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My character is up (female after all) so feel free to check her out. Going to work on the IC later today if possible. :)

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Ok guys, I'm going to start the IC this weekend with whomever I have. Once I do, I'll tell you what the deadline for your posts is. I advise the ones who still haven't submitted CSes to do that ASAP. Put them either in the OOC or in a PM for me to approve.

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I'm not bothered where you send it.

And we're having temporary amnesia and we all end up there on random with no apparent reason or explanation. At first we'll all end up in the middle of a field or something with no humans in sight and no idea where we are, then we'll be found by someone local. As for what our characters know, I'd say they know who they are but have short-term memory loss or a patchy memory of events (as in remembering/ not remembering things at random).

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Nobody except for the three already up.

Can the rest of you please submit your CSes by Friday so we can start the IC this weekend please? The CS is really basic too, I don't need anything like personality or history.

Knighthood- Closed

Pleasure

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Day 1, Evening

Sirius

A pen was slowly twirling in a soft-skinned hand. It would make a rapid spin between long fingers, pause, and then proceed with another. A faint clicking sound escaped the pen as the mechanism inside got displaced with a protest but it fell on deaf ears. Or, more precisely, to ignorant ones.

His eyes were steadied on the screen in front. The light bounced off his features and sank in the darkness behind his chair. Next to him another guard called Karus was stressing over the events they were observing, shouting reports and commands down his phone but the words didn’t reach Sirius. There was a peaceful silence inside his skull that none could penetrate unless invited, and Karus definitely wasn’t.

After all, the events on screen were so deliciously novel. He didn’t remember the last time someone had attempted a raid on Southgate. He doubted anyone did. And what an interesting bunch of characters! On one side, two power-rangers, a lizard and Azog, on the other – another power ranger and his…daughter?… who turned out to be quite badass…. Hmmm… His tongue slipped out to moisten thoughtful lips.

Explosions, commotion, fuss… tempting, yet dangerous too. And while Sirius loved inflicting pain, he wasn’t a big fan of receiving it. He spun in his chair, putting his hands behind his neck in thought. Karus gave him a disapproving glance but didn’t say anything. He’d long learned not to.

Sirius stopped his chair to look at Karus and mouthed “I think you should go” just as the man received an order to join the reinforcements at the west side. Of course, it wasn’t his words that had prompted his partner to rush out of the room, but still, a small victorious smirk crawled on Sirius’ lips. That was better. There are people who value their own company over that of others. Surely, the little bird was the same.

Turning to the monitors again, Sirius touched the screen and enlarged one specific frame, dismissing all others. Ludelle’s frame was hunched over and bend into itself, fingers squeezing her arms, head resting on knees. A slight shiver was starting to take over her body, which meant his device was working. A burning-sweet sensation trickled down his throat as he swallowed. It was similar to drinking alcohol… yet so much better.

His brother always said knowledge matters more than anything. Personally, Sirius always thought force mattered more, but apparently some people sided with Calder. After all, Southgate hosted more than one outstanding criminal yet not many of them could be the target of such an outrageous operation. And even fewer individuals would attempt it. Among them, collecting defectors as if they were shiny stones, only fit Christian Highfell’s MO. And he could have guessed that even if he hadn’t recognised Megelis or his brother.

And of course, given how were all knights, Sirius was honestly rooting for his team to win the match against the guards. It was a bit of a mystery why he hadn’t gotten orders from his boss to get the girl out, but then again, it was quite possible that he’d forgotten to tell Christian about his other job. Would Christian call that treachery? Sirius wouldn’t. He’d just added a time-limit to the whole operation. After all, what’s better than a little race against time…?

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Pain

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Day 1, Evening

Ludelle

I couldn't stop shaking. At first I thought the cold was the natural reaction of my body to the shock it had experienced earlier. Whoever that guard was, I was sure his face would haunt me as soon as I close my eyes to sleep. He would appear like before, out of nowhere and his eyes would become my world – my nightmare.

But he wasn't the scariest thing I'd seen in my life. Not the worst abuser. And my heart soon calmed and my breathing was restored. However, the cold remained. It was running deep like a chilling torrent slowly coating a river in ice. And sadly, I could feel that's exactly what it was doing to me. I couldn't be sure how he'd achieved it but I was sure it was his doing.

The cold was slow to move into my body as if it was the welcoming embrace of a dire lover and not the constricting of a snake. It embraced every inch of me, then sunk its teeth deep within my flesh and let out its venom. At first it only felt unpleasant, made me huddle up and blow on my hands to keep them warm. But of course, that couldn't help. The current didn't stop, didn't slow. With time I felt my strength betray me, even the shaking stopped – a sign of hypothermia, I remembered reading somewhere. And no wonder. I was part metal elemental and metal didn't get along with cold. It made it brittle and weak.

But even worse still... that wasn't all I was. My body was as much living tissue as it was metal molecules and that bastard had figured out an ingenious way of torturing me without even lifting a fucking finger. Somehow he had provided a spark that would set my cells against each other – warm blood versus freezing metal molecules, elven flesh exposed to the indifferent forces of nature. I could feel the small crystals already forming in my very arteries and joints, making me lethargic and giving me grief whenever I moved.

My eyes were stinging as if they were full of glass that fractured everything in front of me like a kaleidoscope. Whatever. I didn't need them now, I knew everything there was to know about this shitty cell. My world... There was an even deeper void beyond it and I could feel a similar void grow inside my chest. I had lost everything – my job, my home, my destiny, even myself and my secrets. And even though I could still feel the rage burning deep within my chest and inflaming my mind with false promises, I knew in my heart that it was all over. They had won and there was no battle left to fight.

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Of course, play whatever you like. It applies to everyone.

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@Irisity No worries, go for whatever you feel comfortable with. :)

I think that means I'll make a guy then, by rough estimates.

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Doubleposting, but can you guys please give me a list of the genders of characters you're making? So far we have two confirmed characters, both female. Because I don't want all characters to be the same gender, I'll join the minority to balance things out.

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Name: Raya Hadjieva

Age:23

Country of origin: Bulgaria

Native language and accent in English: Bulgarian, with a very weak undefined accent when she speaks English.

Appearance: Raya is an average 1.64m and has an extremely slender build which can often be mistaken with an eating disorder. Her eyes are hazel and her hair is a light brown. Her skin is currently bronze due to the long time she spent at the seaside in the summer. She’s definitely on the pretty side, but in a very natural and unrefined way.

Raya is currently wearing a simple white shirt with a bright and colourful red jumper on top, a pair of dark blue bootcut jeans with a leather belt and her favourite combat boots. The jacket she’s wearing has a removable lining and a hood and comes down to the middle of her tights. Its colour is an old and faded olive-green.

When it comes to accessories, Raya is wearing a simple pair of silver earrings, and a chunky and heavy pendant around her neck that resembles a bullet or an egg.

Strengths: Her main strengths are tinkering and doing things that require manual dexterity. She has a good attention to detail and is great at finding the link between cause and effect. She’s a good listener and has a very sharp hearing. She’s used to multitasking so she’s always paying attention to her surroundings, even when it doesn’t appear that way. Lastly, she’s decent at crafting things and has a great aim when it comes to firearms.

Weaknesses: She has a terrible memory for things that don’t interest her, and especially people’s names and faces. Raya’s prone to forgetting to eat until she feels faint. She’s also incredibly competitive and a bit of a tomboy.

Possessions: Aside from her watch and her smartphone, Raya has big, bright pink handbag that she wears over one shoulder. Inside are the following items: a pack of tissues, a box of Bulgarian painkillers, a box of throat pills, binoculars, a book (Scar Night), a map of Vienna, a wallet (with an ID card, driving licence, two debit cards and a cute “soulmate” card from her boyfriend; 16 euro in a note and some coins, and a 5 lev note), a bag with 72 tarot cards, a pepper spray, a small perfume and a lip balm. Inside, there’s also a small gift-bag, holding a Christmas decoration made from dried orange, leaves and sticks of cinnamon. It’s been dipped in aromatic oils that her whole bag smells of at the moment. A decoration is sharing the gift-bag with a small flask of the same oil.

In a second bag she has a professional camera with a second battery and memory card, a second (tele)lense, a yellow microfiber cloth and a long-distance trigger.

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Hahaha that sounds neat. I imagine we'll have a lot of things to be amazed/outraged at.