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Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Tristan Douge

"Jesus." Tristan shook his head, as he and the rest of the group climbed over the hill, and saw the massive chasm that cut straight through the city. Welp, so much for just running right back along home. The Chasm itself was weird enough, stretching infinitely on to both horizons, as far as they could see. The actual distance towards the other end wasn't too far, but Tristan got the feeling neither he wasn't alone in thinking that jumping just wasn't worth the risk.

"... Okay, I think we got the answer to all the 'Where da' fuck are we' questions" Jaden deduced.

"Well... We're not in Araminta any more, that's for sure. But then where the heck are we?", Said David, the reporter. He vaguely remembered them. Not soon after Anne died he came down, asking a few questions. Not that he was any fucking help at the time. He'd been snapping pictures since they got there, enough to make the girl that led them out of the warehouse uncomfortable enough to turn back the way they came. Enough to make the girl Tristan left after uncomfortable enough to run off back the way they came.

"Well, I see two possibilities. One, the world just ended. Two, we died and we're in hell", Tristan mused, folding his arms and turning his attention towards him. Most of the others in their group started kicking rocks and pushing gravel, as if just to tell how deep the chasm really was. Shrugging, Tristan decided to test his own hypothesis, leaning over the edge and spitting out a wad of saliva. He then turned and leaned his ear carefully, listening for the drip at the very bottom. After a few seconds, it never came. Standing back to take a more careful look at the chasm, Tristan noticed that the sun was about to set. A hell of a lot faster than it should've. Either that or they were just spending a lot of time standing around like idiots.

"Okay, Fuck. Looks like we're stuck here. In a place that's like, but not quite, home. The sun looks like it's starting to set. Unless one of us has a pair of wings, we're stuck here. If we can't find our way home, we're better off just sticking together until we can figure things out", Tristan pounded out before he turned on his heel and walked back down the hill, "I'm heading back to the warehouse. I really think we should stick together, at least for a little bit."

Tristan returned to the warehouse, which was still packed with most of the survivors.

---

Agatha Loom

Agatha continued her panicked, exposed breathing, right up until one of them, a large asian woman, decided to finally breathe some sense into her.

"Calm down," The woman softly said, expressing a bit of care yet also absolute intolerance for her bullshit, "You're acting crazy."

"Yeah, calm your giant ass down," Another woman said, a lot more relaxed about the whole situation, if not being outright smug. "If anyone has been abducted by aliens, it's me."

After a brief moment, Agatha finally calmed down. She was being a bit overdramatic. They might have all been in a compromising situation, but being an absolute spaz was a one-way road to nowhere helpful. Her breathing slowed greatly, taking deep breathes and calm recollection.

"Okay, okay. I'm fine... S-Sorry, I just got a little worked up." Agatha apologized, turning her attention to the woman. Once her surroundings weren't a vivid mess, she was actually able to recognize a few faces. The woman consoling her was Kaitlyn. The other girl... She hadn't remembered seeing her before. Maybe she was from out of town?

"Agatha." She introduced herself, holding out a handshake to Kaitlyn before she managed to stand herself back up, brushing herself off.

"I think we should get a move on," Katie suggested, peering out the window. Agatha looked out as well. She saw the sun, still on the horizon, indicating that maybe not that much time had passed at all since they blacked out. What she did note, however, was that it was setting just a smidge faster than it normally would've. Soon enough, night fall would've come down on their heads.

"That's a good idea. Those guys that left a bit earlier would imply that we're not exactly trapped here," Agatha agreed with her, nodding.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Agatha Loom

Agatha crept through the internet. It was getting late in the evening, and she only had fifteen or so minutes of computer-time left before grandpa kicked her off.

In her usual inquisitive nature, she spent the last week or so looking into various strange phenomena around Araminta. No, not anything right out in the open like the Black Shuck, or the supposed Horde killings, no. Those were too obvious. Instead, she did her investigation by rummaging through the lesser occurrences around Araminta. Woman wins lottery and quits job, Turns out ticket was a dud. Strange lights across river: Myth or Marvel? Almost every day there was some bizarre thing that demanded further inquiry.

As she continued rummaging through, she had increasing difficulty in reassuring herself against the idea of being crazy. Moreover, she tried looking into the origin of her own amulet, one that she still continued to wear around her neck. Where had it come from? Why had it sealed away the Thing it had within? She went across a wide range of sources-- Jewelry websites, forums, lost property rewards, nothing. No rhyme or reason to the amulet or it's make. After almost three months, her search turned up nothing. And she had a faint idea in the back of her mind, that for every place she went searching, trying to find answers, practically shouting in a crowded digital room for info, she was making a trail for herself. A trail that someone could follow.

And it seemed very well that someone finally followed it through.

The slightly-setting sun cast a light upon the room. She didn't catch first glance, but noticed the sudden spike in luminosity, turning her head out the window. Just as she spun in her chair and opened the curtains, the towering pillar of light had blinded her in engulfing light, before the world went black.

---

Tristan Douge

Tristan had completely abandoned a conventional sleep cycle. Between investigating The Horde, understanding his abilities, and working to deliver just desserts to the bastards in this town, his sleeping pattern had practically evolved/devolved into "lay down when tired, stand up when not".

He first thought it was early morning when he woke up on the couch, given the dim level of light outside. Then, quick look at the microwave clock later, nope. Nearly 7pm, fuck. Tristan sighed. He opened the fridge, grabbing a glass from the cupboard before pouring himself a cup of milk. He then stepped over to the front cabinet, leaning down to open it and pulling out the chocolate syrup. Opening the drawer next to him, he pulled out a spoon. After pouring a good amount of syrup into the glass of milk, he spun it with his spoon with one hand, pulling out his phone with the other and checking the Araminta Times for any updates...

... Nope, no murders or anything else notable happened since he fell asleep. Well, that was a brief reassurance. Looks like the whole town didn't completely hinge on Tristan having his eyes open. Once he finished stirring, he tossed the spoon in the dishwasher and picked up the glass, taking a sip as he turned around to gaze out the window to the barely-setting sun. And that's when he noticed the massive beam of light erecting, off in the distance...

Was it getting bigger?

---

???

Before Agatha fully returned to consciousness, she heard a brief interplay of voices around her. Like that feeling when your body is awake, but your mind is still asleep. A good two or three minutes passed, and Agatha resumed consciousness, finding herself in an abandoned warehouse, with several other people, some still asleep, others waking up. A few were even in the state of still waking up as she was in.

Agatha immediately panicked, refusing to take in any further details as she loudly gasped, sitting up and rolling herself backwards until she slid up against the wall, looking around in absolute panic and terror.

"Oh Jesus Christ, What the hell was that light?! You said you guys all saw it too? What the fuck are we doing here? They're after us, aren't they?! We're all gonna fucking die, aren't we?!" Agatha quickly asked and declared, looking around her surroundings while breathing heavily.

Tristan reawoke soon after, taking his apparent kidnapping much better. To him, it was just another couple minutes of rest.

"Ngh... Shit. Where the hell are we? You guys saw that beam of light too, right?" He asked, as he rose back to his feet, stumbling before managing to maintain a proper stance.

He saw one of the people in the warehouse, a girl, just storm out through the front door. Oh, so they weren't locked in? Tristan heard some people mumble to themselves about stopping her-- Something about not doing it because of racism? Fuck that, it was almost dark. Shouldn't just go out there alone. Tristan followed her to the door.

"Hey! Where the hell are you going?! It's almost night, you can't just wander around all by yourself, it's fucking dangerous!" He called, following her out, taking the opportunity to take in their surroundings properly.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Agatha Loom

Agatha Loom

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"I don't think you've met me before."

[ Age 19 | 6"3' | Caucasian | She/Her | 132 lbs. ]

Perception

APPEARANCE

"Nothing Fancy. That's... Kind of the point."

Agatha towers at 6"3', with pale skin and black eyes. Her black hair is incredibly long, reaching about halfway down her back. She does little to organize or maintain her hair shape, giving it a ragged and unkempt appearance. She has a round, slightly-wide face, with a thin body frame that borders on being undernourished. She usually dresses smart casual, wearing dark colors along a light blue to dark purple spectrum, wearing a shawl jacket, usually with either a long skirt or even just jeans. She usually wears moccasins, sneakers, or sandals, depending on the weather. She also wears her metal amulet, though her and her Apparition aren't necessarily separate entities

PSYCHOLOGY

"I uh... Don't like talking about myself too much."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Agatha's main objective is to uncover the web of mystery that strangleholds Araminta, hopefully bringing some of the strange occurrences she's noticed to light.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Nothing is ever the way it seems. Always keep an eye out and ear open.

SECRETS ⫻ Besides being an Aberrant? She likes to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. It mostly amounts to useless trivia, but she knows many things about random people they'd like to consider private information.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. She's never really been in a relationship, but she's found herself looking at both boys and girls before.

FEARS ⫻ Despite constantly trying to attain as much information as she can, she's incredibly fearful of her own privacy being breached, giving her a very secretive and reserved lifestyle.

REPUTATION ⫻ Agatha's a bit of an outsider. Neither her nor her grandpa are particularly religious. They're not exactly shunned, but they are given a wary eye for being outliers on the edge of the community.

QUIRKS ⫻ When addressed, she always answers with brief panic, as if she was zoning out for a moment. She also has difficulty keeping eye contact with people.

FLAWS ⫻ Agatha is intensely paranoid and distrustful. She'll hardly take any sort of risk or opportunity if it's even slightly shady, or if there's even a shred of doubt she has.

BACKSTORY

"I've lived with my grandpa for most of my life."

The first chapter of Agatha's life was an ugly one. She was conceived by accident, by two equally irresponsible and unprepared lovers. Much of her infancy lacked the proper attention and care, and her parents inexperience with children led to some early-onsetting development issues for Agatha. When she finally turned four, they admitted their own incompetence and sent her to live with her mother's grandparents. While they served as much better caregivers than their children, it took Agatha a couple months before it hit her: Her parents had abandoned her. They told her it was just a brief visit, but only months after she was moved did she realize what that meant.

Agatha felt like a complete fool for missing all of the clues. The sense of humiliation and betrayal bred two dueling feelings in Agatha: untrustworthiness and curiosity. She never again wanted to be an unaware idiot, victim to the flow of the world. As she grew, she became unnecessarily inquisitive to her surroundings. She even found out her grandma became terminally ill a week before they decided to tell her. Ironically, she took that secret being held from her slightly better.

Her constant need for reassuring her surroundings was even what pulled her into the hidden world beneath Araminta. When she was 14, she knew of the legend of the Black Shuck; A massive, ethereal dog that people would see from time to time. After performing stakeouts and wandering town at night for weeks, she finally encountered the beast. Despite making sure to stealthily follow it, she had a sinking feeling that the Black Shuck knew full well she was following it, and that it was intentionally leading her somewhere. Except, unlike the usual occurrence of finding a dead body, she found a metal amulet lying on the ground. When she picked it up, her mind was immediately invaded by a buzzing, chittering sound. She immediately threw it to the ground in surprise, then slowly knelt to pick it back up once again. Despite being a series of random buzzes and crackles, Agatha... Understood it, in some weird way. Against her better judgement, she equipped the necklace. The last thing she remembered of the night was feeling incredibly heavy, yet powerful.

She woke up the next morning, safely in her room. Whether she liked it or not, she was thrown face first into the strange ongoings within Araminta.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Careful, someone's about to round that corner."

Art ⫻ In her downtime, Agatha's picked up painting. She mostly works on abstract pieces and
expressionism, less something she's actually trained in and more of a hobby.

Situational Awareness ⫻ Agatha's constantly processing her surroundings and taking note of everything around her, making her able to notice things better that would otherwise go over someone's head.

ABSTRACTION

"I don't think I was ever really a skeptic to begin with, but I never thought whatever was out there would come to me."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Adjoined)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Insect Form, Agatha has adjoined with an insect Apparition and has access to a powerful alternate form.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Inside of the ladybug necklace that Agatha was led to is an Apparition named The Lady Bug. Agatha, feeling a strange fascination with the entity inside, formed a union of sorts with The Lady Bug, and eventually the two adjoined. The Lady Bug isn't exactly the most talkative type, fortunately, and it's quite agreeable and easy to work with. Usually piping in with one-word statements whenever it has something to say. Fortunately, this is one of the Adjoinments that allows Agatha to retain her human form. The alternate form that Agatha has access to is the true form of the Apparition, the form of a ghostly ladybug.

This ladybug is the size of a sedan and has a red glow around it that takes the shape of smoke. Where ever the ladybug goes the smoke follows. The ladybug has few abilities, but the ladybug's main ability is flight. Much like a regular ladybug the Apparition can hover pretty much free and can fly up to thirty-seven miles per hour. It's not much of an ability compared to its flight but the ladybug can crawl on most solid surfaces. The lady bug's alternate form is quite durable, capable of tanking several extra-normal blows along with being borderline impervious to any attacks from the Blind. It's also strong enough to throw a man across the room and has a bite that'd kill that man.

As a strange sub ability or side-effect, where ever Agatha goes ladybugs follow. If she lingers in an area for too long there will be ladybugs on every surface. When she transforms into the Ladybug a swarm of ladybugs will appear out of thin air and accompany her where ever she goes. Ravaging any insects' insight, but she will have no ability to control or influence the swarm at all. When she changes back the ladybugs will disappear.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Agatha is able to perceive emotional states of others, as a sort of colored cloud that surrounds their body. Depending on the person's mood, the color of the mist will change, giving her a good indication on how someone is feeling.

LIMITS ⫻ As per usual, extra-normal beings are less effective against Agatha's alternate form - Capable of tanking its blows. Agatha and the Lady Bug are two beings that are on completely different wavelengths, so she can't stay in the form forever. The longest she can without being forced back to her human form is fifteen minutes. If she takes a few minutes rest she can transform back into the ladybug. Also, she has to share that noggin of her with a ghostly Ladybug and transforming requires both of them being in unison with each other.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Know that swarm of ladybugs that accompany her where ever she goes? Well, they're connected to her life force. Attacking the ladybugs that follow her around will in term damage and weaken Agatha. If they are immolated she'll be burnt, if they are frozen she will be. Somehow killing a million ladybugs will instantly kill Agatha. However, killing a bunch will merely knock her out.

OTHER

"I should get home soon. It's getting kind of dark, and my grandpa's hair isn't getting any grayer."

She's raised by her grandfather, Jeffrey. While he may appear crabby and bumbling on the surface, he loves Agatha deeply, and may just be more than what he seems...

Tristan Douge

Tristan Douge

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"Fuck're you looking at?"

[ 24 | 5"8' | Caucasian | He/Him | 150 lbs. ]

Vengeance

APPEARANCE

"Yeah, it's hand-me-downs. So what?"

Tristan stands at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighs about 150 pounds. He has fair skin with just a tinge of coloration to it, and bluish brown eyes. He has short, unkempt blonde hair. His body is muscled, with a few scars here and there on his body; The most noticeable one is on his lip he got from a fight a few years back. On his left bicep, he has a tattoo of a snake curled around a moss and rose covered cross. He has trouble sleeping, giving him dirty, sunken eyes. The only real expressions he wears these days are either disinterest, frustration, or anger.

Usually, he wears the bear minimum acceptable; He usually wears a white tank top and dark-green or black sweatpants or cargo pants, along with black tennis shoes with white tinges. At church or other formal occasions, most he'll do is put on a collared short-sleeve shirt. Most of his clothes are either too big or too small, not really giving a mind about sizes whenever he goes to get new clothing.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Don't test me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Bring justice to Anne's death.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world can be a rough place. You gotta grasp onto the few people you know you can trust and never let go, no matter what. Those few people you can trust, you gotta do everything you can for. Don't you ever let them down.

SECRETS ⫻ Ever since Anne's death, he started heading out each night, hoping to catch The Horde that murdered her. He has little faith he'll even run into them, or even be able to fight them if they do meet. He mostly does it to convince himself he's not wasting time.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual

FEARS ⫻ Tristan's biggest fear is letting down those he cares about, those who depend on him. The idea of never being able to make up for your shortcomings and mistakes to them.

REPUTATION ⫻ Tristan's family is pitied by the community for their poverty; A single mother raising two kids (Well, formerly two). They mostly had to subsist on handouts of food drives and other support from the church community, which had the benefit of at least making them active in it.
Ever since Anne's death, both he and his mother were held in even more pity by the community, being a family with only a mother losing her daughter and a brother losing his sister; Ever since he stopped going to church, people have started having unsavory rumors about the nature of his faith.

QUIRKS ⫻ Tristan has a lot of trouble sleeping; He's up at almost all hours of the day and night, save for a few short bursts of sleep at random intervals.

FLAWS ⫻ Shortsightedness and determinism; He'll tear his eyes out and plant them in the dirt just for the chance at getting a better picture at an immediate situation, without even thinking about the future.

BACKSTORY

"What, you actually are asking about my life story?"

As long as he could remember, Tristan's been the man of the house; His dad ran off before he was even born, leaving his mother to raise him almost all by herself. He never found out about her own original family and how they may have helped, and he learned better than to press her about it. Tristan and his family got the short end of the town's stick. They lived in the poorer neighborhoods in Araminta. While the town was surprisingly scarce of crime, the downtown was still a rough place to live; Tristan had to learn at an early age when to stand his ground and fold his cards. They ate more off of food drives and clothed more from christmas donations.

By the time he was 12 years of age, he became an older brother; His mother had been seeing a man for quite some time before discovering she was pregnant again; After becoming resolute on taking care of her second child as well, her boyfriend left, just as Tristan's dad did. While she eventually became a mother of a second child, it only hastened her own stress. As a result, their mother was never there for Anne as much as she could've been for Tristan, almost never being able to make time for them. Tristan himself had to do his best to keep an eye out for her and be there for her as much as he could, leading to a tight-knit bond between the two of them.

Then one night, when he was 24 years of age, she went out to visit some friends; That was the last time he had ever seen her again.

She went missing for the next few days. Tristan himself went looking for her on his own time; He looked everywhere, yet received no inkling to her presence until he met a strange creature; A dog made out of night itself. The Black Shuck. Tristan knew the stories too well; He knew exactly what he would find at the end of it's trail as he followed it down by the river, yet he hoped against hope. He knew it was one urban myth intertwined with a more horrifying one, yet he hoped against hope.

He saw her remains, and he still hoped against hope.

Regardless, Tristan was horribly shaken. He was overcome with guilt and frustration; If only had stopped her from leaving, or walked her there and back, or just said "Careful out there", she wouldn't have run into that fucking Thing. Tristan then turned onto a dark path, studying the supernatural, studying about the Black Shuck and The Horde. Soon enough, his inquiry turned more towards himself, as Tristan's mind began to awaken and develop.

One night, Tristan saw on TV a man who obviously committed a murder/rape against a mother, yet was let off scot-free thanks to his connections and piles of money. Deep down, Tristan made a hateful curse towards the man while clutching Anne's backpack charm. The next morning, he was found dead, pummeled to death by a figure resembling his victim who, according to eyewitnesses, immediately dissolved into thick smoke upon his death. Such an event spurred Tristan to know of and understand his own magical abilities, leading to his own greater understanding of his Extra-Normal Abilities, which he swore from that day on to use to bring justice to both the dead and his own sister.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Never went to college. But there are still some things that only Life can teach you."

Streetwise ⫻ Tristan knows how to handle himself on the streets; He knows how to stand your ground if someone wants to start shit, and when to just bow out and save yourself a beating. He can also surf through the streets, finding drug dealers and avoiding bad neighborhoods.

Fighting ⫻ Nothing official or trained, but Tristan can handle himself in a fight. He knows how to turn anything on hand into a weapon, and will fight tooth and nail if left without any options. What he lacks in actual skill, he makes up for in resolve and grit.

ABSTRACTION

"This? This shit isn't magic. The shit I can do is justice"

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Necrokinesis; A Black/Blue/Orange Lux Affinity that primarily allows Tristan to reanimate the vengeful dead, allowing them to take vengeance on those who wronged them in life.

Channel: A blue, unraveled ribbon. When in use, he usually ties it along his left hand.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Tristan's main ability allows him to curse others, who have committed grave crimes against someone else. When the curse is placed, it reanimates someone the person has wronged in their life, either by murdering them, pushing them to suicide, or some other unforgiven sin they made against them. Alternatively, he can just raise a regular dead, though they aren't as effective as when he curses someone.
When the curse is placed, the vengeful spirit will take a physical form replicating the state of their corpse. If cremated, they will simply rebuild a temporary body from their own ashes, though they'll be much more fragile than a flesh and blood corpse. The spirit will still become incredibly fast and powerful. In terms of toughness, only incineration or dismemberment will put them down for good, dismemberment being more preferable as the Lux reanimating the corpse simply abandons anything severed from the largest remaining chunk of their body. When cut into enough pieces, the corpse will once again become inert. The raised spirit will also have no limits to their strength, allowing them to punch through solid concrete. They also do not tire, allowing them to sprint as fast as they can without rest.
When animated, the Spirit will have a supernatural dedication to hunting down their target. They will always know where they are, as well as the fastest means of reaching them. The Spirit will not stop until either they are destroyed or their target has been killed, typically by being beaten to death.
Alternatively, Tristan can simply raise a corpse he finds, animating a shambling, typical zombie. These zombies are less powerful than a vengeful spirit, but are able to be controlled, and can still be relatively dangerous if used well. Tristan prefers not to use this ability on human corpses, however, given his discomfort for disrespecting the dead.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Tristan is able to see ghosts around people, if they have played a vital role in their death, either murdering them or pushing to take their own lives.

LIMITS ⫻ The Extra-Normal are far more durable against the spirit, to being able to destroy the spirit with their own extra-normal abilities. They also hamper his ability to place curses, as Tristian can place curses on the Blind from any range. To place a curse on the extra-normal he has to be within five miles of the person. Tristian also needs to be aware of the person's appearance to place the curse on them, all he needs to do is see the person just one time for him to place the curse. When he curses somebody, he can create up to three spirits at a time and if they are destroyed the spirit is gone forever so it only has one chance. The spirits have a range of around the city limits of Araminta. The Spirits also have a time limit; if they do not kill their target within a day they will turn their sights on Tristan for revenge and he'll have to destroy them.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Tristan's puts a part of his soul into his abstraction and while his spirits are active he's physically much weaker. He won't be as strong, won't be able to run as fast, and his stamina will tank. The more spirits are created the weaker Tristan will be. If a spirit is defeated he'll be weaker for about twenty munutes.

OTHER

"That's all. Now piss off."

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Tristan Douge

Tristan Douge

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"Fuck're you looking at?"

[ 24 | 5"8' | Caucasian | He/Him | 150 lbs. ]

Vengeance

APPEARANCE

"Yeah, it's hand-me-downs. So what?"

Tristan stands at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighs about 150 pounds. He has fair skin with just a tinge of coloration to it, and bluish brown eyes. He has short, unkempt blonde hair. His body is muscled, with a few scars here and there on his body; The most noticeable one is on his lip he got from a fight a few years back. On his left bicep, he has a tattoo of a snake curled around a moss and rose covered cross. He has trouble sleeping, giving him dirty, sunken eyes. The only real expressions he wears these days are either disinterest, frustration, or anger.

Usually, he wears the bear minimum acceptable; He usually wears a white tank top and dark-green or black sweatpants or cargo pants, along with black tennis shoes with white tinges. At church or other formal occasions, most he'll do is put on a collared short-sleeve shirt. Most of his clothes are either too big or too small, not really giving a mind about sizes whenever he goes to get new clothing.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Don't test me."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Bring justice to Anne's death.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world can be a rough place. You gotta grasp onto the few people you know you can trust and never let go, no matter what. Those few people you can trust, you gotta do everything you can for. Don't you ever let them down.

SECRETS ⫻ Ever since Anne's death, he started heading out each night, hoping to catch The Horde that murdered her. He has little faith he'll even run into them, or even be able to fight them if they do meet. He mostly does it to convince himself he's not wasting time.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual

FEARS ⫻ Tristan's biggest fear is letting down those he cares about, those who depend on him. The idea of never being able to make up for your shortcomings and mistakes to them.

REPUTATION ⫻ Tristan's family is pitied by the community for their poverty; A single mother raising two kids (Well, formerly two). They mostly had to subsist on handouts of food drives and other support from the church community, which had the benefit of at least making them active in it.
Ever since Anne's death, both he and his mother were held in even more pity by the community, being a family with only a mother losing her daughter and a brother losing his sister; Ever since he stopped going to church, people have started having unsavory rumors about the nature of his faith.

QUIRKS ⫻ Tristan has a lot of trouble sleeping; He's up at almost all hours of the day and night, save for a few short bursts of sleep at random intervals.

FLAWS ⫻ Shortsightedness and determinism; He'll tear his eyes out and plant them in the dirt just for the chance at getting a better picture at an immediate situation, without even thinking about the future.

BACKSTORY

"What, you actually are asking about my life story?"

As long as he could remember, Tristan's been the man of the house; His dad ran off before he was even born, leaving his mother to raise him almost all by herself. He never found out about her own original family and how they may have helped, and he learned better than to press her about it. Tristan and his family got the short end of the town's stick. They lived in the poorer neighborhoods in Araminta. While the town was surprisingly scarce of crime, the downtown was still a rough place to live; Tristan had to learn at an early age when to stand his ground and fold his cards. They ate more off of food drives and clothed more from christmas donations.

By the time he was 12 years of age, he became an older brother; His mother had been seeing a man for quite some time before discovering she was pregnant again; After becoming resolute on taking care of her second child as well, her boyfriend left, just as Tristan's dad did. While she eventually became a mother of a second child, it only hastened her own stress. As a result, their mother was never there for Anne as much as she could've been for Tristan, almost never being able to make time for them. Tristan himself had to do his best to keep an eye out for her and be there for her as much as he could, leading to a tight-knit bond between the two of them.

Then one night, when he was 24 years of age, she went out to visit some friends; That was the last time he had ever seen her again.

She went missing for the next few days. Tristan himself went looking for her on his own time; He looked everywhere, yet received no inkling to her presence until he met a strange creature; A dog made out of night itself. The Black Shuck. Tristan knew the stories too well; He knew exactly what he would find at the end of it's trail as he followed it down by the river, yet he hoped against hope. He knew it was one urban myth intertwined with a more horrifying one, yet he hoped against hope.

He saw her remains, and he still hoped against hope.

Regardless, Tristan was horribly shaken. He was overcome with guilt and frustration; If only had stopped her from leaving, or walked her there and back, or just said "Careful out there", she wouldn't have run into that fucking Thing. Tristan then turned onto a dark path, studying the supernatural, studying about the Black Shuck and The Horde. Soon enough, his inquiry turned more towards himself, as Tristan's mind began to awaken and develop.

One night, Tristan saw on TV a man who obviously committed a murder/rape against a mother, yet was let off scot-free thanks to his connections and piles of money. Deep down, Tristan made a hateful curse towards the man while clutching Anne's backpack charm. The next morning, he was found dead, pummeled to death by a figure resembling his victim who, according to eyewitnesses, immediately dissolved into thick smoke upon his death. Such an event spurred Tristan to know of and understand his own magical abilities, leading to his own greater understanding of his Extra-Normal Abilities, which he swore from that day on to use to bring justice to both the dead and his own sister.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Never went to college. But there are still some things that only Life can teach you."

Streetwise ⫻ Tristan knows how to handle himself on the streets; He knows how to stand your ground if someone wants to start shit, and when to just bow out and save yourself a beating. He can also surf through the streets, finding drug dealers and avoiding bad neighborhoods.

Fighting ⫻ Nothing official or trained, but Tristan can handle himself in a fight. He knows how to turn anything on hand into a weapon, and will fight tooth and nail if left without any options. What he lacks in actual skill, he makes up for in resolve and grit.

ABSTRACTION

"Quote about supernatural here here."

TYPE ⫻ Adept

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Necrokinesis; A Black/Blue/Orange Lux affinity, that primarily allows Tristan to reanimate the vengeful dead, allowing them to take vengeance on those who wronged them in life.

Channel: A blue, unraveled ribbon. When in use, he usually ties it along his left hand.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Tristan's main ability allows him to curse others, who have committed grave crimes against someone else. When the curse is placed, it reanimates someone the person has wronged in their life, either by murdering them, pushing them to suicide, or some other unforgiven sin they made against them. Alternatively, he can just raise a regular dead, though they aren't as effective as when he curses someone.
When the curse is placed, the vengeful spirit will take a physical form replicating the state of their corpse. If cremated, they will simply rebuild a temporary body from their own ashes, though they'll be much more fragile than a flesh and blood corpse. The spirit will still become incredibly fast and powerful. In terms of toughness, only incineration or dismemberment will put them down for good, dismemberment being more preferable as the Lux reanimating the corpse simply abandons anything severed from the largest remaining chunk of their body. When cut into enough pieces, the corpse will once again become inert. The raised spirit will also have no limits to their strength, allowing them to punch through solid concrete. They also do not tire, allowing them to sprint as fast as they can without rest.
When animated, the Spirit will have a supernatural dedication to hunting down their target. They will always know where they are, as well as the fastest means of reaching them. The Spirit will not stop until either they are destroyed or their target has been killed, typically by being beaten to death.
Alternatively, Tristan can simply raise a corpse he finds, animating a shambling, typical zombie. These zombies are less powerful than a vengeful spirit, but are able to be controlled, and can still be relatively dangerous if used well. Tristan prefers not to use this ability on human corpses, however, given his discomfort for disrespecting the dead.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Tristan is able to see ghosts around people, if they have played a vital role in their death, either murdering them or pushing to take their own lives.

LIMITS ⫻ The Extra-Normal are far more durable against the spirit, to being able to destroy the spirit with their own extra-normal abilities. They also hamper his ability to place curses, as Tristian can place curses on the Blind from any range. To place a curse on the extra-normal he has to be within five miles of the person. Tristian also needs to be aware of the person's appearance to place the curse on them, all he needs to do is see the person just one time for him to place the curse. When he curses somebody, he can create up to three spirits at a time and if they are destroyed the spirit is gone forever so it only has one chance. The spirits have a range of around the city limits of Araminta. The Spirits also have a time limit; if they do not kill their target within a day they will turn their sights on Tristan for revenge and he'll have to destroy them.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Tristan's puts a part of his soul into his abstraction and while his spirits are active he's physically much weaker. He won't be as strong, won't be able to run as fast, and his stamina will tank. The more spirits are created the weaker Tristan will be. If a spirit is defeated he'll be weaker for about twenty munutes.

OTHER

"That's all. Now piss off."

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

Agatha Loom

Agatha Loom

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"I don't think you've met me before."

[ Age 19 | 6"3' | Caucasian | She/Her | 132 lbs. ]

Perception

APPEARANCE

"Nothing Fancy. That's... Kind of the point."

Agatha towers at 6"3', with pale skin and black eyes. Her black hair is incredibly long, reaching about halfway down her back. She does little to organize or maintain her hair shape, giving it a ragged and unkempt appearance. She has a round, slightly-wide face, with a thin body frame that borders on being undernourished. She usually dresses smart casual, wearing dark colors along a light blue to dark purple spectrum, wearing a shawl jacket, usually with either a long skirt or even just jeans. She usually wears moccasins, sneakers, or sandals, depending on the weather. She also wears her metal amulet, though her and her Apparition aren't necessarily separate entities

PSYCHOLOGY

"I uh... Don't like talking about myself too much."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Agatha's main objective is to uncover the web of mystery that strangleholds Araminta, hopefully bringing some of the strange occurrences she's noticed to light.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Nothing is ever the way it seems. Always keep an eye out and ear open.

SECRETS ⫻ Besides being an Aberrant? She likes to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. It mostly amounts to useless trivia, but she knows many things about random people they'd like to consider private information.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual. She's never really been in a relationship, but she's found herself looking at both boys and girls before.

FEARS ⫻ Despite constantly trying to attain as much information as she can, she's incredibly fearful of her own privacy being breached, giving her a very secretive and reserved lifestyle.

REPUTATION ⫻ Agatha's a bit of an outsider. Neither her nor her grandpa are particularly religious. They're not exactly shunned, but they are given a wary eye for being outliers on the edge of the community.

QUIRKS ⫻ When addressed, she always answers with brief panic, as if she was zoning out for a moment. She also has difficulty keeping eye contact with people.

FLAWS ⫻ Agatha is intensely paranoid and distrustful. She'll hardly take any sort of risk or opportunity if it's even slightly shady, or if there's even a shred of doubt she has.

BACKSTORY

"I've lived with my grandpa for most of my life."

The first chapter of Agatha's life was an ugly one. She was conceived by accident, by two equally irresponsible and unprepared lovers. Much of her infancy lacked the proper attention and care, and her parents inexperience with children led to some early-onsetting development issues for Agatha. When she finally turned four, they admitted their own incompetence and sent her to live with her mother's grandparents. While they served as much better caregivers than their children, it took Agatha a couple months before it hit her: Her parents had abandoned her. They told her it was just a brief visit, but only months after she was moved did she realize what that meant.

Agatha felt like a complete fool for missing all of the clues. The sense of humiliation and betrayal bred two dueling feelings in Agatha: untrustworthiness and curiosity. She never again wanted to be an unaware idiot, victim to the flow of the world. As she grew, she became unnecessarily inquisitive to her surroundings. She even found out her grandma became terminally ill a week before they decided to tell her. Ironically, she took that secret being held from her slightly better.

Her constant need for reassuring her surroundings was even what pulled her into the hidden world beneath Araminta. When she was 14, she knew of the legend of the Black Shuck; A massive, ethereal dog that people would see from time to time. After performing stakeouts and wandering town at night for weeks, she finally encountered the beast. Despite making sure to stealthily follow it, she had a sinking feeling that the Black Shuck knew full well she was following it, and that it was intentionally leading her somewhere. Except, unlike the usual occurrence of finding a dead body, she found a metal amulet lying on the ground. When she picked it up, her mind was immediately invaded by a buzzing, chittering sound. She immediately threw it to the ground in surprise, then slowly knelt to pick it back up once again. Despite being a series of random buzzes and crackles, Agatha... Understood it, in some weird way. Against her better judgement, she equipped the necklace. The last thing she remembered of the night was feeling incredibly heavy, yet powerful.

She woke up the next morning, safely in her room. Whether she liked it or not, she was thrown face first into the strange ongoings within Araminta.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Careful, someone's about to round that corner."

Art ⫻ In her downtime, Agatha's picked up painting. She mostly works on abstract pieces and
expressionism, less something she's actually trained in and more of a hobby.

Situational Awareness ⫻ Agatha's constantly processing her surroundings and taking note of everything around her, making her able to notice things better that would otherwise go over someone's head.

ABSTRACTION

"I don't think I was ever really a skeptic to begin with, but I never thought whatever was out there would come to me."

TYPE ⫻ Aberration (Adjoined)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Insect Form, Agatha has adjoined with an insect Apparition and has access to a powerful alternate form.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Inside of the ladybug necklace that Agatha was led to is an Apparition named The Lady Bug. Agatha, feeling a strange fascination with the entity inside, formed a union of sorts with The Lady Bug, and eventually the two adjoined. The Lady Bug isn't exactly the most talkative type, fortunately, and it's quite agreeable and easy to work with. Usually piping in with one-word statements whenever it has something to say. Fortunately, this is one of the Adjoinments that allows Agatha to retain her human form. The alternate form that Agatha has access to is the true form of the Apparition, the form of a ghostly ladybug.

This ladybug is the size of a sedan and has a red glow around it that takes the shape of smoke. Where ever the ladybug goes the smoke follows. The ladybug has few abilities, but the ladybug's main ability is flight. Much like a regular ladybug the Apparition can hover pretty much free and can fly up to thirty-seven miles per hour. It's not much of an ability compared to its flight but the ladybug can crawl on most solid surfaces. The lady bug's alternate form is quite durable, capable of tanking several extra-normal blows along with being borderline impervious to any attacks from the Blind. It's also strong enough to throw a man across the room and has a bite that'd kill that man.

As a strange sub ability or side-effect, where ever Agatha goes ladybugs follow. If she lingers in an area for too long there will be ladybugs on every surface. When she transforms into the Ladybug a swarm of ladybugs will appear out of thin air and accompany her where ever she goes. Ravaging any insects' insight, but she will have no ability to control or influence the swarm at all. When she changes back the ladybugs will disappear.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Agatha is able to perceive emotional states of others, as a sort of colored cloud that surrounds their body. Depending on the person's mood, the color of the mist will change, giving her a good indication on how someone is feeling.

LIMITS ⫻ As per usual, extra-normal beings are less effective against Agatha's alternate form - Capable of tanking its blows. Agatha and the Lady Bug are two beings that are on completely different wavelengths, so she can't stay in the form forever. The longest she can without being forced back to her human form is fifteen minutes. If she takes a few minutes rest she can transform back into the ladybug. Also, she has to share that noggin of her with a ghostly Ladybug and transforming requires both of them being in unison with each other.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Know that swarm of ladybugs that accompany her where ever she goes? Well, they're connected to her life force. Attacking the ladybugs that follow her around will in term damage and weaken Agatha. If they are immolated she'll be burnt, if they are frozen she will be. Somehow killing a million ladybugs will instantly kill Agatha. However, killing a bunch will merely knock her out.

OTHER

"I should get home soon. It's getting kind of dark, and my grandpa's hair isn't getting any grayer."

She's raised by her grandfather, Jeffrey. While he may appear crabby and bumbling on the surface, he loves Agatha deeply, and may just be more than what he seems...

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

New Fennec.

Even sixty years after The Blast, exposed to a derelict wasteland and only granting refuge to violent squatters, the city still stood tall amid the arid, sun-tortured expanse of sand and dried dirt. Even several miles away, the rotting, rusting husk of the city was visible, with the skies still being scraped by towering buildings as far as the horizon. From a high enough perspective, you could even see the point where the rest of the scorched desert gave way to fertile, untouched soil that stretched out far beyond the city's ramshackle remains.
Finding the actual city was very little issue, thankfully. Reaching it too, wasn't much of a barrier either. Besides a few crashed vehicles and steep cliffs, it was very much possible to simply walk right up to the city. Even the walls surrounding the shell of the city weren't in very well shape, with some having exposed openings so deep you could waltz right in. Heck, there was even still a large highway leading straight into the city, albeit dotted with a few rusted pileups and potholes that served more as craters. Anyone brave enough could follow it straight into the city proper.
With that in mind, what was stopping people from reclaiming the land?
The Belligerents, of course.
It's no coincidence that even after the world began to rebuild itself in tattered settlements, New Fennec was written off as a bygone product of a past age. The entire city was the home turf of fighters across America. Some would even say it shouldn't be any surprise at all that despite being spared, it fell victim to an apocalypse all of it's own, one of violence for it's own sake.

But in the new savage wasteland, violence was the closest thing to actual law. That promise alone was incentive enough for all sorts of warriors, settlers, and scavengers to flock periodically towards the city, even getting past the sheer danger it provoked. Some even came in anticipation of danger, looking to fill their headhunting quotas, while others come seeking knowledge and power.

Regardless of reason, the year of 2040 saw quite a few colorful characters migrating in, and might just have been the biggest year in the region's history, changing the entire city forever...

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In the middle of New Fennec, four thugs hung around, each equally equipped with poorly-patched armor and hole-punctured clothing. They were decently armed, with makeshift spears, clubs, and daggers. One of which even went empty handed.
Leoroy Troy was the leader of the small ragtag, wielding a spear made from bent and twisted metal, slung over the shoulder of his massive frame. Being Red Hills, they would've loved nothing more than to bash some heads on a hot summer day like today. But nope, the Big Boss put them on guard station. Or was it standby? Either way, they weren't allowed to go out cracking skulls or spilling guts. So, they practiced their skill and fought off boredom by pitching glass bottles around at each other, smashing them right as they sailed out of the air.
"Alright boss, coming at you!" The glass-pitcher warned. He turned to the boss of their squad, who assumed a prepared position of wielding the spear in both hands, ready to thrust forward. He twirled the bottle in his hand by it's neck, tossing it in the air and catching it repeatedly. He then took a proper stance, hurling the bottle with all the might he could muster.
Moments before the spear lunged forth to pierce the flying bottle, it exploded in mid-air. After shielding himself from the flying shards with his arm, Leoroy looked around in confusion, before his dull eyes were traced down to a small, incredibly thin and sharp rod of metal implanted in the dirt. Obviously the object that flew and crushed the bottle before he could pierce it himself. The rest of the gang was equally confused, looking around their desolate surroundings in a mixture of stupidity and anticipation.

"Well, who do those points go towards?" The pitcher yelled out. Several seconds later, another of the needles flew, piercing him straight through the side of his exposed-neck, spurting out a bloodied death grunt before he hit the ground. The four remainers raised their weapons, Leoroy in particular keeping a watchful eye of the ruined skyscrapers towering over them... He couldn't quite see it yet, but he could hear three more needles sail through the air, followed by three similar sounds of flesh tearing. Damnit, another member of his crew was taken out by an invisible assailant, both lungs and their shoulder having needles lodged in them. They weren't quite dead yet, but they instantly fell to the ground, wind seeping from them as they gargled and gasped for leaking air.

"Damnit! Stop hiding! Come out and face us!" Leoroy yelled out in rage, yet still maintaining his guard. One of the axe-wielding thugs noticed a shivering silhouette in the distance.
"Boss, I see them!", they called to Leoroy, "Right ov--"

Suddenly, another projectile flew. Not a needle, but a steel metal ball, about the size of a thumbnail. It flew, hitting them straight in the eye and knocking them right off their feet. Given a lack of gasping, the blunt projectile must have lodged firmly in their brain, leaving Leoroy the sole survivor.

"Is this what you want? One-on-one? Believe me, I've been waiting for a good fight all day! Cmon!" Leoroy thrust his arms open, daring another cheap attack. After several moments of silence, a figure lunged from the top of one of the dilapidated buildings, a couple feet in front of the spearman. They were heavily cloaked, wearing a large jacket, pants, and absolutely bundled underneath bandages wrapping their entire body. All they shot Leoroy was a look of cold predation.
Leoroy growled, then charged forward, thrusting their spear far out from their body, only maintaining his grip by it's rear end. Yet the assailant lunged backwards effortlessly, throwing an entire handful of needles. Quickly retreating, Leoroy managed to deflect or dodge most of them, except for two which grazed both his left leg and right hip. The attacker then reached behind their hip, before aiming their hand and flicking three more pellets. Leoroy had much less luck blocking this volley, only deflecting one. One of them hit him straight in his fresh hip-wound, and the other hit him right in the left knee, buckling him downward and dropping his spear. He tried to rise, but by the time he raised his head, the assassin was standing directly over them, needle pinched between his fingers aimed right at Leoroy. A brief curse was the only real retaliation the thug-leader managed to squeeze out, before his life was snuffed out.

Bolus stood over the slain ruffian, holstering his remaining needles. After briefly recovering all of his scattered projectiles from the scene of battle, he lunged back into the shadows of the surrounding city. Once he was out of the open view, he removed a sheaf of paper from his pouch. On it was several roughly-drawn men and women, along with their name and a brief description of numerous charges. Taking a blood-coated needle out, Bolus crossed out "LEOROY" and his picture, before folding the leaflet back up and replacing it.

One down, a hell of a lot more to go.

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

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Dab

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

@Drag Accepted

Warrior's Road: After the Blast [Post-Apocalyptic Fighting RP]

@Kamen Evie Accepted as well.

Alrighty. I Might've jumped the gun by closing the RP a little bit too early, so I'm gonna reopen the gates and resume accepting any interested players.

@Skull If you're still interested, feel free to come on in!