Post by Merenwen Inglorion on May 7, 2015 16:22:07 GMT
[I'm not exactly sure where everyone/thing is at the moment, so I'm going to take a shot in the dark here. ]
The last thing he remembered was being trounced like a school boy and being left for the police to find. White Flyer lifted his eyelids... And saw blackness. By the sensation in his gut, he could tell that he was in the air. Well, not in the air, exactly. He was falling. He shouted and flailed his arms. "Computer, activate, activate!" His helmet view-screen sparked, and he caught a brief glimpse of unfamiliar buildings. And the top of one coming up really, really fast. Instinctively, he crossed his arms in front of his face. His viewscreen went dark, and he crashed through the roof.
[I'm assuming that most/all of the buildings are "normal" (ie, not metal-plated or anything).]
'Nearly they fell who stand, And with cold after fear Look back to mark how near They grazed the Sirens' land, Wondering that subtle fate, By threads so spidery fine, The choice of ways so small, the event so great, Should thus entwine.' -The Pilgrim's Regress, p. 181
-Name: Vanessa Sable -Gender, Age: Female, 19 Affiliation/Occupation: Villain/mercenary -Appearance: Stands about 5'8" or 9", with an average build and a narrow, foxy face. Vanessa obviously takes on the Gothic theme, with black clothes and eyeliner to match her naturally jet-black hair. Her clothing is adorned with matte-silver chains and her white skin with a variety of studs and piercings. Unsettling pale blue eyes contrast sharply with her low-cut black bangs, as do silvery-white highlights in her hair. Has a V intertwined with an S tattooed on her shoulder. -Powers/Abilities: Vanessa can create visual illusions by manipulating light and shadows. The extent of her ability can flux with her energy level and emotion, and incrthen with practice. She also possesses very limited telepathic powers that cannot actually mind-read-or-speak, but can detect and subtly influence the emotions of others. -Skills/Weaknesses: Vanessa is clever and a rapid learner, able to quickly analyze and circumvent difficulties. She is adept at several obscure and violent forms of martial arts, and well-practiced with a handgun and knife. However, she is not very strong and a little out of shape. She can maintain smaller-scale illusions such as humans, but the larger and longer they are, the more they tire her. As smart as she is, she is often vulnerable to being misled and manipulated emotionally. -Weapons/Equipment: Vanessa always carries a switchblade on her person, and sometimes, for certain situations, a Beretta Nano. -Personality: Vanessa has a very peculiar personality...she ranges from acidic sarcasm to silent brooding to blunt, hard ruthlessness and there is rarely a rhyme or reason to her fluctuations. Beneath her confidence and capability as a villain, she is still the insecure teenager that brought her to this place in life. She carries a major chip on her shoulder, has a whole darn lot to prove, and cycles through almost every emotional-disorder routine in the book. But she manages to stay sharp and focused, and carries out her work with a disturbingly morbid sense of humor. -History: In brief, Vanessa was "mistakenly" born to an incompetent alcoholic father and a caustic, selfish mother. She fled her home life, finding her way half across the country before even discovering her powers. Since then she'd gotten on by all means necessary, stooping to any means and any employer... until she found herself enslaved by one of them.
(You have to click on it and maybe zoom since I'm uploading on mobile)
-Name/Nickname: Brianna ‘Bree’ Gold/Pixie-Dust -Age: 19 -Affiliation/Occupation: Whichever side pays well/Merc-For-Hire -Powers: The ability to create daggers and projectiles made of rainbow-colored light, and a pair of fairy-like wings. -Appearance: 5’9” (usually stands at 5’10” because of her heels). Long honey-brown hair, usually-narrowed green eyes, square jaw and perky nose. Her hair usually stays in a ponytail, and her bangs tucked behind her ears. -Clothing: Dark jeans, dark purple shirt and leather jacket with two holes cut in the back. Two earrings in one ear, and thick, black combat boots. -Weapons: A long, thin metal staff (for when she’d rather go personal) that can retract into an easily-carried size -Strengths/Weaknesses: Due to her ‘good guy’ powers, she’s rather self-conscious about them, and it drove her into the ‘bad guy’ business so she could show that she wasn’t confined to one side. Can wield her powers and the staff fairly well, but crumbles under too much pressure. If someone makes a comment about her wings that she doesn’t like, she’ll go berserk, just attacking without a plan or a thought about her own personal safety. Learned most of her skill on-the-fly, so her fighting style is slightly crude. -Personality: Sarcastic, ruthless and born with an attitude bigger than the sun. You get on her bad side—it was nice knowing you. It would take a lot to crack her outer shell and find the real Brianna. History: Sent from home as soon as her powers developed. Spent a year bouncing from town to town, living by picking pockets. It soon escalated to bigger, more dirty jobs until she caught the attention of a group of mercs, who brought her to their employer...
Mandi Hornberg smiled and waved to each of the patrons out in the yard and returned the sly wink from the young man on the grill. She had to admit, she really enjoyed the parties that occasioned her job. In fact, she genuinely came to enjoy the company of some of these people. So much, sometimes, that she could actually feel familiar knife that twisted in her gut when she killed them. Her name, of course, was not Mandi Hornberg. And she was certainly not a brunette. But it was all one of the more simple ways to be able to vanish easily once her job was done. Tomorrow, she would deliver the news and the goods to her boss, and wait until her next assignment before taking on a new identity. Vanessa climbed into her car and drove several miles out of town before dissipating the illusions that had changed her appearance. She couldn't wait to get back to her apartment and change out of these stupid clothes.
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2015 21:31:36 GMT by NightBlade
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.
Brianna sighed softly, looking down at the alley below her. There was no one in there—yet. Soon, there would be. Yes, there he was. Tall, black hair and barely any bare skin showing between all his tattoos. Must've used the boss's cash to pay for those. She thought. Dangit, they're not going to be happy... With a twist of her wrist, Brianna called a dagger made of light into her hand, groaning to herself when it turned out to be a rosy pink color. So unprofessional... Still, beggars can't be choosers, so she rolled her eyes, aimed, and threw it down. It shot straight through the man's chest, disappearing a moment later, leaving an untreatable wound behind. As the man dropped, Brianna snapped a picture with her phone and turned away, heading back to base.
Back at her apartment, Vanessa touched up her pale makeup and changed back into her customary gothic-black outfit before getting back in the car and driving out of town once more to call her boss. As usual, she got some tired-and-used-sounding secretary on the line, who thankfully took Vanessa's report without much trouble. Then she double-checked the payment that came through scowled and swore at it, then drove back home. She pulled the notebook paper out of her mattress and flopped on the little couch in her front room, once again going over her plans for freedom...and revenge.
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.
Done. That was all that the text that Brianna sent said. She did attach the picture she took, as added confirmation. And, as usual, it took them a full hour before replying. And when they did— Due to low funds, we had to cut your pay in half... Brianna swore, hitting the wall of the empty warehouse where she made her base—in this city, anyway. She knew that they didn't have 'low funds'. They were just punishing her. For what? She didn't know... But she was going to make them pay for it, anyway.
((DANGIT I had the whole character form for Steve typed out but the forum started experiencing issues resulting in it being lost. I'll just go over the gist of it:)) Name: Steve Gender/Age: Male, 21 Affiliation/Occupation: Villain, and goes around doing whatever he wants. Appearance: 5'10", blonde hair, blue eyes. Average weight. Powers: Specializes in flame magic. Also uses some other forms of magic. Skills/Weaknesses: Intelligent. He's a bit arrogant, and his magic is limited to how much energy he can draw from himself and the area around him, even from other living creatures if need be. Personality: Takes pride in his abilities. He's pretty loyal to his friends. Often laughs things off and doesn't let things get on his nerve. He can be a fun person to be around as long as you stay off his bad side. History: Woke up on Earth to the sound of a portal closing. He has no idea where he's from or what he was like before. In the time he's lived on Earth, he has become one of the villains, and used to work with a certain russian. He has no idea where his partner is now. Now, he roams around, making friends, and destroying stuff when he feels like it. Enjoys bounty hunting and taking odd jobs every once in a while.
Vanessa thumbed the catch on her knife, and the four-inch blade snapped open with a muted click. Then she crept, absolutely silently, right through the middle of the living room full of party patrons. They never suspected a thing as she slipped past under invisibility, save that "Mandi" was taking an awful long time getting her purse from the car. Down the hall and towards the bathroom she went, where Dianna Shultz was occupied--just as Vanessa has orchestrated. Presently, the bathroom door opened and Dianna stepped out. Her eyes bugged and her mouth gaped silently as powerful hands clamped around her neck. She was dragged back into the bathroom and her head thrust over the empty bathtub. Her last thoughts were how badly she wanted to scream as she saw the kinfeblade come up and slice open her throat.
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.
Brianna kept to the shadows as she followed her next target. Hopefully, this one would pay better than the last. She slipped her hand under her coat, hiding a now-blue dagger of light. The guy in front of her barely paid attention--he was wearing headphones and listening to something so base-filled that she could even hear it. Stepping forward, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Huh?" He turned around to see what the intrusion was, then Brianna pulled him close like she was hugging in, while in reality she was jamming the dagger into his ribs. He choked slightly. "The boss isn't happy with what you did..." She murmured in his ear. The man tried to form a reply, but she twisted the dagger, and he went limp. Brianna dragged him into an alley and cleaned off her hands before snapping yet another pic and sending it off.
Vanessa left Dianna draped over the side of the tub to exsanguinate while she hurried over to the back door where the grill guy from yesterday was headed out. Troy Beasley. As soon as the door closed behind him, a thin cord slipped around his neck and was yanked tight. His eyes popped as burning pain filled his throat, but he couldn't make a sound. With a deft twist, Vanessa spun him around so he landed on his back in the grass facing up at her. The choking wire was still secured around his neck. Then she materialized, in the form of Mandi. Troy has been such a charming, promising boy--she wanted to enjoy this last moment. She perched on his chest, with that enticing outfit and winsome smile he has been growing familiar with...and a red-stained switchblade in her hand. His eyes got even wider and he mouthed her "name" in disbelief. "Shhhhh." Vanessa placed a bloodied finger over his lips. As much as she wanted to talk to him, it was just too risky to alert attention. She had one more target to go. "It's okay." She crooned "It's not you...it's me." And with that, she cut him loose. From his misery, not the wire. That she coiled up again as she headed back into the house. Reggie Barto. Where are you.
Brianna perched on the roof of a department store, sipping a soda bought from inside. It was pretty nice up here...but she couldn't get attached. No, she was always on the move, always looking for the next person to kill. She hated it, but she couldn't live without it. Literally. Her head was on the line. It was kill or be killed.
(Alvar right!? xD sorry I could take up a target character for you but maybe tomorrow. I'm bushed tonight)
"Mandi" headed out to a small round cafe-style table out front, swirling her drink in agitation. She was getting uncomfortable and impatient, and she didn't even like beer. Deciding that she didn't even care anymore, she poured the remaining contents of her solo cup onto the grass. Sure enough, she immediately earned a few questioning looks. Reggie was one of them--right in the middle of six other people. She didn't have time to isolate him. Any minute now, someone was going to find one of the other bodies. She hated doing things like this, but she needed to get this over with now. She checked her immediate surroundings to make sure she was clear. Then, she reached back, drew the Beretta from the small of her back, and put a .40 caliber bullet into Reggie's forehead. As the initial screams of shocked disbelief started, an illusion of Mandi dashed back inside while the real, invisible Vanessa fled down the street to her distant car.
Brianna checked her phone for the tenth time in the past two hours. Nothing. Still nothing. They weren't responding. Curse them. Making sure no one was watching above and below, she took a few steps back, then ran forward and leapt off the roof. For three seconds, she was just another object borne by the wind. Then two ethereal wings sprung free from the back of her jacket, and she soared upward. The flight lasted a minute, then she skidded to a halt on top of another roof. Pulling out her phone, she sent a text to her employers. I'm coming in.
Vanessa perched on the edge of the bed. The walls of the already-small apartment seemed to be closing in around her...it was time to move again soon, she decided. But first...first, she needed to get rid of her boss. Somehow. She had always wanted to in the back of her head, but now she was absolutely sick of it. She needed to kill Herod. But she knew she couldn't do it alone.
(Leilani Sunblade: um, it ok if we just skip Jack and Lydia ahead to where nothing's going on and figure something out from there?)
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2015 13:05:54 GMT by NightBlade
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.
Steve sat at a table by himself. How long does Joe intend to sit there? He's not even talking to anyone...
Steve snapped his fingers, and an explosion of flames engulfed the table that poor Joe was sitting at. Steve stood up and walked out the door. They'll explain what happened as some kind of spontaneous combustion. People are so blind.
Steve sent the report back to his "friends." Joe is no more.
Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Jul 29, 2015 21:07:19 GMT
(( True dat. Ok, imma join in ))
"You know my name…"
"This is for the record, Mr. Frost."
"Why do we have to talk about me all the time? Why can't we talk about you? I'm sure your much more interesting."
"Mr. Frost, am I going to have to call in the guards, would they make this go quicker?"
"You haven't told me your name yet... you don't actually believe those things they say about me, do you?"
The man on the other end of the table nodded towards a camera in the corner of the room, getting up and walking towards the door.
"I'm going to find out," the shrill voice called to his back, "I'm going to find out what your name is, and then I'm going to--"
He slammed the door shut behind him.
SUBJECT #4 -Name: Silas Frost
-Appearance: Subject #4 is of minimal build, with a height of 5'5". Subject is balding, but has patches of blond hair. Bright green eyes. Subject #4 possesses a variety of japanese tattoos, portraying various depictions of demons, across his chest and down his right arm. A scar slanting directly down from the corner of his mouth to his chin, he claims, is self imposed. Upon arrest, Subject #4 was in the possession of several rings that he claims his grandmother gave him, personally, after she died.
-Former Occupation: None
-Power: If subject #4 knows of an individuals name, subject can send them mental suggestions/thoughts/ideas. It is thought that subject acquired these powers via genetic mutation.
-Abilities: Subject has shown the ability to mentally break highly trained professional interrogators without the use of his power.
-Weaknesses: Subject #4 possesses no power over an individual as long as said individual keep his/her name a secret.
-History: Mr. Silas Frost was taken into custody on August ##th, ####, having been picked up by SSI agents after being identified as a Class D superhuman. Mr. Silas Frost was found hiding in the attic of a Mr. #### ###. Further background checks have proved inconclusive.
Dmitri Pendragon: Elytra: Wait, it's actually referring to the oldest post on the Underground? (I never did chase that down in fact…)
Nov 27, 2019 19:32:25 GMT
Leilani Sunblade: Rose: Welcome to Whitehall/the new Underground! Glad to see you found your way here. As Elytra said, the riddle's pointing towards the old site and, specifically, a scavenger-hunt type game that WTB and CH set up when they first released the book
Nov 28, 2019 21:11:04 GMT
Leilani Sunblade: Sadly, the game is over, but we still have fun here.
Nov 28, 2019 21:11:16 GMT
Warrior of Aror: Let us sit round the hearth and tell stories of the lives we have lived these past moons! I myself have been working at a grand theater telling Bible stories from behind the scenes.
Feb 29, 2020 1:44:51 GMT