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| 26 Oct 2013 11:04 PM |
Age of the Mobs
Spotlight! Spot-bright! You all know my wish tonight. Lean in close and hear my whispered words. It is your place To set the pace For another round and another race. We have endless possibilities! Uncertainties! Insecurities!
Though the Sun has set five hundred years past the fall of the Imperium and the rise of Valdemar, the darkness holds no domain over the city of Starscope, an originally Verratir but now proud and independent city on a new continent of this once small world. Metal towers--they call them skyscrapers these days--rise into the sky, reaching for the pinpricks of light that dot the heavens. A symbol of vanity, a symbol of progress, a symbol of hope. And a symbol of profit. It is a prosperous town, its borders bulging with the influx of businesses to the coast city. Built beyond the estuary of the River, motorized Aquimobiles weave amongst the buildings via the plethora of canals that make up the transportation infrastructure of the city. Of course, that would be to exclude the trade dirigibles far above, delivering materials and goods to and from the factories on the outskirts of town. The docks are similarly busy, ships at port day in and day out. The days are of work, of politics. But the night, that is when the seedier and altogether more exciting elements appear. That is when the clubs open and the parties begin. However, night is also the cover of more dangerous organizations... Then again, does the light of day stop their operations? Doubtful.
The setting! Starscope. The Docks. The Industrial Sector. The various districts and quarters and whatnot. The characters! Well, that would be up to you! The plot! We'll see, will we not?
Available Races: Human High Elf Idoweic Verratir Saoritin Eirini Drow Message me when you want the details. It is terribly irritating to type the descriptions and realize one forgot something.
Rules: Should this not be obvious by now? Everything goes that is not personal! Although, I will say, keep a bit of pressure down on most of the magic and technology advancements. Be creative, yes, but be a bit cautious as well. We do not want anyone going above and beyond outside of education, right? Heh, well, enjoy the show!
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| 26 Oct 2013 11:09 PM |
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Name: Sedivost Pritmie Species: Drow Gender: Male RPAge: 226 (appears early twenties) Faction: Independent Mercenary. Physical Appearance: Tall and verging on skeletal. His skin is ashen, and hair kept in a combed formal military cut as befitting an officer. He wears a modified military uniform, all insignias carefully removed; charcoal knee-length officer's coat that buttons only upon the right, crisp black trousers and grey hiking boots, a plain white shirt with black silk tie is underneath and he also wears a pair of thin black leather gloves. Personality: A calm, confident man; trusting in his previous military and intelligence training to keep him alive. He overflows with cynicism and a lack of faith in anything but skill, both of which contributing to his lack of tolerance for other beliefs. He quite happily accepts any job which will challenge him, in return for sustaining and supplying him until his next job. Items Carried: Clothing, funds, a long thin knife, two silenced handguns and often a briefcase containing a composite bow that splits into pieces and accompanying arrows. Short Biography (Optional): What is known by others is all above, anything outside of this dossier is exclusive only to those who share the memories and a small cadre of colleagues and close friends. Other (Optional): When between jobs and not either searching for another contract or information his can usually be found tucked away in the lesser known places of the world - often a quiet bar or gentleman's club, usually with a false identity.
CS: Name: Elska mun Blomstra. Species: Idaweic Gender: Female RPAge: 162 (appears 18) Faction: Idaweic minor nobility. Physical Appearance: White skinned, with satin-blonde hair that comes down to rest upon the shoulder - what comes in front of the ears is plaited and finished with a small silver clasp engraved with a rose-bud, that above the ear is left loose and sweeps gently just over the tops of her eyes and down to her shoulder blades. Her irises are like polished lapis, and her ears arc backwards a inch to a point of an increasing azure hue. She wears almost two outfits, one closer to her race's roots and when anywhere but home she covers herself with a long thick navy overcoat that reaches almost to the ankles. The coat has long cuffs that cover the hand up to the fingers, the cuffs short white fur with swirls of blue stiching along both edges. The collar wraps up around her neck a short way there are clasps all the way down to the bottom of the coat, each decorated with a single pearl. The main body of the coat is covered in swirls of lighter blue tones dyed into the fabric and a swath of white fur around the neck. Under the coat is something much less 'conservative', a short shoulderless sleeved dress that comes to a little above the knee - an extended cuff also forming a point just over the back of the palm. The dress is an ice-blue and made of a silk-like material, the colour of the cloth gradually darkening towards a sky blue towards the edges Personality: Intelligent academically, well versed in politics and history but naive when it comes to people outside of a debating hall. Usually accompanied by hired protector who can occassionally act as an advisor to keep in check her sometimes impulsive nature. Items Carried: Clothing, some money and a small concealable Snjor-brand firearm. Short Biography (Optional): A member of a small Idaweic line of nobility, not important or powerful enough in the current climate to hold much voice in the court of the Overking but the land brings with it wealth and Elska has grown up with it practically at her fingertips. Other (Optional):
(Also, Snow and The Afflicted will make a return, as always.) |
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| 26 Oct 2013 11:16 PM |
Name: Angele Ferrin Race: Human Known Aliases: Angel, Archangel, Metalwing, 'That d---ed bird!' Personality: Easy-going, clever, quick. Abilities: Created a sort of magically enhanced metal, called mechanosteel, which he used to create fully functioning metal wings. Ignore the impossibilities physics cause. Extremely agile, skill with butterfly knife. Affinity for torture. Biography: From a young age, Angele Ferrin was obsessed with the heavens, despite the difficulties of getting any altitude. So much so, in fact, that he put his mechanical and magical aptitude to the test to create wings for himself, grafting them to his back. He is now twenty-six, and heads a vicious crime syndicate he calls the Fallen Angels of Shaya Lane. |
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| 26 Oct 2013 11:37 PM |
CS: Name: Marcutius "Gentle" Argen Species: Saoritin Gender: Male RPAge: Three hundred and forty-three, with the appearance of thirty-eight Faction: Transaction Faction, more commonly known as the TransFac Gang Physical Appearance: Gentle is of a pleasing form, his face angular but not too sharp and his form lithe but not lanky. He dresses in a burgundy jacket, vest, and slacks over a white formal shirt, trimmed and buttoned with gold, most commonly with a tie, handkerchief, and leather shoes of coal black. He wears a fedora of the same red shade. His skin is that shade that could be described as either pale or tan, a pleasant moderate. His irises and tapering ears tips are, as with all Fire Elves, a red that does not seem to clash with his attire. His hair is as black as his accessories, with a single streak of grey. Personality: Gentle's nickname comes from how he deals with others in business. However, it is also a friendly mockery and a whispered warning for how he interacts with those who betray him... Items Carried: He carries a golden pocket watch, which he can often be seen checking. He keeps a pistol in his jacket. Short Biography (Optional): Gentle was around since the city's establishment; he knows all the nooks and shortcuts. Other (Optional):
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| 27 Oct 2013 12:02 AM |
Name: In this day and age, it's only used by his children, and only his first name. In fact, inorder to save space in his memory for more important things, he's forgotten his last name. His first name, however, is Aquiras. Age:630 years old. (63) Race: Verratir Known Aliases: The Artisan. The Admiral. Faction: Aquitech industries, 'The quickest way fowards!' And Artisan Architecture 'Beauty or Practicality, why not both?' Abilites: ...Terrifying. Absolutely Terrifying. A master of science AND magic, as well as military tactics, the only thing the man isn't good at is hand to hand combat. He leads the market in large defense contracts, and has the energy market cornered. He's one of the richest men in the world. Physical Appearance: A charming and handsome elf, with combed grey hair, and a light in his Hazel green eyes that belongs to a child. The man is built spindly, but now graceful, his hands calloused from work on machinery. He wears a monocle over one eye, with a telescopic lens. He dresses professionally, always, though the rest of his person is always in disarray. Personality: He's a brilliant absent minded professer, who's love for his work is only matched by his love for his six children. Short bio: ...Short isn't an option here. But I'll try. Legendary Admiral, Artisan and Inventor, he brought his talents to the world at a young age, and cornered the market. He built his wealth, owns several companies, and a private police force. (Think Pinkerton) He lives on the Top three floors of the Yasmeen Tower, in the Starscope City. |
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| 27 Oct 2013 04:15 PM |
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Name: Altheira Species: Saoritin Gender: Female RPAge: Appears mid twenties Faction: Thief Physical Appearance: Being poor, Altheira wears jeans and a baggy black t-shirt except when it's cold, then she has a coat. Personality: Slow to trust, angry often, and sarcastic as all get out. Items Carried: Water potion, little bit of money, a knife, and lock picking stuff. |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:26 PM |
| Altheira slips out of a broken down apartment, tailing a target. She slips a wallet out of their pocket when they least expect it and gets the hell out of there. When she gets to a safe place to check it out, she's in luck. "A hundred trinks," she breathes. "Hello, this weeks rent!" |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:31 PM |
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Name: Eyulf Greyja Species: Idoweic. Gender: Male RPAge: 212 (appears early twenties) Faction: Independent Physical Appearance: A tall man, broad but slim, with finely pointed ears that curl a little inwardly to fine ice-blue points. His skin is a perfect white, with eyes the colour of electric blue shining out. He has soft periwinkle lips often curled into a small smile, like he knows something about you and it warms him. He attempts to keep his hair smartly parted on one side but there's always a few slivers of hair that come across his elfin face. He wears casual suits, in varying shades of grey and darker blues with a smart longcoat as a reminder of his days conscripted. Personality: A soft soul, but an enigmatic one. He keeps his past to himself and often lives his life by mingling into the crowds of those he finds interesting. A little fond of Serrice Ice and a good few hours of bright conversation Items Carried: A pair of Snjor-handguns, too much money, and a few little gadgets. Short Biography (Optional): Oh come now, I've just finished my last snifter. Get me another and maybe we'll talk. Other (Optional): |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:34 PM |
A man steps out of the shadows next to Altheira, clapping his hands slowly, "Have I got competition here?" His face is obscured, just a flash of porcelain in the poor light. His words perfectly enunciated, in the voice of an educated man. |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:36 PM |
| Altheira pockets the money and glares at him, hand straying to her knife. "Who are you, and what's it matter?" |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:38 PM |
| "What am I? Just a rumour, so they say. What does it matter? Oh...a man has to recruit at some point for the bigger jobs." He grins, half a set of teeth reflecting light. |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:39 PM |
| She stares at him for a moment, eyes narrowed. "Recruit? And you mean..?" |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:41 PM |
| "I have plans, I am bored, and you surely want to do more than pick the occasional pocket? Is that enough for you?" |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:41 PM |
| She tilts her head, looking less hostile. "Maybe... What's the catch?" |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:43 PM |
| The figure shakes his head, "If you have faith in yourself then there isn't one." |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:43 PM |
| Aquiras sits in a comfy red suede recliner, the curtain drawn upon his large observatory window, a ivory pipe perched upon his lips, as he ponders the comings and going's of the swarm of people upon Starscope's waterways. His young charges were fond of there sleep, and so it was often he got to indulge in these sessions of deep thought, from which his greatest ideas were spawned. Right now he was staring upon the polluted canals, disgusted at the perversion of a once beautiful concept. Surely he could filter it, but where would the garbage go? He removes his pipe deftly to take a sip of brandy. |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:44 PM |
| "Faith in one's self is another word for arrogance, which gets you killed," she says. "I know what I can do, that's about all." |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:47 PM |
| A simple job. In and out, ten minutes, tops. Best part is, not many to cut the profits with. I picked Tyrk up, carried him to the top. He was our sneaker, a drow, sharp eyes and ears, rum good lockpick too. He picked the roof access while I got the rest of the crew up. Just Tyrk, Ga-Ka, Alex, and myself. Alex and I had been friends since we were kids, and he was my lieutenant. Ga-Ka was our bruiser. Saoritin girl. Not the brightest lass, but smart enough to learn a martial art or five. Two thousand trinks for Ga and Tyrk, three thousand for Alex, and four for myself. We were inside now, and Tyrk got the lock to the room with the art. I went in and began the search along with Tyrk and Alex, Ga-Ka keeping watch for the apartment's owner, big brute by the name of Hyde. Alex found it, earning his portion of the profits, and I went out ahead of the three. And right into Hyde's fist. Ga-Ka went into action while I was down, a flurry of blows to the big man sending him sprawling. We knew our stay was over, and we made a dash for it, jumping down flights of stairs to reach the lobby, and out the door into the fog. The art was tossed to me by Alex, and I took off, metal wings glinting in the moisture as I made my way back to Shaya Lane, and home. The others arrived, and we discussed the split again, as is customary. Then they left, and I leaned back in my chair, taking a well-deserved rest. Well, until someone besides an Angel went and bothered me, Angele 'Metalwing' Ferrin. |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:48 PM |
The man laughs, "That'll do for me." He extends his hand, "I'm the Ferryman, a 'blight upon the city' as the authorities would have it. I'm happy to have you aboard this little ship of mine." |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:49 PM |
| She grins tentatively, her hands are gloved. "Altheira, a humble thief." |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:54 PM |
| "The Frozen Rose, a high-brow lounge. Wear something nice whenever you arrive and I'll introduce you to the rest of the team you'll be working with. What say you?" |
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| 27 Oct 2013 06:54 PM |
| "I say I don't wear nice clothes," she says with a grin. |
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| 27 Oct 2013 07:00 PM |
| I remembered my meeting I'm due for, with people at the Frozen Rose, and quickly change into my meeting gear, a butterfly knife hidden in my coat, along with a derringer. Never hurts to be prepared for anything, I guess. I headed out, wings tucked beneath my coat as I made my way to the Rose. Can't be raising too much attention this early, now can we? |
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| 27 Oct 2013 07:04 PM |
| Snow laughs, "Come however you can, we won't be wearing our finest when we run the job." |
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| 27 Oct 2013 07:06 PM |
| She nods. "This lounge... I've never heard of it. Where can I find it?" |
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