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JUNE 16th, THURSDAY, 2018, 10:12 AM
Jen glanced at the two conduits who had just arrived. One was a man. He looked old enough for a drink. He had tried to order some rum, so he must've been used so the strong stuff. Occasionally she would see him at the Cinder, so he knew must've known Zeke just as well as she did. He was also from the Rogue Twister. He was the one who launched the lightning bolt that disabled the rogue. However, the other girl just ordered a cola. Seemed pretty small. The girl was also part of the battle. She launched some blasts of glowing energy, and now she had a swirling light of glowing energy around her arm. Probably had a power involving light. But Jen didn't think she exactly looked old enough to be in a bar.

"Hey, uh, Zeke." Jen said, waving over the bartender. Zeke walked over, and leaned in close. "You, uh.. you really think she's legal age?" She said in a hushed voice, glancing at the girl.

"Jen, you gotta have some fun sometimes." Zeke whispered, grinning. "'Course she's not legal age. Sure as hell don't mean she can't get a drink." Zeke being Zeke again. He also knew that if he turned the girl down she could easily just blast him in the face and he couldn't do a thing.

Jen shrugged. "I guess." Zeke just chuckled, and rubbed her baseball cap, raising himself and walking back to the empty glasses. He grabbed one and began to polish it with a fresh tissue. "So. What brings you fellows to the Cinder? Cause I know you sure didn't come just to say hi to old Zeke."

Jen sighed, rubbing some dust off the old hard wood counter. "I just need a drink." Jen said bluntly. She grabbed the glass and sipped down some more. The TV was playing Conduit 6 News right now, one of the main news channels for all conduit news. It was also the same channel that the Syndicate footage had played originally. They had lost some credibility after the incident, but it was still the most popular by far. It was playing some news about the aftermath of the tornado. Apparently, some greased up rogue had appeared soon after, and blown up some car.
Yup, I'm honestly surprised.
Two characters are okay. But I don't think any more than two would really work in this RP.
...

Maybeeeeeeee.

Try not to kill him, guys. I have a plan for him in the future.
JUNE 16th, THURSDAY, 2018, 10:06 AM
A stream of sand arrived at The Cinder in the Conduit District of NYC. It formed a swirling vortex of grain before forming into a person. Jen stood in front of the double doors of the bar, her uniform ragged and her posture tired. It had only taken a couple of minutes to arrive, luckily. She might've passed out from the fatigue. Jen slowly pushed open the door. The pub was an old, creaky building where most conduits came to blow off some steam. Few conduits were in the pub. She recognized a few. There was Vernon, sipping coffee from a mug, drumming his fingers on the table. Several glass shards were surrounding him. And over in the corner was Tom, a light ember dancing around his nimble fingers as he bit into a sandwich. Jen pulled up a seat by the bar. The bartender was a middle-aged man with a beer belly. He wore a green coat and a white shirt with a set of dark shades over his eyes. He was clearing up a blurry glass with a wet tissue. The lamps hanging from the ceiling gave an orange lighting to the whole place, reflecting on the glasses in the back of the bar.

"Hey, Zeke." Jen said, sighing. She drummed her fingers on the hard wood table. The grain formed some interesting patterns.

"Hey, little miss." Zeke said, placing a hairy arm on the bar, placing the glass and the wet tissue aside. "How're things doing over at the Market District?"

"Oh. Okay, I suppose." Jen muttered absentmindedly. "I guess." She seemed pretty preoccupied with tracing the grain of the wood.

Zeke shook his head. "Don't look like that to me." Zeke said. He pointed a finger at the TV hanging on the wall. An anchorwoman stood with a clean suit at the alley she was just in. Several paramedics were in the background. A couple of conduits were still on the scene, walking about. "-report of another Syndicate attack-" Zeke nodded toward her.

"Oh. It's, uh.. just.." Jen said. "That was pretty messed up. Seeing that guy get his powers taken away. He was screaming so loud. And I'm pretty tired from that tornado. You see that? Just.. I need some rest."

"Hard to miss the tornado that completely wrecked that district." Zeke said before placing down the glass. "I'll get you a drink." Zeke balked off. "Don't give me the-" Jen sighed, watching him walk off into the back room. "He'd totally going to get me the strong stuff." Zeke. He was a pretty good bartender over at the Conduit District. He owned The Cinder. Apparently kept a pistol under the table for protection. He was a good man. She remembered hearing some stories about him. He was apparently best-friends with a conduit. Something along those lines. He absolutely loved to tell the story, but Jen never asked for it, so she didn't really know it. It was some far-fetched story about an electric conduit. He seemed pretty full of himself, so she doubted he actually did any of the things he told stories about. But he was a great bartender and spoke with his customers quite a bit. Most conduits liked him, and just about all of them would never think of killing the norm. He served some great stuff.

Zeke came back with a massive glass. Jen reluctantly took it. "And.. great. I know this is your most expensive stuff, Zeke.." She sighed, and sipped it. "Thanks, Zeke."

"No problemo." Zeke said, staring at the door for a customer.
Post for all of the characters in the inFamous RP!

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Name: Jen Darude

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: Jen stands at 5"6. She has a long, pale round face, ending with a point at her chin. Her eyes are dark brown, usually with dark bags under them. Jen usually keeps a sweep of brunette hair over most of one eye, peeking out of the maroon baseball cap, alongside some long, brunette hair cascading out of the back of her baseball cap.

Her usual garb consists of a tattered brown field jacket, a white undershirt, a maroon baseball cap, some old jeans, and dark black sneakers. The maroon baseball cap has "Seattle Panthers" with the small insignia of a dark panther face roaring. She never takes the hat off, even when she's sleeping. Most people might consider this odd. She considers it something she just has to do every day.

Side: Neutral

Personality: By all accounts, Jen Darude is grew up way too quickly. She tries her best to keep her calm and seem a responsible. Jen tries her best not to forget what happened in Seattle. She uses it to keep her going every day. Jen bought an old Seattle cap, so she never forgets it. She never takes it off to keep her fueled for the next day.

Jen is a very serious person, considering she has much to care for and take responsibility for. She has her own apartment, bills, a job. It keeps her clear-headed and serious most of the time, looking over the bills. Most of time she's serious and level-headed. Sometimes, when the day's over, she's payed all of her bills, and she's cleaned up, Jen can really have some fun.

Biography: Jen Darude has been running from something her entire life. She's been running from the D.U.P. From her family. From the government. Jen was born in Chicago, Illinois. Due to complications, her mother died when she was born. She was stuck with her dad, trying to piece together the shards of the family. Jen was raised in some dingy, dusty old apartment. Most of the time, she was left alone by her father, who left work at about 8:00 AM, and came home at 8:00 PM, sometimes later. Jen never really minded this. She considered it fun to be alone most of the time, even if it did drive her a little crazy. Jen had to take care of herself for most of her life, since her dad was never really there. She cooked, cleaned, washed. Though Jen never really got better at cooking. She still always singes her finger or hand or hair. Now, she mostly gets takeout rather than cooking food for herself. It has always been a problem for her.

One day, her father came home at about 4:00 AM with exciting news, when she was around 11 or 12. He had landed some new job! And it was located in Seattle, too. She could escape trashy old Chicago! She could finally leave! They packed their bags, grabbed whatever little valuables they could, and headed to Seattle. The trip there was funded by whatever new job her dad landed. They hopped on some sleek, black jet and flew there. And Seattle was just as she hoped! Her apartment was huge. The constant pound of rain was great. However, the only spot on a speckles window was the fact her dad was never there anymore. His new job was twice was demanding as his old one, even if it did pay twice as much. Jen was told by her dad that staying inside was best for her. So, her life in Seattle was like this for about a year. Stay inside. Keep away. Dad would come home once a week to bring food. So one day, she decided to venture out.

Jen came across something that would change her life. She realized just what job her dad had. A DUP soldier. They filled the place, oppressing the citizens and stomping out any resistance. He must've had that job. She began to rush forward, looking for her dad. All of the soldiers looked exactly alike, so it was impossible to figure one out from another. Eventually, she came across her first checkpoint. Jen had to find her dad and demand answers. So she went through with it, and placed her hand on the scanner. From then on, things began to go horribly wrong. A loud, continuous shriek filled the air. Lights flashed red. DUP soldiers rushed forward. Jen fell to the ground and raised her hand in an attempt to stop them, and a massive blast of sand erupted from it, knocking one soldier to the ground. Jen was imprisoned, captured. She was thrown in Curdon Cay. Her dad did nothing to prevent it.

After 8 years of being stuck in Curdon Cay, Jen was released with some newfound knowledge. She knew how to shoot a gun. She learned how to fight. She learned the full extent of her powers. Jen could do great things with them, but her experience in Curdon Cay broke her. And to her knowledge, her dad didn't even visit her. She soon realized that Delson Rowe, Seattle's savior and saint, had imprisoned and captured all DUP soldiers. Including her dad. With all this knowledge being thrown up at her, Jen decided she wanted to leave this all behind. Forget Chicago. Forget Seattle. Chicago was in the past. Seattle was in the past. And New York was nice this time of year.

Power: Sand

Power-: Sand Blast - Jen shoots a small, concentrated shot of sand at her opponent. Not great for pure, hard damage, but helps to blind the opponent, which can be very handy in battle. She often uses it in her regular day to shut up a bothersome customer, which has gotten her fired multiple times.

Dust Rocket - Jen shoots a massive, heavy, controlled blast of sand at her opponent, mixed in with water for a nice, hard mix. It does great damage but it's very resource heavy, and takes up a massive amount of sand in order to even start one up.

Sand Shift - Jen shifts into a long, dusty, concentrated stream of sand. She uses this as her own form of "Smoke Dash." She can travel great distances in this sand form, and uses it to scale buildings and rush through vents. It's her form of transportation rather than a car.

Sand Tentacle - A rather unorthodox form of attack, Jen can summon massive, flowing tentacles of sand, similar to an octopus. While they can easily be destroyed due to the consistency of the sand, they can do some great damage.

Sand Pillar - Jen raises a massive, water hardened pillar of sand. She can use this to raise a platform under her, or she can raise one under a car or building to rupture it. It does massive damage, but only if there's a large pool of sand under her.

Other: Jen is an aspiring photographer, even if she can't make a living out of it.

Alright, cool. I'll try doing that. I'm making one right now.
Destiario said
Is it too late for me to join in? I love this idea


Nope! It's a great time to join. We're still accepting.
"Well. Er.." Jen mumbled, looking down at the body of the rogue. "I don't think he'll be getting up for a while.." Jen glanced around. Oh. Her.. Jen thought, seeing the girl with the blood eyes. She recognized her, from Curdun Cay. She was an absolute psycho. Actually tried to kill one the DUP soldiers. Everyone knew it was right for her to be imprisoned. How Delsin Rowe let her go was beyond Jen.

The Syndicate's ability to take away powers was certainly a first. Before, no one could have ever even dreamt of such a thing taking place. Cole MacGrath and Delsin Rowe had never even come close to facing such a feat. However, most people and conduits were becoming more and more aware of how it happened, considering it had been nearly a year since the original footage had taken place. Since the original, over 50 conduits were taken by The Syndicate. Luckily, the conduit's numbers grow due to the spreading of the gene, but The Syndicate is catching up quickly. Most people know that taking away the power of a conduit is overwhelmingly traumatic for most. It could take days, even weeks before they awoke. Often it results in great bouts of depression. The original case, Harry Meadow, committed suicide the same day he got home.

"You know, I need to get this off of my mind." Jen said, turning away from the body. She pushed her way through the conduits, straightening her old baseball cap as she passed. "I'm heading to The Cinder." The Cinder was a pub located in the Conduit District of NYC. It was a popular place for most conduits to blow off some steam. Jen's figure disappeared, changing into a swirling vortex of sand, and it blew off through the bright blue skies. The stream of sand was heading to the Conduit District, one of the 5 districts of NYC.
Jen sighed, looking around desperately. The rest of the conduits seemed to be doing their best work. Launching shrapnel. Shooting shadow. Blasting light. What else were they to do? She began to pace the rooftop she was standing on. It was directly by the tornado’s path. Nearby, a conduit attempted to launch itself at the tornado, gripping a green blade. The hurricane simply absorbed the person, adding it to it’s growing mass of rubble. If she- Jen paused. A massive, deafening boom echoed through the ruins of the street. Nearby, merely one rooftop away, a conduit launched a massive lightning bolt at the tornado. A crackling, arcing bolt of pure electricity. The lightning didn’t seem to do much, at first. The twister shrugged it away like the rest of the attacks. But on closer examination, the lightning did seem to be doing.. something. The rubble absorbed by the tornado was beginning to act more wild. No longer did it seem to be in check by the rogue conduit. The man had lost all control of the rubble. The lightning had thrown him off, the light blinding him. “He’s done for!” Jen yelled over the turmoil of fighting. “He’s done!” Jen watched as the rest of it began to continue. As she hid, it occured to Jen how stupid she looked right now. While the rest of the conduits seemed to be fighting in sleek jackets and shirts, she was launching blasts of dusty sand in a Starbucks Uniform.

It continued on like this for several minutes. Conduits throwing all they had at the rogue. The man stumbling about in his tornado, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The tornado was getting wilder now, as he began to lose control of it. The figure was getting fainter and fainter. Finally, the man was done in by one of his own scraps of rubble. One particular piece of shrapnel had gotten close to the center of the twister and had launched itself at the man. The man, along with the rest of the shrapnel, were all launched from the tornado. It was hard to make sense of what was happening. Jen dived behind a nearby generator on her building, taking cover. Several pieces from the hood of a car flew over her. She peeked out from behind it. Jen spotted the figure of a man being flung over to a nearby alley. It seemed that all of the conduits who had been fighting immediately converged to the alley where the man had been flung. Only one of them could get the prize money for turning him in. It was as if one soldier had finally thrown out an enemy troop in his tank, and the rest of his allies were converging on the one man. Jen herself was kind of hoping to turn him in. It would pay the bills for a long while.

Jen morphed into a continuous stream of sand and flew over to the alley. Man, he really did some damage.. Jen thought, looking over the destruction as she flew to the man. The area the twister had ravaged was in tatters. The dark alley was one of the few untouched areas. Jen arrived to it. However, the rest of the conduits seemed to be in a massive crowd by the beginning of the alley. They were all staring awestruck at what was happening. Jen pushed her way through the crowd. She could hear what sounded like sobs at the end of the alley? Why were they just standing there? Why didn’t they help? Jen arrived at the front, and what she saw was awful. “I.. hey.. uh..” Jen began in a meek voice. At the end of the alley, the rogue conduit was on his knees. He wore an old hoodie and tattered jeans. His hands were on his lap and he was staring straight into the sky, his mouth hanging open. His eyes had rolled into the back of his sockets. A man was holding his scalp. He wore the traditional garb of a Syndicate – the trademark mechanical mask and the clean suit. He wore the same gloves seen in the video about a year ago. He held the rogue’s scalp tightly, and a blue neon energy was seeping from any available orifice from the rogue right into his glove.

Jen slowly raised her hand, but she was too late. The man let go of the rogue’s scalp and the conduit dropped to the ground, unconscious. One conduit by her raised a hand and let loose a swirling blast of shrapnel. The Syndicate member raised his glove, who’s neon lines now glowed a dark, shadowy grey. His arm morphed into a swirling tornado, and simply absorbed the shrapnel. The tornado disappeared just as quickly as it turned. The Syndicate member flexed his metal gauntlet, forming a claw in his hand, staring down at it. He slowly rose his mask to face the crowd. “The Syndicate sends it’s regards.” He said. And with that, the man turned around and walked off, suit fluttering behind him. As he melded into the shadows of the alley, most of the conduits launched their attacks. Paint, rubber, smog. All of the attacks hit a brick wall at the end. It was as if the man had simply disappeared. Jen and the rest of the crowd just stared at the alley for a long while, the unconscious rogue norm lying on the ground.
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