Snagglepuss89

Skybound (Int check)

Quick note that the RP has started but is still accepting characters.

For those who look into it, keep in mind 99% of OOC interaction happens on the Discord.

Skybound

I keep reading it as Nougat, personally. No objections to that either.

Skybound (Int check)

For those who may be wondering: There has been a lot of interest shown already, but there's also no current set limit on characters, just some limits on certain roles that can be filled on the ship.

Skybound

Rhain

Name: Reyansh Maidaan (Gokhanized to “Rhain”)

Age: 39

Gender/Sex: It matters less and less over time. Originally male and marginally more comfortable as male.

Current appearance:

Ship role: Magical “Fuck You” Stick

Pyxis appearance: A small blue feather with streaks of gold running through it. Usually resting in Rhain's hair.

Pyxis strength: Lightning Elemental Magic

Pyxis skill list:

1. Thunder: Ability to generate sounds, in essence. Over time this has of course grown in scale, but more importantly precision, with a preference for generating deafening explosions directly into one’s ear.

2. Flash: Ability to generate light. Like the above, enhanced precision has been the focus of the ability as its user has grown in power. Disorienting, but the light only lasts for an instant, causing no long term damage even at its brightest.

3. Static: If two objects are able to hold a charge, then enhanced static cling can make them almost impossible to remove from each other. Works best with objects that naturally generate large amounts of static electricity, and worst on those that don’t.

4. Magnetism: Similar to the above, but distinct. The ability to generate magnetic fields either centered on, or away from the user. Only affects magnetic objects.

5. Shock Immunity: The user is unaffected by electricity. More powerful users can more or less keep this ability on indefinitely.

6. Discharge: The user is able to pump electricity into any object they are touching, organic or otherwise. Scale naturally involves the voltage of the discharge.

7. Arc Lightning: Discharge can be extended away from the user, arcing between their body and any unobstructed target within a certain distance.

8. Call Lightning: Generates a lightning strike at the desired location, regardless of atmospheric conditions. This includes the accompanying thunder clap and all other implications of a natural lightning bolt. (Rhain’s preferred method of dealing with serious threat, though even now its use is still taxing. A dozen bolts is the farthest she’s push herself under normal circumstances, so the crew had better be prepared to pick up the slack afterwards. Range seems to be “Anywhere visible under open sky”.)

9. Plasma Ball: Contains all of the energy of a lightning strike within the palm of the user’s hand. In this condensed form the sphere is almost unrivaled in destructive capability where it strikes, and the user can direct its movements at will. (Naturally this is incredibly taxing, to the point that even longtime crew members can count on one hand the number of times they've seen it used. Rhain will be dead weight for some days after this ability is used, so it’s a good thing anything it touches will be very very dead. Maximum distance unknown, but it’s unlikely Rhain would waste it on anything that was not in very close range.)

10. Flashstep: Becoming one with lightning itself, the user is able to transform and travel at incredible speed across vast distances. Effective teleportation between two points that the user can see. (Range of 20-25 miles. This is not simply moving quickly, the user becomes a bolt of lightning and then returns to their normal self where it strikes. However, they never reform completely the same, and while Rhain was able to maintain something resembling his natural form at first, with every use the changes became more drastic. Now she seems to become an entirely different person each time it’s used, with rare exceptions. The user, as a note, feels the strain of having moved that distance with their own two legs, though this can be mitigated somewhat with endurance training.)

Some background: Rhain’s origins are a mystery outside of the few close friends made aboard the Fornacis. He was born Reyansh Maidaan, to the Thunder Tribe on the steppe-island of Ghar. This tribe was unusual in that almost everyone was adept at magic to a small degree, and anyone who acquired a Pyxis acquired one adept in the lightning element. While curious, none ever acquired a Pyxis of significant strength, and this tribe remained an obscure curiosity.

Until Reyansh.

The details of his life since obtaining his Pyxis (The feather of a Demi-Roc, a bird his tribe held sacred above all other things) are many and rarely told. He left his tribe soon after becoming a man, and became an “adventurer”, although “mercenary” is likely more accurate. His wealth was used to apprentice himself to a more knowledgeable wizard, and his powers rapidly grew from there.

Eventually word reached him of a ship looking to retain a wizard for a good sum, and he gladly joined up. What was intended to be a temporary contract ended up consuming a decade of his life. His strength on this journey grew more rapidly still, until he finally unlocked the mysteries of Flashstep. Unexpectedly, this too became one of the pivotal moments of his life, as Rhain’s appearance and identity began to change rapidly.

At first he fought these changes, and sought the services of one of the Sky’s few bodysculpters to change his appearance back. And though the wizard still keeps a photo of (currently her) original self, she has stopped longing for who she used to be.

Since the breakup of the crew, word has circulated around the Skies of a figure who comes and goes in a flash of lightning, but stories of what this person looks like are never consistent. Man, woman, old, young. Rhain has built a bit of a personal legend over the last four years, though one that could never compare to the time she spent as part of the Sky’s most legendary crew.

Skybound

I feel like it should be noted that this character has been discussed with the GM ahead of time and power levels should not be taken as normal.

That out of the way (And still some formatting needed):

Rhain

Name: Reyansh Maidaan (Gokhanized to “Rhain”)

Age: 39

Gender/Sex: It matters less and less over time. Originally male and marginally more comfortable as male.

Current appearance:

Ship role: Magical “Fuck You” Stick

Pyxis appearance: A small blue feather with streaks of gold running through it. Usually resting in Rhain's hair.

Pyxis strength: Lightning Elemental Magic

Pyxis skill list:

1. Thunder: Ability to generate sounds, in essence. Over time this has of course grown in scale, but more importantly precision, with a preference for generating deafening explosions directly into one’s ear.

2. Flash: Ability to generate light. Like the above, enhanced precision has been the focus of the ability as its user has grown in power. Disorienting, but the light only lasts for an instant, causing no long term damage even at its brightest.

3. Static: If two objects are able to hold a charge, then enhanced static cling can make them almost impossible to remove from each other. Works best with objects that naturally generate large amounts of static electricity, and worst on those that don’t.

4. Magnetism: Similar to the above, but distinct. The ability to generate magnetic fields either centered on, or away from the user. Only affects magnetic objects.

5. Shock Immunity: The user is unaffected by electricity. More powerful users can more or less keep this ability on indefinitely.

6. Discharge: The user is able to pump electricity into any object they are touching, organic or otherwise. Scale naturally involves the voltage of the discharge.

7. Arc Lightning: Discharge can be extended away from the user, arcing between their body and any unobstructed target within a certain distance.

8. Call Lightning: Generates a lightning strike at the desired location, regardless of atmospheric conditions. This includes the accompanying thunder clap and all other implications of a natural lightning bolt. (Rhain’s preferred method of dealing with serious threat, though even now its use is still taxing. A dozen bolts is the farthest she’s push herself under normal circumstances, so the crew had better be prepared to pick up the slack afterwards. Range seems to be “Anywhere visible under open sky”.)

9. Plasma Ball: Contains all of the energy of a lightning strike within the palm of the user’s hand. In this condensed form the sphere is almost unrivaled in destructive capability where it strikes, and the user can direct its movements at will. (Naturally this is incredibly taxing, to the point that even longtime crew members can count on one hand the number of times they've seen it used. Rhain will be dead weight for some days after this ability is used, so it’s a good thing anything it touches will be very very dead. Maximum distance unknown, but it’s unlikely Rhain would waste it on anything that was not in very close range.)

10. Flashstep: Becoming one with lightning itself, the user is able to transform and travel at incredible speed across vast distances. Effective teleportation between two points that the user can see. (Range of 20-25 miles. This is not simply moving quickly, the user becomes a bolt of lightning and then returns to their normal self where it strikes. However, they never reform completely the same, and while Rhain was able to maintain something resembling his natural form at first, with every use the changes became more drastic. Now she seems to become an entirely different person each time it’s used, with rare exceptions. The user, as a note, feels the strain of having moved that distance with their own two legs, though this can be mitigated somewhat with endurance training.)

Some background: Rhain’s origins are a mystery outside of the few close friends made aboard the Fornacis. He was born Reyansh Maidaan, to the Thunder Tribe on the steppe-island of Ghar. This tribe was unusual in that almost everyone was adept at magic to a small degree, and anyone who acquired a Pyxis acquired one adept in the lightning element. While curious, none ever acquired a Pyxis of significant strength, and this tribe remained an obscure curiosity.

Until Reyansh.

The details of his life since obtaining his Pyxis (The feather of a Demi-Roc, a bird his tribe held sacred above all other things) are many and rarely told. He left his tribe soon after becoming a man, and became an “adventurer”, although “mercenary” is likely more accurate. His wealth was used to apprentice himself to a more knowledgeable wizard, and his powers rapidly grew from there.

Eventually word reached him of a ship looking to retain a wizard for a good sum, and he gladly joined up. What was intended to be a temporary contract ended up consuming a decade of his life. His strength on this journey grew more rapidly still, until he finally unlocked the mysteries of Flashstep. Unexpectedly, this too became one of the pivotal moments of his life, as Rhain’s appearance and identity began to change rapidly.

At first he fought these changes, and sought the services of one of the Sky’s few bodysculpters to change his appearance back. And though the wizard still keeps a photo of (currently her) original self, she has stopped longing for who she used to be.

Since the breakup of the crew, word has circulated around the Skies of a figure who comes and goes in a flash of lightning, but stories of what this person looks like are never consistent. Man, woman, old, young. Rhain has built a bit of a personal legend over the last four years, though one that could never compare to the time she spent as part of the Sky’s most legendary crew.

Spirit Wielders!

Arthur and Matka-Ura

Arthur

Arthur Brzeziński

Age: 22

Normal Appearance: While Arthur’s force of personality can engage someone in an instant, his physical appearance is concerning. The man takes care of himself, and is well dressed, but he clearly seems to be suffering from some sort of chronic illness- or worse, drug addiction. While his genuine smile reaches up to his eyes, they’re framed by bags that could belong to a man 20 minutes older. Everything about the man speaks of lethargy and fatigue, even though he clearly tries to power through it. He isn’t quite frail, and would probably sport an impressive figure under different circumstances, but circumstances being what they are his six-foot figure is usually in a slouch, and the muscled he had cultivated as a youth have all but withered away. If nothing else, Arthur looks like he’s in dire need of a vacation- or ten.

Medium Appearance: When channeling, Arthur’s body becomes cloaked in black robes that shroud his face in an unnatural darkness. Two great horns grow from his skull and tower two feet over the rest of his body, though they feel weightless to him. While perhaps unsettling at first glance, the outfit overall is reminiscent of a priest, and he has an aura of… almost holiness to him. The horns act as the catalyst for his abilities, and in spite of their weightlessness are very real for anyone who might be caught on the receiving end of a charge.

Channeling Abilities: Arthur is able to imbue himself or his allies with immense strength, far surpassing normal human limitations. While nowhere near the strength of the Mother-Bull’s true form, when buffed he can lift up to a ton and carry it around with him, to say nothing of what his punches would be able to do. Still, he is not a trained fighter, and while the increased strength is a boon, his power is better spent being given to someone else. Within a range of 60 meters Arthur can lend half of this immense strength to another, though this generally leaves him otherwise useless in the fight.

Grade: University

Personality: There is a brightness to Arthur that is held back by his seemingly chronic exhaustion. The man is always quick to strike up a conversation and offer advice, but will be the first to decline to actually go and do something. There is an aura to him that has nothing to do with his spiritual energy, one that says “Yes, I actually give a shit”. Still, he’s not perfect. He can be a bit preachy, in particular when it comes to the environment, and he’s the type of vegetarian who judges those that eat meat. Easygoing but not careless, laid back but surprisingly judgmental on some things.

It annoys Arthur to no end that he can’t discern what parts of his personality are his alone, and what has been influenced by a lifelong connection to Matka-Ura. Would he have always been an understanding- even fatherly- figure if he hadn’t been raised by the great Mother-Bull? He certainly wouldn’t be an adamant vegetarian without her spitting on “Devourers” and their inclination towards consuming life. He had become increasingly calm and level headed since the spirit had begun feeding on him, but it seemed as if she could effortlessly light a fire under him like in the days of his youth. Usually to irritate him, more than anything productive.

Background: For better or worse, Arthur has always had strong ties to the world of Spirits. However, unlike most Mediums, he did not form a contract with his Spirit. No, that contract was formed for him hundreds of years ago, in a land thousands of miles away. It was a fact that he held more than a little resentment for, but after 22 years Arthur had more or less come to accept his lot in life. Still, while a life of being bonded from birth was hardly a normal one, the young man did not lead anything resembling an extraordinary life.

In fact, he’d always claim that his contract had been more of a pain in the ass than any sort of boon.

And that was at least half true.

Being bonded with Matka-Ura as a child had its benefits, and those benefits were part of its end in the centuries-long contract. Heirs to the Brzeziński line were never lacking for energy or spirit as children, both in the literal and figurative sense. The boy was never ill, and tackled both his school work and sports and a vigor that his peers couldn’t keep up with. Some tried to bully him, as children often do (Not the least because he carried a cow plushie out in the open even as he reached puberty), but Arthur was always quick to end any fight that started- much to his mother’s exasperation and his father’s understanding. Throughout it all Matka-Ura was his constant companion, though as he grew older the two developed an almost antagonistic relationship. Neither would go as far as to say they outright hated the other, but the two would constantly look for ways to irritate the other.

Considering he still was forced to carry the spirit’s childish sealed form out in the open, the great guardian spirit seemed to have the upper hand in that contest.

Still, as time went on the contract turned from beneficial to harmful. The spirit had not simply agreed to help the youths of the Brzeziński family at no cost. They would be protected until they could be used as an energy source for Matka-Ura, much as man had domesticated animals for thousands of years. Even among Mediums Arthur had always possessed an abnormally high amount of spirit energy. However, even that was not enough for the great aurochs. She was mother to an extinct species, a guardian without her natural source of energy to draw on. When she finally began feeding on the teenager’s energy the change in him was remarkable to all but his father. Arthur stopped playing sports. He stopped scoring at the top of his class. Any attempts to goad him into a fight were met with half-hearted retorts and no real action. The youth, simply put, was exhausted.

And while he has learned to manage that exhaustion over time, it has stayed with him for the entirety of the last seven years.

As a kid he always dreamed of being someone who would change the world, but as the reality of his newfound lack of drive and energy settled in, Arthur had to swallow that he would never be able to push himself to be one of those people, that he didn’t want to be anymore. It wasn’t as if the desire for change had left him, however. Instead, he settled on trying to raise the next generation of ambitious world-changers.

While his grades had slipped into a freefall since feeding Makta-Ura, the teenager was able to stabilize in his senior year of High school. And while those grades were never able to recover to where they were before his contract began sucking him dry, he was still admitted to Lakewood University in order to pursue a degree in education. Keeping up with his studies became harder every year, but it was clear to everyone he met that he was fighting through some kind of chronic illness. He was barely making his way through his program- but he was still in it. And now it was finally his chance to enter the classroom and actually do something for the first time in years.

Arthur was still exhausted, but he was finally excited for the first time in a long time.

Other:
He’d always wanted to take up boxing, a sport that probably would help him greatly right now.

His father, Leonard Brzeziński, was a State Representative for decades before retiring from public life. He too was initially known for the strange disease that now seems to infect his son, though he began making a remarkable recovery two decades ago.

Matka-Ura

Spirit Name: Matka-Ura

Spirit Personality: Matka-Ura is… bitter. A caretaker by nature, but one who has seen all of her children killed, largely by humans. She has no love for mankind as a whole, and calls them the “Devourers”- destined to consume the entire world. Still, she is also a pragmatist. Humans killed her children, but humans also tried to protect them from extinction. The Brzeziński family was one such group of humans, and after bonding with their patriarch centuries ago, she has had enough experience with mankind to come back with a mixed opinion. Mankind was contemptible, but individual humans could be stomached.

She has always had a high sense of duty and honor, and expects any agreement- even casually made- to be upheld to the letter. She may, for example, pity the strain her contract places on Arthur, but has no intention of ever easing its strain on him. A contract was made, and she would collect her due. It mattered little that the man she was now bonded to had no say in the matter.

Her great span of time spent among humans has encouraged her to actually pick up some of their languages (Namely centuries-old Polish and modern English) and she communicates freely with her bonds. Perhaps not as “Equals” in the spirit’s mind, but it was far preferable to spending centuries communicating with scattered dreams and images. She delights in spending these abilities annoying the Brzezińskis whenever possible- out of boredom if nothing else.

Spirit Appearance:

True Form

Matka-Uras is an absolutely massive auroch, even by the standards of the long-extinct cattle. A six foot tall, Arthur’s head would barely graze the underside of her stomach. Runes of unknown significance and origin cover her body, and two massive horns protrude from her head. Still, in spite of her massive size the earth seems to be untouched by her presence. Her hooves leave no marks upon the ground, and not even the grass remains bent where stands. Her entire form radiates power, dignity, and… sorrow, for those that look upon her.

Sealed Appearance:

Sealed Form

Ever since Arthur was a child Matka-Ura has chosen to seal herself in the form of a plush mockery of herself. At first it was merely convenient- plenty of children had stuffed animals and it allowed her to communicate with him in a less alarming form- but as time went on and the growing boy asked her to change her form, she remained as she was. More than that, she began to make sure that he couldn’t get rid of her, and Arthur would often find that instead of shut in his closet like he left her, the spirit would be clipped onto his backpack by the time he got to school. She seemed to take great pleasure in irritating him this way, and even now he found himself unable to persuade her to change forms or leave him alone.

Summoning Abilities: Despite her massive size and strength, Matka-Ura’s abilities are not physical. Instead, she nurses her herd back to strength using the massive amounts of energy she has stored from centuries of feasting on the Brzeziński family’s spirit aura. While she could, technically, give energy until her reserves dried up, the Mother-Bull would outright refuse to do so, especially to aid “Devourers”. She is a pragmatist, and while she will give what she thinks she needs to in order to keep Arthur- and thus his future descendants- alive, she will keep whatever she thinks she’ll need to survive if the line suddenly dies out. She is a giver, but a stingy one.

Weaknesses

The biggest weakness the team brings, aside from Arthur’s chronic fatigue, is Matka-Ura’s bullheadedness. The spirit has agreed to protect Arthur (And his eventual descendants) but not smite his enemies for him. Even when her true form is summoned she will refuse to do battle with it, outside of trying to ward off any enemies that might get too close. She can also be incredibly stingy with her ability to restore spirit, and woe be to anyone who asks for more than she’ll willingly give.

The two also just generally lack a fighting spirit. The Mother-Bull is reluctant to get herself involved in “Devourer affairs” and Arthur has largely lost the fiery spirit that defined his youth. If he could ever convince his spirit to give back some of the energy she’d been feeding off him, and she willingly lent her powers to a battle, the two would be an incredibly formidable force. As it stands though, it’s far more likely that they’d die arguing before that happens.

Contract

Świętomarz, Poland, 1537

Peace. What Narcyz Brzeziński felt was absolute peace.

He was in a vast pasture that stretched farther than the eye could see. He had no memory of how he got here, and nor was he particularly concerned about it. All around him were aurochs, some grazing quietly, while others lay sprawled out on the grass in slumber. The animals were close to his family. They had watched over a small herd in their kingdom for hundreds of years, and even used the animal as their standard when marching to war. The Brzeziński family were not the most powerful nobles within the kingdom, but they lived comfortably.
Surely the sign of so many in this place was a good omen.

Still, as he looked around and gathered his wits he realized that something was… off. A different feeling began to creep into his peaceful existence, and Narcyz realized this place was far too still for the amount of life present. Cautiously, and wishing he had either a sword or lance with him, the man began exploring the pasture. It didn’t take long for him to come upon one of the sleeping aurochs and realize the reason for the strange stillness.

It was dead. All of the sleeping aurochs were dead.

Yes.

With a start the man turned around, intending to search for the source of the sudden voice, but he didn’t need to look hard. Immediately behind him was another aurochs, although this one far dwarfed the others in the pasture, and outsized the man by an order of magnitude. It’s body seemed to glow golden in the light of the sun, and markings that he could neither read nor recognize adorned its great body. He had never laid eyes on anything like her, and yet he knew-

Yes.

It answered for him before he could even finish the thought. Matka-Ura, the great Mother-Bull. Guardian spirit of The Aurochs.

Your people- The great Mother-Bull continued before he could collect his thoughts; Brzeziński. Your ancestors once made an oath to my children that you would see them prosper. You imprison them on your lands, you devour them as Humans devour everything, but still you have kept a number of them alive. For this, I forgive the harm you have inflicted upon my children, because everywhere else…

The thought did not need to be finished. All throughout the pasture, dead aurochs littered the landscape. They used to be spread far throughout the lands, but everyone knew that Poland was the last kingdom where they could be found. Even there though their numbers shrank, and the Brzezińskis controlled one of the last herds of significant size.

Your ancestors made an oath- and that oath has been found wanting. Is the honor of the Brzezińskis so little that they would forsake their promises? Prosper! My children have done naught but wither over time.

As intimidating as Matka-Ura was, Narcyz could not overlook this slight to his own honor. His family were not kings, they did not have the power to overlook an entire species!

“I beg your forgiveness Mother-Bull, but my family has done everything within their power to keep this oath. Your children on our lands are well cared for- and protected. We cannot oversee all of them-”

Clearly.

The great Mother-Bull’s eyes seemed to narrow after spitting out this interruption, but the expression was quickly replaced by one of… Resignation? Sorrow?

I have brought you here to give you a way to… amend this stain on your honor. To make a new oath- this time to me instead of my children. A pact, in order to help preserve what little of my children remain.

A pact. While he had not been there for this oath that his ancestor had made, he had no reason to doubt that Matka-Ura would lie about it. His family had, after all, always deeply tied themselves to the herd of aurochs on their land. If indeed his family had sworn on the prosperity of all aurochs then they had failed miserably, and that stain on their honor was unforgivable. Already the thought of this invisible smirch was making the young noble’s blood boil- but still he hesitated.

“This failure would be forgiven if I bind myself to you, Mother-Bull? My family’s honor will be restored?”

That would satisfy your honor, young devourer. To cleanse your whole line would require a commitment from your whole line. You and your children, to preserve what you could not make prosper.

The two fell silent for some time, staring back at one another. Honor was no small thing. Narcyz would be more than willing to kill a man who damaged it. He could, of course, refuse. Turn his back on the contract and forget it ever happened. What if Matka-Ura went to his children though? His grandchildren? What if they found out that Narcyz Brzeziński knew of the family’s stained honor, and refused to salvage it? Could he afford to ignore the deal?

Could he afford to take it?

After a while of internal conflict, the great auroch seemed to sigh.

Is it not enough then, your honor? The honor of your children? Fine, then I offer this, devourer. For as long as your family is bound to me, I will insure that your heirs grow up healthy and strong- to the point where they can take over this contract in their own right. I will restore their spirit in their darkest times, and lend them strength to overcome their greatest trials. This I offer in exchange for the spirit lost to me by the death of my children. Give to me what has been lost from the dead, and protect what remains, and I will give to you your lost honor and protect those who do not yet live.

Narcyz searched her face for any final signs that this might be a deception.

Then he nodded.

Spirit Wielders! (A roleplay where you sell your soul for powers.)

Chances are I'll submit my character tomorrow.

Emerald City

@RabidporcupineI've actually been waiting for you to join the Discord before answering you: But if they ever actually meet and decide to hold a conversation, I'm sure the two of them would probably be the most neutral relationship that's ever existed.

Also: Forgot to tag @TheWindel

Emerald City

… I have the day off.

He shouldn’t have even been having that thought. Luke didn’t dare look at his clock, but he knew with the amount of light streaming through the window that it was early yet. Too early to be awake on what was now a day off. Too early by far. And yet… It seemed his body had grown used to his new daily schedule, whether work was open or not. Worse yet, he wasn’t able to will himself back to sleep.

But I have the fuckin’ day off.

There was no justice in the world.

He was of course referring to his lack of sleep, not the missing mayor’s daughter. Even worse, his new workplace had decided to close up shop for the day- which was fine and dandy aside from the fact that it meant he would be losing a day’s pay. Luke didn’t have the luxury of keeping a well-stocked savings account: And that meant he’d need to eat a little cheaper for the rest of the month. Where was the justice in that? Absent.

Groaning, he finally gave up and dragged himself out of bed. A quick shower and change of clothes later- his usual “I don’t care how I dress but business casual is all I own” look- Lucas stepped out of his front door and into the unjust world. In spite of the protests of his bank account, his fridge really needed restocked. And his cabinets. And his bathroom. Surely there was at least one soulless corporate dollar store that was open in spite of the town’s recent tragedy.

* * * * *

Of course, there was. It was rare that Luke was thankful for corporate America, but every dog had its day. Still, he hadn’t yet bought all of the groceries he needed. For one, he wasn’t mentally prepared to make that level of purchase yet, and he may as well wait until he was ready to go home for the day anyway. Instead, he’d settled on a couple granola bars, a cheese stick, and a cheap little bottle of maybe-orange-juice. The breakfast of champions? No, but it was at least cheap. It’d be his lunch too in all likelihood, so he may as well try to enjoy it.

It was then, chewing on half a mouthful of granola, that fate intervened as he was trying to figure out what to do with the day. A familiar flash of red hair from down the street accompanied by a face he hadn’t seen in several months. He and Pepper had been coworkers for some time at his old job, but while the two had gotten along he’d been too embarrassed by his firing to visit the place in the months since. Not that the easy going Lucas ever admit that, but unfortunately facts never reworked themselves for his convenience. Still, running into her meant this day had a chance at being salvageable.

“Hey Pep! Fancy-fucking-meeting you here!”

Luke called at her from across the street with a wave from the hand that was holding his orange juice. Unbeknownst to him however, his greeting had caught the attention of another who looked on from the shadows. A creature that he was unfortunately familiar with, and seemed by this point would hound him until his dying days.

STARE

Emerald City

Luke Foster

Name
August Lucas “Luke” Foster

Birthday
03/18/1999

Age
20

Appearance


Neighborhood
A small efficiency apartment in the City

School
Straight D high school graduate.

Occupation
Employed at Retro Legends

Previously employed at Green Bay Cinema, but fired for asking “Huh, the fuck did we start showing that?” for one too many movies, in front of one too many customers.

Personality
Luke can best be described as laid back to a fault. An extreme fault. A man whose natural talents have been wasted not by circumstance, but by choice. He was by no means stupid, or even lazy, but he cared so little about school he only did the minimum to pass. He’s never made any attempt to apply for university, or even hunt for a high paying job. Unambitious and unbothered by it, he seems to cruise through life on one speed- his own- and seems determined to do the bare minimum to get by. While some would qualify such as laziness, he was quick enough to get a job both after high school and after being recently fired, and all of his bills are always paid on time. The minimum is always accomplished, just never more.

Still, his easygoingness does have some benefits, at least socially. While it’s hard to say if he’s ever been particularly close to anybody, Luke has certainly never had any trouble with getting along with people. His loose tongue can take a bit of getting used to, but it’s obvious he never means any offense with his language, especially considering it’s unlikely he’s ever cared enough to try to offend someone. Laid back, accepting, but not one to voice his own thoughts. An easy friend to have, but a hard person to connect any deeper with.

Still, he isn’t completely without passions, despite his general lack of care about anything. He clearly enjoys learning- with or without the grades or degree to back it up- and can often be seen with his nose in a book when he isn’t hanging out with one group of friends or another. Also, if you ever managed to get inside of his apartment, which not even his family has, you would see a keyboard set up with sheets of music scattered about, and a pair of headphones plugged in to keep his hobby to himself.

Short Bio
It’s hard to get Luke to talk about his personal life, but one thing he lets slip easily is that he was born into an average family of average means which provided him with an average childhood. His family did seem to move around a lot before settling in Emerald City, but has been settled into town for the better part of ten years now. He certainly considered himself to be a local, and this to be his home town. His father was a computer tech that was currently working out of their home, and his mother one of the overworked teachers trying to survive at Rowan Elementary. His sister, the jewel of the family, was currently trying to finish up a Master’s in History at Moore University.

And… that’s it. No great tragedies, no closet stuffed with skeletons (At least that Luke knows of, and he’s pretty sure he would have caught wind of any by now). He learned young and early that he didn’t particularly care of making anything of his life, and while this has strained his relationship with his family, it doesn’t seem to bother Luke much on the surface. Life is fine, and if it stops being fine he’ll do what it takes without complaint to make it fine again- but never go a step beyond that. That meant cruising through school with grades just high enough to pass, and cruising through life earning just enough money for his bills to be paid on time, and to put a little food on the table.

After all, what more than that does one really need?

THE MAIN CHARACTER

Name
Elizabeth?! No! Eliza?! LIZZY?!

Birthday
01/15/2013?!

Age
3?!

Appearance


Height: 20 inches!

Weight 28 pounds! The Pound?! Bad place!

I'm a dog! Woof!

Neighborhood
Wherever I lay my head is home!

School
School?! Wazzat?! Sounds fun! And tasty!

Occupation
Dumpster Diver!

Personality
I like to run, yes! And eat a lot! And chase cars sometimes! Squirrels are fun too but I sure don't know what to do with them! Also, I sometimes see this tail out of nowhere and I feel compelled to chase it! It always hurts me when I get it though! Uh... Did I mention I really like food?!

Short Bio
Wow, uh, I don't know! I live everywhere! East side of town has lots of food! West side of town has lots of garbage to play with! People don't really like me, but I see them with food and I can't resist sometimes! I'm pretty quick at running away too! Sometimes men come out of nowhere and try to grab me but I think they're stupid! Too fast for them! Lots of cats around too! They don't like me either.

Last winter was cold! Outside is big and fun, but I was inside once, it was so warm! How do other dogs get inside anyway?! I wish there were more dogs outside! Uh...

Um...

Woof!