For future reference, here's what Telós looks like! I'll also throw this description over into the DT.
Télos: It's hard to put an exact age to him, but he appears to be somewhere in his early twenties. He has long, black hair that he keeps in a braid; the braid goes down to his waist. He also has golden eyes, but their color might change later on in the roleplay when he runs into the other characters. As of right now, he's wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, scuffed sneakers, a dark purple hoodie and a black t-shirt with a Minecraft gold ingot on it.
Télos was starving.
Hero had been nice enough to install a portal near his base, but the process of leaving his palace, going to his own portal, and then popping over to his best friend's place always wiped Télos out. And he might have forgotten to grab some breakfast before coming over, so that certainly didn't help.
Thankfully, Hero's place had a cafeteria. He wasn't really sure what kind of food a cafeteria in his base would have - there were so many different kinds of mobs there - but he was sure he could find something delicious. If he was lucky, he could even find some pumpkin pie!
Giving a grin that was looked vaguely evil, he swung open the doors to the cafeteria and took a confident step inside.
But as the doors shut behind him, Télos realized that something felt wrong. He couldn't figure out exactly what. He just knew that there had been more mobs in here when Hero had taken him on a tour of the base awhile back, and it hadn't even been close to lunchtime then.
He sniffed the air.
He couldn't smell any food, either.
...That was weird.
He glanced around the room.
"Hello?" he called out, failing to find anyone else. "Is anyone here?"
He was met with silence.
A shiver running up his spine - this was like the beginning to one of Oracle's ghost stories! - he tried the next best thing that he could think of: he started a conversation with his chosen.
Aleks? he thought. Lex? Something weird is happening at Hero's base. I know you're visiting Phoenix right now, but could you come to Hero's base instead? I-I just walked into the cafeteria, but it's empty-
He faltered.
...Why wasn't he getting a response? Aleks and Lex always responded. Even if one of them was preoccupied, the other would answer.
Gulping, Télos turned to the last option he had: he made a golden sword appear in his hands as he walked a little further into the cafeteria. There was a door to the back of the room that he hadn't seen on the tour. Getting a sneaking suspicion that the door was where he was supposed to go, he carefully made his way over to it.
After twisting the knob, he nudged it open with his foot and slipped his sword's blade through the opening.
All he was met with the sight of a hallway. In the distance, he could make out another door. He took a deep breath, glanced at the cafeteria, and then plunged into the unknown of the hallway - trying his best to ignore how badly the hand holding his sword was shaking.
Amy Fox is a old middle school teacher living alone in Seattle, Washington. It's just past New Years, 1997, and Amy is twenty-five. The previous summer, she broke up with Scott, her boyfriend since high school, after he cheated. She was raised by her mother Claire in Los Angeles, and for much of Amy's youth it was just two of them. Amy recently discovered the truth about her father, but in the process, also discovered her family. She sometimes puts on a vapid valley girl act when she gets frustrated or upset, and has struggled with alcoholism since her late teens. She looks like both of her parents, and wants to do something good with her life.
When Amy woke, something was wrong. She knew she shouldn't have gone to the liquor store, but her desire to drink had overcome her. She'd been clean for the last five months, and she'd been doing so well. She told herself that she would be able to manage just one beer. That was her problem. She could never stop at just one. One wasn't enough to dull the pain and she ended up finishing the six pack.
And she knew she didn't have a real reason to be upset. She'd been back in Seattle for a few days after spending Christmas in Cleveland with Tara, Adam, Mary and his children. Her niece and nephew. That was still going to take some getting used to. It had been an a wonderful trip, and Mary had announced that she was pregnant again.
She knew it wasn't Adam's fault and she knew that Mary was a good person, but she couldn't help but feel a sting of jealousy. Not that she wanted kids. Just about how Mary had said something condescending to her about Scott.
You're young. You'll find someone.
She had found someone. And that someone had cheated on her. Why did some people get lucky in love when others didn't?
Thinking about it, alone in her apartment, had driven Amy to drink. And now, she was in a place she didn't recognize. She sat up, noticing she was dressed in her outfit from the night before. Her Nirvana sweatshirt. Acid wash jeans. Black flats. It was balmy and there wasn't a hint of moisture in the air. She wasn't in Seattle at all.
She was at Woodman's Ice Cream.
But that couldn't be. That was in Sherman Oaks. In Los Angeles. She'd ended up in some pretty wild places on her drinking binges, but she doubted that she'd somehow made her way back to LA.
Something about this felt wrong. There wasn't a soul in sight. There were roads but no cars. She smelled and heard none of the things she should have. It was almost like she was on a studio back lot, meticulously crafted but still fake nonetheless. Amy wearily stood up. She wanted to explore, but then she saw what appeared to be hallway. It was dark. But maybe there would be answers at the end of it.
She started down the hallway, realizing she wasn't hung over. That was interesting. "Hello?" She shouted, although she doubted anyone could hear her.
All our dreams can come true — if we have the courage to pursue them. -- Walt Disney
Bo (AKA Andrei Petrov). 30 years old. He’s a very large man - standing at 6ft7in and covered in muscle. He’s only got one eye, on his right. On the left side of his face he has a trio of scars running through where an eye used to be. He has short brown hair, a short beard, and dark circles under his eyes. His earlobes are pierced and he wears simple black studs. He usually wears tighter t-shirts, and loose sweatpants or joggers as casual wear. Usually paired with a big hoodie and sporty running shoes.
Other notable physical features not visible at the moment include two dragon tattoos swirling up his arms and chest, and a few other scars mostly on his upper body and arms.
For image reference: And he's the fourth guy in this lineup as u can see:
Bo walked up the steps to his apartment just like he would any other day. He'd gone from work, to home, to the grocery store, to the mailbox, and now he was ready to make some food and go to bed. His stomach was rumbling, and he was eager to reheat some of the leftover food from work. Today was one of those long days, with a full shift on his feet, he just wanted to lie down and not think about anything. Food was calling him, and then sleep.
He adjusted the three grocery bags on one arm and kept his mail under his arm as he pulled out his keys to unlock his door. It took him a second of fumbling to get the right key. For some reason, his half-asleep brain picked the building key, and not the room key, and he had to pause as he looked at the wrong key in the lock to sigh in disappointment before getting the right one.
Okay. Finally.
He opened the door and stepped on the heel of his shoe to kick it off on impulse, but he paused.
This... this wasn't his apartment.
Desperately, he turned around to see his front door shut behind him, and the feeling in his stomach began to turn over and over, like a buzzing, bubbling anxiety.
It was happening again. He just knew it. He could feel it.
First it was Kartiel. Then it was divine intervention. Then it was ghosts. There was always something, and it was never the same. It was never predictable. The only thing predictable was that he knew it when it was happening.
Bo kept his shoes on.
The air conditioner sounded different. It hummed at a different pitch. It was quieter. Less loud. The room didn't smell like soapy little air freshener that was times to spray into the air every hour. Things felt surreal. Everything resembled his home, but it was like he was in a waking dream, with the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up.
He didn't know if he'd be needing his groceries anymore.
Gingerly, he placed them down on the ground by the door. Thank goodness nothing needed to be refrigerated. Still, it was sad to potentially lose money and food to whatever this was going to be.
He began to scan his apartment, hovering towards the kitchen, then the living room. It only took a second of searching to see the door that didn't belong. Metal, and out of place on a second story building wall that should've let out to nothing but a steep fall to the ground.
He gulped, and steeled his nerves as he approached it, one hand hovering over the gun hidden on his person, and one on the handle.
At first glance, Evaline looks older than she actually is; she scowls a lot and tends to give hardened eyes. In actuality she's in her early twenties, but she does try to act more mature than others her age. Standing at 5'9", Evaline is quite tall and thin, but she is a lot stronger than she looks. She has pale skin and contrastingly light blue eyes that is arguably one of her most striking features. Her dark, sleek, straight hair falls past her shoulders down to her lower back, but it is often tied into a low half-ponytail. She would make a decent model if she ever smiled and maybe wore makeup and fancier clothes, but such trivialities wouldn't even cross her mind. In this roleplay, she is wearing this outfit, but with boots instead.
Close enough picture reference:
Evaline scrawled away in her notebook, summing up her thoughts of the day so that she can later pass it off to the director who can then pass it off to the rest of the hierarchy. The room was dimly lit but she was used to it. It was also deeply silent so much so that if she stopped writing, she would hear a constant high-pitched ringing in her ears that she liked to call the sound of silence. But again—she was used to it. The thick metal walls of the room seemed to contain the light and sound from the outside world.
And it was best to keep it that way.
Sighing, Evaline closed the notebook and stared at the cover. The Order, it read. Nowadays it seemed like they had no order at all.
She sat up and stretched her arms and chest, feeling the yearning of sleep seeping into her body. She no longer uses the clock to dictate her schedule and instead goes by whatever her body demands at the moment. Only when does she have to meet with the others does she adhere to a timed schedule, but this week was her week to sit down and rethink their tactic and moves—and she had to be alone for the proper headspace.
Evaline groggily walked over to the metal door, taking a minute to rearrange the locks. She first thought it was unnecessary to install all the doors so it had this much security, but lately she had been increasingly paranoid that someone could make it in the complex, and she was grateful that she would feel just as safe in every room.
She opened the door, almost instinctively walking in from the many times she had done so repeatedly, but stopped because something felt... off. And wrong.
Where did this room lead to? It wasn't to the bedroom. But instead it was... to the classroom?
Evaline immediately closed the door and scrunched her face, thoughts racing in her mind. Who is doing this? And how?
At first, she felt a strange something-is-wrong-here kind of feeling—kind of like deja vu but more sinister—but it had suddenly been replaced by reassurance. It was like the door was calling to her, telling her, "Don't worry. Follow your instincts. Come in."
Reluctantly, she opened the door and peeped in. It was dark and empty with no one in sight. Well, one quick around can't hurt... it has been ages since she's been back in that room.
She walked through and looked around. The room was exactly how it looked when she relived the memories over and over, but it was dark, empty, and as quiet as the room she was just in. No people. No screams. No blood. But otherwise, it was picture perfect. She should know.
Sensing feelings of rage and dread boil back to the surface, Evaline turned around and tried to return.
But the door was gone.
Damn it. She did walk into a trap after all. How could she be so dumb?
Regaining her focus and determination, she quietly walked over to the only door in the room. It would lead to the hallway of the school, and she didn't know at which point of time everything was happening, but she knew the route to leave without crossing paths with anyone.
She opened the door and once again stood there apprehensively, blinking. This was not the same hallway as the school, but then again, she shouldn't be surprised. She had never met someone who had these abilities, but maybe it was a mutated version of illusions and astral projections?
Now curious, she stuck her head and looked around. It was a long dimly lit hallway, but it looked... exclusive? She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Suddenly she heard someone faintly say hello, and Evaline retreated back in the room as quietly as she could, fearing for the worst. Other people were here. What was this, an assassination plot?!
Think. Think, think, think, she told herself, racking up a plan. She didn't know where she was and who that person was or what their intentions were, but she couldn't risk it.
And so she waited. She cracked open the door a tiny bit, enough so that she would see a person if they passed by.
And she did. The perpetrator was a woman, perhaps around her age, with auburn hair. But that was about all Evaline got from a quick glance, because as soon as the woman passed the door, Evaline swung it open and jumped straight towards her to put her in a chokehold.
"Who are you and how did you get here?" she said through her teeth.
Gisenna is noblewoman turned assassin turned bounty hunter turned privateer. She's often snarky, and carries herself like one used to being in charge, or at the very who knows how to get a job done. Though not extraordinarily intelligent or wise, Gisenna makes up for it with her charismatic approach to working people.
Appearance-wise, she has a lithe build, and is relatively short for an Elf-hybrid. The aspect that dominates her appearance, though, is that most of her body looks like it's decayed (the skin and such), with the colour looking like an old bruise, but everywhere, and the texture looking old and taut. Her head is also dominated by a large "godhead"- a strange, almost mask-like dark growth that covers most of her face and obscuring her eyes (and although it seems like she shouldn't be able to see through it, it doesn't obstruct her view at all). This makes her look intimidating to most who see her for the first time. Just the way she likes it.
"Remember! I want to see all of you back on this deck before sunrise!"
Gisenna watched as her crew saluted and scurried off into Queen's Berth. It'd been several days since they last touched port, and most of them had become rowdy or ill or both as a way of telling her they were done.
Making sure her sword and dagger were sitting comfortably on her sides, she stepped off the ramp and onto the busy dock. All around her, porters were moving and unloading cargo from a more than a dozen vessels, some as large as a junk, others no larger than a small raft. Most of the dock-goers paid little heed to Gisenna as she passed, heading off to find a quiet spot to read the letter she had received from Maia.
Walking the streets for a while, catching up on city news as she went. After a while she came to an abandoned house, and decided it ought to be quiet enough. Making sure no one saw her enter, she picked the lock, and slid into the dark room, waiting for her eyes to adjust.
However, as they did, something about the room caught her off-guard. Where she expected to find an old, musky room with some broken furniture, she found herself in the Brighthearth Tavern, her favourite place to relax back in her days pretending to be a noblewoman. Even the scent of Vrer Chiora, a type of herbal liquer, brought back memories of that place.
Naturally, Gisenna's first instinct to being caught off guard was drawing her sword and stiletto. Using what was left of her psionic abilities (the rest had been wiped away by some rogue magic and a cannonball), she searched the room for any malicious presence. Though she found none, she did notice a congregation of presences, similar to how a tavern would feel, through a door at the back of the room.
Opening it slowly, she found herself staring down a long, strange hallway. Feeling the "tavern presences" on the other side of the hallway, she cautiously made her way down the hallway, her thoughts of looking for a quiet place all but forgotten.
Former incarnations have been: TheWanderingWizard TheClockworkConjurer TheIllusiveIntellect TheSunderingSorceror And, TheMaieuticMesmerist
Bo knew he would have to leave the room that wasn't actually his room eventually, but he didn't want to enter the empty hall and get caught in a trap, or, you know, go past the point of no return. This situation was feeling more like a horror movie, with the eerie almost-right apartment room and the dark hallways. It didn't make him want to go anywhere too quickly.
Still peeking through the door, he could hear faint footsteps further down the way.
He could see a figure moving cautiously.
Well, it was now or never. Stay in the fake room or explore. He'd have to do the latter eventually.
He stepped out on light feet and cleared his throat.
"Hello?"
This was how people died in horror movies, wasn't it?
Spoiler! :
Pilgrims, I'm thinking it's your character that he sees in the distance!
Télos peeked out of the hallway into the room beyond it. There were other people there. He could just barely make out someone choking someone else. But Télos couldn't help but freeze in his hallway when he saw the other people present.
They were players. They weren't moving like players; he hadn't ever seen another player put someone else in a choke hold. But they obviously weren't like him and Hero would have said if Claire passed out more of the potion, so they had to be players.
And then one of the players spoke.
Télos gave a yelp of surprise from his hiding spot. He was so startled that he accidentally made his gold sword disappear - even though he very much needed it right now. The player had talked. How had the player done that? He hadn't seen any white text over their head!
Had he somehow ended up on Earth? Lex and Phoenix had never said how violent Earth could be. But if this was Earth, he'd have to pretend that he was from it, too. He didn't want to think about what the choke hold player would do if they found out otherwise.
Amy had begun to walk down the hallway. She saw other people and what appeared to be some kind of greenhouse. All of the sudden and out of nowhere a woman appeared behind her and put her in a chokehold.
"I don't know," Amy said. "Trust me. I'm not dangerous, I just had a little bit too much to drink. Trust me."
All our dreams can come true — if we have the courage to pursue them. -- Walt Disney
Evaline tightened her grip around the redhead's neck, not convinced by her choking words. Some seconds ticked by, but nothing dangerous seemed to happen. There was no surprise attack, no fighting... This woman was barely even trying to defend herself.
Evaline was many things, but she wasn't a cold-blooded killer.
She suddenly loosed her grip but pushed her down so she would land back-first on the floor.
"Those are not words you should say to someone actually dangerous," she said condescendingly, looking down at her and acting as if she wasn't the perpetrator here. "I mean, why should I trust you? I don't even know you."
Right when the player questioned why she should trust the other player, Télos realized that he had absolutely terrible luck. Ending up on Earth with players was bad enough, but the universe was conspiring against him. He tried to move further back into the hallway - hoping no one noticed the slightly ajar door - but he stumbled over his own two feet.
A second later, the door was swinging open - and Télos was tumbling into the large room that lay beyond the hallway with a startled yelp. He barely caught a glimpse of the tables and chairs in the middle of what had to be a greenhouse before he face-planted into the floor.
As Bo wandered forward, he could make out the room ahead, and the voices. The person ahead of him looked strange, as he got closer. They definitely didn't look human, and they had a shadowy mask over their face. But the person faceplanting up ahead tore his attention from them.
It looked like everyone was being pointed in the direction of this big room. There was a greenhouse with a lot of plants and some kind of restaurant setup. Almost like a streetcorner.
He tried to slip past the shadowy person to get into the main room.
"You alright, over there?" he called out to the guy who was face-down on the ground.
Télos froze - face still planted on the greenhouse's floor - when he realized that the player was talking to him. After a moment of terror, he slowly picked his head up to see the speaker. He was big and intimidating just from his appearance, but he didn't seem dangerous. He just seemed nice.
At least, he seemed nice when he thought Télos was from Earth.
He gave a thumbs up as he got to his feet.
"I'm good," he said. He gave the player a quick grin, brushing the dirt off of his pants and shirt. "I just, er, tripped."
It was probably a good idea to leave out the "listening in on two strangers having a conversation" part. Télos was pretty sure that was something people from Earth didn't admit to doing.
Evaline crossed her arms and looked at the redhead with a skeptical expression, but she didn't have time to respond. Behind a nearby door, a braided man clumsily fell into the room and faceplanted on to the ground. It was such a random and ridiculous event, Evaline almost laughed.
Suddenly another voice called out asking if the man was okay, and Evaline instinctively put her guard up. Who were all these people and what was going on?
She glanced to the big room that looked like a combination of a greenhouse and a restaurant. She felt the same "come in, come in" beckoning she felt earlier, and she didn't know why.
Ignoring it, she turned back to the man who fell on his face. "Tripped?" she said sarcastically. "You were clearly spying on us." She said that last part more under her breath, trying to relieve the pent-up stress and frustration from the week. Not knowing where she was and who she was with didn't help, either.
"Who are you people?" she asked bewilderedly, gesturing to everyone around her while keeping her distance.
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