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Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

As the storm raged on, Gyran set off toward Elf Haven. He was welcome there, but couldn't very well use his bike. Anyone knows that riding your bike in the rain without the proper cover could be painful. Gyran was wearing a sleeveless tank top after all. I guess I should have checked the weather report. Good thing I didn't run into this storm when I was on my bike. That wouldn't have been pleasant. He thought to himself. Despite the torrential downpour, he turned his head upwards as he made his way down the abandoned sidewalk. He could always feel that, the loneliness that his sort of commitment brought, forced to speak in mostly coded messages, putting on a façade of a completely different person.

Still, a sense of anxiety always washes over him when he gives orders. They're not the best way to communicate but it certainly kept them out of the limelight, though their work was sometimes exposed. Operation Freedom has no where near the budget of the Our Father's Fathers terrorist organization. They were definitely a threat, escalated violence makes it worse for the real freedom fighters. No doubt Operation Freedom had done some bombings in the past, but they were against government buildings with very low to no occupancy. The casualties were minimal, and it was not about destroying lives, but making a point. The government isn't invincible, but if you push too hard then you'll make real change impossible. You have to put just enough pressure, and you need the people on your side. No body except for the die-hard, red blooded, trigger happy Texans would accept this sort of armed rebellion. Gyran thought to himself on that lonely walk towards Elf Haven.

After a good trek he finally had made his way to Elf Haven, completely drenched by that point. Within a few minutes he found himself at the end of the sidewalk, standing right beside a bus stop where two men were resting. Gyran couldn't help but glance at them for a moment, before the drenched Elf would stuff his hands into his pockets, and walk across the street towards the Lotuswich Shoppe. He didn't make a habit of swinging by too often, but the food was alright. As he crossed the street he also caught eyes with Leaf for just a moment. No doubt the two had seen eachother's face in passing, as Gyran was a regular at the Underhill Motorcycle Club. He always stayed low profile but it was just a matter of time before Leaf confronted him; or perhaps he thought that the Elf was simply a loner.

Disregarding the thought, Gyran entered the sandwich shop and looked over, glancing past one strange man sitting in the corner, to another more young man in a suit. He probably caught some looks because of how wet he was, but he couldn't help but flash a smile to the man known as Ethan. Gyran knew his name, but it's likely Ethan knew only Gyran's alias, Ozy, or Ozymandias. They had never met face-to-face, but Gyran occasionally helped leak things through him, and Ethan was also rather useful himself to the cause, but identities had to be protected. Ethan probably knew some lower level Operation Freedom members, but very few knew of Ozy's actual identity, even from deep within the organization.

After that brief glance, Gyran made his way to a seat near the middle of the establishment and sat down. He didn't even notice the other two girls in the shop, only Lillium. He yawned for a moment and slouched back. Being wet didn't bother him much. He seemed very relaxed, simply waiting for his order to be taken, he didn't seem to mind waiting.

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

Hey there everyone. So I have good news. My friend who has been in the hospital was just released. They managed to cut out the cancer (which is amazing considering he had it unknowingly for years). So how does this TMI translate to the rp? I'll be much more active (starting tomorrow). So anyone who was just dying to see more of OF will have their wish granted soon

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

@Kiratherogue We're going to need a bit more information, develop your character a little more. Also in this modern age katanas won't help much unless it's enchanted or has some special ability. And if your character is going to be a fighter she might need some magical powers, or she'll be outclassed by everyone she encounters. Remember, in this universe you are born with magical abilities. The only thing you have to do is learn spells.

@Nuttynad Your CS seems alright for the most part, but I would change how she got involved with Operation Freedom a little bit. They don't recruit out of the blue. It's a long process where they feel you out in order to see what your true intentions are. I have no problem with your character being in OF, just a small alteration of how she joined in.

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Alyssa was still hiding in an alleyway, when she noticed the man she had identified as Victor crossing the street. She backed behind the corner of the alleyway, hoping he wouldn't notice her, as he calmly made his way into the library. She thought of sneaking in the back, but if Arkayem was right about the PMC presence there and she was found out, she could be shot on sight. Not today, she thought to herself, letting out a mild sigh. Can't things ever be easy? The plain-looking girl wondered, before stuffing her hands into her pockets. I could wait for him. She considered, before looking up, seeing the dark, looming clouds over the city. While Alyssa's equipment is water-proofed, she can't do much being soaked herself.

Sighing, Alyssa conceded defeat for now, trudging off in the direction of Elf Haven once again. However as soon as she started her trek, the skies let loose their fury; lightening striking the tallest buildings in the city, while the torrential downpour began. "Shit, just my luck!" She complained, as she began a quick jog. Along her journey to Elf Haven, she noticed most police and PMC vehicles in a hurry to retreat back to their headquarters. The woman didn't have much time to consider the implications of this, each raindrop that hit her arms felt like a small needle dropped from a sky scraper. Alyssa quickly began to hurry back to Elf Haven, knowing that a decent trek was ahead of her. I really should purchase a car, she thought to herself, before grimly adding with what cash?

Due to the intensity of the rain however, Alyssa knew she was unable to continue her journey, shuffling into a nearby alleyway, and under a small nook in the side of a building, sighing with relief. "Well.. looks like I'll be here for a while." She grumbled, crossing her arms, and settling down as the rough weather continued.

((Unfortunately that's all I can post right now while my friend is still in the Hospital. I hope to become more active in the next couple of days.))

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

@Xzayler and @beebee2121 approved.

beebee shoot me a PM if you don't mind, since your character has connections to OF I'd like to discuss some things.

New but not really

indeed!

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

Gyran, or, Ozy, as he liked to refer to himself in more polite company, spends most of his time at the Underhill Motorcycle Club. Half because he enjoyed the rowdy company, and half because being an outsider suits him just fine. He has more under his sleeve than these bikers could know. His phone lays plainly on the bar where he sits, updating a news feed of the crisis in the mayoral palace. He has an empty shot glass in front of himself, a cigarette held loosely between his index and middle finger. Gyran was there before the lockdown, when the Yakuza decided to put down a few club members, but he forgot all about that when news feeds exploded with information about the attack on the mayoral palace.

Hah, the fuck kind'a mayor has a palace? He thought to himself. Looks like we have even more players in this game of ours. Who is this new player? Gyran wondered. He wouldn't have to wait long for an answer. Soon after the end of the mess at the mayor's palace, live audio was opened up on the news feed, Gyran couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. He can understand taking matters into one's own hands, but violence breeds more violence. "Our Father's Fathers..." Gyran couldn't help but mumble aloud, before quickly hushing himself. Gyran found himself standing up immediately, putting his cigarette out on the bar's ashtray, and making his way outside. He grabbed onto his jacket, and tugged on it a bit, before getting down onto his bike, revving up the engine and taking off immediately.

Gyran drove off into the city, and he could already see the smoke from the massive paramilitary attack just hours earlier. He strategically parked his motorcycle in the suburbs, avoiding the lockdown. From there he walked on foot to an alleyway. The way he moved, it seemed very specific. He grabbed a tiny piece of chalk from his pocket, and drew a few marks beside the graffiti mural that remained on the wall. To some it would seem like any ordinary geometric pattern. After that, Gyran dropped the tiny piece of chalk and walked away, that was the extent he could get involved personally for now.

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Alyssa was watching the event unfold on TV. She was used to violence by the government, but this sort of massive paramilitary attack really shook her. To think, she thought to herself, people called us terrorists. Just then her smart phone began to ring. She answered it without moving a muscle. It was her friend, Arkayem, a dwarf about her age, with whom she had much confidence in. He asked her if she had any idea about what was going on. She had no words for him. It's a helpless feeling, not being able to know the whole situation. Alyssa was just beginning to believe they were making a real difference. But this, could undermine everything they've been fighting for.

Just then, Alyssa's TV switched itself over to a man explaining the motive for the attack. She grimaced at the thought of such normalized violence. Texas wasn't supposed to be a warzone. Not like this. Arkayem, who was still in the call notified her of the large presence of PMCs who were dispatched to the library. OF had information on the vault, but that information was vague and hardly reliable.

"So could that be their real priority, Arky?" Alyssa asked her trustworthy friend.

"Kuh, dun'kno 'Lyssa. I can't get close or anything. What should we do?" He asked her.

"Not much we can do, Ark. Not until we get the word. Hang on, I'll access the cams now, see if we have an update." Alyssa told Arkayem, before turning to her tablet. She opened up a special program, and accessed the city's own surveillance. "Wow- whoever put up the message did it quick." She tells her friend.

"So? What's the plan?" Ark asked her impatiently.

"Lay low. Move to surveillance. No more protests until we figure out what's going on. I guess it makes sense. If we burst into action, we'll just get a few of our people killed, and we'll get grouped in with those "Father's Fathers" assholes. Gotta go, stay safe." She tells him, before ending the call. Alyssa quickly packed the tablet into her satchel and grabbed her extendable stun baton, stuffing it into the back of her waistline. She turned her television off just as the government official appeared on TV. She already knew exactly what the man was going to say, why bother?

The woman made her way down the stairs of her apartment in Elf Haven. She preferred a more diverse scene. At least here she could know what she's fighting for. She makes her way out of the suburb, and once she reaches the heart of the city, moving toward the library. She wanted to see what was going on with her own eyes, and she couldn't have gotten access to the cameras around there without being traced. It wasn't a bad walk, about half an hour of slipping around until she got a good angle on the library, managing to avoid the patrolling PMCs. She found herself very near someone else. She couldn't get a look, but he seemed to be poking her nose in same as her.

Alyssa decided to keep her distance from the man, gently placing her finger on her ear, activating her implants. Still, even with the sound amplified to full, she could barely hear the man from how far away she was. It seemed as if he was talking on a cellphone. "Damn, if only I could get closer." She scolded herself under her breath.

"Afternoon -----its Victor. Seems ----- entertaini ----- house party right now ---- -----your read on this whole mess?" That's all she managed to hear. Still, it was telling. Victor, she thought, I'll keep that name in mind in the future. Seems like he could be useful at the very least. She thought to herself. After that, Alyssa didn't move, watching the man's movements closely, She had to know how the vault and library played into this mess.

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

New CS, I hope it's acceptable.

CS

Name: Gyran Rockbell

Alias: Ozymandias

Race: Elf

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Profession/Role/Position: Founding member, appointed leader of Operation Freedom.

Appearance: Gyran can be an intimidating fellow, if you don’t know him. He has a sizeable beard, and long hair. His preferred dress is black, and leather. The elf has two identical tattoos on either side of his nose, and a single piercing on his right ear, while his left has two. His eyes seem to be an unnatural shade of blue. Gyran is tall, and thin. He’s clearly proud of his non-human heritage, keeping his hair behind his pointy ears at all times to showcase his race.

Equipment: In the saddlebag of Gyran’s motorcycle, you would be able to find a laptop. The laptop is obviously military-grade, with an extremely hard shell. Gyran also keeps a very small USB drive with him at all times, when inserted into any computer (mainly intended for his own should things go awry), will erase all data within seconds. The elf carries a large buck knife with him as well, along with a fully loaded .38 special revolver. He carries about 25 extra bullets in his pockets, as well as another 100 in one of his saddle bags. Some of the rounds he carries with him are enchanted to pack a bigger punch by using the ignition of the firing mechanism to heat up the round exponentially, while still keeping it cool enough to stay in one piece. This makes the round double as armor-piercing, and incendiary. Clearly not for humanoid targets.

Implants: Gyran has an augmatory implant in both eyes, as well as attached to the occipital lobe on his brain. This allows him to magnify his sight to an astonishing degree. It also allows him to monitor the vital signs of those he looks at. He uses this unique implant’s ability to monitor the intentions of others, and while it doesn’t always work, the body almost never lies.

Magic: Gyran’s magical abilities are purely defensive. He has the ability to conceal himself, using illusionary magic. This could have the effect of making him blend in with his environment, or make himself seem like someone else entirely. He is also able to form a makeshift icewall quickly, which is enough to stop small arms and weaker magic. Gyran can also use healing magic, for minor or major wounds, however major healing requires major stamina, and it’s unlikely that he’ll be very useful if he uses his greater healing magics to heal a mortal wound.

Personality: He doesn’t like to show it, but Gyran is a caring individual. Otherwise he wouldn’t put everything on the line to free the population from government and corporate oppression. Of course that also comes with a price, as sometimes sacrifices have to be made. In his mind though every sacrifice made, every resistance member who dies, contributes to the overall cause. And even if hundreds die through cause and effect at his hands, good or bad, at the end of the day they will all have been to accomplish something, to see it any other way would mean those that died had to do so in vain. Even then, Gyran tries to keep casualties to a minimum. Their goal is change, not destruction.

Bio: Very little is known about Gyran and his heritage. Some who know him say he has been a freedom fighter in different parts of the world for over fifteen years, others suggest this is his first attempt at making a real change in the way the government operates. Some argue with his methods, but it’s hard to suggest they aren’t effective. His methods don’t seem to include specifically violence, but he’s known to employ such tactics when the situation demands it.

One thing is certain of Gyran, he let’s no one step over him and his “family”. While most who don’t know his real profession might just label him as a loner-type biker, he’s much more than that. At first, Gyran fought against the notion that he could lead a whole movement, however circumstance chose it for him. It seemed as if he was the only one capable of uniting so many freedom fighters under the same banner. But soon Gyran would learn he was the only one able to do the job.

Reluctantly, he accepted the overwhelming responsibility. Having so many lives in one’s hands is truly a humbling experience. He could make a wrong decision one day and the whole movement could be torn apart; and it would be all his fault. But if he could keep the network just underground enough to recruit new boots, yet active enough to take a stand against the government, they could have a serious impact on the Republic.

Gyran made sure measures were taken place to prevent a collapse of the whole movement. It was decided that there will be no ‘home base’, there will be no ‘secret gatherings’. All is communicated via concrete messaging. No computers, no bullshit. Thus, secret notes and coded messages are the way information gets around in OF. That way, all parts can act seemingly independently, so if one arm were to fall, the others could remain intact.

Misc: Gyran spends most of his time at the Underhill Motorcycle Club.

Company/Organization: Operation Freedom

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

Alright looking good on the character flow, I see a plethora of directions the RP could go in. Woot!

Magic Hits the Streets (A Modern High Fantasy Adeventure!)

8D glad it was satisfactory. I'm no perfectionist but I do try to inject a little individuality into my characters.