Good question, Hammer!

The outlying areas of Scyon City are much like those of any metropolitan city on the eastern seaboard of the United States. A smattering of smaller city's and towns nearby, rural areas and perhaps some state parks/national forests and the like intermingled between and/or at the fringes, etc.

I figrue Scyon City to be and analog of New York City (or Gotham City) if you prefer to think of it that way. So, imagine driving 50 - 100 miles in any direction from there and you've got a pretty good idea.

Does that help?

Well, it got a little longer than I had intended and I could probably have gone on a bit longer buuuuuut... I cut it off where I did and tacked it up as is. I'm sure there'll be more to come! lol

Looking forward to more posts from all of you!

St Sebastian’s Cathedral; Bay View Island, Scyon City - Present

The tallest steeple of St Sebastian’s could not come close to the height of even the most average of skyscrapers sprouting from the sprawl of Scyon City and, yet, from the lantern of that steeple, nestled between its belfry and the spire, one could be afforded a most breathtaking view of metropolis’ skyline, the rivers that encircled it, and the Atlantic Ocean into which those rivers emptied. For most of the years that Father Thomas Chapman had spent living in St Sebastian’s rectory and serving the diocese, he had also stolen precious moments of his own, each evening, to climb the tower, enjoy the views provided rom the lantern, and marvel at the intricate detail of the lanterns pillars, each carved to represent one of four archangels. As of several months ago, however, when Father Chapman took his early evening sojourns into the tower, he had begun to encounter five angels rather than four, and one of them appeared to be wrought of living flesh as opposed to stone.

The first encounter with that fifth angel had been fleeting enough that the old priest wasn’t entirely sure that it hadn’t all been a trick of sunlight and shadow on his aging eyes. Reaching the top of the stair that led up from the belfry, his gaze had fallen on a shadowy figure, standing between Gabriel and Raphael, that appeared to be staring out over the city. The surprised sound that escaped Chapman’s lips seemed to have startled the unexpected visitor, though, and before the priest could recapture the breath the sight had stolen from him, that fifth angel disappeared in a flash of light and the flapping sound of its great black wings. The next few meetings were much the same; a glimpse, a glance, a flash, and the angel was gone. It was only after a couple of weeks of these ephemeral encounters that the priest had decided to alter his approach…

“If you’re there, my friend,” Father Chapman called out imploringly even before reaching the top of the stairs, “please, don’t be afraid. I bear you no ill will, I would simply like to talk to you…” The priest balanced the tray he was carrying precariously on the palm of one hand and reached out to open the door to the lantern with the other. “...And I’ve brought food… if you’re hungry.” The door swung open and, as the priest regained a more solid, two-handed grip on the tray, his gaze swept the lantern's interior.

The four stone-worked angels were just where he expected. There stood Michael with his sword, shield, and scales. Then Gabriel; trumpet and lantern in hand and a scroll tucked into the folds of his garment. Next, there was Raphael, with his staff and bottle. Finally, Uriel, the fire in the palm of his right hand illuminating the book he bore in his left, but, to Father Chapman’s disappointment, the fifth angel, the one made of flesh, the one with wings the color of the night sky, was nowhere to be found. A dejected sigh blew past Chapman’s lips and his shoulders slumped a bit as he padded across the floor of the lantern to set the tray on the lintel between Michael and Gabriel.

“I had hoped you would be here,” the priest murmured as he blinked out over the bay, “That we could speak long enough for me to, at least, learn your name.

I thought, perhaps, the Almighty had revealed you to me so that you might deliver some divine message,” he chuckled softly and shook his head, “Hubris on the part of a foolish old man, I suppose. Still, I…”

Father Chapman’s musings were interrupted, then, by the muted popping sound of wings stroking the air. A faint gust of wind stirred by those wings blew across the priest’s back and, over the rustling of feathers, a gentle voice said; “I am called Samael.”

A delighted smile touched the corners of Chapman’s mouth and sparked in his grey-green eyes as he turned toward the source of the sound. His smile widened all the more when his gaze fell upon the figure that stood, now, between Raphael and Uriel. The angel was tall and slender, with long, wavy hair that matched the color of his wings and, from behind which, a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes seemed to peer directly into Chapman’s soul. Samael was clad in a pair of faded jeans and a too large t-shirt over which were strapped bits and pieces of tarnished silver armor and, in his right hand, he carried a gleaming spear which looked as if it had seen many more years than the man who bore it.

“Samael,” an awed Father Chapman repeated, almost in a whisper, as he blinked at the apparition. He found the strength of his voice again, though, as he took a few tentative steps toward the creature. “Hello, Samael,” he returned, suddenly thinking better of approaching and stopping in his tracks, “I’ve been hoping to meet you for some time. I’m Father Chapman… Thomas Chapman… a priest, here, at St Sebastian’s.”

Still standing almost motionless between the effigies of Raphael and Uriel, the angel nodded faintly; “Hello, Thomas.”

Tears of joy had begun to well in Father Chapman’s eyes and he almost felt compelled to fall to his knees. In fact, the compulsion was so strong that he actually felt his knees begin to buckle for an instant but managed to stay them and remain upright. “W-where have you come from, Samael,” he asked after a moment, “has my Lord sent you from Heaven with a message for me… for… for the world?” 

There was something almost bird-like in the way Samael’s head canted to one side as a vague look of confusion crossed his features. “I’m sorry, Thomas,” the angel answered as he finally stepped off the lintel and his bare feet touched the floor of the lantern, “I don’t know your Lord… or where Heaven might be. I… you said you brought food and…”

“Oh,” Father Chapman blinked, his own visage taking on a slightly bewildered expression, now, “Oh! Yes! Of course!” The priest turned, somehow hesitant to take his eyes from the visitor, yet, eager to take up the tray he had brought. “It’s not much, just some leftovers from a potluck supper we had tonight,” he apologized as he removed the cloth he had covered the tray with to reveal a plate of baked ziti, a green salad, a piece of bread, and a coffee mug half-filled with red wine,  “but, if you’re hungry, you are more than welcome to it.” When he turned around to motion Samael closer, the angel was already standing within arms reach, looking eagerly past Chapman at the humble repast he had offered.

Samael tore his gaze from the food and offered a slow, almost shy smile as he nodded in answer. “I am hungry,” he admitted, “Thank you, Thomas.”

...Since that night, nearly six months ago, now, Father Chapman had entertained regular visits from Samael and, over many weeks, many plates of “potluck,” and ever longer conversations, had come to know the-angel-who-had-no-idea-what-an-angel-was quite well. He had learned of Samael’s horrific suffering at the hands of a man (or monster?) named Anatashia, heard the brutal tale of his escape from Anatashia’s Carnival and Mystical Menagerie, and then, simpler, more mundane but certainly happier stories of the woman name Aly who, for what sounded like nearly a year, had given him shelter and, more importantly, friendship that he seemed to have never known from another human.

Even those happier tales, though, seemed somehow tinged with sadness, as Samael had explained that he had left Aly’s care and company in hopes of sparing her, should Anatashia find him again. From what Father Chapman understood, Samael still visited Aly from time to time but, now, made his “home”, such as it was, in the peaks and pinnacles of Scyon City’s skyline and, since that first plate of lukewarm ziti, the angel’s preferred roost had quickly become this very tower. In recent months, though, Samael seemed to have exhausted any stories of his past, and their conversations had turned more toward the angel’s recounting of visits with Aly or, more frequently, his thoughts on things he had seen or done in the time he spent simply flying over the city and watching it’s citizens go about their lives.

A short time ago, Samael had begun asking questions about Scyon City’s premier superhero, Dragonfly, and, for a while, their conversations had been focused on the topic. While Samael seemed to have trouble understanding the concept of what a superhero was, he was fascinated by what she did and frequently praised her efforts and exploits. It wasn’t long after that Samael came to the conclusion that that was why he’d felt called to the city and, in his own way, had begun to emulate Dragonfly’s stewardship of the city and its people. As such, in recent weeks, rumors of a “birdman,” swooping out of the sky to stop a mugging, snatch a burglar from a fire-escape, or simply heal the scraped knee of a child who had fallen in the park, had begun to buzz through Scyon City’s streets.

As he climbed the belltower, tonight, Father Chapman couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining what Samael’s reaction might be to what the priest had to tell him. Chapman, himself, was so excited by the anticipated response that he found it difficult to not repeatedly touch the newspaper he’d placed on tonight’s tray just to ensure that it hadn’t disappeared. Reaching the top of the stairs, Father Chapman pushed the door open and stepped into the lantern. Even before his gaze found Samael, his excitement got the better of him and he called out; “Well, my friend, you certainly seem to be making a name for yourself!”

From where he leaned against the statue of Michael, Samael cast a pale-eyed gaze over his shoulder and wing at the priest and offered a bashful smile. “Oh?” he said, pushing away from Michael and turning to sit on the lintel.

“Most certainly,” the priest nodded, excitedly plunking the tray onto Samael’s lap, unceremoniously tearing the cloth from the tray, and snatching up the newspaper that lay alongside the supper. He was so eager to get the paper unfolded that he nearly tore it in half before he could turn it around and point to a headline that read “The Birdman of Bay View Island: Is There an Angel in Scyon City?”

“That’s you,” Chapman beamed.

“Hmm,” Samael said, his head tipping slightly to one side as he glanced at the headline. Then, with a faint smile, he took up the fork from the tray and dug into the slice of quiche next to it. “I remember that,” he said between bites, “That man dragged her into that alley. It didn’t seem as if she wanted to go. When he hit her, I snatched him up and dropped him in the bay.”

He shrugged, the feathers of his wings ruffling slightly, then smiled and gestured to the tray of food in his lap with the fork. “I really do like this potluck, Thomas,” he said, scooping up a bit of pasta salad, “It’s different every time.”

Looks as if the links are incomplete and/or broken, Hammer. I'll check it out.

First one was a "Sympathy for the Devil" video and second was "Street Fighting Man," correct?

Nifty post!

Looking forward to reading it!

Speaking of reading; there's a Hammer post! Off I go!

Wheeeeee!!!!

Like I said, that was about half of what I'd hoped to get done but I figure it was enough to open things up and give you all freedom to post.

@ barefoot hobo hero! I can't help but love that description!

...I've updated the first post in the game thread to give a small "flashback" style introduction of sorts to Samael and Aly. I've got a "part 2" in mind that finds Sam in the present day but I don't think that I need you all to wait for that to appear before I set you free to craft posts of your own.

Soooooo... Have at it if you like.

Works for me, Hammer!

I'm really hoping to get an opening post tacked on to the game thread at some point, today, so I can cut you all loose!

I'd say that depends upon a couple of different factors, really:

• If Aly's father was a known criminal before his passing or incarceration
  
  
  
  • Need a name for dear-old dad and a decision as to whether he's deceased or in prison, btw
  
  
  
  


• If the police suspect a connection between Syncorp and the Shadow Council (or any other organized crime)


• If Aly's just a trouble-maker in general and draws their attention on the regular


• Or if there seems to be a need for police protection given her family's "status"

If none of the above are the case, I'd imagine that the police are pretty content to let Aly be... until they don't.

Okay gang, I've spent a little time on "world building" this morning and have updated several posts above as a result. The Most notable updates are in the Scyon City post (in which I've roughed out the city's major districts, neighborhoods, and a few points of interest) and the Notable NPCs post (wherein I've stubbed out a few folks who'll likely come in to play along the way). Feel free to poke around and, of course, make suggestions, requests, or recommendations as you will.

The Q&A is free game, now! Post away!

As anyone who's been reading along might have noticed, this game includes a character who deals with some fairly hefty mental health issues. I'm aware that there may be some of you Innmates out there who have struggled with your own mental health problems and that, seeing such a subject broached in a "game" might be unsettling or upsetting. To that end, I want to assure you that we intend to approach this topic with the respect and sensitivity it deserves.

Disturbance's "fractured personalities" will not be used simply as a tool for dramatic tension and certainly not for any sort of comic relief. As the GM of this little romp, I'll be paying close attention to this and, should the portrayal of mental illness come near to crossing a line, I will reel it in and correct the matter as quickly as I possibly can. None of us are here to make fun of or contribue to any stigma associated with people who wrestle with their own mental health, of course, and it is my sincere hope that nothing like that will occur either accidentally or on purpose.

Thanks,

Eol

Any conversation regarding the game can certainly be moved to the Q&A, at this point. This thread can be reserved for any future recruitment.

Just give me a minute to claim one more spot in the Q&A first.

Nope... just me exercising my phenominal cosmic mod powers.

Fleshed out Sam's entry, just now, feel free to take cues from that should you choose.

I've edited the "Persons of Interest" posts in the Q&A so that they contain a basic "stub" of information for each character and, also, reassigned ownership of each post to the character's player so that you may each add and/or update the information there as you see fit.

Plus, public profiles will help me keep track of powers for "combat mediation" purposes, as well.

Also, when putting up your character's profile, please include a note as to the status of your character's identity. The way I see it, now, is like this:

Penumbra's identity is "Secret" - most of the city knows who Alyeria Synclar is but have zero clue that she's Penumbra.

Dragonfly's identity, I assume, is also "Secret" - Depending on her "day job," friends, family, and some portion of the general public know who Zareena is but have no idea that she's Dragonfly.

Samael's identity is technically "Public" - Lots of people have seen him, some have even interacted with him and know his name; however, he's generally assumed to be a myth, at this point.

Disturbance's identity is "Multiple"... ... not sure exactly how the fractured personality thing will work, just yet, but we'll figure it out.

Okay, personally, I'm fine with posting up character profiles "in the open," as I trust that whatever is there won't be used in any sort of meta fashion...For example:

• Just because Aly Synclar is Penumbra doesn't mean that it's "common knowledge." Your character may know Aly as the head of Syncorp but have no clue whatsoever that she's also Penumbra, leader of the Shadow Council.


• Everyone in Scyon City knows Dragonfly - she's the city's premier superhero, after all - but not everyone is aware that Dragonfly is Zareena Reed.


• Samael has only been operating in Scyon City for a short while when the game starts and has been spotted by and/or lent aide to a number of people, yet, he's still considered to be a "myth" as he kind of goes out of his way to stay hidden (unless he can't).


• Disturbance... wellll... that all kind of depends on exactly how he's going to fit into the game, I suppose. Is he a "freelancer" who has recently shown up in town? Is he working as an enforcer for the Shadow Council (undercover or otherwise)? Hmmmmm.....

If any of you have other preferences, let me know.

P.S. The full extent of anyone's powers wouldn't be known in-game by anyone else. Only those that are "personally observed" would be considered to be known.

...on character profiles, at the moment, are to have an individual entry for each PC on the first page of the Q&A thread.

Currently, I have reserved four spots for the four characters we already have (see the Persons of Interest I-IV posts, there). I figure that this will allow for each player to post their character's bio, powers, etc, plus keep track of any NPCs specific to those characters (Myriem, Dweeb, and Gunny, in Disturbance's case.)

Alternatively, I could be convinced to make a specific thread solely for the purpose of listing character profiles if you'd all prefer that I do so. That might make it easier if/when we have other folks decide they want to play without having to shuffle things around in the Q&A to fit new arrival in on page 1?

What are the groups preferences?

...I've staked out a game thread and a Q&A thread for us, folks. Nothing really interesting in either of them, as yet, but stay tuned, it's coming. I'm hoping to get, at least, an opening post to the game thread and some info on the city itself to the Q&A by the first part of this week.

People of Scyon City

• Madison Watts - Mayor of Scyon City
  
  
  
  • Early in her first term as Mayor.
  
  
  • Caucasian woman in her late 40's with hazel eyes and strawberry-blonde hair.
  
  
  • 5' 6", 145 lbs
  
  
  
  


• Elliot Booth - SCPD Chief of Police
  
  
  
  • Has been SCPD's Chief for the past 5 years
  
  
  • Distinguished looking African-American man in his mid-50's with greying hair and deep brown eyes.
  
  
  • 5' 11", 185 lbs
  
  
  
  


• Father Thomas Chapman - A priest at St Sebastian's Cathedral
  
  
  
  • Has been a priest his entire adult life and a resident of Scyon City for 30+ years
  
  
  • Eldery caucasian man in his mid to late 60's, grey-green eyes and white hair (balding)
  
  
  • 5'8", 140 lbs
  
  
  • Friend of Samael
  
  
  
  


• "The Inspectre" - A masked vigilante from 1950s/1960s era Scyon City. Retired.
  
  
  
  • More information to come
  
  
  
  

((Descriptions to come... along with more people, as well.))

Real Name: Samael

Identity: Public (but believed by most to be a myth)

Occupation: None (formerly sideshow freak)

Gender: Male; Age:Unknown (appears to be in mid-20s or early 30s)

Height: 6' Weight: 150 lbs Eyes: Ice blue Hair: Black

Known Relatives: None

Base of Operations: St Sebastian's Cathedral on the city's waterfront

Background Information:

The creature calling himself Samael (likely more commonly known to the general populace as "the Archangel of Scyon City") seems to be as much a mystery to himself as he is to those who may have ever encountered him. The earliest memories he can recall date back no more than five years and primarily involve being a sideshow attraction in a travelling show called "Anatashia's Carnival and Mystical Menagerie." His first memories, in fact, are of awaking in the cage that was to be his home for the next several years and his brutal introduction to the Carnival's owner, Stephen Anatashia, who gave him the name Samael and informed him that he was property of the carnival. Many of Samael's other memories involve little more than being forced to perform for (or just being gawked at by) the carnival's paying customers, being shackled and caged when he wasn't performing (as well as being beaten by his brutish handlers when he tried to refuse doing one or the other)... perhaps the worst of his memories, though, are those of the "torture" inflicted upon him by Anatashia himself. Whenever the man appeared (whether it was to praise or taunt him) Samael always felt an overwhelming sense of weakness, dread, and despair as if Anatashia's presence alone as somehow draining the life energy (and perhaps his sanity) from him.

Samael isn't sure exactly how long suffered under Anatashia's domination... it may have been months, years, or even centuries as far as he could tell... but, not long ago, when the train transporting the carnival and its menagerie through a rainsoaked night derailed not far from Scyon City The crash killed a few, injured many, and, through some twisting of the fates, loosed Samael from his cage. His handlers tried to return him to his cage, of course, but, freed from any sort of restraints for the first time in literally as long as he could remember, Samael was able to overpower them and, in the chaos that ensued, disappeared into the storm-shrouded night. The next morning found him on the outskirts of Scyon City, still being pursued by Anatashia's minions (now heavily armed). Samael found his way into a museum via a rooftop entrance where he hoped to hide from his pursers. It was in this museum that Samael acquired the bits of armor that he now wears and the spear he carries with him - his attempts to hide from Anatashia's men had proved fruitless and, as the thugs stormed the museum, Samael stripped the armor and weaponry from one of the museums displays and made effective use of both in the battle that followed. In the end, the museum was in shambles, Anatashia's men were dead or very near it, and Samael himself had flown off deeper into the city to recuperate. Since this time, reports of a "birdman" or an "angel with black wings" have been few but not entirely uncommon in Scyon City... Sometime these accounts are simply vague or distant sightings but there have been others, alternately describing the thing as a winged thief or angelic saviour. Samael considers himself to be neither of these things and would rather simply be accepted as "a normal man" (or, at the very least, not be treated as some outcast freak) but is unsure, given his appearance and abilities, how he will ever make this happen. He has heard tales of another world, called Arcadia, that is somehow connected to the one in which he now exists and, often times, finds himself wondering if that isn't the world from which he originated and, if it is, how to get back... and, if Arcadia isn't his home, what place is?

Description:

Samael is a tall and slender but sleekly-muscled creature with raven-black hair that falls in waves to his shoulders, piercing blue-eyes that seem to look through (or perhaps into) rather than directly at whatever his gaze might fall upon, and, most distinctively, a pair of large, blue-black feathered wings that issue from his back - (estimates from "witnesses" variably put his wingspan between 16 and 25 feet). He is often seen adorned in a piecemeal (breastplate, greaves, and gauntlets) and somewhat tarnished suit of silvery plate-mail and carrying a large, broad-bladed spear.

Abilities:
Strength: 2
Agility: 7
Fighting: 5
Awareness: 4
Stamina: 3
Dexterity: 4
Intellect: 2
Presence: 4

Defenses:
Dodge: 8
Parry: 6
Fortitude: 6
Toughness: 8
Will: 8

Offense:
Initiative: +7
Bow of Light (blast) Damage 4....+0 DC 19....Crit 20
Spear of Light :Str-based damage 2...+7, DC 19....Crit 20
Throw.................... +4, DC 17.... Bludegon, Crit 20
Unarmed................. +5, DC 17..... Bludegon, Crit 20
Wingblast: Burst Area Damage 2... DC 17.......... Crit 20

Powers:

• Wings:Flight 5: Speed: 60 mph, 900 ft/rd; Innate (extra); Wings(flaw) [8PP] Alternate Effects/Powers:

• Wingblast: Burst Area Damage 2(Alt): DC 17; Burst Area 30 ft radius sphere, DC 12

• Wing Shield: Impervious Toughness 3Alt

• Bow of Light (Blast): Damage 4: DC 19; Increased Range 2: Perception [14PP]

• Spear of Light: Strength-based Damage 2(Alt): DC 19

• Healing Light (Healing) 4(Alt)

• Divine Intervention (Immortality) 4: Return after 2 days [8PP]

Advantages:

• Equipment 1 - 5pts of equipment per rank

• Fascinate (Persuasion) - use an interaction skill to entrance others

• Fearless - Immune to fear effects

• Inspire - Spend a Hero Point to grant allies a +1 circumstance bonus per rank.

• Interpose - Take an attack meant for an ally.

• Redirect - Use Deception to redirect a missed attack at another target.

Movement:

• Base movement Speed: 2 miles/hour, 30 ft/rd (run 4mph, 60 ft/rd; swim 0.5 mph, 6 ft/rd)


• Wings: Flight 5: Speed: 60 mph, 900 ft/rd


• Routine Jump Distance: Running Jump 14 ft; Standing 7 ft; vertical 2.8 ft; standing vertical 1.4 ft


• Throwing Distance: Throw 800lbs 6 feet; 200 lbs 30 ft; 50 lbs 120 ft

Equipment

• Plate-Mail


• Antique Spear

Skills

• Acrobatics - +11 (4 ranks, 7 ability)

• Athletics - +4 (2 ranks, 2 ability)

• Close Combat - +7 [Spear of Light] (2 ranks, 5 ability)

• Deception - +4 (4 ability)

• Insight - +8 (4 ranks, 4 ability)


• Intimidation - +8 (4 ranks, 4 ability)

• Perception - +8 (4 ranks, 4 ability)

• Persuasion - +8 (4 ranks, 4 ability)

• Ranged Combat - +6 [Bow of Light] (2 rank, 4 ability)

• Stealth - +7 (7 ability)

Complications:

• Enemy: Stephen Anatashia - owner of the carnival from which Samael escaped. Wants "his angel back... even if it's stuffed!"

• Motivation: Acceptance - Just wants to be normal... or at least accepted by normal people.
  
  


• Amnesia: Samael remember nothing earlier than approximately5 years ago and has only recently discovered his "light powers"... it's entirely possible that he is unaware of his Immortality.

Description:

• Population: 7.5 million (approximately)


• Area: 486.3 square miles

Districts, Neighborhoods, and Points of Interest:

• North Liberty (The northernmost district of Scyon City)
  
  
  
  • Scyon International Airport
  
  
  • Lincoln Bridge
    
    
    
    • Connects North Liberty to Uptown (Lincoln) across the North River
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Washington Tunnel
    
    
    
    • Connects North Liberty to Uptown (North Point) beneath the North River
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Adams Bridge
    
    
    
    • Connects North Liberty to Uptown (western North Point, near North Point Harbor) across the confluence of the North and East Rivers
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Liberty Bridge Ferry
    
    
    
    • While there is no longer an actual bridge here, there is a ferry service that provides access, across the Libert River, to/from North Liberty and the upper reaches of The Palisades
    
    
    
    
  
  
  
  


• Uptown
  
  
  
  • Lincoln
  
  
  • North Point
  
  
  • West Village
    
    
    
    • Club Silhouette
    
    
    • Queens Bridge - Connects Uptown to the Palisades across the Queens River
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • South Point
    
    
    
    • Channel Park
    
    
    • Starr Bridge - Connects Uptown to Midtown across the South Channel
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Kingston
    
    
    
    • East River Park
    
    
    • Cross Bridge - Connects Uptown and Midtown across the South Channel just befoe it flows into East River
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Candlewick
    
    
    
    • Detroit Ave Bridge - Connects Uptown to South Channel Island across the north Branch of South Channel
    
    
    • Williams Street Bridge - Connects Uptown to South Channel Island across the north Branch of South Channel
    
    
    
    
  
  
  
  


• South Channel Island
  
  
  
  • Candle Street Part
  
  
  • South Channel Park
  
  
  • Roxbury Bridge - Connects South Channel Island to Midtown across the southern fork of South Channel
  
  
  
  


• Midtown
  
  
  
  • Columbia Point
    
    
    
    • SCPD Headquarters
    
    
    • Syncorp Enterprises Corporate HQ
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • West Riverside
  
  
  • Scyon Heights
    
    
    
    • Scyon City Park
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Fort Chelton
    
    
    
    • St Mary's Park
    
    
    • Scyon City Opera House
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • South Riverside
  
  
  
  


• Scyon River Island (aka "The Fens")
  
  
  
  • Clark Madison Mental Health Facility
  
  
  
  


• Downtown
  
  
  
  • West Hanover
    
    
    
    • West Hanover Park
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Hanover Hill
    
    
    
    • SCPD Major Crimes Unit
    
    
    • Scyon City Correctional Institute
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Lantern Hill
  
  
  • Central Heights
    
    
    
    • Scyon City Stock Exchange
    
    
    • Scyon City Hall
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • East Parkside
    
    
    
    • Trillium Park
    
    
    
    
  
  
  • Gorman Basin
    
    
    
    • Synclar Docks
    
    
    
    
  
  
  
  


• Bay View Island




• Scyon City Stadium


• St Sebastian's Cathedral


• Port Scion Docks




• Bay View Heights


• The Palisades
  
  
  
  • Synclar Estate
  
  
  
  

((More to come))

This is the Q&A thread for Stories from Scyon City.

Currently approved characters for this game are:

• Alyeria Synclar/Penumbra - played by SilentOne


• Samael/The Archangel of Scyon City - played by Eol Fefalas


• Zarenna Reed/Dragonfly - played by CameToPlay


• Preston Smith/Disturbance - played by Hammer


• ???/ Scarecrow (aka Candyman) - played by Espatier

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Intro - Samael (Part 1)

The Synclar Estate - Eight Months ago

“Are you sure about this, Sam,” Alyeria Synclar sighed, her eyes turning toward the lights of Scyon City shimmering beyond the Queens River, “You know you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you’d like.”

“I know, Aly,” came the reply over the faint rustling of feathers and the muted padding of bare feet on the marble terrace, “You’ve told me as much, more than once, today...”

At the gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder, Aly sighed, again, tore her gaze from the city lights and turned it to the winged man standing at her side. The sadness she felt was mirrored back to her in Sam’s own smile and the gleam of his ice-hued eyes as they peered at her from behind the messy spill of his raven-black hair.

“...but I’m afraid I’ve stayed too long already, and I’d hate for the trouble that follows me to find its way to your door.

You’ve done so much for me in these past months, little sister, and I can no more ask you to do anything else than I can remain hidden away in your guest house.” Sam gestured to the distant skyline with the tip of the spear he carried, then, and both of their eyes followed. “I feel I need to be there,” he continued softly, “Something calls to me… tells me that, somehow, that’s where I’m needed… where my presence won’t bring you trouble that you don’t deserve.”

“I can hold my own against any trouble that might come,” Aly protested, “I have security, walls, resources…”

Sam shook his head, forestalling anything she might say next. “Those things are for you, Alyeria, for your family. They’re not meant to guard against any difficulties that I might bring and, as I’ve told you, Anatashia is not the sort of trouble that anyone can truly be prepared for. It’s best that I go… for both of us.”

The weak smile Aly offered, then, did little to mask her disappointment but she refused to let it falter into a frown. “But where will you stay,” she asked, “what will you do?”

“I’ll find a place,” Sam answered with a faint shrug that set the feathers of his wings to rustling, “Somewhere quiet. Out of the way.” His hand fell away from her shoulder, then, and he smiled at her as his bare feet carried him a step closer to the edge of the terrace. “As to what I’ll do,” he continued, his wings beginning to unfurl, “I’ll watch. Learn. Remember. Maybe even help?”

As the massive, obsidian colored wings began to lift Sam from the ground, Aly pushed her way forward through the wind they generated and reached out a hand. “Will… will you come back,” she asked, squinting slightly against the tears that had begun to well in her eyes as Sam’s fingers folded over hers.

“Of course, I will,” Sam smiled softly, “I owe you my life, after all. I’ll never be far away, little sister.”

Despite that promise, Aly was still reluctant to let go of the winged man’s hand, and drew the moment out by scanning him with an appraising gaze. He was in much better shape than he had been when she’d found him a year ago - she had originally thought him to be dead when she’d discovered his body crumpled at the edge of the property - and he wore his bits and pieces of armor over a pair of jeans and a black Halestorm t-shirt, now, rather than the tattered toga like garment she’d found him in. When her eyes made it to where his toes hover just inches from the ground, though, she smirked and, then, chuckled as her gaze lifted to meet his, once more. “Are you sure you don’t want a pair of shoes, at least?”

Sam offered another faint shake of his head, smiling in return as he let her fingers slip from his. “You’ve already given me more than enough, Aly.”

“Yeah?” she said, her hand falling back to her side, “Well, you look ridiculous!”

Sam chuckled at that and, with a beat of his wings, climbed a bit higher toward the sky. “Ridiculous or not,” he called over another beat, “I’ll see you soon, Aly. Remember, I’m never far.”

“Not soon enough,” Aly sighed, folding her arms across her chest as she watched him climb higher and, then, wing his way east toward the lights of Scyon City. “Be careful out there, Sam.”

Found Preston's profile and PM'd it to you, Hammer! I believe I have a more detailed breakdown of his powers somewhere but have yet to locate that. Will update you when I find it.

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