First off wanted to say hi to SalsaVerda & Aeolian who are in the RP. Glad to see my peeps still are around.
I lowkey am missing Exit, Rockette & Lionhearted.
The backstory I provided has some mature themes people might not be comfortable with so if you don't like depressing shit then this will make your stomach turn (do not read homies).
Before I jumped on this thread drunk off the nostalgia I read through all the IC posts and the characters to get a feel for the cast.
I went back and read my first Bleak character Nick Kroger, kind of a hired gun, a jackass - reading through the RP he was remorseful, repenting for the sins he committed whiled contracted to one of the corporations. He got some people killed, now he was stuck in Helston helping people out from the impending alien invasion and subsequent corporate subjugation of the free town (corps controlled the water in this rp).
This was 6 years ago.
In B l e a k C e n t a u r i, Zach Cortez (who didn't get to see IC play) was a pilot 'Aeon' like a Regalia who worked for the corporation of the sector he lived in, was an ace pilot, trained badass (see the theme?). When his best friend/co pilot goes missing he kind of wakes up from this propaganda and looks into why he's fighting in the first place.
In Spirits of Aeon, I was lazy - sorry. I just took the best friend Rob Hernandez and adjusted it for the virus setting. I'm looking through my posts and I basically write like I'm Jack Reacher, I'm a bad writer guys I'm sorry. Despite the character lacking a lot of character sheet depth I brought it back with the posts I made, being buddy buddy with Rockette's character was cool and I still have fond memories of that RP.
In Between then and now I grew as a roleplayer, in weird and new ways. I have a particular affinity to playing 'weak' characters, and when I say that I mean in terms of fame or power level. Alex is a nobody, an unknown she never used her dominant - yet. As well she's hella mundane, except for the Blackwell hook she's a normal girl going through very fresh and raw grief she'll have to address later in the RP.
I feel this time around I've given a more fleshed-out character for the GM to build onto if arcs or plots become available to pursue rather than closing ranks and marching forward as some punchy superhero or epic badass.
@Mirandae I'd like to take Doubt permanently for Alex as a negative card.
Sorry for all my yapping, it might be especially confusing to new people. I'm just really dedicated to this saga, hope you enjoy reading the sheet for those that do. Tissues may be required.
P R E S E N C EAura.
Alex doesn't really have an aura, if being a dork, nerd, geek-dweeb was an aura then that's what Alex had, or well er, has. Being secluded in a basement, tinkering on shit, hacking or plotting the next play like a master tactician was a thing. Oh uh, guess that means Alex doesn't have a lot of friends. Being the 'weird' one in a social dynamic often left much to be desired but that was the hand Alex was dealt. The young genius can often be found using vocab such as "Sup dewd" and "Woah are you guys like - real Reggies?" (Slang for Regalia because the formal word is just too boring).
When Alex does get in the zone, she's bubbly, she's fun - she's fucking normal dewd!
It's hard to come out of your shell when you've been cooped up in one for your entire life? It can be hard to live a little when sometimes, maybe what's the point in living this expensive, oppressive corporate shit hole world anyways.
That's, that's Alex's aura.
Fuck you Blackwell, Monarch & Vanguard - Etro willing.
C H R O N I C L EPart Ⅰ - Welcome to the end of my pathetic life.
That would be a cool name for a book, or a web series something you could watch and stay quiet for while consuming all the melodrama, tragedy, and sorrow your little hearts could contend for. Though to Alex, she thought it was a stupid title for a suicide note - no one would read this shit. Sitting in her tiny ass room in her parent's house, a pistol sat on her desk while stolen Blackwell tekk kicked around her room with posters of Laura Genieve hung from her oily walls telling her to eat better, smile and maybe you'll become a Regalia. Alex ripped the page out of her notebook, crumbled it up, and threw it across the room into the small wastebin which was overflowing from suicide notes of the last few hours.
Why the fuck was it so hard, why couldn't she even get this right?
"Fuck, this - fuck my life!" Alex muttered to herself, half cocking her pistol. She didn't need a note right, the living would understand. Maybe a Regalia could just read her dead body and tell her mom where it all went horribly, perhaps it could be Laura Genevieve and they'd talk about it on a night show about how gruesome it was and how traumatized her mother would be.
Maybe Laura could just bring back her dad from the dead.
The plastic polymer frame dug deeper into Alex's mouth as she ate that cheap pistol of hers, the metal barrel tasted cold along her lips and tongue as she shoved it far enough in. Alex didn't even gag anymore, she had done this too many times for it to be normal. A foot found its way onto the desk as she knocked off the family photo of her and her parents before closing her eyes, the trigger felt so heavy in her fingers and before it could be depressed.
"Hey 'Lex? Dinner is ready." A familiar chipper voice came from downstairs, it was her mother again saving her from her stupidity. "Mmmfff - okay MOM I'm coming!" Alex returned the call, half choking on that pistol of hers she whipped it towards her bed as it bounced off a shelf falling somewhere underneath the mattress in the darkness of her room. Standing up, Alex wiped away the beading tears streaking down her face as she looked at that photo once again.
How could she ever get over him being gone?
This story wasn't always a sad one, this young machiavellian who was too smart for her own good wasn't always staring down the barrel of her gun.
Part Ⅱ - A dad and his daughter
Dad was a corporate type, the one to slave away to Blackwell to earn a paycheque. The world we live in calls for a form of voluntary slavery and life in Arosa City was hella expensive for the Alameda family what were they going to do, steal to survive? (Heavy foreshadowing, bros.) Alex in her early stages of becoming a badass was a book-heavy kid, her face was always in between pages rather than the legs of the more popular kids or on a table snorting a line of black ice chasing the next high. She always had a strong bond with her family, and family was the only thing that kept some together in this hellish city.
Regalia sucked - yeah I know, we all thought this was a story about a go lucky famous Regalia. No one is anyone without enslaving oneself to corporate, religious, or political interests. Watching Laura get big on TV growing up, and consuming the slop (propaganda) that came along with made Alex sick to her stomach. She was in the boat, and the only good Regalia was Etro. The rest? Imposters, devils, demons - the Alameda family was not 'super' religious, but skeptics thought this skepticism wasn't enough to save them from tragedy no matter how much they called out for Etro.
Dad was whacked by Blackwell - straight up, no other way to lace it. He was doing too well, or too poorly. Middle management is always blamed for something, and finding her dad brutally killed was not only traumatizing but blaming the corporations came naturally to the geek who always was distrustful not only of Regalia but the corporate structure as well. The funeral was small, all black, and without many condolences - she couldn't stop crying, never did. That's when the dominant came in and took over. Nuff said, nothing interesting past this point.
No really - kind of? Powers didn't manifest, she couldn't change - didn't. Maybe it was for the best, especially when you're grieving the rest of your damn life over some corrupt megacorp crushing your dreams and family. Magic came though, over time - managing it was a bitch, is a bitch. She was still useless.
Agents of chaos don't always make sense, but they love to misdirect. Alex started striking back where she could, stuff 'fell' off Blackwell trucks, servers were hacked, and domains hijacked. She was gifted (oh right) school was easy for her, comp-sci was what she rushed through but art was her passion before it all came crashing down. Her hate was redirected to a faceless corporation, she'd ruin them all. She was a rock against a machine, finding her killers didn't matter they all had to pay.
Alex is not the hero of this story.
A six-month stint in corporate jail left her weak and broke, her family now in debt after being caught attacking a security guard - dewd was a Regalia and fucked her up mighty good. They chalked up her magic as her being some crystal-gobbling freak, didn't do her any good in the stockade either.
Wobbling out of Blackwell's Hernandez Local Detention Centre sometime later, she made her way home like a traveling nomad. The gun and bullets were easy to get, the will to use them was a different story.
Mom's food didn't even taste like anything anymore like all the 'fun' and 'magic' of mom's cooking was gone.
Nothing was fun anymore
Part Ⅲ - Why try?
"I'm useless." Alex said at the dinner table, Dad's spot was empty and hadn't been touched since he was gone. Been about a year you'd think mom would do something about it. Alex didn't touch her food much as mom chowed down, though stopping after Alex's comment. "No you're not 'Lex, you have so much ahead of yourself girl. Think about all those jobs you applied for?" Mom's face was strained, she hid it well - the grief. She didn't cry if Alex could hear or see it, they both were just stuck in this sucking perpetual cycle - they were all suffering and there was no way out of this sinkhole.
The young woman's eyes wandered to the dozen or so rejection letters sitting on the counter nearby, she hadn't opened them all but someone did. No one knew she was a Regalia, she didn't tell anyone - hell she kind of didn't even know. The changes with her? Just a sick joke from Etro he was a comedian, if she killed herself would he even let her die? Alex weakly picked up her fork as she gnawed at the mashed potatoes making an attempt to eat - to satisfy the world she was 'trying' and it oh was it so hard.
"Mom.. I want to kill my-" Before the sentence could even finish it was like a whip her hand slapped across Alex's face. It was stunning, the taste of iron formed along her lip where she cut herself on her teeth mid speech. Bitch.
"Enough!" She was fast, Alex tried to get up - was running defending yourself? She wasn't able to get far before she fell, mom's hands around her neck, was this shaking sense into her? It felt like she was choking, almost like the guards grip back in jail but it didn't feel as humiliating. "Enough of this... This self fucking loathing girl! I didn't raise you to feel sorry for yourself, we're all hurting! You're just... so goddamn selfish Alex Alameda! You're not killing yourself! I'm not losing you too, no way missy." She was on the verge of tears, Alex couldn't breathe - Mom was strong, got strong. Happens when you're all alone for six months.
"You-You're going to go to that festival, you're going to come home tomorrow night with a plan, god damn it Alex! Get a job, get some friends. You can't sit in the basement another night!" Alex's digits pried and dug, breaking the grip as she pushed herself away from her mother. Her neck was red, probably she had done it this time. "Oh god Alex - I didn't mean to - I'm.. I-" with that her Mother retreated from the Kitchen to her room, and stress levels from both women were at an all-time high.
"Guess you have something to do tomorrow, Alex." A voice came from within her, it sounded like her father. Coughing, relieving her airways Alex rubbed her neck as she peeled her body from the ground and returned to her alcove.
With her gun missing in action within the jungle that was her room, Alex played around with a lone 9mm bullet sitting on her desk as the brass danced in her fingers. She looked at the festival details online, looking at the Regalia that would be there.
Lauren, Akamu, Cassiel.
One of them could help her, and if not?
Dad wasn't buried too far away from Landow.
Putting the brass between her teeth only one thought came to mind.
Blackwell.
H O M EHi welcome to Estren!
A younger, teenage Alex said in a school video presentation.
We're part of the multi-nation coalition, on the map Estren borders Dalmasca, Wutai and Tresau! They all come together and meet at the Four Rangers peak where the border intersects, history says there was a big battle there a long time ago - but we're all friends now! Alex smiles, a pair of braces on her teeth, paid by Blackwell of course.
Estren is known for its contribution to the corporate culture here in the world, we proudly host Blackwell Corporation in Arosa City where they are headquartered! My dad works there in investigations, I'm going to work there someday soon too!
An index finger is placed on the lips of the young naive woman, we're also hosting the Festival.. of Lights in like 5 years it's our nation's honor to the world, and the Regalia it will be held in Lansdowne it's not only a fishing hub for our nation but of cultural significance. We're a nation of peaceful hard workers, though provoke us and we will defend ourselves! Rah!
Is this good dad, do you think Mr. Lucien will give me an A? Alex says to the camera.
T R I V I ALikes: -People, sometimes, maybe -Chaos -Bleeding hearts (not the literal kind) -Evil Killer Lycan 4 (favorite videogame) -Rebellious types -Technology -Music -Dad
Dislikes -Corporations and the assholes who work for them -Regalia (Self hating, I know right?) -Being social (right about now) -Mom, it's complicated -Dogs, they're scary
S O C I A LChronically Online Lycan Killer Master Red Status = DONT PING ME Missing you Dad <3 Aspiring Concept Artist (open to work) From the online profile of "AA12"
Hey 😊 I was wondering when you were going to show up! While we do want more players, it's probably best to wait until 'chapter 2', which is very close now. We have started the 'tutorial' boss fight, and when that is done, chapter 1 is pretty much over. So, hopefully we can wrap it up before the holidays. But, in the mean time, think about a character concept, check which Dominants that are available, and find a character reference that I can put into the AI and make a character image. I've been meaning to add new Dominants to the list, so you can alternatively wait for those if none of the current available ones strike your fancy.
@Aeolian@vietmyke@Teyao@TokyoPewPew@Silly@CaliforniaState If you didn't read the above, then do! Also, for the holidays, we'll pause the posting deadlines between December 15 and January 5 (3 weeks). You can still post if you want to, of course, but there's no deadline requirement, so you can relax and enjoy the holidays.
You gotta tag me next time to summon the OG
I'm in the middle of writing some shit, some heart-wrenching writing - something I've never brought to the table for Bleak/Centauri/Spirits of Aeon - I'm a new me, in a good way.
I was writing my character (she's awesome?) as having the dominant of Griever from Bleak Centuari if that's ok? The way he works, and the concept behind him works amazingly with the absolute madness I've prepared (in a good way). Such as not being summoned until KO, the idea behind his demigodness.
If this doesn't work, or needs a rewrite I'll take any dominant you give me I'm not picky. If you could send me the discord invite I'd appreciate that too.
Only sad news here is 'vacation' whatever that is, I've become a corporate drone in the 2 years since the last RP. There's no vacation for peasants like me, though I'm eager to join when the mini hiatus is over.
...And I know in the last RP we had a ton of people not be active for one reason or another, and some peeps got rotated out of this RP already.
Just letting you know you have my full undivided attention for this RP, I've just been drifting with no purpose on guild until now. Maybe it's fate?
I don't know, you can ask Vietmyke I was foaming about this thread when I saw it today it totally knocked the concentration out of my head today.
No idea how I missed this int check, today I was listening to some sad-core bleak type music reading the old thread like some superfan and crept into your profile and saw Regalia and I looked like this.
Kleo sat down like the benevolent jackass she was, flying in space was totally fucked and the book was right you don't ever enter through the obvious hole - you make your fucking own. Though the team of alien jackasses would not accept the fact Kleo wanted to dive through the station like she was on a search and destroy mission she kept her yapper shut. She thumbed through the pages of her favorite survival book, never trust an alien, shoot occultic shit dead and live for liberty, freedom, and love. Kleo jammed through her reading sesh listening to some space garble slop as she mentally prepared to kick alien ass and more, maybe even the asshole worm squid dude who tried to kill her too.
When they reached the space station in question she was geared up, tekked out in the latest chique that money could buy. She had an SMG that could shred mother truckers into space heaven but she was meaning to send these dewds to space hell. "Aight.. I'm ready." Kleo said reporting that maybe they all muted her, the aliens around here carried around a veil of low-key hate to the young enslaved mercenary. She entered close to her squid-hugging pal not Kleo (Alice) as they moved like a team and were ready to die like one.
Well, Kleo didn't want to die but death comes quick in this hello space station.
Kleo stood there as the angry worm thing berated her like she was the worm out of water, she slowly took a piece of Union made gum out of the pack and pressed it into her mouth. She started to chew the piece of pink bubblegum as she listened to the anti-human, totally racist/asshole remarks made by this worm half-human creature. Kleo gingerly extended a piece of gum to one of the free worms that reared its ugly head which the worm accepted. The worm was stupid just like the book said, how would it chew a piece of Teamsters made bubble gum how would it stay wet in space?
She smiled, and a smirk grew upon her face as she palmed up her gladius ready to totally fucking murder this freak though she would refrain from doing so as senseless murder was poor form for a Human amongst alien 'peers'. "Dewd.. you and your worms don't even have spunk, you're like a walking tin can the onez I get from a vending machine. I'm a 100% pure bred, see." She held out her PDA in her other hand incase the worms tried to bite or kill her (that's what space worms tended to do.) The PDA showed a picture of Kleo with a slow flashing/glowing 100% pure human sticker beside her face and name. Huzzah for humanity.
As the evil wormling was pulled away Kleo made a face, the one that annoys all aliens. She stuck her tongue out and gave her that fuck you asshole look without having to draw her gladius or gun him down, this was a new record for the human. "Probably best you let us do our job 'n you do yours tin-can. Don't want us crossing fire, no use in us being chummy either. Hope after this we don't see you and your worms again, my team hates worms."
My team... Kleo and the Aliens were like a team now, it was confirmed.
Kleo did her best to tolerate the squidling that spoke to her even showing some kindness back in such a strange time. "Umm.. Thanks." Kleo humbly said before the creamy-skinned gun-totter made her way off to the armory without much more to say on the matter. Though the trip was uneventful it was always the destination that brought people together. When the wet raven-haired woman made her way into the armory she sighed - more aliens and creatures. She tried to silently arm herself up, donning her gear and getting her slick sub-optimal skull popper ready to go along with her new mysterious attachment - the armor-piercing smart gun fleeked up adapter. Though some jackass who pretended to be a human, or was one wouldn't shut up about her. A true Alves would never let such slander against their character slide!
"Uhm... Sup you weird looking mother fucker. Don't know what you are, but if space jesus wuz' here? He'd smite your ass, ye' it's true I dropped a lot of alien licks. Cuz' my team is cutthroat, so don't get in our way else you might be on your knees not in the cool way dig? Like - in the you get fucked up if you fuck with us typa-way. Comp-ra-hendey there fishbowl 'n maybe translate to orc fo' your pals?"
It wasn't long ago that Kleo Alves was put in a headlock by some kind of orc who was ready to crush her like she crushed energy drinks or bullets down range. Humans had the best memory patterns and retention compared to their 'alien' peers, she didn't recall the situation going down the way it did because she was a loud-mouthed, cavalier, prudent but always vigilant human-loving bitch? She had done everyone a favor by dropping that dead weight, those aliens were as stupid as they looked - but to see the head ghost walker chime in about it was something alright - everyone was a critic, a judge and an alien!
Tarrhaidim - Precision Shots to Ensure Death - Dr. Hunter Powell
Kleo was open on the chapter to kill these fungoids, how they live, and operate, and the best way to strike them down. Kleo endured the browbeat because that's what humbled, hot-headed idiots did when faced by angry, or compassionate aliens. She turned the book around showing Sal the diagram she was reading out. "Killed some robots and scumbags who would do the same to us, fungal-bugs lost their shit and wanted to kill me on the spot. Could of chopped 'em up good, Gladius cuts thru-fungal shit like that. I could of kneecapped and de-limbed that walking tree with a flick of a wrist, cuttin' through butter." Kleo said closing the book in his face.
"Can't be faulted for killing off enemies of my enemies, dewd. Simple as, simple shit - should of 'spanked' me back then if you had a prob' can't help I'm a prisoner to this robot thing 'n fighting on planets I dun' wanna fight on. Not gonna lament on this shit, let me pull triggers and pop heads. Any ally puts a hand on me, I draw and chop - can't have my armor 'n tekk trashed out cuz' they thought it was wrong. We're bad people, full stop dewd. Matter of fact you peeps need me, I walk a path of humanity - you guys don't. I slay occult ' cultists with true faith.. "
"Be a good leader, back your squad - don't treat me like a kid, not the type to be made someone's bitch. Need examples, ask that alien officer with a hole in his head." Kleo spits off to the left on the ghostly grave of the empire and alien species that raised arms against her people. She hiked up her pants a little higher, her suspenders straining - oh, and nothing she said was at a whisper, a true human never returns common courtesy to an alien!
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