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	are you ready for the storm?

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	▔▔	THE CONCEPT Seven years after their graduation, highschool alumni are invited by an acquaintance to host a reunion and witness the demolition of their old building, which may or may not include all the emotional baggage that comes with it. For those who've flown the nest, a brief period away in their hometown to reminisce and reflect surely could be an experience. Or maybe life since leaving has been so dull that there's nothing better to do. There's a level of enticement to the whole situation—it's easily the most interesting thing to happen to the small Maine town of Delton in years, and the human nature of curiosity wins in the end. In a deal between the district school board and Capital Construction, the 14 acres on which Ritman High has proudly stood are being razed to the ground for the company to build offices and expand into the area, and a reconstructed Ritman to be located between Delton Middle School and the community library; with improved sports facilities and a tech lab. The funding and renewed attention on Delton from the project are going directly back into the town's school infrastructure, furthering the district's higher-than-state-average quality. While Capital Construction didn't become the fastest growing American general contractor without accepting whatever attention they could get, the increased presence of their representatives in Delton brings with them the lingering conspiracy that has been attached to any headline about the company since their emergence in 2019. Their swift rise to the top of the rankings and frequent involvement in government projects have led to many theories—from absurdist claims of Satanism and child sacrifice to somewhat grounded, albeit paranoid, connections between CEO John Yates and top brass of the US Army. The choice to build new offices in Delton of all towns has also raised concerns, especially in the place of a beloved school that has existed for decades undisturbed. Catalysed by an impromptu get-together, all of this is going to come to a head in bigger ways than anyone could imagine... Oblivion is a character-driven, story-based roleplay that centres on a group of mid-20-year-olds that develop superpowers after a freak event during a highschool reunion, which naturally finds them deep in the middle of a conspiracy as they try and grapple with their new abilities. While the structure can be as loose or as strict as the group wants, plot points will progress through sub-acts that make up a larger main act. Character choices will affect the world and other characters moving forward, and while death is a minute possibility it is a possibility. I intend to run this for the long haul, especially depending on how far from the main story thread things stray, so devoted and dedicated players who aren't afraid of making world-altering choices are key. for convenience, this roleplay is set in an identical version of the modern world where covid never happened ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	▔▔	LOCATION A bright little town, built between a lush green forest and Maquoit Bay. Maine's I-295 and Coastal Route 1 run directly through it, connecting with State Routes 125 and 136, making it easily accessible. Being such a small town—at a population of just 1,325—local businesses are usually passed from generation to generation, though the town is more than open to new businesses and near-famous in parts of Maine for its outlet stores. There are a variety of places to spend your money—Delton has bars, restaurants, inns and a shopping plaza, where the majority of the big name outlets reside. The brand stores present in the town's commercial area tend to be staples of the community itself, occupying stores for decades as opposed to the revolving door of brands on big city high streets. Delton residents are loyal to their GAPs, Levi's and Old Navys. RITMAN HIGH SCHOOL [+] Gooo Magpies! Ritman High is one of the highest performing schools in the state of Maine and has facilities for performing arts and sports, namely soccer and basketball. The soccer and basketball teams regularly participate in Class B state competition, tasting gold on numerous occasions. Ritman's average graduation rate is 92% and highest enrolment 567, though the average enrolment is closer to 520. For seniors, the campus is open at lunchtime, meaning there is a congregation of students on Main Street at midday due to the school's close proximity. DELTON STATION BISTRO [+] Owned by Donovan Wilkerson, Delton Station Bistro (or just 'the Bistro', as residents call it) has been serving tourists and locals alike for over 3 decades. Housed inside an empty colonial mansion, it has become a beloved staple of the town, going through many refurbishings from the original interior. Presently, it has more of a modern bougie look. There was a very public battle in the 90s between McDonald's and the residents of Delton, when the fast food chain wanted to build a new location inside the house to sidestep Delton building codes. Donovan, a fresh-faced Australian immigrant, stepped in and opened the bistro he had always dreamed of having. Delton Station Bistro has been a staple of the community since. P. JOHNSON'S [+] P. Johnson's—often shortened to just P.J's—is Delton's very own queer micro-brewery and brewpub. While the LGBT population is small in the already-small community, P.J's has been a major queer space in Delton since the early 2000s. Non-queer patrons are also happily served, of course, and P.J's handpicked selection of classic draught and craft ale is welcome refreshment to anybody. They regularly donate to youth charities, stage live music in the garden and do regular work and events in the community, and most of the youth population have helped out with at least one P.J's function. MAJESTIC PLAZA [+] A thirteen minute walk outside of the main town area, Majestic has been a hotspot for teens to get away from it all and smoke or drink in private. The area is also favoured by those with a skateboard or scooter, as the other teen hotspot is a grass bank next to the cemetery. The plaza is where a majority of the outlet stores are located, though there are a few independent businesses and food chains like Subway, free of Delton's strict building code. Majestic also contains the only cinema for about 10 miles, which is thankfully cheap and decent for the price. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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[CaliforniaState]

מאיר

█ Meir Amos Maggid

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Cis-Male ► Sexuality - Hetero ► Nickname - Magi ► Occupation - Professor at MIT ► Qualifications - Valedictorian at Ritman Valedictorian at MIT Graduate PhD in Linguistics Specialization in Ancient & Dead Languages Multilingual ► Residence - Boston, Massaschusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Meir has quite the collection of scars covering his body, he considers them battle scars after surviving multiple thrashings by his bullies in school. ► Tattoos - Meir only has one tattoo which is the date of when his Grandparents were liberated from Auschwitz and reunited. 13th of Sh'vat, 5705 is written in on his right arm. ► Piercings - Pierced, but rarely worn. ► Style - Since most of his day is spent on campus or researching, Meir is usually dressed in a combination of business formal, casual, and professional. On his personal time off you can catch him wearing plain shirts, Henley's, and sweaters paired with jeans and sneakers or boots. His hair is usually just a naturally curly shag. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Riman High was far from kind to Meir, in, well everyway imaginable. Every bully needed a target and what better person than the nerdy Jewish kid that had just moved into town. If you couldn’t have guessed by now that particular kid was Meir. Whether it was his stick like figure, his generic cliched thick rimmed glasses, or his bordering obsession with books and languages it was his name that made him stick out. Most kid had simple names like Chris or John, but his parents found it necessary to paint a target on his back by naming him Meir Amos Maggid, yuck. Because of this he was branded as a nerd, a geek, and a total loser really. The years were kinder to him as they went on, the upper classmen graduated never to be seen again, thus leaving Meir at the helm of his own fate. His reputation and the vicious rumors that surrounded him since freshman year began to die down until they were nothing but echoes of the past. Like most nerds he found solace in his professors and hanging in the back of class, particularly like a wallflower. With no contact from females of any group besides a snide laugh or a pointed finger, he was never concerned with the realm of women. Instead, he focused on the realm of academics. I guess you could say he was an overachiever, which also made him a target. Assignments were always handed on time, tests never wavered under a perfect score of a 100%, and each paper had every prim and proper citation one could possibly achieve. Now reading and obtaining media regarding dead and foreign languages wasn’t cheap. That’s when Meir made the most of his brain and began to attend SAT’s for kids at other schools for the right price and writing term papers at a marked-up price. What he lacked in brawn he surely made up in brain. He never got caught and eventually graduated as Ritman High’s Valedictorian, with accolades to boot. Despite the hardships he faced, there were plenty of other students in attendance that took the heat away from him and allowed him to prosper once the daily swirly’s and noogies were out of the way. PSYCHE As long as Meir could remember he’s always been an introvert. It’s not that he didn’t want to socialize or didn’t know how, but much rather the anxiety he would get any time he tried to get it out. Now this could be due to his bullying in school or just how he was generally raised. All he did was stay inside and focus on reading. His first experience with the love of languages and dialect came from when he had to read the Torah and learn Hebrew in order to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah. There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone and the latter was where Meir resided. What he couldn’t get from the outside world he found in his father’s library. Now this didn’t mean he disliked people, but just the opposite. Meir is a true idealist. always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. He is the kind of person you can relentlessly vent to and have no fear of being judged. On the Meyer’s Briggs scale he falls under INFP otherwise the mediator and falling under the sign of Scorpio in terms of astrology. Meir has embodied characteristics from both archetypes. As far as star signs go, he is quite the jealous person, secretive, distrusting and is prone to engage in violence (now more so than in ritman). Yet he is also passionate, assertive, and also determined, this guides his research as he will scour all of his resources and tool at his disposal to find the truth or the answer he’s looking for. Leaving Ritman High was like hitting the reset button his life, he was able to start over away from everyone who’s ever known him. This took form in many ways, one specifically being his attention to his body. Rather than be the scrawny kid from High school, Meir decided to devote his time to learning about fitness and creating a regime for him to follow. By the time he graduated from college he was a beefier and hunkier piece of man, which boosted his confidence and social standing. Despite his family being large on religion, Meir decided to become a reformed Jew and leave most of his religious customs behind and going so far as getting a tattoo which is otherwise forbidden in Judaic religion. His growth and personality have only gained him a net bonus. Meir is now able to confidently talk in front of a class room of students and flirt with women while also being able to withdraw from the outside and find cathartic release in just being alone. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Everyone is familiar with how the Dinosaurs were wiped out. In case you didn’t know, it was a giant meteor from outer space. Now what they didn’t tell you is that it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor that wiped them out, but something much more powerful. Over the next several millennia the first civilization of men unearthed the remnants of this prolific meteor. What they found inside the meteor was something else something greater, within the meteor were shards of celestial energy that remained alive all these centuries. This abundance of energy stored inside was treated as a gift from the gods and worshiped as so. During ceremonial rituals the best suited candidate to represent the village would be chose to consume a small shard of this radiant energy. Once bonded with the host the shard granted powerful magic and a surplus of new knowledge and ideas. Civilizations prospered and thrived under the leadership of these powered individuals, much faster than what normal homo sapiens could achieve in the same timeline. However, this amount of power was uncontrollable back in the day and for all their success there was a harvest. Unable to master the power in their vessel the crystal would corrupt and overpower the user, wiping out entire civilizations seemingly overnight, forever branded as ‘lost’. Many historians theorize that civilizations such as the Maya, Indus, Anasazi, Cahokia etc. were lost, but they were just the dregs of once great civilizations. This didn’t mean the crystal was lost however, instead the crystal would trap the bonded soul inside which was intended for use from the new owner. Thus, in turn creating a link to past crystal owners and serving as an encyclopedia on information such as language, architecture, and innovation. And so, the shard was passed from civilization to civilization across the ages until one day it was marked too powerful for use. Instead of implanting it into a person the elders locked it away, planting the crystal within the front of a book. The pages had no writing or invisible ink, there were no photographs or illustrations, just simply a crystal in the front of an otherwise normal book. The powers granted by the shard granted the user a tether to the celestial plane allowing for the access to magic. With the shard serving as a connection to past lives, the user is able to incant and recite the words necessary for these spells. This takes shape into what Meir calls as Constellation Magic which he can then use to mimic spatial anomalies into magical powers. His powers and past lives also grant him to preordained abilities learned from past magicians. These include illusion casting (limited) and telekinesis while the rest are still being learned. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► In a world ruled by science and logic, magic is only reserved for people who perform party tricks or those desperate enough to busk on the street. Having an otherworldly power and magic that is beyond explanation allows for potent weapons against those in opposition. Magic is rather versatile and can be choreographed with several other spells at once. Not only that, but dependent on the amount of magic used and incantation length directly effects the strength of the spell being used. It’s almost limitless to say as magic requires a constant learning for the exploration of new possibilities. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►Despite being quite powerful so early on with magic and the possibilities being so endless, Meir is still a newly anointed magician. While he has access to telekinesis, illusion casting, and his own magic, he is restricted to only being able to use one at a time. Meir is also very weak in hand-to-hand combat and his best defense works from a good distance. Despite having mana flowing throw his veins he can overuse his powers easily, thus forcing him to be smart on use and conservation of magical energy. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

[Gisk]

Well I can at least state my intention of using Lucky Blue Smith as a face claim. It might be a bit before I get a sheet up.

[Dion]

This RP looks banging. I want to throw my hat in the ring, if you'll have me, artist formerly known as Grim.

so devoted and dedicated players who aren't afraid of making world-altering choices are key.

Does this mean we will be afforded large amounts of creative liberty or is there a check and balance system you use (a lá run everything by zerodogs first?

How do you intend to pace the RP?

[fledermaus]

gasp its back!

[udonoodles]

queer micro-brewery my beloved

when we've finished our character sheets, do we post them straight to the characters tab or dm them to the gm/co-gm for review beforehand?

[skidcrow]

This RP looks banging. I want to throw my hat in the ring, if you'll have me, artist formerly known as Grim.

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Does this mean we will be afforded large amounts of creative liberty or is there a check and balance system you use (a lá run everything by zerodogs first?

How do you intend to pace the RP?

@Odin

while we're in the early stages of feeling out what works best i will advise people to run things by me if they think a decision is going to have a butterfly effect (killing/maiming a character, revealing your powers to anyone, introducing a major npc, a character receiving a major injury, etc). for things like character development, conflicts between player characters, arcs with minor npcs (think the celebrity guest that appears as someone's dad for 2 episodes a season) then i'll leave it to you. i will say if you want your character to have a more significant arc that can affect things down the line, such as having a power with heavy psychological or physical effects on them, then i will be working with you to develop that anyway but that will need more close monitoring.

the structure and pace of the roleplay is going to be similar to that of seasons in a tv show, with main acts being seasons and sub-acts being episodes (though not limited to 10 or 13). main acts will have an overarching plot, the first being the group gaining powers and that acting as a catalyst for uncovering capital construction's true motives in doing business in delton. within that sub-acts can be anything from investigating capital representatives, the group having a day of training to try and hone their powers, a character who maybe isn't aware of their power at first discovering it during a stressful day, two characters having a conflict, characters reconnecting, etc. maybe see them in two categories; plot-driven and character-driven. once the ic starts moving i think players will find themselves developing sub-acts organically, culminating from minor decisions made and events that i'll be throwing into the mix.

[skidcrow]

queer micro-brewery my beloved

when we've finished our character sheets, do we post them straight to the characters tab or dm them to the gm/co-gm for review beforehand?

@udonoodles

you can just post them here, once a solid number of people have posted their sheets i'll set a deadline for the stragglers and review each applicant. salsa got to skip the line because nepotism (co-gm)

[udonoodles]

in that case, here's my funny little guy, for your review
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i sleep 😴

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-four ► Gender - Cisgender male ► Sexuality - Gay ► Nickname - Dee ► Occupation - Barista in a chain coffee shop located in Majestic Plaza ► Qualifications - High school diploma ► Residence - Delton, Maine ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - A callus on his left middle finger, from years of pencils and pens gripped too tightly. ► Tattoos - N/A ► Piercings - Lobes, in which two silver rings are commonly worn. ► Style - Sadie prefers comfy clothing, such as hoodies or sweaters, commonly paired with a crisp dress shirt or button up. He refuses to wear sweatpants in public, instead opting for jeans or slacks. In general, he is well dressed though not particularly eye-catching: With inoffensive colours and no stand-out, flashy articles of clothing, Sadie blends into a crowd with relative ease. The most noteworthy element to his fashion would be his penchant for jewellery, as he never leaves the house without a necklace and multiple rings—though even then, their designs are usually quite simplistic, simple silver bands and chains. Underneath, Sadie possesses a wiry, slim build, the barest hints of muscle definition showing through. He is tall, about 6’4, though his habit of slouching tends to shave off a half inch or two. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN A notorious overachiever, Sadie was the model gifted kid: He rarely, if ever, missed a day of school. He engaged with his subjects actively and at an advanced level, grasping most concepts quickly and relentlessly over-studying those he did not. His teachers held him in high regard for his commitment and ruthless work ethic, and those who shared his passion admired his skill in balancing academics with a variety of extracurricular pursuits, such as piano lessons and debate team. His commitment began to waver towards the end of his tenure at Ritman, however: As the pressure mounted, he began to turn in work late, drop grades in tests, and even miss classes or entire days of school for unknown reasons. Sadie was regarded amongst his peers as one of the more intelligent amongst them, though they saw very little of him outside of school: He was incredibly withdrawn, fumbling awkwardly through the few social functions he attended, and he never seemed to have any real ‘friends’—merely vague acquaintances he’d make small talk with when he had to. He received some light teasing for his name—his parents had really, really wanted a girl—but other than that, he mostly coasted through school untouched and unnoticed. PSYCHE Sadie, both in a historical and contemporary context, is not a happy person. Living with parents whose love for him was conditional, and a spiteful older brother jealous of his sibling’s success, Sadie found his accomplishments paradoxically the only source of his self worth and a magnet for envy and disparagement. A deep anxiety was instilled in him from an early age: He was a gifted child, meant to do great things. Though meant as a compliment, Sadie was clever enough to make the connection—if he did not do great things, would he not be wasting his potential? Would those expecting success from him not be disappointed, perhaps even disavow him? A deep fear struck the young Sadie’s heart as became terribly aware of his situation: Like everyone, his life was limited. He had a great potential, and a limited amount of time to realise it. But would everyone treat him as his brother did? If he aimed high, would he only attract spite from others? Terrified of both options, he shut himself off from others and refused to properly trust anyone. Now, years later, Sadie is wistful and morose about his failure to succeed: Like a shooting star he shone brightly, briefly, before crashing to Earth and shattering to dull pieces. Suffering with a classic case of Gifted Kid Burnout Syndrome, Sadie is a cynical and lonely individual. He desperately craves the social life he sacrificed for success in school, yet lacks the skills needed to obtain it for the same reasons. Paralysed by indecision and a fear of commitment, he has stayed in his home town to work a dead-end service job, further fuelling a fire of self-loathing and depression. Despite this, Sadie is not totally miserable: He is a surprisingly empathetic individual, and indeed finds himself listening to his heart far more often than his head. Impulsive and excitable, he is passionate about others, admiring their best qualities—and, perhaps to a detriment, choosing to overlook their worst. The ordeals faced throughout his life and on a daily basis have also instilled within him a strong sense of stoicism: He can face stressful and tough situations and weather them, remaining stalwart and unshaken where most would falter. Still, Sadie finds himself adrift: Still grappling with the aftershock of school, his cataclysmic fall from grace, and the background anxiety of being queer in a less than supportive household, he lacks a place in the world, and a purpose. He possesses the foundation of an identity, but has failed thus far to fully realise it; to find a place and role for which he is the perfect fit. Restless because of this, Sadie would like to always be on the move—though in reality his dearth of energy prevents him from satiating his wanderlust. Usually, an aimless walk around town will be enough to tide him over. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER In a few seconds, Sadie can enter a coma-like state: Asleep, but still capable of receiving sensory stimulus. In this state, Sadie’s senses are greatly heightened: His hearing and smell are finely honed, and his sense of touch expands to an extrasensory perception about two metres around him and his constructs. It is in this state that he can call upon his ability of dream realisation: Essentially, anything that Sadie imagines, he is capable of projecting out into the real world. These constructs will not be exact: They will be constructed from a translucent, pink substance, and exact fine details will usually be lost unless Sadie makes a concentrated effort to manifest them. As they are figments of his imagination, Sadie can also freely contort and modify their shapes, modify their properties such as elasticity or softness, as well as control their exact positions via psychokinesis. He can even control the tangibility of his constructs, allowing them to phase through cover an enemy may be hiding behind, then solidifying to strike them. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► Sadie’s construct ability is incredibly robust, with a variety of applications in and out of combat. For example, by inserting a construct into a keyhole and gradually reshaping it in accordance with the lock, Sadie can create a sort of skeleton key able to eventually open any locked door. He could also manifest a ladder for his allies to climb, or shields they can take cover behind. Though not a construct he can keep manifested for long, he can even create a small fire to illuminate dark areas or ignite surroundings—though this construct in particular is too resource intensive for frequent combat application. By manifesting hands and arms, Sadie can use his constructs to grant himself psychokinesis. Being psychic extensions of himself, these limbs are not bound by traditional human limitations, and can lift heavy objects with ease—with absolute maximum exertion, they could be capable of lifting even vans and trucks, and at the very least knock them around with sufficient blows. An incredibly rudimentary application of this ability is the expulsion of invisible physic energy to propel objects away from Sadie’s position: This is usually how he chooses to reposition or keep enemies away. ► Since Sadie has access to all senses but sight while asleep, his ability can also serve as a tool for eavesdropping: Those unaware of his ability will talk freely around a slumbering Sadie, allowing him to hear everything they say. ► Sadie is asleep while using his ability, which of course means his eyes are shut. Therefore, any abilities that require a conscious target, or any ability that requires observation, will be ineffective on him. Additionally, abilities that can render him unconscious are redundant, and could in fact prove hazardous to use against him. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Sadie’s constructs are limited by complexity. Though he may be able to mimic the shape of a car with a construct, an actual car has many moving parts and interconnected mechanisms that would be impossible for him to feasibly imagine the full scale of in his head. Thus, he would be unable to create a car that could drive. As a general rule of thumb, this applies to most electronics or mechanical inventions, such as guns and computerised devices. His constructs can also not be alive: He cannot project living creatures or create copies of himself or others. Additionally, there is a limit to the sum total size of Sadie’s constructs, about the size of an 18-wheeler. This means that, with maximum effort, Sadie can manifest one object the same size of an 18-wheeler, or many smaller objects which would together make up the same size. This is the most extreme case, however, and is not something Sadie can do without immense, possibly even dangerous, strain. ► Due to being asleep, Sadie cannot move his body naturally: Instead, he must use his psychokinesis to move himself, a less than ideal situation that means frequent repositioning and dodging can prove difficult. ► Though not physically tiring, Sadie’s ability can be very mentally taxing when used excessively. Additionally, Sadie can be roused from his sleep with sufficient physical stimulus (usually pain), though the threshold for this is of course far higher than regular sleep. Awakening this way will make Sadie incredibly tired, both mentally and physically. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

[False Prophet]

As nice as the fancy sheets are, I find the itty-bitty font to be a bit difficult to read... I will be typing my sheet regularly

[Mirandae]

I like this rule a lot "No Discord. We live and die by the thread." A healthy OOC is a happy roleplay.

[skidcrow]

As nice as the fancy sheets are, I find the itty-bitty font to be a bit difficult to read... I will be typing my sheet regularly

@False Prophet

i'm literally shaking and crying right now

I like this rule a lot "No Discord. We live and die by the thread." A healthy OOC is a happy roleplay.

@Prisk

i had honestly been half-debating it but with how active the interest check got it reminded me of how nice active threads are :] got a spike of pre-discord guild nostalgia

[Mirandae]

i had honestly been half-debating it but with how active the interest check got it reminded me of how nice active threads are :] got a spike of pre-discord guild nostalgia

@nodogs

Good old times. I long even for a time when the fucking "like" button didn't exist. That thing kills a lot of posts—a lot.

[skidcrow]

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Good old times. I long even for a time when the fucking "like" button didn't exist. That thing kills a lot of posts—a lot.

@Prisk

* gulp *

[Mao Mao]

I will try to put something together because this totally reminds me of Chronicle and I love the film.

[Mirandae]

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* gulp *

@nodogs

Ah, it is what it is. Just because I drink alcohol a few times a year doesn't make me an alcoholic.

[False Prophet]

I could've been working on my sheet but I started designing my character's room

[fledermaus]

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█ GENESIS MARIE ORTEGA

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-four ► Gender - Cisgender Female. She / Her. ► Sexuality - Bisexual. ► Nickname - Genny. ► Occupation - Social Worker. ► Qualifications - BA in Social Work. ► Residence - Las Vegas, Nevada. ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Small scars littering her legs from falling and accidents. ► Tattoos - Faded inner lip tattoo that says "FUCK IT". ► Piercings - Pierced ears and healing septum piercing. ► Style - Genesis has a simple style: tight jeans, v-necks, and either her lucky leather jacket or her bomber paired with simple boots. She wears little to no makeup and her hair is up or pulled back somehow, but it's never intricately styled. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Genesis was most known for being a mess at Ritman High. She was constantly in detention, she was barely passing high school, and everyone knew about her partying habits. Videos of her circulated on YouTube, eyes dull and words slurred. The most infamous one being when she stood on top of a table, stripped her shirt off, and chugged vodka until she barfed on the high school team’s quarterback. Not many people personally liked Genesis; she burned bridges that she barely even formed and was quick to belittle others. In general, her classmates and teachers didn’t hold any expectations for Genesis to make a name for herself – or even make anything worthwhile in her life. Unlike the class clowns, Genesis never landed in detention on purpose or because she was causing a ruckus. She was never one to be snide with a teacher or quick-tempered with a classmate. For the most part, the girl spent her time by the window whispering with her friends and botching her class assignments. The screechy tone of her teachers admonishing her for intoxication was a familiar sound to her and usually accompanied a slip sending her to the office. The principal sometimes suspended her, sometimes sent her to detention, but never expelled her – he took a liking to Genesis, or maybe he thought of her as a pet project, as he always tried to steer her towards the straight and narrow. Even with his help, Genesis got through high school by the skin of her teeth. PSYCHE Thank God Genesis didn’t peak in high school. There are just some things that don’t change from high school. Years after, Genesis is still an asocial person who tends to bring out the worst in people. Her default mode is hostile; being mean, making others feel unpleasant just by being in her company, it’s how she interacts with the world. She would rather scare people off at the get-go than have to deal with them later on. Socializing has never been her idea of fun, she avoids it like the plague. When she is socializing, she acts aloof with only cynical tidbits. Distant from others, Genesis will watch from the back of the crowd and rarely acknowledge anyone’s existence unless she absolutely needs to. Genesis is aloof, but not the cool and collected kind. Just the bitchy kind with the cynicism added on. Behaving the way she does, Genesis has developed a thick-skin and any insult just bounces off of her without a reaction. If you do manage to get more than a word out of her, you’ll see that she’s a bitter type of person. Her tongue is razor sharp and she lashes everyone she talks to with acerbic sarcasm and quick-witted remarks. Naturally a skeptic, Genesis is a hard person to conversate with. The typical truth-stretches that happen in stories will be called out by her and she’s not the type to listen to nonsense. She can give it and she can take it, but when it comes to people’s actions she can have a hot temper. You can call her whatever you want, but if you vandalize her stuff or wrong her in anyway, she’ll be up in a second asking for a fight. People grow, though. While these things haven’t change about her, Genesis has grown since high school. Her personality hit a growth spurt after she left Delton; all the positive parts of her bloomed. To see the positive sides of her, you have to look at her actions rather than her words. Honesty has always been her best policy. Not a single bone in her body is duplicitous and what she does is always genuine in nature. At her core, Genesis is a rather compassionate woman. She doesn’t like to show it, but she sympathizes with people – especially those that can’t help themselves or those around them. In time of trouble, you can rely on her and she’ll be there. That’s what she loves to do, is be there for people. The type of friend that picks you up two hours from home in the dead of night or helps a stranger with their load of groceries. There is a need to be a caretaker in her – she wants to help people, take care of them, and protect them. With her upgraded self, there comes a few bugs. After being a fuck up for most of her life, Genesis is hyper critical of everything she does and doesn’t do because she doesn’t want to let anyone down ever again. Her self-criticism is detrimental to her self-confidence and she rarely thinks highly of herself or thinks she did well. She only thinks ‘I can do better.’ ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER There’s an exercise Genesis does with the kids sometimes: “Draw your worst fear, kid.” She has them draw their worst fear and then tell the picture that they aren’t scared of them anymore. They are free of their fear and they are safe. Genesis squints at the strange picture of a shadow figure with a black top hat drawn in black crayon. Shadow figures weren’t that uncommon, but something about kids drawing shade demons gave Genesis the heebie jeebies. They tell her about what they are scared of and why they fear them. Together, Genesis works with the child to break down their fear, rationalize it, and break it down calmly. “He’s the Hat Man, Ms. Ortega. He’s super strong and can go walk through anything like a shadow. His favorite drink is blood.” Of course, he drinks blood, Genesis thinks while rolling her eyes. Kids have quite the imagination except when it comes to the macabre, it’s all the same after that. Genesis didn’t so much as gain a power as she did gain an imaginary friend. The Hat Man haunts Genesis, a voice and being only she can hear and see. In times of struggle, though, the Hat Man can take over her body and she possesses strength she did not before. The Hat Man can travel a certain distance from her and, if having consumed enough blood, can interact with the real world. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► Genesis has super strength when possessed. ► The Hat Man can be a lookout for her, hearing and seeing things just a little bit out of her range. ► The Hat Man can interact with the world, such as unlocking doors from the other side. ▼ WEAKNESSES ► Once the Hat Man has possessed her body, Genesis has no control over him anymore. ► The Hat Man has to agree to help Genesis, she cannot command him. ► Only when the Hat Man is fed blood, whether it be Genesis's blood or another's, can the Hat Man interact with the world. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

[Gisk]

As nice as the fancy sheets are, I find the itty-bitty font to be a bit difficult to read... I will be typing my sheet regularly

@False Prophet

Agreed, and the formatting is particularly difficult to parse on a phone or tablet.

It's the main thing that's holding me up, since I'm waiting to even work on it until I can be at a computer for a reasonable amount of time.

[Mirandae]

I can compile character sheets for anyone who is having difficulties. Just send the info to me and I'll take care of it, if you need.
@False Prophet@Gisk