This HMD post is for Kenzi from the show Lost Girl. I know the fanbase is still pretty small, but if you have any concerns with how I'm playing this character, please let me know. Give me your crit, your tips, and feel free to start a discussion!
Constructive Crit only, please. Comment screening is on. No anons, please. You can also use this as a mun contact post.
Constructive Crit only, please. Comment screening is on. No anons, please. You can also use this as a mun contact post.
"Okay, so I just put this on and everything goes all Haley Joel Osment, I see dead people, Bruce willis pops up outta nowhere?" Kenzi asked, holding a familiar-looking amulet up to catch the amber glow of the lamps in Trick's study.
"Supposedly." Trick shrugged and put the wooden box back on a shelf, heading for the door. Kenzi narrowed her eyes, head tilted slightly, "You've never used it?"
The Bartender/Blood King shook his head. "I don't need that amulet to be plagued by ghosts, Kenzi. I'm haunted with enough guilt as it is. Take it off if things start to get out of hand. I'll be upstairs if you need me."
She waved him off and continued to stare at the amulet. It wasn't identical to the one Phil had used in Arkham, but it was pretty damn similar. She wasn't sure how this was going to work. If she put it on, would it be calm and relaxed like having coffee with an old friend? Or would it be totally fucked up like Fatal Frame or Resident Evil? Would she even be able to see anyone she knew? Or would she only see the ghosts that died around here? ... Would the ghosts of the people she'd met at Arkham even exists now? Would they remember her?
"Come on, Kenz. Stop being a total pussy." She shook her hands out and took a deep breath before slipping the amulet over her head. Cautiously, she looked around the room. How the hell was she supposed to know if it was working or not?
"Supposedly." Trick shrugged and put the wooden box back on a shelf, heading for the door. Kenzi narrowed her eyes, head tilted slightly, "You've never used it?"
The Bartender/Blood King shook his head. "I don't need that amulet to be plagued by ghosts, Kenzi. I'm haunted with enough guilt as it is. Take it off if things start to get out of hand. I'll be upstairs if you need me."
She waved him off and continued to stare at the amulet. It wasn't identical to the one Phil had used in Arkham, but it was pretty damn similar. She wasn't sure how this was going to work. If she put it on, would it be calm and relaxed like having coffee with an old friend? Or would it be totally fucked up like Fatal Frame or Resident Evil? Would she even be able to see anyone she knew? Or would she only see the ghosts that died around here? ... Would the ghosts of the people she'd met at Arkham even exists now? Would they remember her?
"Come on, Kenz. Stop being a total pussy." She shook her hands out and took a deep breath before slipping the amulet over her head. Cautiously, she looked around the room. How the hell was she supposed to know if it was working or not?
Two weeks.
Two weeks of her friends telling her she had never left. Two weeks of Bo giving her looks ranging from concern to pity. Two weeks of Lauren offering check ups at the compound in the least subtle way imagineable. She wasn't crazy. It had totally happened. You don't just have an eight-month-long dream with that much detail and imagine all those people. It's not possible. You'd think with the fact that one of them has a magical vadge, one turns into a wolf, and one can sing loud enough to burst brains that this entire thing would be a little more freakin' believable.
But she had no proof. Nothing at all. So eventually, she just stopped trying to get them to believe her.
Bo was still worried. She always worried. She'd taken Dyson with her on their latest case while Kenzi was left at home. To 'research'. For her own safety. Bullshit.
It might have only been around six pm, but that was no excuse to waste good booze. Might as well do a few shots while looking through various, and formerly encrypted, police databases. She always managed to reserch shit better with a buzz, anyway.
Two weeks of her friends telling her she had never left. Two weeks of Bo giving her looks ranging from concern to pity. Two weeks of Lauren offering check ups at the compound in the least subtle way imagineable. She wasn't crazy. It had totally happened. You don't just have an eight-month-long dream with that much detail and imagine all those people. It's not possible. You'd think with the fact that one of them has a magical vadge, one turns into a wolf, and one can sing loud enough to burst brains that this entire thing would be a little more freakin' believable.
But she had no proof. Nothing at all. So eventually, she just stopped trying to get them to believe her.
Bo was still worried. She always worried. She'd taken Dyson with her on their latest case while Kenzi was left at home. To 'research'. For her own safety. Bullshit.
It might have only been around six pm, but that was no excuse to waste good booze. Might as well do a few shots while looking through various, and formerly encrypted, police databases. She always managed to reserch shit better with a buzz, anyway.
- Current Location:Los Angeles
Back home, Kenzi is a skilled thief. Her sticky fingers taking things that don't belong to her have become habit due to living on the streets and stealing to survive. She can lift your wallet, your watch, and your very beautiful necklace without you ever feeling a thing... IF you're a normal human. Superhuman characters might have an advantage.
If you would kindly fill out this lovely little form, we can see where she stands and how safe your stuff is!
1. Are you okay with Kenzi stealing/attempting to steal something at some point?
2. Do you have any special skills/abilities that would prevent any pickpocketing or catch her in the act?
3. What kinds of items are you okay with her taking?
If you would kindly fill out this lovely little form, we can see where she stands and how safe your stuff is!
1. Are you okay with Kenzi stealing/attempting to steal something at some point?
2. Do you have any special skills/abilities that would prevent any pickpocketing or catch her in the act?
3. What kinds of items are you okay with her taking?
✢ The Player
Player Name: Blissy
Age: 23
LJ:
saint_bliss
AIM / MSN / Y!M: AIM = erebuskiss
E-mail: dustbymonday@gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
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Player Name: Blissy
Age: 23
LJ:
saint_blissAIM / MSN / Y!M: AIM = erebuskiss
E-mail: dustbymonday@gmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
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The fact that he was smiling. The fact that he was laughing and not sulking off in some high place would be a tip off…