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    1. Carravin 9 yrs ago

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Current scientific fact: if you take all of the veins in your body and lay them end-to-end, you will die
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yo! nice to meet you; i'm carravin, and i'm basically a sentient shitpost. let's run through the laundry list now:
  • has a truly horrendous sleep schedule, and definitely doesn't sleep as much or as often as she should
  • considers herself a fairly proficient writer, even in her worst moments (we all have our off days; my casual disregard for proper capitalization does not reflect the standards to which i hold IC content)
  • has a curious love for the supernatural, cliches be damned, because she's allowed to have fun
  • loves dogs!! so much!!
  • always down to write, despite her tendency to procrastinate
  • currently embroiled in a sordid love affair with overwatch
  • as far as preferences go, i'm typically more inclined toward playing females, especially queer ladies! because, you know, the world needs more of that. insofar as genres are concerned, i'm always down for fantasy (both high and urban variants), futuristic cyberpunk, or well-written, compelling slice of life.

thus concludes this brief infomercial. so, yeah, nice to meet y'all! feel free to hit me up if you're interested in some quality shitposting.

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Interested! Slice-of-life dramas are my guilty pleasure, so I'd love to see this story unfold!
Oh, this looks fun! Count me in!
✼ PRISCILLA FORSYTHE ✼


Why, when we do our darkest deeds
Do we tell?
They burn in our brains
Become a living hell

Twenty-one || Half-Veela || Dogwood, eight inches, Hippogriff feather core, Supple || Neophyte Auror


The eldest product of Theodore Forsythe and his newest concupiscent conquest's latest affair, most would agree Priscilla was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Born in one of the frosty north's most extravagant estates to a father as indifferent as he was affluent and a mother who had opted for a more “hands-off” approach to parenting (except for mooching off benefits, of course), Priscilla spent much of her early childhood learning the intricacies of internecine warfare. Passive-aggressive notes, “accidental” misplacement of vital funds, and deploying threats of dismemberment with cheerful grace were the norm. It gave Priscilla a perverse sort of appreciation for the fine art of war - or at least, revealed to her that it was fully possible to operate on a level of treachery yet unbreached by human influence.

Because Priscilla was the eldest, the vast majority of her childhood was regulated rather strictly. Her father needed to ensure he could pass down the family company - empire, more aptly - to a suitable heir or heiress, and as such, he couldn't risk his daughter growing up a flighty, irresponsible hellion. "You're a Forsythe," he used to say, "you're a cut above the rest, so you must exemplify that in all you do." Personal style, attitude, posture - even the people with whom she associated were delegated by her father. Because Mr. Forsythe's arrogance was staggering, this meant friends were a precious, rare commodity.

Her fondest memories of living at home consisted of her bedroom mirror. A tall, surprisingly plain ornament; the only piece of furniture she owned that wasn't garishly ostentatious. As a young child, when the crushing weight of solitude was too much to bear, she'd hunt around in her father's room, scavenge a tube of his latest fling's lipstick, and draw a sloppy, kind of lopsided caricature on the mirror's surface.

It was someone to talk to, at least.

She often used to wonder if there were monsters hiding in her closet, and if they were, maybe they were lonely. Maybe they wanted a friend, but were too scared to talk, so they remained hidden, just out of reach.

She wasn't entirely certain what prompted her to forsake her father's wishes and become an Auror--perhaps some latent consideration for the welfare of others she's yet to comprehend? Eager to placate his favorite--and, statistically speaking, only--bargaining chip, he did what every entrepreneur/aspiring politician is wont to do: he pulled the right strings, bribed the right commissioners, and spouted a multitude of empty platitudes he had no intentions of keeping. As such, Priscilla's one of the youngest recruits joining the force, and it's clear she's entirely out of her element.

(Theodore figures it's only a matter of time before she realizes the error of her ways and come crawling shamefully back; he's more than willing to indulge her latest "silly, frivolous whim". He believes he knows best--if there's one thing he does well, it's managing his property.)



And the madness begins! I'll start formulating a reply right away, though I might not get it up tonight! Firstly, though, I'm gonna slap a character sheet into the tab--promise it won't take too long!
@El Taco Taco

I saw the post about the Auror buddy cops plot--the one with your character April Kaufman--and all I have to say is holy shit, yes please, this is everything I've ever wanted in my entire goddamn life.

PM me if you're willing to hash this out!
I'd like to second the above question. If there aren't any open slots, however, know that I'm probably going to lurk and silently gush over this setting--and its characters--regardless.

EDIT: Well; lurking it is!
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