Mellory eventually made her way to the front of the shop and sat down on a wooden seat, with cigarette in hand. It was already lit and the smell of the tobacco made Mellory feel far less miserable. Long drags of the cigarette filled the minutes that she spent outside the store. She watched cars go by, some likely going to the gas station to refuel or to buy a coffee from the small machine they had. She hated coffee, tea was even worse. Iced tea was her favourite drink though, especially super fruity ones.
The morning had dwindled past with no customers so far and Mellory was considering closing up and going home, she had painting to do and work to do on the car. She didn't know much about cars, so anything she did was taught by internet videos. She didn't have the money spare to have it properly looked at.
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Mellory hated waking up. Sun filtered through the window above her bedroom; the sun covered the walls of the room with silhouettes of trees and birds that hopped along the tree branches. Her bedroom walls were wooden planks, the floor was also wooden but had a large blue rug in the middle of the room. It was stained with various colours of paint and varnish. The room was an organised mess of paints, canvases and sketchbooks.
Mellory pulled her blankets from her face and glared at the intruding light. Pulling herself from the bed was hard, as it always was. She stood in the bedroom and began to get dressed; some black shorts and a patterned shirt. Her favourite dark brown combat boots were the last thing she put on before leaving the house. She grabbed her glasses and keys as she left. Her car sat in the driveway. The car was her baby, she loved nothing near as much as she loved this junk heap. Blue paint clung to the ever rusting metal of the car and small flakes came off as she climbed in and slammed the door shut.
Ten minutes later, she pulled up to her store and made her way inside. The 'open' sign swung around and faced outwards through the window. Mellory was ready for customers and was already bored.
Mellory pulled her blankets from her face and glared at the intruding light. Pulling herself from the bed was hard, as it always was. She stood in the bedroom and began to get dressed; some black shorts and a patterned shirt. Her favourite dark brown combat boots were the last thing she put on before leaving the house. She grabbed her glasses and keys as she left. Her car sat in the driveway. The car was her baby, she loved nothing near as much as she loved this junk heap. Blue paint clung to the ever rusting metal of the car and small flakes came off as she climbed in and slammed the door shut.
Ten minutes later, she pulled up to her store and made her way inside. The 'open' sign swung around and faced outwards through the window. Mellory was ready for customers and was already bored.
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Faction:
Noctramancers:
A cult, as old as the vampires and just as feared. Noctramancers are a silent group of humans who practice an old, forbidden form of magic. They live in a large manor on the very border of the city. The man was there long before the district was formed and was quickly taken over by the cult; it is a large dark brick house, with huge pillars outside the front entrance. Each window is a large oval with black metal framing them. Lights are never on in the manor, noise never comes from it's walls and no one is ever seen in the building.
Vampires believe that the cult has died out; wiped out due to war. The Noctramancers and The Vampires have had been enemies for a long time, no one is really sure why anymore. Attempting to feed from a Noctramancers is harmful for Vampires, as the dark magic they practice taints their blood and turns it into a toxic black sludge. The manor is left to rot and crumble. No one wants to expose themselves to the magic that could remain inside it.
The members of this cult, were known for hiding their identities with large cloaks. Long, flowing cloaks which are embellished with embroidery. Symbols and wards sewn into the fabric using bright, rich coloured string. The cloaks show dominance and power in the cult; the more powerful you are in the magic, the more detailed your cloak is, the more colours are added. Red string is never used, as it is seen as a symbol of blood, the food of the cult's enemies.
No one is really sure what their magic does, anymore. The Bloodline made sure the cult's history was burnt and that any members who were found, were destroyed. All hey know is; 1) The magic is not to be used under penalty of death, 2) There are likely no members left anyhow and no one thinks, they assure themselves, the members wouldn't dare show themselves in an area so heavily controlled by vampires.
Noctramancers:
A cult, as old as the vampires and just as feared. Noctramancers are a silent group of humans who practice an old, forbidden form of magic. They live in a large manor on the very border of the city. The man was there long before the district was formed and was quickly taken over by the cult; it is a large dark brick house, with huge pillars outside the front entrance. Each window is a large oval with black metal framing them. Lights are never on in the manor, noise never comes from it's walls and no one is ever seen in the building.
Vampires believe that the cult has died out; wiped out due to war. The Noctramancers and The Vampires have had been enemies for a long time, no one is really sure why anymore. Attempting to feed from a Noctramancers is harmful for Vampires, as the dark magic they practice taints their blood and turns it into a toxic black sludge. The manor is left to rot and crumble. No one wants to expose themselves to the magic that could remain inside it.
The members of this cult, were known for hiding their identities with large cloaks. Long, flowing cloaks which are embellished with embroidery. Symbols and wards sewn into the fabric using bright, rich coloured string. The cloaks show dominance and power in the cult; the more powerful you are in the magic, the more detailed your cloak is, the more colours are added. Red string is never used, as it is seen as a symbol of blood, the food of the cult's enemies.
No one is really sure what their magic does, anymore. The Bloodline made sure the cult's history was burnt and that any members who were found, were destroyed. All hey know is; 1) The magic is not to be used under penalty of death, 2) There are likely no members left anyhow and no one thinks, they assure themselves, the members wouldn't dare show themselves in an area so heavily controlled by vampires.
I dont have money for cheetoes :(
Thar we go.
Sure thing.
Ahh we have a thing like them, called cheezels.
What are cheetos like? Ive never had them.
Name: Lara Crest
Age: 19
Appearance:
Equipment:
Mecha Body Suit
Vostok Pistol
Rest of equipment consists of; repair belt, pack of cigarettes, magnetic gloves and an extendable steel baton.
Role on the ship: Engineer - specialises in weapons and robotics.
Personality: Harsh, cold. Does not talk for the most part except for argue with other engineering staff. A dangerous person for sure with an appetite for fights.
History: Lara is, to say the very least, a bad egg. She was sent to boarding school on a large ship at a young age due to her constantly being involved in fights. Boarding school only made it worse; she fought often, failed most classes and was threatened with expulsion numerous times. Due to her families wealth, she was allowed to stay in the school and finally graduated at the age of 17.
Now at the age of 19, she is the youngest Robotic Engineer to have been employed by a ship and is well known for her work on Mecha-suits and repair robots. Her body suit is her child; the suit is only a half metre taller than her but is able to hold her for a few hours at a time, though uncomfortably. The suit is powered by mixes of sphax and steam and becomes dangerous to use when low on either fuel. The suit can be used to repair the outer parts of ships or repair jobs in dangerous environments. It can also be used to defend the ships and it's crew if need be. The suit also has a function where it can be used to gather Sphax, and store it in tanks held inside the suit. She's thin and quick on her feet but does not have much experience with flight herself, as she has only done minor ship repairs rather than piloting or navigation.
After a recent fight with police, Lara is looking for work on a ship, so that she can avoid arrest. Not one for admitting for faults, Lara has no interest in going to jail for anything. She is cruel, a little twisted and loves a good fight. The bloodier, the better. She waits in a run-down scummy bar for work offers; drinking and smoking to pass the time.
Age: 19
Appearance:
Equipment:
Mecha Body Suit
Vostok Pistol
Rest of equipment consists of; repair belt, pack of cigarettes, magnetic gloves and an extendable steel baton.
Role on the ship: Engineer - specialises in weapons and robotics.
Personality: Harsh, cold. Does not talk for the most part except for argue with other engineering staff. A dangerous person for sure with an appetite for fights.
History: Lara is, to say the very least, a bad egg. She was sent to boarding school on a large ship at a young age due to her constantly being involved in fights. Boarding school only made it worse; she fought often, failed most classes and was threatened with expulsion numerous times. Due to her families wealth, she was allowed to stay in the school and finally graduated at the age of 17.
Now at the age of 19, she is the youngest Robotic Engineer to have been employed by a ship and is well known for her work on Mecha-suits and repair robots. Her body suit is her child; the suit is only a half metre taller than her but is able to hold her for a few hours at a time, though uncomfortably. The suit is powered by mixes of sphax and steam and becomes dangerous to use when low on either fuel. The suit can be used to repair the outer parts of ships or repair jobs in dangerous environments. It can also be used to defend the ships and it's crew if need be. The suit also has a function where it can be used to gather Sphax, and store it in tanks held inside the suit. She's thin and quick on her feet but does not have much experience with flight herself, as she has only done minor ship repairs rather than piloting or navigation.
After a recent fight with police, Lara is looking for work on a ship, so that she can avoid arrest. Not one for admitting for faults, Lara has no interest in going to jail for anything. She is cruel, a little twisted and loves a good fight. The bloodier, the better. She waits in a run-down scummy bar for work offers; drinking and smoking to pass the time.
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