Piqsy

Overgrown

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Name: Marnie Chambers
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Pre-Apostate Occupation: Nurse
Equipment: Small duffel bag containing a blanket, spare ammunition for a weapon she doesn't have, a tin of peaches, a roll of bandages, a large bottle of water, a pair of socks and a sewing kit. Other things she has are two hospital bracelets, one on each wrist, a wedding ring, two knives and an engraved lighter.
Personality: Marnie used to be welcoming, friendly and happy, the ideal nurse, but after the ' Apostate', she has become cold, harsh and aggressive. Preferring to stay away from other people and only come in to contact when she is desperately in need of something and has no other choice. She will stand up to fight for herself, but doesn't make enemies easily, despite her short temper.
History: Marnie was born in England, growing up with her mother and father, as well as four younger siblings, until tragedy struck. Her two youngest brothers were playing in the street, and the ball fell in to the road. As one brother ran to fetch it, followed by the other attempting to rescue him from the road, they were both hit and killed by a speeding car.
The tragedy tore her parents marriage apart, separating her and her sister and brother as they spread between their parents. The hectic lifestyle of flitting between households didn't appeal to her, and she moved as far away as possible, as soon as she could. At eighteen, she moved to America, starting nursing school. From then on, she was overjoyed.
The days before the Apostate were some of the best of her life. She was married, and had just given birth to her first child. Complications meant that she was forced to remain in hospital, but there was nothing seriously wrong. That was when everything disappeared. Her baby, her husband and all possible ways to contact her family in Britain. She became wild with grief, not moving from the hospital for days, maybe even weeks. Eventually, though she was forced out to face the new world.
She despises the Children of God, as she lost three fingers on her right hand, leaving her with just a thumb and index finger on that hand.
Other:

The Redthorn Academy for Unique Peoples.

Name: Agata Petrova Szavo(That's what she tells people, as her real name gives someone the chance to take complete control of her and her powers
Age:19
Race: Jinn (Fairly similar to a genie, but has free will and a small amount of control over what she grants)
Appearance:
Personality: Wise and witty, Agata is determined to live a free life, away from the powers and the lying. She is bold and will stand up for herself, desperately unwilling to be a slave to what she is. Most of the time, she refuses to expose who she is, even to other people who are "gifted", for fear she will be exploited. She is friendly and chatty, and enthusiastic about her new life.
Biography: Her mother was Serbian, and her father was a soldier, staying on after the collapse of communism. Both stumbled upon each other because of their "gifts ", and Agata was due only months later. The wedding was arranged, and the family were set to head for a better life together, in America.
However, her father was tricked in to revealing his nature and his true name, something only his fiancée was supposed to know. The trick meant that her mother was unmarried, heavily pregnant, and trapped by poverty. Fearing the same fate for her child, she went on the run.
Agata grew up with her mother, travelling through Europe and Asia, having as little contact with humans as possible. However, the letter still found it's way to her. As Agata moved to America for the Academy, her mother followed to track down her lost fiance's family.

Likes: Being able to control her own life,
Music,
Cooking
Reading

Dislikes: Her powers,
Most people (Especially picky ones)
Arguments
Being entirely alone

Looking for players.

I'd do werewolf/human or mythical creature/human! Pm me?

Cold war-era military RP

I'll join!

The Redthorn Academy for Unique Peoples.

Am I okay to join?

The Lost Lands of Ialdia

I'll join in if this is still up?

Twist of Fate

He chuckled breathlessly for a moment, the adrenaline in his veins set him on edge despite the fact he'd done this a million times before. He'd never had anyone ask about the vampire before. It was proving to be an unusual attack, from beginning to end. He shrugged, a faint smile on his face behind his scarf. "Take it home, dissect it if there's any time, then destroy it." He told her, watching for her reaction.

There was a few moments pause, before Abraham spoke again. "Are you sure you're alright? Let me get you a cab home, at least?" He offered, looking the girl over. There was certainly more to this attack than there usually was, and questions crowded through Abraham's head, if he had more sense, then perhaps he would ask them.

Offering out a hand to the girl in an attempt to seem less savage than some people assumed he was, he nudged the body with his foot, looking at the mark on his neck. "Or I'll walk with you, just to check you're not in shock." He insisted, genuinely concerned for her health now.

Twist of Fate

At last. Proof enough that the thing he'd been tailing for days was a vampire. Proof enough for Abraham to strike . He had to admit, though, this one had guts, dragging a girl like that in to an alley at this time of day. The tattoo on his neck had greatly increased his suspicion, but only an attack could provide proper evidence and opportunity.

By now he was poised on the rooftop above, waiting for the moment that he had a clear shot, when the girl would be too weak to fight and get in his way. Once his moment arrived, the action was almost a reflex. Flicking the knife through the air, towards the back of his neck before leaping off the roof, weapon firmly in his hand to kill the attacker with.

The girl was almost a second thought, kill first and deal with the victim afterwards. Knowing that she would ask questions about the attacker or about his method, it was best to ignore them until the creature was dead and he was sure they were safe. With his knife lodged in the back of the creature's neck, and another planted firmly in to it's chest with a snarl, he held firm, not looking at the girl until it stopped twitching, keeping his hood and scarf firmly up to hide his face from anyone watching. Abraham could then push the body aside, and focus on the victim, a young girl, from the university, most likely.
"Are you bleeding?" He asked, not moving anything away from his face in an attempt to uphold his anonymity.

Twist of Fate

Go for it!

Twist of Fate

Abraham James Omar
24 years old
He has a long, narrow scar across the back of his shoulders.

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