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Maria
Maria gasped. The smell of years of nothingness filled her nostrils. She opened her eyes; she was overwhelmed by the light. She squinted and tried to make out any objects near her. Piercing her body were all sorts of tubes; some she recognized and some she didn't. She struggled to remember where she was and what was going on.
Maria soon realized this was an entirely different world than the one she left those many years ago. Adrenalin and fear filled every facet of her body, before she felt a quick jolt of pain and began to relax. A small needle had punctured the side of her arm and administered some sort of medicine. She felt at ease and clear-sighted, if not a bit drowsy. She managed to pick up some sort of pamphlet. She could barely understand the words, but the pictures she could easily follow.
She flipped through a few pages of the booklet before she found out how to seperate herself from this machine. She carefully disconnected her body from this contraption; it was a rather tiring task. She looked at herself carefully. She wore a getup reminiscint of doctor's scrubs, with white pants and a white shirt. On her feet she found a comfortable and leightweight grey shoe. This and the pamphlet she found was all Maria had to her name.
Maria slowly managed to step out of the capsule; she was careful not to misstep and fall flat on her face. The room around her seemed bleak and morose. There was no welcoming party or anyone to greet her as she was reborn into this new world. Maria struggled to make her way around; the drugs were taking effect. Despite this setback, she was still careful enough not to fall, although she did lose her balance quite a few times. She looked for anything of use, finding only a locker with a pale white winter coat.
"This could be useful," Maria muttered to herself as she gently grabbed the coat. She searched the pockets of her newly found treasure. Nothing. She looked throughout the decrepit facility. She managed to find an exit, after a good while of searching. The exit was covered in rubble, but had enough room for a human to crawl through. Maria realized that people had probably searched this facility before her. She felt strange and alien in this new world, thinking of the many things that had previously escaped her. She managed to crawl through the space with ease.
It wasn't until she looked upon the world that she felt fear.
Sorry everyone but I was was rearended while driving and am wa
I'm fine other than a broken nose
Airbags suck
I'm doig this on my phone but will try to post tonight still, either when they release me or my laptop arrives
Twist:The other driver was Dirty Dan.
All jokes aside, I hope you're alright. Wishing you a fast recovery.
Race: Ogre
Race Description: Ogres are large, brutish folk that make up for their hideous appearance with their unparalleled strength. Ogres are generally considered very simple, rather stupid people, as seen with their weak grasp on language and horrendous literacy. As mentioned previously, their strength allows them to be unparalleled in hard labor, but their idiocy allows them to be easily taken advantage of. Most Ogres stand at around 2 meters tall and have lifespans similar to humans.
Avatar: Kordo is perplexed by the notion of gods. Don't even think of trying to explain to him all the different avatars and what-not; it hurts his brain when he tries to fathom things of such great proportions.
Name: Kordo, of the the Dunemail clan.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Current Equipment:
-Worn, old, faded brown cloak
-Threadbare gloves
-An old hoe
Handy Skills:
-Heavy Lifting
-Muscular
-Good at taking orders
Personality at RP's Start: Dumb, closed minded and iconoclastic. Although never showing a superiority complex, he scoffs at those who would weight themselves down with trivial matters, like women, money, or gods. However, he can never really express his true thoughts, due to a very simple grasp on language. He prefers actions to ideas and petty talks, never conversing much with others but still being able to assist anyone.
Facts Likely Known To Others: He's pretty good at hard labor, due to his size and strength. Never talks much, but seems to understands questions or orders. Likes to watch birds.
Race Description: Ogres are large, brutish folk that make up for their hideous appearance with their unparalleled strength. Ogres are generally considered very simple, rather stupid people, as seen with their weak grasp on language and horrendous literacy. As mentioned previously, their strength allows them to be unparalleled in hard labor, but their idiocy allows them to be easily taken advantage of. Most Ogres stand at around 2 meters tall and have lifespans similar to humans.
Avatar: Kordo is perplexed by the notion of gods. Don't even think of trying to explain to him all the different avatars and what-not; it hurts his brain when he tries to fathom things of such great proportions.
Name: Kordo, of the the Dunemail clan.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Current Equipment:
-Worn, old, faded brown cloak
-Threadbare gloves
-An old hoe
Handy Skills:
-Heavy Lifting
-Muscular
-Good at taking orders
Personality at RP's Start: Dumb, closed minded and iconoclastic. Although never showing a superiority complex, he scoffs at those who would weight themselves down with trivial matters, like women, money, or gods. However, he can never really express his true thoughts, due to a very simple grasp on language. He prefers actions to ideas and petty talks, never conversing much with others but still being able to assist anyone.
Facts Likely Known To Others: He's pretty good at hard labor, due to his size and strength. Never talks much, but seems to understands questions or orders. Likes to watch birds.
I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes; I'm using a tablet to write this from my hotel room and I'm kinda tired.
I'll make a CS soon.
Katarina Durand
"The fuck do you mean 'we're lost'!?" the woman shouted at the burly man driving the car. She knew she shouldn't have let anyone else but her drive this marvelous hunk of metal. It was a wonder that her goon hadn't scratched it yet.
"All I'm sayin is that I don't even know where we're goin, tis' all," the burly man calmly stated. Katarina suddenly managed to get more frustrated at his calm demeanor rather than the fact that they were lost. This nincompoop didn't understand the ramifications of this entire operation, did he?
"Jim, I swear to Christ you'd better find out where we are right now before I get even more mad," Katarina threatened. The woman sighed as she looked out the window. What a hell-hole this place was. She partially understood why Jim could have gotten lost; all these streets had the same, run-down appearance.
"With all due respect, Miss, this wouldn't have happened if we had some sort of GPS device," Jim stated as he looked for some sort of way-point he remembered seeing.
"I'm telling you, I don't want to give anyone another facet to track me," Katarina replied, staring out into what seemed like a void of penury and misfortune. It wasn't long before she received a call from a contact of hers, the same guy who asked her to do this job in the first place.
"Hey, what do you need?" she asked in a dull, monotone voice as she answered the call.
"Moonman, you seem diff'rent. Whass wrong, bud?" the man on the other end answered. His voice was deep and somewhat garbled; both of them used used speech modifiers for any type of communication, in an effort to preserve their anonymity.
"Nothing. Tell me what you need," she reiterated; she was in no mood for formalities or small talk.
"Naw, I don't need nothin'," the man stated, "I jus' wanted to ask how it's been goin'. I'm jus' as much exited for this hoo-hing as you are,"
"I bet you are," Katarina replied dryly, "Listen, I'm kinda busy right now, I'll get back to you later, okay?"
"A'right, a'right. I trust we'll be in touch. You're my man, Moonman," the man said as he ended the phone call. Katarina sighed as she put her phone away. She looked at herself; she wore a neat, yet rather short, black dress. Too elegant for this city, possibly too elegant for the expo itself. It probably didn't matter, she had her goons with her for protection. Boris and Jim both wore grey suits. They didn't like it; she didn't care.
"Say, Miss, vy don't ve ask for some direction?" Boris asked with his Eastern-European accent. Katarina looked at him, sitting in the back of the van. She was about to deprecate him for suggesting the very idea of mingling with some locals, especially in this part of town. Truthfully, however, they needed assistance.
"Fine," Katarina sighed, "Jim, pull over near that group of three people. They don't look like any sort of gang, they'll probably be willing to help."
Jim complied as the black van stopped beside the group. The group looked shady, no doubt, but who didn't look shady in this city. Two guys and one girl. The girl looked rather peculiar, with an eccentric hairstyle, while the two men looked rather combat-hardened, not an unusual sight to see. Boris and Jim silently prepared their handguns, in case anything went down; Katarina expected the only exchange would be one of information, not of bullets. As the car idled next to the group, Katarina rolled down her window.
"Say, would you kind strangers know where that Technology Expo even is, I seemed to have lost my way," she asked, trying to seem as innocent as possible.
Interested
I'm frequently busy, so feel free to keep posting. I'll post soon, interjecting my character later.
Interested.
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