SilvercatMoonpaw

Character finalized.

Character finalized.

Amelia approached the bar. The crowd around it still looked acceptably sober. She wasn't up to dealing with some drunk rich guy who thought money made him completely irrisistable, and it would be bad form for her to start a fight her "first" night here. And she needed something to drink.

"Beer. Big one."

The bartender placed a large glass mug before her. She snatched it up and drained it in one go. She replaced it with a thud.

"Another one."

Amelia approached the bar. The crowd around it still looked acceptably sober. She wasn't up to dealing with some drunk rich guy who thought money made him completely irrisistable, and it would be bad form for her to start a fight her "first" night here. And she needed something to drink.

"Beer. Big one."

The bartender placed a large glass mug before her. She snatched it up and drained it in one go. She replaced it with a thud.

"Another one."

Amelia approached the bar. The crowd around it still looked acceptably sober. She wasn't up to dealing with some drunk rich guy who thought money made him completely irrisistable, and it would be bad form for her to start a fight her "first" night here. And she needed something to drink.

"Beer. Big one."

The bartender placed a large glass mug before her. She snatched it up and drained it in one go. She replaced it with a thud.

"Another one."

Link to Amelia's description for anyone that needs it:

http://www.endlessflight.net/freedom/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=155

Link to Amelia's description for anyone that needs it:

http://www.endlessflight.net/freedom/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=155

Link to Amelia's description for anyone that needs it:

http://www.endlessflight.net/freedom/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=155

The woman in the black jacket leaves the valet to his own conclusion about whether or not she's being serious, and starts up the front steps with a walk that conveys both an attractiveness and a subtly terrifying charisma. At the door she is met by the greeter.

"Name?" he asks.

She flashes him a smile, revealing her long pointed canines. "Amelia Wisecraft."

The greeter checks over the list. "Wisecraft……Wisecraft :shock: *ghrk*" He freezes on the spot, the recognition of the name finally coming to him.

Amelia pats him on the cheek. " :twisted: Good boy." Then she pushes her way through the doors.

Inside is the combined world of Freedom City's money. Amelia scans the assembled people for any changes that might have taken place in the last 10 years. She notes the moving silver statue standing next to the Japanese man in a wheelchair. 'Hmmm, they changed the policy regarding superheroes?' She would have to check this out. But first, a drink.

The woman in the black jacket leaves the valet to his own conclusion about whether or not she's being serious, and starts up the front steps with a walk that conveys both an attractiveness and a subtly terrifying charisma. At the door she is met by the greeter.

"Name?" he asks.

She flashes him a smile, revealing her long pointed canines. "Amelia Wisecraft."

The greeter checks over the list. "Wisecraft……Wisecraft :shock: *ghrk*" He freezes on the spot, the recognition of the name finally coming to him.

Amelia pats him on the cheek. " :twisted: Good boy." Then she pushes her way through the doors.

Inside is the combined world of Freedom City's money. Amelia scans the assembled people for any changes that might have taken place in the last 10 years. She notes the moving silver statue standing next to the Japanese man in a wheelchair. 'Hmmm, they changed the policy regarding superheroes?' She would have to check this out. But first, a drink.

The woman in the black jacket leaves the valet to his own conclusion about whether or not she's being serious, and starts up the front steps with a walk that conveys both an attractiveness and a subtly terrifying charisma. At the door she is met by the greeter.

"Name?" he asks.

She flashes him a smile, revealing her long pointed canines. "Amelia Wisecraft."

The greeter checks over the list. "Wisecraft……Wisecraft :shock: *ghrk*" He freezes on the spot, the recognition of the name finally coming to him.

Amelia pats him on the cheek. " :twisted: Good boy." Then she pushes her way through the doors.

Inside is the combined world of Freedom City's money. Amelia scans the assembled people for any changes that might have taken place in the last 10 years. She notes the moving silver statue standing next to the Japanese man in a wheelchair. 'Hmmm, they changed the policy regarding superheroes?' She would have to check this out. But first, a drink.

With most of the guests having arrived the valets sit outside having a smoke. However soon they heard the roar of an engine coming closer with great ferocity. They look up just in time to see a sleek black Jaguar convertible hurtling toward them. Fortunately it screeches to a halt, and a lean look young woman in a black button-up jacket with red edging and similar black pants steps out. She thrusts the keys at one of the valets.

"Scratch it and you're dead."

With most of the guests having arrived the valets sit outside having a smoke. However soon they heard the roar of an engine coming closer with great ferocity. They look up just in time to see a sleek black Jaguar convertible hurtling toward them. Fortunately it screeches to a halt, and a lean look young woman in a black button-up jacket with red edging and similar black pants steps out. She thrusts the keys at one of the valets.

"Scratch it and you're dead."

With most of the guests having arrived the valets sit outside having a smoke. However soon they heard the roar of an engine coming closer with great ferocity. They look up just in time to see a sleek black Jaguar convertible hurtling toward them. Fortunately it screeches to a halt, and a lean look young woman in a black button-up jacket with red edging and similar black pants steps out. She thrusts the keys at one of the valets.

"Scratch it and you're dead."

Well, I'm joining up. And she's not the "terribly polite socialite" type. :mrgreen:

Well, I'm joining up. And she's not the "terribly polite socialite" type. :mrgreen:

Well, I'm joining up. And she's not the "terribly polite socialite" type. :mrgreen:

I was mainly planning on joining the Midnight Club thread. Hopefully I won't need a character sheet yet, but as you can see from "Possible EDIT" that means little more than some different combat feats and less Sense Motive.

I was mainly planning on joining the Midnight Club thread. Hopefully I won't need a character sheet yet, but as you can see from "Possible EDIT" that means little more than some different combat feats and less Sense Motive.

I was mainly planning on joining the Midnight Club thread. Hopefully I won't need a character sheet yet, but as you can see from "Possible EDIT" that means little more than some different combat feats and less Sense Motive.

Well I posted what I said before I knew that the Emissary was just a guest.

Well I posted what I said before I knew that the Emissary was just a guest.

Well I posted what I said before I knew that the Emissary was just a guest.

I was invited to play, and given a reason to attend by the person that made the thread, I'm unappreciative of the snark here.

I was just making a comment. For one thing it's important to know when things called out in the Freedom City setting book are being changed, and this would be one of them.

I was invited to play, and given a reason to attend by the person that made the thread, I'm unappreciative of the snark here.

I was just making a comment. For one thing it's important to know when things called out in the Freedom City setting book are being changed, and this would be one of them.