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Born: July 04, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 0
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Merida Campbell's Biography

Name: Merida Campbell

Pronounced: Meh*rie*dah

Will answer to: Meri, M, Merida or Doc

Birth Home: Inveraray, Scotland (NW of Glasgow)

Date of Birth: 4th of July

Parents: Malcom and Bridgette Campbell

Siblings: Duncan, Robert, Michael and William (Merida is the youngest of five children)

Education: University of Strathclyde
University of Edinburg - The Queen’s Medical Research Institute
Degrees of Study: Doctor of Medicine
Doctor of Advance Trauma Medicine

Military: Recruited by the Royal Marines - Part of both SAS and SAB

Skills: Hand to hand contact, Archery, Knives and Blades, Guns, Explosives, Computers, Biology & Chemistry

Currently on assignment in United States, practicing Medicine. When not an undercover operative and not stitching others up, she loves the following hobbies: - Cooking - Whiskey - Music & Art - Hunting - Reading

Thank you for the beautiful artwork, Mackenzie.

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Beau Theroux

Joseph French

Jack Angiers

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Chiara Maxx

Kiernan Tigra

Samantha Webster

Tobias Morgan

Julien Vaillancourt


Hughie Webb

Lisbeth Salander

Desmond Graeves

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Jack Angiers 02/18/20 Listening to Merida speak of her work made Jack smile, and if he was totally honest, somewhat envious. Imagine doing something you enjoyed that much that also helped people. He needed to find something to do.

“No, you didn’t put me to sleep at all. You do good work, Merida, you should be proud of it, and I expect it’s long hours as well. Tell me, how does a doctor come to be amongst a ragtag bunch such as ourselves?”
Desmond Graeves 02/14/20 Artemis moves to sit in front of Desmond now giving him a look before looking at the girl. "He's friendly, overly friendly and loves attention."
Jack Angiers 02/13/20 When Merida asked him if anything was wrong, Jack realised he was frowning and quickly smiled instead. “No, nothing’s wrong. This is just really nice, is all. The kindness in this place is, ah, a little overwhelming for me sometimes.” We’re talking about our feelings now? His mind screamed at him, and he choked back a laugh.

“I certainly understand wanting to be more personable, something I’m working on as well. As to deserving a thing or not, I suppose you’re right.” He paused a moment thinking on her words. “What work is it you do that keeps you so occupied?”
Jack Angiers 02/13/20 Amazed at the array of baked goods and booze in the basket held by Merida, Jack was momentarily speechless. “All this, for me? Merida, this is incredibly generous. Thank you very much.”

He accepted the basket and held it close. Apart from the rose key Beau had given him, this was pretty much the first gift he had ever received. Like, ever. His childhood was non-existent and as a human, he never got close enough to anyone, never formed the connection that would bring about the conditions needed for gift giving. Admittedly, Jack had done precious little gift-giving himself, something he was starting to work on.

Looking at Merida, who he realised was a stunning woman, Jack frowned. Looked at the basket again, then back at her. “I’m not sure I’ve done anything to deserve this, but again, thanks.”
Violet Adler 02/12/20 The bright, bubbly woman offered up a thousand-watt smile to the kind stranger. "Thanks, Merida! I'm Violet, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She stuck her right hand out in greeting, the grin never wavering from her face.
Beau Theroux 02/09/20 Evergreen hues stared at the picture of his bare chested self before shifting his gaze up to Merida. A soft blush filled his cheeks as he sheepishly took the pen to sign his name in surprisingly graceful cursive followed by a small heart.

"Uh, there y'go, cher. And thank ya."
Jack Angiers 02/09/20 After leaving the gin with Beau, Jack headed back to his quarters. Since it appeared he was sticking around longer than initially thought he would make the place homey instead of the basics that were there now. Moving fast he didn't see Merida until she spun into him. Quickly taking her by the shoulders so she wouldn't topple over, he waited until she was solid before he dropped his hands.

"Merida, you okay there? You look like you're on a mission, girl. Need a hand?"
Desmond Graeves 02/09/20 "Uh thank you very much, I'm Desmond and"
Motions to the one eyed cat by his feet.
"That's Artemis"
Elias Morgan 02/06/20 After retrieving the card he gave it a once over, inspecting it's contents and, as always, analyzing it more than he probably should. Every decision she had made in the creation of her contact card gave a fragment of her own personality away, whether she realized it or not. Once finished he slid it into his pocket. "I greatly appreciate it, Merida. I'm sure our paths will cross again."
Greer Luin 02/06/20 Greer been gon’ for a lil’ while but she be back now and she wasn’ sure how she be feelin’ about comin’ round. She left for a reason and din’t give no body any warnin’ about her absence, so when this girl be approachin’ her she felt uneasy. She don’ be knowin’ this broad and she din’t like that she come up ta her all friendly like. Now Greer ain’t no mean spirited person but that din’ mean she wasn’ wary. All this business about welcomin’ strangers set her afire with paranoia but she smile anyway n’ made sure to tuck away the face of this here girl for future reference.

“Thank ya.”
Samantha Webster 02/05/20 Relaxed almost against her will, Sam nodded and offered a tentative smile. "I... appreciate that. It feels... I still feel as if I have hair inside my skin, but it isn't... it doesn't hurt anymore. And as for nail polish, we can always have a spa day and take it all off after."
Samantha Webster 02/05/20 Samantha didn't understand the Gaelic, but the meaning shone as clear as Merida's summery smile. She found herself stilling slightly even though the answer was the one she'd expected. Dully, looking down at her perfectly manicured fingernails, glossy with black polish, she replied, "I wasn't. I..." A bitter smile twisted her pretty lips. "At least you can say I am a survivor. Thank you, though. For coming to talk to me even though I must smell like petrichor and cold copper. I've never not known what to do before."
Samantha Webster 02/05/20 And now, of all times, Sam's worry threatened to overturn her bravery. She bit her chapped lower lip, mentally chastised herself and just asked. "Were you... were you born, like we are now?" Normally, her voice seemed flat, almost American, devoid of any dialect save an occasional sympathetic pick up of whatever sound she was hearing (so there had been a hint of Scottish as she'd spoken to Merida) but now her original Russian bled through a little, harshening the consonants and rounding out the vowels. "Were you born a wolf?"
Samantha Webster 02/05/20 "I can hardly say no if you pull out all the stops like that," Samantha chuckled, her tone making it clear that she hadn't wanted to say no at all. "But don't put Beau to any trouble on my account. I, too, was raised to be something like polite, even if circumstances have roughened me. May I ask you an impertinent question, Merida?"
Samantha Webster 02/05/20 The smile broadened until it threatened sweetness (an unfamiliar gesture for "Ice-Queen" Webster, but something about Merida seemed to bring out the lighter part of her, the part she'd thought long buried). "I haven't had a decent beignet since I left Paris. That's seven years. I don't know why you'd risk so much on an uncertain factor, but I must admit I appreciate it. And I am interested."
Samantha Webster 02/05/20 The woman who had approached was lovely, there was no doubt about that, but her scent was... welcoming, comforting. Sun-warmed clean laundry and lilac. Samantha let herself smile, even though the gesture was not a familiar one, not since her teeth had reshaped themselves after her change. "Thank you, Miss." On impulse she extended a hand. "I'm Sam. Samantha Desiderata Justine deMornay Webster, but Sam's easiest."
Elias Morgan 02/04/20 As the woman's voice rang through the night air Elias came to a halt. Turning on his heel ever so slightly as to face the woman he returned her smile with his own dazzling one. Reaching a hand out he gave a slight bow. "How kind," the Welshman said while meeting the woman's gaze with his own bright blue hues, "I am Elias. I appreciate you welcome and offers. I was not expecting such kindness, if I am being honest."
Kiernan Tigra 01/30/20 A blessing? Kiernan thought to himself. It had been quite some time since anybody had considered him a 'blessing' in their lives. "I - I am glad to hear you think that." Kiernan stuttered momentarily. "I'm still getting used to dealing with actual people again, it seems." He said a bit sheepishly to himself. Time on his own in another place made it even harder for him to take a compliment in any capacity.

Eyeing her phone curiously, Kiernan nodded in understanding. "Duty calls?" He wondered out loud, until Merida turned her phone off and tucked it away again. An eyebrow raised at her choice of words, but Kiernan did not outwardly comment on it. "In truth I was not anticipating company today. Or for you to be quite as interested as you have been." Night black wings fidgeted as he spoke. "The only thing that comes up off the top of my head would be a 'tour' of a place of your choice." The Angel nodded, satisfied with that idea.

Chuckling, Kiernan shook his head. "Despite how good-natured I've been so far, I can be rather mischievous." After a brief pause, Kiernan continued, "I like being outside and exploring though. I travel the world searching for various things that might explain a bit more about myself. I'm generally out and about at night, and let me tell you, you've never lived until you've flown above the clouds to see the stars above." Looking upwards, Kiernan smiled widely as he gestured to the sky. As he did so, there was a brief flickering of light between his fingertips, to which he frowned at momentarily. "Being followed, we are." He commented, in Yoda fashion, his expression switching to a smile as he looked to Merida. "I'll explain that later, there's too many people out here for that right now." With a mischievous wink, Kiernan continued like nothing was up. "If you'd like to go explore, do you want or need to go home to drop anything off?" He asked, gesturing at her person in general.
Tobias Morgan 01/29/20 I hadn't noticed.
*leans forward*
A noble cause, but there are others far more in need of protection than me, my dear.
Tobias Morgan 01/29/20 Oh, I don't know. This place has a certain charm.
*looks her up and down*
*gives a playful grin*
Are you stalking me?
Julien Vaillancourt 01/28/20 His faint smile twitched in answer to hers. "Drinks it is. I look forward to it."
Julien Vaillancourt 01/28/20 Julien chuckled ruefully. "I cannot imagine that number of debts I will owe you if this keeps up. Nonetheless, I'm deeply appreciative."
Jack Angiers 01/26/20 Jack throws back his head in genuine laughter, then bites his lip. It's not often people get a real reaction from him like this.
"Don't let the wings fool you. I don't have an innocent bone in my body."
Jack Angiers 01/26/20 -Grins as Merida frees him-
Thank ya darlin'. I seem to be spending a bit of time in there.
-affects outrage-
And, I'm innocent I tell ya.
Kiernan Tigra 01/24/20 "You flatter me too much!" Kiernan proclaimed with a smile as she took the paper and slipped it into her jacket. It did not go unnoticed by him that she put it on the left side of her jacket - over her heart as she'd said. "First I'm a celebrity, and now keeping a memento close to your heart! I must find some way to return the favour, I feel." The Angel raised an eyebrow, still smiling.

As Merida elaborated on her own thoughts and experiences, Kiernan's expression became one of curiosity and thoughtfulness. His own 'job' often had much the same impact on his personal life, often in unexpected ways. He found himself fidgeting with his left ring finger, which was bare of any adornments now.

"I can definitely relate with that; It's hard to keep a relationship when another Realm pulls you away. You're not coming across as muddled at all, you're as clear as the night sky above the clouds." Part of him hated being vague about himself, but if Merida got to know him better, he would likely elaborate more.

While Kiernan was still looking at Merida, he was also looking 'beyond' her as he thought about his own past. With a slight shake of his head, he brought himself back to the 'here' walking and talking with her. "Well, do you still not have any time on your hands? I seem to have semi-interrupted your trip today, I think it's only fair I make that up to you with something 'fun'. That is, if you've got some time to spare?" She seemed to be rather intrigued with the Angel, which made Kiernan smile a bit as he looked between her expressions and watching where they were going.
Jack Angiers 01/18/20 A genuine grin lit his face as a familiar woman welcomed his return.

"Merida. Thank ya, darlin'. It's good to be here again."
Jynn 01/04/20 Thanks, I appreciate the welcome
Hughie Webb 11/14/19 Hughie reached into the inner pocket of his and pulled out a small black card holder, he produced an odd-looking piece of rectangular metal and held it out to her. There was print on it in a couple of locations, at one of the narrow ends it was solid and had print the other end looked like parts from a model car - Five differently shaped, narrow metal pieces that were several times longer than the solid section fo the piece, and looked as though they could pop out. Overall it was slightly larger than a standard business card, but no thicker and it would easily fit into a wallet.
"My card, it doubles as a lock pick if you're ever stuck outside of something. I think that sounds like a good idea."
The card read 'Hughie Webb, TechLead' along with contact information.
Hughie Webb 11/09/19 Hughie released her hand after the squeeze and listened to her as she spoke, a sanctuary was some sort of clan, guild, or cult. He nodded his head in understanding and thought about it, there was strength in numbers. "That does sound like it may be a good idea.." He thought for a second again I may, at some point.
His gaze shifted to be level with hers, and he smiled. "Perhaps I will, however, I think I would need to check things out and get to know people first. I tend to be a bit difficult to live with at times." A chuckle escaped him "I wouldn't want to be somewhere and end up a sliver instead of a benefit."
Solomon King 11/08/19 Turning at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, cobalt eyes alighted upon the curious brunette. No recognition passed behind his gaze, and there was an aloofness about him that kept his response from sounding too friendly.

"Could be. Who's asking?"
Hughie Webb 11/06/19 He studied her face for a moment before looking to the hand she extended, his gaze lingered there for a moment before shifting back to her face as he extended his own hand. "Hughie." he introduced himself as he took her hand in his own and gave a gentle squeeze, not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know he was there. A sanctuary? he asked.
Hughie Webb 11/06/19 Hughie didn't notice the woman approaching him at first, it wasn't until she got near and he heard her speak that he seemed to be pulled from a world only he inhabited in his head. He studied her through bright blue eyes. People here seemed friendly, but one could never be too trusting in the beginning. "How may I be of service to you?" he asked.
Virelai Tylwyth 10/04/19

All throughout the Realm strange events were occurring, dark and dangerous things were stirring within the space they had all claimed as home. And yet, among all of those frightening happenings, there was an undercurrent of something more. Strange flyers were materializing at random intervals. On alley walls, grave stones, in pockets and upon coffee tables, tucked away in the most peculiar places where you would swear there was nothing before.

With them came the doors, black oak with a spindly red flower engraved in the grain, seeming to come from nowhere. They would simply appear in those same odd places. Tucked in an alcove of a back-alleyway, taking up space on a mausoleum, or within abandoned houses. And the flyers were the key.

On the selected date they would take flight, tugging and fluttering like moths to a flame, and lead the way – for those who were found to have one of those pieces of paper in their possession – to those doors. Others might stumble across them in those hidden places and place their hand upon the smooth wood, watch them swing open, and walk through.

That same red flower would bloom on the back of the hand of any who chose to do so. And there would be another pull, a shift in the air as they traveled through darkness, and a second door would open revealing a fog covered woodland. A short way ahead there would be a house, tall and strange, with a large black door inviting them in.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/11/19 Yule hummed a cheerful little tune as she sauntered down the Dungeon corridors, her eyes glittering with amusement behind the shadows cast by the mask that covered the upper half of her face. She felt good, awake, vibrant, and ready to cause a little mischief. And what better way to do so than causing a little trouble for the human police who always managed to snag a beast or beauty of the Other side despite their incompetence.

She came to a locked cell and stripped off the glove of her right hand while her left braced against one of the upper bars of the cell, lounging against them while she worked. Her fingertips stroked along the metal that went from cold to ice covered in a matter of moments. Leaning back, satisfied with her work, she slammed her elbow against the padlock and watch it crumble to the floor before opening the cell.

"Good evening." She grinned, sliding her glove back into place. "Seems a shame to waste the night in a cell, so I thought I'd lend you a hand."

You managed to break out Merida Campbell.
The Preacher 09/04/19 why thank you very much
Joseph French 08/26/19 "I think you're just cooking up some unrealistic expectations for who you think I am," Joe replied with a mild chuckle. "Maybe I'm just this nothing."
Joseph French 08/23/19 "What do I like to do?" Joseph asked, scrunching his face a little in thought. What DID he like to do? Recently, all he'd done was run away. Did that count as a hobby? Nah. He shook his head and shrugged. "No idea. Sorry, I guess I'm not really the best company."
Joseph French 08/22/19 Joe pursed his lips as he pushed the items back into his pocket, saving the pack of cards in one hand. "I don't really do that," he said, as he began to sort through the cards. They were tatty and a little torn and when he found it, the Queen of Hearts had black marker pen scribbled over her face. He held it out to her regardless. "Talking, I mean. I don't."
Joseph French 08/22/19 Joseph pondered the bottle in his hands, turning it around once more in his palm. With a frown and a slight gruff noise from somewhere in his throat, he slipped a hand into his pocket and produced a used deck of cards, a half-full pack of cigarettes, a couple of dollar bills, and some gum aka everything he currently had on his person. He held them out in his spare hand and returned his gaze to the woman. "Take one," he requested. He was never very good at taking gifts and didn't enjoy being left indebted to anyone. "Please."
Joseph French 08/22/19 "I am..." he replies, holding out a hand to steady the stranger. No sooner does he do, does he suddenly become in possession of a bottle. "Oh." He draws it closer, examining the bottle. "Why though?"
Flahme 08/19/19 "Merida, it's wonderful to meet you, even in these circumstances."
-thinks and purses lips-
"You wouldn't know anything about a party held by The Lycan's Den, would you?"
Flahme 08/19/19 You managed to break out Merida Campbell.
-sniffs the air-
"Who says demons and weres can't work together."
-winkles nose-
"I'm Flahme, now get out of this dungeon before the guards get here."
-grins and offers a hand-
Beau Theroux 08/18/19 Stroking his facial hair he listened intently to the woman's many interests while coming up with a few ideas along the way. "Alright, I will see what I can conjure up. I will also ask my teacher to see her recommendations. She has been doin' this for decades, so she know a f-ckin' ton."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 Having somebody so interested in art, let alone his own, made the man rather giddy. With a passion for the arts he could go on for days about any and all of it. After a moment of thought he dropped his shirt. "Braveheart huh? Well, what else interests you? Right off the bat Braveheart can be interpreted so many different ways, but we can personalize it specifically to you."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 "I would be honored to do so. And if you have any ideas, I can draw them up for you. Most of these are my original concept. My mother always put emphasis on the more artistic side of life so drawing is a hobby of mine." Thinking for a moment he lifted his shirt just a few inches and gestured to the image of a wolf's head with a bottle in it's jaws. "This here is the logo for my bar. I thought it deserved to be somewhere on me."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 The male didn't mind her entering his personal space; he never really did. It was hard for people to put Beau in an uncomfortable circumstance since there was very little that fazed him. "Depends. After a while, you get used to it. Just becomes a little sting." A proud smile illuminated his visage as he pointed a thumb to himself. "Well, look no further. I did quite a few of these myself."
Beau Theroux 08/17/19 Without thinking he copied her action, pushing his own dark hair from his face. A soft chuckled left him. "Yes, that is always the hardest part. Afterwards, though, you end up just wanting more everywhere." Pulling down the collar of his shirt he exposed the top portion of the tattoos on his chest. "it's addictive. I have them all over."
Beau Theroux 08/16/19 A bright smile greeted the woman. "Why thank ya! I heal pretty quickly, even for my kind, but if my arm ever gets lopped off, I know who t'go to." A soft laughter was given at his own joke. Rolling his arms around, he gazed down at the assorted shapes and colors with a prideful look on his visage. "I wouldn't mind that at all! If ya ever wanna get one, I know a guy."
Katarina Black 07/31/19 Katarina smiles as she signs her name to the poster. "Thank you" she responds once she is finished.
LillyEmperium 07/05/19 Welcome to the realm
Geoffrey Drake 07/04/19 Welcome to the Realm!
Hector Olivier 07/04/19 Hec mirrors her, smiling "You're welcome"
Hector Olivier 07/04/19 Welcome!
Beau Theroux 07/04/19 "Welcome to the Realm."
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