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maskormods) wrote in
etcelsior2015-01-30 02:34 pm
sure, jan

TEST DRIVE MEME
Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!
Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at anyone's thread, either!
And remember to have fun!01. Your memory is hazy and you might feel increasingly frustrated or anxious, or maybe you're excited as soldiers march past, barely glimpsing you. One second you're somewhere underground, the next you're enveloped in blue light, and suddenly you find yourself directly under Flordia sun's bright and burning glare. A female soldier steps toward you with a wide smile on her face and directs you to a car, ready to debrief you. You realize you are not the only one, surrounded by equally confused or eager faces... and you're all sporting a digital tattoo on your wrist.
02. Welcome to Cape Canaveral, where the smell of the ocean is in the air and locals are more than pleased to see new imPorts roaming their streets. They wave, they cheer, they ask for pictures as politely as they can. The more inhuman you look, or if you're wearing a costume, the more likely locals are to approach. Hey, enjoy the moment! The popular malt shop is offering you a free drink if you need it.
03. The technology in this world is certainly something. The cars are clearly modeled after popular 50s cars, but they hover several feet above the ground as they drive down the street. There are digital jukeboxes in restaurants, motorcycles also hover through traffic, advertisements can be seen on a digital projector on the taller buildings. Even kids on skateboards appear to drift a safe ten feet off the ground while playing!
04. Wherever you are, you can hear the loud revving of an engine, distance at first before you finally see it: a hovercar bursting around the corner, going beyond the maximum speed limit and just barely making its sharp turn. It doesn't appear to be slowing down any time soon, not with two police cars trailing it... and uh oh. Those skateboarding kids don't have much time to get out of the way as the car comes speeding down the road. You've been brought here for a reason Hero — so you better act fast.

Charlie Maxwell | Original Character
[ Charlie has never, ever had the desire to be famous. He was perfectly fine with his unassuming little life in his unassuming little bookstore, far, far away from anyone who could ever recognize him. And when you live your entire life knowing that there will be dire consequences if normal people ever found out that you had legitimate magical powers? It's hard to shake that feeling of dread whenever a person looks at you with that expression that says they know.
He looks pretty unassuming, which is a point in his favor, but after getting cornered a couple of times, he thinks it's time for a getaway.
It's easy enough to cause a distraction- a quick spell sketched into the air behind his back, in subtle movements- and something goes crashing over, or someone's hat goes flying away despite the lack of breeze.
Charlie ducks into the first open door he can find. Is it the malt shop? Is it the place where you work? Is it a public restroom that may or may not just be for ladies??? Could be anything, really.
He leans his back against the nearest wall, heaving a sigh and muttering, ] I'm too old for this shit.
((OOC; Charlie is a wizard with the ability to animate inanimate objects. For the curious, he has a baby bio on his profile.))
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When someone steps in the door, she didn't look up, at least, not until he speaks. Then she glances over, sees the crowd outside, and figures it out.]
Oh? Are you new?
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Yeah. Not used to the attention.
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[Winry nods at a shorter, older man, with white hair and a mustache. He had a camera in one hand, and he wore a pair of tinted glasses.]
I think he makes trading cards with the pictures he takes.
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Well, I hope he got my good side.
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Her gaze follows someone--one of the newbies, looks like, from the way the locals fawn over him--and she watches closely enough that she's intrigued when she notices the distraction that ensues after a flick of his finger. And then when he passes by the window and walks through the door, and leans against the wall, she grabs her drink and makes her way over. ]
Funny, you don't look that old.
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[ it's an easy enough excuse. ]
I hope you're not here to ask for an autograph, too.
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[ She says it with enough amusement in her tone for him to be able to tell she's being sarcastic. ]
That was a cool trick that you pulled back there, though.
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Oh, sorry, I must have mistaken you for the other guy who did the thing with his fingers.
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[ Welcome to the pawn shop, bro, where one Peter Quill is sitting at the register, feet up on the counter. (Evidently, Peter was raised in a barn.) "Come and Get Your Love" might just be audible over the tiny speakers of Peter's headphones, which hang from his neck. ]
How many days from retirement are you?
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Man. You're getting mowed down for sure.
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[... Except for the guy standing in front of the mirror, a little hunched over to keep a pair of massive horns from scraping the ceiling. He's poking at a half-healed injury, squinting, and frowning.]
[Sure, there were mirrors here and there back home. But they were usually shitty little hand things. Fragile things rich assholes had in hand all the time. It made seeing yourself really hard to do when you were his size.]
[And when there was no Vivienne around and you wanted to see if the scar on the back of your shoulder really did look like a wyvern's--]
[Oh.]
[There's someone else here.]
[The Iron Bull stops the prodding at the soon-to-be scar, and lifts a hand in greeting to the human against a wall.]
Hey.
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... Hi?
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[So he keeps his hands in view, settling them on one of the sinks, taking care to keep his stance casual. Not that he has a weapon on him, but hey. Body language says more than most people think.]
Must be some rough crap if a guy like you is too old for it.
[He offers a lopsided smirk.]
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... Possibly rude question, but what are you?
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[Like indoor plumbing. Holy shit. That was great.]
[The question though, that gets a pretty big chuckle out of him.]
Right, yeah. I forget no one here has ever seen qunari before. [A gesture at his chest.] That's me. I'm qunari. The... people. If you want a name, I go by The Iron Bull.
[Aw yeah, smooth.]
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If he’s even a man, he looks pretty young to Clark’s eyes.]
Uhm, hi. Too old for… what, exactly?
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You're one of the newest arrivals, I'm guessing?
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