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| Distraction and Observation (Manifesto) |
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Posted by: Edwin - 11-12-2024, 11:32 AM - Forum: Nightlife & Entertainment
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It was a strange feeling to want solitude but also crave company at the same time. It was how Eddie felt that night as he found himself in Manifesto. He wasn’t as rich as some of the people here, but he was certainly well off. He approaches the bar. ”Id like a scotch please - old enough to order its own scotch.”
The drink was brought to him and he turned around to watch the other club goers in their nightly activities. People came to places like this for a multitude of reasons, to escape, to meet people, or to find some one night fling. For Eddie, tonight was a distraction. Sometimes in life you needed a change of pace. That was Eddie, and now he needed a break from contemplating the choices he could make.
Eddie thought he knew what he wanted. He had sent in his resume. The only thing left to do was wait. So he waited and observed. For now it would suffice.
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| Edwin Roland Dean |
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Posted by: Edwin - 11-11-2024, 09:59 PM - Forum: Biographies & Backstory
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Edwin Roland Dean
Age: 27
Origin: London
Occupation: Soldier, Currently Seeking Employ with Pervaya Liniya Security
Pyschological Description: Edwin always enjoys a good joke and loves making others laugh, but turns serious whenever on assignment. He takes his work very seriously. Outside of work, he prefers to go out and socialize, often enjoying a glass of scotch. He has a tendency to act rashly in situations, especially if people he cares about are involved, often not thinking of the consequences of his actions beforehand. He can also be moody, sometimes feeling very down without there seeming to be a reason why.
Physical Description: 5’9” tall, he is athletic and always has his brown hair cut short. His eyes are brown.
Supernatural Powers: Learner
Current Strength: 0
Potential Strength: 25
Biography:
Edwin Roland Dean was born in London on January 9, 2019. His father was a military man, and it was his plan to follow in his father’s footsteps. He studied hard in school, working to get good grades, but also kept his physical fitness up through sports and exercise (mostly track and soccer).
At 18, he joined the military. Through his training he was found to be skilled at marksmanship, hand to hand combat, and urban operations. After basic training he was assigned to a British unit and served until he was transferred to Moscow in 2043. In Moscow he felt like he was stagnating. He kept his skills up, but didn’t feel like he was getting anywhere and decided to seek other options.
Edwin considered remaining in the employ of the state, looking into the potential of moving to more specialized forces. There were a multitude of options to consider, but eventually he decided his change of pace needed more of a change than just branch of service. He learned of Pervaya Liniya, and seeing their mission to protect people rather than things, he made the decision to see if he could enter into their employ. He sent in his resume and is awaiting results. If it is refused, he’ll pursue other options.
Past Lives
In the 3rd Age, Edwin was born as Ignis Caleum, Warder to Kira Valyrios, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah.
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| Aline Shaw |
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Posted by: Cadence - 11-10-2024, 05:28 PM - Forum: PPC board
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Aline is an employee of Pervaya Linya who was hired as Cadence's private security for her upcoming tour.
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| Venturing Out and Trying Not To Freak Out |
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Posted by: Cadence - 11-10-2024, 04:54 PM - Forum: Greater Moscow
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((Continued from here))
Cadence was covered as much as she could be. That was the nice thing about winter was that it was easy to hide your appearance. It wasn't that Cadence didn't like her fans seeing her. The issue was she was close to having anxiety and panic attacks that the attention might trigger it. It was a miracle she had left the house in general. She wore a thick coat and a scarf covered the lower part of her face and nose. She wore a hat as well. She found herself at the GUM, and was going to spend the day looking at stores, not really planning to buy anything at all.
She found herself in a bookstore and began to peruse the stacks. Perhaps she would buy a book after all. She was in the sci/fi-fantasy section, and saw lots of familiar titles. Tolkien had never lost it's luster - even after nearly a century. She saw the Ender books by Orson Scott Card as well. Star Wars books were still a thing. Cadence smiled beneath her scarf, feeling better as she thought of how these books told of a magic and wonders. She knew that magic existed. Some of the technology in the sci-fi stuff existed, but still - not as much as they thought.
It was strange what brought people out of their funks. For Cadence, merely looking at books had made her feel good. She took her scarf down, feeling hot, and willing to engage with fans if she saw them, but she continued to look through the books, wondering what book she could start.
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| Postal Peak Season |
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Posted by: Anna - 11-10-2024, 12:15 AM - Forum: General Discussion
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Hey all! Work is entering peak season and we don’t have enough carriers to fill all the routes. Basically I’ll be busy busy busy. I’ll be around, but might be slow to reply to threads, and if I’m short or anything in PMs or chat - in just super tired and I apologize in advance. I love you all!
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| Three Arches (Solo Thread) |
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Posted by: Cadence - 11-09-2024, 03:24 AM - Forum: Past Lives
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Prologue
((OoC: This occurs in the past of the past lives timeline - just thought it would be fun to write Kira's arches))
Kira smiled as she finished her last story. The novices watching applauded and laughed. Listening to Kira sing and tell stories had become a sort of tradition for the girls on their very rare days off. Kira got to perform, which she loved, and the other novices got some entertainment, which they loved. Shiro had stopped by to listen for a short time and Kira gave him a bright and appreciative smile.
Kira was about to perform her last song of the day when the Mistress of Novices arrived carrying a bundle. Kira dropped into a deep curtsy. "Aes Sedai," she said, respectfully while praying to the Light that she didn't put a stop to these performances. The girls really needed this outlet.
"Kira, I heard you were singing today. I wondered if you might perform a song for me," she said and opened the bundle she carried.
It was her harp. It was the harp her father had given her so many years ago - a memory from before the White Tower. It was well polished, and the strings were in good shape. The harp had been maintained outside of her care. And the Mistress of Novices was offering it to her. Kira was conflicted. On one had, she had to obey the Aes Sedai. On the other, she wasn't allowed to have this. Not yet.
Kira decided to follow what she thought was right. "I'm so sorry, Aes Sedai," she said, making another curtsy. "The rules do not allow me to have this harp. I ask that it be kept in the possession of the White Tower until..." Kira hesitated, but only for a moment. "Until I wear the shawl of an Aes Sedai."
It was the first time she had said it. It was the first time she had told anyone that she desired this. As a novice, she was supposed to try to emulate the three oaths as much as possible. Kira was not lying. Since she had begun to heal, she had found a true family here. The other novices weren't just friends. They were her sisters.
"I can understand that," the Mistress of Novices said, wrapping the harp again. "I will continue to make sure this is taken care until it's owner is ready to reclaim it.
"Thank you, Aes Sedai. If you would like, I would still be honored to sing a song for you,"
The Mistress of Novices agreed and Kira began to sing. The melody was a known one, but the words were her own.
"The Aes Sedai went to town
To find herself a Warder
She saw a man there tall and strong
With a dozen bottles before him.
No! No! This one won't do
He drinks enough for me and you!
Go! Go! And search once more.
To find the one to shield you.
The song continued - a song of an Aes Sedai searching for the perfect warder. The novices and the Aes Sedai listened and applauded as she finished. "Very good, Kira. Now," she clapped her hands drawing the attention of the Novices. "Free time is over - you all have chores to do. Get to it!" A chorus of "Yes, Aes Sedai" and a multitude of curtsies met her words. "Kira, your assignment has been changed. You are to report to Aranea Sedai in the hospital wing."
Kira curtsied and replied, "Yes, Aes Sedai, Thank you!" and moved with haste to the hospital wing.
Kira found Aranea, Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah quickly. "Come, Kira, I have something for you to watch."
Kira had worked in the wing before. She actually preferred to work here. Her tasks weren't great - cleaning bed pans and laundering sheets and blankets mostly, but here she felt she made a difference. Aranea led her to a bed. A teenage boy laid on a bed, his arm misshapen from a break. The boy's eyes looked glazed over.
"What do you see?
"Broken arm," Kira said, stating the obvious first. "Eyes unfocused - but no visible head injury. Kira thought about it for a moment, then smiled. "You gave him something to dull the pain. Aranea nodded. "I'd also check for a fever - may I?" Aranea granted permission and Kira felt the boy's forehead. It felt normal.
"Just a broken arm. The first time you channeled, you healed a broken arm, yes?" Kira nodded. "I'm going to show you what you did that day, but first - you will never - NEVER - try this weave without permission from myself or another member of the Yellow Ajah. This is no party trick. If you mess this up, you could kill someone. Do you understand me?"
"Yes , Aes Sedai.
"Now, watch!
Kira saw the glow of Saidar surround Aranea and watched as she formed the weave. Kira's mouth dropped. It was complex. As the weave settled into the boy, she saw him shiver. She remembered her father doing the same. When the weave was finished, the boy's arm was whole - as if it hadn't been broken.
"Kira, the healing weave draws upon the body's natural healing system. There is a point where if you do this weave, they won't be able to survive it. This is the most important thing to remember when healing. You can't heal everything - no matter how much you want to." The Aes Sedai serentiy was in her face, but Kira could hear the slight tremble in her voice. Aranea had experienced this - and it was a memory she would never forget. Now - bed pans need to be cleaned. Get to work.
"Yes, Aes Sedai," she curtsied, moved to obey, but turned around again, a question in her mind. "Aranea Sedai - a question? Kira waited until she was given permission. "That weave - it wasn't simple. How did I do it?
"You have a gift Kira. The hands of a healer to soothe the body, and the voice of a nightingale to soothe the soul. I hope you will spend the time learning how to use those gifts fully.
That night, as Kira was getting ready for bed, a knock came to her door. She was tired, and a little bit irritated at being disrupted. It had been a long day. Still she answered and saw the Mistress of Novices outside her door. Come Kira - it is time for you to be tested."
((OoC - Set the words to the tune of Greensleeves, and you’ll know what Kira’s song sounds like))
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| Theron Finnegren |
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Posted by: Luminar - 11-08-2024, 08:54 PM - Forum: Biographies & Backstory
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Theron Finnegan was born in 2015 in Belfast, Northern Ireland, into an influential Irish Catholic family. The Finnegan family was also deeply embedded within the ancient network of the Di Inferi that traced its origins to the Age of Enlightenment. For centuries, the Di Inferi had pursued knowledge not just to preserve life, but to transcend it. They believed death could be overcome, and they would use any means necessary—whether scientific, magical, or mystical—to achieve that goal. For centuries, the Finnegans were outwardly loyal to the Catholic Church, with various sons joining the clergy over the years, and one elder member of the family is a current Archbishop.
Theron was born an identical twin, alongside his brother, Leon, both of whom exhibited the rare ability to channel in their early 20s, a gift that allowed them to tap into the mysterious aether that the Di Inferi coveted so strongly. Their family considered this a sign that the twins were destined for greatness in the Di Inferi’s ultimate quest. From a young age, Theron and Leon were educated in both the traditions of the Di Inferi and the more public life of aristocratic privilege, mastering the secrets of the organization while keeping up appearances in polite society.
Despite their privileged upbringing, there was always a tension underlying their relationship. Leon, more introspective and gentle by nature, became increasingly withdrawn after being diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) at the age of 15, and his body slowly weakened over the following years.
The family arranged for the oldest brother, Cillian to marry Helena Asquith, in tradition of Di Inferi families carefully interbreeding in hopes of producing the immortality they believed was locked in humanity’s genetic code. When Cillian died under mysterious and sudden causes, Helena was already with child, one that she intentionally lost, and with it, the promise of a potential immortal. Furious, the Finnegans and Asquiths disowned Helena, and the Finnegans turned to the next in line.
The Finnegans, now not only desperate to preserve Leon’s life, discovered a latent channeling ability of his own, arranged for Leon to be sent to the Von Metternich family, another Di Inferi bloodline known for their radical experiments in Austria, and accomplish what the oldest brother could not through union with a Von Metternich child. The Von Metternichs specialized in the study of prolonging life, and conducted numerous experiments to find the secret of immortality within the guise of a Sanatorium for the old and infirm. To the Finnegans, this was a last hope for a cure for their son and an offspring, but to Leon, it became a nightmare.
Leon’s condition worsened dramatically during his time with the Von Metternichs, though the full extent of what was done to him remains shrouded in mystery. When Leon died, the exact cause was unclear. The official explanation was that his body had been consumed by the strain of both the ALS and the inherent dangers of channeling. The Finnegan family accepted this version of events, believing Leon’s death was the result of natural causes compounded by his overuse of the aether.
For Theron, however, this explanation never sat well. Leon’s death left a void in his life and raised questions that no one in the family seemed willing to ask. In the months after Leon’s passing, Theron visited the Von Metternich’s sanatorium in the Alps, hoping to learn more about what had really happened. However, he found the once-grand Von Metternich Sanatorium shuttered and abandoned. The Von Metternichs had disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only rumors in the nearby village—whispers that the Von Metternich daughters had vanished, and that something had gone terribly wrong. There were no answers, only more mysteries.
Leon’s death became a defining moment in Theron’s life. Directed by his family, who still believed in the Di Inferi’s grand quest for the source of immortality, Theron was pushed toward a new path; he was the last son remaining.
They saw another opportunity in Moscow itself, following the footsteps of a collaborator and fellow Di Inferi conspirator, Ephraim Haart, and the budding religion growing in the city’s center.
Under the directive of his family, Theron was dispatched to Moscow to infiltrate the growing religious movement known as the Brotherhood of Ascension, which worshipped the Ascendancy as a divine figure.
Theron quickly integrated himself into the Brotherhood, his calm demeanor, sharp intellect, and profound knowledge of both esoteric practices and spiritual doctrine allowing him to rise to prominence. It was under his leadership that the Brotherhood transformed from a loose grassroots movement into a full organized religion. By the time a leaked video revealed the Ascendancy’s miraculous recovery from near-death and saving the city from nuclear warfare, the Brotherhood had grown in stature and power.
As the Brotherhood’s first Luminar, Theron was invited to the Kremlin, where he met the Ascendancy and his closest advisors. He demonstrated his ability to channel, and earned the Ascendancy’s blessing to lead the Brotherhood. From this position, he would now have direct access to the Ascendancy and control over the spiritual direction of the entire movement. It is unclear how often these meetings actually occur.
Despite his public devotion to the Ascendancy, Theron remains loyal to the Di Inferi and their mission. His true purpose within the Brotherhood is to uncover the secret behind the Ascendancy’s powers—particularly his immortality—and report back to the Di Inferi so they may be tapped by anyone. He is a man driven by both personal and familial ambition: the desire to avenge the reasons for his brother’s death, and the larger goal of achieving immortality for himself and the Di Inferi. Only time will reveal what he uncovers.
Theron views the Brotherhood as a means to an end. While he publicly preaches sacrifice, devotion, and ascension to the masses with all the fervor of his Catholic upbringing, he privately sees the organization as a tool to further his own quest for power and knowledge. He plays the role of the devoted spiritual leader flawlessly, never allowing any hint of his true intentions to slip. To the Brotherhood’s followers, he is the embodiment wisdom, the one who interprets the divine will of the Ascendancy. But in his heart, Theron remains a calculating and patient figure, waiting for the right moment to claim what he believes is his birthright.
Past lives:
Born in the late 4th Age and lived into the 5th Age as the emperor-god known in the middle world as El, Anu, Ra, and Ahura Mazda. His story is the inspiration for the warning imparted by the fairy tale of Rumplestiltskin.
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| A Call From Mom |
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Posted by: Cadence - 11-06-2024, 10:12 PM - Forum: Greater Moscow
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Cadence’s house was nice. It wasn’t nearly as big as the other’s in the area. Likely it had belonged to a head waiter or house steward for one of the mansion owners nearby. It was only a two bedroom, which gave Cadence plenty of room for herself. Still it was a nice area of the city. She was pretty sure that one of the mansions nearby was the Shale Estate, but she didn’t know for sure.
Today wasn’t a good day, however. Cadence had bad days still - days where she felt the weight of the world deeply. Nothing in particular seemed to trigger it, it just happened. Logically she knew this was because of her trauma experiences, but at times like these, logic never worked.
Of course, Marlise had insisted she needed today off - as did the others working on her “Embrace You” album. Days off were hard for her. She knew she needed the rest, but the work kept her distracted. On top of all of this was guilt. Guilt that she had things better than so many people. There was no reason for her to be upset.
Cadence’s wallet buzzed and it brought a brief smile to her face. It was Stephanie. Cadence was going to call her later, but hadn’t gotten to the point where she could yet.
”Hi, mom,” she said, sounding tired.
”Hey Cade - how are you doing?” Stephanie’s voice seemed as chipper as always.
”Not so good,” Cadence might pretend things were okay with other people, but she never lied to her moms.
”What’s wrong, honey?”
A sniffle. ”I don’t know.”
”Deep breath - what do you need - you want to talk or do you need space.” the dance was familiar and Stephanie was good at it. They had worked on this with her therapist in high school to help Cadence recognize what she needed in these moments.
”Talk,” Cadence said, keeping the tears in for now.
”Do you have something you want to talk about, or do you want me to lead?” when Cadence asked her to lead, Stephanie continued. ”Okay, you’re not recording today?”
Cadence shook her head. ”Not today or tomorrow. Mars says I need to rest. I’m burning the candle at both ends.”
”Is she right?”
There was a moment of silence before Cadence answered. ”Yes, probably why I’m down today.”
”You always struggled on your days off - especially the first one after a busy week. Have you left the house today?”
”No,” she said, sounded dejected. ”Not sure I can today.”
”Maybe you should try - but if you can’t do that today - you know that’s okay too right?” Stephanie waited for the acknowledgement. ”is there anything else bothering you.”
Cadence waited a moment. ”Feeling a little alone today. It’s so hard I hate that I’m like this… she felt the panic building up.
”Cadence Marie…” her mother said, tone filled with compassion. It was another tool for her. For most, the use of a middle name meant someone was in trouble. In Cadence’s case, it was used as a focus. It brought her focus back to her mother. ”Deep breath. In and out. she allowed her daughter to follow her instructions and calm down. ”I know you struggle with finding friends. Remember your feelings are valid. You’ve made a lot of progress. I know they’re your coworkers - but how about you band members. Would they spend some time with you outside of recording. They know about your anxiety right?”
”Yeah and they’re really nice about it. Maybe I’ll try. I don’t know…”
”it’s up to you honey - whatever you feel comfortable with. Anything else going on?”
It was a gift. And it made the older woman a fantastic mother. Cadence was feeling better, maybe even better enough to leave. Stephanie had a way of getting through to cadenc. So did Renae, but Stephanie was better at it. Cadence smiled. ”Working on a new tour, and it’s going to be spectacular. I’m really excited about it.”
”I saw! ‘Embrace You’ - the title even makes me happy. Make sure to tell us when tickets go on sale.”
”I will! But you don’t need to buy tickets you know.”
”I know - but we can afford them. Give the freebies to someone who can’t.”
Cadence smiled. Her moms were good people. ”Okay. I’m gonna try to go somewhere today. See what i can handle. Tell mom I love her from me?”
”Of course. We’re both very proud of you and love you so much!”
”Love you both too! Bye mom!”
They hung up and Cadence sighed, moving to get her cold weather gear on. If she was going to try going out she needed to do it sooner rather than later. Otherwise she would lose the motivation. She was trying so hard to overcome her struggles and had no idea if it would happen or not.
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| Round and Round We Go |
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Posted by: Nox - 11-05-2024, 10:24 PM - Forum: United States
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By the time they landed Nox had one too many drinks which was just the singular tiny bottle of vodka. Not so much that he couldn't walk, but enough he sat in the terminal for thirty minutes while Sage dealt with the car and the luggage. He was spent. Totally and truly spent. He needed a moment. The anxiety was just too much.
Sage drove them to a nice hotel. They had a suite though it only had two rooms. Nox pointed at one. "Sage and I'll take this one, the other is yours. We can talk plans after a nap, dinner and a shower, but probably not in that order."
Though Nox probably had a run and some yoga in that mix specially since there wouldn't be any trolling for sex for a bit. And he wasn't about to ask the two he was with to help with that. Specially not Sage, Sage would agree, but Nox wouldn't do that to Aiden. They already pushed the boundaries of friends sometimes, that was one line Nox wasn't going to cross.
But right now. He needed food. "I'm ordering anyone else want anything?"
After he ordered his phone rang. A strange call to get but he went into the other room to take it. Not that he cared if Ryder listened, but he wasn't sure if Connor wanted anyone else to know -- though sage had already been on it.
When he was done the food had arrived and he was starving.
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| Cadence Announces New "Embrace You" Tour! |
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Posted by: Cadence - 11-05-2024, 10:14 PM - Forum: The Scroll
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Pop Singer Cadence has announced that she will be embarking on her Third Tour, with the first concert premiering in Moscow in March/April of 2047. Official dates will be decided at a later time.
"Cadence is currently recording her fourth studio album, also entitled "Embrace You," we will have a better idea of the time line after we finish recording the album," Marlise Taylor, Cadence's agent informed us.
Cadence, who got her start as a YouTube sensation in her college years, has recorded three studio albums and has gone on two tours.
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