Briza

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

I'm losing my role, ngl. It's been days now, and I have not touched the sheet. If its not completed by the end of the week, then drop me off at the music store.

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

𝓟erhaps it would be better to forget

𝓣hat sometimes love dissolves and disappears.

“𝓝o... No...” Finnegan was in a sudden burst of sobs over having just poured fourth his entire heart to the love of his life. The younger brother, Walter, was sure that the older brother, Finnegan, was indeed heartbroken — and for good cause. He felt himself a to be pale in the face as he watched with flustering ability while his beloved Finny cried into his chest over Lady Alyssana.

The site was completely unmanly and perhaps even uncalled for, but all he could do was play the wet nurse (which was not something, I shall have you, as the dear reader know that the young gentleman had in mind nor would have ever dream for his afternoon... as per usual). “I have not seen you like this since Lady Madeline...” He let out a small pip of a voice for consoling, but other than that, he was at his wits end trying to explain to his brother that his entire speech was all too similar to the one he had given Lady Madeline.

“Hu?” His voice cracked as he looked with damp, red eyes at Walter. It was no use explaining to the man over how rehearsed and disingenuous he sounded, upon one knee. His stereotypical charlatan ways had significantly gotten the better of him this time. The best Walter could do was let the man be a buffoon for his emotions as he waited for the potion to eventually reach its limits.

. ❖ .

It was evening when the love potion finally wore off, complete with Finnegan moaning and groaning about some chest pain that he would not have been bothered to mention had his head not been throbbing, as well, “Water, Walter...”

Walter already had a glass ready, as this was not the first time in the past half hour that the man had asked for something to alleviate the pain. Unfortunately, he refused to go anywhere near herbs as the shear thought of them triggered his pain. Of course, Walter could not help himself and kindly mentioned Lady Alyssana, “She needs a formal apology. I think you frightened her quite a bit.”

“I doubt I frightened her... She does not scare so, so... easily,” Finnegan said with a slight bombastic pedantry that was vainly trying to hide his memories of what had happened between them, “We should let her be until tomorrow. Blast you two, anyhow. What even is the first rule of the my dear, dear perfumery?”

Walter stared blankly at his brother and held his breath. He had broken more than just one when Lady Alyssana prompted him like so. He still felt Finnegan should not have done that to Lady Evelyn, especially since it resulted in a headache afterwards. What a terrible thing for him to have done, and yet he still felt for his brother, as usual. The feelings of empathy would never pass from him, and with that, he took a wet cloth and placed it over the lounging brother's forehead, “We should probably call Lady Alyssana. She ought to be told that you are in the right mind, again...” His voice protested lightly with a glance that not dare look at his brother in the eyes.

“Fine!” Finnegan suddenly shot upwards, “We'll, we'll call her- ahhh....” His hand spread and pressed his fingers to his forehead, “Fiddles, heaven forbid I have a day go smoothly for once. This pain is agonizing.” He spoke through the list of reasons why he wanted to fall backwards into the velvet cushion and have nothing more to do with the world as he tried to forget how awful he felt about Lady Alyssana running out on him.

His eyes closed as he took in a deep breath for relief:
It's nothing. She knows I was dowsed. Completely dowsed.

“Call her at once, and tell the servants to get the dining room ready.”

And with a drawing breath and several words of agreement, Walter did just that. The murders were of more importance at this point in time. He was glad that Finnegan had finally began regaining his senses.

𝓡ather than...

𝓣hat the pride of the heart may fail.

𝓣hat the lust of the eye may be quench'd.

THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [Ready Player One inspired RP]

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₁ THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [[ 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙳𝚊𝚠𝚜𝚘𝚗 ]]
₂ 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 = raw_input("We done yet? A: Yes, B: No, C:
Ignore \n")
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𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 // 𝚒 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢
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[[ 𝚡 𝚡 𝚡 ]]}

The clicking of her credits stopped for just a single moment as Nao’s eyes slowly traced their feminine way to BlinkXII's dollish face. The same smirk ,she loved wearing, was still set on her scarlet, glistening lips as she admired the cute button nose on the Asian avatar. BlinkXII was always such a delight to tease inside Michael's head, and every single time, she lost to Nao, singlehandedly.

“Did yeah say somethin', mah Sweet Bea?” She raised a brow, knowing full well what the other had just said, “I was too busy countin’ to…” She paused and made a noticeably vain attempt to take back what she had just said, “Girl, have you been talkin’ this whole time?” Her hand slid from her pouch and lightly tapped BlinkXII's lower thigh as she leaned closely, “You really ought to just interrupt me if I ain't mindin’ you po-litely,” Her face was needlessly close to BlinkXII’s, and with a small huff, Nao drew back, again. “I think it's just flat plain rude to ignore a person like that, an me, out of all people, shou'd be aware. I ain't, an wit blue hair like yours...” she cocked her head several times and puckered her lips as she shook her head back-and-forth, “Nhnnm.”

The fluff of her afro swayed with her disapproval as the sweet scent of coconut drifted from her as she continued. Her hand slid from BlinkXII and tidied her satchel's strings, “People gunna be rude, but please dear Lord save me from bein’ one of ‘em. And, I mean, it. Amen.” She paused for what Nao would have referred to as a hot minute and then made an addendum to her speech before turning the conversation to its original intent, “Yeah really should speak up, mo’. How many people gunna fine me bein' im-po-lite? Can't get that reputation out or nobody’s gunna wanna come an gossip wit me. Now, tell me you got something good from the battle, ‘cause I'm boutta blow a gasket tryna get somethin' worthwhile from all these hauls.” Her lips puckered again, “Yeah really way tuh sweet to be ignored like that,” she lied, and with that, Michael grinned in his VR as Nao's hand reached forward to brush a faux-stray hair from her face, “There.” She leaned back, head popping back just a bit as she eyed the avatar in strange admiration.

THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [Ready Player One inspired RP]

@CaptainSully, are you going to make a Discord Server by chance?

THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [Ready Player One inspired RP]

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₁ THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [[ 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙳𝚊𝚠𝚜𝚘𝚗 ]]
₂ 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 = 'Welcome to the _Dream_ Command Line Interface'
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𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 // 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛
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[[ 𝚡 𝚡 𝚡 ]]}

🡒 She was sitting on a wooden stool, standing on the center of a small, petty stage. The layout was cheap and put down unevenly. There was black tapestry trying to cover the awkward display of floorboards. Faux vinyl records were lining the wall. Plastic twirlies were hanging from the ceiling. A broken disco ball with missing pieces was twirling overhead. Small lights from the reflective piece were shimmering on the shabby walls. Paint was pealing from them, and crummy pencil graffiti was trying to secure lowlife signature arts.

And there she was, in the middle of the stage.

Her bronzed, toned legs were hanging like a goddess's pair, sculpted and draped over one another. Nothing could harm her as she continued rocking and rolling her bare shoulders slowly to the karaoke jam. The microphone was securely in her hand, being held close to her plush lips, glistening with the broken disco ball. A small smile was dealt on her poker face as she looked at the drunken shadows of the audience.

The shadows were stirring in their positions sprinkled with cheap, shimmering lights. They were only half-minding the scanty woman on stage. Despite her thick, syrupy voice spreading romantic gossip through the conversations and electronic betting, they seemed more interested in their drinks than whatever she was bellowing. They were too intoxicated to care.

At least, everyone but him.

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print("Hello Michael\nYou are dreaming again.")

“Fffudge,” Michael mouthed with annoyance from his VR set. He'd drifted, again, and while NaoMi (Nao) was seated, she was not on the center of some stage romancing his soul. Instead, she was positioned in an orange couch. Her legs were still crossed over the other but only as her back fashioned an arch into the plush cushion. Her elbow with her hand was carefully crafted and rested on the arm of the sofa. Her other arm was propped against the back of the sofa. She had it stretched and available for any lucky suitor to come and join her.

Michael imagined himself, but fished for someone or something else.

The battle could have been better in relation to whatever the statistics said about victory. Nao had a mouthful of commentary on the subject, and Michael was eager to hear her use that sexy, electronic word horde of hers. He enjoyed the chocolate syrupy sound of her voice when she sank into her own ideas and opinions. She had a way of whipping her slang around, and now, after a battle of wearing no damage, her sass seemed all the more daunting to indulge.

Nao looked around the room at her guild members. She thought to move herself, leave the couch and make some busty entrance into a conversation, congratulate into a nitpicking sarcasm, but for now, she would count her credits. Her ebony arm dropped from the back of the couch and grasped her camel, leather satchel. A smirk was rested on her soft, plump lips, still wearing a solid gloss of unscathed scarlet, and her dark eyes cast downwards as she sorted through her earnings.

THΞ UNIVΞRSΞ [Ready Player One inspired RP]

Michael Dawson

𝙼 ! ¢ 𝚑 𝟺 𝟹 𝟷 𝙳 𝟺 𝚆 𝟸 𝟶 𝙽

M ! ¢ h 4 3 1 D 4 W 2 0 N

"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."

ɴᴀᴍᴇ

Michael Dawson

ᴀɢᴇ

25

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Male

sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Heterosexual

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ

5'10"

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ

160 Pounds

ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Scrolling through a four lettere'd Swedish e-catalog of minimalist styled furnishings is close to what Michael's 350ish square foot apartment looks like. Except his living space is not as commercial and clean. Regardless, it's what he refers to as his home, which is in the middle tier of society.

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

IT Specialist and Software Programmer at Hiroshi Technologies

ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ sᴋɪʟʟs

• Explaining Protocol
• Programming (Hacking, Software Development, Tech Support)
• Reading & Writing (Technical, Legal)
• Fire Arm Safety
• CPR

ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs

✔ Technology (NaoMi, Ribbit)
✔ Weaponry
✔ Sci-Fi Novels
✔ Tea
✔ Cat Fishing

✘ Cats
✘ Pacifists
✘ Impracticality
✘ Mundane Lifestyles
✘ Slow Things (People, Technology)

ɪᴛᴇᴍs

• Laptop (Arch-System, Lightweight)
• A.I. Dog (Ribbit)
• Smart Phone (Arch-System, Camera, Mobile, Music)
• Smart Watch (Ditto ^)
• Used-Tesla Model 3 (Arch System, Music, Transportation)
• Headset (Bluetooth, Noise-Cancelling, Phones, Wireless)
• Portable Battery
• Backup Hard-drive
• Smith & Wesson M&P (Black, Loaded)
• Steel-Toed Shoes & Leather Jacket (Huzzah!)

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

If there was ever an hypocrite who denied his hypocrisy at every turn, you would have Michael Dawson as the man who all the vine emagazines wanted to interview, except he's actually not all that interesting. He's too monotonous of a man. In fact, he gets away with flirting with the women at work (solely) because he is so complacent and dry-humored about it; all his comments either go over their head or just tag him along as someone who technically fell so in-line, he was just being matter-of-fact. To make matters even less interesting, he will deny ever having passed a wandering eye or a pick-up line.

ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

What do you want for Christmas? Write it down, and let's mail it to Santa Claus. But guess what? Santa Claus doesn't exist. Want to know how Michael found out? By hacking his parents techies. Seriously, though, everything he wants for Christmas, he just buys himself now, as a single bachelor working for the Hiroshi Technologies. There's no emailing some phony who pretends to live at the North Pole. All there is, is Michael, NaoMi, and Ribbit. (Exaggerations aside, he's a simple man. All he really wants for Christmas is NaoMi and maybe that one lady with the wheelchair in the office to stop having a wheelchair.)

But, let's back it up a bit.

His father Phil Dawson is an engineer who almost lost his job when his best friend, often referred to as a the brother he never had got canned for some good old fashioned black hat hacking. It was quite the blow to Michael and his sister Carolyn. How could Uncle Eric do such a thing? As Michael came to find out, curiosity kills the cat. Of course, hacking his parent's tech didn't get him canned like it did his Uncle Eric. However, it did hint to his father that his son was a chip off the old block.

However, this only fueled the first for Phil to crack the whip on his son. If he didn't work for Hiroshi Technologies, he would be a failure. All other corporations were the enemy, spineless hacks. Phil's desires for his son spoke wonders against Carolyn's interest in following any of those footsteps. Although, she still resides as a regular user in The Universe (username: L04D1N6_L1N3)... Anyways, it's safe to assume the man's schooling was quite the nose grind and much more prestigious than whatever schooling his sister received.

NaoMi

𝙽 𝚊 𝚘 𝙼 𝚒

N a o M i

"Byte my digitally generated A.S.S."

ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ

NaoMi

ʜᴏᴍᴇ

A Yurt, with a spiraling staircase and a second story bedroom for more than one. Renovations happen often, as NaoMi seems to be ideally interested in keeping up with the imaginary Jones' of Yurt Decor.

ғᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴇʀ

The sassiest black woman who ever was. No, really, even Michael cannot deny her, which... to be honest, has been a burden on the poor man's soul (and love life, for that matter). Although, if we're going to be really honest, who can beat such a witty, bad ass? Don't answer that.

sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟᴛʏ

Assassin/Swordsmith/Samurai

ғᴇᴀᴛs

NaoMi is known for holding her tongue and third-person stealth combat in Assassin's Creed, mob sniping like a ninja, and looting like a dirty pirate.

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs

• Katana - Adenium ("Addie")

• Rarity: Common
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: A curved, single-edged blade with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands. Primarily used for cutting. It is traditionally worn edge up and for martial arts such as kenjutsu and iaijutsu.

• Wakizashi - Cumin ("Minnie")

• Rarity: Common
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: A companion short sword to the Katana. It is used as a backup or auxiliary sword; it is also used for close quarters fighting, to behead a defeated opponent and sometimes to commit seppuku, a ritual suicide.

• Screaming Mimi Model 77- Cyber Handheld Rocket Launcher ("Mimi")

• Rarity: Ultra Rare
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: The launcher shoots fin-stabilized rockets of poisonous gas, explosives, and smoke shells. It is often mistaken as a tool for merely smoke screening as the build of the launcher is similar to that of other regular types of rocket launchers. Also, the thin walls of the rockets have the great advantage of allowing much larger quantities of gases, fluids or high-explosives to be delivered than artillery or even mortar shells of the same weight.

ᴀʀᴍᴏᴜʀ

• Afro Sunset Simulate ("A.S.S.")

• Rarity: Rare
• Appearance: See Picture Above
• Functionality: A leather textile covering the necessities to to hide disapproving nakedness. It allows for swift movement, underwater exploration and fighting, and carrying utilities like a belt of a garter. A sheath, invisible layer also protects her skin and acts as a level of defense for attack, stealth, and agility.

ᴜᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ

• Gas Mask

• Rarity: Common
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: A mask utilized to protect the wearer from inhaling toxic gases. Gas masks come in a variety of forms, ranging widely in their sophistication, with the simplest consisting merely of a single piece of cloth.

• Deku Pipes

• Rarity: Common
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: Heals and Awakens

• Mirror Shield

• Rarity: Common
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: This is a big, heavy shield. It can withstand flame attacks! The shield can deal brutal attack moves such as dazing and leaving enemies defenseless for subsequent attacks. It is a powerful and can reflect light beams or magic from one place to another.

• Demigod's Bracers

• Rarity: Legendary
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: +15% Warrior Damage; +5% All Damage

sᴛᴇᴇᴅ

• The Atlas Ursa Minor (Little Crow)

• Rarity: Rare
• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: A large, fast burrowing-style of transportation with traditional, brute and sharp attack force and a heavy, natural defense to enemy infiltration.

ᴀʀᴛɪғᴀᴄᴛ

• Kitsune Mask

• Appearance: Here
• Functionality: Raises speed and also allows for teleportation.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

I am hoping to get it all together over the weekend after I have the chance to read everything.

Edit: For current concept, see below;

Wip

Basille Rhyne

_{[ 𝙱 𝚊 𝚜 𝚒 𝚕 𝚕 𝚎 𝚁 𝚑 𝚢 𝚗 𝚎 ]}

[ 𝟹 𝟻 ] | [ 𝙼 𝚊 𝚕 𝚎 ] | [ 𝟼 ' 𝟸 " ] | [ 𝙱 + ]

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: Basille Rhyne

𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚂 // 𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂:

𝚂𝙴𝚇: Male

𝙰𝙶𝙴: 35

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴: An above average male with

𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:

𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙶𝙽 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙼 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Bodyguard;

𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎

- | Trait | Trait | Trait | Trait | Trait

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙶𝙾𝙰𝙻: (Why are you still around? What are you trying to achieve?)

𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙶𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙰𝙻: (Why did you link up with Campbell? What are you trying to do for his platform?)

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈: (Who are you really? What morally defines you? What drives you?)

𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙿𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈: (What are your views on the world? While a partisan identity would be nice to include, feel free to define yourself outside of the five parties. This is important as Campbell will eventually have to choose a party to represent.)

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂: (What are you hiding? What would it cost you if someone found out what’s behind the veil?)

𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂: (What keeps you up at night? What makes you freeze up in the moment? What do you avoid at all costs?)

𝚁𝙴𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: (How does the world view you? What are you known for? How do your people act around you?)

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂: (Feel free to list a few.)

𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂: (Same as above)

𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙺𝚂: (What makes you unique for better or worse?)

𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Character Quote”

𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂: (What sort of Cyberware are you equipped with?)

𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙿𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃: (What are you carrying on the job?)

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂: (Feel free to list a few and elaborate a bit.)

𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂: (Aim for three or so. Equal or greater to your number of skills.)

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂:

Relationship Table Template

𝙲 𝚑 𝚊 𝚛 𝚊 𝚌 𝚝 𝚎 𝚛 𝙽 𝚊 𝚖 𝚎	𝚁 𝚎 𝚕 𝚊 𝚝 𝚒 𝚘 𝚗 𝚜 𝚑 𝚒 𝚙
[Name of other character]	[Write out your character's opinion and relationship with the character in question.]

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

If Dexter has room for one (1) more body guard, then count another player to the game, pretty please with sugar on top.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 [RECRUITMENT ROUND 2] (Cyberpunk, Lore-Rich, Political Intrigue, Action)

Crawls out of the woodwork

Salve!