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Farai
Her name is Farai. She doesnt remember much of her past, she is a street kid in NYC. Strong willed, fiesty, and sweet.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by LittleBoots
Description
She is around 5'7. Curvy, yet slender. Long legs, toned from running around the city/ She has a short, raven, pixie cut. She is about 17. Bronze skin, big brown eyes. Pouty mouth and a beauty mark just above the corner of her smile. She sports a white wife beater, jean shorts that come up to mid thigh. Slightly tatterd. Black Dr. Martens that always seem to be coming undone. They cover her calves. She wears a silver neckalce with a key pendant that she's always had.
Personality
She's a fiesty girl. Sweet and kind. Trusting and naive, yet knows when to show her tough side. Loud and funloving if comfortable around people. Shy and reserved if uncomforatble. Gets "feelings" about things that come true. She gets lonely sometimes, but eing alone is the safest way to live.
Equipment
Flashlight, pocket knife, pepper spray, brass knuckles, slingshot.
History
She doesn't remember who she is. Her only source of identity is a necklace with a key pendant. Enscribed on the back is " To Farai, my darling baby. Look for me when you are able. ~ M.H.M"
So begins...
Farai's Story
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"Oh god. Oh, god. Oh, sweet, baby jesus." Casper murmured, as he moved deeper into the room. He heard the gun go off, and he heard,
'You're going to die, though.'
and no way was he going to fight off a group of thugs with a floor lamp. He wasn't batshit insane enough. But, he knew that Gabby kept a gun somewhere around her room, so that's where he started. Under the bed. A quick swipe, then the closest drawers, when that was to no avail.
And, bingo. She wasn't exactly trying to hide it, he supposed. If anyone broke into her bedroom late at night, the bedside drawer was certainly the place to keep a pistol. He grabbed the gun by it's handle, and crept to the door.
There was a brief moment, before he'd unlocked it, and ran to take cover behind the bed.
The shot had hit Farai.
There was no dodging, no time to react, and barely any chance to raise their arm as they saw Seamus raise the gun. The shot ripped right through their arm, then into their chest, causing the youth to cry out painfully. They dropped to the ground on their knees, forehead pressed to the floor as they curled up in pain. Well, shit. That was certainly a dampener on their day.
"...Gabby...run...to the room with Casper..." they managed to mumble through agonized hisses. "Go..."
Her reaction was instantaneous.
"Farai!" She shrieked, going to the floor with them, one hand at her mouth as the other hovered over the entry wound. She was gasping for breath, her face pale as she tentatively rested her hand there. Stop the bleeding, she told herself, but with what?
"The HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" She screamed at Seamus, irrate and frightened and sick with shock. "Christ why couldn't you just leave us alone?!"
Her attention returned to the other, eyes worriedly searching for something, anything that could help. "I'm not going anywhere." she hissed back.
"She was annoyin' me." Seamus said as if that explained it all. "Tell your boyfriend to get out of there." Seamus told Gabby, referring to Cas. "At this point I'm a little pissed off at some chinks and you lot ain't makin' it easy on me, yeah?"
"Shea, Michael found a way out into an alley, it seems the slants ain't watchin' it. I'm thinkin' we can use it ta' cut into another buildin'." One of the Irish gangsters told Seamus.
"What's your orders?" The Irishman asked, Seamus tapping his gun against his thigh as he thought of their next move. "We lock these three in, set the buildin' on fire, get the fuck outta here and kill any Chinamen who get in our way." Seamus told his men.
"Sorry, darlin'." He said to Gabby, "You were my favorite guido plaything, but you understan' I gotta keep you quiet. It's da' big sleep for you."
'You're going to die, though.'
and no way was he going to fight off a group of thugs with a floor lamp. He wasn't batshit insane enough. But, he knew that Gabby kept a gun somewhere around her room, so that's where he started. Under the bed. A quick swipe, then the closest drawers, when that was to no avail.
And, bingo. She wasn't exactly trying to hide it, he supposed. If anyone broke into her bedroom late at night, the bedside drawer was certainly the place to keep a pistol. He grabbed the gun by it's handle, and crept to the door.
There was a brief moment, before he'd unlocked it, and ran to take cover behind the bed.
The shot had hit Farai.
There was no dodging, no time to react, and barely any chance to raise their arm as they saw Seamus raise the gun. The shot ripped right through their arm, then into their chest, causing the youth to cry out painfully. They dropped to the ground on their knees, forehead pressed to the floor as they curled up in pain. Well, shit. That was certainly a dampener on their day.
"...Gabby...run...to the room with Casper..." they managed to mumble through agonized hisses. "Go..."
Her reaction was instantaneous.
"Farai!" She shrieked, going to the floor with them, one hand at her mouth as the other hovered over the entry wound. She was gasping for breath, her face pale as she tentatively rested her hand there. Stop the bleeding, she told herself, but with what?
"The HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" She screamed at Seamus, irrate and frightened and sick with shock. "Christ why couldn't you just leave us alone?!"
Her attention returned to the other, eyes worriedly searching for something, anything that could help. "I'm not going anywhere." she hissed back.
"She was annoyin' me." Seamus said as if that explained it all. "Tell your boyfriend to get out of there." Seamus told Gabby, referring to Cas. "At this point I'm a little pissed off at some chinks and you lot ain't makin' it easy on me, yeah?"
"Shea, Michael found a way out into an alley, it seems the slants ain't watchin' it. I'm thinkin' we can use it ta' cut into another buildin'." One of the Irish gangsters told Seamus.
"What's your orders?" The Irishman asked, Seamus tapping his gun against his thigh as he thought of their next move. "We lock these three in, set the buildin' on fire, get the fuck outta here and kill any Chinamen who get in our way." Seamus told his men.
"Sorry, darlin'." He said to Gabby, "You were my favorite guido plaything, but you understan' I gotta keep you quiet. It's da' big sleep for you."
Spyri pointed west, towards a building seemingly inspired by Eastern Earth architecture, if one knew what that was.
"See that... funny curvy roof, west more? That is Master's Dojo"
"See that... funny curvy roof, west more? That is Master's Dojo"
"They have no right!" Spyri let loose, going on about how the Aschen thought they owned the place, "And really!" She didn't even have the present patience to properly appreciate the awesome vehicle they had arrived in.
"I'm sorry about that. You don't deserve that, especially after all you've been through. Wing City is great, but..." She trailed off into thought for a moment before snapping to. Aha!
"There's somewhere else we can look, for a Chi Master. Here, let's check Wing City Gardens. There's usually people meditating and talking to the flora. I bet we'll run into someone useful there!" Spyri pointed north and hopped in the kilitholulgulth.
"I'm sorry about that. You don't deserve that, especially after all you've been through. Wing City is great, but..." She trailed off into thought for a moment before snapping to. Aha!
"There's somewhere else we can look, for a Chi Master. Here, let's check Wing City Gardens. There's usually people meditating and talking to the flora. I bet we'll run into someone useful there!" Spyri pointed north and hopped in the kilitholulgulth.
“That was weird,” Niku stated plainly as he walked to the back of the dojo to retrieve his kilitholulgulth. “But not your fault, Spyri. As long as there not too many of them, I stick around.” He paused, listening to her proposition. “Okay, we go there then to the gardens. Wait… you want to go there tonight or tomorrow? It is getting late and you know where I stay,” he replied. “You will come to ho-tel tomorrow to find me?”
It was then Spyri realized Sol was setting. She nodded, leading the way to where she was staying, and leaving Niku with proper directions back to Gambit's.
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
“
Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
”
“
Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
”
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