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  1. #1
    Roshon's Avatar
    Roshon
    Striking Looks
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    Roshon

    Mien
    Roshon's true form is far more chaotic than even most other Lost, as they can at least claim to be symmetrical. Not so for Roshon. Sure, from the tips of the miniature blackbuck horns that sprout from her head, everything looks fine, but then it comes to her ears, with one being a fuzzy red panda tuft, and the other being like that of a dhole. Her eyes are like those a big cat, and though her hair is just as it appears with her mask, the fur of a striped hyena runs in a black and white mane down her spine. A pair of fangs lie beneath her lips, and a tiger tail sprouts from the base of her spine. Her hands are scaled like the feet of a bird, and if one is lucky enough to see her with boots off, a pair of mutant crocodile feet lie beneath.
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    Miner Chimera

    Roshon had finally gotten a place of her own. She was renting a dumpy house out by Florin Estates, which might have sounded fancy, but in reality it was just a lower class suburb next to a mobile home park. Suited her just fine. Was more space than she'd ever had in her life, and most importantly, it came with a 2 car garage that she'd converted into, well, a proper garage. Or she was in process of converting it, at least. The AK had been spendy, and had set her back by about a month.

    Didn't matter, though. Even a place like this was just temporary. Roshon had her heart set on buying a scrapyard all of her own in the near future, a mechanics playground where she could build whatever she wanted and never have to worry about bitchy ass neighbors or running out of room for parts of equipment.

    Yeah, that was the dream...

    But anyway, this house would do in the meantime. Carpet was pretty shitty, but that's what rugs were for, right? Plus she had a new couch, some recliners, and a big ass TV, so in her mind, she was all set for the viewing extravaganza that she'd planned. It was going to be a whole evening of junk food, weed, and The Expanse, with lots of socializing mixed in. Would be dope.

    She'd already picked up her first guest, and had already set aside enough towels and blankets for Rlyeh to be able to make a nest if she wanted to, plus all the junk food they could ever want. Now, she just had to wait for Circe and Colonel Worm to arrive and the party could get started.
    Roshona Dhar, Wizened: Miner/Chimera. Courtless. Striking Looks: Grand.

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    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    ElBoo
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    HP
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    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair.

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    Uncertain of what exactly Roshon would have for victuals, and the need for a house warming gift, Circe packed in prepartion for this. Which was why after her Dodge Charger screeched in to park, the blue Larcenist had her hands full getting out, "Insert Jim Carey quote oh ho ho ho!" she gleefully croons to her passenger, the Colonel Worm . They were not late, as she'd promised, and hey! No cops either.


    Walking up to the door, she knocks, loudly, with a tote bag hanging under one arm and a present in the other.


    Nums nums came in the form of a plate of classic Italian desserts and a plate of recently made steak tips. And of course coffee for Circe. She kind of cleaned her fridge a little before coming, so sue her.


    The house warming gift? Well it is a box with wrapping paper concealing it. Roshon will have to open it to learn what was inside. The Summer Queen was not to allow herself to be called a bad guest until at least 5 minutes after making herself a pain in the ass.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 7| Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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  5. #3
    Colonel Worm's Avatar
    The Damn Colonel
    Presence
    (Rakish)
    Summer Mantle
    (Heat Shimmer)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Contacts
    (Criminals)
    Languages
    (Spanish)
    Colonel Worm

    Mask
    Worm is tall, whip thin, and corded with muscle. He's got more than a few scars. His eyes are blue and wild. His dirty blond hair is often greasy and worn short in the front, longer in the back—what some may call a mullet. There's always a mischievous smile on his lips. His wardrobe is extensive and totally crazy, filled with second-hand costumery and bizarre outfits scavenged from thrift-bins. The clothes reflect his attitude: Colonel Worm loves to make a scene and leave a lasting impression, for better or worse.

    Mien
    Worm's mien is quintessential Goblin: he is taller, thinner, and more scarred. His skin is a bright red and his eyes a glaucous white (with no discernible pupils). What little hair he has is also white. His ears and nose are pointed and his hands and feet are approximately doubled in size. His muscles stand out like lengths of rope beneath his skin.
    Colonel Worm

    Mantle
    The air around Worm shimmers and bends with heat mirage, something you might see coming off of blacktop on a 100 degree day.

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    Wyrd
    ••
    Soldier

    "Smooooooookin'!" Worm answers his Monarch. He is, indeed, already smoking as they exit the car: a lit cigarette burns away between his lips.

    Carhartt Autumn continues for the Colonel. Tonight he's in what he calls "the flight suit" (and nothing else except a pair of jungle boots). In the coverall's multiple pockets are the following party favors: a bottle of Adderall 30mg pills he bought off a college student, some hash, and two packs of cigarettes. In one hand, he totes a very large, plastic jug of Vodka. Obviously very cheap.

    "So, what's The Expanse anyway??" He asks Circe as they approach the door. Worm is not up to date on current media offerings (unless it's weird rave music or the latest in street fashion/crime ).

    The Goblin likes the look of the house. And the neighborhood. Reminds him of his own spot.

    He's positively humming with energy. Excited to be here. And already well-geeked off a couple Addies.

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  7. #4
    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex 6!
    (Nimble)
    Perfect Stillness
    Allies
    (Street)
    Trained Memory/Trained Observer
    R'lyeh
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, choking on smog, fur matting with dirty glass, & black ice feathers, and you have the pitiable star of the next Dawn Dish Soap ad* Under her collar, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts like tattoo. Rows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.


    *Thanks Scourge for the reference!!
    ...

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    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    R'lyeh skulks. It's what she does and is, and. Well. She's here. At a place. A home typed place. Not a business or the park or an outside place of a car with a towel.

    She's wearing what she's been wearing every time she's met with anyone. But with added cupcake stained t-shirt. It was clean..er then everything she had. Even if she's worn it a few times since Ram gave-gave it to her.

    Slinking in after the Summers and she knew Circe-Queen-Groundskeeper-Warrior was going to be here, but she hadn't connected that Circe-Queen-Groundskeeper-Warrior was going to be here. how is she supposed to relax now? She can't. That's how. She feel tension boil in her gun and string up her shoulders. Her hands claw into her jeans.

    "....hi." she mumbles in what's becoming her catchphrase. Eyes flicking up and around and all over and - cheese. She asked Roshon-Mechanic-friend for some because it's been a long time since she's had actual cheese and not garbage touched plastic squares that she sometimes finds half eaten and in the garbage bins. "I'm with the-Colonel-Man-Mister-Worm, I...through the Expanse was a code for something....." her brows furrow and her head tilts. She moves to pull her shirt slightly up and out to catch any drips.
    Wyrd ●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour:

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  9. #5
    Roshon's Avatar
    Roshon
    Striking Looks
    (Grand)
    Roshon

    Mien
    Roshon's true form is far more chaotic than even most other Lost, as they can at least claim to be symmetrical. Not so for Roshon. Sure, from the tips of the miniature blackbuck horns that sprout from her head, everything looks fine, but then it comes to her ears, with one being a fuzzy red panda tuft, and the other being like that of a dhole. Her eyes are like those a big cat, and though her hair is just as it appears with her mask, the fur of a striped hyena runs in a black and white mane down her spine. A pair of fangs lie beneath her lips, and a tiger tail sprouts from the base of her spine. Her hands are scaled like the feet of a bird, and if one is lucky enough to see her with boots off, a pair of mutant crocodile feet lie beneath.
    Roshon Scenes
     ExitScene

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    Miner Chimera

    Roshon finally appeared, clad in her finest raiment: a fluffy bathrobe, t-shirt, sweat pants, and a pair of uggs. The cherry of a lit blunt glowed briefly as she inhaled, before exhaling a cloud of smoke as she loudly proclaimed:

    "Somebody stop meeeeeeh! Eeeyyy, welcome party people, come on in. Except you, Colonel. Unless that's the chronic, you're gonna have to finish that outside. Or, you could just swap it out for this."

    Roshon plucked the joint from between her lips and held it out for the goblin to accept, or not. Maybe she was being a hypocrite, but her house, her castle, and all that jazz.

    Once that little hiccup was settled, she swept everyone inside before shutting and locking the door. Then she checked the lock.

    Three times.

    Click click click.

    Yup, still locked. She'd check again later. Or maybe just put the chair against the door again. The marks on the paint hinted that, maybe, the chair jamming the door wasn't a rare occurrence.

    "Aight, here's the deal," Roshon said excitedly, gesturing at her kitchen. "We've got burgers, we've got frachos, we've got chips, we've got dip, we've got candy, we've got a couple hundred joints, beer, cider, scotch, and whatever Miss High and Mighty brought. Eat as much as you want and...Oooh, and a present! Gimme gimme!"

    The prospect of a gift had totally overridden everything else, for a moment, and the mismatched Lost's birdy hands grasped for the wrapped box. Only after a moment did she realize that her guests were confused as to what they'd actually be doing.

    "Y'all don't know what The Expanse is?" Roshon asked a second later. "Oh, um, ok. Well, it's a TV show. About space. And aliens. And how capitalism is evil as fuck. It's great. You're gonna love it. Ooorrrrr... I guess I could rewatch it later and we could watch something else?"
    Roshona Dhar, Wizened: Miner/Chimera. Courtless. Striking Looks: Grand.

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    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    ElBoo
    ES-WC
    TT

    BB
    HP
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair.

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    PRE

    Circe's attire choice was guaranteed a punishment upon those who saw it. The Hawaiian shirt was the typical horrid clash of color, especially against the grey urban-camo cargo shorts, black boots were fine, but her tanktop? That promoted the Sherman tank? Strong punishment there.


    "Oh ho ho ho Hit it!" She smirks as she turns her head to look at Colonel, "it's a large area of space," then looks to the opposite side, "And," Rylyeh the foxy lady has arrived, "Hi foxy lady," the elfin Fairest greets the Blightbent with a wink, "Rockin' the sweet shirt tonight?


    "[tip=hello generous host]Ciao ospite generoso[tip]," she cheerfully greets Roshon as they enter and listens to what Roshon had to say. "Well, I brought a welcome ta home ownership box," she holds up the box, "And sweet Italian dessert, beside bourbon sirloin steak tips," she holds up the tote bag.


    The box, if Roshon opens it, contains a coffee kettle. Functions a little different then a tea kettle in that it has the grounds and filter in it. The one Roshon has gotten has an espresso option too.


    "Ah no, I know what the expanse is. Space guns," Circe assures her as she puts out the food she brought, "Second best, Fifth Element still best space gun. Capitalism, yay," her blue hands rise for jazz hands. "Yer the host, yer call as far as I care. It ain't like I'm gonna," she laughs, "Hack yer WiFi, take control, and put on mysterious science theater."
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 7| Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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  13. #7
    Colonel Worm's Avatar
    The Damn Colonel
    Presence
    (Rakish)
    Summer Mantle
    (Heat Shimmer)
    Status
    (Criminals)
    Contacts
    (Criminals)
    Languages
    (Spanish)
    Colonel Worm

    Mask
    Worm is tall, whip thin, and corded with muscle. He's got more than a few scars. His eyes are blue and wild. His dirty blond hair is often greasy and worn short in the front, longer in the back—what some may call a mullet. There's always a mischievous smile on his lips. His wardrobe is extensive and totally crazy, filled with second-hand costumery and bizarre outfits scavenged from thrift-bins. The clothes reflect his attitude: Colonel Worm loves to make a scene and leave a lasting impression, for better or worse.

    Mien
    Worm's mien is quintessential Goblin: he is taller, thinner, and more scarred. His skin is a bright red and his eyes a glaucous white (with no discernible pupils). What little hair he has is also white. His ears and nose are pointed and his hands and feet are approximately doubled in size. His muscles stand out like lengths of rope beneath his skin.
    Colonel Worm

    Mantle
    The air around Worm shimmers and bends with heat mirage, something you might see coming off of blacktop on a 100 degree day.

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    Wyrd
    ••
    Soldier

    Jump scare when Jiffy Lube the Fox shows up. "Woah, hey, yeah, Rlyeh, right?" A chuckle, sounding a tad strained. "Don't sneak up on me like that, OK?" These hands got a mind of their own. "But also, good to see you."

    Worm happily drops his cigarette and grinds it out with his boot, at the same time accepting the joint. Takes a rip straight to the dome. Passes it back, "Your house, your rules," he says through a cloud of smoke. "Thanks for having us," allowing himself to be ushered inside.

    The lock thing makes sense to Worm. How could it not? They all know what might come knocking.

    "Add hash and some legal speed to the mix," Worm says, taking the pill bottle out of his pocket and shaking it like a rattle. "The good stuff."

    The Colonel pokes around, taking in Roshon's space with open curiosity, as she describes the Expanse.

    "Oh that sounds tight. I'm down to stick to the plan." This Goblin's not too picky. "Nice place, by the way."

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    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex 6!
    (Nimble)
    Perfect Stillness
    Allies
    (Street)
    Trained Memory/Trained Observer
    R'lyeh
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, choking on smog, fur matting with dirty glass, & black ice feathers, and you have the pitiable star of the next Dawn Dish Soap ad* Under her collar, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts like tattoo. Rows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.


    *Thanks Scourge for the reference!!
    ...

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    R'lyeh jumps as Colonel-Man-Mister-Worm exclaims. Half expecting to be ignored or shoved off or - well. Not talked to. "No sneaking. I-can-ah-dothat-Colonel-Man-Mister-Worm-Sir." she nods, head a shake-shake-shaking only belatedly realizing her drip-drip-dropping-oil-spill-hair and the mess-gross-getoutgetoutgetout-don't-get-your-stains-near-me! splattering places. She looks around with fear pinches her features and fights down a grimace.

    She she - no. She was invited. Asked to be here by Roshon-Mechanic-Friend. She is allowed. No one told her to hidehidehide. keepyourstaingrossmesstoyourself

    She swallows. This is. Relaxed. It's. hmm She twists her fingers together, ear flicking as the others make noise. Er. Words. Talking. Conversation. She should join too.

    "I didn't know we were watching a show. I thought this was something else......I'm. I'm sorry if I-I got it wrong. We can watch the show." she wants to nod again. Instead she asks, "Do you have that towel?"
    Wyrd ●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour:

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    Roshon's Avatar
    Roshon
    Striking Looks
    (Grand)
    Roshon

    Mien
    Roshon's true form is far more chaotic than even most other Lost, as they can at least claim to be symmetrical. Not so for Roshon. Sure, from the tips of the miniature blackbuck horns that sprout from her head, everything looks fine, but then it comes to her ears, with one being a fuzzy red panda tuft, and the other being like that of a dhole. Her eyes are like those a big cat, and though her hair is just as it appears with her mask, the fur of a striped hyena runs in a black and white mane down her spine. A pair of fangs lie beneath her lips, and a tiger tail sprouts from the base of her spine. Her hands are scaled like the feet of a bird, and if one is lucky enough to see her with boots off, a pair of mutant crocodile feet lie beneath.
    Roshon Scenes
     ExitScene

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    Miner Chimera

    Roshon wasn't quite sure how to react to the gift. Did she look like the kind of person that made her own coffee? Well, ok, she had in a pinch. Sometimes there were just too many miles between where she was and where the nearest cafe, diner, or coffee stand would be. But still, now she was in Sacramento, bay-bay, and that meant never having to make her own coffee again!

    ...

    Still, it was the thought that counted, right? (But why couldn't have just been more ammo, or like a Hi-Point or something?)

    "This is great, thanks, Circe. I better go put it in the kitchen now," Roshon said with her best fake smile before she turned and walked over to deposit the box on her counter where it would likely live for a month before it got donated.

    On her way back, she gave R'lyeh a friendly pat on the shoulder and gestured towards the pile of towels and blankets sitting by the sofa.

    "Got you covered, girl, use whatever you want and get all cozy. Same goes for the rest of you. And I appreciate you coming. Really. I haven't had a hang like this in, like..."

    She trailed off. How many years had it been? Felt like a decade, honestly. Definitely wasn't, but it felt like it.

    "Anyways, Worm, you mind grabbing me a plate of stuff? I'm gonna get the TV all set up."

    It was hard work, pressing a few buttons. Still, she wanted to be accessible in case anyone needed anything. Or she was just feeling lazy. Whatever.
    Roshona Dhar, Wizened: Miner/Chimera. Courtless. Striking Looks: Grand.

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  19. #10
    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    ElBoo
    ES-WC
    TT

    BB
    HP
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair.

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    PRE

    "I will enjoy watching everyone get blitzed unless someone tries ta take my car," she laughs as more narcotics are brought out. Circe smirks, "I will be irked then."


    She'd not partake of that due to old habits and back sliding. Plus indiscriminate gunfire Ironside was trouble.


    "Yer welcome Roshon," she salutes the hostess, "Also rated fer use with firewood flame. Or Hedge wood, works fine with that too." Hot water was a useful thing. Naturally, Circe has only used it in the Hedge to brew coffee.


    Circe makes her own plate, cider, and some scotch to go with her food. Circe watches as Worm has fun playing investigator. Once in the room for the show, red eyes sweep the room. Okay, clearly that spot was for Rlyeh. "Okay if I sit next ta ya Rlyeh?"


    Circe didn't mind the Blightbent's filth. She dealt with worse in the tunnels.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 7| Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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