The Xavier Legion - Open - Need Players

[McKaela Kiama]

The Xavier Legion

The year is 2010 and the rule of the Xavier Legion has taken full hold of the entire Earth's governments. There are few opposers left remaining, but the possibility of assassinations of the two main leaders still exists. The organized opposition is called the Rebellion or the Anti-Legion. The Supreme Dictator, Veritas Xavier, the one in charge of things, is protected by her second in command, the High Commander, McKaela Kaiyou, and together they form a powerful duo that seems to be unstoppable.

The two world leaders have many things in common, though their personalities differ greatly, and sometimes clashes even inside of the walls of the fortress are bound to erupt. Veritas is a soft-spoken woman with little desire to show off her looks or engage in anything very dangerous. McKaela on the other hand is a totally outgoing party animal, and she's always finding ways to show off her sexual nature and powerful fighting skills.

Will the peace of the Xavier Legion remain with these opposites ruling, or will the walls of the fortress crumble at their paws at some point due to their disputes?

 

[McKaela Kiama]

Setting:

This RP takes place around and within the fortress of the Xavier Legion in a somewhat small town that has recently been renamed Kahikite in honour of the militia and the headquarters of this world power being located there, named for the destroyed planet Kahikite that the ruxiel (anthros) came from. The town is outside the walls of the fortress, and within the fortress are a mansion and several thousand homes for soldiers and friends of Veritas and McKaela. Training for the soldiers takes place within the walls of the fortress in a stadium, and McKaela is the person in charge of training them. Otherwise, the majority of RP will take place in a public setting in the town. (More Info On Site.) (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.)

 

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Rules:

● This is a mostly furry RP, but species of other kinds are welcome. The setting involves the control of Earth, and humans are still the dominant species in this time period.

● Keep the role-playing no more mature than adult. Some sexual themes are allowed, though we needn't get into cybering/yiffing or anything. Flirting is fine, but little further than that, please. Take it elsewhere if it must happen.

● Also, I can't help but allow cursing, or I'd be violating the rules almost constantly myself!

● Drugs and alcohol are involved, even heavily, in this topic. If you are offended, feel free to escort yourself out. Otherwise, feel free to express your narcotic desires all you want.

● No harassment of any sort. Racist and sexist remarks may be mildly portrayed IN RP, but only due to the setting. If racism or sexism is portrayed outside of the RP, you will be reported. Keep fighting OOC completely out of it.

● Try to OOC in [brackets] if at all possible, so that we all know what's going on. Once more, role-playing and OOC beefs are to be kept separate. If you want to fight OOC, go elsewhere.

● Fighting is allowed. Killing may only happen with consent. Certain characters may not be killed, so keep this in mind.

● Try to keep your text somewhat literate. Please don't use abbreviations such as "LOL" and such, type correctly with proper grammar, spelling, and decent length posts. No need to type out a book or anything, not unless you want to, but three or more sentences is preferred.

● You may have multiple characters, as long as a profile of each is posted for all to see here. Profiles are explained below.

● Otherwise, have fun!

 

[McKaela Kiama]

New Profiles:

Fill out the following form with all the information possible before that character makes its first appearance. Small supporting characters needn't have profiles, such as bartenders, waitresses, and the like that won't be used often or have a major role. PM profiles to McKaela Kaiyou to begin.

Apparent Age means the age the character appears to be. For example, a character is 21, but she appears to be 16. Occupation options are unlimited; you can be whatever you like (within reason, can't rule the world if it's already being ruled, for example). Multiple occupations allowed and encouraged. Feel free to use your imagination. That's what makes role-playing interesting, after all!

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[McKaela Kiama]

Listed Profiles:

The following characters are played by me (McKaela Kaiyou) at various times in the RP.

Character Name: Adrien Xane Kaiyou
Age: 23
Apparent Age: 21
Gender: Male (Can Change)
Race: 1/2 Human, 1/4 Maned Wolf, 1/4 Fennec Fox (50% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Lieutenant Commander of the Xavier Legion, Singer & Bassist of Band "Stigmata"
Bio: The twin brother of McKaela Kaiyou, who had been separated from her for eighteen years. Adrien is a tough guy, muscular and strong, and somewhat quiet. He is very intelligent, a strategist. He is often teased about his perfect, beautiful, long hair, which is almost always kept in a braid (if let down, it gets curly because of it). He is bisexual, and a little bit self-conscious. He's always there when needed, though.
Appearance: Ref Sheet (Warning: Nudity)
Personality: Cautious, Easily Agitated, Arrogant, Quiet, Sometimes Shy, Proud
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Aluna Quinn Kaiyou
Age: 97
Apparent Age: 16
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: Fennec Fox (100% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Head Medic of the Xavier Legion
Bio: Aluna is McKaela and Adrien's grandmother, mother of McKenna. She is quite old, and usually very grouchy, but she appears to be a teenager. She is an incredibly talented scientist with many hobbies in different fields of science, especially medicine, robotics, space travel, and weapons. She has cured the common cold, most flu viruses, some cancers, and AIDS. She is an alcoholic, even though she won't admit it, and she thinks that McKaela is the scum of the Earth. Even though she's bitchy and complains a lot, she's quick to react and nothing ever scares her, so she's very reliable when needed.
Appearance: Short, bright pink hair and pink eyes, which she sometimes changes to other wild colours (eyes included, with the help of genetic alterations she performs on herself on occasion). Her fur is white, with black and pink markings (which change to match her hair and eyes as well). Some of her markings are similar in shape to stars and moon crescents.
Personality: Bitchy, Easily Annoyed, Perfectionist, Highly Intelligent, Sometimes Lacks Common Sense
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Arosora Kaiyou (Arosa & Asora)
Age: 5
Apparent Age: 13
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: Fennec Fox (100% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Aluna's Guinea Pigs, Laboratory Nuisances, Children
Bio: Arosa and Asora are twin clones of Aluna that she made in order to have renewable bodies to experement on. She, however, grew attached to this particular pair, who despite genetic enhancements meant to make all clones of her albino, managed to have unique colours and markings that greatly resembled her. Nobody is certain what Aluna does with these girls, or if it is morally correct. Most are certain that they have been enhanced with machinery, but have never had proof. They are genetically enhanced, however. They enjoy being annoying and getting new workers in trouble, but they didn't take after Aluna in that they're not incredibly smart. They are the stereotypical identical twins, which move in the same or mirrored way and talk at the same time. Sometimes creepy.
Appearance: Yin and yang. Arosa is white with black markings and pink hair, eyes, and tail (most like Aluna), and Asora is black with white markings and pink hair, eyes and tail. Their markings are opposite, such as the marking on Arosa's right arm that comes up to her wrist is on Asora's left arm.
Personality: Hyper, Annoying, Unrealistic, Playful, Obedient to Aluna
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Arosa's Site & Asora's Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Ashley Samantha Lund
Age: 15
Apparent Age: 13
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: Norwegian Lundehund (100% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Not Officially Employed, but a Member of the Xavier Legion
Bio: Ashley was with McKaela when she met Veritas and they formed the Legion. Ashley never played a major role in the Legion, mostly there to keep McKaela sane and happy. When she was fifteen and McKaela was sixteen, McKaela proposed to her, and had intended to marry her, but because of a plan of Veritas', McKaela ended up killing Ashley accidentally and not remembering it. Ashley has been resurrected recently to the age that she died at (fifteen), and is now McKaela and Megellin's girlfriend. Because of her genetics, Ashley was born with an extra thumb on each paw and two extra toes on each footpaw (Norwegian Lundehunds are bred to have them, so that they can easily grip rocky cliffs where they hunt puffins), so in an attempt to fit in, she cut them off; she now has scars where the extra digits were. Ashley is self-centered and goes crazy when she has sugar, but she's a good listener and easy to rely on when needing moral support.
Appearance: Ref Sheet (Warning: Nudity)
Personality: Outgoing, Hyper, Friendly, Sometimes Mean-Spirited, Prankster/Jokester, Opinionated, Intentionally Flaunts Cuteness, Tougher Than She Looks/Acts, Can Be Mature
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Eniba Selkhit
Age: 34
Apparent Age: 25
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: 1/2 Golden Jackal, 1/4 Raccoon, 1/8 Red Fox, 1/8 Ring-Tailed Lemur (100% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Arch Defiant of the Anti-Legion (Rebellion)
Bio: Eniba is the self-appointed leader of the Rebellion. Haiti had been in charge until Eniba arrived and took control of Haiti's mind with use of her dark magic powers. Eniba's sole purpose in life is to get revenge on McKaela for killing her husband (McKaela's father). Once McKaela is out of the way, Eniba plans to take over the Legion and run it the way she pleases, killing any who stand in her way or using mind control to make them serve her. Any redeeming qualities she may have are unknown.
Appearance: Ref Sheet (Warning: Nudity)
Personality: Harsh, Cruel, Sadistic, Seductive, Forceful, Must Have Her Way, Sometimes Gullible, Arrogant, Proud, Resourceful, Intelligent but Lacking Common Sense
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Haiti DeMonika
Age: 45
Apparent Age: 35
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: Timber Wolf (100% Ruxiel) Pure Bred
Occupation: Sub Defiant of the Anti-Legion (Rebellion)
Bio: Haiti was a family friend of the Kaiyou's. McKenna (McKaela's mother) regarded her as a sister and best friend, Aluna regarded her as a daughter and friend. Haiti's mysterious husband was apparently one of Aluna's colleagues on a project. When he caught the eye of the people they were trying to impress to get funding for future research, he claimed all of Aluna's hard work for his own and left her to rot. Haiti lost her closeness with the Kaiyou family because of what her husband did, and because the family and friends she once had suddenly pushed her away, she became bitter and turned against them. Haiti's purpose for creating the Anti-Legion was to take the Kaiyou family down a notch. Her biggest rivalry is with Aluna, and she hopes to take control of the Legion someday so that she may be able to shut Aluna down for good. Haiti is a demigod, but rarely, if ever, uses her powers. She knows when to quit, however.
Appearance: Black wolf with striking white and red markings. She has a white mask marking on her face, white underside from her collar bone to her thighs, red fire-like markings on her forearms and legs, a white-tipped tail, and a large white spot on her mid-back with a streak of red crossing through it from the base of her neck to the base of her tail. Her eyes and hair are red, and her hair is shoulder-length and straight, worn in a similar style to McKaela's and McKenna's. She's somewhat tall and average weight, with a slim and not very curvy figure.
Personality: Commanding, Intelligent, Not Easily Controlled, Soft-Spoken, Conniving, Plans Very Far Ahead
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Kataisei Day Aleni
Age: 17
Apparent Age: 18
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: 1/2 Bat-Eared Fox, 1/2 Side-Striped Jackal (100% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Elite Soldier of the Xavier Legion, Drummer of Band "Stigmata"
Bio: Kataisei was the crown princess of a powerful kingdom, but because she was female she was shunned and turned into a servant in the royal palace. She was rescued by McKaela, nearly dead from malnutrition. She later joined the Legion, becoming one of McKaela's closest friends. She is usually shy and soft-spoken, but she has a royal temper. She's gentle and caring, but that sometimes gets her into trouble. She is bisexual, and a bit shy about anything too forward. She's got a wild side, though.
Appearance: Ref Sheet (Warning: Nudity)
Personality: Gentle, Kind, Naïve, Easily Angered, Quiet, Shy, Hyper, Friendly, Sometimes Arrogant, Proud
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: McKaela Ann Kaiyou
Age: 23
Apparent Age: 18
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: 1/2 Human, 1/4 Maned Wolf, 1/4 Fennec Fox (50% Ruxiel)
Occupation: High Commander of the Xavier Legion, Lead Singer & Guitarist of Band "Stigmata"
Bio: The twin sister of Adrien Kaiyou, who had been separated from him for eighteen years. McKaela is the second-in-command over the Xavier Legion, the government in control of Earth. She is a powerful fighter, though sometimes a little insane. She's headstrong, and not very smart, and often gets herself into trouble in one way or another. She is addicted to many drugs and alcohol. She is bisexual, and overly flirtatious at times. She's often selfless, though.
Appearance: Ref Sheet (Warning: Nudity)
Personality: Cautious, Outgoing, Hyper, Eccentric, Nervous, Sarcastic, Emo, Clueless, Easily Depressed, Flirtatious, Arrogant
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Setne Kaiyou
Age: 2
Apparent Age: 16
Gender: Male (Can Change)
Race: 1/2 Arctic Fox, 1/8 Maned Wolf, 1/8 Fennec Fox, 1/4 Human (75% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Elite Mercenary of the Xavier Legion
Bio: Setne, twin of Reheti, older brother of Victoria, is McKaela and Megellin's son, and being the son of two gods, he is also a god. He is unbalanced, mostly having control over the powers of Inahtec (god of destruction, inherited from Megellin). He despises his mother, McKaela, and is always trying to find ways to kill her so that he can absorb her power and take over the universe. He does, however, care deeply for his younger sister Victoria, and will protect her no matter what.
Appearance: Setne is a grey canine with black and silver markings. His hair is shoulder-length black, usually held in a loose, low ponytail, and his eyes are gold. His left eye doesn't have a visible pupil, though he claims he is able to see through it. He's not exceptionally muscular, but he's also not scrawny, and quite tall.
Personality: Arrogant, Evil, Cruel, Condescending, Self-Important, Intelligent, Goal-Oriented, Opinionated, Slightly Insane
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Stormie Vance
Age: 45
Apparent Age: 56
Gender: Female (Can Change)
Race: Grey Wolf (100% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Freelance Mercenary
Bio: Despite her rough childhood, hidden behind a veil of seemingly non-existent emotions and stoic, stone-cold reactions, Stormie is a nice person, deep down. She is a freelance mercinary, though she sides with the Rebellion most of the time. She is somewhat close with Haiti and Eniba, and has a bit of pull when it comes to certain matters. Sometimes she finds it hard to control her anger, but she's not easy to upset.
Appearance: Medium length, choppy, layered red hair with black streaks and a few white hairs throughout, and red eyes. Not very tall, nor very short... not very fat, nor very thin. Mostly average appearance, a little worn and aged. Grey fur with black and silver markings.
Personality: Tough, Harsh, Sometimes Cruel, Apathetic, Quick-Witted, Soft-Hearted, Reluctant, Cautious
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

Character Name: Synn DeMonika
Age: 18
Apparent Age: 16
Gender: Male (Can Change)
Race: 1/2 Timber Wolf, 1/2 Thylacine (100% Ruxiel)
Occupation: Commander of the Anti-Legion (Rebellion)
Bio: Synn is the son of Haiti and brother of Rath, from a different father. He is in charge of commanding the Rebellion's forces. He is young, but intelligent and quick witted. Fights in a very feral way, but switches styles at random. He is passionate about his work and cares deeply for his family. He, like his sister, is highly attracted to Setne, and easily controlled by him. He can sometimes be gullible, but he has very strong family values and will always put them first.
Appearance: White wolf-like canine with silver stripes in sets of three all over his body, bright green eyes, and black wild and spiky hair. Tall and lanky, not outwardly muscular. His stripes can turn green or whatever colour his eyes currently are, and glow in the dark if he wants them to. Nifty for raves. He usually wears leather and chains.
Personality: Sarcastic, Arrogant, Mischevious, Adventurous, Always Stands His Ground, Caring for His Family, Passionate, Sometimes Faggy
Other Notes: For More Information, Visit Site (SITE NOT CURRENTLY AVAILABLE. SHOULD BE SOONISH.).

 

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Other Profiles:

Gaia Name: Samiur
Character Name: Alma Sergio Abdoe
Age: 31
Apparent Age: Early thirties
Gender: Male
Race: Albino Mouse
Occupation: Newly appointed weapons research head in Kahikite.
Bio: Sleeper agent for the Anti-Legion, and passionate about his work in robotics before a Turn of events landed him a "Promotion" As a weapons research head of the Laboratory in Kahikite. A man of morals Alma is down to earth and terribly unlucky.He is brash and sarcastic at times, but Alma always keeps his temper in check.
Appearance: Alma stands at about 5'8" and has a slender build. White fur Red eyes and white hair that is more likely than not messy and neglected.
Personality: Intelligent, Composed, Moral, Observant, Unlucky, Quietly Passionate, Loves Irony, Brash at times,a tad hemophobic,and a bit
dense when it comes to Flirting and the likes.
Other Notes: None.

Forum Name: Demon Eyes Zero
Character Name: Fai Hikaru
Age: 18
Apparent Age: Teens
Gender: Male
Race: white kitsune
Occupation: none
Bio: Fai is a traveler and a theif. He stole his way into the fortress to escape authorities on the outside. He makes a small living playing music for passer-bys and breaking into places to sleep.
Appearance: http://i452.photobucket.com/albums/qq243/jeeisme/037.jpg He stands at around 6'4 with grey blue hair and tail tips.
Personality: A carefree dreamer who believes he has little to lose. Relaxed and Quick thinking
Other Notes: none

Forum Name: Katakeome
Character Name: Gwen Rift
Age: 13
Apparent Age: Young
Gender: Female
Race: Calico
Occupation: None
Bio: A young street urchin who was arrested for stealing from the Legion. Afterwards, she was let go and allowed to stay at the fortress. Kind and collected, she's hard to find away from Kata's side, to whom she's grown to love like a brother.
Appearance: Skinny and short at about 4'1". White fur with calico patches of black and tan. Shoulder length chocolate brown hair. The last 9 inches of her tail are crooked and disfigured.
Personality: Friendly but shy, kleptomaniac, curious, sometimes childish.
Other Notes: None.

Forum Name: Katakeome
Character Name: Katakeome Rust
Age: 18
Apparent Age: Late Teens/Adult
Gender: Male
Race: Red Fox
Occupation: Assassin
Bio: From delivering pizza to delivering lead, Kata is easy-going and carelessly professional. Recruited by McKaela, he left his life behind to start anew in the Legion.
Appearance: Standing slender at 5'9". Rusty red/orange fur, save for the cream of his chest, neck, and belly. Black "sleeves" along his forearms and calfs. Short-medium length black hair.
Personality: Bored easily, annoyed easily, apathetic, sarcastic, slightly sadistic, tactless.
Other Notes: None.

Gaia Name: Samiur
Character Name: Nico Asumin Abdoe
Age: 20
Apparent Age: Early twenty's
Gender: Female
Race: Mouse
Occupation: None
Bio: Sister to Alma. She left home to investigate their fathers death at the age of 17. After a year her findings led her to Russia. She was held by the Russian Mafia for 2 years before she made an escape. Nico is easy to piss off but also quick to forgive. Certain events in her past have made her Slightly Autophobic, and deeply Pyrophobic. Softspoken when her temper is under control, she has a wayward smile and a delicate touch.
Appearance: Nico is about 5'6". She is white with tan spots,Dark brown eyes, and Deep red jaw length hair that's usually neatly brushed.
Personality: Brash, critical, Autophobic, Pyrophobic, Withdrawn
Other Notes: None

 

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White List:

Daniel LB
Katakeome
McKaela Kaiyou
Megellin Kaiyou
RavendorFoxx
Samiur

 

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Black List:

None yet, which is a good thing. Let's keep it this way.

 

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Reserved.

 

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[McKaela Kiama]

First Post:

It was now late winter, near the end of January. In the fortress and the small town of Kahikite, weather wasn't usually very warm anyway. The species still wandered the streets in their various jackets and sweaters. Snow covered the trees and the grass. The paths had rock salt sprinkled on them, and the streets were kept in check with snow plows. But it wasn't as cold as it could have been, especially for those with fur.

The patrons of the local pub, Rick's Place, just outside the looming fortress walls, had nothing better to do than waste their earnings on booze and entertainment. Every town has it's rejects of society, after all. They'd claim that since the sun is going down it's much too cold to brave the winter air; they needed something to warm them up first. Spirits should do it.

Another wasted night, literally, bar lined with ruxiel and humans alike, coexisting if only for the sole purpose of drowning their various sorrows... just to end up waking up in someone else's bed next to a creature they thought was a lot better-looking the night before. Likely, though, it wouldn't even be the gender they had expected.

Of course, Friday night was a special night for Rick's Place. Some came only because of the entertainment. Nope, no strippers here, just three ruxiel up on stage with instruments. The band called Stigmata, just a little local band with unprecedented world-wide fame, played there every week as the weekend began. People came from miles around as, even though the band members had their own well-known and infamous histories when it came to the media, they still couldn't deny that they were quite good when it came to their music.

The show had already been going for most of the evening, and after a short break, they were getting ready to play the final song of the night. A silver-grey female ruxiel with white markings, black stripes, gold eyes, and tapered shoulder-length gold hair with black streaks steps up to sit behind the glittery silver and black-striped drums [x]. She's wearing a black crop top and fishnet short-sleeved top with silver studs around the collar and the gap in the top of the sleeves [x], and a pair of black UFO pants with forest camouflage print on the legs [x]. Her feet are covered by a pair of black high tops with green accents and white soles [x].

Next up, standing at a microphone on the right of the stage in front of the drums, is a black male ruxiel with white markings, blue eyes, and white hair that goes down to the back of his knees, tied back in an impressive braid which is held put with a small black ribbon. He wears a simple white tank top [x], and a ratty old pair of light blue jeans [x]. A pair of black and grey Converse skating shoes protect his feet [x]. He holds a dark blue metallic bass guitar with pretty metallic swirls designed into the fingerboard [x], and turns back slightly to stare at the curtain that he'd emerged from. By now the crowd is starting to become excited, and waits in anticipation of the next person to emerge.

The last person to step on stage is a brown female ruxiel with black and white markings, blue left eye, silver right eye, and long, messy, emo-style white hair. Her style of clothing is a little more promiscuous and unique than the other two. Literal double-D's are packed into a tight leather corset with two rows of lacing in the front with zipper in between them [x]. A pink plaid miniskirt barely keeps her from being completely exposed to the audience a few feet below them [x], though underneath some could get a peek at a small black thong [x]. The skirt was held up with a black belt with silver bullets strapped into it [x], and hanging from it on her side is a silver flask with black leather and silver studs [x] and a small satchel-like purse, since she didn't have pockets to shove things in [x]. Fishnet thigh-highs [x] are held up by lacy black garters [x] and a hidden garter belt beneath her skirt [x]. Upon her head, resting in her hair, are a pair of Oakley sunglasses [x], and placed on her feet are a pair of leather stiletto boots [x].

She carries an x-shaped electric guitar with delicately painted metal decoration on the front [x]. She takes the microphone to the left of the male, quietly adjusts it, does a quick test with her unplugged guitar, and then proceeds to plug it in. The speakers click angrily at her, the audience winces just slightly at the loud sound, but it's over in no time. Clearing her throat and glancing back to the male on her right, who nods to her, and the female behind her, who gives her a thumbs-up, she looks out over the crowd and digs a small scrap of paper from between her breasts.

"Evenin' again, Rick's Place patrons. Let's give a round of applause t'Ricardo for havin' us, an' a well-stocked bar as per usual," her voice is thick with Irish accent, and faintly slurred. The crowd responds to her with a thunderous roar of clapping and cheering. Once they settle down, she brings her lips close to the microphone once more. "Our last song of the night is a special request from a person in the audience." She looks out over the patrons, spotting the man she spoke of near the back of the room, seated by a lovely woman. They're both human. She flicks her tail uncomfortably, it brushing against the satchel on her side.

"Song's a favourite ah mine an' me brother Adrien," she motions to the male beside her, then to herself, "most of ya have heard us play it before, m'sure. It's called Broken, by Seether an' Amy Lee." She pauses shortly to glance at the male, the female behind her, and then out over the audience once more before stepping back slightly and beginning to lightly strum the guitar in her paws.

Adrien steps up to the microphone he stood behind, also strumming his bass, thick, rich voice with a hint of a similar accent to the woman's starting as he sings, "I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh. I wanna hold you high, and steal your pain... away. I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well. I wanna hold you high and steal your pain."

Soon the woman steps up to her microphone again as well, harmonizing with Adrien, "Cuz I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away."

"You've gone away, you don't feel me here... anymore," Adrien sings.

The percussion begins, and the woman starts her verse now, with a clear, angelic voice, "The worst is over now, and we can breathe again. I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain," then both, "away." Alone again she proceeds, "There's so much left to learn," both, "and no-one left to fight." Again she sings alone, "I wanna hold you high and steal your pain."

"Cuz I'm broken when I'm open, and I don't feel like I am strong enough. Cuz I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away," they both sing together, then a short instrumental proceeds, followed by a second chorus, "Cuz I'm broken when I'm open, and I don't feel like I am strong enough. Cuz I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away." One more quick instrumental break, one more half-chorus, "Cuz I'm broken when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone," and Adrien finishes, "away."

Then Adrien one last time as the woman harmonizes a bit, "You've gone away, you don't feel me here... anymore."

Once they're finished, the crowd is in an uproar, cheering and screaming. It was like they were at some major concert, not just some local bar with performers on a rickety stage. When they settle, the woman speaks into the microphone just once more, "Brian would like to dedicate that song to his beloved Mary, and he has a special question for her tonight..." As she says this, the man opens a small ring case and shows it to the woman, who leaps into his arms sobbing happily.

The performers take a few light bows and wave to the crowd, before the woman sets her guitar down on one of the nearby stands and starts backstage again where she'd just come from, the stairs onto the stage hidden behind the curtain. Adrien stops her, though, paw placed on her shoulder. "McKaela, wait."

"What?" McKaela turns back toward him.

"The equipment?" Adrien stares toward her sternly.

Tapping her foot lightly on the wooden stage top, she grunts. "You usually put it up by yourselves, why's tonight any different?"

She was right of course; they didn't need her to help them. But then again, he seems disappointed by her answer. "McKaela, I already told you that Kat an' I have plans tonight. You said you could handle the equipment yourself, remember?"

"Oh," McKaela softly mumbles, glancing to all the stuff she needed to put away. She definitely didn't want to have to do it. "No worries, I'll get it done, Adri. Just one quick drink, I'm not leavin' yet."

"One quick drink turns into another, McKaela," speaks the female that played the drums, stepping over to stand next to Adrien and lean lightly on his arm. Her accent was much different, familiar to most as the accent of those who spoke Kahikiteni, the native language of the ruxiel, fluently from birth. However, this was the accent of ruxiel royals. "We know you better than that."

"Kat's right," Adrien agrees, nodding to McKaela.

"Settle down, I promise the stuff'll get put away right after I get me a quick drink!" McKaela pulls away from Adrien and runs down the stairs to the bar, grabbing up an empty stool.

Adrien sighs. "Bet she's gonna pay someone to do it for her, lazy bum." He shakes his head.

Kat, whose first name was actually Kataisei, Kat just being a shorter, easy little nickname, giggles to Adrien. "At least it'll get done, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." He nods to Kat. "Well then, shall we?" He offers his arm to her.

"We shall," she wraps her arm around his and they walk out of the bar together.

McKaela, of course, remains at the bar. The tender, Ricardo, steps over to her with a large bottle of Bacardi 151 and hands it to her. She takes it readily and uncaps it, drinking straight from the bottle as though the contents were simply water, looking around for some poor sap to do her work for her. "You there," she points to a man at the end of the bar, "how'd you like to win back that money you lost in that bet, huh? And then some. Go home to the wife and kids an' not have t'tell them that you can't pay yer bills again this month, knowing that they'll be takin' the house away from ye completely this time?"

The man she'd approached looks at McKaela as though she's crazy, then starts to tear up, nodding, "I... I'd do anything! But... how did you--"

"Never mind that," McKaela groans, reaching into the satchel on her hip and retrieving a small cloth bag that filled about half of the thing itself. It jingles with the sound of coins. "There's a good fifteen valimite in here," a value of about a thousand dollars each, "you can have it if you'll earn it."

"F-fif...teen..." He shakes his head frantically, "Wh-what do you want me to do?" He was honestly afraid of what she might ask of him. He was but a lowly human after all.

"Jus' pack up our equipment an' put it backstage so I can load it intah me car before I go home." She grabs her keys out of her satchel bag and tosses them to the man. "It's the Aston Martin. Leave 'em under th' driver's seat with th' door unlocked when yer done." McKaela glares at the man. "Of course, if you steal somethin' or fail me in some way, I'll hunt ye down..."

The man gulps, and then glances toward the bag in her paws. He couldn't refuse an offer like that, "Y-yes, Mistress Kaiyou."

"Good." McKaela sighs. "Th' cases are backstage, jus' put the cords and microphones in the big case with th' amp, an' the rest don't have special cases, kay?" She hands him the bag. "Be quick."

"Yes, Mistress Kaiyou!" He salutes her in the traditional way of the Legion; right hand held at eye level, fist balled up. He had another chance at life, and this time he wasn't going to gamble it away. He bows his head and immediately runs backstage, giving himself a few moments to settle down before handling the expensive equipment.

As for McKaela, she quietly steps out the front door and walks a short distance to the alleyway between the bar and the abandoned building next door. Taking a look around to make sure the coast is clear, she moves to sit on a nearby crate and dig something else out of the satchel at her side, a small syringe. This was what she'd received from the man who'd proposed to the woman after dedicating that last song.

Gingerly, McKaela places the tip of the needle against the crook of her arm, sliding it into her skin with a cringe. She hates needles, but for that comfortably high feeling, she'd do just about anything. With a deep breath she injects herself with the clear liquid and tosses the needle into some nearby bushes. All the druggies did that, and nobody suspected it yet.

After only a couple of minutes, McKaela's high as a kite, giggling to herself as she sits barely upright upon the crate. But perhaps it was a bit much, before thirty minutes is even up she's fallen off and passed out in the snow in the alleyway.

...By the time she wakes up it's dark, and she's covered in a few fresh snowflakes. She squints to see what's going on around her, before groaning lightly and closing her eyes again, looking as though she'd passed right back out, but should someone come near her she'd respond quickly.

 

[Samiur]

Alma Trudged through the nearly empty streets, He usually fancied walks
at night but the bitter cold bit at him, and his crisp new labcoat
wasn't helping to ward off the chill. Making his way down the barely
familiar streets of his new home he carried some equipment from the lab
in a box. A few tools, some mechanical parts, and a couple chemicals
that he would use for his own intellectual pursuits.
He was fortunate enough that this "Promotion" had landed him a nice
house. although he had only been there once since he arrived.

A sign caught his eye in the gleam of the moonlight.
"Ah yes,"He muttered to himself "Ricks Place." The name jumbled out of his mouth with a vague familiarity. Alma plotted the route to his home from this landmark and figured he could save himself a few extra minutes if he cut through an alleyway. He usually wouldn't have taken such a chance but the cold was nipping at him so he decided take the risk if only to get himself someplace warm that much quicker. The test
tubes jingled as he made the turn into the nearby alley. pausing for a brief moment he readjusted his grip on the box and pressed forward.  

[McKaela Kiama]

The jingle of the test tubes was what got McKaela's eyes open again, and looking around. Sky, good. Building, good. Ground... not good. That brick didn't feel great either. She groans, quite possibly loud enough that the stranger (who she had yet to notice) may have heard her, and reaches forward to use a crate to pick herself up. Unsteadily she rises to her feet, leaning on the wooden crate with both paws in front of her. "Ungh..."

And here it was below freezing and she was wearing a miniskirt. Good thing her jacket was in the car. She stumbles out from behind the crate, right into the path of the stranger. As she realizes that they're about to collide, McKaela tries to react by jumping back, but instead falls on the patch of ice beneath her feet and slides into the brick outer wall of the pub. At least she'd gotten out of the stranger's way. Grumbling, McKaela turns and attempts once more to get up, just to slip again and hit her head on the building this time. "Agh! Who th'hell left ah bunch ********' ice in th'middle of th'alleyway?!"

Claws extended now, she grabs hold of the bricks and mortar, pulling herself up and scooting along the side of the building until she's off the icy patch. Sheepishly, she dusts herself off, grumbling and cursing under her breath. Only now does she actually pay the stranger any mind, looking him over. A lab coat? "What's a weak-lookin' lil' thing like ya doin' in this part o'town?" She seemed to be no threat to him, though, pretty much unconcerned with the whole thing.

Right now, her first priority was getting down the alley and into the back parking lot to her car, which contained her jacket. She glances that way, but decides it would be rude to just walk away from the guy she nearly bowled over. As if manners ever occurred to her normally.

 

[Samiur]

His previous plan of avoiding this new acquaintance outright hoping they would do the same had just gone out the window."look if you want money i don't carry my wallet with me to or from work, so i can't hel-," His words cut off as he stepped on the ice slick. He lost his footing and fell on his back hitting the ground hard. The box he was carrying slammed into his chest as the contents flew to the cobblestones.

Alma let out a heavy sigh "I knew today was going too well." He made his way to his feet and brushed the snow from his sleeves. "As i said i don't have any money so you may as well haunt another alleyway." He winced and rubbed his chest after these words.