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Helgen (Skyrim RP)

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Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

Melissa couldn't remember the last time she had flown but no amount of recollection might have prepared her for the opulence experienced on-board. Inside consisted of three single-seat columns, parted with enough room to swing a leg; but more like compartments than seats and the separations must have been constructed with basketballers in mind. Each compartment was came equipped with a beige recliner, a similar-coloured dining table, and a personal television. The soft-lighting seemed to cast the perfect balance between enabling sleep and reading. For the street-girl it might have been heaven. She followed the directions on her ticket to the rear-most compartment: 18C; possessing full view of the rest of the cabin and bare metres from the bathroom, secure.

She was quick to settle into her seat as the pilot began to speak over the intercom.

"Good afternoon and welcome ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain: Richard Knox, speaking. We at Virgin Airlines would like to welcome..."

Melissa stopped listening. Her fellow passengers were the focus of her concentration; the young woman's gaze dancing across the seating ahead, checking on suspicious characters. It was for the most part men: middle aged and older; people on business, she imagined. In a number of cases she caught their acrimonious glances back. Nothing might have undermined their self-conceit more than her undue presence: she didn't doubt for a minute she'd be next weeks golf house chit-chat. Nevertheless, there was nothing untoward. It seemed safe - and that made perfect sense. It was at the point where she was close to indulgence in some relaxation when a high feminine voice snatched her attention.

"Hello miss, we've been informed that a meal has been purchased in advance for you. So, if you might just take a look at the menu -" she nodded in its direction: towards the dining table " - we'll be along once we're in the air to take your order." Her tone was professional: stable and calm. Melissa commended her for that and offered a half-smile of gratitude in return. Her gaze didn't linger long enough to catch the attendants parting courtesies - however - herself being quick to turn to the menu:

... Seared, Cured Tourchon, Confit Rhubarb, Brioche ...

She read the first starter: "Foie Gras", not recognising half the ingredients never mind the dish.

If she was being kidnapped, then her kidnappers were doing it in style.

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

I'm intending for Melissa to be flying out of Atlanta, Georgia; early afternoon, so I don't think I'll be doing a collab. unless someone thinks their character will be getting in around the same time. Otherwise, before I post again, I have two questions:

• To what extent am I allowed to determine the environment around me? I've written in RPs where I have more or less entire control - there was no D(/G)M: it was free-form collaborative fiction - and I've written in RPs where the environment was entirely determined by the D(/G)M: and the posts I wrote revolved around interacting with it. So that's something I'm quite curious about.
• Tangential, to what extent am I allowed to create and control NPCs to fit small roles in posts (/other)? Like the above, I've written within extreme freedom and zero freedom.

I've have a fair-enough idea in my head from just sitting back and reading but I decided I might confirm before jumping back in.

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

I'm hoping that cuts the standard; does feel quite small reading on from the above though..

@Phoebas: That's also exactly what I thought when I read the CS. Imagining Melissa's powers, I've been considering ways she could link up with the other characters. Because at the moment she's a lot more likely to just get in the way and irritate people that provide actual help.

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

Melissa's trainers were a drab, faded red; worn-looking, her sock could be seen through the hole in their right toe. She stared at them with the most peculiar intent. However, her short, fleeting glances towards the papers she had clenched in her first betrayed her actual attentions. Her thoughts occupied, absolutely, the events of that morning; paranoid regrets continuing to form. It was an uncharacteristic impulse that had led her to heed to the letters directions. It had scared her: if her contact could track her down then it would be a matter of time before the authorities discovered her.

'... Stay where you are now, and die ...'

She had awoken to him, peering in at her. It was obvious from the onset that there was something fucked-up occurring; his smart appearance struck a sharp contrast with the surrounding area; the squalid, unilluminated street that even her fellow-homeless avoided. He begun with her full name: that's when she should have puddle'd. But she didn't: she took the letter and she read it: and now she was here; sitting in the airport's first-class terminal, the subject of looks ranging from curious to perturbed to almost-belligerent.

None were undeserved. Her clothing was a-shambles: frayed blue jeans, a stained denim jacket, and a ragged black top beneath. Grime covered her person and she smelled like a sewer. Even her earlier attendant had passed a scowl through her professionalism. It came as no further surprise that no-one chose to seat near her: she sat alone; isolated from her fellow passengers. It wasn't an experience she was unfamiliar with: fourteen months on the street - she still counted - had numbed her to similar treatment; worse treatment.

A message leading with her flight number was announced. It was boarding.

The girl's thumb began to gently massage the edge of her ticket. She passed a brief, nervous glance outside first: the plane taxi'd up the runway, and then towards the corridor she had arrived from. If she started walking she could be outside the airport inside ten minutes. The temptation had been gnawing on her since check-in. But she posed a firm resistance. There was no life to return to: nothing but misplaced notions of comfort to entice her back. Or so she would remind herself.

With anxious determination, she stood up.

' ... I can offer you a new life. A life where you can be a part of the downfall of the government's genocide of people like you and I ...'

Invincible - Chapter I : Origination

Melissa Wu

Melissa Wu

Age: 19.

Gender: Female.

Personality: Years on the run have transformed Melissa - disfigured her. She has lost most of her social character, being now quite reserved: never the one to initiate conversation; and coming across as unapproachable besides. She is distrustful of others - and this manifests itself in her utmost efforts to maintain her own independence, abhorring the idea or holding a reliance on others. There's a natural connection between these traits and her characteristic cynicism, which dominates her outlook.

Appearance: Petite; Melissa is of a slight, unimposing build: short (5' 2") and possessing a meekness about her. In her face, she has soft, rounded features: plump lips, a wide nose; small brown eyes particular of her Asiatic heritage. Her hair is close-cropped and a dark brown: her highlights (from the image above) are worn out.

Biography:

"I'll be out in a minute, mom!" the girl screeched back in the direction of the door. The warm, refreshing water cascaded down her taut, naked form as she occupied her suburban home's single shower. Melissa watched as it hurried down her chest, and landed between her separated feet. It was a long, constant drip; a fascinatingly mundane occupation. Her gaze followed as it split to pass the shampoo container, before reconnecting and being sucked into the drain-pipe with a gurgle inaudible above the shower itself. It was whilst in her curious concentration that she was his with a sudden feeling of weightlessness, a utter darkness followed. Without explanation, without reason, her form turned to liquid, and she gushed after the soap-water.

She held the strangest feeling of awareness about her as she traversed the piping that existed beneath her neighbourhood. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, but she could feel. 'It's a dream,' she told herself: 'It has to be a dream.' But it felt real; so real. Panic overtook her as her rapid movement begun to slow, and then she was almost at a stop. Moments passed, mind racing. Her return to her original form was as sudden as rapid as before. The putrid stench of sewer hit her like a blow to the stomach - and she vomited like receiving an actual blow to the stomach.

"Help me!"

It didn't get much better. Melissa survived, picked up by a pair of service workers: Famished, and covered in her own vomit. Her parents turned her in when she told. Their own daughter; Melissa never quite got over that. She escaped: of course, she wouldn't be here otherwise; at that stage she had some amount of control over her powers. Her wits got her through after: living on the streets, moving between cities before she could establish connections. It was a hard life.

Power: Melissa can collapse her form into a collection of water (H20) molecules, the form being dependent on prevailing conditions. This has a number of uses. Prime amongst them is that it allows her to enter tights spaces that would otherwise have been unaccessible. She has some sense of self-propulsion in this form but for the most part she is left to the will of nature.

Strengths:

• Liquid-form allows her to hide from enemies - enter inaccessible areas - and survive all conventional damage.
• Unaccredited smarts gathered from her past on the streets.

Weaknesses:

• Liquid-form can be unpredictable and its potential dependent on conditions.
• Liquid form can become frozen resulting in Melissa's paralysis.
• Distrustful of others/Poor team member.

New Here!

Hello! I've never been quite good at these so I will be short. I've been RPing for near-enough 2 years now, from using subforums within other boards to entire forums devoted to single RPs. I've been stopped for the last month or so - but am hoping to get back into it here.