Narcotic Dollie

Beauty and the Techbreed (Inner Demon and Narcotic Dollie)

Sorry if that first post was a little two long!

Beauty and the Techbreed (Inner Demon and Narcotic Dollie)

B.E.A.S.T.
Bionically Engineered Autonomous Sentinel Techbreed


Aliases - Beast, Cyber Demon, Techbreed Defender

Appearance - Techbreeds appear to be a combination of machine and war beasts, sporting dense, metal armor covering animal like forms. Though they tend to change their shapes to adapt to the environment or situation, they maintain this quality.
Age - Unknown
Gender - N/A
Species - Techbreed Guardian Type
Physiology - The Techbreed are a species of artificially engineered, genetically modified non-terrestrial cyber organisms, grown, programmed, and outfitted for specific tasks. There are an array of Techbreed sub-types, each with a different physiology and characteristics to match the task they are programmed to fulfill. Common qualities however are finely segmented plates of depleted promethium armor covering a body made of a transmutable bio-organic muscle-like memory metal. Their bodies are capable of consuming and converting metal, sunlight, electricity, fire, and life force into matter and energy to help repair damage, restore power, and increase their abilities. Heavily damaged units can enter a high speed repair mode, restoring their physical form in hours but rendering them offline for days, or weeks depending on the amount of damage. At the heart of each Techbreed is a Energy Core capable of storing massive amounts of power. This allows them to go for long periods without an energy source as well as store power for specific situations.

Psychology - A combination of genetic programing and instinct drive the Techbreed's train of thought and mental capacity. Beast, being of the Guardian type, imprints on a single beings and from that point forward becomes unhesitatingly loyal to the point of self sacrifice toward that individual. Specific actions and attacks are carried out via vocal commands and voice recognition. Along with these ingrained traits, Beast itself, due to a few flaws and quirks in its programming from decades of floating across the cosmos, can tend to stray from a typically mechanical personality. This causes occasional acts of spontaneous behavior or unexpected actions.
Abilities-To be revealed.

Strengths/Weaknesses - Requires a Host to function properly. Can be difficult to understand with new Hosts. Can get out of hand if not controlled and commanded properly. Does no do well in extreme cold temperatures.

Beauty and the Techbreed (Inner Demon and Narcotic Dollie)

Name: Evelyn "Evee" Beauregard
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'6
Weight: 114 ibs.

Beauty and the Techbreed (Inner Demon and Narcotic Dollie)

The school bus shook violently as it rushed down the two lane highway, jostling Evee until her teeth clanked together and she accidentally bit her lip. With a yelp, the teenager brought a hand up to gently prod at her mouth as she shot a glare at the bus driver's back.

"That man has got no right to be going seventy on this road," said the boy beside her, a skittish looking exchange student from Thailand with thick black glasses. "We're going down the side of a mountain for God's sake!" He exclaimed, his voice squeaking as he clutched the messenger bag in his lap tighter.

"Hmm," Evee hummed noncommittally, tongue darting out to clean the small amount of blood from her bottom lip. "You're right. We're all doomed. Any second now we're all die in a fiery crash," the blonde dead pans.

The skittish exchange student starts to hyperventilate.

"Oh geez," Evee groaned, instantly regretting her sarcasm. "I didn't mean it, I swear. I've been riding this bus every day after school for eleven years now, and Mr. Hoggenfur hasn't killed me once," she consoled, patting the other teen's back awkwardly. After a few minutes, the boy finally begins to calm down and gets his breathing under control. The dark haired teen looked up as the bus came to a stop and gave her a watery smile. Evee returned the smile before shouldering her backpack and making her way off the bus. Her feet barely have time to leave the last step before the doors slam shut and the bus speeds off to its next stop.

The petite blond tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she crossed over to the old stone mailbox, opening the lid and fishing around for the can of pepper spray she stored inside. The driveway is about a half a mile long, and while Evee has never seen a bear on her daily trek home, she’d rather be safe than sorry. Pepper spray in hand, the youth starts up the driveway.

Slice of Life style High School RP?

You have my interest! :D

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

I kind of feel like this is stalling out a bit. If no one has posted by tonight I can make another post with Ezra and force all the characters to be in one spot? I don't know, we still haven't seen Illya and Laciel this morning.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

@Lionheart I'm cool with you playing the mayor, if that's your favorite, as long as we can use him for plot points later. @ViolentViolet Are you ok with this?

I'll just take the leftover parent, I'm not super picky. :P

Yeah, I wasn't 100% sure where everyone was at, so I kind of left Ezra's post open. I'm trying to let everyone get together so we don't have to do the explanation more than once. We still need Illya and Laciel to post as well.

The Life and Times

I'm really sorry everyone, but it looks like I'm going to have to drop this rp. I have some stuff in the rl going on and I'm not going to have enough time to post regularly. Sorry for the inconvenience. :(

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Ok, so I'll just post what Snarl had to say about how to play the parents here, so y'all can pick who you want to take over.

The Mayor is a retired hero. Think of him as Santa claus mixed with a lumberjack and a viking- with a little dash of Socrates. The mayor, for all his brawn, knows how to lead his people. Never play him as simply the man with muscle- he has a brain too.

The Doctor is humble. He refuses acknowledge his royal roots because court life is as cut-throat as it is extravagant. He doesn't want his daughters future to be filled with lies and deceit. While Alixanna is away play him as grief stricken and afraid.

The Ranger is all about justice. He's like a cop to Vale. So have him dutifully patrolling until Alixanna returns. He isn't worried about Varric. But for his wife, Marianne, make sure to mention that he worries for her. She's what makes him weak.

The Thief should be played as cold and ruthless- snarky and rude. She's a bitch but she is willing to help the children, I believe, and will be some sort of salvation to the whole situation. You can find out how.

The Bard...Ask Adorabadass. Or simply make her act like Varric but with a more feminine allure.

The blacksmith is the one character I regret not playing before I left. She's amazing, what I had in mind for her. Loud and proud- fiercely protective of her son. She's a woman of action with no fears but the safety of her boy.

I think either @ViolentViolet or I should play the mayor, just in case we need him for village stuff.

Fate by Flowers (A soulmate roleplay)(not accepting)

Ezra

Ezra chuckled as Guinevere flushed prettily, waggling his eyebrows to make the whole situation seem more lewd. "Oh my. Oh my. I didn't see anything, I... Oh god, I saw everything," the mayor's daughter squeaked before attempting a hasty retreat. Naturally, she ran straight into the door and fell flat on her lovely ass. Guinevere righted herself and fled again, successfully this time, her face redder than ever. Ezra cackled madly in her wake. It really was too easy to fuck with that girl.

Ezra stomped his way down the stairs a little after Varric left, only to find the tavern in complete pandemonium. "Hey," the youth says, reaching a hand out to grip the arm of a passing tavern wench. "What's happening here?"

"You haven't heard!?" The redhead, a girl he'd screwed last week, asked excitedly, reveling in telling him the latest bit of juicy gossip. "The doctor's daughter went missing last night. The fog took her, just like all them other folk."

"The fog?" Ezra asked, which made the tavern girl shoot him an incredulous look.

"You know, that fog that rolls in whenever someone else is 'bout to get snatched? It's been showing up on and off for at least five months now. People are startin' to blame black magic."

'Why didn't I know about that?' Ezra wondered as he released his grip on the girl's arm. "Thanks, Emelda."

"It's Esperanza," the redhead huffed, glaring at the curly haired boy as he retreated. Ezra threw her a nonchalant wave as he exited the tavern in search of some food. 'I'll have to see what Gada knows about the fog when I get home,' the boy mused. Ezra started to pass by the clinic, but stopped when he glanced at the front door. It is a bright white and a cross has been painted neatly in red on its center. A strange prickly feeling wells up behind his eyes. "What the shit?" He curses to himself, rubbing his face violently as the feeling intensifies. In a matter of moments, Ezra is doubled over on the ground, clutching his face in his hands.

"This one had magic, too," Ezra says, staring down at Alixanna's sleeping form. The fog has put the healer in a deep slumber, completely defenseless against the on coming attack. Somewhere outside of the room, there is another person who is urging him to be quiet and hurry up.

Ezra grips Alixanna's face harshly, the black bile crawling down his arm and into her mouth and nose. The medic makes a gasping sound and spasms, her eyes wide as she begins to choke--

Ezra retched and spewed forth some of the toxic black bile. "Fuckshitgodsdamn," he wheezed, trying to stand up on wobbly legs. The youth knew somehow that the vision was not a fever dream, but his missing memory of last night before he had crawled into bed with Varric. "What have I done?" He groaned, pulling at his curls so hard that it hurt. "What is happening to me?"

The twenty one year old takes a deep breath and clamped his eyes shut, trying to get a hold of himself. "Varric will help me," he whispered to himself when he could think clearly again. The nature magician was the closet thing he had to a best friend, he had to know what to do.

Ezra wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and set out to find Varric.