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I agree with Zombehs.

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The depot was still abandoned by the time morning came. As the temperature inside her temporary home started to increase, Della peered out of her hovel at the sun, a groan working its way past dried lips as she brought an arm up to shade her eyes from the glare. A handful of discarded cars met her gaze as she habitually scanned the area, as did one or two of the other buses, none of which had miraculously moved during the night. Too bad none of them were working, or she would have hotwired one of them days ago. A vehicle would have made moving a lot faster, but as things were she was out of a ride, and her sneakers were bearing the brunt of her travels.

Her current home was an old, trashed up school bus, its white paint peeled down to the metallic grey skeleton hidden behind it. Somehow it had been rolled onto its side, cracking or breaking apart most of the glass that lined the windows. Della had managed to rip one of the seats out and place it against one of the holes in the bottom, creating a small nest to sleep in, which she comfortably adorned with her chunky pack and moth ridden blanket. It wasn’t perfect, and though it took her longer to switch off at night than she would have been able to at her previous resting spot, it protected her well, and that was good enough. The other gaps in the metal box had been haphazardly covered by anything that she could find, though she hadn’t been too careful about it. The demons she had seen in the area weren’t too smart, and she doubted that, in such a secluded area, they would come snooping around a vehicle that had already been cleared of any inhabitants.

Her stomach grumbled audibly, and she interrupted her daydreaming to duck back down into the big box. She had already eaten the last of her snacks the day before, having started this length of her journey with only a small amount of sugared goods, which she preferred to eat, as compared to the many food tins that she had also managed to grab. Picking the things she enjoyed eating over the things that were necessary wasn’t exactly forward thinking, not for a good start, anyway, but she supposed if she could die any minute she’d rather waste her time fuelling her body with the crap that she liked instead of the crap that she didn’t. Even if surviving meant that she would get to them eventually.

Sighing, Della pulled out a tall can of corned beef from her canvas pack, nestling the metal cylinder between her knees as she slipped her bowie knife from its sheath under her belt. Checking that she wasn’t about to impale herself in the leg, she held it point down over the tin before jabbing it abruptly downwards, creating a small split in the lid. After working her way around the edge with jagged movements, she peeled the lid off and cast it aside, careful to throw it somewhere that wouldn’t cause too much of a racket. The smell wasn’t entirely pleasant, but it wasn’t strong, and wouldn’t be enough to set off anything but her stomach.. Digging a hand into her jean pocket she pulled out a metal spork, and jabbed tentatively at the pinkish flesh. She sighed again, taking a moment to brace herself, and began to eat.

Breakfast went without much of a hitch, but other than the occasional, still-hungry gurgle from her stomach, it didn’t amount to the itching at the back of her mind and the tingle up her spine. The feeling had been with her for what felt like forever now. It was some sort of sixth sense, like a nervous feeling you get when something bad’s about to happen. But somehow not, at the same time. It was more like her soul was.. tethered, to something. It was hard to shake at times, but she could often distract herself from it when travelling – whatever ‘it’ was. When the sun beat down on her back and the sweat slid down her neck, somehow it didn’t seem so urgent.

Slinging her pack back over her shoulder, Della clambered out of the hole in the side of the bus, sliding off the outer side with her butt until she hit the ground, where she crouched for impact. Righting herself as she stood, she brushed a hand over the back of her wet neck. However much she didn’t want to, she would follow the feeling until her body had found what it was looking for.

So she walked on.

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People do have lives, you realise.

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Blackbury: City of Supernatural

I can't see a place to fit Riza in comfortably in the current area, which is my own fault, so I'm just gonna wait for a bit and bring her in if I see an opening in the next few posts.

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I'm off work for a few days but I'll try and have a post up later today.

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The Knights of Songbird ~ A Bioshock Roleplay

@facelessrecon Clarence.. You called him.. Clarence.

Hey all. Random drop in, sorry. I've been watching the thread, not sure if I'll make a character just yet, if at all. I might just see how it goes for now.

Blackbury: City of Supernatural

I'm working on my post now.

EDIT: oh my god its a unicorn with a rainbow.

MY LIFE HAS BEEN MADE.

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Mehehe.

Yeah, it looks nice :)

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Zombehs said
The weapons are just from his mother's family home in Texas. None of the things he has would be too hard for a licensed civilian to obtain.Also, oh man. When Nathan meets with Della, Reactive Adaption + Increased Blood Flow + Long exposure time = constant adrenaline rush. :D

Oh yeah, sweeet :D

lins51387 said
Very unique way of making your a character a Healer, MusicWay, I like it, though would she be able to fix, for example, fractures and/or sprains?I actually want to be a photojournalist myself though X) I believe our characters will get along nicely.

Hmm.. Sprains maybe, because the muscle/joint isn't too damaged, just stretched, but fractures or actual broken bones, no, I don't think so. She can't actually fix or mend the actual tissue/muscle or bone directly. The most she could probably do is speed up the healing process a bit.

Photojournalism seems like fun. It sorta just popped in there, so I ran with it. :) I only realized just yesterday that our two are going to be meeting up xD

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Name: Della Lane
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Looks:

Character Appearance

Personality: She’s no trained fighter, having acquired whatever offensive skills she has through experience on the road, and as such her tactics range from ‘fleeing if possible’ to ‘fighting like an opportunistic maniac’ - both of which go hand in hand with her eagerness to survive, but also her eagerness to fight. Despite the world going to crap she’s still rather trusting of others, even defensive, if she’s taken a particular liking to someone. Being ‘world-wise’ she knows how to read people’s intentions, which has saved her getting in trouble on more than one occasion in the past. She can be sarcastic and playful towards people who either insult or play along with her, which allows her to build up relationships quite easily, as well as ease tensions. Her tenacious, more mature side comes into play when she fights, or when another person’s life falls on her shoulders.

History

Born to a teacher for a father and a struggling artist for a mother, Della was never pressured into fulfilling any particularly tasking career. Wanting to study photography and photojournalism more than anything, she took up the hobby from a young age, occasionally sharing tips with her mother and submitting works in contests to earn a little cash on the side. She had an easy childhood as a single child (or so she says),had many friends, and was an average but polite student. When she finished high school she travelled, having completed enough of a qualification to do what she had always wanted, where she eventually landed in Italy, and not long after that, Rome.

She had been comfortably planted there for four months when she heard about the supposed ‘demon’ pandemic. As the truth unfolded around her, she found herself fearing for her parents, and abandoned her temporary home to catch the soonest flight back to California.

Entering the family home, all was dark, and she didn’t need much more of a sign that something was wrong until a crash in the distance drew her into the kitchen. Her mother was sprawled on the tiles, bloodied face and body, with some giant monstrosity lurching over her - though to Della, whether it wanted to kill or to eat her was unclear. Without so much as a pause the teenager instinctively grabbed the nearest object and smashed it over the thing’s head, only stopping until she had completely crushed its skull and prevented it from so much as drawing a single breath, let alone thinking of doing so.

Things calmed down for the family after that, even though there was panic in the streets. Her mother had survived, miraculously, though she was hospitalised for a number of weeks, her father by her side every moment until she recovered. Feeling a calling elsewhere, Della left home, urging her parents to barricade the house and leave only when they had to.

Power/Power Description
Blood Control (Hemokinesis): The ability to manipulate her or another person’s blood, either to heal or to cripple them.

HEALING

-Increasing blood flow grants a massive adrenaline boost, greatly increasing endurance and allowing the target to take more hits before pain becomes a more pressing factor. However, increasing the rate of flow can also be dangerous, as overdoing it too quickly and in large amounts can put too much strain on their heart. Effects are temporary but longer lasting when she uses it on herself, as compared to using it on another, where the effects are much shorter lived.

- Decreasing blood flow can have soothing effects, allowing the target to slow their breathing and heart beat in order to calm the body after exercising, fighting or going into shock. Decreasing their heart rate can also provide muscle release/relaxation, much like a painkiller.

- Can coagulate a small amount of blood on or just under the surface of a person’s skin, therefore hindering the flow of blood to a specific area, such as a wound, and preventing them from bleeding out. Clots inside the bloodstream itself can prove fatal. If blood cannot be drawn from the wound to be used as a clotting factor, she will use a small amount of her own blood and spread it over the surface, though only if it is completely necessary.

- By increasing her white blood cell count she can counter and eliminate practically any foreign pathogens that have entered her bloodstream. However, her body cannot immediately sense the threat until symptoms have begun to show, and this aspect of her ability can only be used on herself. She must also be in a resting state to be able to concentrate on the task at hand.

- Della‘s hemokinesis also allows her to act as a human blood transfuser by drawing the blood out through a small amount of skin or a wound,( either her own blood or someone else’s). Once the blood has been collected, if it has been sourced from another target, it can then be held in her body and converted into her own blood type, or converted into another type (if needed) and then transfused out again. However, she cannot transfuse someone else with her own blood (if they are of a different type) as they do not have her ability of converting it.

DEFENCE/OFFENCE

- Can detonate small amounts of her or another person’s blood. E.g. she will cut herself, throw or spray the blood onto an enemy, and then ‘activate’ the red blood cells through something similar to cytolyses, exploding them, though at a much more violent pace.

-Can solidify blood particles in order to shape small objects or weapons, though the larger they are, the more blood that is required, and longer it will take her to get her energy back.

Location: Oakland, California
Equipment: Backpack full of food, a bedroll and a number of other useful items including a box of matches, standard medkit, blanket, iPod nano, mobile phone, satellite phone, a flashlight and a pair of binoculars. For defence she uses a engraved Tanto sword (refitted antique)(‘To Mark, From Pa’), Marksman Slingshot (12 pellets) and a Bowie knife.
Other:
-Her father and grandfather used to collect antique weapons, mostly swords and daggers.
-Her hair is naturally red.