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Red Thunder

A Warrior in a Garden
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Posting Speed
  1. 1-3 posts per week
  2. One post per week
  3. Slow As Molasses
Writing Levels
  1. Adept
  2. Advanced
  3. Prestige
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
  2. Female
  3. Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
Fantasy, SciFi, Modern, Magical
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Knight resplendent in battle- hardened armor.

Construction worker, lunchbox in hand and covered in dust and sweat.

Scholar bent and twisted from ages confined to a parchment-covered desk almost as old as he.

Space hitchhiker, jacket pock-marked from near misses of laser blasts and meteors.

Ancient god.

Insignificant mouse.

All need a rest. All may find one at the Diner. Cares are left at the door; the Owner, "Ma'am" to her patrons, gives comfort and relaxation. Here, you might meet strangers unimagined. Here, you might speak of and listen to deeds heroic or villainous. Here, you might pour out your heart. Here, you are welcome and safe.

Da good sheet:

-Name
-Age
-Sex
-Description; written and visual is preferable, but only one is required. No anime.
-Personality (include 3 strengths and weaknesses of character [not skills])
-Biography (3 paragraphs)
-Notable skills
-Brief description of your character's setting (anything relevant to your character)
-Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.

Da bad sheet:
-posts are expected once every 1-2 weeks (life always takes priority, and if you have to step away for a time or simply need to not post, don't ghost me. I can't work with what I don't know).
-at least 2 paragraphs per post; please don't toss out a few sentences.
-please have a working knowledge of the English language, and please proofread before posting. Spelling errors and typos happen, but we don't need to struggle through reading a post.
-follow Iwaku general rules.
-don't puppet someone else's character without directly expressed permission.
-you is kind; you is smart; you is important. treat others the same way.
-keep OOC polite and courteous; it won't be good if I have to get involved.
-it would be, like, super weird if it happened, but if things somehow get steamy between characters, take it to a blackout. there will be no warning for this violation.

And that's the skeleton of the thing! We'll start the story with everyone's entry into the Diner for their first time. First post will be- uh, we'll say 11/21. Once I drop an acceptance post on 11/20, I'll get up a discord link, as I enjoy the OOC goofiness that happens there. I'm not going to give a blanket acceptance, but will instead be looking for considered characters.

Thanks, and Godspeed!

@Zarko Straadi @Ur Degaton @Chess Von Checkers @Necropolis @commanderapathy @Nemopedia @Kuno
 
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Louelle Huang

  • Name; Louelle Huang
  • Age; 19
  • Sex; Female
  • Description; Dark slanted eyes and dark straight hair, from her Asian ancestry Louelle inherited these common features along with a roundish face. It makes her appear younger, but also paler.

If one were to ask Louelle what her three best traits are she would say her enthusiasm, endless optimism, and empathy. Louelle knows how to engage with people, knows where to find an opening and enter through it and instantly turns into a new best friend. Not one to give up, if ever, Louelle believes in finding that silver lining and believing that sunshine will come after rain, as sure as that the sun will rise after the night. And if someone is sad? Well, Louelle always has a solution to make the tears go away, either by being brighter, or through food and neither have failed her so far. Other than that Louelle just likes to live well and live right, working hard to achieve her goals and most of all, bring smiles.

If one were to ask what she believes to be her three worst traits Louelle would have a harder time to admit to them. Sensitive to criticism, even to her own, Louelle rather turns her face away from all that tends to bring the mood down. After all, life is to be enjoyed, not to be miserable. And yet Louelle has plenty of times she does feel a little bit depressed, another such ugly word she rather not address, or acknowledge. After all, she can’t be that pitiful when there are so many who are worse off! And so she stubbornly goes on with life and tries to find the best in all, even if she has to bend herself backwards.

Louelle’s life starts out pretty stereotypically for an Asian girl growing up in France. Her parents are immigrants, they moved to Europe in the hopes of pursuing a better future. They opened a store, in their case, a bakery where they specialised in Asian pastries. So Louelle always had something delicious to eat and more to share, though she wasn’t allowed to eat too much, for they favoured a healthy diet. At last; hard work was poured into her from the cradle. Her parents wanted her to do well in life, but above all, they wanted to make sure to sufficiently scare her from harsh labour to do well in school and all other extracurriculars that they put her through. Anything but the harsh lives they had to endure.

So her life was a little shaped by her parents with very little choice of her own. Music lessons on Tuesdays, sports on Thursdays. Saturday nights were for Chinese, so that she wouldn’t lose the ability to speak to the remainder of her relatives. And between that she had to go to school and do her homework and practice her characters, as well as studying her music sheets. Sundays were her only day off, but even then the house of Huang didn’t like wandering souls with nothing to do, or who slept in, so Sundays meant work. Help around the shop, clean up the tables, or roll out the dough. And if she ever complained? Well, it was meant to serve as a warning what was to happen to those who didn’t do well in school.

It should have scared Louelle, and it did. Or not. She isn’t sure, for she enjoys the routine, much more than that she enjoyed the freedom she suddenly gained when entering university. Moving out, being independent. It all went easier than she had expected, but there was a gnawing loneliness within her and a realisation that she didn’t quite know what to do with herself once she was giving her own autonomy over both future and time. A terrifying thought for a girl so young, or a woman still a girl, Louelle wasn’t quite sure how to call herself yet. She just knows that she doesn’t want to go back, but neither does she know how to move on. A very normal question, but a very dire situation.

And then she hadn’t even mentioned that one recurring dream that keeps on haunting her since sixteen. The orange house and all of the cats and then a voice telling her that she didn’t belong. Fine! She doesn’t like orange anyway, and that many tabby cats seemed like a nightmare to her, even if they were supposedly lucky. There was no need to be rude about it, right? Besides, she didn’t invite the dream over, so why was it haunting her anyway? It was the dream that doesn’t belong!

Ask Louelle and she wouldn’t know how to answer. Isn’t everything a skill nowadays? Well, she likes to cheer people up and she has yet to fail to cheer someone up, or to break the ice with anyone. So that is one.

Second, well, she grew up in a bakery. Of course Louelle knows how to roll out some good dough, or knows her basic cakes. There is also always something that she can recommend. She is sure that it will be to their liking as well!

Third… perhaps the fact that she can memorise whole laps of texts in a short amount of time and recite? Or the fact that she can fold her legs into her neck! There is also this thing that she can do with her thumb that freaks people out, and… Well, Louelle is a girl with many hobbies that she has practiced since childhood, accompanied with even more quirks.

The 21st century really isn’t all that interesting. An economic recession here, pandemic there, global warming threatening the world. Really, Louelle is just leaning back and waiting for the next disaster to cross itself on her bingo sheet. Or rather, she tries to ignore it and be her happiest self. What she didn’t expect was someone to come up at her and tell her that she is a witch! Or rather, tell her that she holds magic within in a non-pick-up-line-way. The person in question also described himself as a dragon, which is a terrible tag line to ever give yourself, in real life, or while trying to date. In any case, without even being on the lookout Louelle was suddenly told that she has 1) magic and 2) dragons exist and 3) she is the key to freeing their cursed existence in the body of a human. Talk about a weirdo!

But the guy who claimed it was also the guy she had been seeing in her dreams for three years straight. Three. Years. Straight. Without ever meeting him, and all he ever told her that she didn’t belong. In her dream at least, for now he told her a bunch of other things, but mostly just nonsense she didn’t want to believe. Until her own tabby cat started to talk to her instead of purring.

Oh well, she was in need of a change of pace anyway. Why not?

She woke up to golden eyes peering at her, the words ‘you don’t belong’ haunting her like a whispering echo on her mind. A feeling of unease constricting her chest and the thought of being chased lingering as she slammed the alarm button off, a sigh escaping her with the realisation that it was yet another morning. Morning and dark, as they commonly were in the winter where the sun didn’t rise until late and where class didn’t wait for the sun.

A feeling of dread mixed with general fatigue and exhaustion before she had fled her bed overwhelmed Louelle who wondered what this all was supposed to mean. Why the dream haunted her and why she felt so displaced after the mere eyes of a stranger.

“Hurry,” her mother had told her, pointing at the clock on the wall when she finally came downstairs for her breakfast. “Nineteen years old and still no ounce of responsibility,” came the early criticism as Louelle grabbed herself a baked bun from the display, murmuring a halfhearted ‘good morning’ followed with a ‘I’m leaving’ before she fled the shop in which the first customers already sat. A flurry of ‘take care’ and ‘you can do it’ followed after her accompanied with the occasional remark of ‘good morning’ and ‘the same as ever’ before Louelle had managed to get out of the door without dropping her bag, or herself, continuing her race down to the metro.

The trudge of the morning rush was accompanied with all who had a destination to be. Her own being the university, as the cabin was packed with people like a tin of sardines, elbows poking her in the rib and sometimes nearing her face, and moods similar to that of her own. None seemed to be willing to be there at that moment and at this hour, and yet all of them diligently got on and off the ride to proceed their day. Same old, same cycle. There was the salaryman in the grey suit who could be found everyday on the same ride. On the other side the career woman who balanced dangerously on her heels, but never fell on the dirty floor despite the height.

And then there were the wild curls of Camille who had just gotten on at her stop, waving excitedly towards Louelle, worming her way through the mass. “Guess what?” the female asked when she finally reached and Louelle wondered how someone could have the energy to be so excited so early, though she was grateful for the break in her repetition all the same.

“I have a new boyfriend.” Even without Louelle’s response Camille was quick to fill in as she chatted about her new beau, which, if Louelle had counted right, was the sixth already this semester.

“Oh, please don’t judge too quickly, I promise he is a decent guy,” her friend had proclaimed, and Louelle recalled that Camille had said the same about all of her boyfriends so far.

She gave the guy a week. Less even after they reached the campus and a ‘Camille’ came from the side accompanied with a pair of golden eyes.

Golden familiar eyes that she had seen not even an hour ago when still asleep.

“Meet---”

“David,” she had said without much thought, startling all including herself as Louelle blinked, her morning haze suddenly dispelled as a feeling of dread built up within her.

If she could help it Camille was going to ditch the man today. Today, Louelle promised herself as she turned around and marched into the direction of her faculty building, ignoring the calls from her friend as she rushed off.

‘You don’t belong.’ the words whispered, and this time they were an hiss as golden eyes flared up into something akin to hatred.
 
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JIN CHO
Name: Jin Cho
Age: 28
Sex: Female

Appearance:

Jin is in the best shape of her life. Serving as a security operative for Delta Corps. requires consistent, rigorous training. Her hard work is reflected in the sinewy muscles of her 5’9” boyish build, and the guard takes pride in the power lying in her unassuming frame.

The woman’s fashion focuses on comfort over style. A bit tomboyish, Jin’s makeup is minimal when worn, and the sole piece of jewelry she wears is the ring on her bottom lip. She put blonde highlights in her bangs a year or two ago at the behest of her friend.

Biography:

It takes grit to provide security on long hauls across the cosmos.

The small-town Mars transplant at first didn’t seem like a good fit for Delta Corps on paper. Gangly, soft-spoken, and a little wet under the nose, Jin Cho was originally intended for Orion University to follow in her engineer parents’ footsteps. But Jin had always figured she was better suited for pushing people rather than pens, and it turned out she was right.

She was hired a few days shy of her twentieth birthday, and she started in surveillance: overlooking the ship’s external cameras, checking for brig leaks, etc. A tedious yet advantageous position. A few travels with the company and the higher-ups quickly realized the brawny girl would be better suited in a less desired position: security detail. It would have been easy for a girl like her to get swallowed up in that world. It was hard at first; a physically grueling position, the worst jobs like beast bounties were typically relegated to low ranking members. Turnover for grunts like her was high, and her competitive coworkers were less than welcoming. But Jin pushed through. She kept her head above water long enough to get promoted, and from there she took on the real jobs: personal protection details, cargo watch, and transport.

She tries to take breaks between jobs to visit family on Mars. Her parents still haven’t quite wrapped their heads around the idea of their little girl wrangling thugs and firing guns, so Jin keeps the shop talk away from their kitchen tables. But the vacations never last long. After a month, her itch for action starts up again, and it’s never long before she takes to the cosmos once more, her next adventure dangling from the stars.

Personality:

It takes a bad spirit to dislike Jin. Naturally even-keel, the woman is a cool, calming presence for her more aggressive coworkers. She doesn’t care for idle chat, but she’s more than willing to share the company of others. One could question how a woman like this could constrain dangerous criminals. But the woman has shown the ability to convey extreme aggression in the presence of a threat, and she will not hesitate to show force towards those who need it.

She’s been accused on more than one occasion - and by more than one loved one - of having far too much of a cavalier attitude towards her own personality safety. And it’s true; the woman is a thrill-seeker, and her lackadaisical mindset when it comes to danger can characterize her as reckless. She chooses, a bit selfishly, to live in the moment. But she would willingly give up that moment if it meant saving the life of another.

Notable skills:
  • Kicking ass and taking names.
  • Skilled marksman. Will shoot first then talk.
  • Mediocre ship engineering skills.
  • Gifted softball player.
  • A smattering of knife tricks she picked up in uni.

Brief description of your character's setting:

The year is 2140, and Jin is working security detail with Delta Corps., the largest private sector of military for hire in the galaxy. She just recently signed a long-term contract with Rhodeon, a cargo ship transporting prisoners and seized contraband to the prison satellite station Labyrinth orbiting the edge of Andromeda. The trip will take roughly two years; it’s not uncommon for space pirates or prison breakers to board during stasis, so security details take shifts throughout the journey to strongly deter any attempts to break in.

Writing sample:

Bridgeport Space Station, orbiting Saturn. 2132.

To the rush of people swarming the cylinder confines of Bridgeport, noise was to them as the cries of a babe were to beleaguered mothers. You adapted to it. You grew used to it. Get tired enough, and you even started to ignore it. The blistering chill of space was meted by this social hub of human machination, the human aspect of it not needing to be said. For who else could come up with this bizarre amalgamation of a city, mall, and spaceport in one floating vessel? The metal streets were lined with synthetic plants and giant screens, each emulating a different season, country, or planet at a fleeting touch. Ad drones bounced jauntily above, projecting paid sponsorships across tiles and ceilings alike. Further within, past the constrained arrival gates and the mass of space-weary travelers packing through, crowds flooded through into the Main Atrium. Satellite shops lined the corridors selling every good known to this corner of the galaxy. There wasn’t a corner nor a shadow nor a light that wasn’t occupied by a body.

It made Bridgeport good for hiding in plain sight. No one really stopped long enough to give a crap about those who had.

“Are you finished with your Celeste Fresh meal?”

“In a minute.”

Jin swiped away the A.I. waitress screen prompting her to specify how many more minutes were needed to finish her meal. The bubbly Celeste Fresh theme played, and the woman ignored it, hunching in further over her Martian stew - if you could call it that. Sure, they’d tried their best; but the potatoes were brown, not red...and there was a disturbing lack of eyes floating in the broth. Not really her cup of tea.

She was the only one seated at the bar restaurant along the main tunnel. Just her and the automaton behind the counter to keep her coming. The A.I. was incessantly cheery; she was probably the first customer it had serviced in months. Jin wiped the sweat from her forehead, letting its chirpy questions about a beverage fade away into the background buzz of the station. Truth be told, she needed one; coming out of stasis always left her dehydrated, and the swarm of bodies around her had the skin under her fatigues crawling. The real truth be told, ordinarily she would have stayed on the ship, shore leave bedamned.

But it was March 7th.

Next to her bowl, a FaceComm screen sat ahead of her. Jin put in the required tokens and waited for the server to connect with Mars. An ad played in the interim; something about gilded finishes for your next sublevel spacecraft. Jin spooned a potato in her mouth.

“Celeste Fresh is the best! Would you like to pair our Martian stew with -”

“Quiet, tin can.”

Eventually the transition screen came on; a quick ten second countdown to connection and then…

User did not respond. Please leave a message after the tone.

The recording light came on. Ignoring the flurry of disappointment in her, Jin smoothed the hair back from her face as the screen turned grey. She pretended that there was a face looking back at her from there; a round, cheery face with rosy lips and almond eyes. Maybe bangs; one never knew with her sister. Her looks constantly changed.

The tone sounded, and Jin cleared her throat. The bar stall was about as much privacy as one would get on that bloated space hull. Faces passed, a blur of skin in the wind, and Jin leaned forward. Exhaustion had carved circles under her eyes, and yet she still smiled.

“Hey, baby girl. You’re probably out with Ryan or...I dunno, whoever it is you hang out with nowadays. Listen I um...I- I just wanted to call and check up on you. And tell you, um...Happy birthday. And happy birthday for the next year, and the next year, and the next-”

Jin laughed. “Sorry. I just...sorry, but I’m not going to see you for awhile, I-” Her voice cracked a bit. “I took a job, you see. This one’s for the long haul; five years, they said. I finally got into Delta Corps. So I’m not gonna...”

There was a weighty silence as the years added up, the implications impressing into the woman’s face. Five years of missed birthdays. Five years of a life gone in a flash. Five years, and suddenly her little sister would be older than her.

Jin looked away, tears in her eyes.

“Love you, sis. Tell mom and dad I said the same.”

 
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Well, since this has had precisely 2 entries, congrats, @Kuno and @Nemopedia ! Louelle and Jin are accepted! I'll DM y'all a discord link here shortly.

For anyone else wanting to apply, please feel free! The nature of the set up allows for characters to come in later, though acceptance will still of course be case-by-case basis.

Thanks, and Godspeed!
 
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-Name: Solomon Adamos

-Age: 30

-Sex: Male

-Personality: Having shown a keen mind at a young age, Solomon is a very curious individual and always wants to know how something works. He does not believe in the supernatural as that would imply it is beyond science. He is also very motivated, willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals. This stems from his belief that only alchemists like himself can save the world from falling to the abyss. Because of this mindset, he can show traits of condensation and arrogance to those he deems to be ignorant or misinformed. His years of living in the hellish ruins of what was once the world has made him virtually fearless to dangerous situations and the notion of death itself. A side effect of this is that he can be overtly aggressive and on guard against most individuals, as he barely has any contact with anyone that isn’t a nightmarish creature of the beyond. His lack of social interaction has led him to having more in common with monsters than his own kind.

-Biography: Solomon Adamos was born to Maximus and Penelope Adamos, two renowned Alchemists of the Kingdom of Oram. Growing up, Solomon exhibited intense interest in the alchemical arts, just like his parents. Because of his keen intelligence, his parents opted to home school him and teach what they deemed necessary. Between the ages of 4-12, Solomon was put through countless study sessions and lectures, steadily improving his understanding of the natural world. It wasn’t until his 12th birthday that everything changed. A cataclysmic event that would wipe out half the planet’s population in a single night. No one is quite sure what happened, but one thing was for certain… The sky was gone.

What was once a night sky, filled with stars and moonlight, was now a black void of all encompassing darkness. The 12 year old Solomon was terrified, unable to fully grasp the gravity of the situation. His parents left the homestead, intent on traveling to the nearest village in search of answers. Despite his pleas for

them not to leave him alone, the two master alchemists knew they had a job to do, and left him in his bedroom, lit only by candlelight… They never returned. Solomon would come to learn a harsh truth that fateful day. That it was the last day he would ever see the sun, and the stars. Armed only with a chemistry set gifted to him for his birthday, his knowledge, and a handful of self lighting candles, the young alchemist would venture out into an unknown and dangerous world.

Solomon would learn the hard way that the world had become a hellish nightmare. Those who cannot sustain a light source and succumbed to the dark, would transform into malicious creatures, hungry for flesh. But Solomon prevailed time and time again. Whether it be hiding, fighting, or outsmarting the eldritch horrors of the shadows, Solomon became a survivor. As he got older his knowledge of alchemy only grew. Eventually turning into a mastery of the art that aids him in his ultimate quest to eventually vanquish the darkness.

-Notable skills: Solomon is a master of Alchemy, or science as others would call it. With it he can do seemingly magical acts such as concocting elixirs with fantastical and supernatural effects, transmuting materials into other forms, and even imbuing objects with thaumaturgic properties. Alchemy blurs the lines between traditional science and magic, transcending traditional rules of thought and application. With the right will and knowledge, one can create anything.

Solomon has also developed a mastery over combative skills during his near two decades of battling the denizens of the void. Weapons like swords, guns, and explosives come easy to him. He’s an expert in fisticuffs, utilizing techniques designed to inflict maximum damage to the enemy with no regard for collateral.

Spending most of his life in near darkness, Solomon’s eyes adapted to the harsh conditions and allow him to see in the near complete absent of light. Though he cannot see in complete darkness.

-Setting: Ever since the world was plunged into eternal darkness, most of the populace who weren’t in the light went through a rapid metamorphosis. Changing them into ferocious monsters of varying size, shape, and form. This unpredictability has led to survivors adopting a chronic state of fear and alertness, especially in Solomon’s case. Light is the only thing standing between survival and damnation, so all survivors use various sources of light to stay alive. Whether it be through fire, electricity, or even bioluminescent flora.

-Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.

Solomon moved down the cobblestone road with deliberation, his metal boots clacking loudly against the decrepit collection of rocks and soil. A lantern hung from his belt, shining much brighter than what any ordinary flame could achieve. On either side of him were the dead trees of a dead forest. Snow fell gently from the abyssal sky, caking the ground and some of the road. Hopefully he would reach his destination before the road was completely covered. He had been traveling for days on end, only occasionally stopping to eat a ration or take a stamina potion, which was the only thing keeping him from the need to sleep. He was on his way to the kingdom of Gren, a once prosperous land that went silent after the light faded. Rumor was told that most of it had survived the apocalypse and was now a safe haven for survivors. Though because of its isolation and very far distance from the other kingdoms, many people didn’t want to risk the trip. But he was willing to make the trek, for the sake of hope. He knew that the country was most likely dead just like the others, but hope was all anyone had left anymore. The gods had abandoned them, and it was up to him to pick up the pieces they left behind.

He eventually came upon a wooden bridge, worn and damaged from the elements. Despite this, he began to cross it with careful and measured steps, avoiding the holes and splintered planks that littered the crossing. He only made it halfway across when a taloned hand reached out from one of the holes and grabbed his ankle. Immediately yanking his leg free, he barely had time to react as something crawled up over the side of the railing and leaped at him. Not wasting any time, Solomon tossed a cloth pouch at the creature, which immediately exploded into a bright light. The attack blinded the monster, which ended up crashing into the opposite railing instead of its intended target. Unsheathing his sword, he slashed at a diagonal angle, bisecting the creature from shoulder to hip. Dark blood splattered across the aged wood of the bridge.

He analyzed the creature, taking in it’s eldritch form. It was humanoid, with dark grey skin that stretched over a burgeoning skeletal system. It had no mouth, and twenty two beady black eyes that covered its face haphazardly. It’s fingers each ended in a three inch bone protrusion. Creature’s like these were among the weaker monsters, but dangerous nonetheless. He sheathed his sword and made his way across the bridge. On the other side he could barely make out the glint of something in the distance. Illusion perhaps? No, they were the tell tale sign of lanterns, beacons of civilization that eased the worries of any who see them. He blinked wearily as he approached the lights, enamored by their multiplicity. Usually settlements only had three or even four lanterns, given how rare oil was. Yet there were hundreds, maybe even thousands lighting up what could only be described as a castle. No, castle doesn’t do it justice, it was more like a city, elevated on a giant stone platform. It’s architecture bordered on impossible, yet here it was. Such a city would’ve been seen for miles away, but given the tall trees and mountains that obscured the sky during his journey, it made since that he wouldn’t have seen it.

Eventually he reached a checkpoint, guarded by two men in heavy looking armor. The armor was very mechanical, with gears and pistons constantly churning and hissing. He did not know the purpose of it, but decided not to ask. Clearing his throat, he spoke to the guards.

“Greetings, I am Solomon Adamos, an alchemist. I was hoping to gain entry to thi-“

Before he could finish his sentence, both of the guards brought up their blunderbusses in a threatening gesture.

“Outsiders are not permitted to enter, leave or suffer the consequences.”

The guards both spoke in unison with scratchy, mechanical voices. It sounded like metal being bashed together to create what surmounted to comprehensible speech. Solomon was caught off guard by this, clearly not expecting the two guards to be automatons. He knew they existed, and had even seen diagrams of different models. But to see them up close was a different story. They were like giant wind-up toys you could command. Perfect soldiers against the abyssal horde. But who created them? And how was such a city built that survived against the dangers of the dark world? He would find his answers, but first, he needed to find a way in.
 
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-Name: Solomon Adamos

-Age: 30

-Sex: Male

-Personality: Having shown a keen mind at a young age, Solomon is a very curious individual and always wants to know how something works. He does not believe in the supernatural as that would imply it is beyond science. He is also very motivated, willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals. This stems from his belief that only alchemists like himself can save the world from falling to the abyss. Because of this mindset, he can show traits of condensation and arrogance to those he deems to be ignorant or misinformed. His years of living in the hellish ruins of what was once the world has made him virtually fearless to dangerous situations and the notion of death itself. A side effect of this is that he can be overtly aggressive and on guard against most individuals, as he barely has any contact with anyone that isn’t a nightmarish creature of the beyond. His lack of social interaction has led him to having more in common with monsters than his own kind.

-Biography: Solomon Adamos was born to Maximus and Penelope Adamos, two renowned Alchemists of the Kingdom of Oram. Growing up, Solomon exhibited intense interest in the alchemical arts, just like his parents. Because of his keen intelligence, his parents opted to home school him and teach what they deemed necessary. Between the ages of 4-12, Solomon was put through countless study sessions and lectures, steadily improving his understanding of the natural world. It wasn’t until his 12th birthday that everything changed. A cataclysmic event that would wipe out half the planet’s population in a single night. No one is quite sure what happened, but one thing was for certain… The sky was gone.

What was once a night sky, filled with stars and moonlight, was now a black void of all encompassing darkness. The 12 year old Solomon was terrified, unable to fully grasp the gravity of the situation. His parents left the homestead, intent on traveling to the nearest village in search of answers. Despite his pleas for

them not to leave him alone, the two master alchemists knew they had a job to do, and left him in his bedroom, lit only by candlelight… They never returned. Solomon would come to learn a harsh truth that fateful day. That it was the last day he would ever see the sun, and the stars. Armed only with a chemistry set gifted to him for his birthday, his knowledge, and a handful of self lighting candles, the young alchemist would venture out into an unknown and dangerous world.

Solomon would learn the hard way that the world had become a hellish nightmare. Those who cannot sustain a light source and succumbed to the dark, would transform into malicious creatures, hungry for flesh. But Solomon prevailed time and time again. Whether it be hiding, fighting, or outsmarting the eldritch horrors of the shadows, Solomon became a survivor. As he got older his knowledge of alchemy only grew. Eventually turning into a mastery of the art that aids him in his ultimate quest to eventually vanquish the darkness.

-Notable skills: Solomon is a master of Alchemy, or science as others would call it. With it he can do seemingly magical acts such as concocting elixirs with fantastical and supernatural effects, transmuting materials into other forms, and even imbuing objects with thaumaturgic properties. Alchemy blurs the lines between traditional science and magic, transcending traditional rules of thought and application. With the right will and knowledge, one can create anything.

Solomon has also developed a mastery over combative skills during his near two decades of battling the denizens of the void. Weapons like swords, guns, and explosives come easy to him. He’s an expert in fisticuffs, utilizing techniques designed to inflict maximum damage to the enemy with no regard for collateral.

Spending most of his life in near darkness, Solomon’s eyes adapted to the harsh conditions and allow him to see in the near complete absent of light. Though he cannot see in complete darkness.

-Setting: Ever since the world was plunged into eternal darkness, most of the populace who weren’t in the light went through a rapid metamorphosis. Changing them into ferocious monsters of varying size, shape, and form. This unpredictability has led to survivors adopting a chronic state of fear and alertness, especially in Solomon’s case. Light is the only thing standing between survival and damnation, so all survivors use various sources of light to stay alive. Whether it be through fire, electricity, or even bioluminescent flora.

-Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.

Solomon moved down the cobblestone road with deliberation, his metal boots clacking loudly against the decrepit collection of rocks and soil. A lantern hung from his belt, shining much brighter than what any ordinary flame could achieve. On either side of him were the dead trees of a dead forest. Snow fell gently from the abyssal sky, caking the ground and some of the road. Hopefully he would reach his destination before the road was completely covered. He had been traveling for days on end, only occasionally stopping to eat a ration or take a stamina potion, which was the only thing keeping him from the need to sleep. He was on his way to the kingdom of Gren, a once prosperous land that went silent after the light faded. Rumor was told that most of it had survived the apocalypse and was now a safe haven for survivors. Though because of its isolation and very far distance from the other kingdoms, many people didn’t want to risk the trip. But he was willing to make the trek, for the sake of hope. He knew that the country was most likely dead just like the others, but hope was all anyone had left anymore. The gods had abandoned them, and it was up to him to pick up the pieces they left behind.

He eventually came upon a wooden bridge, worn and damaged from the elements. Despite this, he began to cross it with careful and measured steps, avoiding the holes and splintered planks that littered the crossing. He only made it halfway across when a taloned hand reached out from one of the holes and grabbed his ankle. Immediately yanking his leg free, he barely had time to react as something crawled up over the side of the railing and leaped at him. Not wasting any time, Solomon tossed a cloth pouch at the creature, which immediately exploded into a bright light. The attack blinded the monster, which ended up crashing into the opposite railing instead of its intended target. Unsheathing his sword, he slashed at a diagonal angle, bisecting the creature from shoulder to hip. Dark blood splattered across the aged wood of the bridge.

He analyzed the creature, taking in it’s eldritch form. It was humanoid, with dark grey skin that stretched over a burgeoning skeletal system. It had no mouth, and twenty two beady black eyes that covered its face haphazardly. It’s fingers each ended in a three inch bone protrusion. Creature’s like these were among the weaker monsters, but dangerous nonetheless. He sheathed his sword and made his way across the bridge. On the other side he could barely make out the glint of something in the distance. Illusion perhaps? No, they were the tell tale sign of lanterns, beacons of civilization that eased the worries of any who see them. He blinked wearily as he approached the lights, enamored by their multiplicity. Usually settlements only had three or even four lanterns, given how rare oil was. Yet there were hundreds, maybe even thousands lighting up what could only be described as a castle. No, castle doesn’t do it justice, it was more like a city, elevated on a giant stone platform. It’s architecture bordered on impossible, yet here it was. Such a city would’ve been seen for miles away, but given the tall trees and mountains that obscured the sky during his journey, it made since that he wouldn’t have seen it.

Eventually he reached a checkpoint, guarded by two men in heavy looking armor. The armor was very mechanical, with gears and pistons constantly churning and hissing. He did not know the purpose of it, but decided not to ask. Clearing his throat, he spoke to the guards.

“Greetings, I am Solomon Adamos, an alchemist. I was hoping to gain entry to thi-“

Before he could finish his sentence, both of the guards brought up their blunderbusses in a threatening gesture.

“Outsiders are not permitted to enter, leave or suffer the consequences.”

The guards both spoke in unison with scratchy, mechanical voices. It sounded like metal being bashed together to create what surmounted to comprehensible speech. Solomon was caught off guard by this, clearly not expecting the two guards to be automatons. He knew they existed, and had even seen diagrams of different models. But to see them up close was a different story. They were like giant wind-up toys you could command. Perfect soldiers against the abyssal horde. But who created them? And how was such a city built that survived against the dangers of the dark world? He would find his answers, but first, he needed to find a way in.
Approved! Discord link on the way!
 
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Name: Konrad "Hailyard" West
Age: 59

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Brief description of Konrad:
Konrad is an Ex Marine from the 130st F.R.S or First Response Strike Team, The F.R.S is made up of members from all walks of life and communities within the USMC, Hailyard is most often found in his barrack tinkering with firearms and equipment.

Notable Skills:

Team Leader
Looking out for people
Advanced fighting skills

Personality:
He is a harden man with a calm and collected state of mind, Hailyard also is a very focused man when it come to taking orders, he is also loyal and devoted to any task that comes his way

Hobbies:

Likes
Reading, Drawing, writing, building guns, studying Firearms.

Dislikes
Disobedience, people who are racist, and people who ignore the dead

History:
Konrad ended up on this ship as a POW during WW2 and has lived there ever since. Until he was found by the town's people on a beach.

Relationships:
He wants to make sure they feel safe and protected

Occupation:
USMC MP

RP sample:
[BUCI]Konrad A. West
[ci]Interaction: ‎‏‎‏‎‏‎‏‎‎‎‎‎‏‎Open‬‭ ‬‭
[c]0:56 ——•———————— 42:48
↺ << ll >> ⋮ The Sacrament of Sin Album by PowerWolf
ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇▉
[c]Konrad gave a weak smile under his faceplate, and said "It's Konrad Able West, I'm a staff Sergeant in the marine corps."

[c]Konrad checked his pistol on more time while he walked with Jupiter

[c]He also checked his rifle, making sure it was ready for an upcoming fight if needed.

Extra:
Theme song: Raise The Gates by Egypt Central

Playlist: Desert Wolf
 
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Admiral Lin
30ish, 40ish
Female

Personality:
Lin and the battlecruiser HEEN Kwangtung share one brain. By weight percentage, the battlecruiser is by far the main body, and Lin can appear distant, aloof, or distracted if she has to manage the ship. Lin was meant to be the human interface to a creation with more power than god, a philosopher-king who could always solve the trolley problem. The comical differences in scale sometimes leads to strange moral judgements and behaviour, though conditioning enforces human-like perspectives of loyalty, duty, empathy, and compassion.

Lin carries the guilt and shame of her cowardice, the ultimate failing of her duty. She struggles to assert her nascent individuality gained from this sacrifice against her arbiter instinct, the amalgam of all of humanity's philosophical thought. She expresses this raging battle through wanton hedonism and cruelty, as if that balances her built-in directive and cancels out to make her normal.

Biography (3 paragraphs)
After the frame of HEEN Kwangtung was laid, the second thing installed was the tank in which Lin was grown. The fetus and battlecruiser gestated as one entity for a period of thirty years, all of its electrical and thinking systems grown into the strong-interaction lattice. Admiral Lin was decanted at thirty-one years, tasked to float sentinel for centuries in solitude with the other capital cruisers on the rim.

The last report received from HEEN Kwangtung detailed an unknown entity that had ripped through all of the long range probes. No response to negotiation was recorded, and the force was predicted to arrive at the frontier worlds in two weeks.

On the predicted day of arrival, the main communications buoy to the rimworld went dark, along with several billion lives. Years later, as salvage crews sifted through the wreckage, they accounted for nine of ten cruisers; the HEEN Kwangtung was missing.

Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.
Don't stare too hard into the sea at night; it will suck you in.

Admiral Lin was a bad sailor. Submerged in Kwangtung, she saw space from the entire surface of its ten mile hull. The fleet was assigned to sentinel duty on warning of an incoming incursion, and though protocol dictated trusting the proximity alerts and early warning buoys, no one could question or oversee her spending hours far in excess in the pilot pod. The system guarded against psycho-break, and she enjoyed bathing in the whitewater of stars.

Kwangtung slid into the dock, outlined by the stars it blocked from view. Emerging was always the worst, almost torture, as her consciousness shrank from the atomically smooth hull back to the comparatively comic imperfection of her body. Today's emergence was not on her schedule, as Lin climbed from the pod and squeezed the cushioning gel from her hair.

She was greeted at disembarkment by Vice Admiral Charikleia, always crisp, always enthusiastic, always on schedule. "Admiral. Fleet command says we are to be retrofit with the collapsing torpedos." They stood together at the ceramic viewport, the lobby absolutely dark to let the stars shine through. "What little we saw on the probes, it. It doesn't look good."

Lin took and exhaled a breath. "Prepare yourself. We're going to die, Charikleia."

Notable skills
Lin retains the genetic key to the derelict remains of Kwangtung, a prolate ellipsoid interstellar battlecruiser, ten miles along the major axis and three along the minor. Through the Kwangtung she can call angelfire to glass an entire planet or precise enough to light her cigarette.

Lin operates entirely through instinct. Just like how humans intuitively understand parabolas when throwing objects, Lin understands the speed of light, ballistics, and Newtonian mechanics, which allows her to pilot the Kwangtung and fire its weaponry. She is imbued with a form of synesthesia that allows her to visualize near-time probabilities, such as the likely trajectories of a ship or fist.

Brief description of your character's setting
Some advanced civilization set in the far future. Or maybe the far past.
 
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Pamet Kuori
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Age
He typically tells people that he is 16.

Sex
Male, currently. This is unlikely to change in the near future.

Description
A young man with dark, wavy hair which is cut in a neat hairstyle. His skin is pale with few blemishes. He has full, straight brows, full lips, a straight nose, and a well-defined jawline. He has deep-set blue eyes as well as a tendency not to blink, which can be a bit unsettling if you talk to him for too long. He is of average height for someone of his approximate age.

Pamet prefers a somewhat more formal style of dress than others might at his apparent age. He has been told once that it causes him to stand out a bit, but he would rather not buy a new wardrobe, so he didn’t make any changes.

Of course, this is not his true body, so it would be remiss to not discuss his true appearance. His true form is not shaped like that of a human at all. His true appearance could be compared to a sentient oil spill; dark and formless, spreading out to take up whatever space he is given. You could walk straight through him if you would like, although it certainly would not be a pleasant experience for either of you. However, he does not much like this appearance of his, so he is unlikely to show up like that.

Personality
Pamet is a very open-minded individual. He is always willing to consider new opinions and try new experiences. He is surprisingly well-liked at school due to his helpful disposition, although he has also been told that it can be difficult to approach him at first since it is quite difficult to tell how he is feeling. Pamet is even-tempered, rarely being riled up by the events around him. It is, however, debatable if this can be considered a character trait. Generally, his emotions are dictated by what he eats, and he dislikes both the taste of negative emotions and how they make him feel, so he tries to avoid them.

Despite how helpful Pamet can be when it comes to schoolwork, he falls short when it comes to dealing with any sort of emotional matter. It quickly becomes apparent that Pamet lacks a great deal of empathy and struggles to understand the feelings of those around him. He only seems to get an inkling of what it means if you were to break down feelings into their most logical components. He can also be rather short-sighted, often doing things without considering the consequences of his actions. He has also been told that he can be rather nosy, as he doesn’t seem to notice when he crosses some sort of social line; he is working on that, though.

Biography
It was formed at a time of many deaths, an amalgamation of souls which hungered to feel once more. From the beginning of its creation, it had only craved one thing; a taste of emotion so that it could, for however brief a moment, feel human. For a long time, it wandered alone, hiding and stealing what emotions it could to feed itself. Even in the darkest corners, however, it was darker still, and it was due to this that one day he was discovered.

There was a boy, at the cusp of his youth. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of its last meal, the feeling of love, that it had become so interested in the boy. He had few people who cared for him, but was unendingly sweet to those around him. He didn’t have much, and yet he retained an optimistic outlook. And when he saw Pamet, he did not run away. Instead, he brought it home, because anyone deserved to have a home. Perhaps it was the remnants of the love it had eaten, but it decided then that it quite liked the boy. Without realizing, it became uncharacteristically greedy now that it had a consistent source of good emotions. So it stole every shred of happiness from the boy. The boy was still so sweet, and cared so much about the people around him, that he continued to smile as he forced himself to go about his day, though this smile was not quite so happy and never quite reached his eyes.

The happiness would come back eventually. That was Pamet’s excuse. Eventually, his smile would be real again. But every time a sliver of happiness pierced through the boy’s deep, deep sadness, Pamet could not help but to steal those away too. Eventually this was too much for the boy. Pamet was hidden under his bed when he took his life. It was quite a shame. It taught Pamet the importance of showing restraint, but at the cost of someone that it had decided it quite liked. His death, however, also presented an opportunity for Pamet. Pamet had grown in the boy’s care, and hiding in the shadows was no longer a viable option for him. He required a disguise, and the boy presented quite a good one. So it was like this that Pamet stepped out for the first time on two feet that were not his own. Luckily for him, as he was quite a terrible actor, the boy was at an age that he could legally withdraw from parental control, and his family did not care to keep him there.[/dscroll]

Notable skills

  • He is a surprisingly good cook despite the fact that he can't really taste his food. He finds it to be a valuable skill because feeding people good food makes them happy. His roommate doesn't eat food either, so he usually gives anything he cooks to their neighbours.
  • While he has fairly poor eyesight, he is still rather good at art.
  • On that note, he is rather skilled at most things involving fine motor skills. He seems to make up for his poor eyesight with his unnaturally steady hands.
  • He has never lost a staring contest.
  • He is quite skilled at poker since changing his facial expressions is a conscious effort.
Brief description of his setting
Pamet lives in a bustling urban city. It has all the aspects you might expect of such a city. There are enough oddities in such a city that no one cares about each other, which is perfect for someone such as him. The subway station near his apartment has a sizable colony of rats, though the daily commuters such as himself have long since learned to ignore them. He is fairly sure someone might have been murdered in the alleyway a few weeks ago, but no one cared to check. There is a sizable colony of vampires, one of whom allows him to stay rent free at her apartment if he helps make some of the humans she brings home relax. There are hunters who try to kill monsters such as him, but he feels that he is just as likely to be caught by one as he is to be mugged and stabbed on the way home from school, so he doesn’t think about it much.

Writing sample
“You’re not human.”

Pamet looked up at the woman who stood before him. The darkness of the alley shadowed her face, exacerbated by the moonlight which backlit her form. But curiosity rolled off her in waves, a crisp taste like cold spring water than he had noticed a few seconds before she had appeared before him. She radiated no hatred or fear, things that he had long learned to be wary of. He glanced off to the sides to check that no one else was nearby, although it was more for show than anything. His eyesight wasn’t the best in the first place, and he likely would have felt it if there was anyone else around.

After a moment, he turned back to her. “I’m not,” he agreed. “How did you know?”

The woman crouched down in front of him. He could see her face more clearly now. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, she was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Above those, one of her thin eyebrows was raised incredulously. “You don’t have a heartbeat.” She paused, tilting her head slightly. “Actually, I don’t think you have any blood.”

“Ah.” Pamet leaned back against the wall he was sitting against, studying her closer. She had sharp teeth and a deathlike pallor which might have been a concern for an average human, but was something to be expected of her species. “You’re a vampire.”

Her blood-red lips stretched into a grin, and she sat down against the wall across from him. He tasted a flash of disgust as she did so, a sharp and rather sour taste, but her expression didn’t change. “Got it in one. Name’s Mara. Usually alleys are good places to find drunks and homeless dudes, but I found you instead.” She leaned forward, arms resting atop her crossed legs. “So what are you? You’re not one of Stevie’s weird dolls, are you? ‘Cause I told him to quit leaving those things everywhere.”

Pamet thought about it for a while. It was a peculiar thing, watching him concentrate. It took a great deal of effort to remember to mimic normal human movements, such as blinking and breathing. It was something he would have to learn to do better if he wanted to blend in. “I’m fairly sure I’m not a doll,” is what he finally settled on. “And I don’t know who Stevie is. I don’t know what I am though. I’ve never met anyone else like me.”

“Well, not to brag, but I’ve been around for a pretty long time. Try me, maybe I’ve heard of you before.”

“I eat emotions. I won’t feel any otherwise. This also isn’t my body.” It would be far more efficient for him to show her this than to describe it, and so he did. A dark, viscous fluid spilled from the body’s mouth, falling into its lap. The same fluid seeped from the eyes, tracing down the body’s face like tears, and leaked from its ears, staining the white shirt that Pamet had made the unfortunate choice to wear that day. The body slumped back against the wall, and the liquid gathered in front of it, building atop each other until it had formed an amorphous shape darker than the shadows of the alley, like a void against the brick wall.

Pamet could feel more than see Mara’s shock, its eyesight significantly poorer in its regular form. It could vaguely hear the scattering of gravel as Mara scrambled back in surprise. “Oh,” she said, her voice a bit higher than normal. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve seen one of you before, sorry.”

Pamet slipped back into the body, a process which took a bit longer than it did to get out of it, though not significantly so; he’d taken the time to hollow it out the best he could so that there were less obstacles to deal with. “It's alright, I wasn’t expecting you to.”

Mara still seemed quite surprised, but it had lessened minutely once he had reentered his body and sat up. She was leaning forward again. Though Pamet couldn’t see her eyes due to her sunglasses, he felt that she was appraising him. “So you eat emotions? What happens to the person when you do that?”

“They stop feeling that way. If I only eat one emotion then they’ll feel everything else. If I eat everything then I suppose they won’t feel anything at all.”

Mara took off her sunglasses, hanging them on the collar of her shirt as she continued to study Pamet. Her eyes seemed to shine in the darkness. “I think we could help each other out,” she said. “I’ll give you a place to live, you just gotta feed off of some people when I ask you to. Deal?” She pushed herself easily off the ground, closing the short distance between her and Pamet. She held out a neatly manicured hand towards him.

It was not a difficult choice. From what Pamet recalled, he found that having proper shelter was greatly preferable to living on the streets. It would likely help him blend in more as well.

“Deal.” He took her hand, allowing her to pull him up. Mara smiled, and she threw an arm around his shoulder as she lead him out of the alley.
 
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Pamet Kuori
━━━━━━━━
Age
He typically tells people that he is 16.

Sex
Male, currently. This is unlikely to change in the near future.

Description
A young man with dark, wavy hair which is cut in a neat hairstyle. His skin is pale with few blemishes. He has full, straight brows, full lips, a straight nose, and a well-defined jawline. He has deep-set blue eyes as well as a tendency not to blink, which can be a bit unsettling if you talk to him for too long. He is of average height for someone of his approximate age.

Pamet prefers a somewhat more formal style of dress than others might at his apparent age. He has been told once that it causes him to stand out a bit, but he would rather not buy a new wardrobe, so he didn’t make any changes.

Of course, this is not his true body, so it would be remiss to not discuss his true appearance. His true form is not shaped like that of a human at all. His true appearance could be compared to a sentient oil spill; dark and formless, spreading out to take up whatever space he is given. You could walk straight through him if you would like, although it certainly would not be a pleasant experience for either of you. However, he does not much like this appearance of his, so he is unlikely to show up like that.

Personality
Pamet is a very open-minded individual. He is always willing to consider new opinions and try new experiences. He is surprisingly well-liked at school due to his helpful disposition, although he has also been told that it can be difficult to approach him at first since it is quite difficult to tell how he is feeling. Pamet is even-tempered, rarely being riled up by the events around him. It is, however, debatable if this can be considered a character trait. Generally, his emotions are dictated by what he eats, and he dislikes both the taste of negative emotions and how they make him feel, so he tries to avoid them.

Despite how helpful Pamet can be when it comes to schoolwork, he falls short when it comes to dealing with any sort of emotional matter. It quickly becomes apparent that Pamet lacks a great deal of empathy and struggles to understand the feelings of those around him. He only seems to get an inkling of what it means if you were to break down feelings into their most logical components. He can also be rather short-sighted, often doing things without considering the consequences of his actions. He has also been told that he can be rather nosy, as he doesn’t seem to notice when he crosses some sort of social line; he is working on that, though.

Biography
It was formed at a time of many deaths, an amalgamation of souls which hungered to feel once more. From the beginning of its creation, it had only craved one thing; a taste of emotion so that it could, for however brief a moment, feel human. For a long time, it wandered alone, hiding and stealing what emotions it could to feed itself. Even in the darkest corners, however, it was darker still, and it was due to this that one day he was discovered.

There was a boy, at the cusp of his youth. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of its last meal, the feeling of love, that it had become so interested in the boy. He had few people who cared for him, but was unendingly sweet to those around him. He didn’t have much, and yet he retained an optimistic outlook. And when he saw Pamet, he did not run away. Instead, he brought it home, because anyone deserved to have a home. Perhaps it was the remnants of the love it had eaten, but it decided then that it quite liked the boy. Without realizing, it became uncharacteristically greedy now that it had a consistent source of good emotions. So it stole every shred of happiness from the boy. The boy was still so sweet, and cared so much about the people around him, that he continued to smile as he forced himself to go about his day, though this smile was not quite so happy and never quite reached his eyes.

The happiness would come back eventually. That was Pamet’s excuse. Eventually, his smile would be real again. But every time a sliver of happiness pierced through the boy’s deep, deep sadness, Pamet could not help but to steal those away too. Eventually this was too much for the boy. Pamet was hidden under his bed when he took his life. It was quite a shame. It taught Pamet the importance of showing restraint, but at the cost of someone that it had decided it quite liked. His death, however, also presented an opportunity for Pamet. Pamet had grown in the boy’s care, and hiding in the shadows was no longer a viable option for him. He required a disguise, and the boy presented quite a good one. So it was like this that Pamet stepped out for the first time on two feet that were not his own. Luckily for him, as he was quite a terrible actor, the boy was at an age that he could legally withdraw from parental control, and his family did not care to keep him there.[/dscroll]

Notable skills

  • He is a surprisingly good cook despite the fact that he can't really taste his food. He finds it to be a valuable skill because feeding people good food makes them happy. His roommate doesn't eat food either, so he usually gives anything he cooks to their neighbours.
  • While he has fairly poor eyesight, he is still rather good at art.
  • On that note, he is rather skilled at most things involving fine motor skills. He seems to make up for his poor eyesight with his unnaturally steady hands.
  • He has never lost a staring contest.
  • He is quite skilled at poker since changing his facial expressions is a conscious effort.
Brief description of his setting
Pamet lives in a bustling urban city. It has all the aspects you might expect of such a city. There are enough oddities in such a city that no one cares about each other, which is perfect for someone such as him. The subway station near his apartment has a sizable colony of rats, though the daily commuters such as himself have long since learned to ignore them. He is fairly sure someone might have been murdered in the alleyway a few weeks ago, but no one cared to check. There is a sizable colony of vampires, one of whom allows him to stay rent free at her apartment if he helps make some of the humans she brings home relax. There are hunters who try to kill monsters such as him, but he feels that he is just as likely to be caught by one as he is to be mugged and stabbed on the way home from school, so he doesn’t think about it much.

Writing sample
“You’re not human.”

Pamet looked up at the woman who stood before him. The darkness of the alley shadowed her face, exacerbated by the moonlight which backlit her form. But curiosity rolled off her in waves, a crisp taste like cold spring water than he had noticed a few seconds before she had appeared before him. She radiated no hatred or fear, things that he had long learned to be wary of. He glanced off to the sides to check that no one else was nearby, although it was more for show than anything. His eyesight wasn’t the best in the first place, and he likely would have felt it if there was anyone else around.

After a moment, he turned back to her. “I’m not,” he agreed. “How did you know?”

The woman crouched down in front of him. He could see her face more clearly now. Despite the darkness that surrounded them, she was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Above those, one of her thin eyebrows was raised incredulously. “You don’t have a heartbeat.” She paused, tilting her head slightly. “Actually, I don’t think you have any blood.”

“Ah.” Pamet leaned back against the wall he was sitting against, studying her closer. She had sharp teeth and a deathlike pallor which might have been a concern for an average human, but was something to be expected of her species. “You’re a vampire.”

Her blood-red lips stretched into a grin, and she sat down against the wall across from him. He tasted a flash of disgust as she did so, a sharp and rather sour taste, but her expression didn’t change. “Got it in one. Name’s Mara. Usually alleys are good places to find drunks and homeless dudes, but I found you instead.” She leaned forward, arms resting atop her crossed legs. “So what are you? You’re not one of Stevie’s weird dolls, are you? ‘Cause I told him to quit leaving those things everywhere.”

Pamet thought about it for a while. It was a peculiar thing, watching him concentrate. It took a great deal of effort to remember to mimic normal human movements, such as blinking and breathing. It was something he would have to learn to do better if he wanted to blend in. “I’m fairly sure I’m not a doll,” is what he finally settled on. “And I don’t know who Stevie is. I don’t know what I am though. I’ve never met anyone else like me.”

“Well, not to brag, but I’ve been around for a pretty long time. Try me, maybe I’ve heard of you before.”

“I eat emotions. I won’t feel any otherwise. This also isn’t my body.” It would be far more efficient for him to show her this than to describe it, and so he did. A dark, viscous fluid spilled from the body’s mouth, falling into its lap. The same fluid seeped from the eyes, tracing down the body’s face like tears, and leaked from its ears, staining the white shirt that Pamet had made the unfortunate choice to wear that day. The body slumped back against the wall, and the liquid gathered in front of it, building atop each other until it had formed an amorphous shape darker than the shadows of the alley, like a void against the brick wall.

Pamet could feel more than see Mara’s shock, its eyesight significantly poorer in its regular form. It could vaguely hear the scattering of gravel as Mara scrambled back in surprise. “Oh,” she said, her voice a bit higher than normal. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve seen one of you before, sorry.”

Pamet slipped back into the body, a process which took a bit longer than it did to get out of it, though not significantly so; he’d taken the time to hollow it out the best he could so that there were less obstacles to deal with. “It's alright, I wasn’t expecting you to.”

Mara still seemed quite surprised, but it had lessened minutely once he had reentered his body and sat up. She was leaning forward again. Though Pamet couldn’t see her eyes due to her sunglasses, he felt that she was appraising him. “So you eat emotions? What happens to the person when you do that?”

“They stop feeling that way. If I only eat one emotion then they’ll feel everything else. If I eat everything then I suppose they won’t feel anything at all.”

Mara took off her sunglasses, hanging them on the collar of her shirt as she continued to study Pamet. Her eyes seemed to shine in the darkness. “I think we could help each other out,” she said. “I’ll give you a place to live, you just gotta feed off of some people when I ask you to. Deal?” She pushed herself easily off the ground, closing the short distance between her and Pamet. She held out a neatly manicured hand towards him.

It was not a difficult choice. From what Pamet recalled, he found that having proper shelter was greatly preferable to living on the streets. It would likely help him blend in more as well.

“Deal.” He took her hand, allowing her to pull him up. Mara smiled, and she threw an arm around his shoulder as she lead him out of the alley.
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Name: Waverly Giselle Princeton
Age: 23
Sex: Female

Description:
-Height: 5' 7"
-Weight: 136 lbs.
-Brown Eyes and Brown Hair
-Athletic Build

Personality: Waverly is a Hot Head at heart and will the first to solve her problems either with her fists or charging in head first with no real plan to solve them. A young woman of action, not words, Waverly likes to take initiative and she'd probably make it far in life if not for her temper and combative nature. Despite these traits, she still cares about her friends, with their safety and well-being being among her top priorities next to her studies and sports, leading to her extreme lack of patience for bullies as she will use her fists the second harm comes to her friends. With that in mind, Waverly is not without a soft-side. When it comes to her loved ones, she will treat them with love and care. Waverly is also shown to be family-oriented, caring very much about her parents and her siblings, willing to do almost everything for them. However, that doesn't stop her from calling them out if they are doing something wrong, morally or otherwise.

Underneath the combative nature and hot temper, belies a gentle yet fierce heart.

Pros: Kind, Patient, Quick-witted, Level-Headed, Team Player
Cons: Sardonic, Cold-Hearted, Hot Tempered, Stubborn, Cries Easily

Biography: Waverly was born into a Military and Law Enforcement Family as the eldest of five, having two younger brothers and two younger sisters, being the odd one out as her two brothers and two sisters are both identical twins. On her Father's side is a long line of Soldiers, while her Mother's side has a long line of Police Officers. While her Father was often away overseas in Iraq and Afghanistan, her Mother was working night shifts as a Patrol Officer, so raising a family was difficult for the Princeton Family. With both parents often being away from home at any given time, the Princeton siblings were looked after by their Grandmother. Waverly was the most well-behaved and often had to help her elderly grandmother keep her siblings in line. She excelled in her Academics and often helped her siblings with their homework growing up. In addition to excelling in Academics, Waverly was also a part of the Girls' Basketball Team and on weekends took part in boxing.

Being a very active and energetic athlete growing up, Waverly began to expand her horizon in sports. Since one school sport as already enough to manage. With support from her Grandparents, Waverly started Karate in seventh grade after finding her Grandpa's old Black Belt in the attic while helping him with Spring Cleaning, prompting him to tell her his story as Karate Practitioner. Inspired by this, Waverly would sign up for Karate in the early Spring, where she quickly made her way to being a star pupil as she was a very attentive student and a fast learner. As soon as she started High School, her Father was honorably discharged from the Army and went to open a bar to keep a more stable income and so that he can spend more time with his children, proud of how much Waverly has grown up and how far she has come in life. Even more so, her Father was very happy when he got to see her start up Muay Thai (or Thai Kickboxing) after Basketball Season in Freshman Year. Once Sophomore Year rolled around Waverly had been practicing Karate for three years and was on track to earning her Black Belt, having reached Brown Belt by the Summer before the School Year.

Her Mother retired as well after the end of her Sophomore Year, hoping to spend more time with her family and go to Waverly's Basketball games and taking her to her Martial Arts Lessons on the Weekends. Unfortunately, life took a turn for the worst as her Grandfather was diagnosed with throat cancer and he would pass away a few weeks before his Granddaughter's Black Belt Ceremony. This would strike a severe blow to the young Princeton and she would slowly sink into depression not long after earning her Black Belt. From her performance in Basketball and Academics taking a dip in the beginning of her Junior Year of High School as she was heartbroken over not getting to see her Grandfather's smile after earning her Black Belt like he had before her. In hopes of helping her cope with her grief, Waverly's Grandmother had her join her Brother, Uncle and Two Cousins in Judo, which he had started after taking up High School Wrestling. At first, Waverly had some trouble adjusting as Judo focused more on throws and grappling and the previous Martial Arts that she had studied were oriented towards striking. Thankfully, after about the first three weeks, Waverly had settled in fairly well and started picking up on the techniques fairly quickly like she had done in the past, surprising even her Judo Instructor after she took down her Cousin during Randori (Free Practice). As Junior Year progressed, Waverly's performance in both her Academics and Basketball, where she was top of her class and led her team to the State Championship, where they defeated Crenshaw High School.

During the Summer before her Senior Year, Waverly wanted to spend more time with her youngest sister, Luna, as they have had trouble with the sisterly bonding due to their ten-year age gap. Much like Waverly herself, Luna picked up Martial Arts at the age of five, but went down a different path with Taekwondo, having followed their Cousins into the class and one day decided that she wanted enroll. However, due to her age, Waverly was unable to be in the same class as Luna. To overcome this, she would enroll into the Senior Class that took place immediately after, as there were more people in her age group if not students who were slightly older. Even if they were unable to learn the Martial Art together, Waverly was able to overcome this by doing weekly recaps with Luna so that she can perform better in her own class, as she wasn't a fast learner like Waverly herself was. Once Senior Year kicked off, Waverly's schedule became busier as she continued Running Start, taking College Classes at Los Angeles Community College, leaving her with little time to spend with her loved ones altogether, as she had less free time due to her commitments to Martial Arts and Basketball. In particular, she put a lot of focus into Judo as her Black Belt promotion was right around the corner. Prior to her next Black Belt promotion though, Waverly's next big challenge was the final Basketball Season of her High School Career. And with the College Athlete Scouts out to watch, she had to put on the best performance as possible if she and her fellow Seniors were going to be considered for Athletic Scholarships. Giving it her all, both on the court and as team captain. Despite some tough games, Waverly led her team through an undefeated season and winning the State Championship thereafter. After the season's end, Waverly was immediately offered a full-ride Basketball Scholarship to the University of Washington in Seattle. Following her final Basketball Season, Waverly went into the Spring, finally able to devote more time into Martial Arts, including preparation for her Black Belt ceremony in Judo and her upcoming promotion to Second Degree Black Belt in Karate. Her High School Career ended on a high note, as she graduated as the Valedictorian for her Class and an Associate's Degree from Community College. For the first time in years, Waverly was finally free...at least until it was time to pack up and move to Seattle, where her Father helped her get an Apartment close to the school.

Near the beginning of her Sophomore Year in College, Waverly added another Martial Art to her already extensive arsenal; Brazilian Jujitsu. Having been a Black Belt in Judo for a few years now, Waverly had an edge over some of the students when it came to the grappling, throwing and submissions, but was at a disadvantage when it came to the ground-fighting, which she quickly overcame thanks to being a seasoned athlete and martial artist. Although she was a fast learner, the promotion time between belts was much longer compared to other Martial Arts. While she wasn't happy with it at first, Waverly learned to be patient as her promotion will come when it is time, but was nonetheless eager to learn and progress in her latest Martial Arts endeavor.

After four long years, Waverly would graduate with a Bachelor's Degree in Criminal Justice, after which she would follow in her Mother's Footsteps as a Police Officer, starting at Police Academy in the Summer following her graduation from the University of Washington. Waverly went on to graduate top of her class before being assigned to the Street Crime Division, where she would be mentored by Trevor Hackworth, a veteran detective who saw her potential as a Police Officer, though he was worried about some of her more extreme behavior and methods as the years progressed.

Although efficient at her job, Waverly eventually became known as a hot tempered smart mouth with an itchy trigger finger, although her hand-to-hand combat prowess due to her extensive Martial Arts background completely dwarfed her marksmanship and the fact that she had the driving skill of a Hollywood Stunt Driver with a hint of recklessness. While her first year was pretty tame, she was suspended for six months during her second year after multiple counts of use of excessive force and brutality, property damage and disobeying orders. The last straw was when she brutally beat up her younger sister's ex-boyfriend after confronting him for hitting her, leaving him hospitalized for several weeks.

After her department dealt with the slew of lawsuits, disciplinary action and sending Waverly to anger management, Internal Affairs, the Police Commission and the Police Union decided that even with her extreme methods and behavior, she still made her city a better place and played a role in numerous high-profile arrests and an astonishing number of convictions. Though it was decided that she was to be reinstated, Waverly was placed under her mentor's watchful eye.

One year later, Trevor is assassinated in an explosion that left Waverly injured. Now lost and preparing to be terminated as she knows full well that the Organized Crime Unit doesn't want her in...and does not believe that Street Crime wants her back after her track record that led to lawsuits, disciplinary action before being stuck with a desk job and probably another round of suspension. Waverly is ready to turn in her badge, uncertain of her future without the guidance of her mentor...But it seems like her Department has other plans for her; Undercover work.

Notable skills
-Master Martial Artist: Waverly has been practicing Martial Arts since the age of five
  • Boxing set the foundation for her (Eighteen Years of Experience)
  • Started Kyokushin Karate at age Twelve (Currently holds a Forth Degree Black Belt; eligible for promotion to Fifth Degree Black Belt in One Year; Earned her Black Belt at Fifteen)
  • Started Muay Thai at age Fourteen (Nine Years of Experience)
  • Started Judo at age Fifteen (Currently Holds a Third Degree Black Belt, eligible for promotion to Forth Degree in Two Years; Earned Black Belt at Eighteen)
  • Started Taekwondo at age Seventeen (Currently Holds a Second Degree Black Belt, eligible for promotion to Third Degree Black Belt in Three Years; Earned Her Black Belt at Nineteen)
  • Started Brazilian Jujitsu at age Twenty (Currently Holds a Purple Belt, eligible for promotion to Brown Belt in One Month; Earned her Purple Belt at Twenty-Two shortly before she started Wing Chun)
  • Started Wing Chun at age Twenty-Two (Most recent Addition to her Mixed Martial Arts Arsenal to date; nine months of experience)
-Expert Combatant
-Expert Marksman
-Expert Driver
-Tactician
-Multilingual: Can speak English, Spanish, Japanese, Korean and Cantonese all fluently; while English is her native language, she learned Spanish in High School and proceeded to take Japanese, Korean and Cantonese during her years at University; she is currently in the process of learning Mandarin Chinese, Thai and Vietnamese.

Brief description of your character's setting: Waverly lives in Los Angeles, California. The second largest city in the United States and the largest in California by population as it is home to almost four million people. The words 'living large' is taken quite literally, from the ethnic towns like Little Seoul, Little Tokyo to Chinatown, to large suburban development, big neighborhoods and shopping centers to the skyscrapers and highways. Not to mention it is home to Hollywood, Disneyland, Legoland, Sea World, Universal Studios to put in some big names.

Having been a Police Officer for the last four years, Waverly has seen her fair share of nasty calls and built a reputation of making it worse, escalating some situations with a smart-mouth and hot temper with itchy trigger finger that wasn't very far away from the other two. Of course, one can throw reckless driving into the mix. As a result of these, Waverly also spent time in and out of suspension for use of excessive force, police brutality, property damage and disobeying orders. In addition to suspension, she also spent time in anger management. Despite the negative track record, the Police Union and Commission as well as Internal Affairs could not deny that Waverly got results that led to a large number of high-profile convictions, which made Los Angeles a better place.

After spending another six months suspended, Waverly found herself reinstated and under the watchful eye of her mentor, Trevor Hackworth. This would lead to Waverly being transferred out of Street Crime and into the Organized Crime Unit as her Mentor's new partner. Over the last year, they were assigned to investigate a few crime syndicates that have risen in power in the criminal underworld. Since neither her or Trevor really went by the book, they often used a lot of unorthodox methods when it came to their lengthy investigation. Now that they've build sufficient evidence against these four syndicates, it was time to present their findings to the FBI. But...something was off. Rather then going to the FBI Headquarters or a reasonably populated spot with a fair amount of foot traffic nearby, Trevor had Waverly drive them to a more sketchy part of town by a seemingly derelict location. The building that they parked at was rundown, empty even. And it was super dark inside. After shutting off the car, Waverly checked her service pistol. "So you ready to go?"

"Why don't you wait out here, kid? It'll be quick." He said.

"You sure?" She asked. "You don't need any back-up in there?"

"I'll be fine. If I don't come out in five minutes, you kick down that door and come in guns blazing, alright?"

"Sure thing, Trevor. Go on in. Don't wanna keep the feds waiting.

Trevor proceeded to grab the briefcase, presumingly the evidence against the investigated syndicates and exit the vehicle. Waverly watched as he entered the building. Because she wanted to be ready at a moment's notice, she exited the car as well shortly after Trevor was out of sight, meaning that he was out of mind too. Just as she sat down on the hood of the car, a few gunshots went off. As she ran towards the building, the building went up in flames and the shockwave of an explosion knocked her off of her feet and was even powerful enough to overturn the unmarked police cruiser. Slowly getting up, she proceeded to grab her phone so that she could call for back-up.

Three Days Later...

After spending three days off, Waverly found herself back in her old Lieutenant's Office. She had gotten into an argument with the police chief, who wanted her out of the Organized Crime Unit and not participating in the investigation into Trevor's Death. As she sat in the Office Chair, contemplating on what will happen next, the Lieutenant entered the office with a cup of coffee. "How you feeling, Wave?"

"Pretty terrible if we're being honest here."

"I'm sorry, Wave."

"Yeah, me too."

"I know you and Trevor were close, but you gotta let this go. You heard the Chief, you're out of OCU and you're not allowed to touch that investigation."

"Yeah, it's bullshit."

"I'm sorry you feel that way and I know you worked hard to get into OCU. One day you may be able to take another shot, but for now, you're back here in Street Crime."

"I'm not putting the blues back on."

"It's all good. I have you on plain clothes duty. You can keep your shield, as long as you play nice."

"I'd really rather not."

"Wave, I'm trying to help you here. Look, why don't you take you a few weeks off? I'll see if I can find something for you."

"Yes Ma'am..."

Three weeks later...

Waverly proceeded to spend the next three weeks off. She ended up taking this time to travel out of the country, even spending a little bit of money for a vacation through Western Europe, starting in London, before making her way to Dublin, Amsterdam, Luxembourg City and eventually Paris. On the final week of her vacation though upon arriving home, she was hit by jet-lag followed by morning sickness. Three days before she was scheduled to return to work, Waverly experienced a few other symptoms out of the ordinary. Her worries were only confirmed when she took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. How was she gonna explain this to the Lieutenant? As this thought crossed her mind, the Lieutenant called. After hesitating through three rings, Waverly answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Waverly. You ready to get back to work. I think I have something for you."

"Um, about that..."

"What's up?"

"I'm pregnant."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I took a test right before you called."

"Shit..."

"But I'll take the job anyway. I'm keeping the baby."

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"Well, what's the job?"

"Undercover for one of the Syndicates that you and Trevor were investigating."

"I think I can take it. No one would really suspect a thing, especially once I start showing and put some weight on."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Chief's not gonna like this idea one bit."

"He won't like it, but lemme tell you, it's all gonna work out. Well, at least until I pop. But it's gonna be a while until then."

"Okay..."

Nine Months later...

Over the next nine months, Waverly went undercover as an Advisor and Liaison for one of the Syndicates. With only four weeks left until she was due to give birth, it was time to bring in the heads of four syndicates that she had gathered heavy and hard evidence on. With backing from the FBI and a heavy hand from the LAPD, Waverly slowly coordinated a few major arrests that did hurt the syndicates, but not enough to draw suspicion on her. The head of the Syndicate she was working on though, did fall for her, which she found weird because she was pregnant with someone else's baby. Not to mention she was now much more self-conscious about her looks and how big her midsection had gotten and the only thing that she managed to really fit in were large floral dresses. However, to help maintain her cover, she did play into the flattering and flirting that was engaged. But in two weeks, she was going to be the reason this man and a few others were gonna be spending the rest of their lives in prison...

As these thoughts went through her mind, she waddled to the window of her office, cradling her unborn child, thinking about how life was going to be after this long undercover assignment.
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