Torn

The beauty of the Hinatuan Enchanted river (F looking for M, 18+)

Chuck me a PM, aye?

Apotheosis planning/ic

I might be interested. I'd prefer to pick my own power, though.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

@Kalas I know. I'm awesome, right?

... What exactly is it you like so much? :p

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

T E L L T A L E 8 6: T H I S I S W A R

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^{Monday, March 27 2017, 15:13 | Interstate Express Train line 304, somewhere in Pennsylvania}

"You alright there, kiddo?"

Henric suddenly looked up from his PC screen, eyeing the man in front of him. The old coot seated across from him smirked at Henric knowingly. "You look a bit distracted," the man jested, to Henric's slight annoyance - and entertainment.

"Har, har, Frank. You know I'm working," Henric retorted. His aging african-american associate chuckled, looking into an old-fashioned paper. He looked pretty dapper with his suit and reading glasses where he sat, a stark contrast to Henric - a white man in his tweens in a leather jacket, hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, sitting just staring at a laptop screen. The two looked like more of a mismatched pair than a green sock and a single bright-orange sandal - yet their banter reflected their relationship.

"Yes, I'm sure you're busy chattin' with your pen pals," the old man replied with a grin. He knew, of course, exactly what Henric was doing. Scanning online forums for keywords to gague how the public felt - metasystems analasys - as well as chatting with his associates in various online groups in order to get the most up-to-date information on what was going on in the city - not unlike pre-heist recon. "Why not sit down with a proper paper, son? Solve some sodukos or crosswords while you're at it. That storm doesn't look like it's going anywhere anyway," he said, smiling.

Henric looked over his screen at the most recent news, ignoring the old-timer. The forums were abuzz - reddit was almost on fire, and even the darknet was overflowing with speculation and chatter. "It's sudokus. And Crescent City's D.A. just got hit, at Blake's rally. Chatter says fatality." It was disgusting. Alright, so a D.A. was a representative of the powers that be, but Henric firmly believed that exposure had far more lasting effects than a bullet. Besides, she didn't appear to have been the target. If you're going to resort to violence, at least do so with precision, Henric thought to himself.

Frank lowered his newspaper with a look of slight surprise. "Really? Perhaps the situation is worse than we thought," he admitted, with an expression of slight concern. Looking at Henric, trying to find some trace of emotion, the man took a sip of his coffee. "You're sure you're not batting our of your league, kid?" he asked, knowing full well what the reply would sound like.

"There is no such thing as distance. And size on a computer isn't an asset to anyone but the hacker," Henric replied, predictably enough. "But we'll spend some time getting our bearings and doing groundwork before we do anything drastic," he continued. Caution was a wise man's tool, he knew, and he didn't want to drag his associate out of his comfort zone, either; he'd grown fond of and dependant on the old coot's experience.

Frank sighed, still looking at Henric for signs of actual emotional involvement. "Good, good... Well, we have our work cut out for us then, don't we?" he asked, eventually turning back to his newspaper.

Henric looked at his screen, nodding slightly. "Yes, that we have..."

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^{Monday, April 10, 2017 - 08:39 PM | La Maison Noire - Milk Street, Pointe Bordeaux}

Telltale sat outside the apartment building, in his car, taking a drag of a cigarette as the woman he recognized as Veronica De Vitis left the complex. He pondered what this all meant, as he had done for quite a few hours. Previously, tracking the woman he hoped would make for leverage to help slow down the arms race in the city, Telltale had found himself also stalking the son of the recently murdered D.A., which struck him as especially peculiar. Crime boss' daughter and son of a murdered district attorney. Coincidence? Hardly. But who's playing whom, I wonder. He hadn't dared enter the garage or apartment - there were no surveillance systems around to help him - so he'd resorted to the good ol'fashioned stakeout. Finally it was paying off. Telltale turned his attention to his computer for a moment, typing in a quick message.

>Telltale86: Vero De Vitis humpin DAs son. Coincidence?

He took another drag of his cigarette while he waited for a reply, his gaze returning to the apartment complex. Joseph Thoreu just became a hell of a lot more interesting, especially considering his background. Wherever Telltale looked, the guy looked like a do-gooder, but Telltale didn't trust a man with no skeletons in his closet. He looked up into the window, noting the lights, before a ding from his laptop distracted him.

>BinaryAura99: Unlikely. U gonna check the crib?

Telltale looked back at the apartment, humming to himself. The guy didn't seem to have any security measures of note installed, and if the guy had power, there would be a computer to hack. Might be worth the risk, he thought to himself, before typing down another message.

>Telltale86: When he leaves. What's the latest?

He looked back at the apartment and saw shadows move. Not long after did Telltale spy a figure going down the stairs, into the garage.
Ding!

>BinaryAura99: Bounty on the girl. Gangs r meeting up. Do ur thang, ill cover the net.

Telltale watched as Joseph left the apartment complex on his motorbike, and waited for about three minutes. Then, stumping his smoke, he closed his laptop, and stepped into the downpour, towards the building's entrance, casually pulling out his lockpicks as if checking his wallet. The door to the apartment was picked in seconds, and Telltale went inside, looking at the mailboxes.

Joseph Thoreau, apartment 204. Telltale went upstairs, his mannerisms making him look perfectly at home in the complex. Going up the stairs, Telltale switched on his neural augmentations, preparing to go to work.

The door to the apartment took a few seconds to pick, but Telltale was soon inside, closing the door behind him softly. He looked around for a few moments - making sure to leave everything in its place - before finding Joseph's computer. Jackpot. Telltale picked a USB plug from his pocket and put it in the computer, rummaging around the house while he downloaded the browser history for the last few days, taking special note to save passwords and usernames in a seperate file. Finally, Telltale decided he'd seen enough. He left three bugs, two shaped like flies and the other like a small beetle, in the stuffing of Joseph's couch, under the spacebar on his keyboard, and the bedframe. He plucked his USB out of the computer when he was done, and left the apartment, locking the door behind him.

Fractured [ Action | Adventure | Airships ]

@Jacobite and @Sylph: For your consideration - my adapted character!

Henric Mellowstone

Henric Mellowstone

^{Gentleman pirate with a love of all things technical.}

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Master Henric "Henry" Mellowstone, A.K.A. Tech-rick

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31 years, 17 at sea!

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Yes. I mean, male.

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Gekkō, son of an information peddler and a local "working woman". Has a second home in Hidōshuu, a small smugger's island not far from Tsukuyo.

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Old salt, what can I say? He has along, raven-black hair typically tied back in a ponytail, and takes great care with his appearance - always neatly trimmed mustache and beard. He typically wears a sort of vest or cuirass made from scales of an alloy that is one of his professional secrets. Beside this, he tends to wear sturdy boots and gloves, made from leather and with plenty of hidden pockets for gadgets and small weapons, and sturdy, easy-on-the-eye clothes made from wear-resistant fabric. He also tends to wear a bandolier, as he has both sidearms and long arms he uses in fighting. His belt carries his swords and four duelling pistols, as well as a number of pouches for equipment.

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Henric is, to all intents and purposes, an absolute oddball. Eccentric to the max, this old pirate thirsts for three things in life: Knowlegde, excitement, and the unknown! Okay, there -is- a lot more to him, but on the surface, that's all he shows to those who are not in his closer circles.

In reality, Henric is a very inquisitive man. Despite having zero magical talent, he has a keen interest in the theory, and possible applications of magic in real life. He is also very much a realist - he will not pursue a good cause just because it is good, but will consider how feasible it is. Mostly, this makes Henric an explorer - an explorer of land and sky, an explorer of academia, an experimenter with gadgets and gizmos. He plans to forge his legacy in steel and stone - or whatever fancy material he's destined to invent or discover.

He is not above doing something for personal gain, as his years as a pirate will attest. More often than not, he does something for his own sake. However, fighting the good fight or promoting the good cause is often a challenge, something this perpetually bored man will welcome more often than not. This all makes him a rather unlikely philantropist, but at least he usually gets the job done.

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● Sailing & navigation
● Engineering (particularly metallurgy)
● Well-versed gunslinger

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While Henric is capable of many feats of chemistry and science, acrobatics and combat, Henric has zero magical powers, can barely roast meat on a stick over a fire, and is absolutely terrible at stealth, at least compared to other pirates. He is also not blessed with a particularly hardy constitution or heavy armour, so he won't survive long in a prolonged battle.

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Henric, as stated earlier, was born the son of an information peddler in Gekkō, to a woman in one of the city's places of ill repute. Despite the nature of his conception, Henric knew the love of both parents his entire life, and was quick to pick up on his parent's bartering and information collecting skills. He also grew adept at making these bits of information fall into place in relation to one another, soon learning the art of blackmail as well. He was always bookish, as reading and understanding was paramount to his success in his father's profession, but got bored in his teenage years and decided to take aboard a ship.

For six years he was a swabbie, then a deckhand, then a midshipsman aboard a pirate vessel. There, he learned the ropes of an airship and how to use force to get what he wanted. He'd often claim books taken in a raid as his share of the spoils, always eager to expand his knowledge. However, during his sixth year of pirating, henric grew tired of the gig - he felt it lacked refinement and grandeur - and moved on to other exploits.

He travelled around for a time as a tinkerer, buying broken things, repairing them en route to the next town, and reselling them at a profit before repeating the process. During this time he grew highly adept at working metals, and particularly clockwork and machinery.
This went on for another four years before Henric turned to yet another way to pass his time - pirate hunting.

Yes, Henric went on to shamelessly hunt the very pirates of which he had once named himself a number. He took hire as airship engineer aboard an imperial pirate hunting vessel, and spent five years honing his abilities as a sailor, inventor, and fighter. The crew would occasoinally take smuggling jobs on the side, low-key like, to earn some extra scratch.

Peddling his inventions and providing his services as a tinkerer in various ports eventually earned Henric enough money to buy a ship of his own - a cutter, large enough to serve as a floating, sailing workshop. Captaining this ship for the last two years, Henric has turned a sweet profit, divided and tied up in real estate and various enterprises around the Empire, and beyond.

Recently, however, with the urge to explore the unknown, came a need for sailors of daring, skill, and innovation to overcome the challenges of the hitherto unknown. Henric being Henric, he jumped at the chance to be the airship's resident engineer when invited, docking his ship and preparing immediately, sending his perplexed and overworked apprentices to practise their crafts in the unforgiving world.

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Let's make this short, shall we? Fame, glory, excitement, book publishing rights. Yes, he really expects book publishing rights.

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- 2 cutlasses
- 4 duelling pistols
- Scalemail vest (secret alloy)
- Matchlock rifle
- Canteen
- Light-filter goggles w/ magnifiers (UV, binocular and magnifying glass)
- Rope
- Engineer's multitool
- Lockpicks
- Notebook and pen
- Flare gun, canisters
- Knife (Wristguard sheath)
- Sturdy gloves w/ steel wristguard
- Sturdy boots w/ steel shinguard
- Bandolier with ammo

Fractured [ Action | Adventure | Airships ]

... Please don't tease the new guy, @fishguy. What am I missing? :(

EDIT: found it. Thanks, @MiddleEarthRoze. Fishguy, you are a terrible person.

Fractured [ Action | Adventure | Airships ]

I'd like to chuck myself on this bandwagon. Is there, like, a char sheet?

Fractured [Action | Adventure | Airships]

Me likey! I have an old, true and tested template I can adapt to this setting :D If you're still accepting.

Aztec Vampire Story!

So I was thinking about playing a bit with Aztec history and culture, as well as its extremely rapid downfall.

The idea is based on that the human sacrifice and bloodletting rituals in Aztec society was largely due to the majority of their clergy being vampires; vampires whose position of power and religious authority allowed them to thrive unlike any vampire society before or since. As the history nerds among you will be aware, it took no more than 2 years for the Aztec empire to crumble completely, after the arrival of Hernán Cortéz, the spanish conquistador, who in this story will be a vampire hunter!

Take the role of Aztec, Spaniard, or some other character from the era, and play your part in this dark, unknown story, forgotten by the annals of history.

This will be a free-form, campaign-driven roleplay divided into chapters, should the interest be high enough.

the god arrives

Okay. *leaves room*