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ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

I'll be getting a post up, soon. I didn't expect the RP to start so late into the journey so some of my ideas got thrown out the window or needed to be recontextualized. No matter, though, I'll still get a post up tomorrow.

World of Light

Kasugano Sakura

Level 1: 7/10
Location: Battling Ryu outside of Lumbridge
Word Count: 960
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 1: 9/10

Unfortunately, her throw was countered. Her knee threatened to be swept out from under her by a kick. Sakura gasped through her gritted teeth and tried to steady herself, but a medium kick slammed into her side. Blinking from the pressure, his attacks were too fast to give her a chance to counter. With one eye open, the other one squinting, she saw at the last moment a huge kick heading straight for the side of her head. A moment passed, and the young woman was greeted with a spinning tornado kick, a massive move that sent her stumbling backwards. "Phfuh!" She exclaiming. Dispersing the momentum from the strike, she slammed her heel on the ground a few feet away and was immediately back into battle posture.

Dang it! How did he know I was going to do that!? This man really just kicked me like, four times in a row. Now what am I gonna do? Would another throw work? No way he would think I would be stupid enough to do another throw. Or maybe he knows that I think he wouldn't think I'm stupid enough too- oh, geez! Her internal monologue was interrupted by a declaration that almost sent chills down her spine. Immediately she sensed a massive power gathering in Ryu's Ki. He was about to go all out!

Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! It's the Shinku Hadoken! I can't believe he's actually using it on me! The same thing he used on Seth and M. Bison! He's actually going to do it on me! Is this the greatest moment of my life!? So cool!

The question is, Sakura thought to herself, time slowing as she considered her next move; what am I gonna do now? It's probably going to hurt. She bounced briefly from one leg to the other. Probably too late to dodge, now. Plus, he would have just reacted to my dodge and hit me while I was dodging. Could I block it? Fat chance. Maybe if I hadn't gotten wasted by those kicks earlier. A better fighter would probably be able to figure out what to do here, but...I only see one option. I'm running out of time to counter!

Sakura, channeling the latent energy she had developed during this fight, smiling brightly and gathered her hands around an invisible ball."Here we go!" She exclaimed, her stance almost mirroring Ryu's.

"Shinku..." A bright orb of yellow and blue light flashed in between her hands, lighting up the side of her body. Her face grew more serious as she channeled her inner strength into something more, something greater. All those years of mimicking movements of her heroes at her bedroom mirror. The time when a little spark of energy zapped from her palms and shattered the glass. People thought it was stupid. People told her she could never become a Street Fighter, that she was just some stupid little fangirl.

Look at me now.

"HADOOOKEN!" The young woman screamed. As if it weighted a thousand pounds, Sakura lugged the glowing ball at the oncoming beam of energy with great effort. Zooming forward with an immense pop, a similar frothing blue energy trailing behind, the orb slammed into Ryu's blast. For a brief but eternal moment, the beam would be held up. Sakura watched with wonder as the orb rolled defiantly against the oncoming storm, causing the beam to sputter and bend inwards.

Finally, though, her hadoken succumbed. The beam pushed and overwhelmed it, crushing it like the tides of the ocean.

"Wuh oh-" Sakura observed. Her now seemingly diminutive form was completely submerged in blue light. It was blinding, deafening, but unfortunately, not numbing. The air was pushed from her legs, then the air that she didn't know was in there was pushed out, too. A tremendous bludgeoning impact. The beam vanished, the hadoken ending, and Sakura was sent flying backwards. "Ooof!"

Sailing through the air, for a few precious seconds she was weightless.

Wow. That was pretty intense...what a rush! Doesn't get much better then that. I guess my little ball move could use some work if I want to play in the big leagues, but that wasn't so bad. Maybe next time. Back to it, then!

Colliding hard with the ground, Sakura grunted, flexed, and bounced backwards off the dirt. Heels over head she landed gracefully and immediately began her sprint back towards her opponent, as if the Shinku Hadoken hadn't hurt at all. Of course, it had, but the best fighters operated at full capacity under strenuous. Red sneakers flattening the grass, Sakura tried to get her offense started again right away. In many ways she was similar to a spinning wooden dummy. Each strike, no matter how effective, would result in branch spinning back around to slap the striker in the face."Attack!" Sakura blurted out, hyping herself up with a brief, punctuating battle cry.

As she neared her target she crouched down, sweeping her powerful leg at Ryu's ankles in an attempt to knock his legs out from under him. Completing a full three sixty she would launched herself into the air. Clutching her hands together she would bludgeon them into his head, swinging through her spread legs. It was an odd little move, but one that was a bit clever. A crossover. One might attempt to block the attack, but she was pushing herself deceptively far forward with her small jump. It would actually collide with the back of the opponent's skull rather then their face.

I've been pretty straight forward so far. A little trick like this should catch him off guard!

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

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World of Light

Kasugano Sakura

Level 1: 6/10
Location: Battling Ryu outside of Lumbridge
Word Count: 734
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 1: 7/10

Sakura spiralled back up to her feet and saw the look that briefly flashed across his face as he stood to re-engage. For a moment her heart swelled with pride, but it was time to get back to the real fighting. Unfortunately for her, Ryu was able to engage first, which was not what she wanted. She would have to attack him more next time, to stop him from going on the offensive himself. As Ryu predicted, Sakura was a skilled enough fighter to block his series of strikes. Brief impacts of blue energy emitted from her forearms as she deflected the force behind his blows. Dropping low to block his low punches and standing back to full height to stop his upper hits. Unfortunately, he wasn't committing to anything. The young woman was extremely eager to counter-attack, interrupt Ryu's offense and begin her own. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing or a sign of her impatience, just a reflection of her aggressive fighting style.

Toward the end of his last few probing strikes, she very briefly began to drop her guard and try to get in a punch of her own before retracting and blocking his next punch.

He's not planning on keeping this up forever. Eventually I'll counter these attacks, and he knows it. He also probably knows not too commit to any big moves because he knows I'm jumping at the chance to get in a hit of my own. But I don't think he knows that I'm not just gonna sit here and block forever. No way! He probably thinks I'm too overeager, or am waiting for the perfect moment, so he's gonna go for an overhead to break my defence. Not gonna happen! I'll take any chance I can get, even if it's small! Here it comes!

Sakura grimaced and grinned as she absorbed the collarbone breaker, so strong it felt like Ryu was punching her twice with one punch. She let the strike's momentum carry her down into a crouching position and then used it against him, transition into spinning leg kick that would snap out at Ryu's knees. Not enough for a sweep, but enough to get her into another one of her combos. A striking elbow into his midsection.

For the final move in this combo, Sakura would do a move Ryu would recognize as a rip-off move inspired by one of his own: the Shoryuken. Recognizable, but certainly different. Instead of a swirling flame fist, Sakura popped upward like a firecracker, her fist flashing yellow and cracking like gunpowder. Enough to launch Ryu into the air. Before he could land though, Sakura would finish her spin and dash underneath him, and launch her next attack. Another uppercut.

"Shouoken!" She shouted, the firecracker hitting his back and sending him into a backflip and landing on the ground. She knew he was going to get up fast, so unlike last time, she dashed ahead yet again to meet him as soon as he got back onto his feet. As soon as he did, she would attempt another throw. A simple but effective grab of the wrist, sticking her leg behind his ankle, and a hard spiralling push would flip him head over heels. If that worked, as soon as he got up from that one, she would do the same thing again, and again. Sakura was attempting to count on the fact that her attacks would be so predictable and repetitive that Ryu would be expecting her to do literally anything else and try to do defend against those possibilities, only to be greeted by the same move yet again. If this somehow managed to work four times in a row, she would stop at the fifth time and back off.

It was a bold move, to be sure, but Sakura was just that. Bold, offensive, big gambles. Often she was a fan favorite simply because she was so fun to watch, and it was certainly fun to fight this way. Here was a woman who, having trained almost entirely on punching bags, treated her foes and the world as just that. A canvas to paint her martial artistry on, to see each picture become more beautiful and better each time she attempted it. Learning more and more every encounter. Her dull red eyes were alight with the thrill of the fight.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Winton, outside the Inn

Dareen was in agreement with at least one thing Gennar had to say: this was a delicate family matter. Delicate family matters were something she had no experience in, but had just enough social tact to realise this and not butt in. Probably because the family she knew was hardly delicate. Dareen gave Denvar a sheepish look as he seemed to pay attention to her for the briefest moment to see the minor predicament she was in.

"I fold, I'm gonna go get some air," She said quietly. Just loud enough so people could hear her, not loud enough to warrant comment or discussion. She set the cards down face up, the facade of bluffs and raises revealed to be just that, as the cards she carried were virtually unuseable.

Turning to the side she went past Fatima and Denvar and silently excused herself from the personal family matter. Opening the door she let it close behind her and went off to the side exhaling. Sheesh. Heavy stuff. Dareen hated it when people said 'watch your tone' or were all passive aggressive, disguising what they felt behind a thin layer of politeness. It gave her the creeps. She preferred it when people just came out with it, which was apparently what Gen had done and now he was being reproached for it because because because, who knows? If there was one advantage of being a mercenary it was seeing the look on noble's faces as her commander brazenly rejected their facade of politeness and decency as they asked his company to perform acts of murder and mayhem on their behalf. It was small, petty thing, to peel away the paint and say 'Look, you're just as bad as I am.'

Now, thankfully, she was away from it. Mikhail had followed Faeril out, and she Widow was looking particularly dejected. Poor woman. Shamefully, Dareen thought she had pieced together what her sorest spot was. Dareen couldn't even begin to imagine what the loss of a child could do to someone. So when the family were discussing the matter of a boy, and Faeril was unusually hurt by words...? There were only a few conclusions to come too.

So Dareen leaned up against a wall and then slid down it, becoming little more then a vaguely human shaped pile of brown and red fabric. From the air she produced her journal and pen and opened up the parchment pages and began to idly illustrate images. A pair of cards, held in her own left hand. The old innkeeper. Thom with his hand on Dunny's head, looking off to the right side of the page with a concerned look on his face. Dareen had her knees pulled into her body, the journal opened and laying across her thighs, the pen deliberately scratching away to bring the drawings from a collection of abstract shapes into familiar manifestations of the people she had come to know in the most recent time of her short life on this planet.

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

Brooke Everett- the Linguist

Name: Brooke Everett
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Role: Crew Member

Specialty: Linguist/Cartographer

Personality: Brooke is a bubbly woman with a passion for exploration and knowledge for the betterment of all. Good-hearted, kind, Brooke enjoys making friends and spreading her own ideas and taking in the ideas of others. It's a shame she's exceptionally awkward and uncharismatic. One would not have to take themselves too seriously in order to become friends with the woman who stammers and gesticulates wildly when trying to express an idea she is particularly invested in. Self-awareness isn't one of her strengths, but she has just enough of it to be embarassed after the fact. Brooke tries to be humble but what pride she does have is easily bruised. She's also a terrible liar and accidentally wears her heart on her sleeves, even though she often tries to put up a facade of being cool and 'scientist-y'. Brooke is insatiably curious and frankly put: gullible. It was this gullibility that allowed her to trust in herself that her grandfather, and Atlantis, was real, and worth pursuing. She has a borderline obsessive nature with the lost empire, and though she has accomplished some tasks in her academic career, the only thing she has ever truly wanted was to find that vanished bastion of civilization that vanished into the sea untold millenia ago. Since she severely lacks people to talk too about the things she cares about, Brooke has developed a habit of thinking aloud, or talking to herself.

This all being said, Ms. Everett is an exceptionally skilled linguist and cartographer. Her lack of tact is not to be confused with a lack of intelligence. It is her life's passion and work.

Brooke has a distaste for violence, and is particularly aware of the flaws of the society she lives in. If anything good has come out of her struggles, it's her deeply burning empathy with the experiences of others. Brooke also is addicted too really likes Cola, reading, playing board games. Of course, maps and languages are pretty great, too.

Brooke is fluent in English, Atlantean, Spanish, and Chinese. She's also basically skilled in Russian, Japanese, Italian, French, and Louisiana Creole thanks to her childhood friend, Penny.

Appearance: Brooke is black woman with a slender, almost-athletic build. Her short, curly black hair is kept up and semi-side swept, though it becomes unkempt quite frequently. She has big, glittering brown eyes, a broad flat nose and full, plump lips that smile easy, revealing her chipped right front tooth. Resting on the bridge of her nose is almost always a pair of thin-rimmed circular glasses that tuck neatly over her small ears.

Her glasses serve two purposes- to help with her short sightedness, and to subdue the effects of her amblyopia, sometimes referred too as lazy eye. When not wearing her glasses, her right eye tends to drift inwards towards her nose rather then agreeing with wherever her left eye is looking. She can still see out of it when it's like it, but it's vision is blurrier and it's much easier to just focus on what her left eye is seeing rather then straining herself to look out of her lazy one. Especially when it's mostly just her nose and whatever the left eye is seeing, but worse.

Her clothes are brightly colored, casually formal and practical. White undershirts underneath red vests or blazers, and tucked into pants or skirts depending on her mood or situation. The scholar slips into heels, pumps, and boots easily.

Brooke, all dressed up and without her glasses

art stolen from kiikiibee.tumblr.com. check them out for cool drawings

Other: Brooke's American accent is almost North-Eastern but a little too sugary southern sweet. Brooke is also decent at plumbing, so if this whole cartography thing doesn't work out she'll fall back on that and just be a little bit unsatisfied and bored for the rest of her life, but that's not too bad.

History: Brooke was raised by her grandfather, Raymond Everett, after her parents Raymond Jr. and Patricia Everett passed away shortly when she was a toddler. She didn't know them much personally, but she learned much of them and the type of people they were. Good, hard-working, rebellious and stubborn. The ideal American, the kind so very often disparaged by most of the real Americans. Through stories her grandfather told of her father and his daughter-in-law they seemed to be respectable, loving people. Even though they weren't around to teach her the more indepth lessons of being a person in this world, she looks up to them anyway.

But Raymond was the man who she took after the most, a self-made man born in the Northern United States before the Civil War. The deck was stacked against him, as it were, but he got lucky, and made it work. He taught her often of linguistics and map-making. He didn't push her into it, he didn't even particularly want her to follow in his footsteps, but his passion and love for the subject was contagious. It was his identity, and his smile brightened the room whenever little Brooke dared to ask about the subject unprompted.

Brooke made friends with a little girl named Penny, two years her junior, who moved up North with her family a while ago. They became fast friends, even though they came from different backgrounds, especially when it came to class.

But soon Penny's nomadic family moved again, to somewhere else. Raymond Everett became obsessed with Atlantis, a lost forgotten Empire. He drudged up evidence and books and found the beginnings of the Atlantean language. He needed Shepherd's Journal, but he could never quite track it down. She saw him less and less towards the final years of his life, and though he was a great man, he never could just let it go.

Years have passed since then, and Brooke found herself taking up her grandfather's torch in the field of Academia. Most of whatever money he had intended to pass down to her was gone, or has been spent in the time since his passing. Originally, she planned to not fall down the same trap he did and become ensared by visions of Atlantis. Instead she wanted to study other aspects of those fields and become renowned for her own discoveries. For a while, this was true, but...it was hard not to think about.

So, working as a plumber in the boiler room of a University, she has slowly but surely built a little bit of a name for herself, if not publicly. Since she's technically not really a scholar, her work tends to be co-opted without credit by other members of academia. It has gotten under her skin recently, but she'd distracted herself more and more with focusing on the Lost Empire of Atlantis and cracking the code of the Atlantean language. Within the last year she has finally gotten fluent with it, has learned it's syntax and grammar, and can read and write it. Even her grandfather was a novice at the language, but she had his work as a headstart. Now, she's diving headlong into finally making a name for herself with a discovery that can't possibly be covered up or be taken credit for by somebody else- the discovery of the lost city itself. All she needs, is Shepherd's Journal and-

Oh, boy. Here we go again. This time, though, she'll be careful. Fortunately, it's not like there's anyone relying on her, so no one will miss her if she goes crazy. Plus...she's actually onto something here!

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

Well, here she is. Didn't take me as long as I thought, I kind of got on a roll in my opinion. Let me know if there's anything I need to change, add, or edit, or whatever. I based her on Milo Thatch of course and gave her a similar personality so she can fit the same role in the crew as Milo did in the movies. Obviously a cartographer who's just in it for the money means there's literally no conflict in the movie since that's the prevailing attitude of most of the crew, I imagine, lol. So yeah let me know what you think!

Brooke Everett- the Linguist

Name: Brooke Everett
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Role: Crew Member

Specialty: Linguist/Cartographer

Personality: Brooke is a bubbly woman with a passion for exploration and knowledge for the betterment of all. Good-hearted, kind, Brooke enjoys making friends and spreading her own ideas and taking in the ideas of others. It's a shame she's exceptionally awkward and uncharismatic. One would not have to take themselves too seriously in order to become friends with the woman who stammers and gesticulates wildly when trying to express an idea she is particularly invested in. Self-awareness isn't one of her strengths, but she has just enough of it to be embarassed after the fact. Brooke tries to be humble but what pride she does have is easily bruised. She's also a terrible liar and accidentally wears her heart on her sleeves, even though she often tries to put up a facade of being cool and 'scientist-y'. Brooke is insatiably curious and frankly put: gullible. It was this gullibility that allowed her to trust in herself that her grandfather, and Atlantis, was real, and worth pursuing. She has a borderline obsessive nature with the lost empire, and though she has accomplished some tasks in her academic career, the only thing she has ever truly wanted was to find that vanished bastion of civilization that vanished into the sea untold millenia ago. Since she severely lacks people to talk too about the things she cares about, Brooke has developed a habit of thinking aloud, or talking to herself.

This all being said, Ms. Everett is an exceptionally skilled linguist and cartographer. Her lack of tact is not to be confused with a lack of intelligence. It is her life's passion and work.

Brooke has a distaste for violence, and is particularly aware of the flaws of the society she lives in. If anything good has come out of her struggles, it's her deeply burning empathy with the experiences of others. Brooke also is addicted too really likes Cola, reading, playing board games. Of course, maps and languages are pretty great, too.

Brooke is fluent in English, Atlantean, Spanish, and Chinese. She's also basically skilled in Russian, Japanese, Italian, French, and Louisiana Creole thanks to her childhood friend, Penny.

Appearance: Brooke is black woman with a slender, almost-athletic build. Her short, curly black hair is kept up and semi-side swept, though it becomes unkempt quite frequently. She has big, glittering brown eyes, a broad flat nose and full, plump lips that smile easy, revealing her chipped right front tooth. Resting on the bridge of her nose is almost always a pair of thin-rimmed circular glasses that tuck neatly over her small ears.

Her glasses serve two purposes- to help with her short sightedness, and to subdue the effects of her amblyopia, sometimes referred too as lazy eye. When not wearing her glasses, her right eye tends to drift inwards towards her nose rather then agreeing with wherever her left eye is looking. She can still see out of it when it's like it, but it's vision is blurrier and it's much easier to just focus on what her left eye is seeing rather then straining herself to look out of her lazy one. Especially when it's mostly just her nose and whatever the left eye is seeing, but worse.

Her clothes are brightly colored, casually formal and practical. White undershirts underneath red vests or blazers, and tucked into pants or skirts depending on her mood or situation. The scholar slips into heels, pumps, and boots easily.

Brooke, all dressed up and without her glasses

art stolen from kiikiibee.tumblr.com. check them out for cool drawings

Other: Brooke's American accent is almost North-Eastern but a little too sugary southern sweet. Brooke is also decent at plumbing, so if this whole cartography thing doesn't work out she'll fall back on that and just be a little bit unsatisfied and bored for the rest of her life, but that's not too bad.

History: Brooke was raised by her grandfather, Raymond Everett, after her parents Raymond Jr. and Patricia Everett passed away shortly when she was a toddler. She didn't know them much personally, but she learned much of them and the type of people they were. Good, hard-working, rebellious and stubborn. The ideal American, the kind so very often disparaged by most of the real Americans. Through stories her grandfather told of her father and his daughter-in-law they seemed to be respectable, loving people. Even though they weren't around to teach her the more indepth lessons of being a person in this world, she looks up to them anyway.

But Raymond was the man who she took after the most, a self-made man born in the Northern United States before the Civil War. The deck was stacked against him, as it were, but he got lucky, and made it work. He taught her often of linguistics and map-making. He didn't push her into it, he didn't even particularly want her to follow in his footsteps, but his passion and love for the subject was contagious. It was his identity, and his smile brightened the room whenever little Brooke dared to ask about the subject unprompted.

Brooke made friends with a little girl named Penny, two years her junior, who moved up North with her family a while ago. They became fast friends, even though they came from different backgrounds, especially when it came to class.

But soon Penny's nomadic family moved again, to somewhere else. Raymond Everett became obsessed with Atlantis, a lost forgotten Empire. He drudged up evidence and books and found the beginnings of the Atlantean language. He needed Shepherd's Journal, but he could never quite track it down. She saw him less and less towards the final years of his life, and though he was a great man, he never could just let it go.

Years have passed since then, and Brooke found herself taking up her grandfather's torch in the field of Academia. Most of whatever money he had intended to pass down to her was gone, or has been spent in the time since his passing. Originally, she planned to not fall down the same trap he did and become ensared by visions of Atlantis. Instead she wanted to study other aspects of those fields and become renowned for her own discoveries. For a while, this was true, but...it was hard not to think about.

So, working as a plumber in the boiler room of a University, she has slowly but surely built a little bit of a name for herself, if not publicly. Since she's technically not really a scholar, her work tends to be co-opted without credit by other members of academia. It has gotten under her skin recently, but she'd distracted herself more and more with focusing on the Lost Empire of Atlantis and cracking the code of the Atlantean language. Within the last year she has finally gotten fluent with it, has learned it's syntax and grammar, and can read and write it. Even her grandfather was a novice at the language, but she had his work as a headstart. Now, she's diving headlong into finally making a name for herself with a discovery that can't possibly be covered up or be taken credit for by somebody else- the discovery of the lost city itself. All she needs, is Shepherd's Journal and-

Oh, boy. Here we go again. This time, though, she'll be careful. Fortunately, it's not like there's anyone relying on her, so no one will miss her if she goes crazy. Plus...she's actually onto something here!

zoey's characters

Brooke Everett- the Cartographer

Name: Brooke Everett
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Role: Crew Member

Specialty: Linguist/Cartographer

Personality: Brooke is a bubbly woman with a passion for exploration and knowledge for the betterment of all. Good-hearted, kind, Brooke enjoys making friends and spreading her own ideas and taking in the ideas of others. It's a shame she's exceptionally awkward and uncharismatic. One would not have to take themselves too seriously in order to become friends with the woman who stammers and gesticulates wildly when trying to express an idea she is particularly invested in. Self-awareness isn't one of her strengths, but she has just enough of it to be embarassed after the fact. Brooke tries to be humble but what pride she does have is easily bruised. She's also a terrible liar and accidentally wears her heart on her sleeves, even though she often tries to put up a facade of being cool and 'scientist-y'. Brooke is insatiably curious and frankly put: gullible. It was this gullibility that allowed her to trust in herself that her grandfather, and Atlantis, was real, and worth pursuing. She has a borderline obsessive nature with the lost empire, and though she has accomplished some tasks in her academic career, the only thing she has ever truly wanted was to find that vanished bastion of civilization that vanished into the sea untold millenia ago. Since she severely lacks people to talk too about the things she cares about, Brooke has developed a habit of thinking aloud, or talking to herself.

This all being said, Ms. Everett is an exceptionally skilled linguist and cartographer. Her lack of tact is not to be confused with a lack of intelligence. It is her life's passion and work.

Brooke has a distaste for violence, and is particularly aware of the flaws of the society she lives in. If anything good has come out of her struggles, it's her deeply burning empathy with the experiences of others. Brooke also is addicted too really likes Cola, reading, playing board games. Of course, maps and languages are pretty great, too.

Brooke is fluent in English, Atlantean, Spanish, and Chinese. She's also basically skilled in Russian, Japanese, Italian, French, and Louisiana Creole thanks to her childhood friend, Penny.

Appearance: Brooke is black woman with a slender, almost-athletic build. Her short, curly black hair is kept up and semi-side swept, though it becomes unkempt quite frequently. She has big, glittering brown eyes, a broad flat nose and full, plump lips that smile easy, revealing her chipped right front tooth. Resting on the bridge of her nose is almost always a pair of thin-rimmed circular glasses that tuck neatly over her small ears.

Her glasses serve two purposes- to help with her short sightedness, and to subdue the effects of her amblyopia, sometimes referred too as lazy eye. When not wearing her glasses, her right eye tends to drift inwards towards her nose rather then agreeing with wherever her left eye is looking. She can still see out of it when it's like it, but it's vision is blurrier and it's much easier to just focus on what her left eye is seeing rather then straining herself to look out of her lazy one. Especially when it's mostly just her nose and whatever the left eye is seeing, but worse.

Her clothes are brightly colored, casually formal and practical. White undershirts underneath red vests or blazers, and tucked into pants or skirts depending on her mood or situation. The scholar slips into heels, pumps, and boots easily.

Brooke, all dressed up and without her glasses

art stolen from kiikiibee.tumblr.com. check them out for cool drawings

Other: Brooke's American accent is almost North-Eastern but a little too sugary southern sweet. Brooke is also decent at plumbing, so if this whole cartography thing doesn't work out she'll fall back on that and just be a little bit unsatisfied and bored for the rest of her life, but that's not too bad.

History: Brooke was raised by her grandfather, Raymond Everett, after her parents Raymond Jr. and Patricia Everett passed away shortly when she was a toddler. She didn't know them much personally, but she learned much of them and the type of people they were. Good, hard-working, rebellious and stubborn. The ideal American, the kind so very often disparaged by most of the real Americans. Through stories her grandfather told of her father and his daughter-in-law they seemed to be respectable, loving people. Even though they weren't around to teach her the more indepth lessons of being a person in this world, she looks up to them anyway.

But Raymond was the man who she took after the most, a self-made man born in the Northern United States before the Civil War. The deck was stacked against him, as it were, but he got lucky, and made it work. He taught her often of linguistics and map-making. He didn't push her into it, he didn't even particularly want her to follow in his footsteps, but his passion and love for the subject was contagious. It was his identity, and his smile brightened the room whenever little Brooke dared to ask about the subject unprompted.

Brooke made friends with a little girl named Penny, two years her junior, who moved up North with her family a while ago. They became fast friends, even though they came from different backgrounds, especially when it came to class.

But soon Penny's nomadic family moved again, to somewhere else. Raymond Everett became obsessed with Atlantis, a lost forgotten Empire. He drudged up evidence and books and found the beginnings of the Atlantean language. He needed Shepherd's Journal, but he could never quite track it down. She saw him less and less towards the final years of his life, and though he was a great man, he never could just let it go.

Years have passed since then, and Brooke found herself taking up her grandfather's torch in the field of Academia. Most of whatever money he had intended to pass down to her was gone, or has been spent in the time since his passing. Originally, she planned to not fall down the same trap he did and become ensared by visions of Atlantis. Instead she wanted to study other aspects of those fields and become renowned for her own discoveries. For a while, this was true, but...it was hard not to think about.

So, working as a plumber in the boiler room of a University, she has slowly but surely built a little bit of a name for herself, if not publicly. Since she's technically not really a scholar, her work tends to be co-opted without credit by other members of academia. It has gotten under her skin recently, but she'd distracted herself more and more with focusing on the Lost Empire of Atlantis and cracking the code of the Atlantean language. Within the last year she has finally gotten fluent with it, has learned it's syntax and grammar, and can read and write it. Even her grandfather was a novice at the language, but she had his work as a headstart. Now, she's diving headlong into finally making a name for herself with a discovery that can't possibly be covered up or be taken credit for by somebody else- the discovery of the lost city itself. All she needs, is Shepherd's Journal and-

Oh, boy. Here we go again. This time, though, she'll be careful. Fortunately, it's not like there's anyone relying on her, so no one will miss her if she goes crazy. Plus...she's actually onto something here!

The Fall of Outremer (a Sci-fi story of epic proportions)

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to withdraw from this RP. I forgot about it, and lost my interest, and it would be rude for me to keep it on hold and try to crank out a CS. I wish you the best of luck in this RP and future ones.

ATLANTIS: The Lost Empire

I guess I'll take a shot at the cartographer/linguist role.