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The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Val produced a cigarette handed it to Ferd, lighting the match for him as Ferd inhaled. Val watched as Ferd took a hit and inhaled with closed eyes, he definitely seemed to love that cigarette. Ferd had a strong grip which could mean a lot of things, all Val knows is that a good handshake is the sign of a man. Maybe a good one, maybe a bad one, but hell it showed Val that his new cohort in crime was dependable. There was just a general rigidness about that Val had only seen in the boys back home who made back from that supposed war to end all wars. Val also heard that distinct Bostonness dripping off Ferd's words, he had only been their once when he was kid, definitely a lot of micks there. Val took a drag, slowly releasing the smoke,

" Huh a tomb raider? Ain't that the cat's pajamas. Well maybe we can figure something out about this mess." Val removed a handkerchief from his pocket and reached for the door, he really didn't want to go down like that Jennings fellow. The door creaked open, the one screw holding the beat up door to the equally torn up trim. They both entered the into the living room observing it's current state, Valentino chuckled softly.

"At least the breaking part of this was covered for us. Christ above I hope this house sitter is alright."

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

@Haydrian Cindel Its the life of an American writer stuck in the soulless place that is LA

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

The man raced his open palms, the international sign of "I come in piece." A small kiosk map pokes of of the gentleman's jacket, signifying that he was a contemporary out-of-towner. Val can normally read a person like a book, tell you who would be most likely to not repay their debts, hell even if they were bluffing. Everything seemed to be on lock down, except for his eyes. They seemed to be tired of everything, perhaps this observation could be clouded by the slacked in the tie and the undone collar. Yet for some reason he did seem like the trustworthy sort, the kind that wouldn't be bad to have in the proverbial corner.
Val loosened his grip on his gun, "He got a letter too? How many people are coming around on this little egg hunt? He reaches into his interior pocket and reveals his copy of stationary,

"Looks like this makes two of us in on this caper.' He folds the stationary up nicely before gently setting it in his coat pocket as his new cohort in this situation lowers his hands. "I'm Val." Valentino extends his hand out for a handshake, " You know anything about this whole situation? This sort of thing seems right out of novel."

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

@Haydrian Cindel I love David Duchovny, if you haven't seen Californication I wholeheartedly recommend it!

Fallout: The Frozen Northwest

Alexei

Name, Age, Pronoun: Alexei Kuznetsov, 28, He/him

Personality: Alexei finds it hard to trust any random wastelander, however when he does he is fiercely loyal. He can be rather loud in social situations, but that may stem from a constant consumption of whatever is alcoholic and available.

Short Bio: Alexei and his folks came from out east near New York, before the end of the Great War they traveled West ending up in the frozen wilds of Montana forming a tribe with other wanderers. Like many out there born into the harsh wastes, Alexei adapted early. From a young age he was a crack shot and with guidance from his father learned how to survive even in the most dire situations. Alexei is from strong stock by somehow he is light on his feet, many years of quiet steps on the crunch snow has led him to be quite the hunter. A few years back some raiders did what do best, and robbed, murdered, and raped anybody present in the town at that time. Alexei came back with a large radstag to a burned out husk of a town. With anger burning in his heart he tried to track down the raider who killed any and everybody he held dear. He never found them, but what did find was another community further west than he thought he'd ever go. Perhaps in an attempt to protect those who no longer lived Alexei agreed to lend a hand to help out the old fort town.
Image or Description: While still a young man he carries extra lines on his face. He is a well built man with shining blonde hair and blue eyes that carry a fire in them.

Role: Survivalist

Profession: Scavenger, Alexei prides himself on his ability to find ability to find anything and anyone, as long as he receives a nice bonus.

Traits: Logan's Loophole

SPECIAL: Endurance, Agility, Perception

Skills: Outdoorsman, Sneak, Small guns

Inventory:

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

@Roland That's pretty chill a writer getting involved in something right out of his own books will definitely be a cool angle.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Valentino Ricci

Valentino looked out the window as rain droplets trailed back, converging like a river. As the train began its deceleration some of the locals looked up due to the mild squeal of metal on metal. It was strange, their eyes seemed locked onto his car, throwing daggers at him. Something about this town really gave him the heebie jeebies, the overcast skies dampened the mood making everything around have a touch of malevolence. The train halts to a stop and the conductor hurries everyone off the train. Val gets shoulder checked by some miscreant, briefly he thinks to give that unkind gentleman the what for. Yet he just grits his teeth, "Probably best to not rock the boat" he thinks as he grabs his hat.

The wind chill hit Val like a brick, it's cold back in Chicago, but something about this place seems to have an extra nip in the air. He reaches into his overcoat and beside the Berreta was the folded up letter, "Alright 1111 South Curlew Drive, time to get ankling." Eyes continued to drill into the back of Val's head as he began walking looking for a street sign. At the next corner a scrawny kid, who couldn't be much older than ten, was yelling at the corner that he has newspaper for sale. Val approaches, his hat cocked sideways, "Hey kid how much for a newspaper?"

"That'll be two cents sir!" Despite the smile, his eyes seemed to tell a different story. They were big and surrounded by dark bags, yet something about them seemed off. Grabbing a dime from his pocket Val asks,

"Maybe you know where 1111 South Curlew drive is?" He flashes the Mercury headed coin and tosses it over before the newspaper boy hesitantly looks around.

" Go down three streets and take a right, you won't miss it." Val starts to walk forward when he felt a small, tight grip on his wrist. " Don't go looking for trouble around here." Something about the kid seemed serious, "Maybe I should stay on guard." Val pondered for a split second,

"I can take care of myself kid." The boy released his grip and began his newspaper spiel again. Val walks on, sliding his hand into his jacket for his pack of smokes and a match. With a fluid motion he lights his cigarette and drops the match, the smoke filling his lungs helped calm him. "What kind of place has some kid warning me?" he wonders to himself as he reaches the third street and takes the right. Around the corner a man is in front of the house, the door looking to be in poor shape. "This debt was already getting interesting." He thought as he approached the man, moving his gun to his outer pocket.

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

@Roland Looks good dude haha reminds me a little of Alan Wake

The Rain In The Cycolpean City. (H.P. Lovecraft/Cthulhu Mythos Roleplay)

Hide 'er I barely know 'er

Name: Valentino "Val" Ricci

Age: 26

Appearance: Approximately 6 foot tall with classic Italian features, black hair, olive skin, and brown eyes. He also has the aquiline nose of the Romans. Val is in the prime of his life so with the combination of his shady lifestyle and genetics he is in rather good shape.

Occupation: Bootlegger

Interests: Fast cars, baseball, reading

Fears and Phobias: Drowning never sat well with Valentino, despite the fact he has on the giving end of that situation a handful of times. The first time Valentino killed a man he was forced to hold the man's soon-to-be-deceased head under water. Just the struggling before finally collapsing still sent shivers down his spine.

Superstitions: Val will knock on wood to prevent bad luck, as well as the occasional sign of the cross for more dire situations. The quick hand of his mamma also instilled an unhealthy fear to not spill olive oil.

Skills: Pistols, amateur fighting, Italian, driving, charisma

Intelligence and Sanity: Val never did make his way Chicago university, not that he doesn't have the brains, he just never was cut out for school. The lack of book smarts is made up by street smarts. Val is not the kind of man to break under pressure, however some of his past deeds are pushed down deep, searching for a way out.

Back Story: Chicago born and bred Valentino was the only son of Salvatore Ricci, one of the Caporegime, the captains, of the Chicago mob. He was a strict man and a loving father, however when it came time to choose Salvatore put his other family first.Despite many broken promises Val still loved his father and from a young age to the current day he would do anything just to gain approval. This pushed Valentino into a life on the other end of the law. It really started with the trouble in school, which slowly increased to petty vandalism and finally to a full time job running bootleg alcohol from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.

Bootlegging is something near and dear to Val. The thrill of it all, pumped by each beat of heart gives him something he can't find anywhere else and its lucrative. Being in your 20's with a pocket full of cash makes you spend money like a fool and for the right car Val would spend a fortune. Luckily, one of the perks of being associated with gangsters was that they might be able to pick one up off the docks for a fraction of the price. However this lifestyle does have drawbacks. It was years ago, but Val can still remember it clearly.O ne of his father's men was seen talking to the police and any form of crime, organized or not generally does not look kindly on rats. Val still doesn't know why his father chose him to do it, maybe he needed to show dedication or possibly just prove he was a man, yet he still had to do it. It shook him to the core, but he soldiered on. Val has killed many men, but nothing was as haunting as the first.

As the years went on Val continued to make himself useful to his father and those above him. Things were good in his life until his father came down with tuberculosis. It started with blood on his handkerchief and quickly progressed. As of this year he has been confined to his bed and stays wracked by red viscous coughs. It was not too long back when a letter crawled in speaking of the an old debt that needed to be repaid. In his father's place Valentino Ricci is sent out and dispatched to settle matters of a time past.

Fallout: The Frozen Northwest

Hey I'm interested in this, I can get up a cs in a little bit