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[i Lt. Gweniviere Nietzsche] | German super soldier 'Wundersoldaten'. War veteran, and member of a liberal, private sector, military and intelligence organization. | Generally cold and bitterly sacrastic, stoic and rather distrusting, but speaks with eloquency.
[i Dr. Felix Arndt] | Scientist with background in neuroscience, psychology, and biology. Theoretically works on and around the human body in theory and experiments on them both in an effort to further medical science, and as an experimental biological weapons technician, biological being literal physical bodies, humanoid or otherwise. | Generally a softly energetic, polite but has a tendency for biting wit now and again, strangely graceful despite the tremors in his hands.
[i Laurent] | Rogue berserker Asgardian who was running from too many demons from too many places who eventually were catching up with him and just needed to disappear finally. Has been trying to rehabilitate under the doctor's and Lieutenant's help. Previously heavily suicidal and masochistic, lingering traits. Struggling with himself. | Stiffly mannered, racist towards mortals despite his very real mortality, highly intelligent to a fault, quietly paranoid, slow to trust, analytical.
[i Scott Withers] | Experimental, weaponized soldier who was captured from the 'other side' during the war and now is struggling with the faulty science and fractured identity he has been handed as a result of the science of 'Recommissioning' while still being put to work. | Generally subdued and taciturn, defensive if people move too quickly around him.
[i Vivian Haversham] | Technical genius, very good with computers and building things, smalltime tech engineer. Has an AI interface in her head that she talks to . Was born deaf and still signs when she talks. | Quiet. Highly intelligent and often comes off as cold, likely on the Autistic spectrum, or is a result of her childhood without hearing.
[i Cybil 1&2] | Two computer security agents, geniuses themselves, and college graduates. Technically they are clones of another woman as a part of a larger project, but decided to be twin sisters to one another, and off and on act as the same personal unit . | Both are opinionated, and quick to bring to arguments. Cybil 1 is a little more quiet that Cybil 2.
[i Espen Hellstrand] | Human. Agent. | Quick to come to envy, was an overachieving natural talent in her academy and now feels more than a little out of her depth now on the professional level, but is a dedicated young person.
[i Gretchen Fleischer] | Unknown, trained as a combat/intelligence agent, but origins unclear. | Generally unpredictable, and often violent, has an issue with impulse control. Uses it as both a coping mechanism and as a facet of her personality such as it is.]
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[i Anna/Matthew Hackett] | Anna and Matthew Hackett are on the surface your token eccentric and odd aristocratic set of twins. They are highly intelligent in their own respective ways. Matthew is a medical student in the greater city, and Anna is a curious sort who learns both from her brother, those around her, and through her own experiences and insights, as well as the massive amount of books from either the family's personal library or elsewhere. The two are frequently employed to make investigations about obscure supernatural occurrences, though treat it more as a hobby and a genuine interest than a capital enterprise, which gives the impression of 'rich enough not to give a damn and smart enough to be bored and curious about things'. | No abilities themselves, but seem to be accompanied by a peculiar air about them as if there is something hiding behind them.
[i Nathaniel Crane] | Played one of two ways: Nathan is either [B A.] a socially incapacitated but intelligent young man or is simply a more quiet, unassuming sort dpeending on how I decide to play him. He is an apprentice mortician and fellow medical classmen to Matthew and a dear friend to the Hackett family. He grew up with them. or [B B.] A raven/crow/crane who has been turned into a human by a Breaker of Nature and sent to do work, and is either abandoned by his mistress or is having qualms about what he was sent to do. Depends on the plot. | See previous description. He is either human, or a shifted bird.
[i Zachary Paige] | Infatuated with Anna Hackett and was a young studying gentleman sent to live with his mother's distant friend from school, Narcissa Hackett to study in the city and/or be taken care of. [B Or] he is a servant to the antagonist who does the same thing, sending him under whatever guise to figure out about the supernatural stuff that's going on in the city so that that master can have a piece of it maybe. Carries out dirty work. | Mild connections with other people's thoughts and dreams and impressions. Like... aura touching? Sort of?
[i Winifred Blackwood] | A friend and colleague of Anna's, a part of the Scienti Obscurum who also seems to be hiding something about herself in a similar manner to the twins. Works as an investigator and social connection to some of the seedier parts of town, as she finds joy in frequenting brothels and vaudeville shows. | Human.
[i Thomas Fletcher] | Mysterious young man who is a distant acquaintance, when the family used to frequent their holiday recreation spot, has come to the city to make his fortune in his new business, whatever it is. Refers to himself simply as a businessman. | Human?
[i Merriweather Bellamy] | Young man, son of a textile factory owner. Acquaince. Considered 'noveau riche'. | Werewolf.
[i Edith] | Young middle class woman. Collegiate. Fiction writer with a deep interest in the obscure and the macabre. | Human.
[i Alice Pemberly] | Anna's close friend, a constant neurotic, worrywart, all of the above. Daydreams constantly. Society girl whose father is a merchant of the Queen's. | Human or Vampire or something. ]
  Tweedy / 3y 139d 18h 55m 34s
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  Dr. Felix Arndt / Tweedy / 3y 134d 17h 55m 56s
[B Janelle Monae], [B Angela Basset] reference for further character pictures.
  Tweedy / 3y 161d 17h 15m 15s
Alien Disguise species- thought that adapting to the beauty standards of the species would attract more people than just fitting in.
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Idea basis/function: like from Mars Attacks
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  Tweedy / 3y 246d 18h 24m 19s
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  Illustrated Ladies / Tweedy / 3y 235d 18h 40m 39s
IDEA: gamers/writers who aren't just normal people, either ready with or making their "skins" and personas, or they're basically just monsters...
  Illustrated Ladies / Tweedy / 3y 260d 18h 30m 44s
IDEA silent dummy in Narcissa's study that taps someone on the shoulder lightly and point in the proper direction... or something.
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  Gems? / Tweedy / 3y 262d 17h 59m 58s
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I've the idea for another sort of contrived plot regarding a big old house and a newcomer. In this, I've a need for a supernatural , historic RP set in the 1890's-1900's time period. That's right, just [i after] the Victorian period technically, but the world wouldn't be lodged in "our world" in fact, I've quite the world set up around this, just needing a reason to put it into action.

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The idea revolves around a young man who's lived in the depths of [i the City] , a tightly managed, huge place that is mostly humans, and rarely disguised Others, and has to leave to find work, answering an advertisement, or sent to live elsewhere by their mother to a distant family friend or some such circumstance that sends them outside of the city they've known all their life into technically another realm entirely to live with/work for this other family, and then we have the introduction of the brand new world Character 2 hasn't known, be that higher society in general, or something entirely more. The old legends and stories were true.

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Again, any pairing or non-romantic, what have you. This one will be quite dark in nature, with rather morbid, dry humor infused and such. Plot is very open but I've a need for a supernatural sort of Penny Dreadful sort of almost Halloween, Sleepy Hollow sort of backdrop for an adventure/mystery plot.
  Tweedy / 3y 266d 3h 57m 47s
[B A little about the character]
As I said before this character was inspired by Marvel, but is not a part of it. Initially I had been working in that world as a ready made war and technological state of advancement as a basis for this character but I am trying to part from it.

However, for the sake of explanation I will say that this character is Hydra and a super soldier.
[+orange [i If you want we can keep it in the Marvel universe. I am just making a point that it is not a necessary aspect, it was simply a basis for inspiration.]]

This character is female, however not a sexualized, or generally feminine female who has been rent from her comfort in being able to define what makes a person either .

She is a soldier, a spy, and a dominant, powerful individual with serious, conflicting internal troubles. The character is supposed to have some general androgyny . And in being a military intelligence agent she will has a realistic amount of physical scars.

I can make amends to the world that they will inhabit within reason to accommodate incoming characters if you've got them.
  Gweniviere Nietzsche / Tweedy / 3y 278d 1h 20m 52s
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do we have to fail

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and lose everything, before a change for the better is deserved enough to happen?

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[font "Times" [size9 Don't mind me being all dramatic trash, I like pretty threads.]]
  Thor Odinson / Tweedy / 3y 278d 22h 6m 29s
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  Gweniviere Nietzsche / Tweedy / 3y 322d 22h 56m 56s
The men stared at Marc for a few moments. They didn’t [i want] to fight. That was until the little cursor appeared on the camera lens of their vision, hovering just underneath Marc’s knee cap in white lettering.

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One of the men glanced up over Marc’s shoulder to the Lieutenant, seeing the growing scowl on her face and hesitated further. However far away, her eyes narrowed a little at their hesitation, hand turning the glass faced, cellular phone in her hand back upright and dialed. The two men pursed their lips, exchanging a glance, and closed their eyes.

She put it to her ear. Her voice was quiet and businesslike, her eyes trained on the strapping form of Marc now, speaking to another man stationed at the near transformer that supplied the house, “[B Cut the lights.]”

“[+gray Yes Lieutenant.]” came the reply. The man’s hand clamped down on the rubber ended pliers and disabled the proper technology. The timer counted down on the backsplash lenses, Marc’s knee illuminated now in the pale registration of the filter. There were cries of fear from women and men, gasps and the typical murmur as people started to get even more uneasy. The Lieutenant blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, her augmented gaze adjusting sharply, pupils dilating and reflecting what little light, quickly hiding the glow of her phone so that it wouldn’t show the muted refraction in the backs of her eyes even through the dark contact lenses, and slipped it back into the inner pocket of her coat.

The two men left standing against Marc Spector armed themselves. One had the padded gloves still, the next reaching behind himself, pushing up the hem of his shirt and pulling out the knife he had tucked under his belt, wondering how easily the man they were facing could see in the dark*. The Lieutenant did as well, being the whole point of the operation. This was a reconnaissance visit. Her hands went absently into her pockets, jostled by blinded people without night vision, growing tired of the contact she slipped through the crowd as fluidly as she could to get a better look at the growing situation. She would not intervene, not even if Spector were to threaten the lives of the agents. It would be important to know if he would end up killing them or not.

[U Footnote]
I might not explain it just now, but they can see perfectly fine in the dark. But they are completely human, no mutants or anything.

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“[+gray Alright, now,]” the Corporal’s voice piped from the console’s holographic screen hovering just above her desk. “[+gray place your fingers together into the center of the console’s projection light.]”

“[B Together.]” the Lieutenant repeated, pressing the pads of all her fingers together as instructed and putting them in the light.

“[+gray Yes, together. Now, as you pull your hand away, spread your hand again to signal it to maximize my image.]”

Gweniviere frowned and pulled her hand back, spreading her fingers. The console gave a shivering blip and the small image flickered to all corners of the home office to the small panels set around like surround sound to refract the image through all corners. “[B There, did it work?]” She frowned a bit, feeling underwhelmed.

“[+gray Yes,]” Arndt replied, “[+gray now I’m getting a feed of the office.]” he said. “[+gray My, I’ve never seen you in civilian clothes, Lieutenant, that are so-]”

“[B Shut up.]”

“[+gray comfortable looking.]” he finished as his full bodied image flickered into existence in the office off to one side of the woman’s apartment. “[+gray Ah, there we go. I’ve got full feed on you- can you see me?]”

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“[B Yes.]” the super soldier replied, nodding and standing up from where she had perched on the corner of the desk.

Corporal Arndt seemed to take pause, tilting his head some, the blank face of his mask giving her a seemingly pensive look. “[+gray Lieutenant-]” the synthetic mused, “[+gray are you wearing shoes?]”

The German woman huffed out a sigh, “[B I have wood floors to protect, Corporal. Can’t have the hobnails in the heel on the finish. Note the carpets.]” she said, tossing her head a little.

“[+gray Oh,]” he replied, nodding his head and folding his hands in front of himself, gently laying his gloved fingertips together. It was a sign of his embarrassment, most likely from having not taken note of the obvious and feeling a bit inferior.”[+gray of course.]” The two stood head to head now, Gweniviere having lost the height of the heel of her boots gave her, bringing her down to the Corporal’s level who did in fact have shoes on. He must have noted the difference between 6’4” and 6’2”. She waited, allowing him to feel as uncomfortable as he was able to bear before he gestured with one hand towards her, speaking quietly. “[+gray Now shall we move on to business?]”

The woman dipped her head a little, backing up and turning towards the large map spread across the wall, crisscrossed with red, gray and blue threads connecting places, pictures and notes written in different languages and hands, depending on the author and of the patience of thence. “[B So far these are the wanted targets in our immediate proximity through most of the continental globe. Red is Hydra, and blue signifies definitive alliance or cooperation with SHIELD,]” the German woman began, her accent slipping in and out of saturation as she started getting into the rhythm of the English language, but it still touched her words. She wasn’t making an effort to hide it, hence its unsteady nature. Her rough voice broke a moment for want of use and she cleared her throat. “[B and gray is nonbinary. This map doesn’t have R.A.I.D., A.I.M. or Hand, as with their positions currently I find them secondary to scooping up the mess that SHIELD’s left behind itself.]”

“[+gray That’s fair.]” the Austrian-American added, nodding and letting his hands relax to clasp over his lap.

“[B Herr Strassenhunde* has contacted me about an individual he wants to focus on…]”

“[+gray Does the baron know that you call him that?]” Corporal queried, raising a finger as if to gesture to the man.

“[B I can’t imagine it matters.]” the woman turned her head to level a cool gaze, golden eyes holding no room for an argument, but a challenge for the man to plaintively inform her, as he is bound to by nature, that ‘that isn’t very nice’, but he said nothing about the matter, instead shrugging and shifting his weight.

“[+gray Do go on.]”

“[B Fine.]” she finished, turning back and plucking one twined string of both gray and blue, “[B This one,]” she began again, her tone reverting to the informative, comfortable tone of the locutor. “[B is of our concern currently. With SHIELD’s fall and its more recent attempts to scratch together another following, now that their Avengers have been proved as punitive as the rest of us assumed, it only makes sense to assume they are trying to assimilate-]” her golden eyes flickered back to the file laying open on the old, heavy desk, “[B Marc Spector into their ranks.]” she turned back towards the Corporal, her mouth gently curling at the corners into a mean smile, dark amusement in her eyes. “[B Funny how the organization that targeted him initially is trying to gain him back.]” the woman said, the tiniest tone of humor in her voice apparent. Hydra wasn’t the only ones pulling the strings on targets, but they were responsible for the lot of them. SHIELD was unaware of their intentions, of course, to do with how to use the weapons in the first place but they were more involved than they knew in not only its execution, but its selection. Hydra had drawn from the shared pool of information that the two organizations shared and they had not lost any of that when SHIELD ended up falling. They were now left to pick up the pieces.

“[+gray Desperate times.]” the Corporal offered, tilting his head a bit and shifting his weight to the side again.

“[B Truly,]” Gweniviere replied, turning back to the map and plucking the string a bit absently, considering something, eyes traveling along the string to the thumbtack placed in North America, attached to which the picture of the man was impaled along with a small little sticky note with rough German and French scrawled across it in equal parts different ink and hand. “[B We want him first. It would be such a grievous waste.]”

“[+gray SHIELD made him forsake his hood in the first place,]” the Corporal added, “[+gray I am mostly certain he will hold some bitter feelings.]” The Lieutenant hummed a note of acknowledgement. His holographic form crossed over to her and gestured to the surrounding area, covering most of the United States with his blue-hued, filmy projected hand as he moved. “[+gray The United States is a gold mine of raw talent.]” he said mildly, turning his head to look over its expanse, and its numbered faces and names all so close, disconnected with string. “[+gray Despite a questionable education system, the free-thinking world is a very special deposit of bright minds and fortuitous accidents.]”

Gweniviere coughed out a laugh, picking up on the synthetic man’s line of reasoning and finding it amusing. She could only imagine the slight smile on his face underneath that mask, if those muscles worked that way anymore. So long as she had known him, she hadn’t known very well what he looked like organically. They had met in the 1960’s, when the man had been extracted from SHIELD’s indentured service as Hydra had made its movement inwards, and even then the man had bits of technology already augmenting him behind the scars and grafts. Badly burned, was the story, a chemical mess in a warehouse. “[B Radioactive spiders, gamma radiation poisoning beyond belief… it’s a wonder the country is still standing.]” she said, folding her hands behind herself.

[U Translation]
*stray dog, German
  Corporal Fitzhugh Arndt / Tweedy / 4y 32d 20h 51m 12s
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  Tweedy / 4y 41d 21h 17m 45s
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  Ms. Bitters / Tweedy / 4y 41d 21h 19m 46s
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  Tweedy / 4y 43d 20h 49m 7s
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