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Emily

#2

D E M E T E R
• P h y s i c a l A g e •

Eighteen Years Old

• G e n d e r I d e n t i f i e r •

Female

• D e s i g n a t e d L o c a t i o n •

Texas

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• P s y c h P r o f i l e •
+ Charismatic + Ambitious + Amiable
- Power Hungry - Narcissistic - Naive
* Acquire her freedom * Establish her domain * Liberate her family

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• U n i q u e T r a i t s & A b i l i t i e s •
Earth Mother | #2's physical appendages are extremely malleable. At will she can spawn and create various plant based extremeties from within, from deadly tendrils to poisonous fungus or flowers. She is also capable of manipulating the plants around her to do her bidding in ways they would not normally be able too.

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My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

@Haruharara I do have a question, actually, as to the limit and specific kinds of powers our characters will have. Are they only biological changes, purely sci-fi based? Like, the only powers they have are in relation to the modifications they can make to their body? So, if someone wanted to shoot fireballs, they wouldn't be casting a spell, they would be like, manipulation friction or something like that. Do you get what I'm trying to say, I feel like i'm not wording myself very well.

My First Horror-Adventure Anime Interest Check

this looks very cool! count me intersted

Vague interest check for a sci-fi RP that actually has a defined ending that'll be fairly short term

Did somebody say...defined ending?

I guess I'll put my name in the raffle.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

this was a fun RP i'm sorry it died everyone

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@Zarkun Great! I don't think the modified rifle is the issue, instead his dueling pistols could be something from the canon.

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@Zarkun I pretty much agree with GCold. He's a very big and hypothetically strong guy, but who says big guys can't be quick guys, hmm? certainly not me.

i do like the idea of him having some wacky tobaccy gun he built/heavily modified himself, but i do agree that at least some of his loadout should be canon and recognizable, you know? but if like, that MA65 is something he kept around from his Gang War days would be pretty cool IMO.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Fatima Mikhail, and Dareen

If Fatima had been a dog her human reaction would have been akin to the dog reaction of someone asking it if it wanted to go for a walk. Sher perked up, practically ready to dance as her face glowed. She turned her bright features upon Mikhail, waiting for his okay too.

Mikhail could not help but to let out a discreet smile watching Fatima's reaction as Dareen agreed to go. Looking at her bright expression, looking at him, Mikhail knew it would be incredibly hard to deny almost anything she asked with those puppy eyes.

"Just be sure to always remain behind me or Dareen. It will be dangerous." Mikhail said, finally giving his ok.

Once this okay was received she moved along after Dareen, quiet but filled to the brim with her excitement. Fatima wanted to help. She hated being stuck at the sidelines. She tried to keep a serious expression on her face to match the woman’s but the smirk of absolute delight shone through.

Unsurprisingly, Fatima was almost hopping as she walked to where Dareen was. It was really amusing how she could be so cheerful despite the tense situation they found themselves in. Mikhail felt it was surprisingly refreshing to have her beside them though.

Dareen shook her head to herself, not having totally made up her mind one way or the other. She seemed affable enough, but to be under Xandar’s protection like that meant she was different, and in only a couple of ways that Dareen could think of off the top of her head. Most of them weren't good. She had nothing against Queens, but most of the ones she had met weren't the nicest people. Usually, they were among the cruelest.

Moving together with Dareen and Fatima, when Mikhail got to the stairs, he heard the beating of wings. Instinctively looking upwards, ready to fight, he realized that those weren't reinforcements... Instead those were the warriors that were somehow left alive by Xandar.

Fatima heard the rustling before she saw them. Wings beating furiously to bring them into the sky above the tops of the trees. And tell others of what had happened here. She had enough sense to feel some amount of forboarding worm its way through her stomach. Fatima would deal with that when the time came. For now there was another matter to attend to that must be taken care of. One thing at a time.

"Damn it!" Mikhail muttered a cursed as he saw them flying away.

He saw what Xandar was capable of. Seeing that some of the warriors he fought again were alive and flying away could mean just one thing. He left them alive on purpose. Carelessness? No... Arrogance. Why would he leave them alive? Leaving no survivors or witnesses to open their mouths was always the best, most efficient course of action. Someone who was used to taking lives like Xandar did should know that...

"I was careless... I didn't realize they were still alive... That Xandar left them alive..." Mikhail said, saying Xandar's name almost as a curse. His words were quite an obvious sign of what he would have done if he saw them before going with Dareen and Fatima.

Dareen shrugged as she picked up the pace down the hill, gesturing Fatima to follow. ”Yeah, yeah, Xandar is the worst. Come on, we’re almost there," She said, focusing on the task at hand. She probably should have paid more attention, she thought, but the past was past and the struggle was still ongoing at the bottom of the hill. Squinting against the drops flecking against her face, Dareen’s boots smacked against the stone that was beginning to shine.

Fatima paid no mind to the opening of the sky. Her thoughts were securely on those she hoped to help… or to skewer… down below. Following behind Dareen’s beckoning hand she glanced back at Mikhail. He had seemed upset with letting those few go. But there was nothing to do about it now. It was a plan for the future. So best to look there. Once they got done with the here and now of course.

There was nothing more Mikhail could do with the ones who escaped. He was certain that it would cause them problems in the future, but he was forced to ignore them now.

"We should hurry... We don't know how the situation is regarding Faeril..." Mikhail said as he went after Dareen and Fatima, soon catching up to them. All of three of them broke out into a run as the sounds of steel on steel echoed throughout the empty air.

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

June and Mallory

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@Vaeltaja@Athol

On the opposite side of the hall from Elizabeth and Elijah, June and Mallory creeped down their staircase. Mallory poked her white face out, gleaming with sweat, eyes widened but composed. One thing she learned about herself from all this was that she was good under extreme pressure. That was one of those things most people never learned about themselves- how they reacted in a life or death situation. June learned a useful but worrying answer- she was numb and angry. Fight, instead of flight or freeze. The strange emptyness she felt in seeing the suffering of her fellow man was something she never could have expected. Perhaps it would all set in later, and she would break down crying once she reached safety. Maybe. She kind of hoped so. It would be reassuring, in a way, to learn that she wasn't some kind of cold-blooded survivor. Either way, there were more pressing matters at hand. The all too human Mallory was a shuddering wreck with a pale, ghostly face and impossibly wide eyes that shined in the shadow like a pair of polished marbles.

June's eyes scanned the hallway. Three crazy people were banging on the door to the Security Office, and a fourth was dead on the ground. This was a good sign. That must have been what the man they encountered earlier looked like- trying to get in at the living people on the inside. Unfortunately, there was three of them. Mallory and June would surely die where they to attempt to take the three of them on. Most likely become one of them. At this point, there was no other explanation other than this was some kind of zombie virus. These crazy people did not emerge from nowhere, they were normal people transformed. Whether their disease was infectious or not had yet to be seen, but it probably was. The idea made her shudder, and for a moment she felt the hypothetical undead Mallory betray her and bite into June's neck. The thought passed. Mallory would not become one of those things. She wouldn't.

"There are three of them, Mallory," June whispered, placing her back against the wall. "They are trying to get inside the security office. That must mean there are people inside, but we can't get in. We just have to wait, or-"

"NOW!" Someone shouted, causing the spaced out Mallory to jump.

June furrowed her eyebrows and scrambled to turn around the corner. There was an altercation. The people had moved to another door, and were currently heavily displaced, most of them lying prone. Some mad man was taking on the three, by himself? Or was there someone behind him? Either way, this was their best shot. The other possibility was allowing whoever was there to fight the zombies by themselves and hope they win, but if they lost, there would be no other shot to get in. Right now, helping was the only viable option.

"Stay behind me, Mallory!" June shouted, her french echoing throughout the halls. Mallory hesitated and then followed behind, her knuckles white around her bar and her gait lanky and ineffective. The braver frenchwoman charged down the hall to join Elijah in his fight against the zombies. Coming to stop, one of the zombies was a little farther back than the two engaged in the fight. With a heary thwack, her shower wod weapon bounced off the skull of the crazy woman. Grunting, the monster growled and whipped her fist around at June, who had already backed up. Smack! The woman growled as she reeled from the impact, her face becoming bloody. June's eyes were wide and her teeth were bared. Standing fast, used her shower rod as a spear to keep the woman at bay, sticking the thing underneath her throat and thrusting her back. Mallory joined June, but stayed a few feet back, watching, paralyzed from fear.

The Marauders (2018)

Yasaliah Josk: Pilot

The sound waves never made it to the pilot's disabled comms unit. She had ended up in the cockpit, and even though she technically had her own room she always felt more comfortable at the pilot's seat. Sitting comfortable in the pilot's chair, Yasaliah had her head tilted to the side, her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging wide open. Loud snoring filled the entire bridge. Yasaliah was still in her underwear, not bothing to change. Her clothes were...somewhere. Maybe one of the crew members had them, maybe they were still on that gambling table- the Satasi couldn't care less.

Tango, on the captain's orders, and seeing that she was not responding to anything coming into her comms, activated a neural arm. With robotic precision, the metal arm injected the shot directly into her left thigh. A moment passed, as not even the sharp pain of serum being injected directly into her blood veins could wake up the pilot from her slumber. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and she immediately had to stifle a dry heave, ending up in a coughing fit.

"Fleestad!" She spluttered, falling to the cold floor. Propping her upper body on her elbow she glared daggers at the robot as her head swam in nasuea and her stomach churned. "Fucking piece of shit robot asshole, fuck off you fucking fuck!" Her hostile vulgarity didn't hurt the robots feelings and only made her throat more hoarse. God, she was thirsty!

"What the Ghllght was that!?" Expanding and deflating rapidly like an angry balloon, Yasaliah's pink face flushed blue as it blood rushed to her face, both from rage and embarassment, as if she had been outplayed by the ship's AI.

"It is time to wake up, Pilot Josk."

"You could have just fucking asked me to wake up!"

"I attempted to wake you up 18 times before the injection started." Tango responded factually.

"Yeah- well- fuck you!" She flipped off the passive neural arm that slowly receeded into the ship's hull.

"The Captain has asked you to to evaluate if the Monroe is still on course to the fuel depot, and if there is enough fuel available to arrive safely."

The pilot grumbled, and began scanning the ship's various HUD's and screens with her blearly blue eyes. Tapping a few buttons, she brought up the corresponding menu. They would just about make it. They would be cutting it close though, that fight with the Ulnar hadn't done anything for the ship. Cutting it too close for comfort, but they would make it aslong as they didn't take any detours.

She tapped her ear, only to find the communicator was missing. Swearing once again, she got on all fours and began fumbling around for the small piece. No hangover, she thought to herself. The shot had spared her of it, but such a thing was unnatural! That wasn't right!

"I can relay a message to the Captain for you." Tango offered.

"Eat shit and die,"Yasaliah responded, her upper half vanishing beneath the console. Eventually, her fingers found the damn thing and she placed it into her ear after turning it on. It had been a long moment since Raymond had asked his question.

"We should make it to the fuel depot, Captain, but with not much fuel left to spare." She answered, clambering back into her seat and rubbing her face.

"Feel free to delete Tango off the face of the universe at any time. Fucker just injected drugs into me for no good reason." Josk complained, shooting a glare at the ceiling. Her rivalry with the AI was longstanding and public, but it was usually more subtle than loudly complaining to everyone on comms.