ArticBeaver

Best Chance (Band RP)

@Theyra Forgot to tag you, I've already revised/added some character details for Silver. Let me know if she's all good.

The Dead Don't Die.

Also interested!

Best Chance (Band RP)

Silver

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_{Full Name}
Silveria Alonso
_Nickname
Silver
_Gender
Female
_Age
26
_Appearance

Silver, a petite and enchanting figure, stands at a delicate 5'2", her presence defying her stature. Long, flowing locks of dark brown hair cascade gracefully down her back, framing a face adorned with soft features. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, reflect both a quiet wisdom and a hint of playfulness.

Whether she's strumming acoustic tunes or shredding electric solos, her passion for music is palpable, and her performances resonate with a soulful energy that captivates audiences.

Offstage, Silver's casual and comfortable fashion sense remains a constant. Graphic shirts peek out from under her open Hawaiian shirts, a nod to her laid-back attitude and love for self-expression. Faded jeans or skirts allow her the freedom to move effortlessly between the worlds of everyday life and the stage. The well-worn white sneakers are not just a fashion statement but a testament to the miles she's traveled on her musical journey.

_Personality
Silver is a quiet and reserved individual, often staying in the background during casual interactions. She exudes a calm and meek demeanor, preferring observation over participation. However, once she steps onto a stage, she transforms. There's an unexpected energy that emanates from her, captivating those around her with a vibrant and lively presence.

Despite her reserved nature, Silver is a thoughtful and introspective listener. She may seem withdrawn, but her depth of understanding and wisdom shines through in her conversations. Her quiet nature doesn't diminish her insights; rather, it adds to her ability to connect deeply with others.

In her introspective moments, Silver contemplates life's complexities, offering a unique perspective born from her observations. Her simple and unassuming presence conceals a rich inner world, making her an intriguing and cherished companion to those who take the time to discover the layers beyond her serene exterior.

Silver's resilience is her silent anthem, a testament to her ability to navigate the world with grace despite the complexities within. She is a storyteller, not only through her music but also through the quiet strength with which she faces the world. In the tapestry of her personality, one discovers a woman who finds beauty in contrasts, harmony in contradictions, and strength in the delicate dance of life.

_{Instrument(s)}
Guitars, Banjo, Ukelele

_{Favorite Music Genres}
Progressive Metal, Psychedelic Rock, Indie Electronic

_Background
Silver emerged into the world in a small town on the outskirts of a thriving metropolis. Raised in a family that cherished creativity, her parents, both artists in their own right, instilled a love for expression and individuality from a young age.

Her early years were a blend of artistic exploration and a search for identity. While her outward demeanor exuded a quiet grace and approachability, internally, she found solace and passion in the unexpected realms of Progressive Metal, Psychedelic Rock, and Indie Electronic music. The contrasting nature of her musical tastes became a source of personal rebellion, a way for her to carve out her own space in the world.

Navigating the delicate nuances of social interactions, Silver found solace in the language of music. Unbeknownst to many, she was diagnosed with autism spectrum, a fact that shaped the way she perceived and interacted with the world. Her gentle demeanor and soft features often masked the intricacies of her internal landscape.

As Silver entered adolescence, she discovered the guitar and, almost magically, found her voice within its strings. Her fingers danced on the frets, translating the complexity of her inner world into mesmerizing melodies. Music became a sanctuary where she could channel the dichotomy of her gentle exterior and the pulsating energy of her eclectic taste.

She moved out after high school and temporarily pursued a college degree, but Silver had other plans for herself. Above else, performing and creating music is what matters to her, even opted to drop out, and work in retail to support her career. The band isn't just about pursuing a dream of stardom for Silver—it's a ticket to camaraderie and a genuine connection with like-minded individuals. The desire to join the band is fueled by a deep yearning for something more, a longing for true understanding, creative expression, and acceptance.

Joining the band represents a break from the routine and a leap into a world where her true passion can take center stage. It's an opportunity to rewrite her story, not just as a musician but as someone who finds genuine connection and support within a community that values her for who she is.

In her late teens, Silver decided to break away from the comfort of her small town and venture into the pulsating heart of the nearby city. Here, she immersed herself in the vibrant music scene, attending concerts, collaborating with fellow musicians, and honing her craft. Silver's journey unfolded as she navigated through the diverse landscapes of Progressive Metal stages, Psychedelic Rock festivals, and the underground Indie Electronic scene.

Behind her casual, unassuming appearance, Silver became a force on the stage, captivating audiences with her unexpected fusion of genres. Her performances spoke of an artist who had found harmony in embracing contradictions. Offstage, she cultivated a life that balanced the tranquility of her family roots with the electric energy of the urban soundscape.

Are small town roleplays still a thing? (Modern/Slice of life.)

_{We're in Love}

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<sub>Nestled in the heart of the countryside lies the quaint town of St. Claudia's Creek, where time seems to move a little slower, and memories echo through every street corner. The town's focal point is its historic high school, an emblem of shared experiences and youthful dreams. As the 10th-anniversary reunion of St. Claduia's High School approaches, former classmates are drawn back to their alma mater from near and far. The town, with its cozy diners, nostalgic parks, and picturesque views, serves as the backdrop for their reunion.

Imagine: old pals, now distanced by time, receive poignant invitations to their high school's 10th-anniversary celebration. As they reconvene, there's a tidal wave of emotions – joy, nostalgia, and an underlying tension. The reunion sparks conversations, unraveling stories of their shared past – moments of bliss, unspoken crushes, and personal victories. But amidst the laughter and chatter, a box emerges, holding fragments of our history – faded letters, an untouched diary. Suddenly, their past rushes back, unearthing buried secrets and igniting dormant emotions. It's an opportunity for introspection, a chance to confront unresolved conflicts and untangle the knots of their past. Will they poignantly navigate the waves of old memories? Or old wounds are meant to be reopened, unraveling a trove of secrets and trauma that shaped them into the person that they are now?</sub>

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Hello! Been a while since I put up a proper roleplay. So, it's a small town/highschool reunion rp, where old friends try to reconnect and rekindle old friendships, flames, and or rivalries. Set in the picturesque town of St. Claudia's Creek, emotions run high as they navigate unresolved conflicts and buried secrets, seeking closure and understanding amidst the backdrop of their alma mater's anniversary. I'll include time skips as we progress through the story, the peg here is similar to an episodic campaign where we can experience different scenarios depending on the player's choices/ideas and the like. Nothing too fancy though, the main point will still be about relationship and character building.

So that's it, let me know if this is your cup of tea, I will be putting up a character sheet thread if I get enough interest. Hope to hear from ya! :)

Best Chance (Band RP)

Oh right, sorry didn't see that. I'll take the main guitarist role instead.

Best Chance (Band RP)

Interested! Dibs on the drums.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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_{Location: Cosy Bear Interaction: @The Muse, @Rodiak}

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Beth absentmindedly held her coffee, both hands lightly grasping the cup while taking small sips. The homey, bitter taste always made the otherwise uptight doctor at ease, in mind and body, more than how she normally appears. Noticing the other woman look at her direction, not aware that she was looking directly at her, Beth returned a curious stare but was caught off guard when the woman smiled at her briefly. "Was I staring too much?" She thought. Her demeanor tensed however when the other woman turned around, eyes on her. Beth could somewhat hear what the conversation was about but the last bit, she heard.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry" Beth coughed slightly at the, from what she could only describe as an unintentional compliment. With a soft smile, she regains her composure. "I believe I wont make for a flattering image at this state. Unless you want something reminiscent to a wet duckling, then I may be a suitable reference." she meant it as a lighthearted quip whilst self consciously adjusting her glasses and the strands of her still damp hair from the rain.

Beth caught the brunette woman's sudden shift, she found it strange how her mood suddenly swings in the midst of things. Though hoping to ask what was wrong, she didn't go through thinking it would be too rude to pry, specially by a random person she'd barely known. "Well, I can attest that they have the best cheese cake in town." Beth smiles, moving forward with the chit chat. "That or I may just have very plain tastes."

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

I'll also have mine done this weekend.

Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh

Been eyeing this for awhile now, so I'll go ahead show my interest. Going for a Orc/Bard character and have Mara as their deity. :)

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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_{Location: Clinic > Cosy Bear Interaction: Rhys the cat.@The Muse, @Rodiak (kinda)}

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Even as a Londoner Beth never has been a fan of gloomy weathers but the rain right now surely feels like home. She let herself gaze out the window from her work desk, chin resting on one hand, lost way beyond the droplets that trickle down her window and was in deep unbridled contemplation. She had woken up early that morning, around 4 in fact, and started working on her medical journals and research. It was hard to break from both habits since she started med school, or it's just her impulsive workaholism rousing up again in this mellow, lonely day like it always does.

Rhys has had enough however, hopping up her desk and rubbing his furry head under her chin. It made her nose crinkle when his tail lightly touch her nose. Beth returned him a gentle petting.

"Not a fan of the weather too?"

"Maaow."

Beth has yet to experience a lot in this country, check out the sight and appreciate the sunny side of things but she didnt come here for a vacation in the first place. Taking care of Linda has its drawbacks and challenges. A whole year and that old woman has yet to recognize her, let alone call her by her name. To her she was "Randy", thinking about her son who went missing more than a decade ago. Beth's biological half brother.

The doctor briefly gazes out the window, her hand still unmindfully petting her feline companion. "Seems like the weather's not letting up anytime soon. What do you think?"

"Maow."

Beth decided to get some coffee that morning as she hadn't gone out in the past 3 days. She thought of taking a break for awhile. Rhys, sitting still at the corner of the desk, observes his human organize her things before she leaves. She slipped her laptop in her bag, in case she ever felt like working at the cafe. Donning on her coat, she pets Rhys goodbye. "Watch over the office for me while I'm gone, ok? I'll be back soon" Rhys was blissfully grooming himself when she left the clinic.

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Her old beat up Camry needed some working to make it start that morning as the weather was relatively chilly. After stepping it up and muttering a few curses, the thing finally started and Beth heaves a sigh of victory. After finding a convenient enough place to park, which he never always had a problem with living in a small town, she opens an umbrella and walked towards the cafe. When she got inside she gently shook her umbrella dry, placing it on the rack and adjusting her barett, walked towards the counter.

"Good Morning." she greeted the barista in her usual formal and polite demeanour. The barista also greeted her with some familiarity, as she regularly comes in at the cafe ever so often, either working or just taking it easy. "A dark medium roast please. Hot."

Beth couldn't tell if it's just her but the cafe seemed to be a bit quieter than normal. There's the usual soft sounds of idle chatter, but maybe it's because she never usually came in this early in the day. She abruptly turned around and caught the attention of someone talking albeit, way above the noise range of the establishment.

To Beth, a year in sanctuary isn't long enough to get acquainted or at least be familiar with the locals. Though she had seen or even interacted with some, it seems like there's still a few new and unfamiliar faces around town.

Beth observes the woman, unbothered and soaking wet but she didn't seem to care. She was more concerned, however, about the other stranger's business which, the doctor found the whole interaction between them quite amusing. The one she's talking to however, Beth knows. She could've seen her around the cafe more than once, a very distinct woman she thought, standing out from the usual Sanctuary denizen. She wonders what her intentions are in a place otherwise too conforming for the likes of her. Beth wasn't one to judge though but, was just mainly curious.

The doctor has a way of analyzing and observing things, and the way she does it, is very obvious than she wishes. She was unmindfully staring at this point, deep in her thoughts, not even noticing the barista delivering her coffee on her table.