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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Alisdragon911

The bar maiden's question awakened a stinging pain on Carver's swelling forehead. He fought the urge to grimace as he replied to her question.

"I don't remember. I probably fell and hit my head."

The bar maiden went back to business. Carver returned to his table and surveyed the room for the first time. Several other people were seated at similar chairs and tables. An old man in a red gown and a young white-haired girl were sat at one table, seemingly in the middle of an intense moment. At another table, a young fit man, a cowboy, and a detective were having drinks. Two tables seated only one person each: at one, pale boy with a mop of dirty blonde hair sipped a green-yellow beverage, and at the other, a girl in a black corset was reading a book, surrounded by plates of tasty-looking food.

The bar maiden quickly came back with a glass bubbling with a clear brownish beverage, which she set down in front of Carver. He thanked her and took the glass, getting a hint of ginger as he took a sip. He experienced the familiar burn at the back of his throat. Mmm. Tastes strong. He drank the cocktail as fast as he had drank the water, accustomed to the internal burn of a beverage that strong. He caught the bar maiden's eye before she left.

"How did I get here? And could you bring another two of these?"

The World's Prison

Dawn Cohen

---

At the sound of the voice, Dawn knew she had been spotted. Being well-practiced at escaping blood-hungry murderers, she wasn't scared of the thousandth person she'd heard asking for food. But one never could know here. Hand habitually gripping the knife on her belt, she peered out of the rubble. A young man with dark spiky hair and a dirty blue T-shirt was looking at her. He didn't seem like an immediate threat. He didn't seem like he had anything good to steal either. She hardly registered the handguns on his belt; if she had wanted guns, she would have stolen them a long time ago. She concluded that a brawl wouldn't be worth anything here.

She held the man's gaze and spoke in her monotonous, medium-pitched voice. "I don't have food. Let's not fight."

She started to search through the wreckage for food or items, keeping an eye on the man. With her knife hidden and her behaviour passive, along with her size and her youth, she knew she looked utterly nonthreatening. If he started to attack her, she had already plotted multiple ways out of the roofless, two-story high wreckage.

She was in the middle of taking apart a couch covered in so much dust she couldn't tell what colour it should have been, finding nothing salvageable, when the heavy footsteps came. The ground vibrated just enough for the top chunks of the already-broken back wall to come crashing down. She dove out of the way as large pieces fell, adding to the rubble already on the ground.

The light from the front entrance was suddenly blocked out. Belly-down on the ground, she looked up.... and kept looking up, higher and higher, eyes skimming over every muscle on a bare chest and neck until she got to a snarling face on a tiny bald head. It was the killer from before, the man who she had seen punch someone's head flat. She wondered recklessly if he had food on him, and took a split second to play with the idea of killing and eating him, before deciding it would be best to escape. She scrambled upright and started towards the back door. There was no back door. It was blocked by broken pieces of wall. She looked up through the partially collapsed second floor to the sky above. She looked at the spiky-haired man. She looked at the snarling killer.

@Claw2k11 @jordy0403

The World's Prison

@jordy0403 I have no plans, go for it.

@Claw2k11 Sure. I'm happy to go with someone else's storyline.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Alisdragon911

Carver suddenly had a strong urge to pee. Looking around, he spotted a restroom sign. He got up, went into the men's restroom, and relieved himself. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw a purple, swelling lump on the right side of his forehead. He touched it and gasped in pain. Ow! Aaah. How did this happen? Probably sometime when I blacked out. His hangover was still going strong, but considering he had just fallen unconscious, his mind was clearer than before.

The lady said I'm in a Tavern. What's her name... Aiya? Aida? How did I get here? Where am I?

The last thing he remembered was sitting on his friend's couch, tipping back another glass of whiskey and wondering if he had enough at home to drink tomorrow. He didn't want to go out now, maybe tomorrow he'd go to the liquor store... And now he was here. Head pounding, hardly drunk anymore and no way to go to the liquor store now. He loudly thumped the sink, both in exasperation and to try to scare the memories away.

Wait. The lady said she was a bar maiden. There's a bar here.

I should go get a drink or a few, and then I'll figure out how to get home.

He came out of the restroom and saw the lady refilling his glass with water. "Um, you said you were a bar maiden. Could you get me an alcoholic drink? The strongest drink you got would be good."

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Carver Thompson

Appearance

"Is there anything to drink?"
Hair that is straight but messy, faded from black to a gunmetal colour; dark, wrinkled eyes that change in hue from grey to purple; 5'9"; skinnyfat frame covered by a frayed black coat and baggy navy pants; bruised hands, with the right hand wrapped in a muddy white bandage.

Age:
31

Gender:
Male

Rich or Poor?:
Poor

Power Descriptions:
None, unless alcohol tolerance counts.

Skills:
Impressive memory gaps; can drink an inordinate amount of alcohol without vomiting or slurring incoherently.

Personality:
Carver spends as much of his time as he can drunk. If he remembers why he drinks, he hasn't had enough alcohol. He's a carefree, somewhat impulsive drunk, which feels a hell of a lot better than being sober. He'll say and do things he probably shouldn't, although he doesn't know where to draw the line anymore.

Biography:
His wife and children are dead. Everyone who lived in his village is dead. The village is ruined. His house is gone. He has nothing left to lose except his memories.

Likes:
Ingesting alcoholic beverages.

Dislikes:
Everything that happens when he doesn't ingest alcoholic beverages.

Fears:
Remembering.

Weaknesses:
He's sensitive and has strong emotional reactions to things, unless he drowns it out with alcohol.

Other:
Carver inadvertently wandered into the tavern with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Theme Song:
"Papercut" by Linkin Park

The World's Prison

Dawn Cohen

---

With her back against the wall, Dawn hid in the shadows of a dusty, ruined house. She peered around the corner just in time to spot a muscular scar-faced man get his head literally punched in by an even more muscular, enormous man. She'd seen the enormous man a few times before, caught in gory fights that he seemed to be winning. She figured it would be best to keep out of his way.

Her stomach rumbled. How many days had it been since the last shipment of food crates came into the city? Using a secret makeshift entrance, she checked the food crate building every morning, but it seemed like they were coming in less and less frequently. She was skilled enough at stealing food, having had a lifetime of practice, but there seemed to be a dwindling amount of food to steal. She had been spending most of her days going from wrecked building to wrecked building, hunting for food and anything else that would make her life a bit easier.

She sighed and retreated into the roofless concrete. This building was more ruined than most. There was hardly anything here except rubble, and what looked like furniture covered in rubble. Maybe she would dig for a while and see what she could find.

She heard quick footsteps outside. Not knowing from which side they might enter, she ran and crouched amid the wreckage near the back door.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Alisdragon911

No, mom... five more minutes...

Carver tried to roll over and realized he was sitting. The cushy fabric gently cradled his body, supporting his aching back in a natural leaned-back position. He felt the warmth and quiet of somewhere that was definitely not outdoors. It was so comfortable here...

A throbbing head brought him back to the cruel world, and he realized he had no idea where he was. He opened his eyes and squinted against the bright glow of the lights. He looked down to let his eyes adjust and realized he was sitting in a plush maroon chair. He noticed a shadow, tracing it back to someone standing at his side. A black-haired woman was looking at him through concerned amber eyes, holding out a glass of water. Suddenly feeling the desert in his throat, he gratefully took the water and downed it in one go. Water hadn't tasted so good since the last time he woke up from a drunken stupor. His head was still pounding, and he felt slightly dizzy. He figured he was hungover again, although he couldn't remember where it was he had gotten drunk this time... He looked around at the unfamiliar setting. He didn't remember coming here.

"Where am I?"

He looked back at the girl.

"Who are you?"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[Outside]

Carver swayed forward, squinting. That's not a tree.

Beer goggles could not hide its distinctive wooden texture. It loomed before him, dizzyingly large. He lurched to the right and vomited, then continued stumbling forward. He thought he could hear voices in the background, mangled with the ringing in his ears. The door was within sight when he collapsed forward and blacked out.

Yokai Academy, School of Monsters

@olcharlieboi I don't know if you saw my second attempt to apply, if you have room for another?

Amaya Ikeda

Name: Amaya Ikeda

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Unagi hime (eel princess)

Race Information: Unagi hime can take on the appearance of a large eel or a beautiful woman. They live in the depths of lakes and ponds, guarding it from crabs, spiders, and other water guardians. In their human form, they are capable of all human behaviours and actions. They subsist on a carnivorous diet and spend their free time weaving clothing.

Human appearance: 5'4" tall; clear, pale skin; long, straight black hair; green eyes.


Unagi hime appearance: 5'4" long; black scaly skin; a long fin running along the top and bottom of its body; beady green eyes; small, sharp teeth.

Backstory: Amaya's home, Lake Ikeda, has been successfully protected by unagi hime for thousands of years. The lake still maintains its unique aquatic society and biodiversity through attempted conquers by other guardians, selfish humans, and natural disasters. The unagi hime in this lake are said to be especially charismatic, using their social skills, psychological tactics, and aesthetic charm to recruit warriors, scientists, divers, and highly intelligent animals to protect and fight for the lake. But now, the lake faces a new threat. A nearby robotics laboratory has been overrun by super-intelligent AI, and fears of robots taking over the lake are becoming more and more prominent. Amaya is the daughter of the current lake guardian, Manami Ikeda, known for working with scientists to protect the lake against pollution from the local industrial boom. Amaya does not seem to have inherited the social finesse of her ancestors at all; unfortunately for her, she is next in line to guard the lake. Her mother has sent her to the Yokai Academy to learn human social skills, as she must be prepared to convince and recruit humans to help fight against the impending threats.

Bio: Amaya was born on a bed of seaweed at the very bottom of Lake Ikeda. She grew up during the pollution crisis from local industrialization. Although her mother, Manami, was often on land making negotiations with researchers in her auburn-haired human form, Manami still found the time to teach Amaya the human language. Growing up as the only Unagi hime child in the lake, she became comfortable communicating with sea creatures. Around them, she is able to display her analytical smarts and good humour. She is adept at the behaviours, body languages, and facial expressions used to communicate with animals. However, she has had no exposure to humans except learning to walk and hearing stories. She had always known she would be next to guard the lake, so it came as no surprise that her mother wanted to send her to the Yokai Academy to learn to be with humans. She must get over the fears shaped by lack of exposure to humans. She knows that humans are more intelligent and intuitive than the animals she's comfortable around. She is unfamiliar with their body language and ways of speech, and is not yet good at reading them. She fears what they are thinking of her and what they think in general. All this shows itself as shyness around humans. She has yet to learn how similar humans and other highly intelligent beings are to her.

Personality: Amaya is a naturally self-aware and self-conscious person. She is at times too self-absorbed in her fears. She tends to think too much and over-analyze every situation. Her self-confidence is on the low end of healthy and normal, because she can always find a reason why she is not good enough. She is not quick to anger, happiness, or any emotion, because she must first decide if the situation warrants it.

Strengths: Swimming; beauty; non-verbal communication; charisma.

Weaknesses: Fear of the unknown; verbal communication; over-thinking; unwillingness to take charge.

Wereworld (Rebooted)

Werecreature character
Name: Angela Liu
Nickname: Jelly
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Crush: None at the moment
Relationship: In between boyfriends right now, thank god.

Human form

Animal form

Personality: Kind, polite. Highs: energetic, confident, excited, talkative, impulsive. Lows: melancholic, impassive, unmotivated, tired, quiet.
History: Angela's home is by a lake in the forest, where swans reside in the tall grass. She is comfortable communicating with both aquatic animals and humans. She developed bipolar disorder about three years ago. Her family and friends didn't know why she had such intense mood swings, and some became distant while some remained supportive.
Likes: Flying, swimming, jelly sandwiches.
Dislikes: Depends on her mood.
Extra: She can change form at will, but it requires intense concentration.

Human character
Name: James Murphy
Nickname: Thrash
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Crush: None
Relationship: In a common law marriage with a kind but increasingly distant woman, Joanna.

Appearance

Personality: Emotional, impulsive, brooding, negative, aware, caring.
History: James started a heavy metal band called Unveiled with four other angst-filled teenagers. They had humble beginnings, but eventually got a record deal and became famous in Wereworld. James became known as "Thrash" because he would destroy his guitar after gigs. The band tried their share of drugs, and it wasn't a problem until lead singer Chester became addicted. The band members tried to help in vain, checking him into counseling and rehab, but Chester ended up dying of an overdose. The band split up after that. This was one year ago; one year for James to figure out his life again. Through connections, he got a job composing and arranging movie soundtracks, and is also a freelance guitar player.
Likes: Writing music; playing guitar; breaking things.
Dislikes: Drugs and alcohol; things that seem simple and happy and carefree; tomatoes (but not ketchup!).
Extra: James dislikes tomatoes because people would chuck them at him when the band first started out.