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P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Thornharp trips over her roots. Acrobatics: 6.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

I believe so, for chasing the dwarf.

Also Thornharp got a 10

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Iris Fontaine stood in her art classroom, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The room was already filled with the rich, comforting scent of paint and fresh canvases, a fragrance that always reminded her of new beginnings. She paced back and forth, glancing around at the familiar walls adorned with her students' past works, each piece a testament to the creative journeys she had guided. The sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the rows of easels and drawing tables arranged in a loose circle to foster a sense of community. Iris had always believed that the setup of a room could greatly influence the energy and inspiration of its occupants, and she wanted her students to feel free and open to express themselves from the very first moment.

As the clock ticked closer to the start of the day, Iris found herself torn between standing behind her desk or positioning herself in front of the chalkboard. She wanted to appear approachable, someone they could easily connect with, but she also wanted to convey the sense of order and structure that the first day often required. Her hands fidgeted with a paintbrush she had absentmindedly picked up, its bristles soft against her fingers. In her mind, she ran through her introduction again, thinking of the right words to ease any tension her new students might be feeling. Taking a deep breath, Iris decided on a spot just to the side of the chalkboard, a happy medium that would allow her to quickly shift into whatever role the room needed her to fill. The bell was about to ring, and she wanted to be ready for whatever faces might walk through the door—nervous, excited, or perhaps both.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

A short leshy runs towards the group from the direction of the school. "Sorry, I'm late!" she says, catching her breath. "Off to find Alandri, then?"

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge

Hi all!



Thornharp Whistlewind is a wandering bard with a knack for storytelling and song. Growing up in a bustling household as one of many children, she often found herself overlooked, which led her to seek solace in the woods surrounding her small hometown. There, she spent countless hours exploring and honing her skills on the harp, creating melodies that echoed through the rustling leaves and flowing streams.

Driven by a yearning for something more, Thornharp left her quiet town behind, setting her sights on bard college. However, the structured life of academia didn’t suit her free spirit, and she soon dropped out, choosing instead to join a band of traveling minstrels. With them, she learned the art of performance, picking up stories, songs, and skills from the road. Once she felt ready, Thornharp decided it was time to carve her own path and set out to find the adventure she had always dreamed of.

Around The World In 80 Days - Aetherpunk AU Roadtrip (CLOSED)

Rosie Malone

Name: Rosie Malone
Gender: Female
Age: 35
Team: Miss Hawthorne

Appearance
Rosie is mixed race and of average height -- about 5'5" -- with a strong, athletic build from years of working on heavy machinery. She has jet black hair, which she keeps in a practical, shoulder-length bob. It's often pulled back into a messy ponytail or tied up with a bandana to keep it out of her face while she works. She has almond-shaped, dark brown eyes that are sharp and observant, always assessing her surroundings and the machinery she’s working on. Rosie’s skin is a warm, medium-toned shade, often tanned from long hours working outdoors on the airship. Her hands are calloused and strong, with small nicks and scars from years of handling tools and machinery.
She typically wears practical, sturdy clothing suitable for her work. This includes a well-worn leather apron over a simple, button-up shirt (often with the sleeves rolled up) and rugged trousers. Her boots are heavy and scuffed, perfect for gripping the deck of the airship or clambering around in tight spaces. She often has a belt full of tools slung around her waist, and a pair of protective goggles perched on her head or around her neck.

Personality
Rosie is loyal to a fault, good-humored (even if her humor becomes a bit morbid at times), and protective of those she cares about. She is especially fond of small animals and a glass of wine after a long day's work. She has a secret wish to be more "girly" but was teased so much in the past when she tried that she has given it up.

Background
Rosie was raised in the gritty industrial district of the melting pot hub city of Brassport, where she spent her childhood tinkering with machines in her father’s workshop. She became a skilled mechanic, known for her ability to fix anything with gears and steam. After a series of layoffs left her without work and a messy breakup with the person she thought was "the one," she has decided to take her skills to the skies. Rosie joined the airship crew as the chief mechanic, responsible for keeping the ship running smoothly.

Personal Qualities: loyal, resourceful, perfectionism, stubborn, impatient
Special: Ingenious mechanical intuition, unyielding work ethic, and her toolbelt which was given to her by her father when she said goodbye to him and joined the crew

Goal
Rosie is, at the end of the day, hurting from a breakup. She knows that it is her fault that she was broken up with, due to her poor work/life balance. Her goal is to somehow come to terms with the breakup and hopefully grow in her ability to set boundaries in her work life so that she might have a successful love life, someday. Healing those emotional wounds might look like: Embracing imperfection, overcoming her own stubbornness, and forgiving herself for the mistakes she's made in the past

Misc: I guess I'd be interested in a brown or green speech color, but it's not super important to me

Writing Sample: Rosie Malone stood at the edge of the bustling Brassport airship dock, wiping her hands on a rag she kept in her back pocket. The air was thick with the smell of oil and metal, the sounds of clanking tools and roaring engines filling her ears. She’d just finished another long day of repairs on a particularly stubborn engine when a bright, gold-embossed flyer caught her eye, fluttering in the breeze against a nearby post.

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The bold lettering drew her in, and before she knew it, she was reading the rest of the flyer, her dark brown eyes narrowing as she took in the details. An expedition around the globe in 80 days? It was ambitious, daring, and completely reckless—exactly the sort of thing Rosie knew she needed.

Her life had been all about routine lately. Wake up, work on machines, go to bed. There was little else to break the monotony, and no amount of fixing broken gears could distract her from the ache that lingered from the recent breakup. This expedition sounded like just the thing to get her out of her head and into something new—something bigger than herself.

Rosie pulled the flyer off the post, folding it carefully and tucking it into her toolbelt. She gave one last look around the dock, taking in the sight of the airships—some grand, others barely holding together—that dotted the sky like giant metal birds. She knew she was good at what she did; there wasn’t a machine on this dock she couldn’t fix. But maybe it was time to see if she could do more than just fix things. Maybe she could be part of something extraordinary.

Two days later, Rosie found herself standing in front of The Gilded Pavilion in Londinum, feeling slightly out of place among the more refined and polished individuals who had gathered there. She’d cleaned up as best she could, but her work boots were still scuffed, and the bandana around her neck was more practical than fashionable. Still, she held her head high as she approached the entrance, her heart thudding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Inside, the opulent decor of The Gilded Pavilion was a sharp contrast to the greasy, industrial world Rosie was used to. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and plush, velvet-lined chairs were arranged around small tables where well-dressed applicants sipped tea and waited for their turn to speak with Miss Hawthorne.

Rosie was finally called forward, led by a stern-looking butler to a small room at the back of the pavilion. Miss Eliza Hawthorne herself was seated at a large, mahogany desk, looking every bit the composed and confident woman described in the flyer. She was dressed impeccably, her hat perfectly perched atop her head, and she regarded Rosie with a keen, assessing gaze as she entered.

“Miss Malone, is it?” Miss Hawthorne began, her voice calm but with an edge of curiosity.

“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie replied, standing a little straighter.

Miss Hawthorne looked her up and down, taking in every detail, before finally asking, “What little thing do you do that you don’t think many people notice?”

Rosie paused for a moment, considering the question. She had expected her prospective employer to ask about her technical experience, her work history... Her first instinct was to talk about her work—about how she could coax life back into the most stubborn of machines. But that wasn’t what Miss Hawthorne was asking. She was asking about something deeper, something more personal.

Rosie took a breath, then answered, her voice steady and thoughtful. “I always make sure the machinery I work on is as good as it can be—better than it was when I found it, even if no one will ever know it. I go the extra mile, not just because it’s my job, but because… well, because it matters to me that it’s done right. I take pride in making things work, even if no one ever sees the effort I put into it. It’s not just about fixing things—it’s about making them better, even in ways people might not notice.”

She looked at Miss Hawthorne, hoping that her answer had conveyed more than just her skill with machines. She wanted this adventure, but more than that, she wanted to prove—to herself as much as anyone else—that she could be more than just a mechanic.

Edited to add a writing sample. 8/22/2024

Fabula Ultima: JRPG Adventures

A possible threat: the storms are foretold to grow in strength and there are signs that it may come to pass soon.

Fabula Ultima: JRPG Adventures

Any chance you'd have room for one more? I love Fabula Ultima!

The School Of Special Skills and Talents- Applicants Accepted Now

Iris Fontaine

Name: Iris Fontaine, Art Professor
Age: 46
Appearance: Iris Fontaine has a graceful, understated beauty that reflects her artistic nature. She has long, dark brown hair, often worn in a loose braid or bun, with a few strands always escaping to frame her face. Her hazel eyes are warm and expressive, carrying a hint of the introspective and empathetic soul within her. Iris has a slender build and a natural elegance in her movements, often dressed in flowing, earth-toned clothes that mirror the colors of the landscapes she loves to paint. Despite her gentle appearance, there's a quiet strength in her posture, a testament to the challenges she has overcome.
Ability: Iris has the subtle ability to see the creative potential in others, particularly in her art students. She can provide exactly the right kind of inspiration or guidance to help her students overcome creative blocks and discover their own artistic voice. This power also makes her a great giver of advice, and many students rely on her for helping them through hard times, not just hard art projects.
Personality: Iris is warm, encouraging, and highly creative. She believes that everyone has an artist within them and loves helping her students express themselves through art. She’s intuitive and nurturing, often acting as a mentor to students who struggle with confidence or direction in their work.
Back Story:
Iris Fontaine grew up in a creative household in a small, artistic town, with a mother who was a dedicated painter and a father who was a musician frequently away on tour. From a young age, Iris was surrounded by art, but her relationship with creativity was complicated. Her mother used her as a muse to an extreme, pushing Iris into exhausting and often emotionally draining situations in the name of art. By the age of 16, unable to bear the pressure and emotional toll any longer, Iris ran away from home, determined to forge her own path.

After years of struggling to make ends meet and finding herself adrift, Iris met Daniel, a kind and understanding photographer who encouraged her to pursue her education. She earned her GED and later enrolled in art school, as art was the only world she truly knew. Despite her own struggles with creating art, Iris discovered her unique ability to inspire others and guide them in unlocking their creative potential. This gift became the cornerstone of her career, and she quickly gained a reputation as a beloved and intuitive art instructor.

Now 46, Iris has found peace in her role as a mentor and teacher at a prestigious College for People with Superpowers, where her subtle gift helps students channel their extraordinary abilities into creative expression. Although she still contends with the lingering effects of her difficult past, Iris has built a fulfilling life centered around helping others. She continues to honor her late husband, Daniel, by organizing community art projects, content in the knowledge that her true legacy lies in the countless students she has inspired.

Fabula Ultima: A JTTRPG

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