Noxious

The Wicked, The Weird, The Ugly. (Western/Horror.)

I'm working on my post right now. I like slow posting schedule tbh so it works out just dandy with me, as long as you guys don't get bored and wander off.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

Blood pact time I think, should be a good way of removing people who have quit for whatever reason and to get the story going.

@MelonHead

I was thinking the same thing. Anyone who is not committed has an easy out. I think everyone seems to be sticking with it though, which is startling, in a good way!

@Irisity, @Moon, @Habibi359 - new post is up!

The others who haven't posted I know you're good for it. :)

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Kaboom

Kapuria "Ka-Boom" Cortez

Nineteen || Combat Engineer || Jorgen's E & I

Appearance

She didn’t look like a Kapuria, at least not in her own eyes. Kapuria always reminded her of some docile housecat name, which may have been fitting had her life gone down the same path her parents had planned when they gifted her with the name. Seeing as how those plans changed, it just didn’t fit anymore.

The bubble gun haired firecracker had the presence of a small artillery shell. While her sister was subtle, she was everything but. She stood tall, chest out with the gumption of someone lacking the intelligence that would tell her to be afraid. She kept her hair in loose braids or pulled back most of the time, for convenience sake. It allowed a clear view of her eyes as bright and blue as the crystal peeking out from the seabed; at least when they weren’t covered in sunglasses. You could see her unshakable confidence brimming from a twisted little grin that tugged at youthful colored lips.

Her attire usually consisted of vibrant colors, tight fitting shirts under loose jackets with utilitarian pants and hiking boots. Of course, when out in the wilderness she muted her color choices, though always with a pout. She kept a bandana around her neck, useful as a face mask when necessary.

Her general predilection was towards a sweet and bubbly personality that spilled over into her appearance; but that was only a facet of her being. She was completely capable of donning a serious expression, eyebrows forced downward and lips pursed. In this state a barrier flowed from her like waves and her small form became a volatile thing; better left undisturbed.

Biography

41AF . . Born to an engineer father and a scholar mother. Both of her parents were integral members of the Junction Point community. Childhood wasn't the same after the fall of the crystals but her parents did what they could to teach their children about the world without depriving them of the joy and carelessness of youth.

52AF . . She was 11 when Junction Point was ransacked. Her sister and three other children from Junction Point survived because they were out playing in the caves when the raiders came. They remained hidden, watching the destruction from afar. A couple days later two of the children headed back towards town and were captured by the raiders. Their fate is unknown. The remaining three waited it out in the caves for two weeks before sneaking home.

52-58AF . . Surviving alone definitely changed the girls. Lola did her best to keep them unseen and "safe" while Ka-boom and Dezi did the more practical stuff. That is, until 54AF when Dezi was captured. Rescue attempts were unsuccessful and Dezi's whereabouts are unknown; presumed dead. Though you couldn't tell today, this was one of the darkest times for Ka-Boom. She became noticeably more violent and aggressive, seeking the destruction of the raiders. Ka-Boom got into explosive type weapons because the two of them weren't strong enough to fight conventionally and she got into repair and modification because they didn't have access for new tech. They adapted to stay alive. They became rather well stocked by using Lola's ability to secretly pilfer through raider camps. They used a cave system near Junction Point that both girls know like the back of their hand. They left cache's of supplies scattered about the caves in case things go to shit again.

58AF . . Joins Ambrosia, originally taken in by the Pledge who cares for them and rehabilitates her sister. Ka-boom had grown to distrust everyone but Lola, she went along with them for Lola's sake. She blames herself for Lola's loss of control, knowing that Lola never would have pushed herself in such a way if she hadn't been trying to protect her sister. She may seem bubbly, if not reckless, but when it comes to protecting her sister she is all teeth and claws.

59AF . . Rejoining "civilization" had it's struggles. Many people found Ka-boom to be bristling, to say the least. She grew to be fascinated with people and became aggressively social; though she was even more intrigued with weapons knowledge. She took an apprenticeship for Jorgen's. She gets paid for any work outside the walls, but work inside the walls is paid for in training, education and gear.

Archetype; specialization

Engineer; combat

Attribute; sub attributes

Mind; intelligence, dexterity, resourceful

Skills

Builder
Technology (weaponry)
Knowledge (magi-tech application & raiders)
Weapons (explosives & firearms)
Survival

Weapons

Explosives; Magi-tech Grenades +
Explosives; Tripwire set-up
Gun; Magi-mod Handgun +
Misc.; Ring containing wire +

Equipment and Gear

Survival

Heavy Canvas Duffle Backpack (Dark Green)
Duct tape, Tarp, 3 flares
Canteen & 7 MRE's
Cigarettes & Magi-Mod Zippo

Technical

Multimeter; Oscilloscope; Spectrum Analyzers
Mini-torch; Battery/Crystal Converter
Temperature/Energy Absorbing Gloves
Varying Magnitude Scope
Pliers, Screwdrivers, Zip ties, Wire Cutters (various sizes all)
Advanced Situational Reader & Analyzer

ASRA

Original design created pre-Crystal Fall but adapted by scientists within Ambrosia. A.S.R.A.’s have many different functions but this one is specifically modified to analyze damage/flaws in weaponry and offer solutions. It’s programming is mostly made up of a compendium of calculators; math, physics and theoretical formulas. A.S.R.A. is about the size of a palm; built like a spider so that each of its arms functions with a different gauge. Has the ability to self-repair. Gained in a trade for labor.

Other

Carlfred

Pet; Carlfred.
Youthful and energetic post-CF creature. Vocalizes in a manner similar to owls, but has a puppy like demeanor and coat. Beneath the pads on it’s feet are some pretty killer claws. Carlfred does not serve any real purpose. Purchased from a tamer in Ambrosia.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

Interesting post, am I right in assuming that everyone in the room got a short-lived but noticeable power boost as indication of the bosses abilities?

@MelonHead

Indeed sir. Boosted powers for just a short amount of time.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

I cut it down multiple times to try and make it less wordy. Thanks for the patience. Can't wait to hear from you guys!

edit: If the elevation of your power would give you insight or knowledge in this situation and you want to discuss with me, please feel free to ask me here or via PM. I should be around.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

He studied and listened to the group and he couldn’t help but let his own thoughts rise from beneath his conditioning. In his experience with his employer, these beings seemed infantile and savage. They didn’t inspire the reverence and faith that his employer had. He took in the female thrall with him, wondering if she had bothered to have her own thoughts. She took a moment out of her trance like boredom to offer him a shrug. He looked back towards the group and sighed. He was expecting the questions, that was not the problem, but it was difficult for him to listen to the collection speak of his employer in such irreverence. He had to remind himself that they were blind in all of this. His breathing became noticeably controlled, like a soothing exercise he had been taught in AA to dissipate anger before it took it hold. It faded and he was back to his awkward ‘game show host’ personality. He cleared his throat and once again addressed the room.

“There are never enough guarantees in life or undeath. The request for such seems presumptuous, though, anticipated. I shall help clarify what I can.” His gaze had attempted to follow those speaking in front of him and now returned to Alban. “My ‘master’, let us call him X, wants to help you help them. This is not charity, and we do not wish to disguise it as such. Kindness plays no part in this.” The thrall eyes flickered to Willa for a moment as he continued speaking, and then he looked over each of them. “X chose you all very carefully, mostly due to your unhappiness and a perceived drive to be more, but also because you have something beneficial to X and X believes they can benefit you; a sort of symbiosis. And of course, as I stated previously, your lack of reputation makes you, well, inconsequential to the targets, thus invisible. I feel like it should be mentioned that X’s capacity to find, locate and contact each of you should inspire at least some faith in X’s reach.”

“I have been informed of the peril and intricacies in your political environment,” His eyes drifted towards Peter. “There are no assurances that your sire won't turn you to ash this very night, just because. In fact, the only real assurance we are ever provided is the still aching mortality this world will never allow you to shed. Assurances are overrated and really, a debt that my employer as of yet does not owe to you. What assurances do we have that you will not revert to your subservient nature? Attempt to foil a well thought out plan because you are short sighted? Basically, we have no solid assurances to offer you, but you have none to offer us and I am exceedingly aware there are none outside of that door.” He gestured towards the door and beyond.

He looked to Michael. “No one was promised advancement. It must be earned. X is offering an opportunity. I will get back to the issue of payment in just a moment.” He wasted no time in finding the eyes of Louise. “I don’t know what would keep you from turning one another in. Hopefully the camaraderie that each of you can help each other. I doubt any of you are sitting on an abundance of allies; specifically any with real power. Your kind has never been good at trust though, which is why we suggest a blood pact be established, even if it is simply to keep you from talking about this collective to those outside of it. Something simple really. A fresh blood pact with vampires of similar age should override the majority of abilities and separate blood pacts in play to bring this meeting to light. Since trust seems to be out of the question, the blood pact must be your safest ally.”

“In regards to the Blood Seer, well, I do not deny that there are risks, but what would he see? Why would he be looking? There is absolutely nothing that connects this group, or this dock, to anything nefarious. We can bring a disco ball to the next function and call it a party?” Possibly another attempt at a joke, though the thrall did not pause and chuckle this time. He continued on.

“There are mechanisms in work, I am not at liberty to discuss the specifics, but X will benefit more if you are undead. At this point your final death would change nothing, a waste of your eclectic and unique talents. Alas, X has seen a higher purpose for you. Shall we continue to the true purpose? I’m sure some, if not all of you, are still ill at ease, but as of yet you are unaware of what is even being asked of you.”

The woman thrall had continued to seem bored. She checked her nails and smoothed out her skirt, barely glancing at the other occupants of the room until the male thrall glanced in her direction with a purposeful gaze. She stood, and let her gaze settle on the group, though it seemed to be looking beyond them somehow, lacking focus. Her voice was soft, but purposeful in a way that may or may not have been expected.

“I am here to provide you with some information, a few details that will help you create a rift. We were unsure as to how many, and whom, would show so there may be some deviations from the original laid plan. No bother, it was already loosely placed as my proprietor seems to believe that you will be able to fill in the gaps and holes with your specific knowledge and abilities. In fact, they trust that you will be able to expand the plan and the targets with your own knowledge and they would like me to notate any ideas you may have.”

“It would be beneficial to isolate the Barons, cause them to distrust one another. Sew seeds of distrust and malice in the higher ups and it will trickle down. The Baron of John’s Island, Orthrus, has few friends among the Barons after an unfortunate incident involving the late Baroness of Folly Beach. I’m sure some of you know the details, but perhaps you did not know that the Baroness of James Island, Lyssa, was quite fond of the Baroness of Folly Beach. Lyssa has many reasons to dislike Orthrus, a less discussed being her affection towards the mentally unstable humans she houses on her Island. Orthrus progeny went through a phase of tormenting these unfortunate souls until Lyssa caught one of Orthrus’ ilk and left them for the sun. If Orthrus once again allowed those under his baronship to cross the border and instigate violence, repercussions would be imminent. So, that is the intention.”

“As of now, we foresee that the most difficult target will be Lenore, the Raven. She is powerful and watchful and her weakness’ are few and far between. She has many enemies, though only one that is open in her dislike of the Baroness; the Frisian. Their distaste for one another is widely known among the Barons, though, like most discord, is kept private from any lower subsequent ranks. Luckily the Frisian has a very distinct calling card upon her kills; a savagery rarely exhibited by others. Lenore has a shipment coming in, an exceedingly relevant one and all you need to do is steal it and make it look like as if it was the Frisian. This will take a little more planning, because while the Raven doesn’t know anyone is coming, she always suspects it. It is likely the shipment will be guarded.”

The female remained standing, but seemed to be done with her part in this. The male thrall jumped in quickly. “So that is pretty much it. Any quest…” The female thrall cleared her throat and the male turned towards her, and then a light flashed behind his eyes, “Oooh, yes. Make the call.”

The female thrall already had a phone to her ear, but she wasn’t saying anything. Even with incredible hearing it was impossible to make out anything from the other end, but the male thrall filled the silence. “What you get in return is the tools required. We have the ability to make you stronger than you can imagine, when the time comes.” He nodded towards the female and into the phone she gave some affirmation. The man looked impatient and giddy all at once, like a child waiting on Christmas morning.

It was subtle at first, a heavy pressing in the air that tingled and nipped about the vampires. A taste like burnt caramel began to linger as if it had been here the whole time and then it surged within them. It could be imagined that this is what a poltergeist or another inhuman inhabitant would feel like, clawing down your throat, into your mind. For seconds it felt as if the body might be destroyed from the pressure within; but then the body began to accept it and take it in. The uncomfortable pain and otherness subsided as the power within them escalated at an impossible rate.

Fiona released a sickly gurgle as the initial feeling hit her. She doubled over and grabbed at her stomach, unable to correctly diagnose the location of the feeling that seemed everywhere and nowhere. Her stomach seemed an apt place to start; probably a human reflex seeing as the stomach provided little discomfort in undeath. Then her eyes flashed wide open and stared at the male thrall as she had been most of the night; bating, hungry, angry and then more clearly. She could smell that he was not afraid now. She could feel that she could make him afraid. She wanted him afraid. Her mind and senses felt as if they were stretching, recalculating, and she sniffed at the air and could see a nightmare, could feel and possess the demonic monster of dreams, one that clawed at the window of a young boy on a snowy night. She knew that boy was the male thrall, though he felt and appeared entirely different. She could feel her own form taking in the nightmares, welcoming the tension and ferocity. Her lips had just begun to curl into a devious smile when it all just dissipated. She felt normal, as if nothing had happened. She glanced at the others to gauge their reactions, to be sure she wasn't hallucinating as a soft "the fuck" slipped from those falling lips.

As quickly as it had come, it ended. The thralls were unaffected, but the man seemed to know the wave had passed and he concluded his speech, “We will give you the tools to take back control of your immortal life that has been denied to you. Any questions?”

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@Rockette So, I was wondering if we should/could add a "Relationships" section to our CS to incorporate the relationships some of us are discussing?

The Wicked, The Weird, The Ugly. (Western/Horror.)

I plan to post by the end of tomorrow. Lovely intro, really excited to see the characters in action.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

Sorry about the wait y'all. There will be a post by me tommorow! Scouts honor! If not Noxxie should shunt us ahead.

@Hellis

10/4 good buddy! Tomorrow evening (around this time) the silence shall be broken.

Old Gods: A Tale of Monsters and Men

I just wanted to pop in and say excellent idea, well written Interest Check and First OOC! I don't want to spread myself to thin with RP's but I got my eye on you. +

@Hexaflexagon What are you thinking of as a posting schedule? > once a week < ?