Rouge Investigations [A Bluemoon&Koti~ Story] [[M]]

[Koti~]

{A MoonxKoti~ Story}
[Rated M for mature themes]
[[OOC]]

IC

A rouge who had stolen too much, and an Investigator that knew too much. Born of separate worlds and lives, two find themselves thrown deep into the deep pits of Halifa, the home tunnels of the Meliorut. A race of tribal insectoid humans that hunt and kill any who invade their lands.

Stripped of weapons and armor, they must rely on their wit and intelligence to survive the winding tunnels and deep caves, evading the beasts that roam the tunnels and hunt for a way back to the surface. Can they last against the beasts, or will their very own differences be their own undoing?


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[bluemoon]

Name: Delores 'Del' Coulter

Age: 31

Gender: F

Appearance: Del would be described as fit...she is neither thin nor curvaceous...falling somewhere in the middle. She is almost 5'6" and rarely wears make-up other than mascara. She typically wears her hair pulled up in a pony tail to keep it out of her way. She dresses casually in dark colors for concealment while on the job. At home she is most often found in shorts and a t-shirt.

Spoiler: Del 

Race: Human

Job: Works for the Intuit Investigation Company (P.I.)

Racial Skill:

--Green thumb/Herbalist--grows herbs on her apartment terrace.
--Potion creation--can make basic concoctions.
--Marksmanship--has a steady hand and good aim.
--Melee fighting--has a basic knowledge of numerous edged weapons.

Normal Skills:

--Stealthy--knows how to move undetected.
--Intelligent--able to work out puzzling situations fairly quickly.
--Intuitive--gets a feel for 'people' fairly accurately at first meet.
--High endurance--although not particularly fast, she can keep at a steady pace for a long time.
--Poker face--hiding her emotions comes in handy when dealing with rogues.

Weapons: None--to start

Equipment: N/A

Personality: Del is a no-nonsense type of girl. She has a rough edge and rarely gets emotional. Sarcasm is her weapon of choice and she uses it often. Her 'softer' side is well hidden and reserved for close friends...of which she has few.

Likes: Open spaces; comfy clothes; swearing; coffee; sweets.

Dislikes: Rogues; differing opinions; strong odors; confining relationships

Background: Del was raised in a home with four brothers and the term "getting down and dirty" was never more appropriate than in their interactions. A wrestling match in the yard was a common occurrence and one which she looked forward to. She loved the challenge and the closeness it created with her siblings. She was never one to back down no matter the consequences and the trait followed her into adulthood.

Like their father who headed the alien enforcement division at the police department (alien a loose term for any person that was not considered a local), the children grew up to have careers in law...all except for the youngest, Patrick. He was what his father called soft...one who embraced his feminine side...and made a career in plant husbandry. He was the black sheep of the family and it was no secret that he was looked down upon by all the family members outside of Del.

For Del, he was the favorite. They connected on a more personal level and she found a friend and confident in him. He taught her what she knew about plants and how to make a powder from their leaves, roots, and stems. This powder she rendered into a collection of potions...mostly used to render a perp more susceptible to her suggestions. The rare 'stronger' mixes she kept locked up for unique circumstances.

As for a life outside of work, Del had little to speak of currently. She had tried dating when she was younger, but found relationships too trying and demanding of her time. She didn't care for the constant contact and having to tiptoe around another's feelings. What she did enjoy was having someone to go places with or discuss problems. But that was where Patrick came in...he was the perfect companion and there were no strings attached. Over time, Del quit trying to date and her social life consisted of mainly going to the bar with work associates on occasion and even rarer, picking up a man (human only) for a more intimate encounter.

Work was her life, and as such, her most recent assignment pulled her into a 24/7 surveillance that included bugging a man's phone, computer, and vehicle. She followed the nobody perp that was suspected of rigging games in a casino, and was getting close to a collar when she overheard a conversation that seemed a bit above the man's pay grade. It seemed he worked for a higher official...and when Del headed to her apartment to prep for the encounter she suspected was to follow, she met with another sect of no-gooders. It was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a warren of underground tunnels.

[Koti~]

Name: Dafu
Age: 29
Gender: Male

Appearance: Dafu is slender aand short, only scaling in at 4’9” tall. He takes pride in his burnt orange fur and especially prideful of his tail, allowing it to be shown at all times. His arms do bear some scars from botched thefts or fights he couldn’t win. His only small blemish and biggest mistake is a large missing section of his left ear, a sore point for him.

Spoiler: Dafu 

Race: Beastian
Job: Rouge/ Sell Sword

Racial Skill:
Low Light sight: Dafu can see in very low light of caves and night time, allowing him to easily traverse darkened areas

Enhanced Senses: Dafu has a very strengthened senses compared to most beings, with sense of smell and hearing being the strongest of them.

Mobility: Due to his family line, he is more flexible than most beastians, comparative to some feline beastians of his race.

Normal Skills:
Lockpick: As a rogue, Dafu is well versed in picking locks, mainly with his claws and a blade.

Agile: Dafu has spent several years training in both speed and mobility, all in the set of being able to reach high places and avoid others when fleeing or fighting.

Dagger Expert: Dafu has trained heavily in wielding and fighting with dual daggers, using his agility to his advantage to fight.

Silver Tongue: As a trick of the trade, Dafu has spent time learning and mastering the silver tongue, allowing him to easily persuade most to look the other way, or lie his way out of troubling situations.

Weapons: His claws

Equipment: N/A

Personality: Dafu is very cocky and coy, giving him a very playful nature that some find annoying. He tends to make light of most situations and never one for serious moments. He is a helpful man to have around, but one to never let your guard down around.

Though many say he wears his emotions on his sleeves, most of it is a guise to fool others
Likes: Treasure; gold; gambling; the beach

Dislikes: Guards; scammers; nobility; wide open areas:

Background: Dafu grew up in the nomadic family of foxes, though was disregarded for his diminutive size, marking him the runt of the family. Even though he tried his best to fit in, his family view was survival of the fittest, and being the runt left him at the bottom of the rung. Feeling neglected, Dafu decided to run away from his family to find himself a better life. He managed to find himself in one of the major towns, a town where anyone could make it.

A local gang ended up taking the young beastian under their wing, mainly using his size and dexterity to help benefit their own thefts. Though he had ended up the fall man most of the time, he soon began to learn their skills, and became one of the best of their groups, much to the dismay of their own greed. Fearing being stabbed in the back, Dafu ended up leaving the group, taking much of their fame, and no small part of their gold with him.

Having no real way to apply his skills outside of petty theft, Dafu offered up his services as a merc for higher, doing any and all odd jobs that he could, allowing him to afford a much more comfortable life than what he had before, and found himself a great way to live, allowing him to enjoy the splendor of the city and its riches.

Some began to dislike the wanna be rogue who was taking money from local powers and family, and was then set up as a fall guy for a rigged game, getting his possessions stolen, before being taken out. He doesn’t recall much of how he ended up inside the caverns, but has sworn to try and find a way out.