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((updated my character bio, you might want to check it to get a feel for how he looks))”Enney!” a high, melodic voice echoes through the ashen air, before a small figure emerges from the smog. The boy climbs nimbly over the fallen telephone poles and rubble piles, slowed down only slightly by the oversized backpack he carries. “Look what I found!” Lionel stops a few feet from her side, his red ringed eyes wide as he notices the new comer. With a frightened whimper, he ducks behind his adoptive guardian. “Why is he here?”
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“You’d better just stay put, sir.” Clarice said, edging warily toward the ragged man with the staff pointed directly at his dirty face. He’d had plenty of energy a moment ago when he burst in; this could easily be an act. After all, grown men are more dangerous to little girls than even wolves.
It was more than just the fear of being discovered that made the doll wary of the ruffian; all magical toys know it’s their vital and scared duty to both entertain and protect their child for as long as they live. And since Victoria was now far away, Clarice’s loyalty fell instead to any girl who might need her help.
“I bet the young lady is quite lethal with this, maybe she’ll show us when she returns.” Clarice said as she held the staff steady, her angelic face a stark contrast from the implied threat.
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With the mossy path silencing her footsteps and no breath or heartbeat to fill her ears, Clarice could hear every small sound of the forest as though it were right beside her. The light of the army bonfire was out of sight now, the full moon and stars starting to come out to replace it in the spots where the trees’ dense foliage allowed a glimpse of the sky. Small hurried movements give hint of animals wandering through the brush just on the sides of the path.
The wind too making it’s own sound as it slithered through the wood to toy with the doll’s hair, just the smallest sparkle of magic riding with the breeze as it passed by. Clarice was not a spell caster, not by any means, but being an enchanted object meant that she could sense when there was magic in the air, and it was especially thick in this forest. She almost expected to see fairies, or a fleeting glimpse of a will-o-wisp. But no, instead she finds a girl, standing in a small clearing with some sort of baton. Clarice had to be careful which humans she spoke to, since being spotted for what she was by the wrong person could easily mean a fiery demise. But she always had a weak spot for young girls, they reminded her so much of Victoria, this one even had the same graceful posture and smile. Besides, she was doing magic, surely she wouldn’t risk reporting anything to the military. “You know…” Clarice said, stepping through the trees to the edge of the clearing “I’m told it’s dangerous to cast spells inside a fairy ring.” she pointed one daintily sculpted hand to the circle of mushrooms at the girl’s feet with a small, sheepish smile. -
Rufioh nodded. “Maybe the others could make sense of it.”
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Lionel Grise
8
Short and lithe for his age, lots of freckles all over, light skinned with curly, shoulder length red-brown hair. Has full subconjunctival hemorrhages in both eyes from the air pollution but it doesn’t affect his vision too severely. Wears shorts, a long sleeved t shirt, and a ski vest and galoshes. Carries a backpack with stuff he collects.
Human
Not a great sense of morals but distrusts non humans since he lost his parents when they were forcibly converted to firekin. Currently under Enigma’s care and is loyal to her.
No powers aside from his youthful agility, typical human weaknesses, is more sensitive to the pollution than other humans, but then, he spends more time around firekin and cold ones too, which certainly isn’t the best thing for a child.
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((Clarice is a living doll, in case that was unclear, shes about 5 ft tall and can move about as easily as a human.)) An impossibly lovely girl stands beside an enormous roaring fire, clutching her thin shawl in a perfect imitation of the shivering people around her. The flames lick and dance around the growing pile of magical items. Relics, wands, books, charms, all are destroyed, just in case their power might be used against the empire. The onlookers, common and powered alike, are subdued, grateful that, for now, no people have been forced to join their belongings in the pyre. Clarice, that is the girl’s name, watched with perhaps a little more fear than the others. Her pale, slender hands gripped her shawl tensely, the tight but well-made joints groaning at the effort, as the flames glimmered in her blue glass eyes. This close to the fire, her smooth porcelain skin took on a slight warmth, enough to pass for living, and her eyes took a lively sparkle from the dancing flames. But even so, even with so much practice, she could never quite mimic a human, never quite pass her perfect face or perfect body for mere good fortune. Always, people noticed her, so always she had to keep moving.
Clarice had a home once, and a family. She remembered when she’d arrived, remembered waking to the paint streaked face of a tired man, who wore a moth eaten suit and a proud smile. Who held out a hand to her as she stood for the first time, and lead her to a family, a wealthy, elegant couple and a shy frail girl. He had told them she was made of the finest materials; unbreakable china, real hair, and very strong magic, to insure that she would keep her youthful energy for a very, very long time. And it was a long time, it really was. Magic had been legal back then, encouraged even in some fields (such as toy making) and the girl was but a toddler, barely tall enough to hold Clarice’s hand. In the years that followed, the pair would become inseparable. The girl, Victoria, grew older, but sicker, and shyer. And often while the parents were involved in the state affairs that come with being a wealth noble family, Clarice was the only friend at her side. They spent long hours enthralled in tea parties, hair braiding, dress up, and pillow forts. Courting imaginary princes and attacking imaginary pirate ships, and truly, though Clarice would never grow old, she did grow to love her Victoria.
It all came to a rather abrupt end, when the queen was killed and magic suddenly banned. Soldiers came to every house, taking anything with even a hint of magic, regardless of how harmless or trivial it might be. Self stirring pots, books on color change spells, everything had to go. Victoria, now 11 years old, was in tears as she hurried Clarice out the back door, sneaking her onto a departing trader’s wagon. The girl removed her necklace, her favorite one with the gold peacock pendant, and gave it to the doll, making her promise to not try to come back, to find somewhere safe. She’d wandered from one town to another ever since.
Clarice sighed, one hand straying to the necklace that still hung at her throat, as the soldiers asked if there were any other remaining items. A pair of large, strong hands suddenly grabbed Clarice by the shoulders, startling her. “Hey. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out in the cold?” The soldier behind her smiled as she spun around to face him, he couldn’t be more than twenty. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just passing through… Er, goodbye” The man looked like he was going to protest, but she slipped away with a small apologetic smile and made her way back to the main road that lead to the next town in this densely forested area. -
“Do you know what this is?” Lévesque sneers as he carefully sets the lead box on his perfectly polished desk. Karuna pried off the lid trying to look disinterested as she looked at the glowing blue rock nestled inside. As she picked it up, she could feel it’s strong aura even through her thick leather gloves, not a pleasant sensation. She hated to think what it would do to bare skin. “No sir, I’m afraid I don’t know.” He nodded grimly. “Nor do I. I’m told there’s more of it though, being harvested from my mines this very instant. But do I see any payment for this?” The answer was clearly implied. “It isn’t silver, sir.” Karuna offered sheepishly as she returned the rock to it’s home, memorizing the scent for later. “I KNOW IT’S NOT SILVER YOU IDIOT!..still.. It’s my property. I want you to go to the mines, find out where exactly it’s coming from, and guard it. There may be some use to it.”
“And of the ore that’s been already stolen?”
“Reclaim it, I don’t care how.” She nodded. This wouldn’t be an easy mission, not with the unrest in the slums, people thinking this ore could give them a chance at power and wealth too, she knew there could be more at stake than just her employer’s profit. This was too big of a job for one woman.
~{STRONG, ABLE-BODIED INDIVIDUALS NEEDED FOR SECURITY MISSION}~
Private corporate force seeking recruits to aid in securing recently found resource in Wessal Mines. Necessary skills include basic combat skills, proficiency with gun and/or sword, fluent English, and basic schooling up to 8th grade. Wages to be decided post-mission. Contact Karuna Mehra, Chief of Peterman Private Guard, for further details
Thus was the poster at nearly every street corner, hopefully it would bring some capable missionaries. For now though, Mehra focused on obtaining supplies. -
Rufioh looked at the new comer. He was sure he knew all of the people in their connected sessions, or at least he knew of them. And her was sure he’d never seen this guy. “I think you might be lost man….”
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Hector Roth
27 earth years old
Web design editorIn a tall office building full of grumpy people and the smell of coffee and ink, Hector has a lot of free time at work, partially due to an easy workload and partially due to his own procrastination. So when he happened to meet a group of kids intending to play some sort of new game, well he joined them pretty happily. He conveniently neglected to mention that he’s not exactly a “kid” but that’s unlikely to matter. Right? He thinks the children are making up the bit about the world ending and all that. Once in the game he would use the wallet fetch modus like any reasonable adult, and fight with staplerkind or laserpointerkind strife modus. His god tier would be prince of mind and his handle is EvasiveAbeyance
If you decide to allow me to join as this character, would you please use this as his icon in the group picture?
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Oh being the unknown player sounds like a lot of fun! I’ll do that! Let me just get some info together…
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Am I allowed to join or is this a private group? I wasn’t sure.
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Name: Karuna “Kami” Mehra
Race/Species: Human, Indian (the India kind of Indian, you idiot)
Appearance: Black hair cut into a faux hawk. Wears a long grey coat always buttoned completely up to her chin over black pants and high boots. Sometimes adds sunglasses, leather gloves, a scarf, or a duffelbag/ brief case if needed.
Bio: Karuna Mehra was hired by a very important man to complete a very important task. The owner of every mine in Dethreta, or at least all the useful ones, has become aware that a new substance is being excavated in his mines, and that it is being distributed without his permission. While this fat cat politician/businessman stays at home in the Peterman District, Karuna has been sent to Wessel to not only establish a functional containment and commerce system for this new commodity, but also track down and destroy any person who is in illegal possession of the magic energy, so as to make an example of them.
She studied telepathic offensive and defensive magic in Ques, and due to her position as body guard and bounty hunter to one of the most important men in the city, has a permit which allows her to use these powers in “Any way necessary to achieve the given objective, excepting when the target is a military or civilian official.” She and her team of scientists and soldiers have set up a base in an unused portion of the Wessel prison, since it is virtually impossible to break into and has connections with the local police force. They plan to begin investigations immediately
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I nod as Ison leaves. Guess this means I’ll have to spend some time at the library before we head out tomorrow. First though, I put my books back into my carpetbag and urge Tossy over to my side. “Ram, can I walk you to your next class?” She didn’t seem like she was in any condition to be alone right now.
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but really, checking the group twice a day should be more than enough to keep up with it. we’re not moving very fast.
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i feel like it would slow things down though. i think people would get bored. especially since we’ve kind of split into a few different storylines now
