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Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands

Normal Appearence

• Name: Yeshua Sands, aka, Terrorkeet
• Age: 22
• Monster Type: Amalgam of mythical and mundane avians.
• Special Abilities:

Feather Storm: The ability to rapidly grow, harden, and expel feathers of a sharp and metallic nature from her extremities.

Pressure Damage: Controlling the pressure systems in the air around her to create and manipulate air currents and weather systems as she desires, from walls of hurricane force winds to twisters, even air tunnels for high speed transit unmatched by modern aviation.

Crush Claw: An uncanny strength found only in Yeshua hands and feet, letting her crush and tear with greater force then she could exert through her arms, legs, or fists.

• Inventory: Suitcase full of clothes, toiletries, and travel essentials.

• Background: Yeshua had been on earth for the better past of seven years, though her time in Center City is barely two weeks. She arrived around the white cliffs of Dover, and had been travelling every since, possessed by a sense of adventure that drew her across continents and oceans without any sense to her ways. The avian kaiju would make her first appearence to the public in the wake of another Kaiju's rampage, Yeshua holding to some misguided desire for heroism that had sending the other monster into the sea courtesy of a monsoon that ravaged the coastal city and it's neighbors for several days.

It was a sad trend that her efforts to help tended to cause more harm then good, but Yeshua couldn't help being what she was, and choosing to stand aside when she was perfectly able to help was just as bad as joining in the destruction. She certainly couldn't trust those squishy MFF forces who she could have popped like ripe tomatoes with two claws and her eyes closed, so it was up to the Terrorkeet to save the day and keep the humans from getting crushed in their ignorance of things. Lucky for them, they had such a heroic kaiju to defend the world, and her travels had finally brought her to Central City for a whole new adventure!

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands

Normal Appearence

• Name: Yeshua Sands, aka, Terrorkeet
• Age: 22
• Monster Type: Amalgam of mythical and mundane avians.
• Special Abilities:

Feather Storm: The ability to rapidly grow, harden, and expel feathers of a sharp and metallic nature from her extremities.

Pressure Damage: Controlling the pressure systems in the air around her to create and manipulate air currents and weather systems as she desires, from walls of hurricane force winds to twisters, even air tunnels for high speed transit unmatched by modern aviation.

Crush Claw: An uncanny strength found only in Yeshua hands and feet, letting her crush and tear with greater force then she could exert through her arms, legs, or fists.

• Inventory: Suitcase full of clothes, toiletries, and travel essentials.

• Background: Yeshua had been on earth for the better past of seven years, though her time in Center City is barely two weeks. She arrived around the white cliffs of Dover, and had been travelling every since, possessed by a sense of adventure that drew her across continents and oceans without any sense to her ways. The avian kaiju would make her first appearence to the public in the wake of another Kaiju's rampage, Yeshua holding to some misguided desire for heroism that had sending the other monster into the sea courtesy of a monsoon that ravaged the coastal city and it's neighbors for several days.

It was a sad trend that her efforts to help tended to cause more harm then good, but Yeshua couldn't help being what she was, and choosing to stand aside when she was perfectly able to help was just as bad as joining in the destruction. She certainly couldn't trust those squishy MFF forces who she could have popped like ripe tomatoes with two claws and her eyes closed, so it was up to the Terrorkeet to save the day and keep the humans from getting crushed in their ignorance of things. Lucky for them, they had such a heroic kaiju to defend the world, and her travels had finally brought her to Central City for a whole new adventure!

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

The pair plus a stange young man tossed over Kanbaru's shoulder had journeyed far. So far as to see the landscape change and lush fields give way to further barren lands, and a doubt in Rose's sense of direction to settle in the bluenette's mind. The would-be sky pirate was spared a mutiny when a figure leaped down from one of the few remaining trees, it's height an oddity in lands increasingly inhospitable to its kind.

Deja vu struck the former magical girl, finding this woman casually resting a sword upon her shoulder to be what she'd imagine an older, more sane Chie to look like. Right down to the part where she none-too-subtly threatened them for having her associate in hand.

"Rebels? Imperials? Sorry, we ain't from around here. Can't say we'd belong to either side, or even knew who this lug was with." Kanbaru said, hand shifting to give Chen a few hearty pats on the rear before lowering him down between them. If push came to shove she'd rather not be weighed down carrying a potential enemy. "We're just adventerous sorts, and this guy literally fell from the sky in front of us. Like, five more steps and one of would be a pancake on the road, so we'd just been carrying him around till we can hear his side of things. Or find an adventure. Either or, we aren't picky."

Tower of Fable

Lorelai

The maids waiting in the periphery briefly beamed with joy from their Lady's praise before a cool mask of decorum re-asserted itself. A state that was almost surreal as one promptly caught a cat as white as snow and exceptionally fluffy trying to slip out the patio doors, cradling it in her arms without cracking even a smidgen from her professional state. Not even as it rolled onto its back and demanded its belly be rubbed, which she did.

Seated at the table, Lorelai could allow herself to bask in the glow of Eleonor's words without restraint, her posture growing lax as a warmth filled her cheeks with color. A touch of reproach rose up as her Lady off handedly mentioned replacing the long table, but neither she nor the maids were very inclined to do so. They had plans to see those seats filled, and they would see it done one day.

Fortunately for Eleonor she moved on, prompting their guest to regail them with more tails of her journies across lands near and far. The Knight looked eagerly to the minstrel, only to catch sight of a drip of beer sauce working down the arch of Eleonor's chin.

Ignoring any propriety that some would hold onto before guests, she bent over the table and dabbed her napkin upon the lady's messy lips. Honestly, milady, must you be so comfortable you care not for your own appearence?

Her thoughts had her lingering for a few moments longer then neccesary, her fingers upon Eleonor's lips tracing the delicate arch beneath the cloth of her napkin before she drew back. Lorelai's own expression had grown a touch giddy and she feigned a cough into the same stained cloth before facing Akiko once more.

"Pardon my interruption. Please, do tell us more of your travels. Milady can so rarely find stories from beyond the borders of our Imperium."

Tower of Fable

Lorelai

The journey to the most noble and benevolent Lady Asgard's abode then prooved her accolades were well deserved as she met them on the path. Lorelai halted in her banter, the familiar warmth welling in her chest as she gazed down upon her lady, only to be curtailed by the twinge of regret that came upon seeing her smiling so angelically despite her knight's failings. She clutched at her chest, the scraping of metal clawing against her breastplate lasting a few moments before she grew terribly self conscious.

"You honor us with your presence, milday Eleonor." The knight said upon dismounting from Durgan's back, head bowed in gracious subservience before rising, a faint dusting of color across her cheeks upon hearing Akiko's words about her own status. "P-Please, I am not worthy of such titles. I am simply a soldier blessed to serve under her betters. Me, a lady? Truly your flattery is without end, poet."

Her great beast, lacking any such attachment to station and courtesy, trundled off ahead as the soldiers dispersed back to the village to resume their duties. Between the Judge and her dog, what were they needed for but an audience?

Acting on Eleonor's prompting the party made good time to their destination, the chateau was quickly reached and the procession was met by mirrored walls of maids. Solemn, stern, and some even sporting scars that wouldn't be found in the kitchen, yet still dressed fully as maids and bowed to them as they entered the abode. "This way everyone. The weather is too fine for meals in doors."

Lorelai led them on past stairwells and halls, emerging to the back of the chateau upon a broad patio of stone pavers that gave way to lush grass before everything the eye could see was swallowed by rolling waves of barley and the sky above. Furniture of wrought iron was laid out without a scuff mark to be seen, laden with fine table clothes and platters of fresh fruit and dainty sandwiches. The spread's color palatte was decidely red, with strawberries being in vast abundance.

Several maids flanked the patio doors, and to them Lorelai gestured while handing off her sword and standard. "Do not hesitate to ask for of the maids if you find yourself in need. Milady's generosity has been extended to you, so do not let propriety halt you here. Sit where you may."

Left unsaid but obviously implied by her taking the spot to the right of the head of the table was to not take Eleonor's spot. To any who so dared, they'd receive a glare fiercer then the beast Lorelai had ridden in upon could muster.

High Ground Online

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High Ground Online

Ochre Automaton

Out of Game

In Game

• Name: Hatsume Nagiri
• HGO Title: Ochre Automaton
• Age: 19
• Level: 3
• Weapon: Energy Designated Marksman Rifle

• Junction Drive: Medical Payload: Alters the properties of Ochre's rifle to fire healing syringes at targets. Those marked as friendly receive a 25% bonus to weapon damage and fire rate, while any enemy hit receives a 25% decrease to fire rate and movement speed under the auspices of an injected sedative targetting extradimensional matter typical of Unival.

• Inventory: Bandages. Status Effect clearing nanite grenades.

• Background: No one knows Hatsume Nagiri for the simple reason that they've only met Ochre Automaton. That is to say, she never breaks character, even outside of HGO, playing herself completely straight as a robot maid created to fight the invading Unival, serving mankind with deadpan efficiency, and adminster first aid to the wounded regardless of threats posed to her. Is undecided on the nature of a human soul and whether or not she possesses one, as she feigns being confused by the illogical nature of humans and their emotions.

• Other: Carries physical rolls of bandage outside of the game for spontaneous nursing needs.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko and ???

Hesitant steps and the creak of floor boards were all that Kanbaru could judge the town home by, hearing not a peep to tell her that anyone else was home. Fortune was favoring her with a lack of a criminal charges on this adventure, or so she'd like to believe, if she could make her way out undetected. With one hand balanced against the hall she crept onwards, wincing at the lack of stealhieness her attire conferred. By her guess this was a decent housing, no rot in the wood and, if cramped, it was built well enough not to blow over in the wind. Wherever they'd landed they at least chose a setting that had a fairly healthy fantasy aesthetic.

"No one home?" Kanbaru asked amusedly, poking her head into what seemed to her eyes to be a very basic kitchen. There were tables for cooking and tables for eating, a pot for cooking.and a pot for dirty dishes. Even to a student this was a spartan dining area and she couldn't imagine prepare cereal here, but that was probably the city girl in her talking.

"Some one is." To answer Kanbaru's question, a quiet little girl would appear from behind the currious guest. Making less noise than the dead air filling the house with the one exception of a couple of clicks in place as locks solidify themselves. A pair of shackles cuffing Fortuna to the handle of a loose and open door. The door itself was obviously not strong enough to withstand any well meanted attempt to break it apart, or even just spending a minute to jiggle the handle free from the shackle.

"And who, may I ask are you to appear here unnanounced? Hm~?" Her voice was soft and unthreatening. Though a tinge of demand still lingered in the directed question.

There was no shame in admitting Kanbaru leapt with fright at being startled by a child she hadn't heard a peep from. There was in coming down only to find her wristes bound without even seeing how they had come to be affixed to an ajar door. Instinct kicked in and she tugged, finding the door swung easy on joints that didn't look like they'd take more then a handful of good kicks to come loose. Satisfied on a superficial level she turned to the appearent resident, eyes widening a fraction to find a child. "What the? Sheesh kid, are you faster then light or just magic?"

The bluenette shrugged in the face of the tiny inquisitor, leaning against the door in a show of non-chalance marred by her previous fright. "What can I say, but that I was lost on the road of life and stumbled into someone's cupboard. I guess one as young as you wouldn'tt get it, but weird things can happen when you leave a tavern. People wake up in the strangest of places!"

"Ohho...." Giving the door a good solid kick, the once solid door chipped and splintered to the point it was barely hanging on its hinges. Only a defunct handle stayed clamped to the wrist of the bule woman. "Than you may leave. One of your intellegence surely must know not to snoop any furhter." Rather than to get into it further with the guest, the rogue simply walked away with as little noise as she entered with. Obviously her hiding place wasn't near as well hidden as she prefered; gathering her stash to move out once more.

It must be a local thing to show off casual feats of blinding speed and strength as this child was, otherwise Kanbaru had to assume she was trying to impress or intimidate Kanbaru. Lord only knew why she'd bother but it seemed she couldn't find a reason either as she dismissed the bluenette with a nary a glance back to make certain she left. With yet another flippant shrug she conjured up a bit of water with the rogue's back turned and pushed it into the shackles lock, where it flash froze and expanded rapid enough to smash the mechanism. "Well here's your toys back. Don't go slapping them on strangers willy nilly."

If Kanbaru had any idea where the other's were she'd have entertained the notion of further investigating this shady figure, but being alone as she was and with no actual certainty she could return to the Tavern on her own, it was best she skedaddle while the opening was still presenting itself. Loot only held value to the person who could return home with it, after all. So she navigated the house far more casually and traipsed out the front door without a care, innured enough from the home interior to not be awed by the village outside. A well travelled thoroughfare stretched in either direction before her, spurring her to pick a direction at random and keep her eyes open for an ecclectic band of merry travellers in weird outfits and with amazing hair.

Half an hour later, she found only one such individual, and she was sprawled out on the ground after seemingly running into a woman with a most strikingly familiar coat. Her curiosity aroused, Kanbaru approached the downed Rose and offered. "Heya Rose, was wondering where everyone got to. Making friends already?"

|:| Heaven Sent |:|

I'm not having any luck with my CS so i'll bow out here. Enjoy.

Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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Smith's Rest | Transit Station
January 16th, 2677

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Dark. Cramped. Dirty. Felt just like home, but with signifigantly more leg room. Agatha Smith enjoyed the space without reservation, stretching her legs out far and wide while in her hands was a ring. It was looped through a laynard Agatha kept tucked in her jumpsuit, but with the long journey to New Anchorage, her hands were begging for something to be occupied with. The metal was actually titanium for all the effort Albert put in to make it polish like silver. Her lips curled fondly, running her fingertip along the smooth interior till it bumped upon a single blemish.

"A good mechanic, but he didn't have the hands for jewelry." Agatha laughed, having many hours to get comfortable with the dirth of space around her. There was something about an aged pilot that had people wary of approaching, like she was liable to either stab them or hurl shit at them. I'm not that old. Ticker's going just fine and mind's dandy.

It was something she hadn't had an issue with before, snug and out of the way amidst her scrap yard. Well, formerly her scrap yard. Whoever wanted the mountains of junk was free to move in now, or so the sign she'd left said. She lingered on that thought but couldn't muster up any regrets to see it go.

The screech of deceleration preceeded the racket of shifting metal and groaning super structure, drawing her attention to the front of the train and the new chapter of her life ready to be written on the platform. She didn't hesitate to get to her feet, grasping an overhead rung for balance as she rode out the last stretch. Turning the ring about brough forth a socketed gem, it's yellow luster convincing sweet Albert it was Topaz.

It made for a better name for their first little one then Heliodor.

Pressing the wedding band to her lips, she let herself enjoy the coolness of her spouseness' craftsmanship before stowing the band beneath her lays of clothing, flush against her skin. Albert never would have wanted to see this, and Agatha wouldn't fault the man for his softness.

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Stepping out of the train gave Agatha her first good view of the pilots now seperate from the auxillary personnal keeping everything else afloat. Her face was the very picture of wry amusement, from the minute quirk of her lips to the loose parade rest she assumed beside a rigid Solon. Mara's stiff posture and distinctive accent made her think of some of the more righteous mercenaries she'd known in the past. Sticking to their contracts like dogs with bones, mauling subordinates who threatened it with lazieness, greed, or good old fashioned incompetance.

As the line formed she put her attention straight ahead, finding two men overseeing the disembarkment of the train with a cool detachment that implied authority. The first she dismissed as quickly as Mathew had them, while the other was a handsome man. The kind the Companies would put on a promotional poster with him behind a desk with a great, basking in the radiance of everything the corporate ladder could reward you with.

Yet here was the man she'd taken the contract from. Someone either desperate or daring enough to let her on without a fuss. Michael Graham. Commander Michael Graham, if she felt like being proper.

"Agatha Smith. Eager to work with you." The aged pilot said to the small gathering, holding to her ease even if it set off the Solon twins. She was far too old to worry about the feelings of those almost a third her age over something so simple as an introduction.