Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat ā€” the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

0
followers
follow

Illara Carter

An entrepenurial young courier. She will deliver anything, anywhere, for a price.

0 · 384 views · located in Beaulieu Street

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by kidcopious

Description

A human girl in her late teens, forgettable. Her clothes are a bit drab and shapeless for the prevailing style, and between goggles, particle mask, and shemagh, she cuts an imposing genderless figure to those she doesn't know. Electronic feeds pulse dimly in the folds of her rain-stained hoodie, and her integrated AI chirps away in a tinny falsetto more often than not, updating Illara's many watch lists for delivery jobs. She's never far from her trusty steed, a secondhand Saietta Origami Z hoverscooter that folds down into something like a bulky attache case for going indoors. By all appearances she is unarmed, though the jaded confidence in her gaze projects a distinct lack of helplessness, even through the polarized blackglass of her characteristic eyewear.

At home in the lowest of company, she is happiest drinking and smoking away her daily tips among the colorful patrons of a dozen seedy dives. Her work takes her to all kinds of places and she tends to recognize at least one familiar face among the dockworkers, doormen, street bums or bouncers wherever she goes. It is rumored that she can be employed to attain all sorts of grey- and black-market commodities from her solid network of friends and connections. Those who know her describe her as forthright and brash, quick to speak her mind to anyone, and indeed words are her weapon of choice, she much prefers to cut her foes down with a witty insult than risk herself in any physical confrontation.

She grew up mostly alone in Solinus city, talking and trading jibes with the cabbies while they awaited their fares. She developed close friendships with a few, and her informal family fed her from take-out boxes and noodle bowls while casually passing on many lifetimes worth of streetwise know-how. An inheritance from one of her childless "godparents" had enabled her to purchase her bike and start her own delivery service. Now she supports herself fairly well, but still hasn't left the streets. Though now she can afford less humble accommodations, more often than not she winds up drifting off by the warm updraft of an alleyway street vent, leaning against the smooth rimplate of her hoverbike.

Image

Image

So begins...

Illara Carter's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Illara rounds the corner of Beaulieu St on her hoverscooter, a small brown cardboard box tucked under her arm. She pulls up onto the sidewalk and right to the front door of a neighboring tenement, leaning sideways off her seat to ring the bell. After a few seconds, she jams the button repeatedly, and finally knocks, her plastisteel knucklegloves rapping loudly on the doorframe.

The door opens a fraction and a growling response can be heard indistinctly from within. After a terse exchange, the girl hands the box over in exchange for a folded wad of bills. As she snatches the money from what seems like grey-furred fingers, her AI updates her accounts with a retro console-game 'coin' soundbite and bleats a tinny "Thank you for your business" as she rounds back toward the street.

Noticing the "For Rent" sign, she slows, looking over the run-down old manse it indicates. She speaks into a mouthpiece, and listens to some barely-audible reply from her AI before coming to a decision. Hopping off, she thumbs a lever to collapse her bike into a heavy but manageable carrying case and swings it over her shoulder to head inside.

She knocks and lets herself in, waving placidly at the inhabitants. "Yo. You guys have room for one more to crash? I can pay."

Remembering, she raises her dark goggles onto her forehead, exposing shrewd dark brown eyes decorated with triangle tattoos on the upper lids.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Finn had watched Meg walk out the front door, his ears drooping, his whiskers twitching. Now, as he led Arren up the stairs, he waved his paw dismissively. ā€œMeg isā€¦ā€ he started, trailing off as he tried to think of the words. ā€œMeg.ā€ He reached the top of the stairs and opened a door. ā€œBathroom,ā€ he indicated, stepping back and gesturing inside. ā€œSheā€™s pretty quiet about her past. I havenā€™t known her long, actually. Like you, I responded to an ad. We just moved from Wing City. She was looking for someone to join her in settling down in a new place. I had nothing going on for me in Wing City, so I figured it would be a good chance to start anewā€¦ maybe open a bookstoreā€¦ā€ He continued down the hall, opening another door. ā€œMy room.ā€ A few feet more and he opened another. ā€œCloset.ā€ Another few feet. ā€œThis room is one of three that we have free. Theyā€™re all pretty much the same size and they each have their own bathroom, so thatā€™s a plus.ā€

He continued down the hall, opening the doors and indicating what was what. There was only one door he didnā€™t open, a sturdy oak door at the end of the hall that looked newer than the others. ā€œMegā€™s room.ā€ He started away from it. ā€œI donā€™t know of any history between Meg and the Aschen. I admit, her reaction downstairs was strange, even for her. Sheā€™s really normally pretty cool.ā€ It was obvious from his fidgeting that the anthro might have had a bit of a crush on the mysterious woman.

Meanwhile, on the front porch, Meg was interrupted from her reverie by the arrival of Illara. As the young woman started up the steps, Meg stopped her from entering the house, wondering for a brief moment if this was Arrenā€™s business associate before taking stock of her and deciding against it. Carefully, Meg composed her face, shoving back all of the emotions the brush with the Aschen had conceived. ā€œWe have two rooms left, actually. The rent is four hundred a month. Right now, the place is a bitā€¦ā€ she spread her hands apologetically. ā€œWell, quite simply, the house is falling apart, but Iā€™m going to be hiring contractors to put this place back together. I think it has the potential for being a pretty decent placeā€¦. After a lot of work.ā€ She held her hand out. ā€œIā€™m Meg. Would you like to come in and take a look around?ā€ She started for the door and then hesitated. ā€œYou arenā€™t, umā€¦ allergicā€¦ to cats, are you? My roommate, Finnā€¦ He has a cat.ā€ She didnā€™t mention anything about her roommate, Finn, being a feline anthro.

(My apologies for the delay in my post. My craptop finally gave up the ghost.)

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"I see..." Arren said as he listened to Finn talk about Meg.

"I've seen some strange things in my lifetime, but her reaction was certainly on top." He said, playing it up with a shrug. The former LDA Agent was already making a mental note, He was suspicious of the girl, was she some Terrorist? Part of some Anti-Aschen reactionary group? He'd have to do some snooping to find out."

As Finn led him through the halls, his eyes lingered on Meg's door, as they ran over any visible lock, traditional or otherwise.

"Ever wondered what was behind that door?" He said, turning to Finn. "For all we know she's packing some serious heat." He commented, and then quickly dismissed it. "Ah well..." He said, shrugging again as he took in the details of the hallway.

"Each room has it's own bathroom... alright.." He said, looking up and down the hall, nodding in approval as his head turned to the direction of the sound of the front door.

Instinctively his hand moved to the back of his pants, as if to reach for something. "Maybe it's my associate." He commented, visibly relaxing. "Sorry... it's just when you're in a place where everyone wants to lynch you... you tend to be on edge." Arren added, peering out a window that so happened to be facing towards the street, watching as a black BMW 7 series slowly rolled up to the front of the Apartment.

----

"Beaulieu street..." She said to herself as she put the phone down on the dashboard. "This is it... what a seedy ass house you rented, Arren." She commented to herself as the car was placed in park.

"Rims are gonna get stolen, the car's going to get jacked... oh well it's a rental." She said, opening the driver side door and slowly stepping out. She was still in the flowing designer dress that she had worn to the VINDEX meeting, the black dress accentuated the woman's form, and was complimented by a small leather purse.

She didn't look like much, nor did she look like Arren's business associate. But none the less she made her way towards the front door with what amounted to a look of disgust.

She would have arrived mere seconds after the other woman arrived, and was making her way towards the front door just as Meg offered Illara to come in.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

(sorry to hold things up! Ill be checking up here on a daily now.)

Illara smiled broadly at Meg, clasping her in a rough handshake more suited to a dockworker than a young lady. Her fingerless leather gloves were grubby but worn supple by years of use.

"Pleasure. Call me Illa." Craning her neck to look up at the crumbling old manse, she commented, "Hey, if it's got power and keeps the rain off, can't complain." The shadow of a frown crossed her face, "It does have power, right?" She was still adjusting to the technological disparity between Lutetia City and her home in Aslund, and it wouldn't be the first time she was taken aback by the anachronistic infrastructure.

"Cats.." she murmured, trying to find a polite way to address the question without revealing that, like most of the denizens of her seedy district, she had eaten more cats than she had ever patted on the head. The memory of the gamey flavor thinly concealed by a thick layer of five-spice and a few turns over a spit-fire made her a touch nostalgic.

Her rescue came in the form of the striking woman now approaching. Glad to change the subject, Illara emitted a low whistle, her eyes drinking in the rich elegance of her outfit. "Miss Universe!" She called out, a sardonic grin splayed across her face. Scenting old money with bloodhound acuity, a business card filled her fingers quick as thinking, and she proffered it to the elegantly dressed woman as if no further introduction was needed. A tiny embossed hoverbike at the center was flanked by the enigmatic script, 'Carter's Goods and Services Delivered"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Finn looked at Arren with wide eyes, his ears flattened against his head. "Of course I wonder what's behind that door," he admitted, but then shook his head. "But Meg deserves her privacy, just like anyone else. You'd do well to remember that. She guards herself for a reason, I'm sure. We've all got our secrets, and whatever hers are, they're her business. She's a great woman. You'll see. You'll like Meg. Don't let her... ahh... reaction... give you the wrong impression."

As they came down the stairs, Finn noticed Arren's reaction to the opening of the front door and his ears flattened once more. A blur of brown fur shot out of the living room and Finn reached down to scoop up the cat, using one paw to scratch lovingly under the feline's chin. "This is a safe place," he said quietly. It was unsure if he was saying it to the cat or reminding Arren that there should be no violence in the home... or said as an affirmation to himself and his nervousness at the strange situation. "Nobody's going to lynch you as long as you're a good roommate, you know?"

-------------------

Outside, Meg laughed at Illara, the discomfort of the Aschen proximity shoved aside for the moment. She liked this girl already. "Yes, there's electricity. We even have running water. It may not be the most luxurious domicile in town, but it serves its purpose right now. I'm planning a lot of remodeling to make it much better, so as long as you don't mind being patient, I promise it'll be more than just some rundown shack. In the meantime, I think you'll find that it isn't as horrible as it looks." She turned to open the door, smiling. "Oh, and every bedroom has its own bathroom, so you don't have to share with one of those silly males that can't quite seem to hit the toilet."

Just as Meg opened the front door, she turned to notice the newcomer and blinked in surprise. Her eyes moved over the vehicle, the designer gown, the impeccable hair and makeup. Covetousness flashed in her eyes, a longing that lasted only a moment as she took in the details and tried to place them with a designer she was familiar with. And then, as if reminding herself that she had no business appreciating such finery in her current situation, she cleared her throat as the woman approached. "Um, hello... Are you lost?" She couldn't see any other reason a woman of this caliber would be in this part of town.

------------------

Back inside, Finn noticed the two newcomers. "I should have made cookies or something. Holy hell, is there a housing shortage in this town or something?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Arren nodded somewhat in appreciation.

"Ah, yes, everyone has their secrets, I certainly can appreciate that." Arren said as he inspected the inside of his room. "In my line of work everyone has their secrets. I used to work in some pretty heavy stuff before I started working for Tech Con." He said, grinning.

"I used to work for the Aschen Ministry of Defense running counter-terrorism and intelligence work, I also worked skiptraces for the Chairman of the Military, and in later years, worked with the Office of the President. When the Empire took power i left all that to spend more time pursuing my own interests."

"This will do nicely." He said, nodding in approval as his gaze went back outside. "My associate is here." He said, smiling to Finn. "Secrets... I tell you what? Could you and Meg maybe help Cal and I unload our truck?" He asked, gesturing to the pickup that was parked on the street. "I've got some equipment that needs to be unloaded." He said with a smile as he turned towards the stairs.

"Got a lot of stuff I need to unload, and then I need to make some phone calls." Arren said, moving towards the staircase so he could make his way down and towards the truck.




As Callandra made her way up the stairs towards Illara and Meg, she would first find herself being assaulted by the woman and her business card, she grimaced at the sight as she heard the words 'Miss universe' being uttered, and gently pushed the presented card away.

"Uhh.. thanks not interested." She said, looking towards Meg.

"Are you the Landlord? I trust everything's in order? I'd like to get out of this infernal dress and into something more comfortable... My associate should have covered everything with you. We're with Tech Con Group, I'm Senior Captain Callandra Henderson, and my associate is Security Chief Arren Valaj, We're with Tech Con Group." She said, giving Illara another strange look before she turned back to Meg.

"I'm going to get changed, and then Arren and I have some equipment that we're needing to offload." She said, gesturing to the pickup truck parked on the road, the one Arren emerged from.

"I'll pay everyone in cubits, fifty each.. it's nothing too intensive, I just don't want the stuff stolen." She said, taking off her high heels one at a time.

She offered the pair a smile. "Any questions?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Illara fumed at the rejection, and turned on her heel to lug her heavy apparatus inside without another word. She slipped her card deftly into Meg's pocket as she passed rather than put it away again.

She strolled past an empty bedroom or two, poking her head briefly into each one. Despite spacious floorplans and large windows, none seemed to meet her expectations, and she continued to scout the first floor. Her eyes lit up when she noticed a door that led to a cramped storage space beneath the staircase. Opening it, she nodded in satisfaction to herself, tossing her heavy case into the room with a loud CLUNK. She knelt and pressed a storage panel on the outer case, pulling an extension cord out and extracting a couple of entangled personal items. After a brief search, she located an outlet around the corner and plugged the cord in, leaving the other end threaded under the door to her new digs.

She returned to the unfurnished space and closed the door behind her, and soon after the faint chsk of a carbonated beverage being opened sounded softly from within. A thin ribbon of smoke snaked it's way out the top of the doorframe shortly after, bringing with it the elusive spicy smell of the cheap black cigarillos popular in the slummier corner stores of Vargeras. Occasional snatches of a one-sided conversation with a tinny digital falsetto are audible from within.

"....No more damn kimchee, still can't get the smell out of the saddlebags... Etienne can get bent, he still owes me for that thing in Lupaix.."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Finn nodded to Arren. ā€œI canā€™t speak for Meg, but I donā€™t mind helping you guys move in. Itā€™ll give me a chance to get to know my new roommaā€”ā€œ he trailed off as he watched the women enter the house. His eyes moved over first Meg, then the young courier and finally Arrenā€™s associate. If he could blush, Finnā€™s cheeks would have been rosy and hot. He cleared his throat as Illara moved past him to check out the rooms upstairs. He watched her climb the stairs before turning his attention to the other woman. Leaning closer to Arren, he swallowed. ā€œIā€™ve never lived with so many women beforeā€¦ā€ He trailed off once more as Illara descended the stairs once more. Lowering his voice, he grinned at Arren. ā€œWeā€™re outnumbered.ā€

As Illara chose the closet under the stairs as her own, Finn blinked, looking over to Meg to see if she had been paying attention.

Meg had seen, alright, but she was also sizing up the new arrival. Unlike Illara, who Meg instantly liked, this new woman made Megā€™s defenses rise. Her first impression was that the woman was pushy, and almost rude with the way that sheā€™d dismissed Illara. She didnā€™t like the formal introduction. In a way, ā€œSenior Captain Callandra Hendersonā€ made her feel like the help.

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced over to Arrenā€™s vehicle. ā€˜Oh no, no, no, lady,ā€™ she thought to herself. ā€˜We are all equals in this houseā€¦ā€™

ā€œIā€™m Meg,ā€ she said aloud, not bothering to hold her hand out. ā€œI own this house. I trust yourā€¦ associateā€¦ informed you that you will have roommates here. I trust that wonā€™t be a problem for you. So far, itā€™s Finn and I, but it looks like Miss Illa will be joining us as well.ā€ Her brow lifted as she looked toward the closet under the stairs, making a mental note to speak with the girl about paying less rent if she wasnā€™t going to be utilizing a bedroom. ā€œAnd Finnā€™s cat.ā€

She was half tempted to tell the woman to move her own stuff in, claiming that she had her own things to doā€¦ but in honesty, she wanted to know what sort of equipment was going to be entering her house, and what better way to find out than by helping to move it in. With a sigh, she shrugged. ā€œYeah, sure, Iā€™ll help.ā€

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Callandra Henderson Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: C. S. Finn Character Portrait: Arren Valaj Character Portrait: Illara Carter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Perhaps the attitude was typical of Aschen Arrogance, or perhaps it was stress, either way Cally gave Meg a sidelong glance before she relented slightly in her attitude.

"I understand, Meg... I really do." She said, looking up to the house. "My Associate hasn't really told me much, and I don't really have a problem with roommates. Please understand, I'm a very busy person. You see; I'm in charge of all of Tech Con's security on this planet, and it's a very big responsibility. I don't think you would understand but it can be very stressful." She said, making a face.

"Maybe I'm a little hostile.. but I've got a lot on my plate." She said, nodding. "Cats are alright, I don't mind them." She said, before making her way to the truck, just as Arren was coming towards the front door.

"Hey Cal, make sure you don't leave the disruptors in the truck, last thing we need is someone stealing them." Arren said, while Callandra was nearing the truck, at which point Arren turned to Meg and made a face.

"That's Cal, she's my boss... she can be a little... Intense... but what can you say? She is Admiral McGregor's ex wife..." Arren commented, shrugging to Meg as he too started towards the truck. Turning back to Meg he somewhat gave a nervous chuckle.

"I'd have my shit in a wad too if I had to deal with someone like him, stuck up prude who gets what he wants because Daddy's the Emperor." Arren said, out of Cally's earshot of course.

Once he made his comment, his body quickly turned to move to the truck, while Callandra was coming back towards the house, two large carrying cases in hand. Aschen disruptor rifles from the markings on the case, something for Meg, would be easily identifiable.

Once Arren made it to the truck, he grabbed a large case that contained computer components, and a second case that contained a power generator.

"This'll keep the lights on." He said to Meg. "City's kinda been... having power outages."