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Post by norimo on Jul 14, 2016 5:57:07 GMT -6
(As of right now this thread is purely informative; I will spruce it up after the first case is written.)
(This RP is PRIVATE- please do not post in it unless you received permission. I will have told you beforehand if you received such.)
Jamais Vu
"The phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion,
but that nonetheless seems very unfamiliar."
Nestled between the quaint, timeworn buildings of an old and forgotten bazaar is dainty, yet stocked antique shop with a carved placard
hanging just outside the cloudy windows with the letters spelling Malocchio. Despite the establishment's name, the sign that swayed on the
door's brass handle offered a light, even humorous message. "The objects of envy can be yours," it read as though implying one could
easily warrant the admiration of others through a pretty penny just a step away. While a strolling transient who find Malocchio may steal
a passing glance for a moment's indulgence and find thrill in its whimsical curios; they will part ways at dusk leaving only the sound of their soles tapping
against the bright hues of tesserae that laid just under their feet.
However, for those that purposely find themselves wandering into the bazaar often come with a distinct interest in mind. For those involved
in the "underground" so to speak, often hear rumors of a peculiar agency of special talents that was a privilege only to the wealthy given
the company's inflated prices. Regardless of their extraordinary fees, word has it they were never short of employers. An anomalous aura lingered when discussing the travail that surrounded the mystery. Hearsays of oddities and the supernatural circulated at the mention of their services. The whispers and allure carried on in the underworld as being hired by the latter was considered to be reserved only for the crème de la crème. While the cost of their coveted services were exorbitant, so were thought to be the employees' checks. It was passed that if one needed, the company could even afford to house an agent.For many, trying to squander their way into such a fantasy proved to be as effective as grasping at straws. Yet for those who excelled, or found fate treating them to the luck of the draw and stared into Malocchio's foggy complexion were pulled in by their curious minds. Eager to sate their agog interest, they walk in with their glittering eyes wide... --- Your character is one of the few blessed by chance to have heard of the agency's true location and know how to access it. For those arriving in the shop, they will know that the company only hires in waves at specific times. The date your character will be arriving on is November 13th, 2016 at 6:00PM. A man in his forties is waiting at the cash register of the Malocchio.
Your character will hand him a red cloth and site the phrase:"Even with the eye watching, no evil will ever go unpunished."The man will lead your character to the back, until they find a door with beads strung across its handle. ---
Jamais Vu is a role-play centered around the characters being involved with the Malocchio Agency which specializes in "cases", whether they be: item recovery protection oddities and personal affairs The pay ranges from decent to high, depending on your character's work. They may be housed by the agency within the previously thought to be run down buildings in the bazaar. Your character may know about the agency if they worked within the underworld, or perhaps have a supernatural ability. Supernatural powers are UNCOMMON- therefore many people are not even aware of their existence and would be skeptical. Those who possess them tend to stick together as a result. Jamais Vu is broken up by case or similarly, by chapters. Meaning that all events taking place in one case will correspond to the current point of time's story. For example- three cases are the equivalent of three small stories. --- Rules:
1. No godmodding and auto-hitting.
2. If your character has a supernatural ability, run it by me first. 3. You can reply up to 10 posts per day. (I don't think this will be a problem, but just in case it becomes tough to keep up!) 4. One character only. (Humans only) Please fill out the application before posting. 5. The setting is modern day and the genre is mystery/action/drama. Please stick to the theme. 6. Follow the current objective.
If you have questions or concerns feel free to message me on Skype. I don't care how many you have; I would love to address them all.
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Character Application:
Name: Age: (Must be 18 years or older.) Pronouns: Height: Skills: (What does your character have to offer the company? If they possess one, what is their supernatural ability?) Personality: Appearance:---You may post your character applications now, but the RP has not officially started so please hold off your character walking inuntil I formally start it. ---Skills: Giovanni is the current director of the agency, often taking care of the less exciting work by sorting orders and taking calls. He also prepares a lot of the arrangements when it comes to rooming and disperses the pay according to agent. He's rather devoted to his work.
However, Giovanni has a sharp mind and special interest in "unnatural" phenomenon. He is efficient at crafting plans and going through with them. It appears he has some skill with rifles, but he claims he's not as good as a shot as he used to be.
Personality: Rather blunt and slightly brooding- Giovanni is often described as an eccentric man being seemingly stand-offish for the director of the agency. While he experiences some detachment from his emotions, being that he must put the needs of the company before him; he may not notice his almost isolated environment at all. He will speak his mind flatly and without hesitation, causing him to be somewhat aloof. It appears he attempts to reach out to others on occasion. He seems to enjoy mixing in light sarcasm here and there.
Appearance: (I'll add a better pic later, but for now I'm putting in his rough draft.) 
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 14, 2016 6:18:52 GMT -6
Name: 'Boulder' (Real name: Kukane 'Kaulu' Hokulani) Age: 27 Pronouns: He/Him Height: 5'10" Skills: Boulder excels in strength and stamina, having been a part of his gym's boxing club since he was 14. The brute force and precision behind each of his attacks didn't go unnoticed, and he may or may not have participated in numerous, underground boxing matches and 'bodyguard to an important crime lord' type deals. But that's neither here nor there. Those days, which may or may not have happened, are behind the man now....right? Or maybe he just decided they were over once he heard the name Malocchio from a mouthy, arrogant buttonman. Who knows? Personality: Despite his resting bitchface, Boulder is a very relaxed, carefree individual in his free time. He smiles often, and enjoys playful banter between him and others. That is, until it comes to his job. Once given a task, he sees it through to the end, letting little get in the way of its completion. Appearance:  |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jul 14, 2016 6:47:42 GMT -6
Name: Asutane (Ah-soo-tah-neh) Fera ((I was told to put pronunciations of my character names for now on.)) Age: 21 Pronouns: She/Her/Herself Height: 5'3'' ((I keep making short characters, they are so fun to RP)) Skills: If Asutane is told to put something away, she'll do it. She's also good a neatly orginaizing objects together. Personality: Asutane, in general, is a bit sarcastic but it's kinda harmless. If anyone is nice to her, she'll be nice back. If anyone is mean to her, she will not hesitate to be rude. Appearance:  |
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Post by Emily on Jul 14, 2016 11:15:17 GMT -6
Name: Kamryia Sinclair Age:29 Pronouns:she/her Height:5'9" Skills:Kamryia is quite nimble and fast, taken from her years walking and running everywhere she went. Although not very strong, she has exceptional endurance and dodging abilities. Along with this, her years of street performing have won her proficiency in the banjo, guitar, and ukulele, along with having a talent for singing. Personality:Kamryia is an altruistic yet dense woman with unparalleled determination and drive. Kamryia wants to be friends with everyone , and will not take this hint when someone insults her or declares that they hate her, and will just continue trying to hug it out. She puts everyone's happiness above hers, and loves nearly everyone no matter how they have wronged her. Appearance 
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Post by cassiroll on Jul 14, 2016 11:59:42 GMT -6
Name: Meridian Decarlo Age: 22 Pronouns: She/Her Height: 5"6' Skills: Meridian has the ability to see up to five minutes in the future. She's had this ability her entire life. It activates at random on a normal basis, and she can easily confuse the future for the present. Her powers do tend to spike during periods of high tension or stress, again whether she wants them to or not. Because of this, her dodging is spot on unless the conflict comes out of virtually nowhere. Her stamina and physical stature is decent, although not necessarily impressive or out of the ordinary. She works out a few times a week and her biggest physical strength is her speed, as she did track in high school and still very much loves to train. Personality: Meridian has a part time job at a gas station. She hates her job and tends not to appreciate being asked for help or being asked a lot of questions, since she's used to a lot of bullshit at work. She usually has bags under her eyes and has trouble getting enough sleep from the stress of her money issues and not getting enough hours. She can, however, pretend to be the ditsy and smiley employee for a bit when needed. Years of practice. Appearance: ((Gas station outfit, she'll probably be arriving right after work.))
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Post by titee on Jul 19, 2016 19:26:44 GMT -6
Name: Mackerel "Mack" Hala Age: Just turned eighteen! Pronouns: he/him/his Height: 5'1"
Skills: Physically fit. He swims everyday and was in his school's competitive swim team; and has the body to prove it. Besides swimming he also bikes and runs- giving his a body built of lean muscle made for endurance and speed. He can hold his breath for a long time- up to five minutes on a good day. Mack also has unwavering attitude to match his physical endurance. Once given a task, he won't give up until he reaches his goal. Mack has had the ability to sense magical and psychic objects and individuals since he was born. He has never fully recognized his ability, however, instead viewing it at some form of sixth sense. Along with being able to sense magic and psychic abilities, Mack also enhances the prowess of said abilities in his vicinity, whether he want to or not. This even includes malicious people and objects after his own life.
Personality: Mack is a naive individual- curious about the world around him and eager to prove himself as an adult though by many his is still very much seen as a child. Being treated as a child frustrates him, yet also fuels his drive to prove himself as he believes he is just as mature and valuable to the team as his older peers. When out to prove himself Mack can be reckless- which when combined with his abilities can lead to him falling into dangerous situations. Though the danger of said situations often go completely over his head. His curiosity leads to Mack endlessly questioning everything around him, which combined with his tenacious attitude can be grating on those around it. Appearance:
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Post by norimo on Jul 21, 2016 18:27:43 GMT -6
*** November 13th, 2016 5:56PM A man of gaunt features and spindly limbs sat at his desk, rummaging through an array of scattered documents that sat in a messy pile. Taking a breather, he sighed and peeked through the dusty blinds of the establishment as to glance out at the courtyard hidden among the weary brick buildings that masked him from the occasional passerby. The dim light of the evening crept beneath the slits of the folds and illuminated the room, revealing the poor, congested mess of the office he rooted himself in. The space was thronged with uncanny and esoteric articles including a rather sizable sculpt of a large, hulking hawk with ruby eyes just hoisted above a nearby cabinet. The items cluttered the room, making one question if their possessor was a man of abstruse taste or simply a hoarder with an inventory. A tapestry hung from behind his desk, which was embroidered with an intricate pattern that one could only conceive would take years to weave. Similarly, the chairs that sat across from each other in rows were draped with cloth alike, as though a halfhearted attempt to provide extra comfort and style. Upon the man's station was topped with a computer, followed by a whirring noise of its engine beginning to overheat. A brass plaque etched with letters spelling out Giovanni was turned to the door for all entering to read. Alas, the man rested his willowy figure upon a chair, letting his eyelids droop as to steal a moment of tranquility to himself before returning to his senses. His finger prodded at a small device, "Geralt?" the man's voice was hoarse and quiet. Seconds passed before he received a reply. "Sorry, I was at the other end of the shop. What is it?" an older male asked. "It's about time, keep an eye out for them. Send me a ring if anything goes wrong," Giovanni nodded to himself, before turning to the iridescent light that flickered from the computer screen. "Of course," and with that, a click could be heard as the man switched off. Giovanni paid no mind to the door, and nonchalantly carried out his usual workload as the minutes ticked... ***
Current Objective:
Have your character enter through the Malocchio correctly with Geralt.
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Post by Emily on Jul 21, 2016 18:49:48 GMT -6
Kamryia was always drawn to adventure. Her nomadic nature sent her across different locations just to see what they had to offer. Her lack of a stable job and a home never bothered her much, particularly the job part. She was never one to work a specific job, but this had sent her adventure sensors into a frenzy, alarms blaring in her mind telling her to check this place out. Repeating the phrase in her mind over and over again. she stepped into the mysterious shop through the door. "Well Howdy there friend! I reckon you're a part of the staff?" she asked, a light southern accent tinging her kind words.  She headed over to the table that the other stood behind and leaned down on it, making sure she felt cool while doing so. She slid a red cloth across the table and whispered the phrase she had repeated in her mind for so long. "Even with the eye watching, no evil will ever go unpunished." She couldn't help but smile. She felt so cool!!! She was even the first person there...it was cool to be punctual, right? |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jul 21, 2016 19:00:15 GMT -6
Asutane walked into the through the set antique shop to get to the desired destination, which she sees Geralt, who kindly lead her to the cashier before he went back to work. She also sees a very upbeat girl. She seems like the nice one. Hopefully she won't be rude. Asutane nodded.
"Hello, the name's Asutane Fera. How do you do."
She thought it would be more profession to calmly introduce yourself.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jul 21, 2016 19:04:49 GMT -6
*** November 13th, 2016 5:56PM A man of gaunt features and spindly limbs sat at his desk, rummaging through an array of scattered documents that sat in a messy pile. Taking a breather, he sighed and peeked through the dusty blinds of the establishment as to glance out at the courtyard hidden among the weary brick buildings that masked him from the occasional passerby. The dim light of the evening crept beneath the slits of the folds and illuminated the room, revealing the poor, congested mess of the office he rooted himself in. The space was thronged with uncanny and esoteric articles including a rather sizable sculpt of a large, hulking hawk with ruby eyes just hoisted above a nearby cabinet. The items cluttered the room, making one question if their possessor was a man of abstruse taste or simply a hoarder with an inventory. A tapestry hung from behind his desk, which was embroidered with an intricate pattern that one could only conceive would take years to weave. Similarly, the chairs that sat across from each other in rows were draped with cloth alike, as though a halfhearted attempt to provide extra comfort and style. Upon the man's station was topped with a computer, followed by a whirring noise of its engine beginning to overheat. A brass plaque etched with letters spelling out Giovanni was turned to the door for all entering to read. Alas, the man rested his willowy figure upon a chair, letting his eyelids droop as to steal a moment of tranquility to himself before returning to his senses.
His finger prodded at a small device, "Geralt?" the man's voice was hoarse and quiet. Seconds passed before he received a reply.
"Sorry, I was at the other end of the shop. What is it?" an older male asked.
"It's about time, keep an eye out for them. Send me a ring if anything goes wrong," Giovanni nodded to himself, before turning to the iridescent light that flickered from the computer screen.
"Of course," and with that, a click could be heard as the man switched off. Giovanni paid no mind to the door, and nonchalantly carried out his usual workload as the minutes ticked... Boulder wandered through the bustling streets searching for the address of the infamous Malocchio, the name of which he had heard through the careless whisperings of hired hands and less-than-credible sources. While the ritualistic means behind how one acquires access to the organization was bizarre, to say the least, this sort of work could prove useful for the man's current arrangement. He stepped through the doorway of the Malocchio, the tacky antiques lining the walls doing little to interest him, whatsoever. While he had played with the idea of acting as though he were a customer to the shop in his head, Boulder inevitably decided a direct approach would be best. He sauntered over towards the register, passing by countless collectibles as his eyes locked onto the older gentleman. While Boulder himself had never been particularly adept in telling somebody's age, this man seemed to match the description of 'man in his forties.' Boulder cleared his throat, the words he was about to let out getting trapped there for a moment as self doubt began to cloud his mind. What if this isn't the place? What if all those whispers and shit were just a myth? I'll look really stupid if I just throw a cloth on the table and recite some strange oath? Boulder scratched the back of his head as he rummaged through his pocket, chuckling nervously at the older gentleman who continued to stare and Boulder, stonefaced. He finally grabbed a hold of the red cloth he'd been told to carry, an array of coins falling out as he did so. "Ah, fuck..." He muttered to himself as he bent down to pick up the loose change. That was a soda or something right there! When he stood back up, a new girl had already muttered the phrase and easing the man's paranoia. He set the red cloth on the table and whispered. " Even with the eye watching, no evil will ever go unpunished." He stood there for what felt like an eternity, until Geralt nodded, telling what Boulder assumed to be a 6 year old "One moment please." and motioned for the large man and girl to follow him, leaving the new blue haired child behind. Boulder and this woman followed Geralt to the back before being guided through a door with a variety of beads hanging from its handle. Geralt closed the door behind them, assumedly to return to the cashier where he'd initially been positioned. Boulder turned to the woman he'd been walking with and eyed her features curiously. What exactly WERE the requirements for this agency? Perhaps she had some unique talent not apparent through looks alone. Boulder gave her a light smile and held his hand out. "Uh, hi! I'm Boulder! It's nice to meet you." He beamed. |
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Post by norimo on Jul 21, 2016 19:23:51 GMT -6
While Geralt had been expecting the new face to be a possible applicant for the agency, the woman's appearance was rather youthful in comparison to the latter that had just earned access. A collection of features and expressions surged through his brain as he reminisced on past employees; she surely couldn't be the youngest. However, the intensity of her hair combined with its whimsical styling made one rethink the individual's mental age. Alas, the woman chimed in with a greeting and introduction, to which the man eased himself into a hearty smile, "Hello Miss Fera! Are you looking for anything in particular? Antique jewelry? Furnishings? Or maybe a doll for a relative?" He sidestepped from behind the register, strolling to the cabinets as he hurriedly snatched a key from his pocket. He grinned from ear-to-ear at the woman, unlocking the container as he swung its doors open. A line of aged porcelain figures sat in rows, to which the man spoke loud and proud, "We provide for collectors as well!"
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Post by Emily on Jul 21, 2016 19:33:35 GMT -6
Boulder gave her a light smile and held his hand out. "Uh, hi! I'm Boulder! It's nice to meet you." He beamed. Friend spotted!!! "Well Hiya, Boulder!" I'm Kamryia Sinclair!" She chirped, shaking his hand enthusiastically. Wait Boulder. SHE COULD MAKE SO MANY PUNS.
"It's great 'ta meetcha! I'm sure we'll have a.... rockin' good friendship!!" She choked out through her snickers. She sighed to keep herself from laughing too hard, and gave the other a few seconds to laugh at her absolutely ingenious joke. Wait...ingenious. Igneous Igneous rock. HA!!! She snickered to herself for a little longer, but subsequently pointed at the door. "So, Boulder, let's go into that mysterious lookin' door together, yeah?" she asked. She affirmed the question she asked the other herself by giving a thumbs up and opened the door. She stepped in to see her future boss at the door and her smile widened. Friend spotted!!! Again!!! "Well howdy there, friend!! I think I'm gonna be workin' for ya soon!" she chimed, giving the other a wave.  |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jul 21, 2016 19:44:27 GMT -6
While Geralt had been expecting the new face to be a possible applicant for the agency, the woman's appearance was rather youthful in comparison to the latter that had just earned access. A collection of features and expressions surged through his brain as he reminisced on past employees; she surely couldn't be the youngest. However, the intensity of her hair combined with its whimsical styling made one rethink the individual's mental age. Alas, the woman chimed in with a greeting and introduction, to which the man eased himself into a hearty smile, "Hello Miss Fera! Are you looking for anything in particular? Antique jewelry? Furnishings? Or maybe a doll for a relative?" He sidestepped from behind the register, strolling to the cabinets as he hurriedly snatched a key from his pocket. He grinned from ear-to-ear at the woman, unlocking the container as he swung its doors open. A line of aged porcelain figures sat in rows, to which the man spoke loud and proud, "We provide for collectors as well!" Asutane's eye twitch a bit as the guy those she was a young kid. "No, I'm here to join in on-." Then she realized what she was supposed to do. "Oh, my apologies, where are my manners? -ahem-" Asutane looked down and looked back up "Even when the eye is watching, no evil will ever go unpunished. Was that it?" She pulled a red cloth from her purse. |
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Post by titee on Jul 21, 2016 21:10:00 GMT -6
Mack looked down at his feet as he walked, contemplating his next action. He had already been to most of the businesses in the area, eager for employment but immediately rejected. Granted, walking into a store and saying "hi can I have a job?" probably wasn't the best of tactics, but Mack never really knew how one went about getting a job. Yet despite that, he was determined. His parents' threats of kicking him out unless he either find a job of his own or start working on the boat with them wasn't serious, yet Mack wasn't taking any chances. There was no way he was going on a rotten, stinking fishing boat. Mack took another look at the directions he had scribbled down, turning around half a block and then arrive at the one place he still hadn't checked. The macchiato... mellow... Italian word. A friend told him about this place. Well, more like an old guy who feeds pigeons in the park. But Mack and that crazy pigeon man had some sort of weird, spooky, 6th sense connection. Just like Mack and this store. It was meant to be. Mack opens the antique store's door and practically tip-toed inside. He looked around the shop, feeling more like a time traveler than a somebody looking for a job. "Uh, hello?" He called out, looking up and down the cluttered store before his eyes locked onto a middle aged man speaking with girl. Mack perked up, that had to be his man. "Uh yeah. Excuse me!" He bounded over to the two, pulling a red cloth out as he did so. "Even with the eye watching, no evil will ever go, uh, unpunished!" Mack quickly yammered off. Despite his poor presentation, he must have made the cut as Geralt then nodded towards both he and the girl beside him and lead the two behind a beaded door. Mack grinned, taking in as much as he could about the new room he entered. Was he... supposed to sit down now? Or talk to the other people here? Uh oh. Were they all competing for the same job? |
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Post by norimo on Jul 21, 2016 21:26:10 GMT -6
The silence of the room had overtaken him, enveloping him in his own concentration when-
-An especially chipper voice knocked him out of his stupor, causing him to almost jump in his chair at the sudden sound. He raised an eyebrow as he focused on the outlines of the figures, both rather striking in both appearance and contrast in their shapes. A man with wild hair and stalwart physique positioned himself upright next to the freckled-face woman. Unlike her counterpart, she was slimmer but just as imposing with an eye patch that concealed the left side of her face. Whether the two were acquaintances was beyond him, but regardless their appearances made for an interesting opposition to the eyes. It was an oddly pleasing polarity.
Giovanni offered a wave in return, pointing down to his nameplate as he did so. "Giovanni. Why don't you take a seat? The interview will be starting shortly," his pupils watched them closely, before returning to the computer's monitor. "And just who are you two?" the hushed whirring of the machine's engine continued in the cluttered room as the sound of tapping keys could be heard. Before he could get a reply the door swung open once more revealing another pair of candidates, with one of them having the appearance of a teenager. His garb suggested he was on vacation if anything, and Giovanni couldn't help but question just how the Malocchio's name was being thrown about in recent days. Perhaps renaming the establishment would be an issue once more.
However, if it wasn't for the fact during his work he met an array of odd faces and peculiar transients then he would have been quick to brush the newcomer off his shoulder without second thought. Yet over the years, he found it somewhat rewarding to give them a say. "Take a seat and introduce yourselves. A group interview will be held soon." Instead of returning to his work, he swayed his chair to face the row of seats to observe the recruits with a watchful eye. "As I said moments ago, I'm Giovanni. Feel free to chatter among yourselves before we get started."
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