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Blades of the Blood Coast

@POOHEAD189 Are you still accepting applications for new characters?

SECURE . CONTAIN . PROTECT

Dr. Victoria Badal

Name:
Dr. Victoria Badal

Aliases: ‘Vic’ ‘Witch’

Squadron: MTF Omega I (Beacon of Light)

Call Sign: SAVIOUR V

Age: 27

Occupation: Supernatural Expert (Also has been referred to as a Ghost Hunter or Voodoo Lady.)

Ethnicity: Black (Jamaican)

Hair: N/A

Eyes: Bright Brown

Height: 5’7 (1.7m)

Build:
Vic has a slim but athletic build similar to that of a sprinter.

Distinguishing Features:
Vic’s most striking feature is that she has a bald head. Both of her arms are covered in elaborate tattoos and she is often seen wearing some type of eccentric trinket around her neck.

Skill/Specialisation:
- Expert in paranormal occurrences worldwide.
- Extremely well versed in the mythologies and beliefs of many different cultures.
- Expert in recording, documenting, and learning from unknown entities.
- Handy with a knife (though as Vic often says, knives and bullets don’t have much effect on spirits.)

Personality:

Victoria is a naturally inquisitive and empathetic person. She has a slightly unnerving knack for asking questions that get right to the heart of the matter. Whether that be an unexplained phenomenon or a person. There are some who would say that Victoria prefers the company of the dead and the bizarre to the company of the living. These people are wrong. Dr. Badal just has a much easier time interacting with cursed mirrors and bloodthirsty monstrosities than she does people. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to be around people.

Quite the contrary, she is intensely loyal to those she considers friends. The hard part is getting people to stay through her ramblings about the sociopolitical effects of ancient Chinese alchemical experiments. Of course with all this study of the supernatural and difficulty finding friends, Vic hasn’t had much time to do any…fighting. She hates it in fact and only learned how fight with a knife to put her father at ease. That might make things difficult with the folks down at SCP, who seem to love shooting at unexplained happenings, much to Vic’s chagrin.


General background:

Vic first ended up on The Foundation’s radar back in March 2015, when she accidentally summoned a demon as part of research for a paper. Impressively enough though, she figured out how to cast it back to…wherever it came from with minimum damage. Thankfully, she was smart enough to conduct her studies in the woods. Didn’t help with the fire situation, however. We had to pay off a few local authorities and the dean of her college nearby. Regardless, this incident piqued the interest of some higher ranking members in The Foundation.

Fast forward to June 2018, SCP runs into her again. But she isn’t the emergency this time. An unknown sea creature had been snatching ships out of the water off the coast of Sicily and it seemed Victoria was hell bent on catching it. Our agents found her quite helpful actually and though they did have to riddle the thing with harpoons in the end, she managed to capture a few photos. Which we confiscated, she wasn’t too pleased about that.

We run into her yet again, October 2019. She tells our agents she’s trying to finish up her doctorate and that she’s been tracking a rather unique brand of poltergeist that’s been rampaging throughout New England. This spirit seems particularly destructive and, in what must have been a bout of insanity, Victoria told our agents she was trying to get the spirit to latch onto her so she could experience the haunting first hand. Considering the thing had already killed someone, this seemed ill advised. Victoria and our agents worked together to contain the being and she managed to get some valuable data. This incident in particular caused some stirring among the departments. Victoria was starting to make a name for herself.

Then most recently in April of 2020, an entire town was covered in a mysterious fog that trapped anyone who tried to leave. This time, Victoria reached out to us. It was her hometown in Jamaica. She and a team of some of our brightest scientists and most skilled soldiers braved the fog. They were gone an entire week. And when the fog finally faded, only half of them remained. Dr. Badal was one of them. That’s when we seriously considered her for employment here at The Foundation.

- Report from an SCP recruiter.

Lemme know if you want me to save this for the OOC.

SECURE . CONTAIN . PROTECT

Interested!! I'll get to working on a sheet.

A futuristic world with fantasy races, beasts, and magic

I'd be down to try it out.

An Unseasonable Chill

Bruce Baker

Bruce Baker

| Camping | Scorpions | Music | Commitment |

Physical Description:

Bruce stands at 5'10 and 175 lbs. His build is athletic but not bulky or super muscular. He has trimmed but slightly unkempt brown hair and a highly groomed beard that he takes a lot of pride in. His eyes are hazel and the left side of has several long scars across his cheek. He typically wears plain and warm clothing with some jewelry here and there. He has assorted tattoos down his arms and on his chest.

Age: 25
Relationship with Hildon:

Bruce was born in Hildon and went to school there before joining the army to go fight people he knew nothing about. If you'd ask him now, he'd say he couldn't even remember why he did it. When his contract was up he came back to Hildon, a different man than the one that left...

Occupation:

Officially? Bruce is listed as a tour guide. Which isn't untrue, he does give tours to people visiting the area. Only problem is Hildon isn't exactly a bustling center of commerce so Bruce turned his eye to...other methods of making money. Poaching, running and trading supplies for the black market all around New Hampshire and farther up the east coast, even working security for a few less than savory deals. His "business" takes him out of town quite a bit. He's only been back for two years but he's made a lot of connections and a decent amount of cash in that time. Which is why this blizzard is particularly vexing.

Useful Supplies:

Cold Weather Outfit: Being that a lot of his work takes him into the wilderness, Bruce is well acclimatized and wears a warm but mobile outfit. Nothing like the big, lumbering marshmallows that visit here.

Hatchet: A custom made hatchet that Bruce uses for a multitude of things. He never goes anywhere without it.

Backpack with first aid kit: Never know what kind of trouble you're gonna get into, especially if you're Bruce Baker, so best to be prepared.

Backstory:

Bruce was born on July 5th, 1984 in Hildon, NH. His father was a ranger and his mother a nurse at the local hospital. The two didn't exactly get along and Bruce grew up in an explosive family environment until they finally divorced when he was 13. During that time, he tried to get out of the house as much as possible. He ran with the other poor or neglected kids, a combination of natives, trailer trash, and miscreants. Though Bruce was smart, he always struggled in school and he would much rather skip classes and tear the town up than sit in Algebra 2. But around his junior year, he realized that if he didn't pass highschool on time, he would have a tough future. So he put his head down and grinded classes out and was able to graduate in 2001.

Then 9/11 happened.

Bruce felt the collective rage of America and wanted to do something about it. But more than that he wanted to get the hell out of Hildon. Though he graduated his GPA was low and he didn't want to think about how he was gonna get into college. So he enlisted in 2002 and was on a bird to Afghanistan by the end of the year. His story in the army was the same as the other thousands of soldiers who went into that part of the world, ignorant of people and culture and ignorant of their own leader's intentions but ready to kill nonetheless. The experience gave Bruce some needed perspective and when he was able to visit his Hildon on leave, he found he enjoyed the experience. But he wasn't ready to truly return home. Not yet. He deployed to Afghanistan twice. He returned early on his second deployment, after narrowly avoiding death by a grenade that still shredded up the left side of his face.

After that, he was ready to return to Hildon. Bruce rolled back into town in 2007, five years after he left. And Hildon was the same as ever. He supposed small towns never really changed...

An Unseasonable Chill: A Horror RP

I'm down.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

Hey all, I have some unfortunate news. Recently, I've been having to pull nearly back to back 24 hour shifts at my job which is why I've been quiet. I really hate to do this to you but as of right now I won't be able to continue running the RP. I simply don't have the time or even energy. Again, I'm so very sorry, there's been a lot of changes IRL that I couldn't anticipate and it's really screwed everything up. Thanks for sticking with it up to this point.

Mass Effect: Vigil

Havana, Cuba

February 7th, 2187

Mid-Morning

Kaya walked lazily on the shoreline, letting the waves wash over his bare feet. He had opted for a summer yellow outfit that he had seen in a shop earlier that morning. He was surprised the humans had Salarian clothing for sale and stylish at that. It was a sleeveless top that had flowers stitched into the yellow fabric. Kaya thought it reflected Havana quite nicely. He was grateful that they were finally out of Windhoek. He found the climate of Cuba far more pleasant. He had sent out a message in the squad chat that he was heading down to the beach, if anyone had wanted to join him. Whether or not they joined or actually responded, it didn't bother him. Kaya was used to being alone. He thought briefly back to his hatchmates. Kaya hadn't heard anything from them since the reapers fell. Last he heard was that Erinle was accepting refugees and the reapers were passing them by.

He watched human children laugh and play in the water, splashing each other and screeching with delight. How odd to think that they were only a few years younger than he was and yet were not even close to adulthood. Kaya silently moved on. He thought on the topic often, which he was sure that wasn't healthy. The only species that were shorter lived than Salarians were Vorcha and the less said about them the better. But then, he always came to the conclusion, what would he even do with extra time? Humans spend half their lives sleeping. Asari and Krogan often wander the stars in search of meaning, sometimes never finding it. Well, maybe the Krogan don't need to find a meaning. Quarians live for the good of the flotilla and Volus...well, they like to turn a profit, Kaya supposed. The Turians seemed to wring purpose out of whatever they find, Kaya wondered if they had such dilemmas.

And then there were Salarians. They burn bright and brilliantly and they fade out fast. It was a fact that made Kaya very proud and a bit sad. He shook his head. He wished he wasn't so melancholy. Kaya turned back towards the water and the humans enjoying the sun. If any of the squad came with him, he might go talk to them. But at the very least, he would try to be in this moment.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Andreyich That's fine.

If anyone wants to post before we moved into Ashland, do so now. I'll be moving us forward tomorrow evening.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Eviledd1984

No you're fine, if you don't have anything else to say don't force it.

@Andreyich

I'll send you a Pm tomorrow with the details of what you find in the town.

Sorry all, its been a bit busy for me lately, so I might be a little slow in responding.