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Well that last post was... slightly... @!>$'ed up...

(No, I've never played bloodborne before D: )
Also Sinthe like the alcohol is very strong, so strong that when he sleeps with a pregnant woman he cancels the woman's pregnancy and the woman is instantly pregnant with his child JK.


That's one hell of a hangover if it lasts 9 months!
@SlamJamcityI make all of my posts based on my character's experiences, not what I (as the person writing the character) know about the universe. For instance, outside the the city is probably a total hell on earth that Macey would never visit in her wildest dreams, but she doesn't know that :P
“….Wait a minute, that answers nothing…” Macey stood puzzled once again, before a sudden realisation made her heart sink. “…You don’t know anything about this place either. You don’t even remember who I am.”

She was going to turn back, but she heard a distant snarling growling and yapping like a pack of wolves in a fierce fight. She couldn’t see them at all from this distance, but whatever could be making those sounds, were probably much worse than wolves. Looks like it wasn’t totally safe within the city walls either… is the outside meant to be even worse than that?

“Just as useless as the rest of them, can you believe… I actually saved your life!” She whispered to herself. And in that moment, Macey’s exasperation turned into a gleam of determination. Seeing that the bird-man hadn’t gone far, she ran ahead and stood in front of him, defiantly. “I saved your life, when one of your experiments almost killed you. The house you were in collapsed, and the whole roof fell on top of you. I, out of the goodness of my heart, was the one to save you while all the other villagers looked on, waiting for you to die. See that? I’m not like the other villagers. In fact, I’m not a villager. I’m something better. I moved that roof without a problem – I have super human strength you see? Then, before I could tell you how you could repay the debt, you wandered back into the darkness. The shock of the whole ordeal must have given you amnesia, but I’ll forgive you this one time. You can’t be totally useless like the rest of them, you see. If you’re not useless, then prove it.Macey walked up to him, trying desperately hard not to shiver internally so close to his haunting mask again despite what her strong exterior may show, and grabbed his glove in a fierce hand shake. “I’m Macey James, and I’m pleased to be colleagues with you from now on – until you pay back my debt, that is worth one life. But that can wait. First, we’re going outside the wall to the land of pain and suffering, remember? ”
Hello y'all

Unusually long day at Uni today, I shall write up a post when I get home :)
Macey stood with her feet rooted to the ground, completely awestruck and dumbfounded. While being assaulted with so many questions at once, she froze up and found herself being completely unable to answer any of them. This close to her face, the bird’s sombre mask looked every bit as daunting under this man’s (was “man” the right word?) hood, and his voice didn’t give much away as to whether he was a friend or a foe. Still, she wondered what sort of person would intentionally blow up a building while he was still inside it, but then again, a few patients did turn up at her hospital after an accident with a stray firework. “For the banter”, apparently.

She couldn’t supress a wince when the mask came in closer, and Macey shut her eyes fast. She had assumed that “Payment” meant something like “Punishment” in this place, so the soft prod in her cheek wasn’t quite what she expected. “You’re… you’re m-” she murmured through closed eyes, just falling short of saying the dreaded “m” word before deciding against it. Maybe he wasn’t a foe after all.

When she opened her eyes again, for a moment she’d lost all sight and presence of the strange man. Once again, all that surrounded her was an endless midnight, dreary wooden buildings, a starless sky and an unreal sense of foreboding that felt like…

Oh. No. I’m not staying here alone.

Macey caught just a glimpse of his trench coat disappearing into the streets again – her eyes were slowly getting used to the darkness, she was pleased to notice. “Wait! Please, wait! You’re not a villager either. I mean, you’re not miserable at all, and I didn’t see you at the temple!” Macey paused for a minute, trying to figure the most useful question to ask. “Are you from out there?” She asked, pointing to the pair of gates leading out of the city. “Are you from beyond the walls, travelled in from another land? I mean, is there something outside this place?”
Now, let’s think about this. First, you fell asleep on a hospital bed, sick to the bones with disease. Now, you wake up in a Temple, with no sign of illness left in your system. Macey parted her lips a little, as if tasting the air would give her more answers. Does this mean that her prayer worked?
In fact, looking around now, this church looked not a lot like a normal church at all. It was woefully dark, bare without any idols, and it didn’t looked like anyone native to the city was here today – that is, except for the priest. Surely, this couldn’t be a house where God resides? Instinct told her to kneel at the altar, although at that point she had no idea what she was meant to be kneeling to - she decided against it, for now.

Macey had just finished securing the last of her weapons to her person after the priest’s strange introduction – it was unlikely that she’d need it so soon after waking up, but it was best to be prepared in any case. She listened to the sparse conversation of the others around her, avoiding direct eye contact – and it was clear that they had no clue how they got there either. Feeling impatient (and rather thankful that she was free to walk again after being bed bound for months), Macey headed straight for the door outside. She was surprised how easily she could walk, as if those long months spent bed bound and not moving a single muscle never happened at all.

She didn't expect to be hit by a deep midnight darkness, which gave the whole place a rather eerie feel. She almost shuddered to look at the cold cobbled streets, which seemed to disappear into the belly of the shadows. Well, maybe it would all look better in the morning. From her position in the town square, the “City” looked very small indeed. All it seemed to have as a boundary to the outside world was a high wooden wall and a gate – in fact, which town even still used wooden walls instead of brick or concrete? Had she gone back in time too?

Macey had lots of questions about this place, but she wasn’t sure which questions would give her the answers that she needed to survive here. She wanted to speak with the native people to find out what their way of life was like, but they hardly even seemed alive. With a dire thought Macey began to think of the possibility that she’d turn into one of those, but the thought was quite literally shaken out of her mind when a sudden piercing light flooded the town square like daylight. It took about half a second for the ground beneath her to tremble as well.

Managing to stay on her feet through the tremors due to pure luck, Macey looked up just in time to a building collapse in on itself on the far side of town. And that’s why we use bricks to build houses… she mused to herself. Still, if this wasn’t a clue, then she didn’t know what was. She raced to the wooden ruins, trying to ignore the shadowy streets with looming buildings and the way that the air kept dead still without a breeze, all the while hoping that nothing would jump out of the darkness to attack her. Even when she reached the collapsed house, Macey then wondered whether coming here alone was a smart idea after all.

She scuffed a piece of broken glass with her boots, wondering if it had any part to play in the incidence. Not too far away, a single gloved hand poked out from underneath a wooden beam. Macey got to work heaving the thing up, and almost dropped it again in surprise when she noticed a bird’s face staring back up at her.

Wait… not a bird. It’s a mask. She sighed at her own stupidity, then asked “Sir, are you… alright?”
Name: Macey James

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Appearance: Brown eyes, brown hair just beyond the shoulder (more often than not, tied back while fighting). Olive skin, 5ft 7 with an athletic build – beyond that, ordinary as ordinary can be.

For equipment, Macey wears thick leather that is especially fortified on her forearms, gloves (which are fingerless, so she can still operate her shotgun), knee pads and back. The armour is lightweight, designed with shock absorption and accidental falls from rooftops in mind. Being quite an acrobatic fighter who likes to be versatile with her surroundings, Macey dislikes armour plating.
Magic: None

Weapon:
1) Sawn off shotgun

2) A pair of short spears (meter and a half long, blade and handle combined) with a conical blade. The purpose of these weapons is to pierce monster weak points, rather than as a cutting edge. Only the tip of the weapon is solid iron, meaning it is rather lightweight. The handles are a thick layering of leather and rubber, allowing Macey to block physical attacks with them without fracturing or splintering the handle.

3) Simple iron short sword. Because hey, what hunter is complete without one? This is usually strapped to Macey’s back, unused in a normal fight except to carve away materials from monster parts.

Bio: at 21 years of age and a recent university graduate, Macey lived a fairly standard life for a girl living in London suburbia. Macey remembers that she used to work as a Nurse, and often dreamed of being a doctor. She also used to remember contracting a sickness from one of her patients, and being critically ill for a very, very long time. Everything else – family, and home life, remain a mystery to her after awakening in this strange world. In fact, the only thing she remembers clearly is the time she spent working, and the time she spent ill in the hospital. The last time she fell asleep, she whispered a short prayer… before waking in a monastery in a foreign world.

Personality: During her normal life, Macey normally kept to herself. The most important things to her was her job, her music, and her religion – needless to say, conversation between other people was scarce.

She would rather keep straight forward with people, since she only communicated on a business level. Her most recent illness sucked out all last traces of humour from her personality; although she wouldn’t be described as a cold person, most people find her difficult to approach.

However, Macey’s inquisitive nature on life and her joy in finding out how things work remained intact. She is much rather attracted to “things” rather than “people”, and as such is incredibly perceptive to her surroundings. Her natural understanding of the world was limited to inanimate objects though, as Macey is often a terrible judge of character and cannot seem to read subtle human emotions easily.
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