RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 18: PARTY!
04-04-2017, 10:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-04-2017, 10:17 PM by Mirdini.)
Username: Mirdinneri
Name: Jo, Jeff, Nadia, and Amel
Species: Regular Humans, and they'd like to stay that way
Gender: NB, Guy, Gal, Gal
Color: Something somewhat like this.
Description: Jo could best be described as... volcanic. They certainly look the part: tall, rugged and smoldering. Wild red hair completes the landscape, which is generally well-visible in their usual getup of a tank top and shorts. A bubbly personality, Jo can often be found having a good time at the center of any event, and tends towards spontaneity and doing things 'nur zum Spaß davon'.
Jeff stands out in a crowd, and not in a good way. Polo shirt, slacks and shades are the order of the day, with a slicked-back undercut as if the former wasn't enough. Standing 5'11'', he's got the physique to 'pull it off' by conventional standards, though looking pretty is the least of anyone's worries at this point. Jeff's questionable fashion sense belies his demeanor though, as he cares deeply and easily about others, often to the point of self-sacrifice.
Nadia is in fighting trim, and has a combative approach to people to go with it. Highly competitive, acerbic, and generally not a pleasant person to be around. Highly competent too, though. Middling height, Iranian ancestry, strong features will murder you with a harsh glance.
Amel is the youngest of the group, but definitely the most stylish. Punk as heck hijabi, 6'1'', reserved with people she doesn't know but mischievous and fun with people she does.
Items/Abilities: Jo is a professional fire-eater and an unprofessional pyromaniac. While they won't openly admit to knowing exactly how to cook up a molotov cocktail or various other flame-based weaponry, they sure seem to 'find' a lot of them while scavenging.
Jeff was a professional golfer, before all this. While he wasn't quite constant birdie material, he rarely got stuck with bogeys, either. As a result his weapon of choice is any of his set of sturdy clubs, which he wields with precision to avoid unnecessary damage to them.
Nadia, on the other hand, was an Olympic-level fencer for Spain and has the reflexes and swordswomanship to reflect it. As her foil isn't really suited for actual combat, she improvises with whatever suitable items are close at hand.
Amel is a world-class inventor, her specialty being UAVs. Her efforts had secured her a scholarship from her native Algeria to a renowned French polytechnic, and she's only improved since. Her prototypes were already impressive work, and she's upgraded her favorite ('Ray') with a scouting camera, silent propulsion and a remarkably versatile grabbing claw. Jo's idea of taping a gun to it has been vetoed... for now.
Biography: Each of the motley now-crew were in Monte Carlo on unrelated business when it slowly began. By coincidence they'd all arrived at Le Metropole at roughly the same time, and managed to end up in the same elevator as it juddered to a halt. Awkward silence gave way to awkward small talk after half an hour, genuine exasperation an hour later, and cooperative escape after a second hour with no response from the emergency bell. Upon re-entering the hotel at large it was immediately obvious something was Off - a glance out of a window showed traffic in chaos and most people walking around with curiously stiff gaits. Curiously stiff gaits employed in what seemed to be pursuit of people pretty obviously on the run.
A few encounters with constantly smiling, polite, and remarkably homicidal... somethings... wearing human skin later our heroes decided to band together to survive whatever the hell was going on. Thankfully the non-people were easy to spot and circumvent - all the intelligence of a poorly-functioning ASIMO, and a stock phrase ("Hello! How are you? Please accept It! Accept It Today!") repeated just under shouting volume as soon as you were spotted.
They were relentless, though. Having to violently dispatch a few has certainly taken a mental toll, though camaraderie and occasional contact with various other souls marooned in this strange new world (strangely, all also in elevators At The Time) has helped somewhat.
It remains to be seen how they'll react to their relocation to an even more alien existence.
Name: Jo, Jeff, Nadia, and Amel
Species: Regular Humans, and they'd like to stay that way
Gender: NB, Guy, Gal, Gal
Color: Something somewhat like this.
Description: Jo could best be described as... volcanic. They certainly look the part: tall, rugged and smoldering. Wild red hair completes the landscape, which is generally well-visible in their usual getup of a tank top and shorts. A bubbly personality, Jo can often be found having a good time at the center of any event, and tends towards spontaneity and doing things 'nur zum Spaß davon'.
Jeff stands out in a crowd, and not in a good way. Polo shirt, slacks and shades are the order of the day, with a slicked-back undercut as if the former wasn't enough. Standing 5'11'', he's got the physique to 'pull it off' by conventional standards, though looking pretty is the least of anyone's worries at this point. Jeff's questionable fashion sense belies his demeanor though, as he cares deeply and easily about others, often to the point of self-sacrifice.
Nadia is in fighting trim, and has a combative approach to people to go with it. Highly competitive, acerbic, and generally not a pleasant person to be around. Highly competent too, though. Middling height, Iranian ancestry, strong features will murder you with a harsh glance.
Amel is the youngest of the group, but definitely the most stylish. Punk as heck hijabi, 6'1'', reserved with people she doesn't know but mischievous and fun with people she does.
Items/Abilities: Jo is a professional fire-eater and an unprofessional pyromaniac. While they won't openly admit to knowing exactly how to cook up a molotov cocktail or various other flame-based weaponry, they sure seem to 'find' a lot of them while scavenging.
Jeff was a professional golfer, before all this. While he wasn't quite constant birdie material, he rarely got stuck with bogeys, either. As a result his weapon of choice is any of his set of sturdy clubs, which he wields with precision to avoid unnecessary damage to them.
Nadia, on the other hand, was an Olympic-level fencer for Spain and has the reflexes and swordswomanship to reflect it. As her foil isn't really suited for actual combat, she improvises with whatever suitable items are close at hand.
Amel is a world-class inventor, her specialty being UAVs. Her efforts had secured her a scholarship from her native Algeria to a renowned French polytechnic, and she's only improved since. Her prototypes were already impressive work, and she's upgraded her favorite ('Ray') with a scouting camera, silent propulsion and a remarkably versatile grabbing claw. Jo's idea of taping a gun to it has been vetoed... for now.
Biography: Each of the motley now-crew were in Monte Carlo on unrelated business when it slowly began. By coincidence they'd all arrived at Le Metropole at roughly the same time, and managed to end up in the same elevator as it juddered to a halt. Awkward silence gave way to awkward small talk after half an hour, genuine exasperation an hour later, and cooperative escape after a second hour with no response from the emergency bell. Upon re-entering the hotel at large it was immediately obvious something was Off - a glance out of a window showed traffic in chaos and most people walking around with curiously stiff gaits. Curiously stiff gaits employed in what seemed to be pursuit of people pretty obviously on the run.
A few encounters with constantly smiling, polite, and remarkably homicidal... somethings... wearing human skin later our heroes decided to band together to survive whatever the hell was going on. Thankfully the non-people were easy to spot and circumvent - all the intelligence of a poorly-functioning ASIMO, and a stock phrase ("Hello! How are you? Please accept It! Accept It Today!") repeated just under shouting volume as soon as you were spotted.
They were relentless, though. Having to violently dispatch a few has certainly taken a mental toll, though camaraderie and occasional contact with various other souls marooned in this strange new world (strangely, all also in elevators At The Time) has helped somewhat.
It remains to be seen how they'll react to their relocation to an even more alien existence.