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M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

Okay I just sent out a mass summoning wave. Hope we get a handful more of friends.

M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

I will keep trying to summon people. Bump

M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

I will be making a character myself but I don't like to count myself considering I try to not get into the spotlight when GMing.

M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

Okay, now that we have three characters it's time to start considering when to start. I would like to have a few more players (and will keep shilling to get some) but if it comes down to it would you guys be okay starting small and building up?

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Trixie Turnbelle

Location: Yacht

Trixie was at her wits end. She owed a lot of money to more people than she could count. Of-course, most of the people she owed to were less than savory individuals. After-all, who would loan money to a boisterous seventeen year old? No-one in their right mind of-course. Sure, maybe one year ago when she started street show business (along with a little bit of scamming thievery on the side) her profile was small enough to disappear over into the next town over. That was not an option anymore. She was known well enough that people would always come up to her either to heckle her, ask for pictures, and sometimes see a magic trick. So, she was not exactly the hardest person to find.

There was Benny she just bummed money off of not even a week ago. Three hundred dollars to be exact which she claimed would get her through the weak. Benny, who had quite the rape-face, was not happy when Trixie proudly announced that she spent the money on, "Props and fries!" Then subsequently disappeared around the corner. He had lots of questions - what kind of props cost that much? And fries? Did she buy an entire bathtub full? Of-course, Trixie never lies and she did buy a substantial amount of "props" along with more french-fries than she is willing to admit. It was alright though - she would use the money she allegedly to make back the money plus some.

If it had just been a measly three-hundred dollars she owed, then she would have that paid back rather quickly. Just a few rings nabbed off some rich prick, or maybe even the gold stripped out of a few dozen smartphones she would cleverly yoink thanks to her special ability and she would have him paid back in full. Benny was only the most recent fella to come looking for his money. In-actuality, she had accumulated a debt of approximately 5 million U.S dollars with an untold amount of interest on top of it. So who the fuck was Trixie in debt to?

The Israeli Mafia...

It started one to two months ago (maybe more - Trixie is above worrying about time) and she was running a bit low on cash. Pickings were slim, she had no more couches to sleep on, and her belly was less than full, so she wandered into a loan sharking operation. Of-course, she only wandered into the business because of the silly little caps they were wearing (known formally as a kippot). You see, Trixie was not exactly Trixie. She, by a rare and select few, was known as Cochava Kantorowitsch, the daughter of Jewish immigrants. It was rare that she ever mixed her two identities, but this was a desperate situation! She came in pleading with her Jewish kin:

"We are one in the same! Gods chosen! An Abrahamic hammock, us laying as two, bundled with me and you! So uh, lend me some cash my fellow Jew."

Of-course, Trixie thought she was making perfect sense. She is never wrong... of-course any sane person would understand that she was making no fucking sense at-all and she was subsequently kicked out and told firmly, yet gently, to never come back.

Well, her pride would not let those betraying pricks get the best of her. So, as any sane person would, she decided to commission the cash off the guys herself. Trixie could teleport anywhere within 100 yards so long as no one was watching her physically, which made her robbery quite the easy affair. The wayward magician teleported right on into the business and summoned a homemade thermite charge from her personal stash. At the time, Trixie did not know the words "homemade" and "thermite" did not mix very well. Her initial plan was to burn the safe-lock open and take whatever cash was inside then repent for it later. Unfortunately, the sparks flew a little too far and the entire business went ablaze. Then an alarm was tripped, the mafia came running to her, they recognized her, and then she was out of there using the smoke as cover.

What started was a month long game of cat and mouse. One funky magician versus the Israeli mafia. They tried and tried to catch her, shoot her, run her over, and so on - but nothing was working. It eventually ended with them cutting a deal. The fellas knew that something was different about Trixie, but they could not pin exactly what it was. Definitely something supernatural about her - no-one survives the mafia's continued attacks this long, so the mob thought maybe they could get back there losses by letting her try to get the lost money back.

Trixie gladly accepted. She was getting tired of dodging bullets and cars. That was when she got the bright idea to board this "Blake" fella's Yacht and rob the rich big-wigs blind. He was only letting select people aboard and, despite Trixie's self-proclaimed good looks, she thought the three extra pounds on her waist and underage status (despite swearing she is 22) might disqualify her from boarding the ship normally. So she did what she did best and teleported aboard just before the ship set off.

What was the grand plan? Trixie had rented a storage unit right on the coast (which was the alleged "props" she purchased) and bound it as her current stockpile. She was going to scour the Yacht and use her ability to teleport objects and return them back to the storage unit. Trixie had teleported into the lower deck, which at the time of entering, was mostly empty. She found the nearest bar and cleared it of expensive liquor quickly. I hope the mafia is not expecting hard cash. The barter system is still good, right? she thought to herself as she made the bottles disappear quickly one by one. These objects were small, and she ate a big breakfast, so the use of her power had not tired her yet.

She made her way to the deck of the ship to scout out the situation and maybe nab a few items quickly. Trixie, in all her wisdom, thought her magician wear was appropriate for this situation: A goofy wide-brimmed hat, a tight little crop-top, spotted tights, and reflective shoes to top off the level of awkwardness incarnate. Of-course, this outfit was her best option! Sexy kitty or plane Jane were less fitting than this and she did not have the cash to buy a swim-suit. At-least this outfit had an exposed waist.

Now, any good infiltrator knows that the best way to blend in is to act like you belong somewhere. The problem is Trixie looked maybe like she belonged on the boat a little too much. She walked around with her chin up, chest puffed out, and arms swinging widely with infinite levels of false confidence. This attracted some wandering eyes, but nothing too serious yet. She made her way around the deck cupping small items of value in her hands: wallets, sunglasses, jewelry (right off the hands and necks of people), and other bite-sized trinkets. Maybe her over-confident heist would continue as planned if she did not get distracted by a stray platter of shrimp:

"Oh! Trixie will help herself!" She began to stuff the delicious little ocean-critters into her gob, "Wait, this is most certainly not kosher, eh whatever..." Her little gluttonous stop gave security ample time to locate the seemingly underage girl with the big hat who keeps touching people's hands and necks while walking around like she has a stick up her ass.

She felt a firm hand grab her shoulder, "You're coming with me," a gruff man's voice ordered her.

"If I may inquire, where might we be going?" Trixie broke from his grip and stumbled back - she casually popped another shrimp into her mouth.

"How did you even... never-mind, just, come with me. Gonna lock you in a closet or some shit," as he approached, Trixie made her move. From her sleeve she pulled a taser and jabbed it right into his neck and broke for the lower deck. He collapsed, but had time to call out for back-up. Maybe this was not the best idea? Trixie could have robbed a bank. However, the Yacht seemed so much more fun. And the logic was having all these millionaire types in one place would give more return, but that was not quite working as she planned.

Once she made it below deck, Trixie knew what she had to do. Security was on its way and they were too far out for her to teleport back to land (she was not much of a swimmer). Now, she knew that she might have a chance to continually evade these gentlemen if she stirred up enough chaos, yet that evasion would not last forever. She had to find a way to get the boat to turn back to shore, or at-least get security off her ass. 80 proof vodka plus a lighter would suffice. Just before security got to her, she had nabbed a bottle of strong liquor from an open bar. Trixie let out a hearty, joyous, and falsely confident laugh before shattering the bottle on the ground and tossing an ignited lighter on it. Hell, she even used sham sleight of hand to pull a few more of the bottles she acquired earlier from her hat and toss them on the blaze. With the fire obscuring her, she teleported to the nearest location which had no eyes on her, a bathroom stall.

She was in for a fun time...

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Trixie Turnbell

Trixie Turnbelle
(Actual name: Cochava Kantorowitsch)

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"I am the greatest magician who has ever lived!"

[ Age: 17 (Claims she is 22-24) | Height: 5'7 | Ethnicity: Jewish/Caucasian Mix | Gender: Female | Weight: 140 pounds ]

[Inferiority]

APPEARANCE

"The extra fluff is just an illusion!"

Trixie Turnbelle sports a perpetually smug look on her face. Her thin drooping lips, muddy brown upturned eyes, and slightly upturned large nose come together to generated a rather pinched look to her face. She has a lightly olive complexion that hints at her Jewish heritage, but it could be dismissed as a tan. If she is left out of the sun for sometime, she could be mistakened as a silly looking Caucasian. She keeps her messy brown hair no longer than shoulder length to keep it out of the way, but always long enough to give her that extra feminine touch

Her body is slightly taller than the average female and is a peculiar mix of decadence and discipline. She sports toned arms and shapely legs of an individual who practices gymnastics. However, this is off-set by a developing lower-belly of adipose delight along with a moderate c-cup chest. Her lower belly is apparent in some of Trixie's more well-fitting outfits and she commonly refers to this as "fluff". This stems from her consumption of all sorts of junk-foods as she drifts from place to place. Her constant scam-routines that usually result in her running, flipping, leaping, or some combination thereof prevents her from becoming a butterball.

Trixie's voice is divided between her "show accent" and her true accent. Her show accent is boisterous, loud, full of laughter, high-pitched, and devoid of any particular nuances other than intentional elongating of syllables. However, she does this to hide her true accent that has been derived from her Jewish heritage. Her true voice is more close to the stereotypical New-Yorker accent that only comes out when she is under heavy stress, or lost her composure.

When she is not out to put on a show, Trixie commonly wears inconspicuous clothes such as jeans and a plain black t-shirt. On the other hand, Trixie's show outfit is anything but inconspicuous. It is a combination of a stereotypical witch along with someone trying too hard to be noticed. She wears clothes with reflective surfaces, a wide brimmed hat, tight fitting pants, and a top that reveals her pierced belly-button. This is done to attract attention and ridicule so she can yoink valuable watches off individuals who come over to her. She is open to wearing various thematic outfits when out doing "show-business" such as a sexy kitty, nurse outfits, fancy corsets, and so on. Trixie enjoys dressing up because it makes her feel like a different and far more grand person.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Your personality is but a drop in comparison to my ocean of grandeur!"

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Trixie hopes to become loved and adored by many people to cover up the deep insecurities in her life.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Trixie has yet to join the Coven, but would want acknowledgement and praise out of the Coven.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ No-one can know your weaknesses if you do not show them. Trixie believes firmly in the tired-old cliche of "faking it until you make it." This stems from her not wanting to show her meek, shy, and defenseless true-self. Oddly enough, Trixie holds deep admiration for those who can be true to themselves regardless of societal press

SECRETS ⫻ She is hiding that she is actually not Trixie Turnbelle and actually Cochava Kantorowitsch - daughter of first-generation Jewish immigrants and has grown to hate an orthodox rigid life. Trixie is also hiding that she is terrible at magic tricks.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Straight with a passing interest in women (mostly how they look).

FEARS ⫻ Being "exposed", being held down by obligations, embarrassment, losing her confidence.

REPUTATION ⫻ Trixie is largely unknown by the greater supernatural world. In-turn, Trixie is mostly unaware of other supernatural practitioners. Some local groups in various towns know her as a thief and a conartist. Some videos exist of her online preforming street magician tricks which usually involve pulling improbably sized objects from behind her back.

FLAWS ⫻ She has a huge sense of pride and entitlement despite her being a glorified couch surfer. If one were to strip away this pride, then they would be left with a shy shell of a girl.

BACKSTORY

"The past? I have a dark, mysterious, tragic, and heartbreaking one."

Trixie has two pasts. The past of Trixie and the past of Cochava.

The past of Trixie is an elaborate tale. She was born in an orphanage after her parents were mysteriously murdered. While in the orphanage she became a self-taught magician and wowed everyone with splendid tricks. Then, one day, without notice, she left the orphanage at the tender age of thirteen to find her parents murder. Trixie went on a long journey and eventually confronted the pair of murderers who were lowly thugs that killed them in a botched robbery. After an elaborate battle (that she tells different every-time) she had them on death's edge, but decided to spare them so they would live to repent for their crimes.

Of-course, that story is a load of bullshit and only an uninformed child would believe such a tale. The true story, the one of Cochava, is much more bland and nondescript. She was born in New York City to Jewish immigrants from Israel. Her parents wanted the best for her in the land of opportunity, so they assured that she took every opportunity in life. Cochava from a young age was involved in many extra-curricular activities (most notably gymnastics).

This life of constant work, constant need to seize opportunity, constant expectations caused Cochava to sink into a shell. She became deeply depressed and refused to leave her bedroom for the span of an entire year when she turned 14. During this time, she became interested in sleight of hand and magic tricks - she spent much of her isolated days watching videos on various "magic" techniques. Unfortunately, for the life of her she could manage to get to a proficient level of sleight of hand.

Fortunately, Cochava's parents came around and wanted to support their daughter's peculiar interest born out of depression. They paid for an instructor to formally teach magic tricks. This persisted for several months and very little progress was shown. Finally, one day her instructor said she was never going to be good. Something snapped inside her. Thus, her abstraction was born: Sham Sleight of Hand and Trap Door. Through the supernatural, she could appear to be a great magician.

This caused something to grow inside her. Cochava wanted to be acknowledged, but did not live a life full of expectations. At the age of 16 she ran away from home and has managed to make by on using her powers to scam, steal, and evade punishment. She has adopted the name Trixie Turnbelle and a mysterious persona to those interested. Her ridiculous antics, overbearing personality, and nigh-impossible magic tricks has seen her accumulate a small online following. Some are genuinely enamored by her antics, while most just toss her into cringe compilations.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Stand back! I am going to do a flip!"

[Acrobatics] ⫻ Trixie was forced into gymnastics from a young age which has made her quite flexible and quick on her feet. She mixes this talent with her abstraction for maximum effect. It is important to note that her acrobatics have substantially improved once she adopted a false sense of confidence.

[Eating] ⫻ Not much of a talent, but if Trixie devoted herself to competitive eating she would be a queen. This talent of packing a lot of food away quickly stemmed from growing up under strict dietary regulations, so she learned to eat large amounts of food quickly with little evidence of said indulgence left behind.

[Talking and rhyming] ⫻ So long as she can keep her composure, Trixie can ramble on and on. Furthermore, under bouts of extreme confidence she has a tendency to rhyme for the sake of being annoying.

ABSTRACTION

"Turn around! I am doing a magic trick!"

TYPE ⫻ Awakened

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Sham sleight of hand / Trap door: Trixie can summon an object from a stockpile so long as no one can physically see the location of the summoned item. Furthermore, if Trixie cannot be physically seen by any individuals then she can teleport a short distance.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻

Sham sleight of hand: Trixie must physically bind a location no larger than 15 square feet and place a stockpile of objects within said location. There is no limit to what objects can be stockpiled other than it must be a static object and fit within the space. To summon an object from the stockpile, she must be within 50 miles of the stockpile. Summoned objects can be summoned anywhere around Trixie that no one can physically see (third eye senses do not nullify this power) and within a 100 yard radius. For example, she could summon an anvil 100 yards in the air and drop it on someone so long as no one was looking at that particular portion of the sky. Objects summoned can be summoned with an amount of velocity behind them up to 90 miles per hour of force, but adding velocity to objects exhausts Trixie depending on the speed.

Trap door: This ability works in tandem with her other one. If Trixie walks out of physical sight, then she can teleport up to 100 yards to any location no one can see. This grants her a mental "heat map" of places within 100 yards no one can see, but very little details other than that(Note: This can be a crude way to detect if people are nearby or someone is watching... like a sniper). Complete darkness allows for this ability to give her a nigh-omnipresence so long as no one has night-vision; however, she cannot see in the dark. Finally, she can also use this ability to teleport static non-living objects no larger than her own body back to her stockpile if she is within the 50 mile radius. This process is substantially more exhausting than summoning objects and is mostly used to teleport small valuables off people (watches, rings, phones, and so on).

AURA SENSING ⫻ Trixie cannot sense auras.

LIMITS ⫻ Both abilities have defined distances in-which they can be used and are limited by Trixie's ability to hide the location of summoned objects. Her powers are very useful in a one-versus-one situation. All blind spots around an individual can have ultra-fast knives hurled at them. Losing sight of her even for a fraction a moment can have her in a new location instantly. When engaged by many people, teleportation becomes much harder and weapons cannot be summoned as easily from blind-spots. If she is attacked in a crowded area, then she will have to resort to summoning objects out of a hat, sleeve, or from behind her back.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Trixie's stockpile cannot be easily replenished and must be manually restocked with objects. Finding enough useful objects to put in the stockpile is a hard task (and costly), plus finding a location for one is challenging as-well (Note: She can only have one stockpile as of this moment). Furthermore, summoned objects exhaust Trixie. Smaller objects are negligible, while larger ones can tire her out substantially. As previously mentioned, adding substantial velocity can also exhaust her. Rapid uses of her teleportation can induce nausea and cause her to vomit up lunch.

OTHER

"With your attention, praise, and support I am fearless."

Trixie is somewhat of a kleptomaniac. It does not matter what the object is - she just wants to nab random trinkets.

M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

@Jarl Coolgruuf

Good question, the origins of M.A/I.D stem back far into the past (over three thousand years actually and that was long before they would ever be known as what they are now). For most of their history they operated more-so as assassins and information gatherers. This was because women would usually not be registered/expected to be a threat - let alone one bound in servitude.

Without getting into much spoilers, the Shadow Queen is an outside force that initiated a bloody civil war within the organization (which had no formalized name at the time). This conflict was actually fought mostly by men. This occurred around 2 B.C and then her (and the remaining female servants) largely went unaccounted for up until the year 1111 A.D when Henry the Fifth was crowned the Holy Roman Emperor and somehow, someway, the Shadow Queen found her way into his presence and saw her female servants employed by him (which made them loyal to the English Crown up until after WW2 where alleged reports of them defecting to the Nazis exist).

That might just seemed like an explanation for a whole lot of nothing. What I am trying to get across is that the Shadow Queen has always employed females for hundreds and hundreds of years. She is a traditionalist who believes that women are to be housekeepers and care for children. However, she also believes that women under the guise of loyalty and control can also be very dangerous and serve to further her own agenda.

The current group of M.A/I.D are by far the most combat trained and ready individuals in the history of the organization. Previously, they were about 10% assassin and spy with the rest being domestic servants. The Shadow Queen believes women make the best domestic servants, but is also turning them to a more combative role because the final phase of her plan is about to begin due to the technology being ready.

Just to sum up that mess of text - it is that way because the Shadow Queen has "traditional values."

M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

While we wait for the rest of the characters/more RPers is there anything I should go over whether it be IC or OOC?

Like in-universe lore I should cover or some OOC rules/expectations that are unclear?

M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

Still looking for about 3 more RPers. If you have interest, but a key factor or detail in the RP is holding you back then PM me and we might be able to alter it.