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Yup, it's fine. It'll go in Sci-Fi.
![]() You'll find your next clue in a polarizing place filled with sparkly vampires. Secret Word: Romance ![]() Credit goes to Spirit_Queen for my avatar and signature.
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Ooc: Yay! ^_^
~~~ The ports of the Thames river were silent, completely quiet, and incredibly foggy. Perfect night to sneak in to that museum and get in the basement before daylight; Alvin really, really didn't want to draw attention to herself or to her companion. Speaking of her, where was that bat-sh*t crazy girl? Alvin walked down the halls of the Nautilus, her nearly black brown eyes scanning the corridors, and she spied the red-head staring into a porthole in the wall with pale gray eyes. "Okeam, no argue with Mae. We need get inside to see S and wait for the other two." At first the older woman didn't respond, but she tore her gaze away from the reflective window to blink boredly at the ship's captain. "I'm not arguing with her, I'm debating." With a wide yawn, the woman walked down the hall, climbing up a ladder at the end to the deck. Alvin rolled her eyes and followed, pulling at the red sash on her waist in disgust; too much frivolity, and in any case she felt like a liar in this captain's garb. How her father stood wearing it was beyond her. With a grumble, she climbed up the metal ladder and stood on the deck, stretching her arms above her head and exhaling happily. She loved the sea air, nothing beat it. Okeam was standing on the port next to the deck, which was just barely coming out of the water, and she helped Alvin hop across; the girl's fake left leg buckled slightly, but she straightened up and hobbled over to a bench to fix it. The first mate gave a wave and climbed into the hatch, shutting it behind him securely, and the deck submerged almost silently into the water. Alvin looked over at the museum, a slight glare in her eyes; she really didn't want to do this, but if she was ever going to see the underwater places her great-grandfather had seen and explored, she was going to have to play along with S's scheme. Okeam fixed some of the belts on her suit, grimacing at the tightness of the ones around her waist, and she loosened those ones a bit, breathing easier, and she looked up, staring at the stairs. "Is somebody here already?" Wall-E + EVE
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Name: Alessandria/‘Aliss’ Demerels
Age: Sixteen. Peculiarities/Abilities: She’s a computer hacker, with mild cyb*rkinesis that she’s hoping to develop in private. Aliss is doing it so she'll be recognised in her own right. Appearance: An oval face with a ’sharp’ nose, olive skin, black hair in oversized ringlets pinned up with a lot of fancy barrettes, a lacy blue top with flared sleeves, a swishy skirt with garters and patent leather shoes. Her hands are manicured and she generally wears makeup. Personality: Quite optimistic and cheerful, she goes into things expecting a good time. She wants to have an adventure, not realising what it’ll really be like. She has a moral code that she sticks to at all times. She’s friendly for the most part, but can be very b*tchy if needs be. Flaws: She’s can’t understand why other people can’t hack into computers like she does, and as a result she sees most other people as stupid. Doesn’t always understand reality and consequences. Bio: Her mother died in childbirth. Her father was a pioneer in the field of technology. She grew up in that atmosphere and inherited his prowess in technology. She is now attending an exclusive school in England. Location: Born in Italy, certainly living in England. Family/Friends: Her father is a man named Giuseppe Demerels, has a friend named Calen Wilson. On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge.
Of the deep ravine where can be seen, the true worth of passion's pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay. Oh I loved too much and by such and such, is happiness thrown away. |
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Name: Dark Star Melkor.
Age: Refuses to say, but around late 20s. Peculiarities/Abilities: Scientist. Has discovered the secret of immortality, but refuses to share it ever again after how the creation she gave it to turned out. Appearance: Long dark brown hair streaked with red, blue eyes, creamy skin. Tall, slightly overweight but carries it well cuz of her height. Doesn't really care about clothes or makeup; generally dresses in black. Personality: Is vague and sometimes focuses on details getting stuck on the big picture. Works best alone; doesn't really play well with others. Can get irritated with people just cuz they don't get certain aspects of science; does not suffer fools gladly. Is afraid of her creation, and of what he can do. Flaws: Pessimistic to a ridiculous degree; tends to be condescending at times; impulsive and before her experiment with immortality, rarely considered consquences. Now tho, tends to be overcautious, which can be irritating to others. Bio: Parents divorced when she was a child; won a scholarship at the age of fifteen to university. Studied hard and eventually became a top class scientist. She has her own laboratory and generally does research now. Her creation was seven eighths reptile DNA and one eight human and is immortal. After, she felt she'd created a monster and made a pact to herself to never give out or use the immortality formula ever again. Location: America Family/Friends: Her mother's name is Marie Melkor; her father moved to England and she's lost touch with him. Her creation is named Azhdeha, and counts as a surrogate son of sorts. She is withdrawn, and has no friends. ![]() Credit goes to Spirit_Queen for my avatar and signature.
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Name: Djimon Noir
Age: 17 Peculiarities/Abilities: He can talk to animals, and so would be VERY good at gathering info (who'd be a better spy than a random bug?) Appearance: Djimon's skin is black as black can be, and he's donwright proud of it. He has large hads, a wide mouth with what one could call "bubble" lips, and is quite tall (6', 1"). For hair, he only has a bit of black fuzz. (this isn't an appearence, but it has to do with imagery, so I'll put it here... he has a VERY thick accent that is both African and a bit French. If you've ever listened to an Ivoirienne/person from Cote D'Ivoire speak French, then you'd know what I'm talking about). Personality: Djimon isn't exactly unintelligent... he's just average. But he puts stress on one's phsyical abilities, and is almost a jock-type. He is easy-going, a bit loud, reckless, but yet sweet at times. He doesn't deal too well with sentimental moments, so he'll get all awkward and instead start to pick on those he's fond of. Flaws: Did I mentiaon the pikcing-on-people thing? XD He's just about the opposite of Sarah's charries; he'll probably call her a nerd more than once, for he puts stress on physical ability and prowess. Bio: Back home, Djimon is a soccer star, a killer Forward. His father was also a star, and is currently his coach; this, of course, puts a lot of stress on him. His dad coined the nickname "Dji", which is pronouned "jee", and he's stuck with it ever since. He does speak English, though it is a second language. He actuallyy was an exchange student in America his Sophomore year, so he speaks it decently well, but he does occassionally lip up and use some French terms instead. Location: Cote D'Ivoire/The Ivory Coast (a country in Africa) Family/Friends: Father is Arnaud Noir, his mother, Gimbya, had divorced his father and moved to England. He is often sent to visit her. ![]() |
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Dark Star stood next to one of the exhibits in the museum, her mind far away from the model of the old fashioned sailing ship in front of her. She had come to the museum to escape her gloomy thoughts, and to fully indulge her dreams of escape. Escape to where, she didn't know, but she felt uncomfortable about what she had unleashed on the world, and wished to leave before it all blew up in her face.
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Okeam stood next to her, examining the sails on the model. "Bit ratty looking. I really don't know how they sailed with those things back then, a storm could rip through those."
Alvin was examining a different exhibit; it was a large dinosaur skeleton. "..." She shook her head, whistling. "Big freaky dino." Wall-E + EVE
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Aliss was riffling through pamphlets and scribbling down notes into a spiral notepad. The pamphlets fell out of her hands and fell all over the floor.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge.
Of the deep ravine where can be seen, the true worth of passion's pledge. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay. Oh I loved too much and by such and such, is happiness thrown away. |