Alec Walker

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About Alec Walker

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CHARACTER PROFILE

  • GENDER
    Male
  • PLAY-BY
    Jason Momoa
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Heterosexual
  • RACE
    Magus
  • JOB
    Lieutenant in Cloak Division: ARMA
  • LOCATION
    Chelsea, New York City
  • FACTION
    ARMA
  • APPEARANCE
    Outside of work, Alec is always dressed almost exclusively in a button down with the sleeves rolled up. Jeans and Chinos are his pants of choice, and he sticks to suede or leather oxford shoes.

    When at work for ARMA, he consistently wears a well-fitted blazer over the shirt, often without a tie. Rarely will he remove the jacket unless heat or the situation so demands it.

    He has hazel brown hair that lightens in the summer, revealing slight streaks of blonde interspersed. His short hair is usually gelled back, with a few strands pulled down over his forehead.

    Alec is also the proud owner of a glorious beard. He takes great joy in the art of pogonotrophy, trimming the hairy growth only for the purpose of maintaining its shape.

    Aside from his rather muscular build, there is not much that would make him easily identifiable in a crowd except the long, jagged scar that runs down from the right side of his neck to the bottom left of his ribcage, which he received during a childhood car accident. A piece of glass embedded itself in his chest, somehow managing to avoid any vital organs, but producing a fair amount of blood at the time. A recent fight in close quarters gave him a scar which diagonally bisects his left eyebrow.

    Family lost and time under fire have given the magus a seemingly perpetual furrow in his brow, as though worrying about all the possible doomsday scenarios at any given moment. This contributes to a rather dour expression.
  • PERSONALITY
    Alec is a bit of a lone-wolf. He likes to isolate himself when possible, often locking his doors and plug his ears with headphones or earplugs. He doesn't come by friends easily, but those he befriends are his chief priorities, and he is loyal to them till the end.

    A long history of broken trust and failed alliances have left him scarred, both mentally and physically. Mentally, he is quick to judge, and first impressions make a stronger imprint than they would on most. A cordial greeting to him immediately creates a greater likelihood that he will accept a new acquaintance as a friend, while a violent snarl or other unpleasantness generally secures one a place on his bad side.

    In the field, however, Alec is very different from his usual isolationist self. He relies heavily on the support of his teammates, having usually studied their psychological profiles before, and (if possible), rejected any mission on which he would be assigned a potentially unstable or disagreeable partner. His reliance on his partners is an extension of his trust philosophy, and he considers them second only to family (all of whom are now dead) in importance to him.

    Now, and this is especially important, Alec considers his ARMA comrades as family, and will punish them accordingly should he discover that they have betrayed those who fight and die at their side. In his role as a Lieutenant of the Cloak Division of ARMA, however, Alec considers all people with whom he is not thoroughly acquainted to be threats, and will not bestow anyone with his full trust until he has either seen them in combat or personally evaluated their worth and dedication to their own just ideals.
  • PERSONAL BELONGINGS
    Alec carries with him an S&W model 29/629 .44 Magnum, as well as three full moon-clips for quick reloads. He makes it a point to keep a leatherman tool with him at all times.

    One of his most treasured possessions is a fountain pen, passed down through his family for generations. It's black, with a silver wolf painted onto its side.

    In his apartment, Alec has a gun safe with a Mossberg 500 and an X95R select fire rifle--Sadly, this rifle, along with its scope are completely broken as a result of magical interference. In searching for a gun to fulfill the same purpose, Alec has picked up a lever-action rifle, reminiscent of the repeaters of the old west, but chambered in 6.5 Grendel for increased stopping power.

    The fifth major possession in Alec's control is a large collection of books on various mythologies and ancient magicks, specifically of the Nordic cultures, with which Alec is most familiar. Within this collection is an early copy of the Galdrabók, containing within itself the rituals for great magical feats... but mostly a bunch of runes that don't do anything. But then again, what ya gonna expect from a 16th-century book?

STAFF APPROVED ABILITIES/SKILLS/HISTORY

  • APPROVED ABILITIES
    Low Drain:
    Basic Magi Powers (Cantrips)

    Telepathic communication: Alec connects one or two people in a closed communications loop within a circle. Alec is at the center, and it extends to a half mile radius.

    Wind Slayer:
    Alec concentrates air from the surrounding area into a hardened sphere, roughly the size of his palm. At its strongest, this ability forms a spinning ball of air which, when released, causes a slicing effect as it contacts a target. The further the target from Alec, the less force the orb imparts and the fewer cuts it makes, as the orb consumes itself for propulsion. At about 30 feet, the spell still has enough power to snap a moderate sized branch off a tree.

    Low-Medium Drain:
    Animal Communication: This can be anything ranging from simple communication of thoughts to more complex matters, such as telling an animal information to relay to another. Alec's speech may not contain any idioms, as they do not translate well into the thought patterns of the Animals to whom he speaks.

    Animal Coercion:This "control" can be broken by those with strong wills. It is a simple extension of the communication with animals. He can layer his voice, much like the Faeries of the Artemis Fowl series, creating a type of Mesmer which can overwhelm the sensibilities of weak-minded or weak-willed organisms.Animals will listen, except if they are strongly intent on completing a task at hand. Humans are sometimes affected, but only if they don't resist the spell or have had zero training in focusing their minds.

    Medium Drain:

    Ability to enter mindscapes:
    The OFL taught Alec how to enter and shape his own mindscape, and how to both enter the mindscapes of others and attempt to discover the secrets they keep hidden.

    Medium-High Drain:

    Speed-Learning Languages:
    This one is relatively self-explanatory. By extension of his ability to communicate with animals, Alec is able to speed-learn a spoken language by merely making contact with someone who fluently speaks that language, native speaker or not.

    Mental Assault:
    Alec combines his Mezmer/coercion abilities with the spell he learned from his teachers at the OFL to allow him into another person's mind, enabling him to assault the mind of a single enemy combatant and break down their mental defenses over time. Once inside, Alec can begin to cripple a magus' thought process, confusing them and, with enough time to both find and destroy a target's locus of identity, eliminating them from the inside out. A skilled mental magus can resist his assaults, while a more physically focused one is more likely to be susceptible to Alec's abilities. Player Characters will be able to defend against Alec's assaults, but it should be proportionate to their training. The chance of successful resistance would be directly proportional to the amount of mental training a target has received. This grants Alec neither an increase in physical strength nor physical resistance to harm. It simply allows him to fend for himself in a legitimate fight.

    Pigeon Smiter:
    Although this spell is actually translated more closely to "Falling Ice Shards" as it's written in the Galdrabok, Alec chooses to refer to it as his Pigeon Smiter, as that was the first thing it did on invocation. The spell essentially requires very little more than some available moisture and a mana source. It conjures ice crystals, roughly the size of a fist, then shoots them at the intended target at speeds of roughly 200 feet per second.

    The spell conjures between five and ten shards per invocation, and can be used anywhere between three and five times in a given 24 hour period before Alec has to rest again.

    High Drain

    Warg powers: Entering the mind of an animal and using it as a secondary body. Alec remains motionless and his body appears unconscious, but he gains control of this animal's body. If the animal dies while he is viewing the world through its eyes, Alec's eyesight will not return for two days, regardless of the time spent in the eyes of the animal.
  • APPROVED SKILLS
    Naturally fluent in English, Gaelic, Icelandic, Swedish, and Danish.
    Proficient in Aikido and Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, having adopted both as a means of exercise.
    Alec has become a relatively decent "dorm room chef," owing to his time spent in dorms and school.
    Near-photographic memory.
    Alec has become an expert in the customs of the Icelandic and Norse people, having lived among them for a time while doing his research.
  • APPROVED HISTORY
    Alec Walker and his younger sister, Amy, were born to an upper-middle class family in southern Georgia. The family spent much of their time in nature and with extended family members who lived nearby. Alec and Amy had lived a calm and relatively uneventful life--playing with dolls and action figures, going shooting, fishing, and reading the classics and great works of literature.

    David Walker, their father, had been a man of great integrity, a staunch believer in the importance of staying true to one's beliefs and family. He'd also been a professor of European History at Emory, and had held the post for nearly twenty five years before retiring and undergoing chemotherapy for leukemia.

    Maria Walker, Alec's mother, had divorced his father when he was 13 and Amy was 6, and had gone to live in Barcelona. No one in the family has seen her since the divorce papers were finalized.

    Alec had always favored his father over his mother, going in to his father's old study to look at and read all the ancient books, handed down from the past five generations of Walkers who had lived on the land. One of his extracurricular interests was cultivated by an old woman by the name of Hevlaska, of Nordic origin. She had noticed his interest in Norse History and the ancient texts before he or anyone else had. Hevlaska, as the local librarian, told him the old wives tales only one of her established age could tell--cautionary tales, stories of bravery, stories of heroism passed down through her culture for generations. Alec was entranced by these stories of heroes and their exploits, going to hear them every day after school, and even after Hevlaska died of a severe case of pneumonia at the age of ninety-seven, Alec continued to read and re-read her stories. He learned a number of ancient runic languages to better understand the texts, among them Elder Futhark and Omniglot Arabic.
    �Elder Futhark became his favored language. During the summer, he would spend hours in his room, writing, erasing, re-writing the runes--hoping to see something in them beyond a simple alphabet. Phrases in this language came out of his mouth naturally, as though he'd been born into a bilingual family.

    Alec graduated from his high school in 1993, going on to attend UVA.

    After his father's death in 1995, Alec took time off from school to put his home's affairs in order. By this time, he had completed his sophomore year of college at the University of Virginia.

    He would not return to his education for another two years, spending his time traveling and living in the Nordic regions of the world. At the age of 21, Alec returned to college, resumed his study of legends, linguistics, and libations. He graduated as a member of Phi Beta Kappa with both honors and a bartending license in the class of 1999, now 23.

    During his senior year at UVA, Alec grew close to one of his professors, Professor Keating, in the sociology department. Professor Keating encouraged Alec to pursue a graduate degree straight out of college.

    In 1999, Alec was accepted to the PhD program at the University of Chicago. He took seven years to finish his dissertation, becoming an authority in the somewhat vacant field of ancient Icelandic and Norse culture and commerce.

    2006 brought a dissertation defense and the beginning of the job search. Alec turned his dissertation into a book, which he managed to get into the hands of people at publishing companies. No one ever thought to publish it, however, so Alec bought an USB code and began selling it as a downloadable PDF. The income wasn't much, and Alec survived off odd - jobs until he was no longer dependent on them. He shared his Chicago apartment with a long-time girlfriend, and they managed the rent and living expenses between them. They split in 2007 over an argument about the so-called "War on Terror." Alec was against the entire conflict, while Karen, having come from a military background, was staunchly in favor of the troops and the mission of securing the nation's safety. She and Alec went their separate ways, and Alec moved to New York.

    In 2008, Alec was offered a position as a professor of history at CW Post on Long Island. He purchased a small apartment in the city and spent his nights often in the company of whomever he'd conned into going on a date with him that evening.

    2010 went by peacefully as well until May came and the sky tore in two. Alec had been in his bedroom when an odd ice blue glow burst forth from one of his shelves. An Icelandic book of magic had begun to resonate with the Nevus event. He rushed over to pick it up, and on contact, was repulsed into a wall. Unaware of the awakening of the mana within him, Alec attempted to close it again, and this time, succeeded.

    The book, Galdrabok, was an ancient Icelandic grimoire. Alec had acquired it from an odd old merchant in the town square of a small village on one of his research trips. It had been too beautifully bound and preserved to have been from the 16th century as the man had claimed, but it was worth the purchase, nonetheless.

    Alec hastily placed the book into his freezer, deeming that the safest place in case of another cold snap. He promptly went to sleep, leaving the first Draft of his syllabus for next semester half-complete.

    The following morning, Alec was awakened by the screech of "Eat shit, biped!" Needless to say, the historian was throughly confused. He shrugged it off, returning to his work. Little did he know or understand, Alec had actually heard and translated a pigeon's screech.

    Throughout the day, Alec continued to hear voices where none should have come-"I'm gonna get you!" "Nope! Now I'm in a tree!"

    It took some time, but Alec came to realize he was hearing nothing less than the thoughts and speech of animals. Squirrels and pigeons, no less.

    Slowly, carefully, he removed the galdrabók from its place in the freezer. It fell open to the active spell. Things had begun to make sense. Well, as much sense as magical books and talking rodents can anyway.

    Alec read the incantation on the next page, the invocation of a cancelation for this spell, and things grew quiet again.

    For the next few days, Alec didn't leave his apartment. He read through the book, cover to cover. Sometimes backwards, other times upside down. Spells he invoked had unintended consequences. He'd managed to remove a chunk of wall from the building, smite pigeons from the sky with bolts of ice, and wreak who knows what other kinds of havoc. Most of the time, though... the book just sat there while he danced around the room yelling the runic words on the pages, which did not respond. He found himself hoping no one was watching him.

    Alec sought out guidance in the development of his skills. That guidance came from the Order. He was questioned and introduced to the Order as a Magus in Training--not yet ready to use his powers in the field. They allowed him to take up a place within their research division until he cultivated his abilities better.

    In late 2013, Alec had become sufficiently proficient in various mental spells and techniques to be promoted and transferred into a field role. His teachers showed him how to enter and manipulate minds, how to protect himself from such assaults, and the like.

    When ARMA came into being, Alec was easily swayed towards the side of right. He swore his allegiance to Alistair's cause and was placed into the division known as Cloak once the organization's structure was determined and dust clouds had settled. For now, he trains under Lydia Slyva, and is one of the top interrogators in the division, owing mainly to his unique skill set-one not well suited for combat, but instead for the gathering of information and the absolute decimation of a single target's will to resist.

    In May of 2017, Alec was assaulted by a mentalist from the OFL, seeking to eliminate a seemingly weak target. After a protracted battle, Alec managed to break through the mentalist's defenses. He used the opening to identify her locus of identity. With that in easy access, Alec began shaping and molding her brain. By the time their encounter had ended, Alec was in possession of information about an incoming OFL strike team, and the mentalist believed herself a duck.

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  • Typist's Interests
    I'm a pretty simple guy, whose interests have been suppressed for the past four years in the process we call college admissions. From the before-time, when I was still a living human, and not under the influence of High School, I enjoyed Archery, Kayaking, Photography, and recreational Filmmaking.

    These days, my thoughts tend towards the moments at the end of the day when I can shut everything down and take a goddamn nap.
  • Typist's Role Play History
    I've been a RolePlayer for a number of years now. Floated around from place to place for a while, and the last site I was on closed down in early 2012. I took a brief break from writing to finish up my senior year of High School, resumed the summer before college, and I've been here ever since.

    AIM: alec.walker1
  • Role Play Sample
    Alec had been spread thin of late. There were so few ARMA magi who could do the work he could--who could traverse the mental landscape of the insane or the traumatized. Sometimes, new magi were forced into a situation where it truly was kill or be killed, and many of them could not handle the guilt of having taken a life. He imagined it was much like the trauma cops experienced on their jobs.

    With magic, however, the level of power one put into a spell was nowhere near as consistent as is a bullet. What was meant as a stunning bolt of electricity could just as easily have become a heart-stopping lightning bolt in inexperienced hands. A flame meant to cauterize a wound could burst into greater conflagration, consuming the limb and causing greater scarring. These events sometimes resulted in a mage's loss of confidence--the fear that their intervention caused greater tragedy than if they had simply stayed silent and let events unfold as they should have--setting these men and women on a path to magical impotence.

    In the past week, Alec had been assigned four such cases. The OFL had ceased its assaults on ARMA members; the murders of magi were far more heavily biased towards the OFL than towards ARMA; and most importantly, ARMA had solidified its place as the magical police of NYC. Things were quiet, and ARMA's most effective mentalist was being kept busy with what some might call a "pseudo-shrink" job.

    For nearly three days, Alec had gotten no more than an hour of uninterrupted sleep a night; likely due to something he'd seen in the mind of one of these magi, and had been easily convinced that a visit to one of the city's few practicing individuals with psychiatric training was in order. After all, the mental crisis and subsequent insomnia was interfering with his ability to help these magi. One individual in particular had been recommended, due to his own experience with handling traumas and his knowledge of and engagement with the supranatural world.

    The mentalist closed his eyes, settling in for the long ride up towards Inwood. The line once known as the A train ran directly towards the office of Kai Alexander Morgan, the individual who'd get to poke around in his mind. All Alec knew was that the man had been former military,now worked with many of those who could not cope with the impact of the resonance, and had come highly recommended. Nearly a half hour later, Alec stepped off the train and made his way to the office, knocking at the front door to signal his arrival.
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  1. Silence, My Brother

    Mon Aug 24, 2020 6:13 PM Blue. A single finger was held up. Johnny Walker Blue Label, already fine whiskey, was still scarce. The distillery had not had time to produce yet another batch since re-opening its doors. In other words, it would be a miracle if this bar happened to have it. Then again, Boone was nothing if not resourceful. The mage glanced around. Any familiar faces? Any faces best forgotten? That would remain to be seen. After all, it was only a little past 6 on a Monday. *Can you believe the balls on this guy? *I know you’re pretty much made of steel, but who the hell tackles a tiger? What? The man looked almost offended. It spilled my beer. Was I supposed to just let that go? Light glinted off the second speaker’s forearm, exposed under the shredded layers of green cloth that had once been a zookeeper’s uniform. Alec shrugged off their presence and turned towards the other side of the bar. Oh come on! What? Was it something I sai… Boring. ARMA was quiet these days. Could there be anything more obnoxious than quiet? He had nothing to do except handle paperwork. Why couldn’t they have some kind of scandal? Where had the false mages gone? And where the hell was that drink?
  2. HELP RETAG RESONANCE!!!

    Resonance: Because you really did need that prehensile tail.
  3. A few scattered questions peppered the audience. [walker] Joseph Browning's work is probably a good place to start if you want to know about the origins of chanted spells. Your very own Professor Moynihan wrote an excellent survey of linguistic magic about two years ago, and I'm sure the references cited in that particular text will illuminate the subject further. I hope that answers your question. [/walker] The girl who'd asked the question sat down, apparently satisfied with the answer, and Alec waited for the students to finish scribbling down the information he'd disseminated before taking another question, this time from a girl sitting in the back. [walker]That's a great question. For anyone who couldn't hear it, the question was about whether the strength of magic ties to a mage's native language and their level of understanding. [/walker] Alec paused. [walker] I wish I could give you a concrete answer, but I think the best way to explain it is a little roundabout. My current working theory is that there are primary languages that are closest to "pure" or "true" magic. These are the languages that became others--Latin, Aramaic, the so-called Babylonian Chaldean language. [/walker] Another beat as Alec quickly jotted down these languages on an empty transparency, leaving plenty of room between them. [walker] Societies developed and languages were formed, lost, and evolved. Latin splits into the Romance languages--Spanish, French, Portuguese, Italian, Romanian--and into Italic scripts, which eventually become Runic Scandinavian languages. Aramaic splits into Hebrew, Arabic, of which there are many forms, even bleeds into Sanskrit and German in the form of Yiddish. So on and so forth. [/walker] As he spoke, each language was drawn onto the family tree of its respective root. [walker] I'll use myself and our friend with the tattoos as examples, then. [/walker] Alec marked himself down on a distant branch of the Latin tree, highlighting the direct connection between Futhark and Latin, only two nodes apart. He then marked down the tattoo-ed individual on the same tree, showing the six levels of distinction between modern Castillian Spanish and its Latin roots. [walker] I have no definitive proof of my theory, as we can never prove anything in science--we can only disprove--but as I understand it, the closer a mage's first or native magical tongue is to the core languages of 'pure' magic, the stronger the effects. It would absolutely be worth exploring whether pictorial representations are subject to the same rules. [/walker] Another pause as Alec looked out over the lecture hall. [walker] In fact, if any of you have magical aptitude and a high, by which I mean near-native, level of fluency in Egyptian Hieroglyphs, Naxi, or any one of the pre-colonial South American alphabets and languages, I would relish a chance to talk to you about investigating this theory. [/walker] He hadn't planned to recruit based on this event, or even to open himself up to communication from the audience members after he left the hall, but this was a new angle he had yet to consider, and it was worth examining. [walker] Thank you for that question. I believe we have time for a few more questions. Does anyone have a follow-up?[/walker] It was easy to fall back into old rhythms with students and lectures. Alec hadn't realized quite how much he missed this. Maybe there was a way for him to leverage this solid turnout into a more significant affiliation with the school.
  4. Some of the questions were vacuous, completely nonsensical, or otherwise gave evidence of a lack of attention paid. Then there was a question from a man maybe a decade his junior. Obviously not a student, almost certainly not ARMA or OFL, or he would know the answer to his question. [walker]Thank you for your question, sir. Let me just make sure I am understanding exactly what you are asking. [/walker] Alec stepped away from the podium and retrieved an empty transparency to mark out key points. [walker]So, You're speaking of a series of tattoos bestowed by wise men and shamans in the... is it safe to assume five, ten years before the resonance? I am speaking very broadly about linguistic histories, which make the average human existence look like a period at the end of a sentence. It may very well be that some of these shamans were more spiritually attuned or magically inclined, but without more information I cannot really comment on your individual experience with such graven images.[/walker] The time frame was jotted down. [walker]I should clarify, The languages were, in order: Elder Futhark, Safaitic Arabic, and Urdu--as there is no real name for the variant of Hindustani language from which that spell is drawn. [/walker] Alec made a note of those clarifications in a corner of the transparency, then returned to the question. [walker] If there is one thing that would earn a Nobel Prize in the modern climate, it is a unified theory of magic. We do not know the root of magic, or its triggers for every individual. There are documented cases of immensely powerful, yet illiterate mages, mages who cannot speak or write. [/walker] Alec paused, listing out a few truly ancient languages on the transparency to be projected onto the screen behind him. [walker] What I presented to you all today was a working theory about pure linguistics.It is my belief that at least one branch of modern magic is strengthened by its ability to trace origins back to the languages spoken and used to channel magic before the first resonance. That said, the scientific authenticity of my demonstration here on stage was marred by the fact that I practice the Futhark variant of that same spell on a regular basis, and have minimal experience with the Hindustani variant. [/walker] [walker] We have no way of scientifically measuring one's aptitude for magic before it is awakened, and we had no idea magic existed before the resonance, so it would be difficult indeed for us to prove either of our theories here, but I absolutely appreciate the comment, and would be glad to speak with you about this more after this Q&A session is over. [/walker] Alec stopped to take a sip of water and left the notes he'd scratched down on the transparency in case anyone had a follow up question, or in case there were other questions to be discussed.
  5. February 20, 2020 1:30 PM Where Columbia had remained open even through the madness of the apocalypse, it had been ten years, and there was no longer even a fraction of a reason why the best and brightest of what remained of the nation could not attend a top school. Alec did, of course, miss his Alma Mater, but Chicago was a long way to go, just to see what probably was little more than a zombie breeding ground for any foolish enough to venture forth. Nonetheless, here the mage... no, today, the scholar, the doctor, found himself, standing in front of a podium. [walker] Testing, one two three. [/walker] Alec spoke into the microphone. Nothing happened, and he fiddled with the device for a moment before just chucking it under the podium into the storage space there. It was a simple cantrip to amplify one's voice. [walker]Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. If you would please take your seats, the lecture will begin shortly.[/walker] Students continued speaking amongst themselves, making it obvious who the dedicated learners among them were, and who had simply attended for some social experience. Alec cleared his throat, still amplifying the sounds from his vocal cords, and then, when the class would not come to order, layering his voice with a light mezmer. Some students were still unaffected, but when they saw the rest of the class sitting down, they obliged as well. Alec dropped the layered speech and unfolded a few notes on the podium. [walker]As I'm sure you all know, because you have come to hear me speak, I am Dr. Alec Walker, one of the world's few remaining experts on Scandinavian history and, in particular, the use of its Runic alphabet for the practice of magic.[/walker] Alec had long since given up on powerpoint, and instead opted for an overhead projector like the ones his own teachers had used in elementary school. [walker] Yes, this device here on stage with me looks like it belongs in the era of the dinosaurs, but as I trust you all know, having spent the last ten years in the same world as the rest of us, magic tends to render technology unusable, so I keep things simple.[/walker] The first transparency to be placed on the projector was simply the alphabet of Futhark, in its eldest form. [walker] You may recognize some of these letters, and you may wonder what some of them even are. The fact is that Futhark is the direct predecessor to the romanized alphabet. For a time, the rune "thorn," pronounced "th," was a part of the English language, until we replaced it with the letter Y in print. "Ye olde sweet shop" is actually "the olde sweet shop."[/walker] Alec chuckled, though no one else probably would. [walker]But enough boring you all with etymology. You want to know about this. [/walker] The second transparency was an image of the Galdabrok, more specifically, the very copy Alec had touched on that first Resonated day. [walker] Of course, you have all learned the history of our world, illuminated as it has been by those who were here before, and those who have since returned. In the days before the very first Resonance, Humanity knew how to harness and wield magic. In the days after that first schism, magic drained from the world, but the rituals that were used to try and harness it once more were preserved. Around the world, different languages and cultures developed their own rituals, hence the lack of any dedicated curriculum for spellcasting in the modern day.[/walker] Alec switched transparencies once again. [walker]Here, for example, you see three different languages, each detailing a way to cast the exact same spell. [/walker] A small dummy was wheeled out onto the lecture stage, and Alec assumed a stance clearly. He first chanted the words in the Futhark dialect, sending a sphere of wind across the stage with an audible whoosh and a visible impact, knocking over the dummy. It was propped back up, and Alec spoke the words next in Arabic, with the same, albeit weaker result. Finally, he spoke the words in Urdu, to an even weaker result. [walker] My magic stems from my connection to the runes, and as such, it is strongest in connection to other, similar languages. Now, each of these three incantations are typically paired with a set of rituals, usually involving spell circles, magical foci, and other accouterments. With practice, any magician can move beyond such ritualistic preparations and cast the spell, often without invocations. Like this. [/walker] Alec held out his palm once more, firing a ball of wind across the stage with the same intensity and ferocity as the first, to the same result. The talk went on to discuss the roots of magic as rooted in linguistics, and the fact that where Freud believed totemism was an attempt to understand the world, it was, according to Alec's own theory, an attempt to restore the world to its former state. Eventually, the bearded mage stopped talking, and opened up the floor to questions.
  6. Sonata (sunny) Cross

    I'd actually play on the idea that she doesn't ultimately know how to control her powers; talk about actual events that have transpired up to this point to illustrate high and low ranges of power. As for how those powers ultimately get executed, there's not necessarily a need to figure that out before you apply, so long as you end up actually discovering it through threads--tossing her into situations where the powers need to be used in specific ways so it's a sort of life/death sitch. General practice, AFAIK is to have concentration be the key factor, so maybe it's something about meditation that plays into her gaining control over her abilities? Could go the hulk route too. "That's my secret. I'm always insert emotion here." I dunno though. Just spitballing here.
  7. New York Minute

    November 1, 2019 Shortly before 6 AM Fog hung over New York City, a blanket of mystery. The aftermath of the city's famous Halloween parade was slowly cleared from the streets as denizens slumbered in their lofty abodes. All Hallow's Eve was a terrific night for members of the supernatural community. In both senses of the word, actually. Metas had ready made costumes in some cases, and humans were more accepting on that night. Magi and the supernaturally inclined, however, were on alert. The night in mythology when the veil was thinnest. It had to have some basis in fact. Alec was among those on their guard last night, and as the sun rose this morning, piercing the air, heavy with water vapor, a beam of light fell upon a reality he'd never get used to seeing. There it was, in a pool of red. A severed arm. Not more than a foot away, the body. As he approached, Alec could smell it. That was a real body. Not some fancy prop or anything. A mutilated body, but a body nonetheless. Arm cut off, torso slashed open, guts spiling out. [Walker] Fuck. [/walker] And of course no one had reported it. Why should they? Earbud plucked from his ear, pause button pressed on the little first generation ipod, Alec closed his eyes and searched for a nearby animalto serve as his messenger. A note was scrawled on a piece of note paper, torn from its pad and rolled up before being tied to the leg of a pigeon, sent on its way to the boys and girls in blue. He'd preserve the crime scene best as he could until they got here, then report it to ARMA. He muttered to himself, cursing the insomnia that had driven him to walk the streets that night when he should have been in bed.
  8. What do you do with a drunken magus? What do you do with a drunken magus? What do you do with a drunken magus early in the morning?

    1. Cassandra Greene

      Cassandra Greene

      Cass has suggestions. . . bow chicka ;)

    2. Zeph

      Zeph

      SHAVE HIS BALLS WITH A RUSTY RAZOR!! SHAVE HIS BALLS WITH A RUSTY RAZOR!!... SHAVE HIS BALLS WITH A RUSTY RAZOR EARLY IN THE MORNING!!

  9. It's Magic, You Know.

    Circle had been abandoned a month ago. Now, cold fall air surrounded the mage as he carefully sketched the circle around his feet. Only a minute prep. Not nearly good enough, but he didn't need it for the spell to work if he didn't really care where it went or how hard it hit. In due time it wouldn't be necessary at all. In fact, the mage only needed the circle or the incantation to cast it now. Thick Scandinavian accent filled the night air as Alec spoke the words. Together, circle and words were guaranteed to unleash the power of this spell when and where directed. Branch after branch was snapped from its tree and sent flying a few feet. Soon, it was silence and concentrated thought, followed by gusts of wind.
  10. Breathe In Breathe Out

    Mountain lion was pacified, seated next to the broad-shouldered man. Alec's hand ruffled the fur atop the beast's head. [Walker] Remember. No eating her. [/walker] The mage growled his words in the beast's language. It replied, slightly offended Alec had thought it would renege on the deal. [Npc] A quick snack at the cost of security? I am no fool. [/npc] Alec nodded in understanding and walked towards the girl when she replied. The beast plodded along, not far behind. [Walker]Sorry you got hurt. I didn't plan for anyone else to be up here. [/Walker] Alec noticed the fear evident in the woman's eyes. [Walker]He won't bite. Do you need some help to get home? [/walker] Alec briefly looked at the leg. It wasn't a compound fracture at least. Didn't mean it couldn't be a sprain, and he definitely didn't have the skills to heal or even detect a fracture.
  11. Breathe In Breathe Out

    The snap of branches drew the attention of both mage and beast, mage recovering first. Hands reached out to grab the jaws of the cat, holding them shut. [Walker]Why hunt bipeds?[/walker] Alec asked, guttural growls translating his thoughts to the animal's mind. [Npc]Slow, good meat, and easy prey.[/npc] Alec nodded and realized the creature was correct. Humans were definitely slow enough to hunt easily. [Walker] Would you...[/walker] Paw swiped at his face, and Alec leaned backwards to avoid it, releasing his grip on the beast's muzzle.[walker]...stop that! Trying to help you. [/walker] Another swipe, then the beast stopped and listened. [Walker] Would you still hunt if you were given food? [/walker] Alec was now hanging upside down from his knees wrapped around a branch as the beast stopped, seemingly midair and turned to face him. Clumsy lady was still in danger if this didn't work. [Npc] No starve?[/npc] Alec shook his head. [Walker]Let us go, or come with us, and you'll be fed well.[/walker] The wild beast seemed to understand and Alec hopped down from the tree, extending a hand in friendship to the thing. It nuzzled against him, seemingly calm. [Walker]Miss? You ok? [/walker] Alec called out into the woods. The beast sniffed at the air, searching for her scent.
  12. Shipping Up to Boston

    September 4, 2019 Sometime shortly after noon [walker]“Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”[/walker] A chilly morning had turned to a beautiful day. Perhaps, however, it was not that the day had warmed but that Alec had received word of a full barrel of Yamazaki 1984 sitting in an auction house up in Boston. A barrel of long since discontinued whiskey that was essentially priceless. He was certain he'd be bidding against people with near limitless reserves. Sotheby's had implemented several protections against interference to ensure the safety of the artifacts at auction. What did Alec have to offer? Well, he was earning a decent enough living wage, had saved up, and still had a fair chunk of his resources from before the resonance. But how often did a certified authentic 35 year old barrel of Japanese Whiskey pop up for sale? Alec had texted a fair number of friends and fellow ARMA agents who he knew had an appropriate appreciation for the beautiful golden spirit, and he was preparing to head out onto the open road. Well... into the gridlock of the city, and then out onto the open road. The auction was tomorrow, and he wanted to get into beantown tonight. Alarm chirped: "Here I am!" Alec had always appreciate that about the american-made car. Not that you could exactly miss the bright orange challenger in a parking lot, but it was a nice touch when you unlocked the vehicle. He collapsed into the comfortable bucket seat of the car he alone drove and rifled through the collection of CDs he kept in the glove box as the car idled. Damn. He'd given Wes his copy of Leftoverture. Eh. Save AC/DC for later in the roadtrip. For now, the radio. Of course, radio stations had come back to some extent, but the coverage wasn't phenomenal, and being magically inclined tended to fuck with your ability to receive things like satellite radio, even if that had made its resurgence. So, the voice of an obnoxiously chipper radio jockey streamed through the speakers of Alec's car as he shifted the car into drive.
  13. Reunited and it Feels So Good?

    [pandora]Blah Blah Blah. Evil bullshit comments 1, 2, and 3. Generic good guy went evil for power statement [/pandora] [kelly]Generic good guy line. Brooding sadness about not being able to save someone who didn't want to be saved. Call to action. [/kelly] There was his cue. It almost felt like Glitch Mob's Fortune Days should have been playing. Everyone had a goddamn hero or villain complex these days. What happened to people just doing their damn jobs? Seriously, did no one know how useless witty banter was? You were good or you were evil or you just didn't give a shit. If you weren't in the first or third category, it was time to put you down. Animal brigade stood ready on the other side of the wall from them, clear from the view of statues. Most of these creatures were on loan from ARMA's holding facility for dangerous mutant creatures: There was an armadillo with skin harder than iron and an uncanny ability to generate speeds that rivaled a car. Also, an owl for aerial surveillance--a Burrowing Owl whose talons and beak had become almost exclusively a variant of high carbon steel with razor sharp edges, and whose wings had proven impervious to most projectiles fired from small arms. Alec had yet to have the cougar-esque murderfloof he'd captured and tamed evaluated by the higher ups. By this point, he'd have assumed they'd just trust him when he said it was fine, but he supposed they had to evaluate it for themselves, and it was still several days until he'd even get to show them his new pet's complete and utter safety for people Alec hadn't told him to kill. In its stead, he'd convinced an advanced primate to help him demolish the wall on command. Out of sheer irony and a tinge of nostalgia for one of the best comic book villains to have ever been created, Grodd had been named. Four arms, massive strength, and the capacity for human speech. All waiting for Alec to give the go. [walker] Roll out. [/walker] The command was short, terse, and quite honestly, fitting. The armadillo smashed its way into the edifice, spinning as it destroyed the base and weakened the integrity of the wall above, easily punched through by the rapid strikes of the 400 pound mutant gorilla. Nix-dora, Kelly, and whoever this Murdock asshole was... well they would see a quadrumanous gorilla tumble through the wall, followed closely by a spinning ball of death and armor. The dust settled and Alec made a rather dramatic entrance, because rule of cool. He could hate it and exploit it, all at the same time. [walker] You Rang? [/walker] The Addams Family reference probably ruined the whole "mysterious warrior entering through cloud of settling dust" thing, but goddamnit he was bad at this whole being a badass thing. Kelly had been gone for a decent chunk of time, and she really didn't know quite what Alec could do at this point. In fact, very few people did. She should have known enough, at least, to know he was vulnerable and slower while working his specific brand of mental magic. Grodd and the Armordillo could only do so much. He'd need someone to back him up against this new threat if he succeeded in stopping Nyx long enough to exorcise that particular demon. Alec sent out his mental feelers to try and lock down the split mentality of both Nyx and Pandora. It could be difficult, considering that he would have to focus on one, while they could theoretically swap back and forth, invalidating his efforts for quite some time.
  14. Breathe In Breathe Out

    Alec shook his head slowly as he saw the woman reach into her purse and retrieve mace. It would probably just have made the damn thing angry. The mage backed up against a tree, just as the cougar attempted to pounce. Claws extended mid-flight, and Alec dropped to the ground, rolling to the side. The cat's front right paw was stuck into the wood of the tree, and his left was swiping at the mage, who now stood just out of range. The cougar let out a low growl, pulling its paw free from the wood of the tree, and prowled towards Alec once more, who was now backing up again. Ideally, he wouldn't have to even get too close to the animal to stop its movement, but if push came to shove, he'd just have to play god with its mind. A short incantation muttered under his breath produced a slight gust of wind from the mage's hands, mostly to create a distraction. The spell wasn't strong enough yet to have meaningful physical force without significant preparation, but it could at the very least disturb some leaves a short distance away. The cougar's head snapped to the side, staring at where the gust of wind had hit. Alec took that opportunity to get some height on the thing and climb a tree, motioning to the girl to run in the other direction. Of course, climbing a tree when faced with an animal which apparently quite enjoyed tree climbing and dropping from branches was not a great idea, but Alec was pretty much out of those this week, which was a realization driven home by the snarling face of the cougar, just inches from his own, up in the tree.
  15. TOO STUBBORN TO DIE

    I suck at celebrating, but here's to many more years! We'll face the days one at a time, just like always.