Konan375

Torn Across the Rift

Ah, not exactly. He's asking if there's anything important on the sub that all the commotion can hide from being stolen.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith Calder

After some searching, Leith was able to find a door to the warehouse. Set in the alleyway between two stacks of boxes. Leith made himself comfortable beside one of those stacks. As he waited for instructions from Ssarak, thoughts of the chase came back to him. He had so quickly run out of breath as he chased after the thief, and because of that, he wasn't able to follow after Lyn. She had nearly fallen to the street below. If there hadn't been anyone else there to save Lyn, there would have been no way for him to reach her, and it would have been his fault if she got seriously injured, or even killed.

Leith grit his teeth. This made it three times, now, that Leith had had a hand in the safety of Lyn. Two of those times he had failed. It did not paint a good picture about his ability to protect those he cared about. He sighed. Now was not a good time to think on such things. With a bit of effort, he pushed his worries to the back of his mind. Back to the task at hand. Ssarak had once again contacted them with a plan. With nothing else to do but wait, Leith took to examining the patterns of the grain on the door.

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Darius Jura

Darius glared down at the guard, ready to slap the crossbow down if the man continued on his line of thought in shooting the unconfirmed group of people. But nothing needed to be done. The guard lowered his crossbow and unloaded it. Soon enough it was clear that it was the students abducted by the rebels. Darius smiled and slapped the man on the back. "Good choice. Remember, you are on watch to protect the city and her people. You do neither if you end up harming the people you were supposed to protect." With that, he left to regroup with the others.

Once they had been all caught up and patched up, they were taken to have dinner with the new King of Yarosmere. The man looked at each of them before asking his question.

"I imagine the College has questions about my reign."

Darius gave the man a deep nod before speaking.

"Something like that. It is not often a new nation is formed from beneath an existing one. Can you tell us how that came to be?"

Torn Across the Rift

XIII followed after Rozalind, stopping only when they bumped into Dzel and Herbert. The conversation was brief and they parted ways, but not before XIII was handed a small handgun. They continued towards the control room and before they could reach it, Twain fell out of one of the nearby doorways.

XIII jumped slightly at the scene, and as Rozalind noticed Twain's apparent drunkenness, he laid a hand on her shoulder. "That may be true, but the stuff that Dimitri has would lay you out harder and faster than anything we have here." XIII gave the monk a small smile fitting for the moment. "And even if he warned them of the effects, I doubt they believed it. I hadn't when I tried it."

He helped Charles in getting Twain back to his feet. When Charles asked about Zesiro and what was wrong, XIII frowned. "A lot of things, apparently. With the howls, the alarms, and lack of response from the control room, it's starting to sound like some cheap magic..." XIII's face contorted into a grimace.

"Misdirection."

He ran his hands through his hair. "Damn it! They're spreading us thin." XIII looked to Rozalind. "I could be completely wrong and paranoid here, but is there anything here that all this," he waved his hand through the air, "could hide it from being stolen or destroyed?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Hmm. Somehow I doubt that.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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@Fallenreaper

Lies!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Gah!

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

"Ouroboros, not the dragon, but the place," Olivia spoke up to explain to Cade, after glancing at the two newcomers. The first time she had spoken since she made it to Venice. She had been too caught up in the sights of the Italian city. She squinted at her fellow Asylum as if she wanted to try to figure him out, before shrugging and continuing. "Where Asylums are granted sanctuary, and it is neutral ground for all Asylums."

Click click click.

Olivia paused for a second. "It's a place where information can be bought and sold. It would be a good place where someone trying to hide would run to." Olivia frowned. "But..."

Click click click.

She cleared her throat. "But if Anya did go to Ouroboros, I doubt she'd be there long. Either way, Ouroboros would be an ideal-"

Click click click.

"Do you mind?" Olivia hissed as she shot a glare towards her partner. He wasn't even looking at the cursed cube. He was watching the conversation and making sure he didn't miss anything. At her question, he rolled his eyes and put the brightly coloured toy into his pocket with exaggerated motions before gesturing for her to continue.

"Thank you. Now where was I? Right! Ouroboros would be the best place to pick up her trail."

"And we best be quick about it." Lawrence stood up from his seat and addressed the group. "If the girl is being hunted by whoever destroyed her family, they may have no qualms about razing Ouroboros in search of her"

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Lawrence Murphy

Name: Lawrence Murphy

Official Title: Bang

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Sliencer

Alchemic Style: Vocem as the primary and Motem as the secondary.

Asylum Code: XXIII (23) behind his left ear

Weapons:

Ranged: An easily, to him, customize-able sniper rifle compatible with a variety of ammo types that he usually chooses three of based on mission. His favorites being incendiary, anti-tank, and .50 cal. When the rifle is disassembled, the parts shift into hollow numbered metal bars of varying size between 1-2 feet.

Utility: Two ice-picks modified to vibrate at an extremely high frequency to pierce most materials. These picks connect to a harness via a retractable high-strength wire. When an electrical current passes through the wire, it locks into place and will not move until the current is stopped. He uses these picks to get himself into an advantageous position to kill his target.

Alchemy Specialization:
Lawrence is able to manipulate sound, and how people can hear it. He can create loud, distracting noises, deafen someone with silence, or mimic sounds that have been heard, but for the most part, his specialty are bubbles of silence, any noise that gets made inside those bubbles are completely nullified and will not pass outside of them.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Lawrence is a stout man standing at 5'2" with piercing brown eyes, a tan complexion, and the physique of a rock climber. He keeps his brown hair in a crew-cut and is clean-shaven. His nose is slightly crooked. Almost as if it was broken and set improperly. His attire when he doesn't have a target would be called casual camo with his climbing harness underneath, but for anyone paying attention, the camo is usually tailored to the colours of the location. He's almost always seen carrying a camper's bag with his ice-picks tied to it and his disassembled rifle inside. When he's got his target in his sights, he's wearing a much higher quality camouflage.

Personality: Lawrence is a man who values efficiency above all else. Which is why, despite being a silencer himself, he despises the majority of the personality types that take the specialty of silencer. His thoughts are that being a slave to anger is an easy way of getting yourself killed. While he himself is not immune to getting angry, he doesn't wear it on his sleeve as other silencers do.

Whenever his isn't on a mission, Lawrence cannot stay motionless for too long. He is often either seen fidgeting with one of his many Rubik's Cubes, disassembling and reassembling his sniper rifle, or pacing.

He is not a conversationalist.

History: To be revealed

Other:
Unless he is inside one of his silence bubbles, or uses his ability on himself Lawrence is deaf, and as such:

He is exceptional at reading lips.
He knows sign language.
His deafness wasn't from birth so his speech isn't affected.

Likes to collect Rubik's Cubes.

Olivia Lanius

Name: Olivia "Liv" Lanius

Official Title: Stitches

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Hunter

Alchemic Style: Sigillum is the primary, and Vocem is secondary

Asylum Code: LIV (54) vertically centered on the back of the neck

Weapons:

Thorne: A needle-like dagger disguised to look like a rose hairpin and is always seen in her hair. When held in the palm of the hand and squeezed, the rose shrinks as the the handle and blade form from the metal. How tightly the rose is squeezed determines the length of the blade. The blade is religiously coated in anti-alchemy substance.

Blotters: A pair of handguns, seemingly identical. Only Olivia knows the difference. One is compatible with several ammo types, like Anti-alchemic, incendiary, and explosive. One is only compatible with Olivia's specialized Ink Blotter bullets, syringe-like bullets with programmed ink inside of it. When the bullets embed in skin, the ink is injected and forms a sigil that stays dormant until activated by a verbal command.

Alchemy Specialization:

Sensory Manipulation: Touch

Olivia is able to affect a person's sensory input of touch. If it can be felt, it can be manipulated by her. She can bring forth sensations that the brain has scrubbed out. She can make someone feel the worst pain they could imagine, or she could numb them completely. This ability has proved useful in interrogating and determining the location of rogue alchemists.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Olivia stands at around 5'4" and is always seen wearing bright pastel colours off mission. Her shoulder-length brown hair is usually in a different style each day, and sometimes, it changes during the day. There is a look of mischief seemingly permanently etched into her light blue eyes, and at brief moments, almost a feral hunger.

When she is on a hunt, however, she wears muted grays and blacks. She ties her hair up tight and tucks it into a beanie. The only thing of colour she has is Thorne, which she keeps pinned to her beanie and within quick access.

Personality: Happy-go-lucky would be one way to describe Liv. Her carefree attitude seems like her way of dealing with hunting down and, for the most part, ensuring that rouge alchemists don't live to see another day. But if someone got to know her, they'd learn that she thrives for the hunt, revels in it. Her favorite part of the hunt, it would seem, are her interrogations. She is quick to get information from rouge alchemists.

She does tend to get bored and restless while waiting on the mission, usually causing Lawrence to put her in a silence bubble so she doesn't alert anyone with her sighing and repeatedly stating her boredom.

History: Will be revealed

Other:
She knows sign language.
She hates the sound of a Rubik's Cube.
She loves trying new food.
She has a high pain tolerance

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

There we are, changes have been made.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

WOOO! I'm done my CSes, Hopefully they are fine.

Lawrence Murphy

Name: Lawrence Murphy

Official Title: Bang

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Sliencer

Alchemic Style: Vocem as the primary and Motem as the secondary.

Asylum Code: XXIII (23) behind his left ear

Weapons:

Ranged: An easily, to him, customize-able sniper rifle compatible with a variety of ammo types that he usually chooses three of based on mission. His favorites being incendiary, anti-tank, and .50 cal. When the rifle is disassembled, the parts shift into hollow numbered metal bars of varying size between 1-2 feet.

Utility: Two ice-picks modified to vibrate at an extremely high frequency to pierce most materials. These picks connect to a harness via a retractable high-strength wire. When an electrical current passes through the wire, it locks into place and will not move until the current is stopped. He uses these picks to get himself into an advantageous position to kill his target.

Alchemy Specialization:
Lawrence is able to manipulate sound, and how people can hear it. He can create loud, distracting noises, deafen someone with silence, or mimic sounds that have been heard, but for the most part, his specialty are bubbles of silence, any noise that gets made inside those bubbles are completely nullified and will not pass outside of them.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Lawrence is a stout man standing at 5'2" with piercing brown eyes, a tan complexion, and the physique of a rock climber. He keeps his brown hair in a crew-cut and is clean-shaven. His nose is slightly crooked. Almost as if it was broken and set improperly. His attire when he doesn't have a target would be called casual camo with his climbing harness underneath, but for anyone paying attention, the camo is usually tailored to the colours of the location. He's almost always seen carrying a camper's bag with his ice-picks tied to it and his disassembled rifle inside. When he's got his target in his sights, he's wearing a much higher quality camouflage.

Personality: Lawrence is a man who values efficiency above all else. Which is why, despite being a silencer himself, he despises the majority of the personality types that take the specialty of silencer. His thoughts are that being a slave to anger is an easy way of getting yourself killed. While he himself is not immune to getting angry, he doesn't wear it on his sleeve as other silencers do.

Whenever his isn't on a mission, Lawrence cannot stay motionless for too long. He is often either seen fidgeting with one of his many Rubik's Cubes, disassembling and reassembling his sniper rifle, or pacing.

He is not a conversationalist.

History: To be revealed

Other:
Unless he is inside one of his silence bubbles, or uses his ability on himself Lawrence is deaf, and as such:

He is exceptional at reading lips.
He knows sign language.
His deafness wasn't from birth so his speech isn't affected.

Likes to collect Rubik's Cubes.

Olivia Lanius

Name: Olivia "Liv" Lanius

Official Title: Stitches

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Hunter

Alchemic Style: Sigillum is the primary, and Vocem is secondary

Asylum Code: LIV (54) vertically centered on the back of the neck

Weapons:

Thorne: A needle-like dagger disguised to look like a rose hairpin and is always seen in her hair. When held in the palm of the hand and squeezed, the rose shrinks as the the handle and blade form from the metal. How tightly the rose is squeezed determines the length of the blade. The blade is religiously coated in anti-alchemy substance.

Blotters: A pair of handguns, seemingly identical. Only Olivia knows the difference. One is compatible with several ammo types, like Anti-alchemic, incendiary, and explosive. One is only compatible with Olivia's specialized Ink Blotter bullets, syringe-like bullets with programmed ink inside of it. When the bullets embed in skin, the ink is injected and forms a sigil that stays dormant until activated by a verbal command.

Alchemy Specialization:

Sensory Manipulation: Touch

Olivia is able to affect a person's sensory input of touch. If it can be felt, it can be manipulated by her. She can bring forth sensations that the brain has scrubbed out. She can make someone feel the worst pain they could imagine, or she could numb them completely. This ability has proved useful in interrogating and determining the location of rogue alchemists.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Olivia stands at around 5'4" and is always seen wearing bright pastel colours off mission. Her shoulder-length brown hair is usually in a different style each day, and sometimes, it changes during the day. There is a look of mischief seemingly permanently etched into her light blue eyes, and at brief moments, almost a feral hunger.

When she is on a hunt, however, she wears muted grays and blacks. She ties her hair up tight and tucks it into a beanie. The only thing of colour she has is Thorne, which she keeps pinned to her beanie and within quick access.

Personality: Happy-go-lucky would be one way to describe Liv. Her carefree attitude seems like her way of dealing with hunting down and, for the most part, ensuring that rouge alchemists don't live to see another day. But if someone got to know her, they'd learn that she thrives for the hunt, revels in it. Her favorite part of the hunt, it would seem, are her interrogations. She is quick to get information from rouge alchemists.

She does tend to get bored and restless while waiting on the mission, usually causing Lawrence to put her in a silence bubble so she doesn't alert anyone with her sighing and repeatedly stating her boredom.

History: Will be revealed

Other:
She knows sign language.
She hates the sound of a Rubik's Cube.
She loves trying new food.
She has a high pain tolerance