Name: Peter (Pyotr) E. Sheffield
ID: L-1707
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Peter E. Sheffield
A mercenary, just now figuring out who to fight for.
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Genesis
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Joseph_Bennett, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
So begins...
Peter E. Sheffield's Story
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Mitch noticed a few more presences pop up randomly around the vast grassland of Genesis. This made him very excited. New pups...and one very OLD tiger. Hmm...Mitch could sense darkness in all of them except one. That one had an interesting quality.
So one whom was very old and seemed dangerous. One whom seemed lost and new, and another who was also new, but seemed not lost at all.
So very interesting.
Mitch looked at Haz, wondering if he was going to get on with his decision.
"If you dont want to go to the city, you can play with the other new arrivals. But I think miss goody no shoes here has a job to do, so it would be best to choose wisely."
So one whom was very old and seemed dangerous. One whom seemed lost and new, and another who was also new, but seemed not lost at all.
So very interesting.
Mitch looked at Haz, wondering if he was going to get on with his decision.
"If you dont want to go to the city, you can play with the other new arrivals. But I think miss goody no shoes here has a job to do, so it would be best to choose wisely."
Peter R. Sheffield moves his arms to part the tall wheat, and starts walking, trying to find sentience that he can question, or at least talk to.
Peter R. Sheffield draws a machete from an over-the shoulder sheathe and begins to cut his way through the grain, trying to get out.
Peter continues on his journey, cutting through the grain, stopping to check his compass if he's going the right direction every once in a while.
"Great! I'll be right back then!"
Mitch decided he was done with feeling guilty, especially since the atmosphere of the whole place changed with the arrival of the new pups. It was time to greet at least one of them. Mitch didnt want to jump again, so he decided he would use the earth this time instead.
Mitch concentrated for a little bit, and the aura of sandy brown nature returned. It could be seen by even Haz. The aura suddenly collapsed in onto Mitch, and when it did, Mitch turned into sand that seemingly instantly dispersed in the wind.
The sand movement was a technique used for long distance travel. It was certainly something that Mitch needed alot of time to master as well. But once he did, he practically never used it. He just loved jumping around too much, or surprising people with a burial travelling technique.
Mitch would feel out the exact area of which Peter was cutting through the grass. He would appear directly behind him, silently materializing and pulling together the sand molecules to form his small stature of a boy once more. Mitch was prepared for a surprise attack from the fellow. But surely this little pup whom was lost, could join the merry group!
"Hello! I'm Mitch, and you are?"
Mitch decided he was done with feeling guilty, especially since the atmosphere of the whole place changed with the arrival of the new pups. It was time to greet at least one of them. Mitch didnt want to jump again, so he decided he would use the earth this time instead.
Mitch concentrated for a little bit, and the aura of sandy brown nature returned. It could be seen by even Haz. The aura suddenly collapsed in onto Mitch, and when it did, Mitch turned into sand that seemingly instantly dispersed in the wind.
The sand movement was a technique used for long distance travel. It was certainly something that Mitch needed alot of time to master as well. But once he did, he practically never used it. He just loved jumping around too much, or surprising people with a burial travelling technique.
Mitch would feel out the exact area of which Peter was cutting through the grass. He would appear directly behind him, silently materializing and pulling together the sand molecules to form his small stature of a boy once more. Mitch was prepared for a surprise attack from the fellow. But surely this little pup whom was lost, could join the merry group!
"Hello! I'm Mitch, and you are?"
Peter R. Sheffield turns around, sorta startled, and sheathes his machete, but flips open the strap on his holster. "I'm L-1707, or Peter." He says.
Mitch was amused at the calm reaction of the new pup. He decides to try and play it straight forward for a little. He put his hands behind his head, and began to sway side to side playfully. You could see the blue eyes of his glow a little as he become excited and intrigued. The skull helmet on his head would look like it's supposed to fall, but it wont. Even after all of the precarious swaying.
"You are lost correct? Would you like to join me and the other two nearby? We are soon heading somewhere that allows for a little more understanding of where you are." Mitch said.
"You are lost correct? Would you like to join me and the other two nearby? We are soon heading somewhere that allows for a little more understanding of where you are." Mitch said.
The Butcher of Wing City emerges from the tall grass, groaning and moaning in hectic confusion as he lumbers forward menacingly.
Mitch finished his sentence and felt another presence stirring around. This one was the darkest of all the ones whom arrived recently. Certainly someone that would end up being...problematic. Unless they are the type to overwrite their own nature for something less expected, and more interesting. But Mitch was usually not wrong about people's intent. Their aura always spoke loudest. This person was dangerous and Mitch could sense it from a distance.
He looked over in the direction of that presence, he couldn't see over the grass, but it was like he could see through it. Given that Mitch's sight is that of upper beings, this wasn't difficult to believe. Especially after the display from earlier.
Mitch decided to contact Ondona. He locked onto her aura and sent a mental message.
"There is a chance that we might run into trouble with that new arrival. Keep a...metaphorical eye out." he telepathically relayed to Ondona.
In the meanwhile, he turned his attention back to the pup he was standing in front of. It was weird that he had his holster open, but I suppose in a situation like this one...well, Its more than expected.
He looked over in the direction of that presence, he couldn't see over the grass, but it was like he could see through it. Given that Mitch's sight is that of upper beings, this wasn't difficult to believe. Especially after the display from earlier.
Mitch decided to contact Ondona. He locked onto her aura and sent a mental message.
"There is a chance that we might run into trouble with that new arrival. Keep a...metaphorical eye out." he telepathically relayed to Ondona.
In the meanwhile, he turned his attention back to the pup he was standing in front of. It was weird that he had his holster open, but I suppose in a situation like this one...well, Its more than expected.
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The Butcher left the scene and should not be tagged here, see post just above yours.
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This whole place seemed to be more livley than usual...From simply two people more and more people seemed to be coming to Genisis. The goddess gave a small smile, well they seemed to not be harming anyone...That was until she caught a n all too familiar smell. The smell of blood along with the presence of someone akin to a hunter...But one who hunted humans...How a being like that came here she would not know but as quickly as the presence arrived it vanished...At least from this area...
She simply nodded in response, no words was needed to be relayed after all.
She simply nodded in response, no words was needed to be relayed after all.
Mitch looked at the person asking about him. He smiled.
"I'm not important. At least...WHAT I am is not important. However, you escaping this place is. Would you like to go about doing that? Would you like to have some fun? There is money to be made for you, and adventure for me."
Mitch looked over in the direction of a ship, that really shouldnt be where it is. But he has seen far weirder things. So a ship showing up into the land of the spirits? Not weird enough to make him flinch. But it is enough to get him amused. Mitch sent out his senses into the direction of the first friend he met. He felt him moving away from Ondona. He was curious as to where the guy was going. He certainly was on an agenda to get somewhere...no wonder really. After Mitch's little display.
"You tryna catch a ride or explore this land? Your choice. Make it fast, I'm leaving right after your answer."
"I'm not important. At least...WHAT I am is not important. However, you escaping this place is. Would you like to go about doing that? Would you like to have some fun? There is money to be made for you, and adventure for me."
Mitch looked over in the direction of a ship, that really shouldnt be where it is. But he has seen far weirder things. So a ship showing up into the land of the spirits? Not weird enough to make him flinch. But it is enough to get him amused. Mitch sent out his senses into the direction of the first friend he met. He felt him moving away from Ondona. He was curious as to where the guy was going. He certainly was on an agenda to get somewhere...no wonder really. After Mitch's little display.
"You tryna catch a ride or explore this land? Your choice. Make it fast, I'm leaving right after your answer."
In front of Claire, a sphere of indescribably bright light shimmered into view. The sphere of light began to morph, and change into a strange figure shrouded in curtains of light, two silver eyes peering out from behind the luminal shroud.
"Welcome, my child." The figure said, a deep male voice reverberating through the golden fields of Genesis.
"Welcome, my child." The figure said, a deep male voice reverberating through the golden fields of Genesis.
The shimmering figure paused for a moment, and then replied.
"You are, as I once was, and I am what you may yet become." The figure said cryptically.
"This place is called Genesis."
"You are, as I once was, and I am what you may yet become." The figure said cryptically.
"This place is called Genesis."
Peter grimaces as he hears the noise of a ship, wondering himself how it got... Here, wherever 'here' was. Holding his helmet in one hand, he looks up, at the sky, and contemplates for a couple seconds if he could be dead. In all views, he may be. But he feels... New. Like he hasn't even started living. So he puts on his helmet, looks at this Mitch fellow, and asks him a question.
"Where to next, friend?"
He doesn't know if he should consider Mitch a friend, for the being seems too... Afloat, like he's not anchored to reality. But he's also the first person he met, and Mitch seems friendly enough.
So he decides to trust him.
"Where to next, friend?"
He doesn't know if he should consider Mitch a friend, for the being seems too... Afloat, like he's not anchored to reality. But he's also the first person he met, and Mitch seems friendly enough.
So he decides to trust him.
Was that the sound of a ship? She had learned of this technology in the past, but had never seen one up close in person. Her ears picked up on the slightest mechanics and inner workings. Elvish ears tended to be more sensitive to that sort of thing, although it could be a great annoyance at times. Aetheria watches the man and looks to where he's gazing: it is a ship! She was able to gaze at it in wonder for a few moments, before turning her attention to Joseph. She crept from her hiding place and watches the man with a careful movement. She didn't want to startle him, but she wanted to find out more. When the man put his helmet on, she marveled at the design of the strange helmet. Aetheria approached with caution and attempted to introduce herself as a friendly being. Her weapons were sheathed and she smiled. "Hello. I am Aetheria. Are you lost?" She asked Joseph, distracted by his helmet.
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