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</div><br/><b><span style="font-size: 26px">Name: Sebastian Kuparr Williams</span></b><br/>Alias: ?<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Cooper<br/><b>Age: </b>32<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>12th of July --> present<br/><b>Location: </b>Coober Pedy Australia --> Terramore<br/><b>Mood Music: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F1CtAzw53AIXKjAemxy4b1j%3Fsi%3D803015396b4e4f6f&amp;hash=2517bb7fb35167185fa72f78ea97f0a0" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/1CtAzw53AIXKjAemxy4b1j?si=803015396b4e4f6f" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Beds are Burning</a><br/>
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Indirect:</b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><b>12th July - 3pm - Coober pedy - Norther part of South Australia</b><br/><br/>Cooper emerged from the mineshaft at the end of his shift. The piercing whistling declaring the end of shift still cutting through the air. His body covered in sweat and sooth. He wiped his forehead with his dirty and calloused hand. His eyes readjusting from emerging from the near darkness. His fellow miners were headed to the local pub in town to down a couple of stiff ones. This time however Cooper didn't join them. He had more pressing business to attend to.<br/><br/>When he arrived back to his small little ranch he started tending to his animals. Feeding the horses and cows, cleaning out the barn and chicken coop, collecting eggs. All part of his daily routine the past couple of years. As his daily tasks got finished he finished working on the fence surround the chicken coop. A couple of chickens had gone missing the past few days and he had seen paw prints in the dirt.<br/><b><i>"You should just hunt down the pack and kill them all"</i></b>the growling voice in his head commented. Yet ignoring it, proving he was fully in charge he finished off the repairs on the fence. When dusk settled in, Cooper let out a sigh and rolled his shoulders as he finished work.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1671532516957-jpeg.138716/" title="1671532516957.jpeg">
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</div>Back inside his little farmhouse he was preparing for his simple dinner. Home grown potatoes, sweetcorn, carrots and tomatoes accompanied by some bread and boiled eggs. All he ate was home grown from his garden and he loved it. Lost in thought he silently ate his simple dinner when multiple howls were heard though the night sky. "Dingo's..." he muttered to himself. Grabbing his grandfather's old Lee-Enfield rifle he headed outside and peering through the night sky. Rifle in hand he ran to his chicken coop and scanned the area. Nothing... then he heard the ruckus coming from where his cattle roamed. At the sight of Cooper, the dingo packs scurried and ran away. Aiming his rifle he shot a couple of rounds in their direction but was fairly certain none had hit their mark. Then he saw the small calf laying on the ground... dead... bits and chunks already taken from the stiffening corpse. Cooper knelt by the dead calf and saw it was Annabelle's calf which had been birthed only three days prior. Closing his eyes he remembered an aboriginal prayer, he knew it was perhaps silly for a calf but he spoke the words none the less:<br/><i><b>"May you always stand as tall as a tree,<br/>
Be as strong as the rock Uluru,<br/>
Be as gentle as the morning mist,<br/>
Hold the warmth of the sacred campfire within you,</b></i><br/><b><i>And may the spirits of our ancestors always watch over you."</i></b><br/>As the final words left his voice, with his eyes closed he dozed off.<br/><br/>Cooper opened his eyes again and stood over the half eaten and mangled corpse of a dingo. His shirt gone and trousers ripped he stared down at the mangled corpse. His hands bloody and the heavy metal taste of blood in his mouth.<b><i>"You did it again didn't you"</i></b>he spoke to the presence within him.<b><i>"You needed meat"</i></b>was the only response he got. As he started to head back to his homeshed, he saw the head of the dingo, bashed him and ripped from it's body impaled on a fence post. He shook his head and decided to clean up the mess tomorrow.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><b>13th July - 10am - Coober pedy - Norther part of South Australia<br/>
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"Excuse me Seb? Sebastian Williams?" </b>Came the loud voice of a man accompanied by knocks on his door. Cooper, washed and cleaned from last night moved towards the door and opened it, while still naked. He didn't care. According to the Autochthonous peoples all men were created and born equal anyway.<br/><br/>Opening the door, he saw the local mailman looking at him in shock. He knew the man only from passing and had never really been fond of him. He was a weak and sickly looking chap. He handed him a letter and soon was off. Cooper peered at the man as he hurried away before staring down at the neatly folded letter. He never received mail so this was quite peculiar. He went back inside and placed the letter on his kitchen table and finished his breakfast. After cleaning up his mess from last night he came back inside, his eyes locking onto the pristine white envelope. With a heavy sigh he moved over and opened the envelope, his hands making red-brown blood stains on the envelope.<br/><i>"Dear Mr Williams,<br/>
Your departure with us many years ago was abrupt and we know you felt discarded.<br/>
Yet your presence is required on Terramore.<br/>
"</i><br/>He stared at the text and didn't know what to make of this letter...<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><b>14th July - Noon - Coober pedy - Norther part of South Australia</b><br/><br/>The letter kept resurfacing into his thoughts. He wondered why after all these years, they suddenly called him. The supers were long gone and so was most of the media blitz. His rough ways had never aligned well with their media - family friendly ways. He had been politely asked to leave before his training was complete. Before becoming a true Zodiac... and now they requested him to return.<b><i>"They must be a desperate lot, needing us ey? "</i></b>came the voice again. Stroking his beard he finally decided to go.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1671530578111-png.138714/" title="1671530578111.png">
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</div><br/>It was late afternoon as a Australian Nankeen Kestrel flew over the airport of Adelaide. Hovering above the building before landing on the air control tower's roof. The Kestrel perked it's head and looked around at all the airplanes standing on the runway. some taxiing to their parking spot while on others luggage was being on- or offloaded.<br/>Listening intently he could hear the muffled voices of the controllers directing in and outbound flights.<br/><b><i>"British airways flight BA6385, this is traffic controll Luggage will be loaded in 10minutes. Onboarding can commence, Estimate time of departure 48 minutes"</i></b><br/>the Kestrel easily spotted the British Airways flight and flew towards the parked airplane. Landing on the conveyor belt to store the luggage it perked up, scanning the area. Suddenly a small glow became visible around the Kestrel, it's form<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1671531246008-png.138715/" title="1671531246008.png">
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</div>contorting and morphing into something new. Wings folding in on itself, talons changing to paws, feathers to fur and within mere seconds the Kestrel was gone and a small Quokka set on the conveyor belt. Darting up the conveyor belt, hiding in the cargo hold.<br/>Biting open a suitcase, it crawled into the warm contents of clothes and took a nap.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><b>20th July - Nova Island - Terramore Island</b><br/><br/>A lone Kestrel flew over the amusement park on Nova Island. Landing on the roof of a building it looked at all the people enjoying their time. The Kestrel was tired, it had taken a couple of days flying from London to the island chain. Perked on top of the building the Kestrel easily spotted Aesir pushing his way through the crowd and into the employee zone. Later his attention was easily drawn to Estaban making a scene in the amusement park.<b><i>"That's two of them back... guess more of the old gang were called"</i></b>the Kestrel thought to itself.<br/>Flapping his wings, he picked up speed and flew to Terramore Island. Soon the old base came into view. His old home which never really had been a home.<br/><br/>Again sitting on top of one of the towers, he took in the scene. A young man appearing, asking if anyone was around. Followed by a red haired girl emerging from the base. That must be baby Addy... She was so small when he had last seen her, now a grown women. Then in a scene straight out of a horror movie came the blood splatter in the sky. A man dangling from a parachute made from blood. Chris was back to. Then finally came the bane of his existence. Vincent Darke... The man who had been one of the many reasons he had to leave Zodiac Island. Next to him stood Idris... the young girl had blossomed in a beautiful woman he mused. This would be one hell of a reunion.<br/><br/>As Vincent moved towards the base, the Kestrel adjusted it's position and sat on the ledge of the wall. When Vincent was about to pass through the entrance, the Kestrel pushed hard. White bird poop slowly fell towards the ground, falling on Vincent's shoulder. His nicely cut suit stained by the white Kestrel droppings. Amused with himself he flies off, making the distinct call of a Kestrel. He makes a low sweep passed the group of 'superheroes', before landing on the branch of a nearby tree. Tilting it's head slightly the Kestrell hops down from the branch to the ground. It's shape starting to morph and grow once more.<br/><br/>Within seconds the naked form of Cooper is standing in front of all his old acquaintances. Folding his arms across his chest, his manhood in full view he looks at the fellow supes and grins.<b><i>"Well don't you look like a sorry lot, ey? Can see why they called mi in to elp you out?"</i></b>he speaks in an heavy Australian accent. he turns his attention then to Idris, giving her a lil wink<b><i>"Long time princess, how've ya been?"</i></b>