Voidus

I'll put one up in a bit.

Okay 1-2 days of effectively removing a character from the game is going to be too difficult to reasonably implement, only way we could approve this would be if it was only ever used with the consent of a player or against NPCs. Even with that this would come out to around 100 points which would put the character over the limit. Total = 140M + 55 S - 15 W = 180

The sound of pens scratching against paper continued monotonously, the only other sounds to be heard were an occasional shift in the wood of a chair or a small scuff of a shoe against carpet. Laurelai sat at one of the many desks in the department of records, stack of blank paper on one side, reference books on the other, and a lengthy report that she needed to properly transcribe in the middle. Why do we not have interns for this. She wondered yet again. Or some kind of fabrial or Aonic program, there was one around the Worldspike that was sentient or something right? Why can't they do the paperwork? With a tired sigh she finished the record, signing her name and id down the bottom and placing it to one side before pulling over another fresh sheet and beginning the process of a new incident report. There'd been a huge backlog of those for some time now, the aftermath of Plasmacore and the creatures they'd flooded the city with. But they were almost through now, a few more days and she might actually be able to see the sun again. Or better yet, a tavern. Then again my last trip to a tavern didn't end so well. She thought, smiling wryly down at the desk. But it's been months since then, another little trip couldn't hurt. Her pen stilled suddenly as something caught her attention, the name 'Lita' appeared near the top of the summary she was reading. She'd seen Lita a few times since the attack on the city, though the memory of some of what had happened that last night still caused her to blush in embarrassment. Yes, perhaps the tavern isn't such a great idea still. Jeserah only just stopped quoting last times report every time I come in here. Ignoring the faint flush that she felt at the memory, Laurelai returned to reading the summary. Thankfully this one wasn't a record of drunken escapades, just a standard interrogation session. But it seemed that Lita had been just as busy as Laurelai these last few months, hopefully with something less tedious than paperwork. Well she's doing well for herself, hasn't been eaten by anything in the Alleys yet, that's always a plus. And interrogations? I suppose she had to participate in that side of the counterintelligence department at some point. And it's not as though she was some fresh and innocent lamb to begin with. A frown creased her brow as she continued reading, making her way through the report. She pulled out a different pen as she finished, one used for Alleycant, and stared at it silently. Thinking. Later perhaps. Once everything has calmed down. She tucked the Alleycant pen away, switching back to her usual pen with a sigh and beginning to fill in the official record.

Epic powers: Shardplate: 30 (Little less than normal Shardplate, assuming this doesn't give the usual physical boosts that Shardplate does) Regeneration: 30 (Few assumptions here but my main one is assuming they are basically just as killable as anyone else and that healing is mainly beneficial for non-lethal wounds) Skills: Projectile weapons: 80 Hand-To-Hand: 30 Grand Total: 60 M + 110 S - 20 W = 150 Dead on perfect. Approved. Gonna need some more detail on that one. 'Make people insane' is a very broad statement, I'm assuming hysteria but even so there are degrees. What type of insanity, how severe, how easy is it to recover? This is potentially going to be a pretty big one, incapacitating people at a touch is already pretty powerful but if it's permanent then there are going to be bigger problems like how they interact with other player characters. Other than that: Empathy: 40 Skills: 55 Weakness: -15 Total: 40M + ?? M + 55 S - 15 W = 80 + ??

The watching presence didn't seem to focus on her again, Whisper felt a small measure of relief from that. But it still didn't answer why someone had been watching her like that in the first place. Had it simply been someone who was overly cautious? Or had her brief interaction with Althea caught some attention? She felt another, more clumsy presence direct its attention her way and had to resist rolling her eyes as she felt the man who'd sat down next to her lean over and peek at her form. Her hand almost instinctively began to turn the page so that the remaining details were less easy to see, but for all she knew they were going to make all this information public anyway, best to assume that people would know about her abilities sooner or later. She stared blankly back as his voice seemed to raise half an octave in excitement, gesturing to the name at the top of the sheet, identical to the pseudonym she'd chosen. Same spelling and all. Is it too late to change it? She looked back down at her form, at the section where she'd written the name. It was written in good ink, no easy way to get rid of that. Lightweaving could cover it up but that would fade after a while. And she'd already introduced herself as Wes to Althea, changing it now would just attract undue attention. Seemed like she was stuck with it, and likely also stuck with her overly exuberant companion with the same name. She nodded quietly at him, but the stony expression did not convey the same enthusiasm that he apparently felt at this coincidence. She didn't particularly feel that talking to this man was a good idea, but if she didn't then he'd probably just continue talking anyway. And if he dictated the topic of conversation then it was far less likely to be useful to her. One small, pale hand reached into a dirty pocket and pulled out a small square, one side was white and polished to a shine. Something she'd picked up on a foray to earth, it had proven useful when she needed to talk to someone outside of the DA. Though she still felt that Alleycant was much more discreet, elegant and convenient. It seems very coincidental. She wrote with her left hand, resting the small square on the side of the chair so that Wes could see it, and using her right hand to continue filling in the form. I hadn't expected to meet anyone else with that name here. What brings you? @I think I am here.

Someone sat down next to Whisper as she finally managed to catch another bit of conversation. Something about Aylitha being new? Sticking to the basics? Whisper didn't follow her research too closely, didn't even have clearance to know half of it in all likelihood, but she knew it was far from basic. Was this someone simply imitating Aylitha after all? Aware of her appearance and department but not her position? Unlikely. They don't leave the Alleys enough for someone to spot them, and if that was it why the differences in appearance? "Hi." The figure that had sat down next to her said, waving slightly. She nodded mutely back. Sparking extroverted people insisting on conversing just because they happened to be near to someone else. Hopefully if he saw her staying silent he'd lose interest, but she couldn't let her gaze wander too obviously while he was watching her.

Whisper carefully slid a questionnaire from the pile, making sure not to disturb the rest of the pile. Timidly she carried it back to where she'd been standing earlier before realising that returning to the same place might make her eavesdropping a little obvious. She was still trying to catch a glimpse of Aylitha in between feigned glances around the room, but she didn't seem to have noticed Whisper. Had she not seen through the Lightweaving? Whisper had imagined that such a thing would be easy for her. Someone else is watching. She realized, unsure what specifically had tipped her off but trusting her senses. She moved away to a seat nearby, looking over the form she'd picked up, but her attention was still on the other occupants of the room. She'd felt a brief gaze directed towards herself, and then the same gaze shifting to Althea. But who had it been? Idly she filled in the form, sticking mostly to the truth other than her name and age which she listed as 'Wes, 17'. Best not to stretch her age too far, she was already short for a 17 year old. She also wasn't entirely sure herself how old she was, so it wasn't any more of a lie than any other number she could put there. Althea makes sense, she's well known. But who would be watching me? Did someone tail me earlier? Watch me change? She put her tongue to the roof of her mouth, forcing air through to produce a whistle that would be just outside of normal hearing range. She caught sight of a few figures wincing, tineyes most likely. Best to keep an eye on them. A small series of coughs racked her body, her throat irritated by constricting tightly enough to produce that whistle. But it passed shortly after, and it gave her an excuse to look up again, reaching forward to grab a nearby tissue and scanning the room again.

I think it might be a tad repetitive if you used OP characters two eras in a row I'd totally like to RP with this character, though. But the mental illness trait feels slightly uncomfortable. I agree with this. It doesn't feel right to me for that disorder to be handled in a more comedic aspect that way, and I don't know if it could even really work that way. You might want to look at a different mental health issue, as there are some that would be closer to what you seem to be aiming for than bipolar, but even then you should be careful with mental health. Moving off topic posts here from the character thread.

*Stamps with big approved stamp* Good to go.

As always people can request a mod to change their vote if they alter their decision. Also just a reminder guys, please try to keep this thread free from discussion. Makes our job a lot easier when we don't need to hunt through posts to find the ones that are actual character requests.

Whisper watched Althea slowly follow her gaze down to her arm, she'd noticed the glance but didn't say anything. That all but confirmed her suspicions, but it did raise the question of why Althea would be here in person. And could she make use of that fact? Whisper hadn't done more than a rudimentary skim of information concerning Althea, she was in a powerful position certainly, but she wasn't suited for what Whisper needed. But perhaps in the dark and unknown caverns beneath the city... She leaned against a wall nearby, trying to keep herself small and unnoticeable as she thought options over. She scanned the room to see if she recognized anyone else, only to be startled by a figure that was quickly making its way towards Althea. She felt her ears perk up, though thankfully that wouldn't be visible, and her eyes brighten as she recognized the figure of Aylitha. But it was slightly off, the expressions didn't seem right, the face a little older. An imposter? She turned her head to watch another pair talking, but kept an eye on Althea and the possible Aylitha using her peripheral vision, ears straining to overhear their conversation.

Whisper gave a small grateful nod as the woman began to step to one side, making room for her to enter into the building. She'd already partially turned away and began stepping past when the woman, Althea, spoke up and introduced herself in a polite, if brief, manner. Whisper shifted her step, widening her distance from Althea a little in case anyone else entered the room. She gave Althea a quick nod, briefly making eye contact. "Wes." She let out a cracked and strangled whisper, even that volume causing her to wince a little in pain. She paused, unsure how to continue the conversation, or whether she should simply move on, but then she realised the name the woman had given her. Althea was not a very common name, but it could simply be a coincidence. Her eyes flickered briefly to Althea's arm, that was where most of them kept their tattoos.

Bare feet padded silently against the cobblestone streets as Whisper dodged between two other pedestrians, the two gave a brief, pitying look to the somewhat worn and ragged shirt that she was wearing, tucked into an even more ragged pair of pants. The city was no stranger to orphans, but the third quadrant wasn't particularly close to any of the slums of town, they weren't seen as frequently here. Before either of the two could stop to say anything, Whisper had already moved on. Nimbly sidestepping a horse carrying some Scadrian noble, she managed to find a quiet side street. Usually this disguise worked well for going unnoticed, but in this part of town, and for this job, it was probably better that she looked somewhat more respectable, though possibly a little desperate still. A puff of light trailed down her pale, cracked lips, twining around her scrawny neck and draping over her too-thin limbs and torso. In the wake of the Light her rags changed to a clean but affordable linen shirt and some worn but well-kept trousers. Her short hair grew into a longer braid and lightened to a soft brown. Her body seemed to lose some of its emaciated appearance, it still appeared slight, but not starving. Finally she gave herself a thick, jagged scar along the neck, stretching over her jaw and ending at the cheek. Physical signs like that made it easier for people to understand when she struggled to speak to them, and usually deterred any questions. She looked herself over in a small puddle that had formed in a depression of the stones, checked to make sure nothing seemed unnatural and that it was close enough to her body that people wouldn't notice anything from physical contact. Finally satisfied she made her way back out onto the main streets and towards the door of the building she'd been told about. Alleycity Excavation. Word was they'd dug into the ground beneath the city and found something already there, unexplored caverns. Filled with darkness and sights unknown. What dwelt in the deep where nobody saw? She'd barely stepped into the door when she had to stop, noticing another woman already standing in front of her and looking unnaturally pale. @ZincAboutIt @Sorana

We're still not really sure, they just show up on people's desks once a year.

They even earned an award for their Highstorm project. We sunk a lot of resources into that one, but it was well worth it in the end.

Not sure if you've read the most recent posts but Ajax is down with a spike to the heart, so just the other two. EDIT: Ninja'd

Sorry all, been a bit inactive the past few days. Lots of sick family. So to chime in on a couple of things: Personally I'm not a big fan of incentivizing certain types of characters. People should play characters that they're interested in, that they think could tell an interesting story. Not because it's rewarded in some way, or allows them to go over character limits. These characters do exist in the background of the RP, and several repeat NPCs are of this nature. If people wanted to explore the kinds of stories that people like that would experience (Which would definitely be very different to what happens in most of the RP) then I think that should arise organically the way most of our plots do. I would also say that simply encouraging people to create characters like this but not changing the plots that we run would essentially doom these characters to be cannon fodder. The type of story that would be explored from that perspective is very different than what we've been telling so far. I love slice of life stories and I would love to participate in a plot around the regular lives of Alleycity residents, but you couldn't just plop a tailor into the middle of a guild war. So if this is something people are interested in, I'd suggest we start a discussion around how we would implement these characters, what people would be interested in, etc. And if character limits are feeling restrictive to some people then we can discuss that as well, but I'd see that as a separate issue rather than an incentive. The DA is unlikely to be chasing down anything other than those still damaging the city or those produced from the Void (The initial Vortex as opposed to the rebuilt version)

Voidus gave the Stranger a nod as they passed each other, the Stranger stepping back from the Aluminium cage as Voidus stepped towards it. His friend had managed to work out some of his frustrations it seemed, and if they were fortunate then the display he'd made of the fight would dissuade anyone else from trying something similar. But now the spectacle had come to an end, Ajax waited within the cage, out of options but still refusing to surrender. Voidus had already confirmed that the man seemed strangely resistant to being drawn back into the Void directly, but there were other ways to ensure a soul was destroyed. He reached the cave and briefly matched eyes with Ajax, wondering what had motivated him to do all of this. Why all of this uncontrolled chaos? Why risk what had been risked? Was it simply a desire for power? To rule over others? Resources? But in the end, motivations didn't matter, talking would only delay the inevitable. So, reaching forward, Voidus snapped a splinter of Aluminium from the bindings around Ajax, and with an almost casual flick he threw it towards Ajax's heart. Towards a small bindpoint, usually used only for an Essence Spike. But where other metals would steal the soul, Aluminium would destroy it entirely. "Goodbye." He said simply.