VenusOkay, introduction round is over! It'll take me a day or two to get my post done, since you all spread out quite a bit so it'll take work to gather ya'll.
I have already wandered into the Area where mister fancy pants is
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So pretty much all my 1x1s dropped without a word... Gotta love it when they do shit like that >.>
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That moment when you finally realize why you are so pissed off and realize that maybe you should tell the person when things finally cool off.
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Sorry to all who are waiting on me... Classes are kicking my rear pretty hard
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I have already wandered into the Area where mister fancy pants is
@AtomicNut I could see that happened, Lyn just minding her own business sippin on her fruity ass sprite beverage and BOOM.. Here have a martini... XP
@Foster And how would she do that? Use her feminine wiles instead of staying sharp and stabbing government officials in the face? lol
@Foster And how would she do that? Use her feminine wiles instead of staying sharp and stabbing government officials in the face? lol
@Foster oh I know, it was a joke, just give that Bitch a Sheryl temple, love that drink. Alcohol free and delicious.
Idris found herself close to the outside of Sayrn, her typically pale skin tanned due to her time spent training under Kali-En on top of the two day trek to the Inn she was told she needed to go to. The journey to the city was not at all displeasing as the autum months were no where near as brutal as the winter's she was used to in the mountains she had called home for so many years.
Thanathos, I really hope I'm almost there, she thought to herself as she stumbled slightly, she was exhausted and it was only mid-day judging by the position of the sun. With a sigh she trudged on and by nightfall, she saw what she assumed to be campfires in the distance which brought a small amount of hope, and mild worry, to an otherwise dreary day. Finding a relatively out of the way place, she set up a small camp, laying out her her make-shift bed before she flopped down., With in minutes, she was asleep, her pistols close by her and her pike clutched tightly withing her hand in case any unwanted visitors decided to show up.
Around dawn, Idris was up and packed before she set off on the final leg of her journey, relieved that she would be able to sleep in a bed. It was around mid-day that she came across a blockade of multiple Imperial camps scattered along the length of the outter walls. Frowning, she housted her bag up a bit higher on her shoulder and scanned the outter wall in hopes of finding the Inn that she had been told to wait at. When her eyes finally fell on a building made of wood and brick standing at about two stories, she let out a small sigh and headed towards the crossroads it stood on.
"About friggin time," she grumbled as she stalked over to the Inn, intent of having a mug and shoveling some food into her face.
After managing to keep to herself, Idris found herself being led through a suprisingly dusty and rather irritable city by a couple of rebels. Having been used to snow rather than dust, she found the dust inside the city to be nearly suffocating, her nose beginning to run slightly as she placed her hands over her nose and mouth. Once the Rebels brought her to her destination, she was almost too caught up in her near inability to breath to notice the man standing in the central square wearing wearing a rather expensive suit. However, what did catch her attention immediately were the two people in Silver as she approached them, her footsteps as quiet as she could manage.
Thanathos, I really hope I'm almost there, she thought to herself as she stumbled slightly, she was exhausted and it was only mid-day judging by the position of the sun. With a sigh she trudged on and by nightfall, she saw what she assumed to be campfires in the distance which brought a small amount of hope, and mild worry, to an otherwise dreary day. Finding a relatively out of the way place, she set up a small camp, laying out her her make-shift bed before she flopped down., With in minutes, she was asleep, her pistols close by her and her pike clutched tightly withing her hand in case any unwanted visitors decided to show up.
Around dawn, Idris was up and packed before she set off on the final leg of her journey, relieved that she would be able to sleep in a bed. It was around mid-day that she came across a blockade of multiple Imperial camps scattered along the length of the outter walls. Frowning, she housted her bag up a bit higher on her shoulder and scanned the outter wall in hopes of finding the Inn that she had been told to wait at. When her eyes finally fell on a building made of wood and brick standing at about two stories, she let out a small sigh and headed towards the crossroads it stood on.
"About friggin time," she grumbled as she stalked over to the Inn, intent of having a mug and shoveling some food into her face.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Three Days Later ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After managing to keep to herself, Idris found herself being led through a suprisingly dusty and rather irritable city by a couple of rebels. Having been used to snow rather than dust, she found the dust inside the city to be nearly suffocating, her nose beginning to run slightly as she placed her hands over her nose and mouth. Once the Rebels brought her to her destination, she was almost too caught up in her near inability to breath to notice the man standing in the central square wearing wearing a rather expensive suit. However, what did catch her attention immediately were the two people in Silver as she approached them, her footsteps as quiet as she could manage.
Just keep your head down and keep walking, don't bring any attention to yourself and you should be perfectly find, Joslyn found herself thinking as she walked by a handful of uniformed police officers, Don't give them a reason and they won't bother you, mind your own business... just keep on moving... As she made her way past the group, she glanced over to see what it was that had their seemingly undivided attention, her mis-matched eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of her sunglasses. As her eyes landed on the rather gruesome sight that was rather poorly hidden by government bodies, she couldn't help but frown at what undoubtedly remained of one of her own. Joslyn had come to terms with what eventually happened to many GMGs months ago, but that did not make seeing the mutilated corpses of those who had been found and killed any easier. Looks like someone didn't make it back to their home last night...
Just as she was passing the final officer, one of them spoke up and called her attention to them, "Hey, what do you think you're doing walking so close to a scene?" a male voice demanded, causing her to tense up as she prepared to make a run for it, "Stop your lingering and get outta here before we bag you for impeding an investigation!"
Joslyn simply made a face as she hurried on her way, not wanting to give them anymore of a reason to grab her now that their attention had been drawn to her simply by her walking by. Yeah... right... there is not going to be an investigation, you are all just the clean up crew, she thought rather dejectedly. She had no idea who the remains belonged to, if they had someone waiting for them or even what faction they belonged to, but she couldn't help the sense of sadness that washed over her at the loss of life. She hated the non-stop fighting and the constant running that had long since became a necessary part of their existence, an existence that they had no say in whether or not they became a part of.
As she rounded the corner, a small sigh passed her lips,her hands coming up to rub her temples as she finished what was left of her trek home. The building she utilized wasn't anything special, had technically become condemned after a fire had broken out a couple months ago, but the apartment that she stayed in had remained virtually untouched by what had happened. What was even better was pretty much everything had been left behind, leaving her with a nearly fully furnished home that she may have become a little too comfortable in, considering she had taken the time to get much darker drapes for the windosws. Flopping down on the couch, she found herself staring blankly at the ceiling, not entirely sure what it was she was meant to do with the free time she had. When she wasn't out collecting intel, she was doing her best to try to find other GMGs so she could try to help them relocate to safer area's of the city. Sometimes she was successful, sometimes the girls were entirely too terrified and would refuse to go with her, rarer still, sometimes they would shoot at her.
"Nothing like getting shot at by someone you are trying to help," she grumbled to herself as she reached out to pick up one of the many books that were strewn across her coffee table, "I am already getting rather bored of this entire thing. I need to either meet someone that will spice things up a bit... or I need to go on another mission or something. I am already going stir crazy." Letting out a sigh, she rubbed her face before cracking open the book she had chosen after removing her sunglasses.
Just as she was passing the final officer, one of them spoke up and called her attention to them, "Hey, what do you think you're doing walking so close to a scene?" a male voice demanded, causing her to tense up as she prepared to make a run for it, "Stop your lingering and get outta here before we bag you for impeding an investigation!"
Joslyn simply made a face as she hurried on her way, not wanting to give them anymore of a reason to grab her now that their attention had been drawn to her simply by her walking by. Yeah... right... there is not going to be an investigation, you are all just the clean up crew, she thought rather dejectedly. She had no idea who the remains belonged to, if they had someone waiting for them or even what faction they belonged to, but she couldn't help the sense of sadness that washed over her at the loss of life. She hated the non-stop fighting and the constant running that had long since became a necessary part of their existence, an existence that they had no say in whether or not they became a part of.
As she rounded the corner, a small sigh passed her lips,her hands coming up to rub her temples as she finished what was left of her trek home. The building she utilized wasn't anything special, had technically become condemned after a fire had broken out a couple months ago, but the apartment that she stayed in had remained virtually untouched by what had happened. What was even better was pretty much everything had been left behind, leaving her with a nearly fully furnished home that she may have become a little too comfortable in, considering she had taken the time to get much darker drapes for the windosws. Flopping down on the couch, she found herself staring blankly at the ceiling, not entirely sure what it was she was meant to do with the free time she had. When she wasn't out collecting intel, she was doing her best to try to find other GMGs so she could try to help them relocate to safer area's of the city. Sometimes she was successful, sometimes the girls were entirely too terrified and would refuse to go with her, rarer still, sometimes they would shoot at her.
"Nothing like getting shot at by someone you are trying to help," she grumbled to herself as she reached out to pick up one of the many books that were strewn across her coffee table, "I am already getting rather bored of this entire thing. I need to either meet someone that will spice things up a bit... or I need to go on another mission or something. I am already going stir crazy." Letting out a sigh, she rubbed her face before cracking open the book she had chosen after removing her sunglasses.
@Cherry_Shield I didn't put her in as a test subject off the bat because I wanted to ensure it was ok with you. (re-read rules and guidelines like... 4xs lol)
@Foster referred me to this RP :3 I hope that this is acceptable!
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Name: Joslyn (Lyn) Vulcas
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Experiment Tier:
Enhanced Trait 1:
Josyln’s enhanced Vision allows her to see with almost startling clarity, making it possible for her to pick up on the smallest of details when she is out in the field or simply trying her hardest to blend in and collect intel. Along with her ability to see clearer than the average human, she is also able to see things further away without the aid of a scope, giving her the ability to be an amazing sniper, though she does not classify as the best as she knows there is always someone out there better than herself. While she can see well enough in the dark, if the area is completely devoid of any form of light (i.e moonlight) she is unable to see just like any average human.
Enhanced Trait 1:
While Joslyn enjoys the perks of being able to see far and in complete clarity, this enhancement caused her to develop an acute sensitivity to light. Due to this, she must always wear sunglasses until nightfall and, unless the room is dim enough, while under artificial lighting. Part of her counts this as a blessing in disguise as it offers her a way to hide her eyes from those who are looking for her, as they are the most notable feature that she maintains. Should she be subjected to bright light (i.e a flash bang) without the proper eye protection, her sight is rendered useless until such a time that her retina’s are able to adjust and right themselves.
Enhanced Trait 2:
While she is unable to dodge bullets, Joslyn’s reflexes have been enhanced in order to allow her reaction time to be far greater than the average human. The messages that travel from her brain to her limbs take far less time to communicate the need to do something, allowing her to react faster and take less time to process situations as they occur. Her heightened reflexes also increase her rate of fire depending on the firearm she is using at the time and aid her well in hand to hand (or overall close range) combat.
Enhanced Trait 2:
Due to her uncanny habit of twitching, whether it is when someone touches her or when she is forced into a fast reaction time too many times in a row, Joslyn attempts not to rely on this ability too much. While engaged in close combat, should she take a particularly hard hit (or a harmful hit in general) her body’s reflex is typically over exaggerated and could potentially cause more harm than good to herself.
Faction: Poltava
Appearance:
Height: 5’7
Weight: 145 lbs
Distinct Feature(s): HeteroChromia (LE Green / RE teal)
Clothing: See second picture for shirt style, typically wearing black jeans or slacks and a pair of black sneakers. Due to her light sensitivity, Joslyn also wears a pair of sunglasses that she rarely takes off.
Personality:
Joslyn prefers to keep to herself when she can, though she is not shy by any means but seems far from approachable due to the fact that she always looks rather mad, even when she is not. Usually very straight forward and blunt, she hates to sugar coat things and is usually the person to go to if you want the hard truth about something. Once one gets past the bluntness and permanent ‘I will kill you’ look, she is overall a fun person to be around who enjoys a good joke just as much as the next person.
Weapons: SR-25 (Semi-automatic special application sniper rifle 7.62x51mm), PMR-30 (.22 magnum), and a few well placed throwing knives.
Equipment:
Emergency Kit Containing:
Bio:
Taken at a young age, Joslyn does not have much of a childhood to remember as she spent most of her years in a facility being put through an array of tests. While she remembers nothing that happened between the ages of 8 and 16, she can remember what few years of clarity she had with her Mother and Father. Both of her parents always seemed to be happy and madly in love with one another, a feeling they also shared with their daughter who never went without. She always went to parks to play with the other local children, a place she assumed she was taken from as she could not remember anything leading up to the week that shew as taken. Despite many attempts to try and recollect the eight years of memories she did not have, she had nothing to show for it as every attempt resulted in a failure.
When she had managed to escape the facility with the Three Kings, Joslyn had attempted to find her family, wanting to go back to them, to let them know that she was ok despite her genetic modifications. When she got to the outside of the house she remembered living in eight years ago, she found it in the state that she had left it, immaculate and well taken care of. However, when she peered inside, she saw only a shadow of the man her father was sitting in front of the television with beer bottles all around him and a young boy pleading for his attention.
Not being able to take the sight before her, she left without so much as knocking on the door and found her way into the Poltava faction. While she could fight if need be, she preferred doing things from afar, or simply not at all as she isn’t much of a violent person unless the situation calls for it. While she finds no pleasure in what was done to her, she could not bring herself to join the faction that actively attacked the government, despite the fact that she blames them for everything that she saw through that window.
At present she volunteers as a sniper when one is needed, doing her part in an attempt to earn her keep with those she decided to join. While she has no issues with remaining in the shadows, even she is aware that there are times when violence is a necessity and when the government is after you, sometimes that necessity happens a lot.
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Name: Joslyn (Lyn) Vulcas
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Experiment Tier:
Enhanced Trait 1:
Enhanced Vision:
Josyln’s enhanced Vision allows her to see with almost startling clarity, making it possible for her to pick up on the smallest of details when she is out in the field or simply trying her hardest to blend in and collect intel. Along with her ability to see clearer than the average human, she is also able to see things further away without the aid of a scope, giving her the ability to be an amazing sniper, though she does not classify as the best as she knows there is always someone out there better than herself. While she can see well enough in the dark, if the area is completely devoid of any form of light (i.e moonlight) she is unable to see just like any average human.
Enhanced Trait 1:
Downside: Light Sensitivity
While Joslyn enjoys the perks of being able to see far and in complete clarity, this enhancement caused her to develop an acute sensitivity to light. Due to this, she must always wear sunglasses until nightfall and, unless the room is dim enough, while under artificial lighting. Part of her counts this as a blessing in disguise as it offers her a way to hide her eyes from those who are looking for her, as they are the most notable feature that she maintains. Should she be subjected to bright light (i.e a flash bang) without the proper eye protection, her sight is rendered useless until such a time that her retina’s are able to adjust and right themselves.
Enhanced Trait 2:
Heightened Reflexes
While she is unable to dodge bullets, Joslyn’s reflexes have been enhanced in order to allow her reaction time to be far greater than the average human. The messages that travel from her brain to her limbs take far less time to communicate the need to do something, allowing her to react faster and take less time to process situations as they occur. Her heightened reflexes also increase her rate of fire depending on the firearm she is using at the time and aid her well in hand to hand (or overall close range) combat.
Enhanced Trait 2:
Downside: Twitchy
Due to her uncanny habit of twitching, whether it is when someone touches her or when she is forced into a fast reaction time too many times in a row, Joslyn attempts not to rely on this ability too much. While engaged in close combat, should she take a particularly hard hit (or a harmful hit in general) her body’s reflex is typically over exaggerated and could potentially cause more harm than good to herself.
Faction: Poltava
Appearance:
Height: 5’7
Weight: 145 lbs
Distinct Feature(s): HeteroChromia (LE Green / RE teal)
Clothing: See second picture for shirt style, typically wearing black jeans or slacks and a pair of black sneakers. Due to her light sensitivity, Joslyn also wears a pair of sunglasses that she rarely takes off.
Personality:
Joslyn prefers to keep to herself when she can, though she is not shy by any means but seems far from approachable due to the fact that she always looks rather mad, even when she is not. Usually very straight forward and blunt, she hates to sugar coat things and is usually the person to go to if you want the hard truth about something. Once one gets past the bluntness and permanent ‘I will kill you’ look, she is overall a fun person to be around who enjoys a good joke just as much as the next person.
Weapons: SR-25 (Semi-automatic special application sniper rifle 7.62x51mm), PMR-30 (.22 magnum), and a few well placed throwing knives.
Equipment:
Emergency Kit Containing:
- Lighter
- Compass
- Camelbak
- Disposable Cell Phone
- Emergency Tinder
- Magnesium Starter
- Emergency Rations
- First-Aid Kit (small)
- Canteen
- Aqua Iodine Tablets
- S&W SWAT Knife
- Mini LED Flashlight
- GERBER
Bio:
Taken at a young age, Joslyn does not have much of a childhood to remember as she spent most of her years in a facility being put through an array of tests. While she remembers nothing that happened between the ages of 8 and 16, she can remember what few years of clarity she had with her Mother and Father. Both of her parents always seemed to be happy and madly in love with one another, a feeling they also shared with their daughter who never went without. She always went to parks to play with the other local children, a place she assumed she was taken from as she could not remember anything leading up to the week that shew as taken. Despite many attempts to try and recollect the eight years of memories she did not have, she had nothing to show for it as every attempt resulted in a failure.
When she had managed to escape the facility with the Three Kings, Joslyn had attempted to find her family, wanting to go back to them, to let them know that she was ok despite her genetic modifications. When she got to the outside of the house she remembered living in eight years ago, she found it in the state that she had left it, immaculate and well taken care of. However, when she peered inside, she saw only a shadow of the man her father was sitting in front of the television with beer bottles all around him and a young boy pleading for his attention.
Not being able to take the sight before her, she left without so much as knocking on the door and found her way into the Poltava faction. While she could fight if need be, she preferred doing things from afar, or simply not at all as she isn’t much of a violent person unless the situation calls for it. While she finds no pleasure in what was done to her, she could not bring herself to join the faction that actively attacked the government, despite the fact that she blames them for everything that she saw through that window.
At present she volunteers as a sniper when one is needed, doing her part in an attempt to earn her keep with those she decided to join. While she has no issues with remaining in the shadows, even she is aware that there are times when violence is a necessity and when the government is after you, sometimes that necessity happens a lot.
Name: Idris
Gender: Female
Race: Winged Elf
Age: 23
Origin: Venoir Mountains
Personality: Idris is often a soft spoken girl and very shy. When alone, she tends to stay away from dark areas and other people, but if someone tries to approach her, she usually turns and runs. When it comes to her friends, she speaks often and tries her best to help them, as she is also a very caring person and hates to see people suffer unnecessarily. Even if she does not know the person, more often than not she will run to someone's aid if she sees them getting hurt and when she is mad, you better watch out, it's not pretty for the person or the surrounding buildings.
Looks:
Affinity: Thantos
Nullomancer: Yes
Special ability: Do to growing up in the mountains, Idris is an exceptional climber and used to high altitudes and cold weather.
Background:
Idris grew up in the Venoir Mountains with a small tribe of about 300 Winged Elves, a race that not many people knew of, do to their resemblance to the Cauhri, it was normal for them to be mistaken until the wings were spotted. Their wings were the most notable feature to their species, a feature that she was actually lacking as they were too small for her to experience the gift of flight. Growing up, she was often picked on and excluded from the many things that her people often partook in which left her to explore the mountains on her own. Do to the fact that she could not fly, she was forced to become rather adept at climbing and running.
Eventually, Idris’s differences forced her to leave her home as she could no longer stand the constant jeering and rude remarks towards her underdeveloped wings. Packing up her things, she left the mountains to explore the world she knew so little about. It was during her exploration that she came across a man named Kali-En by pure accident, the very man who took her under his proverbial wing to teach her the way of Nullomancers. She was happy to find someone who did not seem to care that she was different than others, and since her own people were not something that people saw often, she was more or less viewed as a Cauhri with small wings.
She found she rather enjoyed her training with him, though she constantly found herself having to on guard as she wasn’t sure what to expect with being around only a male. She had been told that she would only be training with him for about a month before she would be sent off to train with someone else, something that she began to get nervous about as she was not entirely used to interacting with other people. She had taken to wearing a cloak to hide the wings that she sported, finding that the stares slowly came to a stop as there was really nothing about her that warranted being stared at.
Gender: Female
Race: Winged Elf
Age: 23
Origin: Venoir Mountains
Personality: Idris is often a soft spoken girl and very shy. When alone, she tends to stay away from dark areas and other people, but if someone tries to approach her, she usually turns and runs. When it comes to her friends, she speaks often and tries her best to help them, as she is also a very caring person and hates to see people suffer unnecessarily. Even if she does not know the person, more often than not she will run to someone's aid if she sees them getting hurt and when she is mad, you better watch out, it's not pretty for the person or the surrounding buildings.
Looks:
Affinity: Thantos
Nullomancer: Yes
Special ability: Do to growing up in the mountains, Idris is an exceptional climber and used to high altitudes and cold weather.
Background:
Idris grew up in the Venoir Mountains with a small tribe of about 300 Winged Elves, a race that not many people knew of, do to their resemblance to the Cauhri, it was normal for them to be mistaken until the wings were spotted. Their wings were the most notable feature to their species, a feature that she was actually lacking as they were too small for her to experience the gift of flight. Growing up, she was often picked on and excluded from the many things that her people often partook in which left her to explore the mountains on her own. Do to the fact that she could not fly, she was forced to become rather adept at climbing and running.
Eventually, Idris’s differences forced her to leave her home as she could no longer stand the constant jeering and rude remarks towards her underdeveloped wings. Packing up her things, she left the mountains to explore the world she knew so little about. It was during her exploration that she came across a man named Kali-En by pure accident, the very man who took her under his proverbial wing to teach her the way of Nullomancers. She was happy to find someone who did not seem to care that she was different than others, and since her own people were not something that people saw often, she was more or less viewed as a Cauhri with small wings.
She found she rather enjoyed her training with him, though she constantly found herself having to on guard as she wasn’t sure what to expect with being around only a male. She had been told that she would only be training with him for about a month before she would be sent off to train with someone else, something that she began to get nervous about as she was not entirely used to interacting with other people. She had taken to wearing a cloak to hide the wings that she sported, finding that the stares slowly came to a stop as there was really nothing about her that warranted being stared at.
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