mercenarius

A City of Ash and decay: An Inquisitors Story

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The Gunslingers, a western

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Welcome to Drumvar: A Slice of Life RP (Always Accepting)

Annest Williams

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Annest drove her silver hatchback too fast, windows rolled down. The freezing wind cut her cheeks as it blew, throwing her hair around wildly, at times slightly obscuring her vision. None of this bothered her, however; she was too busy singing along to the Smile-dk CD, volume way too high, to notice the cold or the pain. Bobbing her head back and forth, her less-than-melodic voice barely projected loud enough for herself to hear over the synthesized pop music, entertaining herself as she drove in the general direction of home.

Coming from what was supposed to be an early morning portrait session, Annest was, for once, presentable in appearance, her blue blouse and black trousers shielded by a long grey coat, her eyes obscured by large, round sunglasses. She drove barefoot, her thin nylons the only barrier between her and the cold plastic; her low-heeled shoes were kicked carelessly into the bottom of the passenger seat. Her beloved camera, by contrast, was placed carefully and lovingly, buckled into the seat to keep it safe. The rest of her equipment almost completely filled the rest of her car, the back seats folded down to create extra space. She was alone for once - Grandfather was well enough to take care of young Noah this morning - hence her current speed, volume and general carelessness while driving down the road.

Up ahead, she saw a man with his thumb toward the road. She glanced at her wristwatch. Her intent was to go home and pick up her nephew, take him out for a day at the festival; but her client cancelled at the last moment (the absolute last moment), freeing up her entire day and giving her plenty of time for a side trip. She turned her music down and slowed the car as she approached him.

As she rolled to a stop, Annest looked him over, noting just how large he was. She frowned, hesitating to speak for a moment; not for fear of her safety - no, that didn't even cross her mind - but because she wasn't even sure that this bear of a man would be able to fit properly in her already-mostly-full city car. Then she noticed how he was dressed - shorts, in this weather? The man must be mad or desperate. Reaching over across the seat, she pushed the car door open and smiled lightly. "Where to, Mountain Man?" She asked as she reached forward to collect her shoes and camera. Scanning the back of the car, she found a safe place for her camera and an out-of-the-way spot to tuck her shoes, then rolled up the windows and flicked on the heat. "Might be a bit of a squeeze, sorry about that."

@The Wyrm

Hill To Die On (modern slice of live adventure with supernatural/horror elements)

Tentative interest

Welcome to Drumvar: A Slice of Life RP (Always Accepting)

@Lasrever I'm thinking about a second character (possibly Annest's brother). I'll keep you posted.

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

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Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Fiala: know your onions

For lack of a better facial expression, Fiala pouted as they returned from Death's vision. Sure, humans suffered at her hands, but not nearly as much as they suffered at the hands of her siblings - nor, for that matter, more than they suffered at the hands of other humans. Still, she understood why Death did it... even if she knew she wasn't really to blame. It didn't matter to her anyway, at least not as much as it mattered to some of her brothers and sisters - she didn't care much to return to the Heavens, and she fought once for her 'toys', as Desious called them. If things came to it, she would fight for them again. Her power matched that of the other gods (albeit in less obvious ways, but that hardly mattered). Even if not every human survived, she would at least ensure the survival of some.

She sat up properly, turning her attention to the only demigod present. Wow, that must have been rough. She watched as Keyla got up and crossed to the bar... yeah, rough is one word for it. Fiala stood and followed her, mostly hoping to make a gesture of friendship, partially because her siblings had yet to hand her a drink. Leaning on the bar as the child found a bottle of whiskey and swigged from it, she smiled wryly. "Whiskey sour, doll?" she said softly in her Transatlantic accent, refusing even now to abandon the character. "That's easy, I could make it for ya. Here." Gently, she took the bottle from Keyla, and moved behind the bar. Silently, she mixed two particularly strong drinks, and offered one to the demigod. "Good for what ails ya." In a rare moment of discretion, she stopped herself from adding even if what ails ya is the company.

Even with her earnest attempt to give full attention to the meeting, Fiala still found herself bored. Desious told his tale, but other than explaining his position and where her power went, he didn't say anything she didn't already know. Her ear was still turned to the rest of the room, but she knew where things would go from here: petty squabbling, tit-for-tat between her siblings... although Death's concluding question piqued her fading interest. She knew nothing of the Void, other than the word brought up during her passing attention in meetings long since passed.

@Lord Zee@GrizzTheMauler@Forsythe@Dealdric@Eyeris

Luclie: I can hear the bell

Luke couldn't help but chuckle at the woman's comment about where they were. Not the words he would've chosen, but this place was pretty scarce. She was right - he was much more likely to find a good mechanic (and particularly one that was familiar with bikes) in San Francisco than he was in... wherever they were... not that it mattered much anyway.

She leaned forward and called bullshit. Luke crossed his arms, but otherwise did his best to restrain his anger. From the corner of his eye, he saw a young woman walk into the diner and find a booth not far from them. He didn't immediately pay attention to her, instead focused on his companion as she said her peace. He didn't think her an idiot - but he wasn't sure how else to approach the peculiar situation he was in.

The waitress stopped by, and, after nodding his thanks, he poured a generous mug of coffee and immediately gulped the whole thing. Without returning the mug to the table, he filled it again and sipped it more slowly. What was he really after? What could he say that wouldn't make him sound insane?

Then she mentioned the bell. He froze for a moment before putting down his mug. So he wasn't the only one who heard it. That didn't give him any clue to the bell's origin, but at least it gave him reason to not doubt his own sanity. Perhaps he could talk to her about it.

His gaze instinctively returned to the only other patron in the diner, his eyes narrowed without turning his head. He took a deep breath, thinking hard about what he wanted to say before answering.

"I thought I was the only one." His hushed tone matched hers, making sure the newcomer couldn't hear. To be sure, he leaned forward slightly as well. "You know, then. You need to find it too." He paused, sipping his coffee. He thought about asking immediately to go with her - they were clearly headed to the same place. But he thought about it, and it would probably be worth it to probe her a little further. "What do you know about it?"

This couldn't have worked out better. What chance - running into another who heard the bell, who not only saved him from the side of the road, not only agreed to lunch, but also, for whatever reason, volunteered the information first. His mug, still lifted to his mouth, hid a smile as he waited (patiently, for the first time since the accident) for her answer.

@Pirouette@Forsythe

Welcome to Drumvar: A Slice of Life RP (Always Accepting)

Annest Williams

Name:

Annest Williams
(Annie, if she likes you)

Age:

26

Appearance:

Standing at 5’8 and weighing just over 8 stone, Annest is thinner than most. She is physically weak, almost appearing fragile, something she resents but doesn’t truly care enough to do anything about. What she wears out depends heavily on who she is with and what she is doing: if she is alone, she wears whatever clean garments are most comfortable, mostly opting toward loose shirts and baggy pants (a holdover from her time spent travelling); if she is with her family (especially her nephews or grandfather), she appears more presentable, often wearing dresses or fashionable tops and bottoms. If she is working, she will dress the part: full formal for weddings, business casual for portraits, whatever-she-would-have-worn-anyway for local business events.

Family:

• Donald Paterson | grandfather | 83 | retired
• Seth Williams | brother | 31 | police officer
• Megan Williams | sister-in-law | 30 | secondary school teacher
• Jackie Williams | nephew | 5 | P1 student
• Noah Williams | nephew | 3 | adorable

Occupation:

Annest is a freelance photographer based out of her family home, specializing in portraiture and wedding photography. She advertises mostly through word of mouth, business cards, and flyers posted in public spaces, as well as a professional website. She also offers a free service for local businesses, taking candid photos during events and making them available to the host at no charge.

Outside of her business, she spends much of her time taking care of her elderly grandfather and young nephews.

Personality:

Annest is, for the most part, bubbly and light-spirited. Most people would describe her as “fun to be around”, and she has never had trouble making friends. She is easy to work with, easy to talk to and generally a very easy-going person. She is also very good with kids, and, since moving into the family home, has spent a great deal of time taking care of her two young nephews - not because she has to, but because she wants to.

Despite her comfort in a crowd, she often has trouble keeping close friends, mostly for lack of trying: Annest finds it easier to keep track of relationships when they are indiscriminately kept at arm's length, and she rarely thinks it worth the effort to maintain a close friendship any longer than she feels she has to. There are exceptions, of course; but for the most part, the people who call her friend are not the same people she would lean on in times of need.

Annest is also very impulsive. This is clearly evident in her refusal to take the time to think out major life decisions, but also shows in smaller, everyday actions, occasionally getting her into trouble. In spite of this (or perhaps because of it) she has yet to truly experience regret.

History:

Annest was born in London, the second child of a Scottish mother and an English father. She spent most of her formative years in the city, spending summers with her maternal grandparents in their large Drumvar home. She loved these trips, and Drumvar was, for a long time, tinted rose in her mind because of them.

She first took an interest in photography while playing with her father’s old polaroid camera: what started as a fun game to play with her friends quickly turned into a full-blown hobby as she spent more and more time obsessing over how she could take better photos, playing with lighting and other techniques as well as reading books and magazines dedicated to photography. She purchased her own camera when she was twelve after having saved for nearly a year, and she spent every moment she could taking photos of herself, her family, their house, the city, anything that struck her.

Two days after her eighteenth birthday, Annest left London without a word. For six years after, she travelled the British Isles and then Europe, living mostly out of hostiles and occasionally sleeping on a friendly couch. To finance her trip, she began freelancing photography, specializing in portraiture and working under the table, often accepting food and lodging for her work. Although it wasn’t always easy, Annest loved every moment of her travels.

Her adventure ended when her camera was stolen in Berlin. Without a steady source of income, Annest decided that her best course of action was to head back to the UK. After finding a phone and someone with whom she could properly communicate, she called her childhood home - to find out that her maternal grandmother passed in her absence, and that her brother was taking care of her elderly and sick grandfather. Devastated, she made her way to Drumvar, arriving three months later.

Her family was overjoyed to welcome her home, and she quickly moved into the family home in Drumvar, setting up a legitimate business and caring for her grandfather and young nephews. Two years later, she has more or less established herself as part of the community; although she still feels somewhat like an outsider in a town that doesn’t quite resemble her childhood memories.

Other:

Although she has a passing familiarity with several languages due to her travel, Annest only speaks English and French fluently.

Welcome to Drumvar: A Slice of Life RP (Always Accepting)

Oops! My mistake. I'll fix it then move her over (:

Welcome to Drumvar: A Slice of Life RP (Always Accepting)

Annest

Name:

Annest Williams
(Annie, if she likes you)

Age:

26

Appearance:

Standing at 5’8 and weighing just over 8 stone, Annest is thinner than most. She is physically weak, almost appearing fragile, something she resents but doesn’t truly care enough to do anything about. What she wears out depends heavily on who she is with and what she is doing: if she is alone, she wears whatever clean garments are most comfortable, mostly opting toward loose shirts and baggy pants (a holdover from her time spent travelling); if she is with her family (especially her nephews or grandfather), she appears more presentable, often wearing dresses or fashionable tops and bottoms. If she is working, she will dress the part: full formal for weddings, business casual for portraits, whatever-she-would-have-worn-anyway for local business events.

Family:

• Donald Williams | grandfather | 83 | retired
• Seth Williams | brother | 31 | police officer
• Megan Williams | sister-in-law | 30 | secondary school teacher
• Jackie Williams | nephew | 5 | P1 student
• Noah Williams | nephew | 3 | adorable

Occupation:

Annest is a freelance photographer based out of her family home, specializing in portraiture and wedding photography. She advertises mostly through word of mouth, business cards, and flyers posted in public spaces, as well as a professional website. She also offers a free service for local businesses, taking candid photos during events and making them available to the host at no charge.

Outside of her business, she spends much of her time taking care of her elderly grandfather and young nephews.

Personality:

Annest is, for the most part, bubbly and light-spirited. Most people would describe her as “fun to be around”, and she has never had trouble making friends. She is easy to work with, easy to talk to and generally a very easy-going person. She is also very good with kids, and, since moving into the family home, has spent a great deal of time taking care of her two young nephews - not because she has to, but because she wants to.

Despite her comfort in a crowd, she often has trouble keeping close friends, mostly for lack of trying: Annest finds it easier to keep track of relationships when they are indiscriminately kept at arm's length, and she rarely thinks it worth the effort to maintain a close friendship any longer than she feels she has to. There are exceptions, of course; but for the most part, the people who call her friend are not the same people she would lean on in times of need.

Annest is also very impulsive. This is clearly evident in her refusal to take the time to think out major life decisions, but also shows in smaller, everyday actions, occasionally getting her into trouble. In spite of this (or perhaps because of it) she has yet to truly experience regret.

History:

Annest was born in London, the second child of a Scottish mother and an English father. She spent most of her formative years in the city, spending summers with her maternal grandparents in their large Drumvar home. She loved these trips, and Drumvar was, for a long time, tinted rose in her mind because of them.

She first took an interest in photography while playing with her father’s old polaroid camera: what started as a fun game to play with her friends quickly turned into a full-blown hobby as she spent more and more time obsessing over how she could take better photos, playing with lighting and other techniques as well as reading books and magazines dedicated to photography. She purchased her own camera when she was twelve after having saved for nearly a year, and she spent every moment she could taking photos of herself, her family, their house, the city, anything that struck her.

Two days after her eighteenth birthday, Annest left London without a word. For six years after, she travelled the British Isles and then Europe, living mostly out of hostiles and occasionally sleeping on a friendly couch. To finance her trip, she began freelancing photography, specializing in portraiture and working under the table, often accepting food and lodging for her work. Although it wasn’t always easy, Annest loved every moment of her travels.

Her adventure ended when her camera was stolen in Berlin. Unable to fluently speak the local language and without a steady source of income, Annest decided that her best course of action was to head back to the UK. After finding a phone and someone with whom she could properly communicate, she called her childhood home - to find out that her maternal grandmother passed in her absence, and that her brother was taking care of her elderly and sick grandfather. Devastated, she made her way to Drumvar, arriving three months later.

Her family was overjoyed to welcome her home, and she quickly moved into the family home in Drumvar, setting up a legitimate business and caring for her grandfather and young nephews. Two years later, she has more or less established herself as part of the community; although she still feels somewhat like an outsider in a town that doesn’t quite resemble her childhood memories.

Other:

Although she has a passing familiarity with several languages due to her travel, Annest only speaks English and French fluently.