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A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Um please don't swear it really fucks with me thanks.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Ranch House, Unknown Location

Mina Aldridge was all of twenty-four, standing alongside a small class of others in white coats before a crowd of parents and friends. Their right hands sat upon an object of value or text of their choice- Mina's rested upon a worn bible. She had relaxed her hair for the occasion, and it was tied back into a neat, curled ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her childhood friend, Larke, was in the front row, smiling up at her.

"Now, as a new doctor, I solemnly promise that I will to the best of my ability serve mankind-" A gunshot rang out in the crowd. Someone fell in the back, and more came running forward, trying to get away. "I- I will practice medicine with integrity, humility, h-honesty-" People were dying, trying to climb up onto the stage, clawing at her feet in their scramble to get away. She was unable to move as the bodies of Knights and Agents piled up higher than the edge of the platform. Oren Kovalenko was sprawled on top, staring up with open, glazed eyes. A figure was walking up the back aisle, firing pistol rounds at the people left alive, and brushing her hand over those who tried to run past her. Dawn, Soren, Reith, Dutch- All of them. Everyone she touched crumpled.

The woman- with honey brown eyes, thick, natural hair, and a Medical Division Knight's uniform- advanced. She grabbed Larke by the nape of his neck, and his body collapsed. There were hot tears pouring down Mina's face, dampening the collar of her white shirt. It stuck like bloodied dressings.

Just when she was near enough to make out her name badge, Kn. Mina Aldridge raised her gun, and pointed it between the young doctor's eyes. "I will do no harm."

The Good Doctor awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and clutching the musty sheets beside her with white knuckles. Her head spun from the sudden jar of sitting bolt upright, and for a moment she felt she may vomit. But the sensation passed, and after a moment's glance around the dim, wood-boarded room, she could breath again. The twin bed beside hers was empty, and there was a pale light pouring through the windows to illuminate the swirl of dust motes. She shared the room with Reith, and though they typically awoke around the same hour, it seemed that Mina had slept in past her usual time.

After grazing one hand over her chest to be positive there was no hole, she grabbed her cargo pants from the foot of the bed and pulled them on, followed by her sneakers on the floor. She unwrapped her hair before tying it back with an elastic, and was out the door and on her way into the kitchen to help with breakfast soon after.

A voice in the office caught her eye before she could arrive, and she tapped the door open wider. Well, I'll be damned. Good morning, Mister Coleman!" she greeted, stepping into the room without the need for an invitation. She walked over to the boy and took his wrist in her hand to check his pulse, and placed the back of her hand against his head. "How're you feeling, sugar? Any pains, clouded vision- Oh, and morning to you too, Miss Dawn. I wasn't expecting to see Sleeping Beauty up and about- Hold that thought." She fished in her pocket for a pen, which she held up and slowly moved back and forth in front of Drake's eyes. "Follow this, but don't turn your head. And how was the watch, Dawn?"

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Meanwhile, in the attic, one Larke Sterling was having a considerably less chipper morning. Tied up with wire, he had spent the night trying to sleep while propped against a wall. His wings were crumpled at an odd angle, one having healed out of place following a break, and the other simply too large to fit in any normal position. His sandy hair was brown with blood and dirt, and stuck to his head with a sick, sticky texture. His captures did not care if he was clean; just alive.

There were more than enough bats for company, and even more vague scuttling noises in the shadows to keep him from getting lonely.

But the morning light pouring through the cracked roof was hardly a relief. The sun brought heat, and Larke had been running a high fever for the past three days, spurred on by an overworked healing factor. Only two of them every came up to speak with him, but when they did, it took days to fully regenerate from what was done. They weren't afraid to break bones on him or puncture things too deep to even guess, though he had more than enough time alone to imagine. He was quite certain that they had hit his stomach, this past time, as his clothes were stained with the reek of bile. The acid had eaten away at his innards for hours before the wound closed, and even then, he doubted he could eat.

Not that they were particularly intent on feeding him anything past the thick towel shoved in his mouth.

He had told them what he knew about Hel, and about his and Oren's mission to rescue her. He had told them all that she was ill and needed to return for treatment. He pleaded for Oren's life, for the life of the girl, but his currency was no good to them. They thought he was lying, or perhaps thought that they could glean more truth by cutting him further.

Or, what seemed most likely at this point, they just liked cutting him.

It was the twenty-third morning with them, and the seventh in this place, wherever this was- and he was hearing things that didn't make sense. Oren was probably dead. Hel may have been dead. He didn't know if Mina had left, or died, or just didn't give a damn.

And when the two who came grew bored, he would presumably die without knowing one way or the other.

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The Citadel, Capital City, Erubesco

The upper levels of the Erubescan Citadel were lovely this time of day: Eastern sunlight streamed through the stained glass panels casting blurry-edged shadows across the cobbled floors. On cool, dry mornings like these, the windows were opened to let the autumn breeze filter through the gauzy gold and purple curtains. The draft, rising up from the palace garden, smelled of anise-sage and vervain. A picturesque view of the grounds sprawled out below, and right up to where the green of topiaries and manicured lawns gave way to the city proper: Buildings in graceful, shimmering hues rose along the storybook skyline, and the pillars of the Gladiator’s Arena peaked just to the left, boasting the banners of various Lords and Ladies.

The view from the Eastern Officer’s wing was not a bad one, and it only got better the higher you went.

Knight Commander Lulu Botrelle opened the door from an apartment on the highest floor- Not from the apartment she lived in, as the Commander’s hallway was on the seventh floor- but the one she had slept in. In a prim suit, and with her hair tied up in its signature bun, she stepped out from Viceroy Nicola Varen’s bedroom with a leather portfolio tucked under one arm and a mug of black coffee in the other.

She took the elevator down, exitted, and proceeded down a considerably less airy hallway toward the research sector.

Her free hand, the one propping up her portfolio case, lifted to switch on her wireless earpiece. To any intended recipients, a short series of three beeps would sound.

“Good morning, team leads and representatives. This is Commander Botrelle, checking in to remind you of your expected attendance at this morning’s quarterly research forum. We have a visiting guest, and several matters to discuss, so I expect to see every one of your lovely faces in the Oak Room on Level One Below in fifteen.”

And then, after a quick switch of channels, “And that’s minutes, Norrevinter. I don’t want your stardom slowing down my operation.”

Catching the edge of a heavy wooden door with the tip of her stiletto, she pulled it inward and bumped it the rest of the way open with her hip. The room was far less grand than the upper halls: Off-white walls, wooden floors, and a distinct sense of sterility. In the center was a round, white-clothed table with several settings and an array of pitchers, breakfast breads, and several other morning snacks. Name cards were arranged at every seat- Lulu circled around to her place, took a seat, and began taking her things out and arranging them in from of her.

A clear glass tablet, a pad, and a pen.

She clicked something on the tablet, and her screen was cast onto the blank wall behind her.

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Elliot Barnett

Full Name:Elliot Sebastián Barnett
Nickname: Elli
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Gift: Metal manipulation

Loyalty: Vague; currently a prisoner of Liberty

Description: 5'10", with a lanky but fit build. He has black hair like his mother, but hazel eyes and lightly freckled skin.

Personality: He is relatively serious for his age, and feels the need to be the man of the house, in many ways. Now in Liberty custody as a candidate for reeducation, the once outgoing and rambunctious teen has become despondent and prone to lashing out. He is unsure where his ideology or loyalty stand; he believed in Liberty for most of his life, but his loyalty to his family is clashing against it.

Skills: Basic Libertian military training; Liberty-level gift training; is very fighty.

Weaknesses: Easily goaded into fighting; is only sixteen; will basically do anything followed by the phrase, "unless you're too scared."

Brief History: Elliot was a strongly rebellious child and teen, regularly getting into trouble in Liberty and using his father's elevated military rank to keep from running into larger troubles. After the death of his father and brothers in a recent attack on the nation, Elliot began feeling the weight of his duty. He threw himself into training with more dedication, and was determined to become a Liberty Agent like his family before him. He was the model teen.

When Liberty lowered the draft age just weeks before his sixteenth birthday, Elliot's mother made the decision to flee. She enlisted the help of an inside organization to help drug her sons and smuggle them out into the Ash, where Elliot awoke, angry and confused. Unable to return for fear of his family's fate, Elliot lived with his mother, younger brother, Jimmy, and the family's stray Dog that had followed them out. They lived in an old human bunker for several months, surviving with the help of two sisters they had met in the Ash.

A week ago, two "travelers" came upon them in the night. Elliot and his mother were both drugged by the men who later turned out to be mercenaries, and were forcibly returned to Liberty. He does not know where his brother or the friends they had lived with have gone to, but he stuck by his mother's story of claiming that Jimmy had died in the Ash.

He is now held in the custody of the state, far from his mother and with no available news on the outside.

Agent Beretta

Full Name: Agent Beretta

Nicknames/Aliases: Zhenya Barkov

Age: 18 (estimated)

Gender: Female

Gift: High-frequency vision (UV and x-ray waves;) Momentum fixing

Loyalty: Liberty, Homeland Protection Agent

Description: A medium-tall woman with a strong, athletic build. She has wavy brown hair, deep purple eyes, and an intense brow. She speaks Liberty Standard English mostly fluently, but with a thick Russian accent.

Personality: Beretta is devoted to her faction, and adequately subservient to those in power. While she has a quick mind for solving physical problems, she is often baffled by typical social situations. She enjoys being challenged, but other than this, seems unsure of her own will. Still a teenager, she can be excitable under certain circumstances.

Skills:
Momentum fixing: Beretta is able to fix the momentum of an object within a given radius, forcing projectiles hurled to maintain their velocity against the laws of physics. She cannot change the direction of an object in motion, but she can force it to stay in motion, even when passing through solid bodies.

She is also a skilled hand-to-hand combatant with excellent spacial reasoning skills. The combination of being able to both shoot and see through solid objects makes her a particularly potent assassin, and she is one of the most reliable markswomen in her class. She is seldom unarmed.

Weaknesses: Less comfortable fighting in large, open spaces; less capable without her gun or a throwing knife; socially awkward and very unsure of herself; brain-damaged from oxygen deprivation during an accident as a child that left her language centers handicapped and prevented her from remembering her mother tongue

Brief History: She doesn't know much of who she was before the age of twelve, when a Liberty rescue vessel found her and her older brother trapped in a wrecked, sinking plane in the Atlantic. She has no idea how she came to be on that plane, except that it was likely heading from Europe to North America, and that she was mute when Liberty discovered her. She learned to speak English with time, and was trained in an accelerated track as a Homeland Protection agent.

Several weeks ago, she graduated her training and was selected to take part in an infiltration mission, along with Agents Riza and Mayday.

Commander Botrelle

Full Name: Knight Commander Lulu Vivianne Botrelle

Nicknames/Aliases: Lu, The Maneater

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Gift: Nervous system manipulation

Loyalty: Erubescan; Commander of Biological Enhancements and Warfare

Description: Standing at a petite 4'11", and a more respectable 5'5" in heels, Lulu Botrelle could possibly tip a scale into double digits when soaking wet. She has sharp, almost vulpine features and quick emerald eyes. Her hair, long and platinum, is typically tied up into a neat bun. She carries herself with grace and confidence, and prefers business-wear that allows for clean, crisp lines.

Personality: Motivated, sly, and charming, she typically knows how to find her way with people. Those who have worked with her are familiar with her "carrot and stick" style of management, though most who have seen the "stick" end are slow to cross her twice. Though nearly as vain as she is clever, she is known for getting what she wants, and completing tasks to the highest caliber. She is slow to trust, and slower yet to offer second chances.

Skills:
Nervous system manipulation- Control over both the chemical and electric elements of the nervous system. She can trigger neurotransmitters, physically exploit neural pathways, and manufacture nerve impulses to simulate sensations and states in the body. Especially useful in situations requiring torture, but also practical for inducing paralysis or any other number of more subtle bodily changes. Additionally, she can sense people she's met before based upon their "nervous fingerprint," and pick up on subtle bodily cues such as pulse changes or tensed muscles.

She is also a skilled socialite and liar, in addition to being extremely clever. She has an extensive knowledge of biology as well as human anatomy, and has the degree from the Erubescan Academy to prove it. She's not a bad shot with a gun, and seldom takes "no" for an answer.

Weaknesses: She's small, and easily overpowered. Moreover, while she can sense multiple people at once, her powers diminish the more thinly they are spread. Her gift is most useful in one on one combat, and she would likely be overpowered if facing more than two opponents at close range. Moreover, she's very claustrophobic, and her lack of trust in others often leaves her trying to handle more on her own than seems humanly possible. Despite her emotional aloofness, she craves physical contact and has been known to take an array of partners to bed in any given span of time.

Brief History: Born to a single mother who was ill-equipped to handle a dangerous offensive gift, Lulu had a rocky childhood. She went through several different boarding schools, but she was small and had an ill-controlled gift, both of which led to bullying.

She worked twice as hard, or so it seemed, to have half as much- But the efforts paid off in the end. She was accepted as an Alchemist's apprentice at the age of fifteen, chosen by her useful gift in the given setting. She worked intensely on an experiment involving radiation in gifted subjects, despite the health ramifications, and was accepted into an accelerated officer's training track at eighteen. She passed through Basic Training with Kora Norrevinter and Derrick Avalon, both of whom remained her close friends in the years to come. She served in one active duty tours, but was ultimately deemed better suited for research and strategy.

She became the youngest appointed Research Commander when she was promoted at twenty-six, most noted for her work on enhancing young subjects for improved function.

Following an injury sustained during an attack on the Citadel proper, and a subsequent, suspiciously failed mission during which she was in command, she was placed under investigation for alleged crimes against the Crown. Her old friend, Derrick Avalon, had become the Commander of Investigation as well as the top interrogator at the Citadel, and was tasked with carrying out her "interview."

Following the incident, she was cleared of all charges and reinstated. Though the whole affair was allegedly classified, there are more than a few rumors of exactly what she looked like when Avalon was done with her. She holds a grudge against both Avalon and the Crown for the mistake, though her loyalty appears unshaken.

Larke Sterling

Full Name: Larke Charles Sterling

Nicknames/Aliases: Songbird

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Gift: Healing & regeneration via life force transfer; flight (artificially imposed)

Loyalty: Erubescan, Prisoner (formerly Acolyte of Medicine)

Description: Standing a few inches over six feet tall, Larke has a medium athletic build and broad shoulders. More prominently, however, are his dusty-blonde, feathered wings, which extend several feet above his head and touch the floor at their tips, expanding to a full wingspan of over four times his height. His short, tousled hair is the same sandy shade as his wings, though it has grown more unkempt in his time as an Ash prisoner. His facial features are gaunt but not harsh, featuring soft blue-green eyes, and a broad jaw.

Personality: A smooth talker, but with a genuine heart of gold. He wants to see the good in the world, and will look the other way when the truth says otherwise. Despite being a prisoner, he does not feel wronger by Erubesco, and stands by the Kingdom and the principles for which it stands.

Skills: Medical training, basic combat skills, flight, practiced liar and socialite

Weaknesses: No elite combat training, overly trusting, addictive personality, voted most likely to bring a lawyer to a gun fight

Brief History: Larke was born into an aristocratic family of healers, and sent to medical school to become a doctor like his parents. He went alongside his childhood friend and high school sweetheart, Mina, who graduated at the top of his class. He could not handle the stress of emergency room and wartime casualties, however, and found himself turning to prescription painkillers to take the edge off. Once discovered, he was kicked out of the Citadel Academy, and disinherited. He turned to harder drugs and manual labor to maintain the expenses of his habit, but a series of tragic events led to the death of his father, the loss of his friends and family, and a hefty prison sentence with a stipulation of reduced time for working in the Erubescan labs.

His first "job" was serving as a glorified lab rat, and he was sorted into the "Avian Initiative" by a lab official with a particularly ironic sense of humor. Funded by a wealthy socialite who had always wanted wings, the project aimed to modify the DNA and bone structure of a Gifted to produce functional wings. Performing the surgeries on someone with regenerative capabilities saved money on paying a healer, and so, Larke Sterling got wings.

His next post involved actual lab work, where he served as a technician under Commander Green and Alchemist Oren Kovalenko in the laboratory morgue. While working under Green, Kovalenko was dispatched to retrieve Green's kidnapped daughter, Helena, from an Ashland terrorist group. When Kovalenko was also taken captive, upper command refused to waste another Knight going after her. Not worth much, and under the sole command of Green, Larke pleaded with Green for an opportunity to go and bring Helena and his friend, Oren, home.

Such is the story of how Larke Sterling, former heir to the Sterling Estate and Lordship, came to be a prisoner of both Erubesco and the Wanderers.

He now resides wherever the Wanderers are, kept under supervision and awaiting questioning regarding the nature of Helena's peculiar condition, as well as the inner working of the Erubescan labs.

Other:

Have another art, by @lorellequips

Jimmy Barnett

Full Name: James Carson Barnett

Nicknames/Aliases: Jimmy

Age: Four

Gender: Male

Gift: Metal manipulation

Loyalty: Mommy

Description: Curly black hair and brown eyes; toddler-y; probably has something in his mouth

Personality: Really likes puffy cereal, and also really likes dogs. Jimmy is very good at hiding from strangers, as well as really, really liking dogs. That is, quite likely, his most valuable personality trait.

Skills:
High-speed biscuit eating; can melt most metal things; sometimes can also make those metal things into marbles and/or lumpy dog statues. One time, made a spoon into a toy car.

Weaknesses:
Cannot unmelt said metal things; also sometimes still has "accidents," but is working on it.

Brief History:
Jimmy was born in Liberty. His daddy and two older brothers left to go somewhere that Jimmy and Mommy and his other brother, Elli can't visit. Jimmy and Mommy and Elli and Doggie all left a while ago, and lived Outside in a hole with Crissy and Lydadada. Then some really bad men came and stole Elli and Mommy and everyone else went somewhere else, so Jimmy lives with Dog, now. He is learning how to be a good dog, too, but he still misses his family a lot. Dog is a pretty good dog, though, and she makes sure he has food.

He ate a rabbit this one time, too. It was pretty exciting.

I have no clue why this hider specifically is awful but hey.




Full Name: Doctor Mina Louise Aldridge

Nicknames/Aliases: Doc, The Good Doctor

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Gift: Fine bioelectrical manipulation/suspension (Control over the micro-level electrical impulses in living things, able to be used for slowing bodily function to a "suspended animation" state, and stopping and starting the heart and other organs)

Loyalty: Wanderer (formerly Erubescan)

Description: 6’0”, with a lean-muscled figure and tawny skin. She has toffee-brown eyes and gentle, graceful facial features, framed by extremely long and often untamed natural hair. Her hair is typically tied back at her neck, but still difficult to keep a handle on. 

She most often wears a T-shirt, running shoes, and Erubescan military-issued pants. Hailing from the territory formerly known as Georgia, Mina speaks with a thick Southern accent.

Personality: Calm and collected, with a natural desire to nurture and care for others. She has no tolerance for nonsense, however, and it would be amiss to take her kindness for weakness. Also may fight you over your (wrong) opinion on sweet tea.

Skills: Medical doctor specializing in trauma care and field surgery, Erubescan schooling, basic military training, skilled markswoman.
Weaknesses: Gift requiring physical contact, strong moral code, severe post-traumatic stress disorder, which makes her prone to flashbacks and impulsive behavior during stressful combat.

Brief History: Born in the Erubescan agricultural district formerly known as Georgia, Mina was raised by her father and grandparents while her mother served as a medical officer in the war. Her family owned a small aquaponics farm, breeding both food fish and a crop of greens, as well as sturgeon for caviar. At the age of twelve, she was selected for her aptitude in the sciences and brought to the Citadel on a scholarship for schooling. Mina moved into Citadel city and lived with a host family (the Sterlings) from then on, partaking in an accelerated medical schooling track. She graduated as an M.D. at 25 and was promptly assigned to a military regiment as a front line doctor. She quickly found the work to be less noble than she had hoped for, and defected mid-mission after serving over four years on the front lines. Her life in the aftermath consisted of wandering the Wasteland with her stolen medical kit, tending to refugees and the factionless, and raiding bunkers and abandoned settlements for further supplies.

She ran across the Wanderers several months ago, and was accepted into their group after her quick thinking and medical training saved Rei from life-threatening injuries that would not respond to gift-healing. While her positive demeanor won her favor among most of the group, her behavior during a recent attack left several wondering about the real nature of the good doctor’s past.

She is close to many members of the little "family," and has taken up a semi-romantic relationship with Dutch Dalton, though she'll deny it when asked. She vouched for Larke's medical training and argued in favor of his life when he was captured, but has avoided interaction with the prisoners, as well as the subject of interrogation.

A Truly "Gifted" Life (Ignore post count)

Hello, Dear Echo! Sorry if my backstories seem a bit precise- I've done some serious backstory collaboration on them, as you know!

Also hello fellow humans. Please message me about backstories I love them they're my favorite.

Larke Sterling

Full Name: Larke Charles Sterling

Nicknames/Aliases: Songbird

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Gift: Healing & regeneration via life force transfer; flight (artificially imposed)

Loyalty: Erubescan, Prisoner (formerly Acolyte of Medicine)

Description: Standing a few inches over six feet tall, Larke has a medium athletic build and broad shoulders. More prominently, however, are his dusty-blonde, feathered wings, which extend several feet above his head and touch the floor at their tips, expanding to a full wingspan of over four times his height. His short, tousled hair is the same sandy shade as his wings, though it has grown more unkempt in his time as an Ash prisoner. His facial features are gaunt but not harsh, featuring soft blue-green eyes, and a broad jaw.

Personality: A smooth talker, but with a genuine heart of gold. He wants to see the good in the world, and will look the other way when the truth says otherwise. Despite being a prisoner, he does not feel wronger by Erubesco, and stands by the Kingdom and the principles for which it stands.

Skills: Medical training, basic combat skills, flight, practiced liar and socialite

Weaknesses: No elite combat training, overly trusting, addictive personality, voted most likely to bring a lawyer to a gun fight

Brief History: Larke was born into an aristocratic family of healers, and sent to medical school to become a doctor like his parents. He went alongside his childhood friend and high school sweetheart, Mina, who graduated at the top of his class. He could not handle the stress of emergency room and wartime casualties, however, and found himself turning to prescription painkillers to take the edge off. Once discovered, he was kicked out of the Citadel Academy, and disinherited. He turned to harder drugs and manual labor to maintain the expenses of his habit, but a series of tragic events led to the death of his father, the loss of his friends and family, and a hefty prison sentence with a stipulation of reduced time for working in the Erubescan labs.

His first "job" was serving as a glorified lab rat, and he was sorted into the "Avian Initiative" by a lab official with a particularly ironic sense of humor. Funded by a wealthy socialite who had always wanted wings, the project aimed to modify the DNA and bone structure of a Gifted to produce functional wings. Performing the surgeries on someone with regenerative capabilities saved money on paying a healer, and so, Larke Sterling got wings.

His next post involved actual lab work, where he served as a technician under Commander Green and Alchemist Oren Kovalenko in the laboratory morgue. While working under Green, Kovalenko was dispatched to retrieve Green's kidnapped daughter, Helena, from an Ashland terrorist group. When Kovalenko was also taken captive, upper command refused to waste another Knight going after her. Not worth much, and under the sole command of Green, Larke pleaded with Green for an opportunity to go and bring Helena and his friend, Oren, home.

Such is the story of how Larke Sterling, former heir to the Sterling Estate and Lordship, came to be a prisoner of both Erubesco and the Wanderers.

He now resides wherever the Wanderers are, kept under supervision and awaiting questioning regarding the nature of Helena's peculiar condition, as well as the inner working of the Erubescan labs.

Other:

Have another art, by @lorellequips

(I don't know why this specific hider isnt't woking.)





Full Name: Doctor Mina Louise Aldridge

Nicknames/Aliases: Doc, The Good Doctor

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Gift: Fine bioelectrical manipulation/suspension (Control over the micro-level electrical impulses in living things, able to be used for slowing bodily function to a "suspended animation" state, and stopping and starting the heart and other organs)

Loyalty: Wanderer (formerly Erubescan)

Description: 6’0”, with a lean-muscled figure and tawny skin. She has toffee-brown eyes and gentle, graceful facial features, framed by extremely long and often untamed natural hair. Her hair is typically tied back at her neck, but still difficult to keep a handle on. 

She most often wears a T-shirt, running shoes, and Erubescan military-issued pants. Hailing from the territory formerly known as Georgia, Mina speaks with a thick Southern accent.

Personality: Calm and collected, with a natural desire to nurture and care for others. She has no tolerance for nonsense, however, and it would be amiss to take her kindness for weakness. Also may fight you over your (wrong) opinion on sweet tea.

Skills: Medical doctor specializing in trauma care and field surgery, Erubescan schooling, basic military training, skilled markswoman.

Weaknesses: Gift requiring physical contact, strong moral code, severe post-traumatic stress disorder, which makes her prone to flashbacks and impulsive behavior during stressful combat.

Brief History: Mina moved into Citadel city and lived with a host family (the Sterlings) at a young age, partaking in an accelerated medical schooling track. She graduated as an M.D. at 25 and was promptly assigned to a military regiment as a front line doctor. 

She quickly found the work to be less noble than she had hoped for, and defected mid-mission after serving over two years on the front lines. Her life in the aftermath consisted of wandering the Wasteland with her stollen medical kit, tending to refugees and the factionless while raiding bunkers and abandoned settlements for further supplies. 



She ran across the Wanderers several months ago, and was accepted into their group after her quick thinking and medical training saved a member of their group from life-threatening injuries that would not respond to gift-healing. While her positive demeanor won her favor amongst most of the group, her behavior during a recent attack left several wondering about the real nature of the good doctor’s past.

She is close to many members of the little "family," and has taken up a semi-romantic relationship with Dutch Dalton. She vouched for Larke's medical training and argued in favor of his life when he was captured, but has avoided interaction with the prisoners, as well as the subject of interrogation.

Jimmy Barnett

Full Name: James Carson Barnett

Nicknames/Aliases: Jimmy

Age: Four

Gender: Male

Gift: Metal manipulation

Loyalty: Mommy

Description: Curly black hair and brown eyes; toddler-y; probably has something in his mouth

Personality: Really likes puffy cereal, and also really likes dogs. Jimmy is very good at hiding from strangers, as well as really, really liking dogs. That is, quite likely, his most valuable personality trait.

Skills:
High-speed biscuit eating; can melt most metal things; sometimes can also make those metal things into marbles and/or lumpy dog statues. One time, made a spoon into a toy car.

Weaknesses:
Cannot unmelt said metal things; also sometimes still has "accidents," but is working on it.

Brief History:
Jimmy was born in Liberty. His daddy and two older brothers left to go somewhere that Jimmy and Mommy and his other brother, Elli can't visit. Jimmy and Mommy and Elli and Doggie all left a while ago, and lived Outside in a hole with Crissy and Lydadada. Then some really bad men came and stole Elli and Mommy and everyone else went somewhere else, so Jimmy lives with Dog, now. He is learning how to be a good dog, too, but he still misses his family a lot. Dog is a pretty good dog, though, and she makes sure he has food.

He ate a rabbit this one time, too. It was pretty exciting.

I'll add my factioners tomorrow, if that's alright! Just a Lulu and a Beretta, probably.

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Ok chickidee champ. Ur a good bean.

The Runes (In Need of Players!)

Aight my doodle. There's a discord for this sweet lil rp if you wanna hop in on that

The Runes (In Need of Players!)

Yo @Blueflame you got a discord homes?

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-licks ooc board-

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Maeve had never considered herself a squeamish woman, but in all of five minutes, she had catalogued a considerable list of things she would puke about at a later time. Her gaze was deliberately on the house and away from whatever Silvarae's body looked like drained of blood, but she still had a good idea of what her night was shaping into: She'd have a nice blanket, a trash bin, and the unavoidable mental slideshow of Silvarae's transformation from woman into strawberry icepop on a late-night-infomercial loop. Would it look like spilled daiquiri mix when it melted, or more like first-floss-in-a-week spit in the sink basin? Probably, Maeve figured, it would look a whole lot like the grimy water she helped mop off of the ring floor with push brooms at the end of a long night.

A gurgling snort came from Maeve's sinus as she hocked a ball of mucus.

She caught what Makorai was saying and got ready to hold back the flames from where he had said-

"FUCK!"

That thing was big. It was fucking big, and it was on fire, and it was closer to Oren than it should have been. The hulking, grey, glowing behemoth hit the ground with a thud, and Maeve could feel it through the soles of her shoes. Suppress the fire, Oren said, though the exact best way to do so had Maeve at a loss. She had blocked the wall of flames from the explosion, but that had all been reflex- An involuntary extension of throwing up her hands.

She took a few running bounds, coming in a yard or so behind Oren. Maeve's hand swung out toward Oren as the creature's arm lunged, and the fire burning from the Jotun's flesh was quelled for a moment before flaring back to life.

"I don't know what I'm doing!" she yelled at Oren, but mostly herself. Her palms swept forward again, this time both at once as if trying very hard to hold a door shut. The flames grew brighter, but their range became less, clinging closer to their source. Her control flicked in and out; the fire was squirmy, like a cat that did not want to be held.

"I don't know how long I can do this!"