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Chai I'm Baby™ (She/Her)
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icmasticc Chaotic Order
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This is why we needed you in this, Aria XDD. Let me just say again, it's nice to see you lol.
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Lol oh, Aria. All that statistics work must have gotten you fried. c: Well, happy weekend!
Adorabadass
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I am happy with fire. :)
Name: David Rivas
Age: 19
Appearance:
Inherited ability:Fire
Brief History:
David was always fascinated with stories.
Some were just for fun. Tales of brave warriors saving their beloveds, of mighty wizards overcoming their flaws and saving the day, of outcasts clawing their way into a happier life through hard work and perseverance. David enjoyed these stories, with their sad beginnings and hopeful ends. He also, however, had a great love of history.
This story wasn't just for fun. David saw history as a cautionary tale. It was the opposite of the novels and rpgs and movies he enjoyed. A hopeful beginning, then a sad end. He always found it odd, however, that at some point tragic events simply stopped happening. It was like the world blinked and forgot what it was doing.
David asked questions, and discussed this. He had teachers and peers who were more than willing to debate, but at the same time he was seen as being somewhat...odd. Most people acted as if the sudden "goodening" of the world was a, well, good thing. David, however, likened it to the great tragedies of the world.
To him, it was like holding a door open for someone. It's nice if you're just a random dude, but if you're a doorman then it is simply expected of you. The act becomes a job, and a rather pointless, ceremonial one at that. It becomes an automatic reflex, devoid of thought and meaning. Good, in essence, becomes no better than heinous evil. It becomes slavery, being forced to do good. When good becomes equal to eviil, humanity as a people die a spiritual death.
David became known as a bit of a weirdo for these beliefs. He was a nice guy himself, the sort that would give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it, yet he more or less advocated evil.
David did not want to be the hero of a videogame, forced to dance at the strings of some unseen puppet master. If given the chance, he would kill the love interest and the dragon and watch the kingdom burn, just to see if he could.
David didn't have a hard life. He went through school, had a few friends. Dated a few people, fucked one of them. He was a very talented student, but he didn't work too hard at anything and ended up with Cs and Bs. He partied a bit, but never got irresponsible with it. Just a decent, if lazy, teenager. However, all the time, he kept on searching for information on what that blank spot in history held. He asked questions. He met people.
Eventually, he met the right people, who asked the right questions and pieced together the blank pages of history.
Eventually, David fell in with a cult.
Name: David Rivas
Age: 19
Appearance:
Inherited ability:Fire
Brief History:
David was always fascinated with stories.
Some were just for fun. Tales of brave warriors saving their beloveds, of mighty wizards overcoming their flaws and saving the day, of outcasts clawing their way into a happier life through hard work and perseverance. David enjoyed these stories, with their sad beginnings and hopeful ends. He also, however, had a great love of history.
This story wasn't just for fun. David saw history as a cautionary tale. It was the opposite of the novels and rpgs and movies he enjoyed. A hopeful beginning, then a sad end. He always found it odd, however, that at some point tragic events simply stopped happening. It was like the world blinked and forgot what it was doing.
David asked questions, and discussed this. He had teachers and peers who were more than willing to debate, but at the same time he was seen as being somewhat...odd. Most people acted as if the sudden "goodening" of the world was a, well, good thing. David, however, likened it to the great tragedies of the world.
To him, it was like holding a door open for someone. It's nice if you're just a random dude, but if you're a doorman then it is simply expected of you. The act becomes a job, and a rather pointless, ceremonial one at that. It becomes an automatic reflex, devoid of thought and meaning. Good, in essence, becomes no better than heinous evil. It becomes slavery, being forced to do good. When good becomes equal to eviil, humanity as a people die a spiritual death.
David became known as a bit of a weirdo for these beliefs. He was a nice guy himself, the sort that would give you the shirt off his back if you asked for it, yet he more or less advocated evil.
David did not want to be the hero of a videogame, forced to dance at the strings of some unseen puppet master. If given the chance, he would kill the love interest and the dragon and watch the kingdom burn, just to see if he could.
David didn't have a hard life. He went through school, had a few friends. Dated a few people, fucked one of them. He was a very talented student, but he didn't work too hard at anything and ended up with Cs and Bs. He partied a bit, but never got irresponsible with it. Just a decent, if lazy, teenager. However, all the time, he kept on searching for information on what that blank spot in history held. He asked questions. He met people.
Eventually, he met the right people, who asked the right questions and pieced together the blank pages of history.
Eventually, David fell in with a cult.
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And here's my character. She is the last piece of our cult group. I'm pretty excited to this type of character lol.
Name
Age
Appearance
Inherited ability
Brief History
Name
Varrina Terry
Age
27
Appearance
Standing 5'7 with a slender frame of 115 lbs, Varrina Terry is not very striking in any respect. Her slim silhouette left her almost flat in the chest and even worse in the hips, leaving her elongated limbs to give her a stick-like figure. Stringy brown hair clumps together in messy strands in places and a rushed, sloppy ponytail is the best it ever gets even if it's not quite a bed-head. Hazel eyes and arched eyebrows are the stand out features on the same face as thin lips that at least get chapstick when necessary. In a twist of irony however, Varrina does slightly value the clothing she wears even if nothing looks especially good on her. Extra small clothes still hang slightly due to her frame and she constantly wears jackets around her shoulders because garments always seem to refuse to stay over them. Even the full-framed, black glasses she wears have to be constantly pushed up because they are just slightly too big for her face.
Overall, Varrina Terry is the definition of an average or even below-average girl who has more important things to do than worry about her physical appearance. She wears clothes because it's the law and she eats just enough to continue living in decent health
Overall, Varrina Terry is the definition of an average or even below-average girl who has more important things to do than worry about her physical appearance. She wears clothes because it's the law and she eats just enough to continue living in decent health
Inherited ability
Electricity
Brief History
Varrina was always that person you were told to avoid. She was the eccentric, not all the way there sort of woman that not many guys could ever find interest in. Yet, despite these truths, Varrina took solace in her own unapproachable demeanor. Growing up in many different places due to her military family, a young Varrina was often stunned by what she considered to be the sheer stupidity of humanity. With her father serving the government, she was able to nearly always be on the end of a rumor concerning that myth. She could never refer to it by name as her mother had forbidden such things, but Varrina never let the ideas leave her memory. Here there were legends, myths, and alleged cover-ups regarding beings of almost god-like power and no one was asking a single question? It was madness. Unspoken blasphemy even. While the girl was never considered a genius, she always had the habit of pouring her energy (and nose) into books and research.
School was a breeze for the only Terry child, but it was never an education she was interested in. As soon as Varrina entered college, she made it half a year into freshman career before dropping out to dedicate all of her time to the Guardians legend. She ignored the few friends she had, alienated family, and generally caused strangers to giive strange looks as she made speeches on street corners and at city-wide functions proudly proclaiming that the Guardians must have existed and she would find the proof for all of poor humanity. Her goal was unintelligible to most, but crystal clear in her own head: she needed to find the Guardians so she could do what needed to be done.
End their existence.
For Varrina however, there was no justice in her quest. In fact, her reasoning was probably the complete opposite of anyone else's. Varrina had grown tired of people around her. Even though she had been bullied and picked on most of her life, she didn't want revenge or anything silly like that. As she watched the world continue on in peace, she came to the realization that the naivete of humans was too great to bear witness to. If the legends were true and the Guardians were really the force that kept the global peace going, Varrina wanted to kill them all so chaos could ensue once more. In her mind, if chaos returned to the world then humanity may finally continue to evolve and progress at a natural frequency.
After years of research, isolation, soapbox speeches, and general eccentric behavior, Varrina finally made a breakthrough. She made contact with a local cult comprised of people who were like-minded. People who just knew in their hearts that the Guardians were real. Regardless of why they wanted to find them, the fact of the matter was that they wanted to find them. That drive alone was enough reason for Varrina to join and it would be that drive that would fuel her motivations. She silently hoped against all that her new friends would finally allow her to live out her malevolent fantasies with no inhibitions.
After all, she had always known that she was the only one in the world with the truth in her brain. With that being the case, she felt she was also the one with a responsibility to the rest of the world.
School was a breeze for the only Terry child, but it was never an education she was interested in. As soon as Varrina entered college, she made it half a year into freshman career before dropping out to dedicate all of her time to the Guardians legend. She ignored the few friends she had, alienated family, and generally caused strangers to giive strange looks as she made speeches on street corners and at city-wide functions proudly proclaiming that the Guardians must have existed and she would find the proof for all of poor humanity. Her goal was unintelligible to most, but crystal clear in her own head: she needed to find the Guardians so she could do what needed to be done.
End their existence.
For Varrina however, there was no justice in her quest. In fact, her reasoning was probably the complete opposite of anyone else's. Varrina had grown tired of people around her. Even though she had been bullied and picked on most of her life, she didn't want revenge or anything silly like that. As she watched the world continue on in peace, she came to the realization that the naivete of humans was too great to bear witness to. If the legends were true and the Guardians were really the force that kept the global peace going, Varrina wanted to kill them all so chaos could ensue once more. In her mind, if chaos returned to the world then humanity may finally continue to evolve and progress at a natural frequency.
After years of research, isolation, soapbox speeches, and general eccentric behavior, Varrina finally made a breakthrough. She made contact with a local cult comprised of people who were like-minded. People who just knew in their hearts that the Guardians were real. Regardless of why they wanted to find them, the fact of the matter was that they wanted to find them. That drive alone was enough reason for Varrina to join and it would be that drive that would fuel her motivations. She silently hoped against all that her new friends would finally allow her to live out her malevolent fantasies with no inhibitions.
After all, she had always known that she was the only one in the world with the truth in her brain. With that being the case, she felt she was also the one with a responsibility to the rest of the world.
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I'd forgotten how much I love being in a different timezone and missing all the activity while I'm asleep...
Malcolm Gerhart, bookseller and failed scholar.
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Appearance: Severely underweight, with pale blonde hair. Typically wears plain shirts without a tie under an ill-fitting tweed jacket. Not an attractive man, he has a thin neck and a weak chin- in combination with his clothes this gives him a peculiarly notable appearance.
Inherited ability: Shadow
Brief History
Mal's drive was not from any idealism, but because of a simple question. Why are there no records? Every other event, no matter how atrocious, has received some historical treatment. The Holocaust was the subject of countless books, biopics and narrative illustrations; even long after it had passed far out of living memory, it was still taught in school as an example of man's cruelty and responsibility for his own actions. Even the better obscured slaughters in human history- the Cultural Revolution, whose deaths were never tallied, or America's wars against the drug farmers of the Middle East, received foreign criticism, even if there were no official records. Why then had the cataclysm 100 years ago escaped the oversight of history?
Mal started this journey as a doctorate student, fresh and eager to impress by tackling something different from the usual questions of Post-Industrialism and the economic impact of globalisation on past geopolitics. He needed no discouragement from his mentors; his findings were discouragment enough. In the absence of any formal record, he started his search with secondary material, rumours or allusions of what had happened in old newspapers; he found nothing. It was not as though there were any lack of material from the time-period; far from it. Simply, there was nothing, nothing whatsoever discussing the cause of the cataclysm; merely lists of the cities burned and of the names of the dead.
Eventually, Mal was turned out of his position. His snail's progress on his personal 'quackery' was excuse enough for the department to refuse further funding for his doctorate. He was sure this was a cover, that he had gotten too close to some uncomfortable truth and that he was being targetted. He did not end his search.
Soon (his new job procuring and auctioning rare books and editions for an antiques company only reducing the time for his research, not preventing it), he stumbled on his first piece of real progress. He found a small group of people who had had the truth passed to them directly, and as the price for learning it for himself, he swore that he would repay their answers with his loyalty.
Mal is still searching for answers. All that's changed is how he asks the questions.
Malcolm Gerhart, bookseller and failed scholar.
29
Appearance: Severely underweight, with pale blonde hair. Typically wears plain shirts without a tie under an ill-fitting tweed jacket. Not an attractive man, he has a thin neck and a weak chin- in combination with his clothes this gives him a peculiarly notable appearance.
Inherited ability: Shadow
Brief History
Mal's drive was not from any idealism, but because of a simple question. Why are there no records? Every other event, no matter how atrocious, has received some historical treatment. The Holocaust was the subject of countless books, biopics and narrative illustrations; even long after it had passed far out of living memory, it was still taught in school as an example of man's cruelty and responsibility for his own actions. Even the better obscured slaughters in human history- the Cultural Revolution, whose deaths were never tallied, or America's wars against the drug farmers of the Middle East, received foreign criticism, even if there were no official records. Why then had the cataclysm 100 years ago escaped the oversight of history?
Mal started this journey as a doctorate student, fresh and eager to impress by tackling something different from the usual questions of Post-Industrialism and the economic impact of globalisation on past geopolitics. He needed no discouragement from his mentors; his findings were discouragment enough. In the absence of any formal record, he started his search with secondary material, rumours or allusions of what had happened in old newspapers; he found nothing. It was not as though there were any lack of material from the time-period; far from it. Simply, there was nothing, nothing whatsoever discussing the cause of the cataclysm; merely lists of the cities burned and of the names of the dead.
Eventually, Mal was turned out of his position. His snail's progress on his personal 'quackery' was excuse enough for the department to refuse further funding for his doctorate. He was sure this was a cover, that he had gotten too close to some uncomfortable truth and that he was being targetted. He did not end his search.
Soon (his new job procuring and auctioning rare books and editions for an antiques company only reducing the time for his research, not preventing it), he stumbled on his first piece of real progress. He found a small group of people who had had the truth passed to them directly, and as the price for learning it for himself, he swore that he would repay their answers with his loyalty.
Mal is still searching for answers. All that's changed is how he asks the questions.
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icmasticc Chaotic Order
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Lol, I forgot you're in a different timezone XD. Well, adjust to ours and you'll be all good lol.
Name: Amis Thysia
Age: 20
Appearance: Amis is nothing spectacular at a glance: though tall, he is not lanky; though vaguely attractive, he falls closer to "average"; though often sort of dishevelled, he is not messy (or neatly groomed) enough to be especially noticeable. Perhaps the one feature he likes about himself is his eyes - a fairly striking blue-grey that varies in hue in different lights. He tends towards dark, fairly dramatic clothing, but again, nothing that makes him stand out too much. He's an average 20-year-old uni student, with a vaguely, subtly emo/gothic look still haunting his wardrobe from his melodramatic teenage years, and who sports a bedhead more often than a carefully-coiffed hairdo.
Inherited ability: Metal (I will admit that my undying love for Magneto may have had a part in this choice.
)Brief History: "There is a distinct difference between an atheist and an anti-theist; the former is passive, the latter active. One describes one's own beliefs; the other describes an attitude towards others' beliefs. One believes there is no God; the other knows, knows. I am the latter, the other, the different. I believe that humanity cannot live eternally in fear of these creatures, cringing before them, stone throats frozen by petrification distorting the truths we all have a right to hear and know. They act as false Gods, controlling us without ever revealing their faces, and with our fear we worship them; we fetishise silence! I am an anti-theist; I oppose these false Gods; the stifling of truth cannot continue."
Amis is a scientist at heart. He is curious about the world, and believes in the power of truth - and in the importance of humanity's search for it. Imagine, then, his inquisitive child's mind attempting to reconcile itself with a society-wide conspiracy - a silent and unspoken agreement to hide, to conceal the truth of the past from young ears. The conservative hush that pervaded the room in the frozen, petrified moment before his queries were brushed aside was always compelling, alluring to him. Of course, the universal taboo was impossible to resist, and, just as teenagers everywhere today type the word "porn" into a web browser for the first time with their hearts in their throats, Amis quietly delved into a quest for the truth of the past - anxious, excited, nervous, exhilarated.
He hated the fear in the eyes of his parents and his peers when he attempted to speak about what little he found. Inevitably, he became rather ostracised for his obsession with uncovering the past, and as is the fate of any who are isolated during their early, formative years, he grew up as an angry soul. His intelligence and passion went to waste on philosophising about that which nobody would discuss with him; he was yet another great philosopher who was limited to intellectual masturbation, without another to share in his ideas, consumed with angst on the problems he felt only he noticed in society. One must somewhat question reality, or rather one's own perceptions, once they reach the point of feeling utterly estranged, their worldview completely removed from that of those around them. Amis grew more frustrated, and more miserable, and more challenged. His university work started to suffer, his personal life was already a mess.
And then, of course, eventually he stumbled across like-minded individuals, his salvation from himself and his isolation: the cult around which this story centres. Universities have famously been a place for the seeds of revolution and alternative thinking to grow, and that has not changed with the coming of wider peace. With a release for his woes and the knowledge that he wasn't the crazy one*, he stabilised, as did his life. He began to live normally again, with the exception of a hidden double life with the cult; his grades picked up, as did his social life, and with being able to pursue and express his personal beliefs on truth and the past as well as live a somewhat ordinary life, he felt fulfilled.
Undeniably, however, the glowing coals and embers of anger still rested in his breast - ready to be fanned and flamed.
* Or rather, simply reassurance from potentially equally flawed sources - but he views it as knowing; oh, how appropriate for the themes of personal truth!
Note on personality: Amis is somewhat inspired by Winston Smith from 1984 and Bernard Marx from Brave New World. Their characters, similarly, feel they are the only one to see the truth of the world around them, as opposed to the indoctrinated minds of those around them - and yet, of course, if you are the only one to feel a certain way, are you not perhaps the crazy one?
Amis' reassurance of his sanity, that self-verification, after meeting the cult is dangerous - it is the same as in today's world, where we end up with echo-chambers or "circlejerks" of people with the same views all patting eachother on the back and assuring one another they're correct, closing out opposing views, and taking that as knowledge of their collective rightness. He takes the cult's reassurance of his sanity as knowledge. He believes that they are in possession of the one truth. I can feel Herr Born turning in his grave.
Also, similarly to Bernard, he is willing to put aside and ignore the previous ostracism from his peers once he can be accepted by them. Amis is fiery and passionate, and not a weak person really, but he is also young and frustrated, and was very alone for a very long time - and so he has somewhat "given in" and compromised his principles there. It's only human to not want to be alone.
I suppose what I am trying to convey is that he's not a great martyr or anything. I don't want to make him a Gary Sue - persecuted by society for believing in his good principles, the great and noble hero, blah-di-blah. He's very much flawed and compromised in his philosophies and ideas, which are still forming - he's only 20, and who truly knows their whole philosophy on life at 20 (regardless of what youthful arrogance makes us think we know)?
Can't wait to start RPing with you guys!
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More work for me today, but when I get back I will do a couple things.
First, I'm gonna update the OP with the cast section that will be composed of hyperlinks to the sheets in this thread. Quick and easy access. Then I'm going to provide you with the narrative starting point of the RP. This should allow you to begin planning your first posts. As for an ETA of when the first post will be up? I'm thinking tomorrow. I work every weekend and my shifts are all mid shifts (11am - 8pm) so I have to do things in the evening until my two days off a week comes around. So tomorrow evening will be the RP actually starts. Tonight though, you'll get your necessary info to plan your posts or type them in word or whatever.
Actually, scratch that plan for tonight. It's easier for me to give you the narrative starting point now so you guys have something to chew on all day today in preparation for tomorrow. Also, do remember that you can chat in this thread on other topics that aren't relative to the RP. We even encourage it lol. Random chatter keeps things alive hahaha. Okay then, here's the starting point.
The RP begins with all of our characters nearing an old church building on the outskirts of the city. Which city we're in is not important because we won't be there past the introduction point anyway. In any case, we already all know each other. Now, we don't know each other super well or anything, but we have been part of this cult for long enough to be acquainted with one another. We're following a tip from a reliable source that we'll finally find the proof that the Guardians actually existed and still do exist to this day. The proof is supposed to be holed up somewhere in the old church. It will be near midnight in the fall season. Cold enough for proper attire, but warm enough for said attire to be light. Every character is armed with a .22 caliber handgun provided by a black market contact within the cult network. The reason for this is that they don't know what to expect. If you don't want your character equipped with a weapon, that is totally fine. I don't mind at all. We won't have those for long either lol.
That's all I'll give you as the first post of the IC will give the setting for everything else. And I don't want to spoil this early XD. Again, I look forward to writing with you all. With that, I'm off to work. Also, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask either myself or Bliss. We'll give you the best answer we can. Happy planning!
First, I'm gonna update the OP with the cast section that will be composed of hyperlinks to the sheets in this thread. Quick and easy access. Then I'm going to provide you with the narrative starting point of the RP. This should allow you to begin planning your first posts. As for an ETA of when the first post will be up? I'm thinking tomorrow. I work every weekend and my shifts are all mid shifts (11am - 8pm) so I have to do things in the evening until my two days off a week comes around. So tomorrow evening will be the RP actually starts. Tonight though, you'll get your necessary info to plan your posts or type them in word or whatever.
Actually, scratch that plan for tonight. It's easier for me to give you the narrative starting point now so you guys have something to chew on all day today in preparation for tomorrow. Also, do remember that you can chat in this thread on other topics that aren't relative to the RP. We even encourage it lol. Random chatter keeps things alive hahaha. Okay then, here's the starting point.
The RP begins with all of our characters nearing an old church building on the outskirts of the city. Which city we're in is not important because we won't be there past the introduction point anyway. In any case, we already all know each other. Now, we don't know each other super well or anything, but we have been part of this cult for long enough to be acquainted with one another. We're following a tip from a reliable source that we'll finally find the proof that the Guardians actually existed and still do exist to this day. The proof is supposed to be holed up somewhere in the old church. It will be near midnight in the fall season. Cold enough for proper attire, but warm enough for said attire to be light. Every character is armed with a .22 caliber handgun provided by a black market contact within the cult network. The reason for this is that they don't know what to expect. If you don't want your character equipped with a weapon, that is totally fine. I don't mind at all. We won't have those for long either lol.
That's all I'll give you as the first post of the IC will give the setting for everything else. And I don't want to spoil this early XD. Again, I look forward to writing with you all. With that, I'm off to work. Also, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask either myself or Bliss. We'll give you the best answer we can. Happy planning!
Chai I'm Baby™ (She/Her)
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Name:
Elisa “Elli” Fitch
Age:
25
Appearance:
Standing at an average height of 5’6”, most people would describe Elli’s body as far from average. A small bust gives way to a small waist, which gives way to pear-shaped hips-- courtesy of her mother’s genetics. Years of yoga instruction give a slightly toned appearance despite her odd body type, and she has found that it only increases the likelihood of getting approached by a man who enjoys a nice “donk.” As far as other features, blonde hair hangs to her shoulders in a grown-out bob cut, a spatter freckles cover her nose area, and piercing grey eyes that seem to reflect much of her inner feistiness.
Inherited Ability:
Water *
Brief History:
"The Guardians have brought a false peace, and the people have begun to view them as gods! That is the work of the devil! Satan must be stopped-- The Guardians must be stopped. God is the way, the truth and the light, and not even the Guardians can take that away from us." **
The new world peace was comfortable but unsettling. No one spoke of the Guardians and the blood of the innocent that was shed in their global purge, and those that did revered the Guardians as the godly figures that had rid the world of its hate and war. In the mystery of it all, others decided that the Guardians were dangerous, and many radical ideas were passed around, all hushed of course, but the message was still the same: the Guardians were not to be trusted. It swept through the minds of the world’s leaders, always there in the back of their minds… Could the world really exist in peace if it was out of fear? And then there was a religious movement against the Guardians. They were seen as beings who had rid the world of much of God’s creation… beings that were attempting to imitate Him by supervising the world in its new peace, and it lead to the spawning of new teachings of how the Guardians were the work of the devil, of Satan himself.
And that was all Elli had known. Growing up in the “bible belt” region in northern Florida, she had been exposed to religion at an early age, thus planting the roots for how she would eventually view the Guardians. Her parents, both accountants and Christians, raised her on a straight and narrow path of morality. There were, of course, exceptions in life when she strayed from that path... Underage drinking in high school and sex out of wedlock her freshman year of college, both being things that were tried only once. But Elli prided herself in her overall innocence, happy with how religion fulfilled a spiritual need. She was a smart but impressionable girl filled with questions, and faith was a good way to answer much of those curiosities.
Though she never really was a "preachy" kind of church girl, she was adamant in faith, and she had always been curious about the church origins of their teachings against the Guardians. What made them so bad? What did they even do? There were so many questions that not even the church could answer. Following her graduation from college and the attainment of a degree in communications, she spent a year traveling and doing church work in large cities. Through her travels she was exposed to whispers of a cult that wanted to uncover the truth behind the Guardians. It immediately piqued her interest-- finally she would get the answers she searched for! And more importantly, she would also be doing the Lord's work in the world. She gladly joined the cult, with the grace of her God and her moral compass guiding the way.
Notes About Elli:
I understand that where I got my origins for my character is touchy, as it’s the topic of religion. I’m religious myself and don’t mean this to offend any party, so I’m going to stay away from making my character all preachy within the IC. Also, for those of that don't know, I chose water because it's a reference to the bible-- the story of Noah's ark and how God cleansed the world of its sin by sending the Great Flood.
Lel, Halo, our characters are gonna have fun, man.
Adorabadass
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7 yrs ago
I gotta say I quite like these characters. And wow, my guy's like the "kid" of the group, especially if you look at the ages.
I think my character's going to be really uncomfortable around Malcolm, since they seem to share some serious similarities in their personalities. David will probably be like, "Christ, I could have ended up like this guy".
I think my character's going to be really uncomfortable around Malcolm, since they seem to share some serious similarities in their personalities. David will probably be like, "Christ, I could have ended up like this guy".
Chai I'm Baby™ (She/Her)
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Adorabadass said
I gotta say I quite like these characters. And wow, my guy's like the "kid" of the group, especially if you look at the ages.I think my character's going to be really uncomfortable around Malcolm, since they seem to share some serious similarities in their personalities. David will probably be like, "Christ, I could have ended up like this guy".
Being the kid of a group is always fun though! I started college early (the summer before my first fall semester), so I was 17 and I found that people just approached me more than the older students in my class. The only downside was that all the attractive 20-something year-old guys treated me like jailbait.... Even after I turned 18. Lol. I'm sure your character will have just as much fun! :D
Adorabadass
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I am the jailbait. It is me.
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Okay, the OP has been updated with the cast list in hyperlink form. The site was down again when I got home from work so that's why I could only do it just now. As I said, the RP will begin tomorrow evening. Of course, if the site is down again, that will be moved forward. For now though, everything is on schedule.
corneredbliss
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3 yrs ago
On the meanwhile, how are everyone's weekends going?
Adorabadass
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7 yrs ago
Jailbaity.
Chai I'm Baby™ (She/Her)
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2 yrs ago
Adorabadass said
Jailbaity.
Please elaborate, jailbait (OO HA HA)
... Pretty please get the reference...
corneredbliss
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3 yrs ago
OO HA HA!
I gotcha, Aria.
I gotcha, Aria.
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icmasticc Chaotic Order
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1 yr ago
Today's the day! The RP will officially begin tonight. I have work to go to (as usual XD), but after that, the IC thread will be open for business. The first post is going to be long, but remember the rules; don't take the first post's length as any sort of standard for the RP. Intro posts usually happen to be naturally longer than other posts because there is often lots to set up. So again, remember the rules and don't misunderstand the first post as the measuring stick for all other posts in the RP. It's a collaboration by myself and Bliss.
I ask that everyone give each other a chance to get their intro posts in before you have at posting freely. With that, I'm off to work.
I ask that everyone give each other a chance to get their intro posts in before you have at posting freely. With that, I'm off to work.
Chai I'm Baby™ (She/Her)
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2 yrs ago
I'm going to place this right here:
Collaboration Pad
That is TitanPad, a collaboration pad that writers can use to collaborate on posts. There are 8 "identification colors" that allow you to see which text belongs to which person, and there's a chat section next to the actual pad if you just want to hang out and not actually write. This pad is ours forever as long as we make an edit to it within six months of the last edit.
I find that it's best to do collaborations JUST on dialogue exchanges. I have two reasons for this: 1) Dialogue is one of the easiest ways to get out of writer's block and 2) If you combine two writing styles into a mega post, it can get confusing because it just doesn't flow or sound right.
I have it bookmarked and I know I'm going to be available for collabs, so if any of you want to, just hit me up!
Collaboration Pad
That is TitanPad, a collaboration pad that writers can use to collaborate on posts. There are 8 "identification colors" that allow you to see which text belongs to which person, and there's a chat section next to the actual pad if you just want to hang out and not actually write. This pad is ours forever as long as we make an edit to it within six months of the last edit.
I find that it's best to do collaborations JUST on dialogue exchanges. I have two reasons for this: 1) Dialogue is one of the easiest ways to get out of writer's block and 2) If you combine two writing styles into a mega post, it can get confusing because it just doesn't flow or sound right.
I have it bookmarked and I know I'm going to be available for collabs, so if any of you want to, just hit me up!
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