RainDash

Mass Effect: Wanted

Sundered Echo said
Depends. The Turian Cabals operate largely as spec ops groups and rarely get assigned to one place for any length of time. Given how much Turian Biotics are considered pariahs in their society, the Hierachy tend not to want to show them off at all, in fact doing their best to give the impression that there are no Turian biotics.Dervish knows more about the Cabals than I do, but as he is not here I shall answer to say, I don't think its impossible, but there would need to be a rather good reason. Its far more likely they'll just have a mission or two there than be assigned there on a permanent basis.

The reason I'm asking is that Traja was predicted to be a Biotic due to her exposure to Element Zero while in vitro. However, he parents were military and had to return to Palaven, but Traja had to stay behind in the hands of the Cabal because her weakened exoskeleton and was put into foster care until she was old enough to start the usual Turian boot camp, although mostly under another Cabal.

This is also mostly under the table, again because the Cabal and a shadow organization.

Mass Effect: Wanted

Oh, before I forget to ask you guys, would the Turian Cabal have the resources to relocate a prospective candidate to the Citadel?
I've done some wiki trawling on the Cabal, but without having more information from the game, I'm not entirely sure about them.

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OH, right. I meant to post this earlier. Maybe now Duss can stop being confused.

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Username:
RainDash

Name:
Artemis "Arty" Whitmore

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Country of Origin:
England

Role:
Technical Analyst and Hacker Extraordinaire

Flame:
N/A (She cannot manifest a flame at this time.)

Weapon/Fighting Style:
A box knife she keeps on her in case of emergency.

Appearance:
At age sixteen Artemis kept her black hair at shoulder length. Her headphones always are around her neck and blasting some random song that she has on her music player. She stands at 5' 4'' and often wears a black jacket over a white blouse and a pair of slacks. More often than not she'll be covered in bits of junk food, bits of chips and sometimes bread crumbs will also fall out of folds in her clothing. Artemis sometimes carries around a computer bag on her back, which contains her computer and hacking equipment. Sometimes she clips hair extensions with strange colors into her hair, but refuses to dye her hair.

At age twenty six she much less of a slob and often dresses up in more casual clothing such as plain shirts and jeans. She no longer carries her headphones around with her everywhere, and instead carries much smaller electronics in her pockets as well as various bits and pieces for cobbling together any extra things she wants to build. She has finally dyed her hair, but used the incorrect dye and as such turned her hair grey. While most of her hair has remained short, she has allowed the side to grow out to shoulder length. She often wears knee high boots everywhere and on an almost daily basis.

Personality:
Cocky and overly confident in her element, Artemis believes that there isn't a system that she hasn't hacked. This being said, she has a sore spot about being unable to access Vongola servers as well as mostly staying off her radar despite their proximity. She devotes most of her time to hacking into the Vongola system, but as of so far has been altogether unsuccessful. Outside of her element and without computers, Artemis can be quite skittish and nervous, often times hiding behind the strongest looking person. While she is around dangerous strangers, she'll often become distracted and try to think of other things. Artemis likes pretending that she has no past and therefore cannot be traced back to her previous home. She is an accomplished liar, but if one knows her tells and mannerisms well enough, then they can see through her lies easily. Artemis likes looking for challenges and finding information on things that normal people didn't know about. She is a trivia whiz and likes showing it off whenever possible.

She is fiercely independent, and refuses to allow anyone to try and give her gifts or kindness. She figures that after her failure to help keep her mother alive that she does not deserve gifts, and so she often stubbornly refusing even a free lunch. Artemis is a colorful character once she warms up to people, often times rambling on about subjects she's learned about and things she wants to experience some day. Artemis does things at her own pace, and can never be rushed or slowed, and any attempts at doing either will make her passive aggressive. She also pranks those who get on her nerves enough, such as -temporarily- draining bank accounts or ruining credit cards.

Artemis can almost always be seen eating or tinkering. When nervous or feeling cornered, she will play with her hands, as though her hands cannot sit still. She is determined to finish projects all the way through, even if that means pulling an all nighter or three to get the job done. Naturally, when this happens she will often 'crash nap' as she calls it, anywhere and everywhere that she sits still for more than five minutes. Even though she is not currently working on any mechanical based projects at the moment, she still stays up late to try and crack the Vongola system and thus can be found napping at any time. She is also more clumsy when tired, often times performing feats of clumsiness that people think are impossible. Such as falling off a chair even though before she fell she was perfectly balanced.

History:
Originally born in England, Artemis grew up in an average home and did average things. Until she was given her own laptop for her tenth birthday. It was quickly discovered that she was naturally gifted with computers as well as coding and gathering information. She was doing everything legally until she turned fourteen. The day before her father lost his job and her mother was hospitalized. They no longer had the money to live in the fashion they once could, and without any treatment for her mother then Artemis' mother would die. With only no way to make ends meet and no other options, Artemis started taking money from politicians, small amounts at first, but gradually increased the amount of money as her mother's health deteriorated. She did it under cover of donations to various non-existent charities such as the People's Puppy Group. Her father never found out where she received the money from, and grudgingly believed her lie about a high paying office job.

The day her mother died, she was approached by a pair of men who informed her that she could either leave the country or be arrested and thrown in jail. Since her father didn't know about her stealing money, she quickly left the country with nothing except the essentials. She flew to Italy, where she spent a few months investigating the mafia group known as the Vongola, and discovered that they were setting up something in a town called Trespiano. Curious, she quickly traveled to the small town, where she discovered through the social media of the locals, two well-known Vongola subordinates had arrived and set a festival on fire. She has since attempted to understand the group's actions and motives.

Overview:
Artemis Whitmore is gifted with computers and building machines. However, she has no combat skills, no flames, and often falls asleep. She is interested in the Vongola, and is currently attempting to break into their computer network. She always carries a small box knife with her, but is more likely to use it for its intended purpose than for malicious intent. She is very clumsy when tired. She is usually tired.

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RainDash said
When she'd looked up again, everyone was gone except for the Vongola group, some american guy, and her.

I couldn't do much, but I have mentioned him. I didn't have a lot of time to write a post, so I couldn't really add anything more from Arty.

Mass Effect: Wanted

No, I think one guy had an app for it. The krogan was Urdnot clan I think.

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Solace said
I don't know what to tell ya.
Also, please do not ignore my characters.
I might be taking a temporarily leave because of personal issues.

How could we ignore Daisuke? He's secretly the linchpin of the team. He's like glue.

Plus he's way to obnoxious to ignore. :)

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Jak, having noticed that the show was starting when the guy in the mask walked out into thin air. As he looked around at the crowd, she noticed his gaze linger a little longer than normal. While it made her uneasy, she reminded herself that it was probably because they were just a big crowd of kids and that looked suspicious. Jak shifted in place, but kept watching. It was pretty amazing, all his tricks Jak wondered how he managed to saw the lady in half or do that bunny rabbit trick. Jak clapped and enjoyed the show like everyone else.

The girl nearby, however, was thinking about how to build automatic trapdoors and maybe if it could be operated from a bicycle. If she altered the gears and managed to find one that wasn't too bad, she could probably rig a system where the trap doors would open and close at seemingly random to confuse anyone who was watching. Then again, it didn't serve much practical use outside of confusing people... where'd everyone go? When she'd looked up again, everyone was gone except for the Vongola group, some american guy, and her.

Jak meanwhile, was now on edge. Whoever this Prospero Merlin was, he knew they were in the mafia. How, though? Jak barely knew that she was in the mafia. Who else knew about them? Was it now public within the mafia that they were part of them? Either way, not good prospects for her future career as as baseball player.

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You're not the only one. o.o
They're so long and impressive...

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Quick question.
Is Michael the guy who scared the crap outta Arty?

Camp Half Blood: Stolen Symbols

Zula Aitken woke to her roommates giggling over her morning appearance. As she glared at the mirror on the ceiling, she noticed her hair had turned a bright red during the night and her eyes were now grey and brown. Fantastic. she thought as her hair slowly turned back it's regular blonde and her eyes were turned into her favorite shade of blue. Once she was done, she silently thanked her forward thinking for placing a mirror above her bed. It was definitely worth getting hit in the face a few times to make sure she didn't look like some kind of alien in the morning.

It looked like the bathroom was already in use, so Zula skipped the makeup for today. She loosely tied her hair up and dressed in her favorite hoodie and slacks, brushing through the pigtails with her fingers just in case. Some days, Zula would get lucky and be awake before the regular crowd were in the bathroom, so she'd put more care into her personal hygiene and how she looked, but she could probably skate by and brush her teeth later on. For now though, she was fine with walking to breakfast still bleary eyed and messy haired. As she walked, she noted the shelters she'd finished making last night and was glad to see that they were in use. They weren't much, but it would give some of the Hermes kids a little more wiggle room.

Zula still couldn't believe that she'd finally gotten lucky enough to be claimed. She'd thought she'd remain in the Hermes cabin forever. Not to say that she was glad for the bright pink barbie house which made her nauseated just too look at it, but at least she knew who was her mom. Some of those kids... there was a solid chance that they would never know. Lately though, it seemed like less and less were getting claimed, and that even Mr. D had lost his usual godly glow. The usually angry councilor was almost always locked up in the Big House, and Zula made it a point not to snoop. Her half-siblings would do that for her, and they were nothing if not predictable.

She finally reached the pavilion where breakfast was being served by satyrs and nymphs. Sometimes harpies too, but not today, thankfully. She hated the harpies, mostly out of her memories on the street. At least Nymphs and Satyrs looked human. Harpies... harpies were just as likely to help with the dishes as eat you. Zula wasn't a fan of being eaten. After she grabbed her waffles and bacon, Zula walked towards the ceremonial fire in the middle of the pavilion and tossed in an extra waffle and a strip of bacon. Like usual, Zula muttered some prayer about smelling nice or graceful and sat back down at her -at least for right now- empty table.

It feels like it's gonna be a long, boring, day.