Stitches

The Night Watch 1913

Sorry about the absence, I had an exam to prepare for.

The Night Watch 1913

The moon hung low over the canopy, plunging the forest into near-impenetrable darkness. They had been travelling for a very long time and conversation became less of a pass-time and more of a burden for the duo who crashed lazily through the brush, snapping twigs and kicking up dirt as they plodded across the damp and overgrown path. There were two - they both wore dark clothing but aside from that they made very little effort to hide themselves. Almost no effort at all, in fact. The smaller one at the front was using some sort of heavy metal apparatus to bash aside thin branches and leafy stems, carving a path for the taller, paler figure who sloped lazily behind her. They were headed towards the campfire.

The two figures hadn’t exchange much up until they approached the camp, not seemingly all too bothered if the fire was a trap or not. There wasn’t much need for it. Victor and Abigail approached the campfire slower once they spotted the woman crouched beside the flames. With raised hands, “Mind if I take a seat?” said Victor at the pale haired woman as the two neared and eventually stopped by the fire. Victor didn’t waste much more time idling around and gawking into the darkness. He shuffled around the campfire, finding a relatively clean spot beside it and squatting down before landing on his backside with a relieved groan.

Abigail remained standing. She gave the murky silhouettes of the trees a cursory glance and rolled her eyes, rubbing her nose on the back of her knuckles. “I thought we were going to the tomb…” she remarked despondently, rocking from the balls of her feet to her heels, “this pit-stop seems a bit pointless to me.” She hardly looked at the other woman as she absentmindedly pulled out a crumpled paper bag, plunging a hand into it and pulling out a small hard boiled sweet. She popped it into her mouth and looked down at Victor. “Need anything?”

Victor shook his head, wafting a hand in Abigail's direction. “We’re not stopping here long. Fire’s a fire, and I need a sit.” Abigail nodded again and shifted her weight ever-so-slightly, scuffing her boots against the undergrowth with an air of restlessness.

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Abigail Harlow

Name: Abigail Harlow
Age: 28
Height: 5’2”
Weight:116lbs

Melee Weapon: The Cookie Cutter: A spring loaded, hand-mounted buzzsaw. When switched off, the blade retreats into the disc. The wrist-guard and blade can be pulled back a little at the flick of a switch, allowing Abigail to use both of her hands. Gripping onto the handle snaps the wrist-guard back into place and reveals the blade, and a small button on the side of the handle switches the machine on. Over time, Abigail has learnt how to disassemble and repair the machinery (and even if she forgets some parts, she’s written it all down in her journal). It’s taken her a significant amount of time to master, but she’s most proficient with this type of weapon. For practicality, Abigail wears a metal bracer on her other arm to even out the weight and work as an impromptu shield against incoming blows - if she’s fast enough.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon: Most of the money went into the Cookie Cutter, leaving Abigail with a bandolier of throwing knives. They’re flimsy and need to be hurled with some force to do some actual damage, but Abigail appreciates the fact that she’s always got several sharp objects on her person in case the Cookie Cutter decides to give up mid-battle. The handles have a hole in them for tying things to the handle.

Other Equipment: Serrated Hunting Knife, Bloodied First Aid Kit, Climbing Spikes, Box of Matchsticks, Cheese Wire, Paper Bag of Sweets, Morphine Syringes, Small Journal, Grappling Hook, Quiver of Crossbow Bolts, Courier/Letter satchel.

Hunting Specialty: Abominations - the bigger, the better.

Bio:

Abigail started off as Victor Strade’s personal courier - at least, that was the official term. Her skillset was a bit more varied from eavesdropper to blackmailer, a hoarder of information on various small politicians and a few mildly famous faces around St. Alves Republic. Her paycheck wasn’t too substantial but she stuck around with Victor for her own reasons. It also helped that Victor supplemented her paycheck with various gifts and commodities, from new shoes to a decent meal. In return, Abigail did the things that a man of class could not feasibly do; she knew the streets and alleyways of St. Alves like the back of her hand, and her short, bony physique helped her worm into all sorts of crawlspaces or climb rickety gutters without breaking the pipes.

When Victor started his training to become a hunter like his father, it seemed only natural that he taught Abgail too - if only to have a sparring partner that he could easily win against. It took Abigail several years to reach the hunters’ standards, and it was no easy task juggling a brutal training regime and her ‘official’ occupation on the streets. She suffered from bouts of sickness, exhaustion and multiple failed missions from her employer. During their first few missions together Abigail was more of a burden than an asset, and Victor finally decided to spend some of his own money to equip Abigail with some decent armour and weaponry. One of the most expensive items from this little shopping spree was the buzzsaw that Abigail rather affectionately nicknamed the Cookie Cutter.

All of a sudden, Abigail’s capabilities skyrocketed. With gear to match her fighting style she held her own against the monsters she faced. With each success Abigail refined her technique and the once-debilitating training regimes became significantly easier to manage alongside her work. Interestingly enough, the runt of a woman had a particularly gruesome method of dismembering the abominations that she fought against when Victor hunted the hidden acolytes in and around the St Alves area. Word spread of their efficiency, and Abigail used the beginnings of their reputation to dabble in her own missions from time to time. More often than not, she can be seen lurking in Victor’s shadow - Letter satchel in one hand, buzzsaw in the other.

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The Night Watch 1913

Abigail Harlow

Name: Abigail Harlow
Age: 28
Height: 5’2”
Weight:116lbs

Melee Weapon: The Cookie Cutter: A spring loaded, hand-mounted buzzsaw. When switched off, the blade retreats into the disc. The wrist-guard and blade can be pulled back a little at the flick of a switch, allowing Abigail to use both of her hands. Gripping onto the handle snaps the wrist-guard back into place and reveals the blade, and a small button on the side of the handle switches the machine on. Over time, Abigail has learnt how to disassemble and repair the machinery (and even if she forgets some parts, she’s written it all down in her journal). It’s taken her a significant amount of time to master, but she’s most proficient with this type of weapon. For practicality, Abigail wears a metal bracer on her other arm to even out the weight and work as an impromptu shield against incoming blows - if she’s fast enough.

Firearm/Ranged Weapon: Most of the money went into the Cookie Cutter, leaving Abigail with a bandolier of throwing knives. They’re flimsy and need to be hurled with some force to do some actual damage, but Abigail appreciates the fact that she’s always got several sharp objects on her person in case the Cookie Cutter decides to give up mid-battle. The handles have a hole in them for tying things to the handle.

Other Equipment: Serrated Hunting Knife, Bloodied First Aid Kit, Climbing Spikes, Box of Matchsticks, Cheese Wire, Paper Bag of Sweets, Morphine Syringes, Small Journal, Grappling Hook, Quiver of Crossbow Bolts, Courier/Letter satchel.

Hunting Specialty: Abominations - the bigger, the better.

Bio:

Abigail started off as Victor Strade’s personal courier - at least, that was the official term. Her skillset was a bit more varied from eavesdropper to blackmailer, a hoarder of information on various small politicians and a few mildly famous faces around St. Alves Republic. Her paycheck wasn’t too substantial but she stuck around with Victor for her own reasons. It also helped that Victor supplemented her paycheck with various gifts and commodities, from new shoes to a decent meal. In return, Abigail did the things that a man of class could not feasibly do; she knew the streets and alleyways of St. Alves like the back of her hand, and her short, bony physique helped her worm into all sorts of crawlspaces or climb rickety gutters without breaking the pipes.

When Victor started his training to become a hunter like his father, it seemed only natural that he taught Abgail too - if only to have a sparring partner that he could easily win against. It took Abigail several years to reach the hunters’ standards, and it was no easy task juggling a brutal training regime and her ‘official’ occupation on the streets. She suffered from bouts of sickness, exhaustion and multiple failed missions from her employer. During their first few missions together Abigail was more of a burden than an asset, and Victor finally decided to spend some of his own money to equip Abigail with some decent armour and weaponry. One of the most expensive items from this little shopping spree was the buzzsaw that Abigail rather affectionately nicknamed the Cookie Cutter.

All of a sudden, Abigail’s capabilities skyrocketed. With gear to match her fighting style she held her own against the monsters she faced. With each success Abigail refined her technique and the once-debilitating training regimes became significantly easier to manage alongside her work. Interestingly enough, the runt of a woman had a particularly gruesome method of dismembering the abominations that she fought against when Victor hunted the hidden acolytes in and around the St Alves area. Word spread of their efficiency, and Abigail used the beginnings of their reputation to dabble in her own missions from time to time. More often than not, she can be seen lurking in Victor’s shadow - Letter satchel in one hand, buzzsaw in the other.

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The Night Watch 1913

I'm sorry but I'm not going to post up a CS until there's an IC, since I'm worried older characters might be losing interest which will cause the RP to die out.

Streets of Champaign- A Call Of Cthulhu based Adventure!

Me and a friend are interested, we're just going to see if more people are willing to join before we start work on a CS.

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Oh, naturally, I'm sure there will be adjustments - but please don't leave everyone waiting on me for their IC posts. My CS is pretty much done and anything that needs fixing can be done long before we reach a point where introductions are no longer feasible.

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@Dynamo Frokane I was wondering about religion in this RP, are there any large churches? Could you give me some information about it? I'm toying with the idea of a religious character.

Scrapping this, managed to lay down the base of my CS and currently working on finishing it up. Any idea when the IC is coming out?

Edit edit: My CS is complete, just waiting on a friend to finalise his and we'll be good to go.

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Wonderful, we're both working on a CS right now. Should get it done soon!

Do we get to decide what monsters we turn into, or will you assign us beasts? Will they fit the character?

EDIT: There are considerable gaps in the OOC post - I thought it was my phone playing up but no, some zones don't exist yet and there isn't any info on a lot of the beasts. I'm not too sure how to make a CS out of the information given. At the very least, could you explain what Abominations and Acolytes are?

@Dynamo Frokane Tagging just so you can see the edit.

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Certainly interested, talking it over with a friend to see if we want to join. Are there 2 more spots?