Stitches

To Teluval, Farewell

Well, if the two of us can't join then I'm afraid I'll have to pass - by the looks of this RP I'm sure you'll have the spot filled up soon. Have fun guys!

To Teluval, Farewell

Hello, is this RP still open? Me and a friend might be able to join with our characters.

The Simple Blood ( A Survival Horror Bloodborne Roleplay)

I'd really like to join this RP but my knowledge of Bloodborne is limited at best...I've done some research and I still have a few questions, mainly about blood ministration. There's not much about it in the first place so I assume you'll take some liberties when it comes to the old blood.

- How common are blood vials in this RP? In-game the hunters use them as healing potions, are they as easy to find in this version of Yharnam?

- Where are they usually found - the Healing Church is meant to control the use of the old blood, but since it's so intoxicating and the description on the Blood Vial says that Yharnamites were heavy users, could it be possible they sold vials out to civilians?

- How addicting is the old blood? How long can someone go without getting a new 'fix', and are there any withdrawal symptoms? Are we treating this like a miracle drug?

- Does the quantity of blood consumed by an individual speed up the transformation into a beast? I know that the moment you take the infected blood you're pretty much screwed but I assume if you take a lot then you have a higher chance of turning into a monster?

- Does drinking beast blood do anything? It's not 'pure' old blood but it's probably a diluted version?

Like I said, there isn't a lot about blood ministration, even though it's such a common practice in Yharnam...if my character's used it then I'd really like to know how it affects them.

S.C.I.O.N - The Supernatural Concealment and Investigation Operations Network

Abigail Harlow and Brooks Lockwood

@Rhabdophobia

Brooks squinted his eyes as the harsh afternoon sunlight stuttered through the tall pine trees surrounding the road leading seemingly nowhere. Lifting the hand that was previously hanging out the driver's seat window to slap down the sun visor, Brooks let out a low irritating guttural noise to clear his throat, accompanied by the scratching of his slowly thickening beard, Brooks wasn’t particularly thinking about anything specific. For him, this was nothing but another normal drive on a normal day at his normal job to lead a normal life. “Almost there.”

Abigail murmured something incoherent in response, pushing the side of her head off the window pillar whilst rubbing her eyes blearily. “Uh-huh?” she continued, already starting to tidy herself up. She checked out her appearance in the wing mirror, tucking loose strands of hair behind one ear. One hand reached out to grab the large book spread open on her lap. “I hope we didn’t forget to pack anything this time…” she mused, snapping the book shut and pushing it into her backpack.

“They really need a grocers up there.” he’d nod in agreement, reminiscing about the countless times a toothbrush had been forgotten home. Abigail groaned in agreement, chuckling lightly.

“They love to boast about having a fuckin’...big library and research lab but god forbid you run out of tampons up there. Maybe we should ask-...” Abigail paused, frowning. “That’s the other thing about them, there’s no complaints department. Or manager. Or-...anything, really.” She looked over at Brooks searchingly.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I don’t stick my nose nowhere it don’t belong. I go for work, I do my work, I get my pay.” Brooks shot Abigail a glance as the pick-up truck finally turned its tenth swerve and onto a straight road, giving her a pursed-lip look while simultaneously lifting his fingers off the steering wheel and shrugging them along with his shoulders.

“That doesn’t piss you off?” asked Abigail incredulously. “What if it’s all some big ploy and we’re being controlled by the government? We- you- might just be a pawn in some large-scale manipulation of the supernatural world, unable to-”

“Alright, Jerry Fletcher, put your notebook away.”

Abigail cocked her head to the side. “Showing your age there you old fart,” she retorted with a smirk. Her smile faltered. She looked out of the window. “So uh-...did you get any targets for this week?” she asked reluctantly.

A contemplative sigh followed by the sound of Brooks’ beard rustling under another instinctive and thoughtful scratch, “Nothin’ yet, nah.” As the truck nears a dirt path splitting off at a seemingly random location on the road, Brooks gazed briefly into his rearview mirror to ensure no incoming car would see the transition before doing so. Abigail was less subtle - she twisted around in the passenger seat and squinted out of the back window.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s coming…” she rolled up her passenger window and tugged idly on the straps of her backpack.
“Mhrm, doesn’t even matter really.” was the last thing Brooks said before, around forty minutes later, the pickup truck found it’s destination at the entrance of the large, abandoned mansion that was the SCION headquarters. Abigail was the first to get out, shoving the door open with her shoulder and slinging her backpack onto her back in one fluid movement.

Brooks remained silent and waited as the pickup truck came to a halt before the S.C.I.O.N headquarters, still planted in his seat with the engine running. He’d silently watch her get out and make way towards the large front door of the seemingly abandoned mansion, at which he’d honk the horn to catch her attention: “You got shit in the back, carry it up.” Abigail jolted at the noise and wheeled around, thrusting two middle fingers into the air as she stomped back across the gravel to the pick-up truck.

“Fuck you too.”

“-Language-.”

Abigail shot Brooks an accusatory glare as she passed the driver’s window. She stacked and grabbed the three cardboard boxes with a grunt and gingerly made her way back inside. Luckily, Abigail didn’t need to see where she was going - she knew the route to her room off by heart and she couldn’t hear anyone coming her way. Plus it was always easy to find Abigail’s room, even if you don’t know your way around the Headquarters; there were always odd lights dancing from underneath the door and a floral “KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING” sign seemed to be affixed onto the door at eye-level without the use of an adhesive. The door swung open as Abigail approached. She entered, remained in there for a few minutes, and then left again to wander the corridors.

...At which point, Abigail discovered Ash staring wistfully at a window. She cocked her head to the side with curiosity before jovially approaching the vampire and flashing one of her signature smirks. “Y’know, if you want to go outside it’s as easy as putting on a coat and a hat...think I got a pair of sunglasses lying around in my room too, somewhere.” Her face scrunched up in concentration as she tried, in vain, to remember where she misplaced her shades. “I should probably look into making some sort of potion to get around that whole daylight thing, but I haven’t the foggiest where to start. Anyway, how’s things been around here?”

With the pickup truck stowed away, Brooks didn’t waste much time and made his way towards the kitchen. Still groggy from the drive, he aimed straight for the fridge with nothing but a grumpy grunt of acknowledgement towards anyone present. He rummaged through the shelves until he found a tupperware box with his name scrawled on with permanent marker. He slammed the box into the microwave, peeled the lid off, slammed the microwave door shut, jabbed at some numbers with his calloused fingers and pressed the start button.

S.C.I.O.N - The Supernatural Concealment and Investigation Operations Network

Hey, just thought I'd introduce myself; I've been lurking on the OOC for a few weeks now whilst working on my character sheet. It's been accepted now, so I posted it up on the characters tab - I look forward to RPing with you!

S.C.I.O.N - The Supernatural Concealment and Investigation Operations Network

Abigail Harlow

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Full Name: Abigail Harlow
Nicknames/Aliases: Abi, Harlow
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Sorceress
SCION Team/Rank: Blue Moon

Description:

A short, scrawny woman with pale blonde hair which reaches a little ways down her spine. Abigail’s nose is small and tilted upwards a little; she has dark blonde eyebrows, flawless teeth and thin lips to give her a bright and dazzling smile. Abigail’s body is frail and flat - she has pale skin, bony wrists and small extremities. She’s almost entirely flat-chested and she has a multitude of faint nicks and scratches along her elbows, knees, hands, ankles, and feet. Standing at 5’2, she’s hardly an imposing figure.

Her fashion sense can be summed up in one word - “Goodwill”. It’s likely the only things that aren’t second hand are her underwear. Jeans and hoodies are a staple, but sometimes she’ll be wandering around in oversized sweaters and torn chinos, or wearing gaudy tights and brightly coloured t-shirts with slogans written in polish printed on them. Regardless of what’s on her body at the time, she always makes sure it looks halfway-decent before she goes outside.

Personality:

Abigail bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to acting like any other cheeky teenage girl would. Her sharp tongue and witty comments are more than enough to get her in trouble; it doesn’t help matters that she’s as stubborn as a mule and doesn’t hold back when she gets mad. Often restless and always fidgety, Abigail has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that teen has been guilty of before.

The other side to Abigail is her intelligence; her curiosity was piqued at a very young age by her mother’s occupation and since then she was almost addicted to learning so-called ‘occultism’ such as voodoo or arcane magic. She displays a particular love for potions, which combined her keen grasp on botany with an outlet for her fidgeting through cauldrons, measuring ingredients and designing pretty labels. She enjoys debates and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, even if they devolve into shouting matches and sulking. Her sharp mind means that even if she couldn’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in.

Even if she acts like a smart-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own frailty than Abigail. Yes, she is passionate and stubborn and will fight for her voice to be heard but there are some situations where Abigail can clearly see she is physically weaker than most. Abigail isn’t afraid of running away from fights she can’t handle and has a healthy amount of common sense that inhibits her impulsive behaviour from time to time.

Skills:

Magical Affinity: The daughter of a witch with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, it was Abigail’s ability to harness magic that got her into SCION in the first place. In theory, Abigail could pick up any spellbook and practice the spells within - it all depends on whether she executes them properly and uses the right reagents. She’s inherited a myriad of spellbooks from her mother and knows a few simple spells off by heart. Other spells may be impossible to cast without a certain object such as a crystal or something to draw runes with. Some require sacrifices of blood, hair or tears - all of them are physically draining. The stronger and more prolonged a ritual/spell is, the more fatigued Abigail will become. It’s not that uncommon to find her asleep in the HQ, grimoire in hand and the scorch-marks of a half finished summoning circle somewhere in her general vicinity.

Alchemy: When she isn’t playing with powers beyond her control, Abigail takes to potion brewing like a duck to water. She always has a handful of bottles lying around in her room, fermenting or waiting to be used - antidotes, healing potions, poisons, charms-in-a-bottle...give her the recipe and she’ll give it a go. It’s a tricky art to get perfectly right, and she’s less experienced in this field, so she’ll typically refuse to try the more complex potions out of a concern for safety. A poorly brewed potion could do anything. It’s also worth mentioning that Abigail’s been known to slip elixirs into her baking too, for shits and giggles. Anyone with common sense wouldn’t leave her unsupervised in the kitchen.

Tailoring: Abigail’s mum used her job as a seamstress to hide her identity as a witch in Boston - it’s only natural she’d teach her daughter how to sew as well. Abigail’s got a knack for repairing and fitting clothes - things in her size are hard to come by, and a certain werewolf keeps ripping his shirts...it all costs money in the end, money that she doesn’t really have to spend on new clothes. It’s scary how good she is at getting bloodstains out of fabrics and she’ll happily repair your favourite blazer on a rainy day when she’s got nothing to do.

Deciphering: How the hell are you going to be able to cast a spell when the book’s in latin? Patience, a notepad, and a dictionary work wonders when you view ancient languages as one big puzzle. Give her enough examples and data and Abigail can work her way through an language, but obviously this could take weeks to get right, and translation errors are always an issue. Luckily when it comes to things like trying to summon spirits from an alternate reality using a book written in ancient hebrew Abigail won’t do shit unless she is POSITIVE she’s got the translation spot on.

Weaknesses:

Frailty: Abigail’s too curious for her own good sometimes. Constantly playing with spells and potions and what-have-you means that she is in a constant state of weakness or fatigue. She succumbs to the cold really easily, gets ill more often than others, and can’t over-exert herself without getting drowsy. She tends to sleep a lot too and has a voracious appetite.

Stubborn: If Abigail thinks she’s right, good luck convincing her otherwise. It’s her fatal flaw; she’ll do anything, no matter how stupid or dangerous, if she puts her mind to it and reasons it to be a worthwhile risk. She also has a nasty habit of overworking herself when she’s stressed, though it’s easier to stop her when she’s already half-asleep and can’t kick your shins as hard as she’s usually able to.

Asshole: She just can’t keep her mouth shut sometimes. She’ll piss off a werewolf until she’s being chased around the mansion by a bloodthirsty beast. She’ll insult, cuss, tease, ignore or flat-out bully people who she doesn’t like and only puts aside her differences when she has to. Let it be known, however, that Abigail’s aware she’s at the bottom of the food chain in SCION and typically avoids getting physical or provoking anyone to the point of attacking her when she can.

Brief History: Abigail officially joined SCION around a year ago, but many of the older members would have heard about her in one way or another from SCION veteran Brooks Lockwood. Her name’s cropped up once or twice way back in the past when she was a little rambunctious girl playing with her mummy’s spellbook, but those issues of magical concealment were minor at best and brushed off because she was too young and naive to know any better. It had the desired effect though - she was put on the register, the daughter of that one witch in Boston. The kid with the inclination to use magic for her own gains - someone to keep an eye on if the problem persisted when she got older. Luckily, it just so happened that she went under the care of agent Lockwood and magical incidents from there on were pretty much unheard of.

Abigail claims it’s the organisation’s love for ‘child soldiers’ that managed to get her into SCION at such a young age but when she’s being serious about why she joined she uses Brooks as the excuse. Nowadays you’ll see her wandering the halls of the HQ like some sort of incredibly lost uni student, books in one hand and a cold starbucks in the other, complaining about something trivial and stressing over deadlines for her research papers.

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

Me and a friend will be making character sheets for this shortly, if you're still open to applications.

Walking the Trail of Stars: Sci-fi 'Western' in Spaaaaace! [Still looking for adventurers, so come on in]

Please don't feel obligated to wait on my friend @Jbcool, if that is what you're doing. We're just about to start on the backstory section so we'll be here a while!

Walking the Trail of Stars: Sci-fi 'Western' in Spaaaaace! [Still looking for adventurers, so come on in]

Still working on the CS, should finish tomorrow!

Walking the Trail of Stars: Sci-fi 'Western' in Spaaaaace! [Still looking for adventurers, so come on in]

Putting my interest in here, me and a friend will start working on a CS now!