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Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram

Nicknames/Aliases: Leila Michelle Ingram, Mitch

Age: 24 (ish? Or just quite youthful for her age, perhaps)

Gender: Female

Alliance: Blessed / Head of surveillance

Duties: Uses digital security sensors and a personal network to know everything that happens regarding the Runes and the mansion, at all times.

Description: A small and unassuming woman, usually seen in a modest button-down and slacks, sometimes with a suit jacket. She has faded green eyes that are always out of focus, due to being legally blind. She is almost never without her tablet or laptop, along with a pair of maximum corrective lenses and a magnifying aid, both of which allow her to blow up her screens to readable proportions. Her hair is a mousey brown, and she never wears makeup of any kind.

Personality: Sharp-tongued, but soft spoken, generally. Mitch has nothing to prove and nobody to prove it to, and as such has a rather even keel at most times. She is rarely surprised, and in fact, has an uncanny knowledge in regard to what everyone is doing, no matter where they are.


Skills:
- Master hacker and coder
- Excellent sensory perception, aside from sight
- Quick thinking/problem solving
- Operates a network that allows her to stay informed about all things at all times
- Not actually a bad shot, in certain circumstances
- Powerful rune writer

Weaknesses:
- Slightly less informed about all things she may be about to bump into
- Limited physical fighting ability
- Might smell slightly less human than some humans
- Can write strong runic inscriptions, but cannot cast them or assist in rituals


Brief History: Mitch has been writing code and working with runes since as long as she can remember. She's a bit new to the use of laptops, previously having used a far more stationary setup, but her product has not suffered for the change. Mitch has also worked with the Blessed for nearly a decade, and played an integral role in finding the Chosen ones shortly after their runes appeared.

Other:Mitch uses a cane to find her way around when outside the mansion. She does not like it when people move furniture near her quarters, and has a policy about moving it back posted in most common areas.

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Maeve noticed the muffins, but did not reach for one. "Thanks for the offer, 'Muffin Mistress,'" Maeve started, but promptly shut up as one Mr. Clifton entered the room with what seemed to be intentions of starting something.

The meeting, probably. Or a fight.

He looked like the kind of uppity prick she had reveled in throwing out of the club by the bands their boxers when they got too drunk.

All suit-pressed and self-important.

Maeve drifted back in the general direction of Isa, who seemed to at least know half of what the hell was going on here. "Helluva opening ceremony, eh?"

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More people flooded in, and Maeve remembered why she so hated being early. She was where she was, and there was no way to disentangle herself from the now considerable crowd without seeming rude.

She raised an eyebrow at Makorai, and then quirked a crooked grin in his direction. She could smell the booze on him, and was moderately proud. A hometown hero.

Isa didn't seem so bad- a bit cold. Heh. But not so bad.

Someone tell through a window and didn't identify herself. Vaguely concerning, but if something in the mansion was planning on killing them all, she figured it would have no problem managing. Lock down the Windows and doors and gas then and then hunt them down one at a time to cut them up like it was-

Maeve blinked. She had missed a good bit of the conversation. A few introductions. No matter- someone would say their names later.

And someone had ripped the door off of its hinges. Maeve gave a low whistle, and nodded in Amity's direction. "I'm sure you could learn to channel that," she started, but her attention was pulled as Isa continued her questioning of the unidentified. Maeve's attention sharpened toward the exchange, but her body did not tense. Nothing coiled to spring. Just watching.

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"It's not ridiculous! There are some verysadistic kinksters out there," Maeve quipped back, turning to face halfway toward the door. Gym Blonde, about as strapped as she normally seemed to be, was not someone Maeve planned to leave unwatched. "Once had a couple offer me six hundred bucks to smack the Mrs. around and kick the husband in the nads. Didn't take the money, before someone asks."

She ticked off an imaginary box in midair as Dawn spoke. "That's one for sacrifice. Maybe they'll make us fight and offer the strongest to the tyrannus deity. Or maybe we're just here for the free breakfast." Maeve shrugged.

"Either way, good to meet you, Zero. Cooler name than Blondie anyways. Fits the kind of girl who brings a sword to a meeting...for cutting through red tape?"

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"Yeah, it's Maeve," said Maeve, shifting her weight. She lowered her lean onto her forearms against the back of the sofa, and the smell of new leather wafted up where the black material puckered around her elbows. "But 'ginger bitch,' and 'Oi, you!' probably also get the job done."

"But yeah. My bet is on either sacrificial offerings, or possibly a weird luxury fuck cult for an eccentric patron. Our ready bodies offered to either the Allfather, or All-Daddy." She raised her voice a bit at the end her blasphemous joke, feeling satisfied as the Blessed now listening in stiffened where he stood.

"And speaking of ready bodies," she muttered, possibly less under her breath than she had hoped, as the Gym Blonde (possibly named Silvery? Maeve hadn't spoken to her half as often as she had seen her,) joined the room.

"Oi!" Maeve called with a wave, "Come sit with us, would you? We're discussing whether our keepers plan to kill or fuck us. I'm starting a pool."

@Daemanis@echoicchamber

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Maeve did not like it.

The way her bedroom carpet squished under her feet was weird, the fact that someone turned over her bed sheets when she left the room was unsettling, and the ever-present shadow of a supervising Blessed that followed her outside of the facility was enough to make her insane.

There was nothing that needed to be done, and there had not been for the entire three weeks she had been trapped.

She woke up. She went to the gym, then showered. She went around the corner to the liquor store with a credit card that never seemed to reach a limit. Drink, eat, sleep, repeat.

Sometimes she would cross paths with another body in the halls, but it was impossible to know who there was like her, and who was one of them. She could have asked, of course, but she never seemed to get that far in conversation.

Mostly because she didn't talk in the gym, and she tried to avoid talking while plastered. Given her current schedule, there had not been much chatter save for mild smalltalk.

But this morning there would be. They had taken her liquor the night before, and (she suspected) hidden her left gym sneaker to be sure she would not skip out on the meeting.

Maeve sauntered in, a bit more early than she tended to be to most things, and spotted a vaguely familiar face. Denise? Dalia? She had seen the smallish woman around quite a few times, and swapped words briefly a time or two.

Danny? Darcy?

She came to stand behind the couch, opting to lean rather than sit.

"It's all very 'lamb to the slaughter,' isn't it?" she asked, her tone nonchalant. "Plush it up so they don't see the knife and panic, I guess. Dawn, was it? We've uh, I think we've bumped paths a few times."

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Maeve (Sowlio)

Full Name: Maeve Brigid Byrne

Nicknames/Aliases: Mae

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Rune/Location Sowlio / right palm

Rune Powers: Fire
-Conjuration and projection of flames from her body, especially her hands
-Causing combustion reactions from a short distance away
-Raising the ambient temperature of any air/water/objects in contact with her body at will
-Heat/fire resistance

Description: Maeve is a woman of medium height with a muscular build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to pretend she's a civil human being (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit. She has multiple tattoos, including a kestrel with spread wings that spans her chest and touches the tips of her collarbones.

Personality: Crass and sharp-tongued, Maeve has no qualms about picking fights. A short temper and a strong sense of justice go a long way hand-in-hand, and she's been in enough brawls to serve as evidence.

She'll take up any challenge to prove someone wrong, but she has little personal drive to take on lofty tasks by herself. As a result, she has spent most of her ambition on drinking, smoking, and generally buying into any chance to yell, "fuck the man."

Skills:
-Skilled practical hand-to-hand fighter, due to former work and hobbies
-Quick on her feet
-Not easily phased or shocked
-Good gut instinct for people, and good at reading body cues in combat
-The whole "fire rune" thing (see "rune abilities)

Weaknesses:
-Fatally loyal to those who win her trust
-Impulsive, both socially and in combat
-Easily deceived by those close to her
-Cocky

Brief History: Maeve was born to an Irish Catholic family, who she was estranged from later in life. Her mother and father are still alive, but contact is mostly awkward and minimal. She came to the United States for college, where she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in criminal justice. She was terminated from the Marion County police force at twenty-two, only three months after joining, for failing to follow protocol regarding a small drug possession case, and then, upon being chastised, proceeding to light a cigarette and tell her superior he could "eat arse and shove off."

In the long term, it likely would have been life ruining.

In the short term, however, she took up working security at local dive bars, nightclubs, and concert venues. Through bouncing, she came to work at Ringside Bar and Arena, where she first worked as security, and eventually ended up spending her weekend nights as a small-time prize fighter. The underground community around the city's cage fighters harbored less-than-savory supernatural characters in addition to human denizens, and Maeve often found herself as the underdog in scraps against draugr, trolls, and a smaller warg-shifter or four.

It was a tough life, but she made good money and free drinks off of it.

That is, until her Rune appeared. She won four grand betting on herself the night after it surfaced, but it was cut short as the Blessed picked her up in her apartment only twelve hours and one nasty hangover after her sensational victory.

Other: While drunk, she once got a tattoo from a friend while in a van that says, "Whiskey, Women, and Winning," across her lower back. It's still there, so, you know. Whatever that means about a person.

Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram

Nicknames/Aliases: Leila Michelle Ingram, Mitch

Age: 24 (ish? Or just quite youthful for her age, perhaps)

Gender: Female

Alliance: Blessed / Head of surveillance

Duties: Uses digital security sensors and a personal network to know everything that happens regarding the Runes and the mansion, at all times.

Description: A small and unassuming woman, usually seen in a modest button-down and slacks, sometimes with a suit jacket. She has faded green eyes that are always out of focus, due to being legally blind. She is almost never without her tablet or laptop, along with a pair of maximum corrective lenses and a magnifying aid, both of which allow her to blow up her screens to readable proportions. Her hair is a mousey brown, and she never wears makeup of any kind.

Personality: Sharp-tongued, but soft spoken, generally. Mitch has nothing to prove and nobody to prove it to, and as such has a rather even keel at most times. She is rarely surprised, and in fact, has an uncanny knowledge in regard to what everyone is doing, no matter where they are.


Skills:
- Master hacker and coder
- Excellent sensory perception, aside from sight
- Quick thinking/problem solving
- Operates a network that allows her to stay informed about all things at all times
- Not actually a bad shot, in certain circumstances
- Powerful rune writer

Weaknesses:
- Slightly less informed about all things she may be about to bump into
- Limited physical fighting ability
- Might smell slightly less human than some humans
- Can write strong runic inscriptions, but cannot cast them or assist in rituals


Brief History: Mitch has been writing code and working with runes since as long as she can remember. She's a bit new to the use of laptops, previously having used a far more stationary setup, but her product has not suffered for the change. Mitch has also worked with the Blessed for nearly a decade, and played an integral role in finding the Chosen ones shortly after their runes appeared.

Other:Mitch uses a cane to find her way around when outside the mansion. She does not like it when people move furniture near her quarters, and has a policy about moving it back posted in most common areas.

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Maeve (Sowlio)

Full Name: Maeve Brigid Byrne

Nicknames/Aliases: Mae

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Rune/Location Sowlio / right palm

Rune Powers: Fire
-Conjuration and projection of flames from her body, especially her hands
-Causing combustion reactions from a short distance away
-Raising the ambient temperature of any air/water/objects in contact with her body at will
-Heat/fire resistance

Description: Maeve is a woman of medium height with a muscular build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to pretend she's a civil human being (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit. She has multiple tattoos, including a kestrel with spread wings that spans her chest and touches the tips of her collarbones.

Personality: Crass and sharp-tongued, Maeve has no qualms about picking fights. A short temper and a strong sense of justice go a long way hand-in-hand, and she's been in enough brawls to serve as evidence.

She'll take up any challenge to prove someone wrong, but she has little personal drive to take on lofty tasks by herself. As a result, she has spent most of her ambition on drinking, smoking, and generally buying into any chance to yell, "fuck the man."

Skills:
-Skilled practical hand-to-hand fighter, due to former work and hobbies
-Quick on her feet
-Not easily phased or shocked
-Good gut instinct for people, and good at reading body cues in combat
-The whole "fire rune" thing (see "rune abilities)

Weaknesses:
-Fatally loyal to those who win her trust
-Impulsive, both socially and in combat
-Easily deceived by those close to her
-Cocky

Brief History: Maeve was born to an Irish Catholic family, who she was estranged from later in life. Her mother and father are still alive, but contact is mostly awkward and minimal. She came to the United States for college, where she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in criminal justice. She was terminated from the Marion County police force at twenty-two, only three months after joining, for failing to follow protocol regarding a small drug possession case, and then, upon being chastised, proceeding to light a cigarette and tell her superior he could "eat arse and shove off."

In the long term, it likely would have been life ruining.

In the short term, however, she took up working security at local dive bars, nightclubs, and concert venues. Through bouncing, she came to work at Ringside Bar and Arena, where she first worked as security, and eventually ended up spending her weekend nights as a small-time prize fighter. The underground community around the city's cage fighters harbored less-than-savory supernatural characters in addition to human denizens, and Maeve often found herself as the underdog in scraps against draugr, trolls, and a smaller warg-shifter or four.

It was a tough life, but she made good money and free drinks off of it.

That is, until her Rune appeared. She won four grand betting on herself the night after it surfaced, but it was cut short as the Blessed picked her up in her apartment only twelve hours and one nasty hangover after her sensational victory.

Other: While drunk, she once got a tattoo from a friend while in a van that says, "Whiskey, Women, and Winning," across her lower back. It's still there, so, you know. Whatever that means about a person.

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Hello hello! I'm Cami, and I'll be playing the Sowlio (: I'll have her profile up in a day or two, if that's alright. I neglected to bring my laptop to the island I'm on, and I can't really swim home for it at this juncture (: But hello! I'm garbage.