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[LovelyAnastasia]

@Altered Tundra Well any kind of character you are short on. :) Any characters the RP needs?

[AlteredTundra]

@Altered Tundra Well any kind of character you are short on. :) Any characters the RP needs?

@LovelyAnastasia

Well, currently we don't have a Daughter of Zeus and Daughter of Hecate character yet. Daughter of Hephaestus has been applied for, but you may still apply for it as well since the slot hasn't been filled yet. There's also Son of Poseidon(it has a similar situation as Daughter of Hephaestus does).

[LovelyAnastasia]

HECATE! HECATE! *ahem* Please might I apply for the Daughter of Hecate?

[AlteredTundra]

HECATE! HECATE! *ahem* Please might I apply for the Daughter of Hecate?

@LovelyAnastasia

Of course you can. :)

[LovelyAnastasia]

@Altered Tundra Yey~ Thank you! I'll have it up as soon as I can!

[SrslyAnArtist]

@Altered Tundra
Anything else?

Avery castle/Hephaestus

Avery Castle

"Gonna go and get me a shot
Gonna knock it back forget all my blues
Yeah that really hits the spot
I'm feeling pretty fierce in my dancin' shoes." -Shady, Adam Lambert

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Personal Information

Name:
Avery Esme Castle

Nickname:
Aves, Castle

Birth Date:
Nov. 28

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Avery is slim, curvy, five-foot, and four and a half. Her body is lithe from all the dancing she likes to do-a healthy meal of ballroom, with a side or contemporary and jazz, hold the ballet. Her creamy skin and the dark auburn-brown hair inheirited from her irish mother, set off her amber eyes, which glow in the dark sometimes. Her skin is unmarked, except for the tattoo that winds across her left shoulder.

Clothing Style:
Avery likes to wear regular t-shirts, and sometimes halter tops for when it's hot. She mainly wears jeans and lightweight combat boots for regular use, and you'll never see her without her leather jacket. Her type of style is mostly whatever's comfortable, band shirts, and she really likes the steampunk styles.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Dancing: Cha-cha and tango, to be precise.
• Playing with fire.
• Panic! At The Disco-A band.
• Building things.
• Pranks.

Dislikes:

• Spiders.
• Anything pink, except for flowers.
• Snotty girls with high pitched voices.
• Don't call her Aves, she'll kill you.
• Being sassed by thirteen year-olds.
• Crying and what it entails.

Fears:

• Losing control of her powers and dying and/or killing her loved ones.
• Being suffocated, i.e, drowning.
• Has a fear of being grabbed her ankle and dragged down someplace dark and horrifying.

Habits:

• Humming lyrics while she works.
• Occasionally uses dance footwork to worm her way through crowded spaces.
• Draws on her hands and arms.

Personality:

♦ Fierce ♦ Playful ♦ Creative ♦ Protective

Avery can be fierce and sometimes scary, a trick inherited from her mother, but is usually playful and relaxed. Although some people see her as never taking anything serious, she actually is just trying to laugh because she prefers it to crying. She is creative with how she pulls her pranks, as well as new improvements made to weapons and other items, and is very protective of herself and others when threatened, verbally or physically. She usually has many friends, but only a few are close to her, because she has had issues trusting people in the past.

Avery might be able to play with fire, but that doesn't mean she's always bright like one-she was bullied in school, and it fucked her head up. She has self esteem issues, and she tend to lash out sometimes, because she feels so bitter and lonely. But she will realize her mistake and try to make up for it, even if there's no possible way she'll ever be able to.

Background:
Avery lived in Englewood, New Jersey until she was ten years old, when she moved to New York because her mother wanted a change of scenery (or at least, that's what she said), and had a job offer to be a tattooist. She helped her mother with tattoo ideas, and was allowed to go to her workplace after school. Her mom's boss saw no harm in letting her learn how to be a tattooist, and when she turned sixteen she was allowed to work there.

In 2005, Avery discovered a lifelong favorite band-Panic! At The Disco, when they released their first album, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.She fell in love with their music and idolized them. She's been a fan for years, observing the ways in which the music matured and developed. When she was younger, she was having a rough time at school, and had thoughts of suicide; the popular girls bullied her everyday. Physically and emotionally, but when she listened to Panic! At The Disco, she could feel herself pulling away from depression. It shaped how she processes things and works through her problems. Not to mention her clothing style-she watched I Write Sins Not Tragedies and The Ballad Of Mona Lisa, and she thought, Hey, that's badass lookin'.

Extra:
She has a two year old Doberman named Bellezza that she raised from seven weeks old by hand.
hephaestus helped her create a motorcycle that can fly through the air.
Her Theme
Basically, he's singing about the side of him that fucks everything up, and the side that tries to pick up the slack.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Hephaestus

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Mutual interest in motorcycles, and mutual respect for one another.

Godly Abilities:
-Can fix any broken vehicle (chariots, cars, motorcycles, etc.).
-Manipulate fire: she can control fire that is already lit easily, but creating a small ball in the palm of each hand requires concentration. She can turn the fire into missiles, and use them as little balls of searchlights, but creating huge constructs is beyond her.
-Impervious to high temperatures (high summer doesn't affect her like most people), but eighthundred is way to hot for even her to stand.
-Fire Eyes; the ability to make her eyes glow like flames to see in the dark. She can see things up to five yards away. To turn it on, she imagines that her eyes are balls of fire that are being kindled by wood or gasoline, and to turn it off, she imagines something that fire cannot survive in, like water.

[AlteredTundra]

@Altered Tundra
Anything else?

Avery castle/Hephaestus

Avery Castle

"Gonna go and get me a shot
Gonna knock it back forget all my blues
Yeah that really hits the spot
I'm feeling pretty fierce in my dancin' shoes." -Shady, Adam Lambert

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Personal Information

Name:
Avery Esme Castle

Nickname:
Aves, Castle

Birth Date:
Nov. 28

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Avery is slim, curvy, five-foot, and four and a half. Her body is lithe from all the dancing she likes to do-a healthy meal of ballroom, with a side or contemporary and jazz, hold the ballet. Her creamy skin and the dark auburn-brown hair inheirited from her irish mother, set off her amber eyes, which glow in the dark sometimes. Her skin is unmarked, except for the tattoo that winds across her left shoulder.

Clothing Style:
Avery likes to wear regular t-shirts, and sometimes halter tops for when it's hot. She mainly wears jeans and lightweight combat boots for regular use, and you'll never see her without her leather jacket. Her type of style is mostly whatever's comfortable, band shirts, and she really likes the steampunk styles.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Dancing: Cha-cha and tango, to be precise.
• Playing with fire.
• Panic! At The Disco-A band.
• Building things.
• Pranks.

Dislikes:

• Spiders.
• Anything pink, except for flowers.
• Snotty girls with high pitched voices.
• Don't call her Aves, she'll kill you.
• Being sassed by thirteen year-olds.
• Crying and what it entails.

Fears:

• Losing control of her powers and dying and/or killing her loved ones.
• Being suffocated, i.e, drowning.
• Has a fear of being grabbed her ankle and dragged down someplace dark and horrifying.

Habits:

• Humming lyrics while she works.
• Occasionally uses dance footwork to worm her way through crowded spaces.
• Draws on her hands and arms.

Personality:

♦ Fierce ♦ Playful ♦ Creative ♦ Protective

Avery can be fierce and sometimes scary, a trick inherited from her mother, but is usually playful and relaxed. Although some people see her as never taking anything serious, she actually is just trying to laugh because she prefers it to crying. She is creative with how she pulls her pranks, as well as new improvements made to weapons and other items, and is very protective of herself and others when threatened, verbally or physically. She usually has many friends, but only a few are close to her, because she has had issues trusting people in the past.

Avery might be able to play with fire, but that doesn't mean she's always bright like one-she was bullied in school, and it fucked her head up. She has self esteem issues, and she tend to lash out sometimes, because she feels so bitter and lonely. But she will realize her mistake and try to make up for it, even if there's no possible way she'll ever be able to.

Background:
Avery lived in Englewood, New Jersey until she was ten years old, when she moved to New York because her mother wanted a change of scenery (or at least, that's what she said), and had a job offer to be a tattooist. She helped her mother with tattoo ideas, and was allowed to go to her workplace after school. Her mom's boss saw no harm in letting her learn how to be a tattooist, and when she turned sixteen she was allowed to work there.

In 2005, Avery discovered a lifelong favorite band-Panic! At The Disco, when they released their first album, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.She fell in love with their music and idolized them. She's been a fan for years, observing the ways in which the music matured and developed. When she was younger, she was having a rough time at school, and had thoughts of suicide; the popular girls bullied her everyday. Physically and emotionally, but when she listened to Panic! At The Disco, she could feel herself pulling away from depression. It shaped how she processes things and works through her problems. Not to mention her clothing style-she watched I Write Sins Not Tragedies and The Ballad Of Mona Lisa, and she thought, Hey, that's badass lookin'.

Extra:
She has a two year old Doberman named Bellezza that she raised from seven weeks old by hand.
hephaestus helped her create a motorcycle that can fly through the air.
Her Theme
Basically, he's singing about the side of him that fucks everything up, and the side that tries to pick up the slack.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent:
Hephaestus

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Mutual interest in motorcycles, and mutual respect for one another.

Godly Abilities:
-Can fix any broken vehicle (chariots, cars, motorcycles, etc.).
-Manipulate fire: she can control fire that is already lit easily, but creating a small ball in the palm of each hand requires concentration. She can turn the fire into missiles, and use them as little balls of searchlights, but creating huge constructs is beyond her.
-Impervious to high temperatures (high summer doesn't affect her like most people), but eighthundred is way to hot for even her to stand.
-Fire Eyes; the ability to make her eyes glow like flames to see in the dark. She can see things up to five yards away. To turn it on, she imagines that her eyes are balls of fire that are being kindled by wood or gasoline, and to turn it off, she imagines something that fire cannot survive in, like water.

@IrishAngelQueen

Looks good to me. You may post her in the Chars Tab. :)

[AlteredTundra]

HECATE! HECATE! *ahem* Please might I apply for the Daughter of Hecate?

@LovelyAnastasia

Of course you can. :)

[SrslyAnArtist]

<Snipped quote by IrishAngelQueen>

Looks good to me. You may post her in the Chars Tab. :)

@Altered Tundra

YUS

[LovelyAnastasia]

Finished! @Altered Tundra

Marilee E. Laikos/Hecate

Marilee

"The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls." -Sylvia Plath

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Personal Information

Name:
Marilee Eleni Laikos

Nickname:
Mar, Mari, MEL (her initials)

Birth Date:
November 23

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heteroflexible (Mostly guys, but sometimes girls peak her interest)

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
At first glance, Marilee looks a bit like an angsty metal-head who shares closets with a thrift-shop-visiting hipster. But under the dark eye shadow, long wild hair and ruddy lipstick is a rather pretty girl. She has big blue eyes so pale they almost look like moonlight on a mirror’s surface. Her nose is small and pert framed by full cheeks and rather high cheekbones. Her mouth, usually hidden by odd shades (sometimes weird pale cream colors, sometimes muddy browned reds) of lipstick, is full and resembles a lovely little bud, which can blossom if you ever get her to smile. Her skin, though not as pale as her mother’s, is fair and perfectly smooth. On the back of her neck is a tattoo she has of a triple face woman (her mother, visage and all) surrounded by the harvest moon. In the middle of her back is Hekabe, her mother’s mastiff canine servant, who holds a torch in her mouth and whose collar is adorned with her mother’s symbol.

Clothing Style: She looks best in dark clothes, in her own opinion, though deep wine reds and off-white dresses also suit her. Marilee likes to sleep in long white nightgowns, bit most of her other clothing is pretty normal. Jackets over hoodies and thrift store shirt (that she’s modified) over t-shirts is how she usually rolls. Just because she doesn’t have much money, doesn’t mean she can’t look rockin’. She doesn’t wear pants much, but if she does it is usually jeans or black pants with a particularly gothic-sense to them. Boots with just a little bit of heel to them are her preferred shoe, though she also likes flats. As for formal wear... well, she doesn’t really have anything for that. She’d probably swing by the closest thrift shop and grab a dark colored dress with some sleeve to it (she hates her shoulders showing). Marilee also always wears the mismatching jewelry that looks ancient and tarnished, but treasured and beloved. Her mother’s pendent is always around her neck and her father’s ring has been fitted to hand just above it on a strip of leather.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Gardening, Cooking, Having Tea
• Rock, Metal, Indie, and Classical Music
• Her Aunt and Uncle.
• A winter evening with hot chocolate near a fire.
• An autumn afternoon in a clearing, in a forest...
• Reading, Sewing, Drawing.

Dislikes:

• Being unable to control her powers.
• Bullies, Arrogance, and Destructive Creeps.
• Being unable to help people.
• Having to always be in control of her emotions.
• Horror movies
• Math

Fears:

• Losing control so bad it hurts someone.
• Tiny cramped spaces.
• Lightning.

Habits:

• Forgetting to color her eyebrows darker so they actual show up on her face.
• Making things float around her or bursting light bulbs when she get upset.
• Biting her nails.
• Taking things too seriously.

Personality:

♦ Reserved ♦ Cautious ♦ Loyal ♦ Anxious

Quiet and reserved, Marilee doesn’t make moves to interact with other much. She’s always been nervous about getting too close to people who can’t defend themselves properly against her magic. Perhaps she is more like her father than her Goddess mother on the inside. She is rather gentle and tries to avoid confrontations, but do not think she is weak. Her inner strength, just like it was in her father, makes her stronger than anyone will ever know. Her magic, though imposing and often thought of as dark, she always tries to keep a balance within herself. Dark and Light, always equal. This is something Marilee tries to live by.

But it can be difficult. With her powers so closely tied to her emotional state, sometimes bad things happen when she can’t keep it all bottled in. Her anxiety steams from the pressure of being on a knife’s edge all the time. But things like tea and meditations usually help her relax. It also helps to listen to wild music, letting the musicians go wild for her almost. She can’t help but admire people who are passionate and honest about their feelings. It makes her guilty sometimes, when she can’t be like that.

She is always planning out every move she makes or every thing she says. It is as though she feels she needs to. While her mother represents so much raw freedom, the gifts she passed onto her daughter have only created chains around the girl’s heart. Appearing cold and standoffish at first, it saddens her that this is how she feels she must be to protect people for herself. But once someone gets close enough to her that she feels she can be more herself, they’ll find a kind and gentle person with stubborn loyalty and protective care.



Background:
Marilee was born to a rather small family in a low-middle class town. Her father was a flower shop owner who had his own herb garden and two dogs. Her aunt and uncle lived next door and helped him look after his…unique daughter. In school, Marilee was always approached cautiously; her unsettling eyes just the surface of peculiarities. She was clever and tried to stay out of trouble, but one day a little blonde girl decided to make her the class target of ridicule. She told Marilee that the reason her mother left her was because she was ugly and odd.

For a child, this was one of the most hurtful things in the world. So she started to cry. And as she cried, her eyes started to glow an eerie red color. All the lights in the classroom burst and the little girl’s hair started to float around her. When she screamed at the blonde girl that she was wrong, she thought of the absolute worst thing a toddler could thing of. And her thought came true. The little blonde girl cowering before her went bald.

The outburst was odd enough to get her moved to another class, but explained away as a freak accident. The little girl who went bald? Well, she obviously was sick, nothing more, nothing less. Her father, aunt and uncle however knew the truth. They all looked so disappointed and sad. So Marilee, little young thing that she was, decided that she would never ‘do bad things like that’ ever again. Soon after her father died in a car accident and the little girl was sent next door to live with her kindly aunt and uncle.

Middle school and High school made that pretty difficult. Raging hormones, mixing with deep magic, and put on the flames of being the school freak? It was a potent little potion that was always difficult to keep from boiling over. When light bulbs burst or windows cracked or things just went a little crazy, Marilee was looked at with suspicion. No one could ever prove it, but they all saw the weird molten color her eyes could turn when she got too upset. The teachers could explain everything after the accidents, but everyone in school knew that when the freaky witch girl glowed, something bad was going to happen. And you’d think they’d learn to leave her alone.

But no, they didn’t. And when her classmates started to get frantic, she darted right out of school. The images of all the horrified face of anyone who had ever seen her ‘uniqueness’ flashed in front of her eyes. No one else had these things happening to them. No one else talked to ghost and could make thing levitate or burst. Freak. She was a freak!

The ground around her seemed to sway and she fell. Had she run that far? She was already deep in the dark woods that bordered the town. She should of just been able to look over her shoulder and see the school from past the tree-line, but instead all she saw was more forest. Panic engulfed her. Her aunt and uncle always cautioned her to stay in town. There were wolves in the woods, and they were hungrier than ever this year. She could see it now: High School Student Gets Devoured By Wolves – High School Students Rejoice At Good Fortune!

But the sensation of someone’s hand on her head replaced her panic with warmth. Like the memory of her mother… Silver mist that usually stuck so close to the Nebraskan forest floor pooled around her. It built up in one are, till the form a woman shimmer through. Like moonlight melting into soft shadows, the woman’s form materialized. Her eyes burned like torches in the deepest night, her hair was dark as midnight shadows, her skin pale like the moon. She was beautiful. And her face looked familiar.

It was like a more beautiful, powerful and peaceful version of her own face. I, Hecate, Mother of Moonlight and Mist, Shadow and Sorcery, am you’re mother, Marilee, the words whispered all around her, a musical sound so familiar the girl almost wept. It was the same tone as something from her memories. The memory of the day at her father’s funeral, when her mother had held her and stroked her hair and whispered comforting words in her ear.

“Mother,” Marilee’s voice was a strangled sob, but somehow she knew that in her mother’s presence ‘bad things’ would happen. The serene smile on the beautiful Goddess’s face sent a comforting ease through the teenage girl, like warm water mixing with her anxious blood.

You are the daughter of Hecate, her mother’s voice wrapped around her like a warm embrace, You are not a ‘freak’, but a Demi-Goddess, My Moonbeam. Never let them tell you otherwise. The beautiful shining figure raised a delicate hand and made a small graceful motion with her fingers. A dog trudged through the dark forest, a mastiff by the sheer size of the creature, and stopped before them. Hekabe shall be you’re guide to town, the divine voice whispered around her, as if coming from every shadow the forest held, When you are ready, I shall send you another message, My Marilee. You shall know when it is time, for Hekabe shall deliver it to you. Go now, Sweetling, and never be afraid to call to me, for I shall always hear you.

And slowly, with a loving smile, the visage of her mother in mist dissipated. The dog, who Marilee strongly suspected was far more than mere mortal animal, led her home, sure and straight as an arrow. The noble creature even stuck around a while to receive a nice cut of brown sugar ham Marilee had been saving in the fridge. Hekabe even let Marilee scratch behind her ears while she devour the tasty reward.

And it wasn’t very long that she had to wait from another visit of her divine mother’s loyal and noble familiar. The message was delivered on the eve of Samhain, a beautiful pendent tied to a very old tome with lovely silver ribbon. When the ribbon was untied (and Hekabe getting plenty of tasty meaty treats) it turned to mist in the moonlight. The silver mist formed words that informed Marilee that she was to enter a school for children of Gods and Goddesses, where she could learn better control and use of her powers. Telling her aunt and uncle, who celebrated with her, they all feasted that night. Even Hekabe stuck around for the festivities.

Extra: Marilee considers herself Wiccan, and respects all the Gods, but her favorites are Eros and Hades…

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Hecate

Relationship With Godly Parent:
They are distant, but she respects and admires her mother. Hecate was around every so often, but usually as an illusion or something untouchable. Hopefully whatever lucky offspring she spent more time with in tangible form appreciates it. But it was mostly her father who raised her, and her aunt and uncle later on after her father died. Hecate only once came to her in physical form and that was at her father’s funeral. The memory of her mother petting her head as she cried is something precious to Marilee. Perhaps they can have a closer relationship now that she isn’t running away from who she is.

Godly Abilities:
Magic – This were being born female gave Marilee a bit more of an advantage. Since she is a girl, her magic is strong, tied to her feminine demi-goddess soul. Some of the things she can will to do are minor compared to her mother and previous daughters of Hecate (like the old Greek rumor of one being Circe). She can make thing levitate, she can make things explode, she can speak words to summon small flames and she can even whisper words to coax mist. Marilee can also go through extensive rituals and spell-working to create potions, charms and hexes to influence thing to occur, but they are often rather weak. For example her ‘love charm’ are more ‘he looked at me today!’ charms, and her ‘healing potions’ are more like ‘well it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before’ potions. The magic is so tied with her emotions that she really has to feel it or will it for it to work. And she’s a pretty hesitant and hesitant person…

Ghosts - While most mortals call it ‘psychic’ or being a ‘medium’, it’s just plain normal for Marilee to have little chats with the wandering dead. The strength of communication depends on the strength of the soul, but she can concentrate to get a better ‘connection’ so to speak. Something she can also do is a summoning of a specter from the afterlife, though she has to preform a ritual with something that belonged to them. And it doesn’t always work. Just like a phone call, ghosts can decide not to answer a summons.

[Obscurus]

@IrishAngelQueen
That's a badass motorcycle you got there.
Welcome aboard!

[Obscurus]

By the way @Altered Tundra
I get the idea that some players are not around anymore.
I mean I haven't read anything about Thomas Septis, Zaheen Ibrahim, Adachihara Kazuma, Tali Lowe, Tara Niklos or Fujiwara Tamura in the IC in the past two months. And some others aren't very active either.
Note that I like all those characters and players and first of all wish that they continue to play in this RP. But if they're not, for the sake of aliveness and so, I'd rather we attract new players for the slots.

Perhaps it's time for another role-call to see who is still active and who is not.
And if no reply within say, two weeks, NPC the abandoned characters and open up their spots for newcomers.
And in the probably rare occasion, that players like to return with their characters after a while, I think it would do little harm if there is also a new character in that slot. After all, on this entire campus there are bound to be multiple siblings for everyone, right?

What do you guys think?

[GoddessSophia]

@Altered Tundra@MiddleEarthRoze

Loved the collab :) poor jay...bad foot and past news about Clarissa...in one. Yikes. Way to go Sammy-the girls won't be happy for paying 70 bucks lol.

After my next post...do you guys wanna do that collab? :)

[MiddleEarthRoze]

@GoddessSophia

Sounds good! And I have a feeling poor Sammy isn't going to be feeling any better, despite the $70. XD

@Obscurus

A role-call sounds good. I can safely say that all of my characters are present and accounted for - including Peter, which I've thankfully resurrected. :)

[GoddessSophia]

@MiddleEarthRoze Oh lol...Amelia give him a head rub? :)

[AlteredTundra]

@LovelyAnastasia oooo, awesome sheet. I think Sam's got himself an awesome sister. :D
Accepted! You may post her in the Chars Tab and post whenever you like. :)

By the way @Altered Tundra
I get the idea that some players are not around anymore.
I mean I haven't read anything about Thomas Septis, Zaheen Ibrahim, Adachihara Kazuma, Tali Lowe, Tara Niklos or Fujiwara Tamura in the IC in the past two months. And some others aren't very active either.
Note that I like all those characters and players and first of all wish that they continue to play in this RP. But if they're not, for the sake of aliveness and so, I'd rather we attract new players for the slots.

Perhaps it's time for another role-call to see who is still active and who is not.
And if no reply within say, two weeks, NPC the abandoned characters and open up their spots for newcomers.
And in the probably rare occasion, that players like to return with their characters after a while, I think it would do little harm if there is also a new character in that slot. After all, on this entire campus there are bound to be multiple siblings for everyone, right?

What do you guys think?

@Obscurus

Yeah, I agree with you wholeheartedly. I'll send word out and will report back to you guys when I get the confirmations from them.

[GoddessSophia]

@Altered Tundra@MiddleEarthRoze
Hope you enjoy that post :) some drama and fun in one put together.

[LovelyAnastasia]

Heh it may take me a while to read through all the posts in the ic but I hope to have a intro post up soon.

[LadyTale]

I'm still here, just got nothing to be doing. Perhaps after exams I'll try to get a post up for James.

[Obscurus]

Some serious drama is going on in that cabin of Jay.