Fantasy SED [Roleplay, Open]

[Tanfam]

You are a member of the USCAD’s (United States Canadian Dominion) clandestine espionage group, the SED (Supernatural-Espionage Division). Your powers have earned you a place in this covert and little known organization.


For centuries past they were there. For thousands of years people with supernatural powers were held in high respect. Known as shamans, magicians, and on rare occasions, gods. Then something changed, society began to fear instead of marvel. They began to hate instead of respect. And they began to hunt…. after no longer being wanted or excepted, they had no other choice but to hide, to keep secret their gifts. But a man known as X rediscovered them during the time of the Cold War. After showing his findings to the government, he was ordered to keep secret all that he found. And an organization was started, the supernatural Espionage division. Or S.E.D for short. The SED was used to spy on the Soviets and was proven to be the most effective intelligence gathering and espionage department ever conceived by the U.S. once the word got out about their success, every other country that had the means to, created a supernatural department of their own. This started the chain reaction that led to many, many wars.


Now nearly a hundred years after the first rediscovery, the wars have finally started to dwindle, partly due to the absorption of smaller countries into much larger unions. With the us and Canada being one of the most prominent. But even with relative peace there is still plenty to be done by the S.E.D, for a new, much darker threat is rising.


This is a roleplay that I have run before in a different forum and was highly successful...so I decided to try it out here.


Character Sheets Here


Posts must be one paragraph+


UPDATE: Characer sheets will not be accepted. They are closed for the time being until the current mission is finished. However, you may post it but you can not be officially "in the rp" until there is a window.

 

[madame moiselle]

This sounds amazing! No wonder why this roleplay was highly successful.

 

[Tanfam]

Why don't you join??? XD


@Esther_Silvers

 

[madame moiselle]

You're right xP. Has the character sheet been posted up yet?

 

[Tanfam]

You're right xP. Has the character sheet been posted up yet?

Yes, I linked it to the opening post.


@Esther_Silvers

 

[Tanfam]

This thread cannot fall to the second page!

 

[Tanfam]

Intro:


     With the Third World War ending about fifteen years ago, and the formation of new countries, the USCAD formed a clandestine espionage agency, the likes of the FBI, CIA, NSA to combat hostile threats in this new age. A select few, who had the talent, and skill, were sent to training camps to train. They went through numerous challenges designed to push themselves to their physical and mental limits. They learned many skills to help them in the field. However, these agents were different from those from regular espionage agencies…they had powers…hence the name of the organization: Supernatural Espionage Division, or SED.


In a secret mountain facility in the isolated Sierra mountains, this is where the base of SED lies...


Miranda watches as a helicopter approaches from the horizon of the Sierra mountains. She looks at a pocket mirror and stares at her curly blonde locks as the helicopter gets closer and closer. Her narcissistic gaze is soon broken by a messenger. 


"Miranda! The new recruits are coming!"


"I know that!" She mutters. 


"Grimms, isnt it? Why don't you fetch me a cup of tea." 


"Yes ma'am..."


"It is fitting and proper to welcome our new recruits with tea...yes...please prepare more for us.


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The messenger soon brings one of mirandas tea sets and pours a steaming hot cup for her. The helicopter lands, and the winds nearly blow the tablecloth and all of the china away, but the messenger holds the set together. Miranda gets up, still holding her cup of tea and walks over as the doors to the helicopter open...


(You guys are inside the helicopter.)


@Nicademus  @Esther_Silvers @Seraph @Wick

 

[madame moiselle]

The first one to exit the helicopter is a twenty-one year old man with dirty blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. Tattoos decorated both his well-muscled arms, and he appeared to be slightly scruffy-looking. He wasn't tall, but he wasn't short either. He wore a white cotton elbow-sleeved shirt paired with a black leather vest, some beige cargo pants and sturdy black boots. A long silver chain adorned his neck, an intricate cross being it's centerpiece. He should've looked intimidating, but one look and you could tell he was nothing more than another human being with a past filled with countless regrets and even more mistakes. 
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His name was Caleb Creston. 
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Caleb hopped off the helicopter, his blue-eyed gaze sweeping the scene before him, the wind from the helicopter messing up his hair. He saw a table holding a tea set and two women with it, not too far away; one trying to keep the tablecloth from flying away and the other standing up and coming towards him, staring at the helicopter, her gaze stern and curly blonde hair whipping in the breeze. 
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[Nicademus]

Maribelle didn't know the others that were in the helicopter particularly well. Nor was she interested. They'd be able to buddy up later, after the official business what out of the way. Belle liked to get jobs done, and properly. So, as the helicopter landed, she hopped right off, taking note of the man who had exited before her. Her pale grey eyes darted towards a flash of silver; the man held a cross, a religious symbol. Her own clothes, a simple white collar shirt with slacks, lacked any sort of personal pizzazz. Her thoughts kept note of this, Religious, eh? This job is gonna give him a lot to confess. I hope he can handle it. 

Maribelle took note of the tea set, and her face instantly set into one that said what was on her mind: Really? A shake of the head, this was going to be either a frustrating or interesting briefing. She waited for the others in the chopper to hop down, taking a firm standing so as to not lose her balance to the buffeting air of the helicopter.

 

[Wick]

The helicopter finally set down, and the door opened leading out onto a pad. The air was freezing, even after the helicopter's blades slowed down the circulation of it. After waiting for two of the others he had flown with, Milo stepped out, his feet crunching in a small patch of stray snow. A chill breeze swept across the mountains, whispering softly against his skin. He scanned the area, taking in the view for a moment before turning to the woman standing nearby them. Steam rose from the pot of tea a few feet away, matching his breath as he sighed.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

If it had been her choice, Rowanna would have rather flown to the location herself. She was not very keen on being trapped in a tight space with people she didn't know, ones with extraordinary abilities like her own nonetheless. When the helicopter landed, Rowanna let out a deep sigh of relief, knowing her discomfort would soon be over. Other members exited the helicopter before her, and she didn't much mind. Finally, it was Rowanna's turn. She stood and exited the helicopter, hopping to the ground. She wore as simple pair of grey skinny jeans, black combat boots, a light blue t-shirt, and a black jacket. Rowanna often wore long-sleeve as she wasn't a fan of showing off the various animal attack scars that adorned her body.


A woman near a plate of tea on a table stood across the way. She shivered slightly under the buffeting wind of the helicopter's blades. She would love a cup of tea right now. But she saw the woman walking closer, and decided to stay put. Combing her fingers through her chocolate brown hair, Rowanna tried to tame it. Instead, she gave up, and crossed her arms over her chest.

 

[madame moiselle]

During the helicopter ride, no one spoke. It was silent, and awkward too. Caleb didn't try to make eye contact with anybody, and was repeating his favorite verse of the Bible in his head for almost the whole time. 
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Faith doesn't make things easy; it makes them possible. 
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Luke 1:37.
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Caleb knew that was true; he'd learned it the hard way. His past was dark, and he wished it never existed, but there it was, existing, reminding him that without it, he wouldn't be the man he was today. Without God or faith in his life, Caleb was lost, burdened by life's impossibilities. With God and faith, he's still in the same position, but this time, he isn't lost, and those impossibilities just became possible. God's got him, and Caleb's got the faith to believe that.
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Caleb only hoped he had enough faith to help him through this.
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The man never imagined he would be here, standing in front of a snow-capped mountain facility, after months of rigorous training. He imagined he would in jail somewhere, or maybe even dead. Or maybe he would still be in nightclubs, wasting his life away, still lost and faithless. Caleb glanced at his hands, knowing they possessed the power to manipulate metal. Twist, contort, deform metal in any way he wished. It was pretty handy at times, but then, it could be dangerous as well. Because of this power, this ability, Caleb hurt more people than he could ever imagine. Doesn't matter if it was a police man doing his job, or maybe a drunk man he got into a tangle with back at the bar, and most of all, God. Caleb knew everything he's done in the past was a continuous blow after blow for the Father above, for the police men he's injured, and for those drunkards back at the bar. 
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But now, he can turn a new leaf. He can use his powers for good. Make it up to those people he's hurt. Might take some time, maybe an eternity, but Caleb promised himself that. And he had to keep that promise.
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Caleb realized he was self-consciously rubbing his cross necklace again. It was just a habit; whenever he was deep thought, he would immediately fiddle around with his chain. He snapped out of it, and took the moment to asses his comrades. 
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The woman next to him had sharp features and wavy red hair. She was well-toned and wore simple clothes, nothing too eye-catching. 
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Caleb heard a sigh nearby, and saw a man a few years younger than himself, looking slightly bored. He had wavy brown hair, and startling red eyes, which somehow made Caleb uneasy. 
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There was another woman next to the red-eyed man, and Caleb couldn't help but notice her loveliness. She had soft blue eyes and wavy brown hair with a few highlights. She too, wore plain clothing, nothing too serious. Caleb looked away and glanced ahead, knowing his new life had just begun. 
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[Seraph]

Slatter stepped out of the helicopter waiting until the rotors came to a complete stop and the others had made their way out. His nose was too stuck in a book to be enthralled by what was outside as he initially walked out of the helicopter taking a step down to exit continuing to read The Invisible Man. This was a book that he had read before but it just so happened to be one of his favorites because he enjoyed the psychological intensity that H.G. Wells provided in his works. Reaching one hand up he rubbed the scruff of his chin and then ran his fingers through his black hair. Biting his lower lip in deep concentration he read his book with his dark brown eyes.


He was actually quite comfortable on the snow capped mountain as he was wearing a black suit and slacks that kept at least moderately warm. Bring his hand down from his head, he adjusted his tie to better fit around his neck. He the brought his hand back to the book and lifted his face from it only because of the scent of tea. Upon looking around he saw the people from the helicopter and a woman with curly blond hair sitting at a table. To anyone looking at him his eyes looked emotionless but the same time appeared as the kind of face one might see on a lost puppy.


After that look around he awkwardly turned around in his black dress shoes to face away from them all and returned to reading his book. Slatter tended to be a quiet fellow and avoided what he considered pointless chatter to the best of his capablilty. 

 

[BlueOctober]

   Ludvig stepped from the helicopter, the suitcase he carried rattling with the movement of the numerous pigments and brushes contained inside. He reached up to his neck, and loosened his tie somewhat, paint stained fingers working their way into the space between the knot and his neck. Despite the fact that the group that he had been made a part of stood on top of a mountain, he found it quite warm. 


The weather didn't concern him though, what caught Ludvig's attention was the scenery all around him. He smiled wistfully to himself, wishing that he had a canvas, or even a pen with which to sketch the scene onto his hand.


The scent of tea did manage to distract him though, and he cast his gaze in the direction of the woman sitting back at the table. He didn't approach, however, instead opting to stand with the man with the book. While the two had neglected to speak with each other, Ludvig felt better standing next to someone else who preferred silence.

 

[madame moiselle]

The cold wind had now turned into something of a flurry, and even though it was slight, Caleb felt a shiver of goosebumps run across his spine, and he wished he had worn something warmer. He glanced at his duffel bag on the snowy ground, seeing his Bible peeking out, tiny snowflakes landing on it's leather cover. He didn't know whether if they would be given some personal time, so Caleb could take it to read and further examine his Bible, but there was a good chance there would be no such thing. He would have to resort to making his own time.
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Caleb heard footsteps crunch on the snow, and glanced to his side, seeing two more people had exited the helicopter. By now, the helicopter was rising into the air, creating whirlwinds of snow and breeze and noise, until it was off, away from the mountains. Beside the lovely girl Caleb had seen before, was another man, about five or six years older by the looks of it, his nose stuck in a book, not really paying attention to the world outside. The man glanced away once, and Caleb caught the sight of a blank expression, but even that couldn't hide the sad look of being lost being so clearly seen. The man was cleverly dressed to keep warm and to look rather classy and fashionable, a stark contrast to what the rest were wearing. After one passive look around, the man went straight back to his book.
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Bookworm, was the first thing Caleb thought before letting his gaze catch the sight of another person next to the bookworm, a young man with a wistful look on his face, the suitcase he was holding rattling with belongings. He had an artistic sense to him, and Caleb wondered for a split-second what kind of powers he may have. But then again, what kind of powers did they all have?
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@BlueOctober
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@Seraph
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@Eternal-Weekend
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@Wick
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@Nicademus
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@Tanfam
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[BlueOctober]

 Ludvig set his bag down, and turned his attention away from the woman that he had been looking at, when he may have been expecting some sort of briefing, or any other kind of information. Now that she seemed to be waiting, Ludvig turned his attention back to the snow-capped ridges that made up the majority of the scenery. 


     What kind of powers did these people have? He thought to himself, glancing at the book that one of the men held. If his own possessions were any indication, then these people carried something related to their power, well, maybe. The book, that was strange, maybe it just so happened that he and the bookworm were close enough in powers. The others, hell, he had no clue about what sort of things these people could do. 


        After turning his attention back to the mountains, Ludvig started to grow impatient. He had been drawn out of his painting, well, technically the SED had waited him out, but nevertheless he had gone with them. They had said he would be doing important work but, now? He had been doing this much use when he'd been in a painting waiting for the world to end around him.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

No one seemed to talk or get to know each other, everyone appeared to be waiting. Rowanna was still cold, and decided that she really needed that cup of tea. Stepping out from the crowd, Rowanna crossed the peak to the table where the tea sat. She poured herself a steaming cup and nodded at the assistant. She turned to the woman, bowing her head and saying, "Thank you," before crossing back over the peak to stand with the group.


Rowanna normally did not like being the unusual one or standing out from the group. But the sweet smell of perfectly brewed tea pulled her mind from the social anxiety. She wrapped both hands around the cup and took a sip, feeling it warm her instantly. Rowanna looked around at the others in the group, wondering how they would react when they saw what she could do.

 

[Nicademus]

A sigh escaped Maribelle's lips as they stood, milled about. Doing nothing. Obviously, if it were important, they wouldn't have been kept waiting. More had left the helicopter, all milling about quietly. One girl, a meek little thing, had gone for tea while another man was reading a book, of all things. Maybe it has to do with their powers... Supernaturals had a tendency to carry the things they needed with them at all times. In a sense, this made it ironic that Maribelle had nothing on her. Almighty Negate, a fun little power that left her opponent with nothing. Fitting that she had nothing special on her.
 


Maribelle relaxed a bit. There was no urgency to attend to, and everybody was idling away. Might as well make introductions. Tea girl seemed the shy sort, and Bookie was deep in reading. There was the man with the suitcase, he struck Maribelle as slightly odd. That only left the altar boy and another, quiet man who had followed right behind her. Turning to the man with the cross (Caleb), Belle said "I don't see many people with religious connections often. While we're waiting, my name is Maribelle. Yours?" She turned to the other man, who had followed behind her (Milo), and called out "You as well. What do you go by?"

@Esther_Silvers
@Wick

 

[Tanfam]

Miranda stands up on the table and claps her hands.


"Here, here!"


Immediately everyone turns to her.


"Welcome to the Supernatural Epionage Department, my name is Miranda, and I am happy to meet you." She says in a rather dull voice. 


"Since our helipad is not a good place to hold a conference, let's go inside." 


Miranda finishes her cup of tea and gives it to Grimms, who politely takes it and starts cleaning up. You guys follow her inside.


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You go into a conference room and each take a set.


"Welcome, again, I am Miranda, a high ranking member of the SED, and my power is the ability to control mirrors."


She looks at all of you.


"Now that I've introduced myself, why don't y'all do the same?"


@Seraph 


@ everybody...I'm too lazy to do all of yall


@Wick

 

[Wick]

Milo stared off at the mountains, thinking about what might be to come. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice that sounded form behind him. For a moment he had not thought it was directed toward him, but when he turned, he saw one of the others staring at him. She had deep red hair, and wasn't exactly dressed for the weather. Then again, neither was he; He had expected it to be warmer, but it appeared the mountains were a lot cooler than he had imagined. After all, the only real mountain he had ever seen before this trip was in some of the special educational books he had been provided throughout the years. Once the American government discovered what that Nazi had done to him, they had kept him secret from the world, until something could be done about it. Once the SED had been set into motion, they had decided to train him for the proper conditions before shipping him off. Guess they hadn't thought about frigid mountain air.


He was about to respond to the girl when the woman who had been standing there when they arrived spoke up. She directed them into a much warmer room inside the mountain's facility. He sat down, rubbing his upper arms to try and keep away the hypothermia that was surely slinking it's way into his system.


@Nicademus @Tanfam

 

[madame moiselle]

Caleb seemed a bit startled when the red-haired girl spoke to him, and he stood there stupidly for a few seconds before answering. "Caleb Creston," he said, his voice a bit scratchy, grabbing his duffel bag. "It's very nice to meet---"
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Caleb silenced himself, being interrupted by the stern curly-haired lady, who clapped her hands for attention, and was standing on the table. They all listened intently and silently, and followed her into the facility. The woman led them into a conference room with a long, mahogany table and sleek silver chairs. Tall narrow windows decorated the left side, filtering in gray light from the snowy outside. 
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Caleb took a seat next to Maribelle, and the red-eyed boy he had noticed earlier, as the woman, Miranda, introduced herself. When she asked for the rest to do the same, silence met her question. Caleb glanced around quickly, willing someone to just start. When no one did, Caleb sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers together. 
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"My name is Caleb Creston," he said, rather boldly, looking straight at Miranda, and then everybody else. 
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[MadiRaiCat]

Rowanna looked at thr handsome man who given his name. He had an interesting appearance with tattoos almost covering his arms entirely. She looked at in curiousity before realizing she was staring and quickly redirecting her. Miranda was still standing at the head of the table, looking strong and powerful. Rowanna could only imagined she looked shy and meek to everyone else at the table. She wasn't by any means, but was careful and untrusting when it comes to strangers. Deciding she would rather get the introductions over with, Rowanna tucked her brunette wavy hair behind her ears and said in a strong voice, "Hello everyone. I am Rowanna Wolfgang and I am a therianthrope."

 

[Meowfyre]

Michael slowly stepped out of the helicopter, giving a cursory glance around him. His curious examination was halted by the strong winds, that he brought an arm up to shelter his eyes from. Adjusting his tie with the other arm, careful that it isn't blown out of place, he continued walking forward. Quietly standing back, Michael remained until the back until his superior spoke up. When she did so he dutifully followed, quietly happy to get out of the cold. Remaining in the background, he listened to the introductions. Considering how to introduce himself, he decided to present himself as friendly. 


Stepping forward after Rowanna introduced himself, he adjusted his tie and put on a amicable smile, saying, "Агов everyone, I am Michael B. Musiyenko. And my power," at this point Michael switched to a goofy faux mystical tone and began to wave his hands as if he was casting a spell, "Is known as the "Eyes of Argus" allowing me to awaken your third eye." At this Michael snapped his fingers and an eye sprouted upon everyone's forehead. Changing into a cocky grin, Michael abandoned the mystical voice and snapped his fingers a few more times, saying as he did so, "Or fourth, fifth, as many as I want really." At these cues eyes sprouted around the room, on clothes, shoes, the walls, the floor, and even a few dozen crowded around on his face. "I can make as many eyes as I want sprout and I am able to see through each," Michael continued before clapping his hands and all the eyes closed their eyelids, disappearing. With that Michael sat back, letting the next recruit introduce themselves.  

 

[Tanfam]

Miranda


She takes notes on a notepad as everyone is introducing themselves. Who would be the most compatible with each other, who would have the most useful ability for a certain situation. Certainly Michael would be good for surveillance missions, and Rowanna would be good for infiltration missions. However, Caleb forgot to mention his power. As she writes, she taps the table repetitively with two fingers.


"Great...Caleb, whats your power by any chance? You know what, its fine, you dont have to show us...I have a feeling that the room is going to get all wrecked up...so no."


"Continue"

 

[madame moiselle]

Caleb watched as the girl he had seen earlier and thought of as beautiful, introduce herself. Rowanna Wolfgang, he thought. That's a first. He cocked his head slightly, not knowing what a therianthrope was. Some kind of creature? Power? Whatever it was, Caleb was sure it was linked to Rowanna's magical abilities. 
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When this Micheal B Musiyenko stood up and did what he did, made Caleb draw in a sharp, small gasp, as he stared at the countless eyes decorating the room. The walls, the windows, the table, the chairs. It was unusual, but interesting at the same time. Caleb had never seen anything like it. Caleb turned around to see Micheal, and couldn't help but stare at the man's many eyes on his face. It looked so strange, but before Caleb could do anything, Micheal clapped his hands and all the eyes shut their eyelids in unison, disappearing in seconds. Micheal sat back, as if it were no big deal. 
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