Nosuchthing

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

It would make sense, think code name basically :)

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Also @Mr Allen J@Nosuchthing What is a call sign if you don't mind me asking? xD

@FernStone

It is a word, phrase, or number assigned to a soldier or officer to identify themselves on the radio

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

And I forgot to give Lynnette a call sign.

God damn it.

@Mr Allen J

I forgot that too :L

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

I have played GW2 a little, but I lost interest in it pretty quick :/. Just no fun without friends :(

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

I am so lost as to what to post...I'll try to figure something out tomorrow.

@FantasyChic

Lynette and Alice could always swing by the place Heather works at, she freaks out a bit because NEST agents have shown up unannounced, when in fact it's just so Alice can further stuff her face, and neither of them care much that she's a Meta. Can always lead to an interesting interaction where she keeps dropping things and trying to listen into their conversation until one of them notices and calls her on it.

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

@Fubsy

You're up for Eli bro ;)

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Seraphine Campbell

New Rivière City was alive, each street a vein, each boulevard an artery. Life flowed along each of these highways, spilling out into the parks and into and out of buildings. The sun still spilled across the great sweating carcass of the city, bathing the crowds in its fierce glare but doing little to discourage the revelry. Even the setting of the sun would have no effect, this Seraphine knew, she had lived in New Rivière for the last twelve years, and every year she had looked out over this same festival. Well, not every year, some years she had walked among it herself, on the arm of a man wealthy and connected enough to afford her. Not this year, not for the last six. She had left that part of her life a long way behind, although now she was the one who approved clients, who made sure that the girls were well cared for and happy, and of course, that all of the client’s desires were satiated.

‘The Night House’ was the city’s most exclusive, and expensive underground brothel. Not literally of course, but brothels were illegal in Louisiana, albeit extremely lucrative, and they offered so many delightful opportunities for gathering information. Seraphine was good to her girls, kept them happy, gave them somewhere safe to stay, fed them well, and ensured they got an education, but they were expected to work for all of those benefits. How much they worked, and how popular they were, controlled how much went into their pockets. A handful of girls acted only as bar tenders and waitresses. They made enough to get by. Most girls did a little more, acting as high class escorts, and the more popular could fetch thousands of dollars a night, one girl even fetched that without any sexual favours. And then there were the boys, ‘The Night House’ catered to every appetite, no matter how exotic. And Seraphine spun her web ever wider, thriving on the pillow talk that swiftly made its way back to her ears. It’s often said that a woman is the power behind the throne, and if so the person who holds that woman’s contract is powerful indeed.

She turned away from the window, letting the sun’s rays outline her starkly against the city skyline. She moved back to her desk and sat, glancing over to the young man lounging in the corner of the room, laughing and joking with the two girls who had just been reporting to her. They were the favourite of the married, father of three Deputy Police Commissioner, two girls, one blonde, one brunette, with petite, albeit gifted bodies. She raised an eyebrow, needing little else to bring their conversation to a close before she nodded at the girls. “Thank you ladies, you can expect a little something extra in your packets this month. Now go on, the Deputy Commissioner will be here in a few hours, take some time to yourselves.”

They smiled and thanked her before taking their leave, leaving Seraphine and the young man in the room by themselves. She glared exasperatedly at his rumpled shirt.

“Would it kill you to iron that thing? Or have one of the maids do it. It hurts to see a two hundred dollar shirt treated so poorly.”

Eli shrugged, “it’s going to end up creased or worse anyway, I don’t see any point in pretending otherwise.”

She sighed and tapped a few keys on the computer. “Take tonight off, but don’t stray too far, I doubt anyone is stupid enough to cause trouble with the police and NEST out in force, but I prefer to take out my own insurance.”

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Alice Barrett

New Rivière City was a new breath of air, something different, New York was an entirely different sort of place, much more business like, much more by the numbers. New Rivière just seemed that little bit more alive, at least right now it did. This festival was amazing, on a whole other level from the consumerist parades of New York, with their massive, inflated cartoon characters and expensive advertising campaigns. She still missed Manhattan a little though, she’d known the place so well that it had almost become a part of her. And thank the Lord she had known it so well or she wouldn’t be here now. Her hand strayed to the vicious scar at her neck, it still looked raw, despite being nearly four years old now.

There was a brief buzz, then the phone at her hip began to ring, she frowned, and extracted it from the heavy Kevlar phone holster beside the slightly more traditional Sig P226 paddle holster. Her jacket swung back into place to cover up the gun, and she glared around at the patrons of the coffee shop, daring them to comment. Nobody had even glanced in her direction. The place was nearly empty anyway, most people in the more active areas, enjoying the festival. Alice glanced at the name displayed on the screen of the phone and scowled, declining the call before it could ring a third time.

She turned back to the counter where the staff were finishing packing up a baker’s dozen of assorted donuts and pouring two large coffees. They didn’t look particularly happy to be stuck in here while everyone else was out enjoying the festival, but they’d likely be enjoying it with everyone else before the night was out. Everyone but the bars closed early tonight.

Gathering the box into her arms and slapping down a handful of dollar bills, she collected the coffees and turned back to the exit. Using her butt, or at least what butt she had, she pushed open the door to step into the searing sun. She smirked, glanced towards the black sedan across the street and moved as though collapsing onto a low chair, then vanished with a faint pop.

There was a dull thump inside the car as Alice landed in the seat. Somehow she had already flipped open the donut box and was cramming a jelly donut into her mouth. She offered one of the coffees to her companion, the tall, almost Amazonian NEST agent she had been partnered with for tonight. Lynette Dominguez had remained in the car while Alice made a snack run. Having apparently inhaled the entire donut in about three seconds, she paused before eating another, “one coffee, one glazed donut. Oh shit, you want cream? Sugar?”

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Eli Scott

Eli stepped out of ‘The Night House’, stretching expansively. His stretch pulled his jacket away from his sides, revealing that for once he had foregone carrying a weapon. He would likely be drinking tonight, and carrying a gun would just make people paranoid. Dressed in a shirt that cost more than a days meals, and jeans with a brand most people would never have heard of, he wandered off down the street. He wasn’t too sure what he wanted out of tonight, good fun really, and that was it. So he headed in the direction of a few bars that would be open early, and well populated by women, even at this hour.

He worked for Seraphine Campbell, so he never wanted for women, though he was good looking enough, and charming enough that they were legitimately earned, and not just perks of the job. Still, it was nice every once in a while to just pick up a girl in a bar, like every other guy his age would be trying to do. Maybe he’d play a few games of cards. ‘The Night House’ had its own high stakes casino, but he didn’t really like playing with most of her clients. Didn’t really like her clients, but she didn’t pay him for that, she paid him to deal with problems they might cause if they became disgruntled. And Eli was very good at dealing with problems.

He sauntered down the street in search of wine, women, and perhaps a little fun too…

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

@Nosuchthing Accepted.

@Mr Allen J

Sweeeeeet!

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Probably not going to be able to post tonight, though I am working on one that I will try and put up tomorrow :)

New Rivière City: The End of an Era

Alice Barrett

Basic Information

Name:

Alice Barrett

Age:

25

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Alice is slim and petite, standing a bare five foot two in height, and with little to her form in terms of weight. Her chest, always a source of embarrassment, is as flat as they come, and she frequently wears expensive push up bras in an attempt to make them look far more substantial than they actually are. The theme is continued elsewhere, and with her diminutive figure could easily be mistaken for that of a boy at a distance.

She wore her red hair long in some attempt to preserve what little feminine appearance she had, but thanks to a rather heated encounter with an atomic metahuman she was forced to have what the stylist referred to as emergency hair surgery. As a result it is now cropped extremely short, and only highlights her boyish figure, much to her mortification.

Though she tries to wear more feminine attire, her career as a NEST agent means that practical, hard wearing clothes are far more appropriate than dresses and skirts. In her off time however, she favours summer dresses and relaxed skirts, being extremely self-conscious about her boyish figure. Her skin is, or was, unblemished, apart from a large, vicious looking scar, though faded, down and across her neck, and extensive tattoos, with two full sleeves that spiral and entwine across her chest and back.

Skills/Talents:

Make-up, seriously, Alice could be a make-up artist professionally, and has a knack for applying cosmetics with a touch that makes it near invisible, while also being capable of giving someone a complete makeover at the same time.
Capoeirsta, Alice is a practiced and experienced user of Capoeira, primarily for its uses in combat, though she also enjoys it’s more recreational aspects.
Drinking, so she’s five foot two and weighs a hundred pounds, she’ll still drink you under the table without breaking a sweat.
Cop Instincts, Alice comes from a family of police officers, has been brought up with, raised with stories about the people they dealt with on their beats, about raids, about crime and punishment. She has the kind of instincts you would find on a veteran beat cop, able to tell when someone is lying, or needs her to step in and help.

Brief Backstory:

Mom was a cop, dad was a cop, it seemed that it was just a matter of time before Alice followed in the family footsteps. At least after her brief period of rebellion when she turned eighteen, a period of rebellion that cost her several thousand dollars and left her with an exquisite set of tattoo, back, and chest tattoos. She regrets the decision, but is still oddly proud of the art upon her skin.

Only a year later Alice was enrolled in the NYPD Academy, and true to her roots, to her heritage, she proved to be a natural, being raised a cop probably had something to do with it. She graduated with honours, and was assigned a position as a beat cop at the tender age of twenty-one, and appeared in the accident and emergency room rather soon afterwards. Quite literally. Six months after beginning her new job, she popped out of thin air into the middle of the accident and emergency room of Mount Sinai. One moment there was no one there, the next a uniformed patrol officer had collapsed, blood pumping from a vicious cut in her neck.

She was fortunate, had she been anywhere else, out on the street, any further than a minute from a hospital, then she would have died. As it was she was left with an eye catching, raw looking scar, and permanent damage to her vocal cords. NEST visited her in hospital to register her as a metahuman, and to discuss her options now that she had developed abilities. It wasn’t long before she officially left the NYPD, transferred indefinitely to NEST, both for training in the use of her newfound gifts, and to put them to good use in policing those that normal police forces had to leave alone.

Though certain of her police instincts had to find a new home once she had formally joined NEST, she showed a talent for her duties, and was often able to talk down newly developed, or unstable metas from dangerous situations, as well as judging when those situations were about to go south rapidly. She was doing well, until her relationship with her last partner took a direction she wasn’t expecting, wasn’t prepared for, and was somewhat in denial of. She immediately requested a transfer to a different city, it was expedited, and she arrived in New Rivière City only a few months ago.

Power Information

Power Class:

Other

Power:

Alice has the ability to quite literally break the laws of physics, to bend the very fabric of space itself. Put simply, Alice can traverse great distances in the blink of an eye, or, in laymans terms, teleport. Effectively, Alice moves from one place to another without bothering to cross the space in between. This ability can displace liquids and gasses upon travel, though not solids. This ability has a potentially long range, and Alice can jump up to two miles at a time. Multiple short range jumps can be accomplished extremely rapidly and with pin point precision in line of sight.

Limits:

Alice can carry people with her, but only a maximum of two, any more than that and any attempt to jump would likely fail and end in a crippling migraine for Alice. Jumping with new passengers can also lead to a strong sense of nausea for the passengers, even vomit if they are particularly unaccustomed to it. They can grow used to this sensation after enough time and experience of it. Also, although Alice can jump by herself with ease, adding even one passenger can rapidly tire her out. Also, although she can displace gas and liquid when teleporting, solids are not nearly as accommodating, and if Alice does not already know an area well she could end up reappearing halfway into a wall, and the wall would win. Her current maximum range is two miles, but that would push her to her limits, exhausting her and potentially even making her throw up.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Jumping takes a lot out of Alice, she is quite literally generating the energy required to leap across space in an instant, and she therefore burns energy and calories at an accelerated rate, and consumes copious amounts of greasy and fattening foods, without it having the slightest effect on her figure. She needs to consume somewhere in the region of twelve to fifteen thousand calories a day, more if it’s particularly strenuous. Her ability isn’t silent; displacing such a large amount of air makes a distinctive, solid, thump of suddenly compressed air. Long distance jumps take more out of her, with reaching her maximum range causing migraines, blackouts, and often vomiting. She also needs to be familiar with the area she is jumping to if it is long distance or a blind jump. She may be able to teleport with pinpoint accuracy if she can see her target, but teleporting to something she can’t see can easily end with her buried up to her waist in the earth or halfway through a wall.

She also maintains whatever momentum she has when she teleports, so if she falls off a building, she’d have to react pretty quickly in order to catch herself. Teleporting once she has acquired enough speed will still leave her travelling fast enough to leave her a smear on the pavement.

Relationships

Family:

Dynamics:
Basically your character's relationship with other characters.

{Character Name} | {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Crush, etc)} | {Character Thoughts via in-character quote} |

Other

• Alice was raised a strict Catholic, carries a Rosary and visits Church every Sunday.
• She has some internalised homophobic views, partly thanks to her extremely strict Roman Catholic upbringing, and partly thanks to her own insecurities and fears about her own sexuality.