Carlyle

What shows/movies are you watching?

Watching anime again. It's been some time since I was seriously in the business of watching it.

Currently going through the third season of Sound! Euphonium, one of my prior favorites that recently got a new season.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

We begin anew.

Four color heroics super hero rpg campaign worlds,timelines,and settings

By imagination and research, I'd presume.

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Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

Ignore that oopsie

Brenden

B R E N D A N
B R E N D A N

^{”Even in darkness, even in the unknown—there will always be a light, a north star to guide you to where you belong.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ The often introspective, emotionally cynical, twenty-six year old Brendan Leclair is the sole keeper of the lighthouse on the outskirts of town. The lighthouse has a two-story house about twenty steps away from it with a pier next to it. It is there that Brendan stands, often contemplating his purpose in the circle that is life. When he’s not questioning his existence, he likes to write his musings in a journal and take strolls along the shore (usually without shoes so he can feel the sand between his toes). He enjoys fishing even though he isn’t any good and has an obsession with making pies, be it fruit or meat pie. He might not be very good, but it distracts him from how loud his mind can get. He also has a cat. A black cat named Way

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Before settling on the small island of Starlight Cove, those who bore the name Leclair, they were sailors. They were navigators. They were kings of the seas. Rumor has it, the sigil of a shooting star was the symbol they were coming. It’s been rumored that everyone who took to the sea knew of their name. But this was so long ago and the norieity of that name has faded into memory of those who still bear it. For three generations, the name Leclair has been associated with the lighthouse tower. From Brendon’s grandfather to his mother and now passed onto him, he oversees the lighthouse. He fixes what needs fixing. Replacing the light, patching up things that need patching up, and making repairs. He inherited it merely three years ago when his mother fell ill and when his father left the island a few months after that. The lighthouse might seem small in comparison to what role it serves to the island, but if there’s one thing that Brendan has always valued, it was how everything in the world has a role in the great circle of life. Everything from the animals the hunters kill to provide the island with food to the florists that give them the benefit of a flowers beauty to even the safe guidance a lighthouse provides for sailors and traders who come to Starlight for business. Everything has a purpose. And though Brendan understands his purpose in maintaining the upkeep of the lighthouse, he still questions about his personal purpose. What is it he’s meant to do? Is being the keeper of the lighthouse simply it? With nobody but himself to fall back on, is he meant to just be alone by the pier without anyone? Or is there someone, somewhere, waiting for him?

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@AlteredTundra

Feel free to post Brendan in the CS tab--but please use the already made post of yours in it.

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

Bro, its just a Harvest Moon-like. It's not that deep.

@mickilennial

That's all it is, seriously. There's not some deep lore or anything behind it. Just something chill and simple.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

563

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Welcome to the guild, @APerfectMoment.

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

_{Location: Fire Lookout -> Alderdice General Store}

Timeframe: Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): Mimi @Lemons, Luna @mickilennial}

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"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap...!"

A flustered red blur zoomed across the wooden flooring of the fire lookout, her feet sliding against the grain. She had been in a desperate rush, evident by the spilled art supplies that had just fallen out of her bag and all over the floor. Bending downwards, Fia hastily shoved pen and brush back into the bag without much thought to where they went. There was time to sort the mess later, but not now. Right now there was only one thing that truly mattered to Fia—to have the first pick of the morning bread.

"Gotta go, gotta go," Fia chanted, haphazardly throwing her bag over her shoulders. Swinging the door wide open, Fia raced—or rather jumped—down the numerous steps to her home. "They're mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

In what seemed to be a new record for Fia, her feet touched solid ground in mere seconds. Still, the speed she had built up did not cease, as Fia continued her sprint down the hillside towards the village center. Painted masterpieces, each personally-picked canvas scattered among the natural scenery, shifted into a muddled mess of colors as Fia flew by, nearly tripping on her own two feet.

"Hu-lloooooooooooooooo!" Fia loudly announced to someone she had passed, her voice wavering slightly from all the running. Whoever they were, or whether they had been even attempting to talk to her, Fia had no idea. She didn't have time to look back, and there was much less time to start a conversation with them.

Turning a corner, Fia skidded to a lengthy stop before the general store. Her arms swung upwards wildly as she caught herself stumbling, while a fresh dust cloud trail rose in the air, kicked up by her shoes. Once Fia had been certain she was stable again, she closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath.

Woah. That was a close one, Fia thought. Falling flat on her face would've certainly sucked. She didn't want to eat her favorite morning snack covered in bruises from her own clumsiness. Thankfully, by her own grace or perhaps more than likely Fia's own dumb luck, she had been safe from being a total embarrassment for all to see with their own eyes.

"Miss Alderdice?" Fia yelled out as she approached the front door of the general store. Her fist loudly rapped against the door in tune with her hollering. "Are you in there? It's me, Fia! I hope I'm not late for the Millers' delivery!"

Starlight Cove: Oceanside Memories

Thinking about character ideas, I've got a few in mind

Would Starlight Cove have any use for a lighthouse? It's an island, but still not sure if it would be of any use plot wise or not

If so, I was thinking of making a character whose family has been the keeper of said lighthouse for a few generations

Alternatively, also had an idea for either an astrologist or maybe even a psychic.

@AlteredTundra

Considering that the Colls used to fish by boat there prior to Starlight becoming an actual town/village, I could see a lighthouse springing up.