Kaiachi

Event Horizon

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These Dark Stars: A Feudal Space Roleplay - M+18 -

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Walking the Trail of Stars - A 'Wild Western' Sci-fi RP

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The Darwin Project {An asylum roleplay}[REBOOT]

Livvy

Name:
Olivia 'Livvy' Kaczka

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Adaptation:
Her forte is creating and manipulating fire. Not only can she set herself aflame without negative repercussions, but she can combust other objects in her vicinity, and control its spread and intensity.

Song:
Pink Floyd - Hey You

Bio:
I could tell you about the sad childhood in a broken home. Or about the callous mom and absent father, and siblings that didn’t notice the runt of the litter. Or even about the bullies in school and the friends that didn’t exist.
Or, I could tell you about how it all ended in flames. Livvy wanted, so badly, to know the warmth and compassion of a family that cared about her, until she realized that it didn’t matter. Nobody can let you down if you don’t let them pick you up. No one can disappoint you if you expect nothing. But most important of all, nobody can neglect you or ignore you when they’re burning alive in their own house.

Just a few weeks later, and she was deemed a ward of the state. A supposed mix up in files redirected her to the Geheime Wetenskaplike Laboratorium Asylum. How she ended up at the funny farm, she didn’t know. It was made abundantly clear that she wasn’t insane, just a standard angsty teen in need of guidance. Regardless, she would receive the same treatment as the other patients.

Personality:
Livvy acts perfectly indifferent to most anything thrown at her, preferring to be absorbed in whatever she chooses to distract herself with. As closed off as she may usually be, she isn’t opposed to smalltalk, and will occasionally let someone into her bubble if she finds them acceptable. However, she approaches everything with scrutiny, and takes to new ideas slowly, though it would appear to make her overly cautious and even a little stubborn. Who’s to say she isn’t?

Number:
2

The Darwin Project {An asylum roleplay}[REBOOT]

Livvy

Name:
Olivia 'Livvy' Kaczka

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Adaptation:
Her forte is creating and manipulating fire. Not only can she set herself aflame without negative repercussions, but she can combust other objects in her vicinity, and control its spread and intensity.

Song:
Pink Floyd - Hey You

Bio:
I could tell you about the sad childhood in a broken home. Or about the callous mom and absent father, and siblings that didn’t notice the runt of the litter. Or even about the bullies in school and the friends that didn’t exist.
Or, I could tell you about how it all ended in flames. Livvy wanted, so badly, to know the warmth and compassion of a family that cared about her, until she realized that it didn’t matter. Nobody can let you down if you don’t let them pick you up. No one can disappoint you if you expect nothing. But most important of all, nobody can neglect you or ignore you when they’re burning alive in their own house.

Just a few weeks later, and she was deemed a ward of the state. A supposed mix up in files redirected her to the Geheime Wetenskaplike Laboratorium Asylum. How she ended up at the funny farm, she didn’t know. It was made abundantly clear that she wasn’t insane, just a standard angsty teen in need of guidance. Regardless, she would receive the same treatment as the other patients.

Personality:
Livvy acts perfectly indifferent to most anything thrown at her, preferring to be absorbed in whatever she chooses to distract herself with. As closed off as she may usually be, she isn’t opposed to smalltalk, and will occasionally let someone into her bubble if she finds them acceptable. However, she approaches everything with scrutiny, and takes to new ideas slowly, though it would appear to make her overly cautious and even a little stubborn. Who’s to say she isn’t?

Number:
2

From Goblins To Gods - An Re: Monster RP

Esaq

Name:
Esaq

Gender:
Esaq is all female.

Appearance:
Esaq is short and green, but her clothes are nicer than all the other goblins. She just stole these four nights ago! She collects and wears sparkly things, if she can find them, but usually just wears smooth rocks like pearls on a necklace.

Personality:
Esaq is a mild little goblin, and only does bad things sometimes, when she really really has to. Even when she steals from someone, she waves at them so they don't feel so bad about it. Or, even when she sells some wares for more than they're worth, she will give her biggest, sharpest, toothiest grin so they can remember how pretty she is. Esaq makes it a point to tell everyone that she is much cleaner than other goblins, and even washes her hands every couple of days. The only things that Esaq loves more than her looks are flashy trinkets and..more shiny things.

Past Life History:
Esaq, in her former life, was Aldora Bailey, the wife of a prominent politician and oil company CEO. While her husband was the face of their brand and the lead in the party, she pulled his strings behind the scenes, all to ensure their success. She was educated and sharp, always one step ahead of the game, until she tripped and fell behind. Her husband was arrested for embezzlement, while the business and house were liquidated into the funds to pay for the crime. Aldora found herself homeless, sleeping under bridges and shivering in alleyways. Luckily enough, she secured a spot in a homeless shelter on most nights, where she would be given food and a blanket. Unluckily, an unfortunate fellow thought she would make for an excellent pincushion for his switchblade, multiple times. She bled out on her cot.

Talent:
To be given by the GM

Skills:
Esaq doesn't have any skills, but at least she has her looks.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Olympia Marston

The Deputy's speech irked her just a little. Maybe it was his demeanor, with the goofy habits and mannerisms, the snapping of his belt bracers, the twang and drawl of his speech. Still, she was eager to rush into combat all the same, and would gladly engage a fight with these cousins of his. She looked around, sizing up her comrades as the Deputy dismissed himself.

The soldier she was talking to had waved himself off, and Olympia nodded her head in acknowledgement as she strolled casually to her own mech, thumbs tucked into her belt. Ah, what a beauty. Eris waited for her in the hangar patiently, shining and angular against the dull panels of the room. She reached the leg of her mech and ran her hand along it, a giggle of glee bubbled from her chest at the prospect of a challenge.

The foothold into the carriage dropped down from the back, inviting her inside. She stepped into the slot and wrapped her hand around the cable before it quickly hoisted her into the back of the giant. When Olympia jumped inside and sat down, the straps began to affix themselves to each of her limbs. Before long, she was as a puppet master would be to a marionette. A large, metallic, and ridiculously deadly marionette.

She could barely sit still. With the touch of a button, Eris breathed in life and displayed the world to her in lights and calculations. She took it in, a cocky grin pulling up the corner of her mouth. As Olympia held up a hand, Eris' arm whirred and swung outwards, the crimson blade proudly showing itself off before her eyes. She was determined to make valuable scrap metal from those dummy mechs.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

@Gisk Oh yeah? It's not too late, if you have some ideas, though they probably would have had to be in the same organization/group. The world is a pretty big place.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

Olympia Marston

So, a girl can set out on a promising adventure, mecha in tow with plenty of opportunity, and end up in a boring room full of couches, some military uniforms, a comical hulking Northerner in a tiny chair, and a liquid drug machine. Olympia was so full of boredom that it was practically spilling from her mouth, paired with an occasional chortle at the situation. 'I hope giving up the trade was worth this Outcast shindig after all.' She thought over the decision as she picked at the edges of her gloves, all the while analyzing the faces in the room. One was bound to to be a client, she was sure.
She shifted her eyes around, recovering the sight of some standard gun loving fellas, a curious bloke drawn into a handy screen on his even more curious arm, and a wildcard crumpled peacefully on the couch. The red beret caught her eye, as did the chaotic storm she had brought in, before she decided to take a catnap. Olympia briefly pondered what a handful (or two) this chick might be, before her gaze fell on a handsome white haired guy leaning on the wall. He seemed to be looking at her for a moment, and she looked back. A smirk spread across her face, joined by a pair of raised eyebrows as she recognized Hawthorne Balthazar. Boy, had it been a while since she put her...eyes on that spectre of a man. Olympia scoffed, a question or two climbing out of her throat before it was stopped by the sound of a voice shattering the stillness of the common room.

“...gonna ask Hawthorne, Alexi & Nate to join me in the War room real quick. I'll leave the rest of yall with the Deputy.”

'I suppose it'll have to wait 'til later.' She watched him walk past, followed by the bleary nutcase and the smokey bionic man. The leftover bodies in the room with her seemed to spectate as the chosen few made their exit, and she wondered what she might have in common with them. It seemed that the farmer boy was about to tell her.

“Okay you guys, ya'll wanna have some fun? Head to the hangar where yall have parked and get inside your mechs, meet me by the flatland are near the back of the compound. Got a surpside for ya!"

...or not. What was with this guy, anyway? Fun is great and all, but this just sounded goofy. Nevertheless, something to break the monotony of sitting in silence was welcome enough, and a romp around in her mech definitely couldn't hurt. She stood up and smoothed over her pants before striding behind, intent on getting to the hangar as soon as possible.
Once within, a rogue hand presented itself to her, belonging to the blonde soldier. “Hey, my name is Cassius. It looks like we might be working together, so I thought it only right to introduce myself”
Why not? She flashed a grin and grabbed his hand, giving it a firm and enthusiastic shake. "Sure sure, let's do the right thing for your sake, Cassius. I'm Olympia." She gave a miniature bow and popped herself back up, her grin now simmered down to a dimpled smirk. He was obviously a Northerner, and the military type, but he seemed to have some softer edges with a little politeness. Fair enough.

Outcasts Of Fortune: A Mecha RP

@Dynamo Frokane
Oh cripes, I had a 1 there originally, and I must have overwritten it. It's no matter now, I fixed it. Thanks!