Chuuya

How are you doing, folks,

Welcome to the Guild, @herkimki. What are you looking to write while on here, if you don't mind me asking?

Hello there!

Welcome to the Guild, @Dark Romantic.

Looks like we have a few things in common involving a love for the dark and spooky. Halloween is also the best holiday and that is a hill that I'm willing to die on. I noticed that you've already made your own 1x1 Interest Check and I wish you luck with that. I hope that you're able to find a Roleplay that suits your interest(s). Don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions about the website (even though it seems like you already know what you're doing) as most of us are pretty friendly and usually happy to help.

What's this place?

Honestly? I was looking up anime pictures and one of them linked to this place, heh! XD

I've been RPing for nearly 20 years and didn't know this place existed, but I guess I haven't indulged in post by post forums until fairly recently.

@Escud

That's a hell of an origin story. Well, now that you're here, we're happy to have you in any case. Where have you been Roleplaying up until now if you don't mind me asking? And what are you looking to write?

Chuuya's Characters

Roleplay: Blight
Section: 1x1

Felicia Haunild Ward

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"I've killed before and I am not afraid to do it again."

Full Name: Felicia Haunild Ward
Nickname(s): Lady Felicia, Lady Ward, Princess.
Alias: None.

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, but tends to lean towards females.

Birthday: August 24th
Age: 20 years old

By appearance, Felicia is often viewed as a small and fragile woman. This, as to be expected, is often used to her advantage. In spite of her frame, however, she is rather "plump" thanks to a lavish lifestyle, various delectable cheeses, and a lack of physical exercise. She also has extremely pale skin, long curly blonde hair, and hazel eyes. Felicia has considered hacking her hair short as a result of recent events, however.

Height: 5'0 ft (152.4 cm)
Weight: 124 lbs (56.2)

Clothing: Felicia has always been confined to the style of high society. This included tight corsets, flowing dresses, pointed black shoes, and the occasional head garment. Since the blight appeared, however, her attire has shifted completely. Exquisite garments have since been replaced with loose brown robes and boots of a similar shade. This new style is complimented by a black cloak that would, hopefully, protect Felicia from the natural elements.

Accessories: Felicia has had a white floral parasol for as long as she can recall. Its age is painfully evident from the various patches of mismatched fabric that have since been haphazardly sewed on. It has also begun to fade thanks to repeated exposure to harsh sunlight.

Felicia is always the victim in her mind. She finds society inherently flawed for disagreeing with her and believes that she can never be wrong. This is the mentality that she takes, perhaps, to justify her willingness to commit questionably moral acts if it means "seeing results". These viewpoints are usually expressed in little words, however, as she finds no enjoyment in conversing with those deemed "uninteresting or dull". Although she detests gossip and idle conversation as well, there is also part of her that also lives for scandal or anything that could provide a cure for her tedious everyday life. It might be fair to say that, overall, Felicia is ridiculously bored with her lifestyle and would do just about anything to remedy that. The outbreak of the blight, however, seems to have provided her with exactly the entertainment that she craves.

Likes:

• Painting. Before the blight broke loose, she found it to be a relaxing escape.
• Her parasol. She's had it since childhood and thinks of it as an extension of herself.
• The various cheeses of high society. She considers cheese among her favorite foods.
• Various sharp implements. Who knew that knives were so easy to wield outside the kitchen?
• Scandal, conspiracy, and local rumors. Anything to save her from the drudgery of everyday life, really.

Dislikes:

• Dirty, shallow bodies of water. She finds them both unnerving and aesthetically unpleasing.
• Idle chatter and petty, pointless gossip. This is especially true if it leads to nothing of interest.
• The entire Christian faith. Not only does she find it to be tedious, but she is also far from a believer.
• Her deceased husband, Arley Wald. She found him to be despicable, dull, and unaccomplished in life.

Motivation(s): What was once a search for freedom has turned into a new single goal: survive in this new world.
Alignment: Chaotic Lawful. Morals mean nothing to Felicia and she will do anything, legally, to get what she desires.
Moral(s): Felicia has no grasp on functioning morals. She, instead, prefers to view herself as the victim or always right.
Religion: Felicia is a celebrating Catholic Christian though holds little to no personal belief regarding God, Hell, Heaven, or angels.

Felicia was, once upon a time, confined to act as the eldest daughter of the Bennett family. She was raised on virtues of high society where her days consisted of social appearances, painting, and interacting with the occasional servant. She briefly pursued a secret romance with another wealthy young woman, Cecily Porter, though details have been lost to time and the two have continued to remain close friends instead. As a teenager, Felicia further conspired with some of her family's servants to learn skills unfitting of a noble lady. Among them were quick sparring, cooking, and horseback lessons. These lesson were permanently stopped after Felicia turned eighteen, however, which is when she was sent off to marry a man that was double her age. Although this man shared her mutual hatred of the world, he was quick to be "sacrificed" for Felicia's sake when the blight first emerged.

Occupation(s): A noblewoman and the wife of Arley Wald.
Affiliation(s): The Bennett family, the Wald family, and servants to both families.

Family:

• Arley Wald: Felicia's deceased husband. The two had a mutual understanding yet she chose to "sacrifice" him anyway.
• Frederick Bennett: Felicia's father. She never much liked him even when he openly favored her as his favorite child.
• Catrain Bennett: Felicia's mother. The two have a cordial relationship at best and a cold relationship at worst.
• Destrian Bennett: Felicia's younger brother. She finds him to be an immature, ignorant, and irresponsible brat.
• Isabel Bennett: Felicia's younger sister. She's forgettable for the most part and Felicia cares little for her.
• Unnamed younger siblings: Felicia has a myriad of younger unnamed siblings that passed before or during birth.

Rival(s): None. Yet.
Lover(s): Cecily Porter (formerly; secret), Arley Wald (formerly; public).
Enemies: Creatures born of the blight, organized religion, and society as a whole.
Other: Felicia had friendships with some of her family's servants. Her favorite was one who cared for the horses, Gavin Rolfe.

• Painting: Not that it's especially useful in times of conflict, but Felicia is an exceptionally skilled painter.
• Horse Knowledge: Felicia has passable knowledge on how to ride and care for horses thanks to Gavin Rolfe.
• Combat: Felicia learned basic combat, namely self-defense, from her family's servants as a rebellious teenager.
• Sewing: Like most women of the era, Felicia was taught how to sew during her earlier years and is rather skilled at it.
• Scavenging: Felicia lacks experience exploring outdoors, but she has no quarrels "scavenging" what belongs to others.
• Cooking: Cooking was mostly reserved for family servants though Felicia has been taught how to cook meals here and there.

• Mental: Felicia is generally distrustful of others and may not work well in group settings.
• Physical: Felicia is a small girl with little strength, especially when it comes to her upper arms.
• Emotional: Although she can force herself to do so, Felicia usually struggles with killing animals even if it means her survival.
• Other: A noble upbringing has left Felicia woefully unprepared for long term survival, especially in the wilderness.

• Canteen: A metal flask that is usually filled with water of questionable quality.
• Food: Meat, cheese, and bread that has been poorly wrapped. Some of it has already begun to rot.
• Knife: Taken straight from the Wald kitchen. It is typically used to cut food or as a last resort in combat.
• Parasol: Felicia's personal accessory and weapon of choice. She is never seen without it.

• She is allergic to garlic.
• She has never seen an ocean and someday hopes to.
• She has a relatively strong immune system and claims to have never had an illness in her life.

Is there anyone out there for us?
With the city lain fallen to dust,
Is there anything left to say?
Our prayers now lie buried 'neath this rust.
Is there any salvation for us?
In whatever is left of this crust,
Maybe the devil is the only one to love.
These souls in wanderlust,
There's a reason why.
It's the way we die.

Blight

_source.
"I've killed before and I am not afraid to do it again."

Full Name: Felicia Haunild Ward
Nickname(s): Lady Felicia, Lady Ward, Princess.
Alias: None.

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, but tends to lean towards females.

Birthday: August 24th
Age: 20 years old

By appearance, Felicia is often viewed as a small and fragile woman. This, as to be expected, is often used to her advantage. In spite of her frame, however, she is rather "plump" thanks to a lavish lifestyle, various delectable cheeses, and a lack of physical exercise. She also has extremely pale skin, long curly blonde hair, and hazel eyes. Felicia has considered hacking her hair short as a result of recent events, however.

Height: 5'0 ft (152.4 cm)
Weight: 124 lbs (56.2)

Clothing: Felicia has always been confined to the style of high society. This included tight corsets, flowing dresses, pointed black shoes, and the occasional head garment. Since the blight appeared, however, her attire has shifted completely. Exquisite garments have since been replaced with loose brown robes and boots of a similar shade. This new style is complimented by a black cloak that would, hopefully, protect Felicia from the natural elements.

Accessories: Felicia has had a white floral parasol for as long as she can recall. Its age is painfully evident from the various patches of mismatched fabric that have since been haphazardly sewed on. It has also begun to fade thanks to repeated exposure to harsh sunlight.

Felicia is always the victim in her mind. She finds society inherently flawed for disagreeing with her and believes that she can never be wrong. This is the mentality that she takes, perhaps, to justify her willingness to commit questionably moral acts if it means "seeing results". These viewpoints are usually expressed in little words, however, as she finds no enjoyment in conversing with those deemed "uninteresting or dull". Although she detests gossip and idle conversation as well, there is also part of her that also lives for scandal or anything that could provide a cure for her tedious everyday life. It might be fair to say that, overall, Felicia is ridiculously bored with her lifestyle and would do just about anything to remedy that. The outbreak of the blight, however, seems to have provided her with exactly the entertainment that she craves.

Likes:

• Painting. Before the blight broke loose, she found it to be a relaxing escape.
• Her parasol. She's had it since childhood and thinks of it as an extension of herself.
• The various cheeses of high society. She considers cheese among her favorite foods.
• Various sharp implements. Who knew that knives were so easy to wield outside the kitchen?
• Scandal, conspiracy, and local rumors. Anything to save her from the drudgery of everyday life, really.

Dislikes:

• Dirty, shallow bodies of water. She finds them both unnerving and aesthetically unpleasing.
• Idle chatter and petty, pointless gossip. This is especially true if it leads to nothing of interest.
• The entire Christian faith. Not only does she find it to be tedious, but she is also far from a believer.
• Her deceased husband, Arley Wald. She found him to be despicable, dull, and unaccomplished in life.

Motivation(s): What was once a search for freedom has turned into a new single goal: survive in this new world.
Alignment: Chaotic Lawful. Morals mean nothing to Felicia and she will do anything, legally, to get what she desires.
Moral(s): Felicia has no grasp on functioning morals. She, instead, prefers to view herself as the victim or always right.
Religion: Felicia is a celebrating Catholic Christian though holds little to no personal belief regarding God, Hell, Heaven, or angels.

Felicia was, once upon a time, confined to act as the eldest daughter of the Bennett family. She was raised on virtues of high society where her days consisted of social appearances, painting, and interacting with the occasional servant. She briefly pursued a secret romance with another wealthy young woman, Cecily Porter, though details have been lost to time and the two have continued to remain close friends instead. As a teenager, Felicia further conspired with some of her family's servants to learn skills unfitting of a noble lady. Among them were quick sparring, cooking, and horseback lessons. These lesson were permanently stopped after Felicia turned eighteen, however, which is when she was sent off to marry a man that was double her age. Although this man shared her mutual hatred of the world, he was quick to be "sacrificed" for Felicia's sake when the blight first emerged.

Occupation(s): A noblewoman and the wife of Arley Wald.
Affiliation(s): The Bennett family, the Wald family, and servants to both families.

Family:

• Arley Wald: Felicia's deceased husband. The two had a mutual understanding yet she chose to "sacrifice" him anyway.
• Frederick Bennett: Felicia's father. She never much liked him even when he openly favored her as his favorite child.
• Catrain Bennett: Felicia's mother. The two have a cordial relationship at best and a cold relationship at worst.
• Destrian Bennett: Felicia's younger brother. She finds him to be an immature, ignorant, and irresponsible brat.
• Isabel Bennett: Felicia's younger sister. She's forgettable for the most part and Felicia cares little for her.
• Unnamed younger siblings: Felicia has a myriad of younger unnamed siblings that passed before or during birth.

Rival(s): None. Yet.
Lover(s): Cecily Porter (formerly; secret), Arley Wald (formerly; public).
Enemies: Creatures born of the blight, organized religion, and society as a whole.
Other: Felicia had friendships with some of her family's servants. Her favorite was one who cared for the horses, Gavin Rolfe.

• Painting: Not that it's especially useful in times of conflict, but Felicia is an exceptionally skilled painter.
• Horse Knowledge: Felicia has passable knowledge on how to ride and care for horses thanks to Gavin Rolfe.
• Combat: Felicia learned basic combat, namely self-defense, from her family's servants as a rebellious teenager.
• Sewing: Like most women of the era, Felicia was taught how to sew during her earlier years and is rather skilled at it.
• Scavenging: Felicia lacks experience exploring outdoors, but she has no quarrels "scavenging" what belongs to others.
• Cooking: Cooking was mostly reserved for family servants though Felicia has been taught how to cook meals here and there.

• Mental: Felicia is generally distrustful of others and may not work well in group settings.
• Physical: Felicia is a small girl with little strength, especially when it comes to her upper arms.
• Emotional: Although she can force herself to do so, Felicia usually struggles with killing animals even if it means her survival.
• Other: A noble upbringing has left Felicia woefully unprepared for long term survival, especially in the wilderness.

• Canteen: A metal flask that is usually filled with water of questionable quality.
• Food: Meat, cheese, and bread that has been poorly wrapped. Some of it has already begun to rot.
• Knife: Taken straight from the Wald kitchen. It is typically used to cut food or as a last resort in combat.
• Parasol: Felicia's personal accessory and weapon of choice. She is never seen without it.

• She is allergic to garlic.
• She has never seen an ocean and someday hopes to.
• She has a relatively strong immune system and claims to have never had an illness in her life.

Is there anyone out there for us?
With the city lain fallen to dust,
Is there anything left to say?
Our prayers now lie buried 'neath this rust.
Is there any salvation for us?
In whatever is left of this crust,
Maybe the devil is the only one to love.
These souls in wanderlust,
There's a reason why.
It's the way we die.

Blight

Sorry that took so long! We should probably decide on how we're starting now (and who is starting). Do you have a preference?

It's me, Rhi!

Honestly, I have a few vague ideas(Supernatural/Sci-fi/Medevial) and I'm hoping to find someone to flesh them out with!

@Rhiannon Dreams

Looks like you already found the 1x1 section. Best of luck to you! I hope you find someone that can help you flesh out your ideas.

It's me, Rhi!

Welcome to the Guild. Is there anything in particular that you're looking to write?

What's this place?

It's a website for Roleplayers to gather. Welcome. How did you come across us?

The Adventures of Caleb Crowsnest

"Where did that boy go?"

There was noticeable irritation from the woman best known as "Hazel". She had watched the children flee along with the remainder of the Nieve family. It was only Roger, Sara, Mary, and herself who had given them chase. Of everyone that was involved, only Mary seemed actually interested in catching the children and Rablin. She hadn't expected John to come from such useless blood, but here they were. This much, at least, had gotten the shady woman's attention and she wasn't going to ignore it. Especially if those kids were planning on somehow standing in John's way. "We should've kept pursuing them."

"For what reason?" They were back inside the Nieve living room by now. It was by some miracle that Kayden called her father's affiliate inside to "see something cool" at the height of the chase. Whether the younger girl was aware or not, she had probably just saved Caleb's skin. At least for the time anyway. It was against the rules for John's "business partners" to say "no" to the girl much to Hazel's further annoyance. It was forbidden to ever let her feel neglected, ignored, or unloved. That much was asking for a death sentence from her father himself. "They would have just kept running."

"Running into trouble, yes."

"If you have any interest in stopping them. ." Sara Nieve crossed the living room with considerable ease and a dagger hidden up her right sleeve. Mary and Marrathew, meanwhile, had since led Skyla and her cousin outside with promises of picture books, imaginary games, and cookies. Roger was also gone by now with his medical supplies in hand and with Ribbon at his side. He had an inkling of where Caleb went and a nod that confirmed as much. He was going to help in his own way and who was the elderly woman to stop him? Sara, meanwhile, only found herself standing directly in front of the door with aggressive intent in her eyes. "Then I dare you to try."

The denizens of Thorn City seemed content on operating as normal. News of the coup had yet to spread while very few seemed bothered by the reports of recent slaughter. Not that they would have much cared if they knew about the conflict, chaos, or the Hunter's further plans anyway. Citizens always chose to remain mute on matters that did not affect them as it were. Gang violence had become so normal to them over the past few decades anyway. It was better to stay ignorant or silent when it came to the violence, especially when their own lives were at risk. The Hunter had to sympathize with that much at least. Or, at least, he would have if he still had a family or men to call his own.

This is probably why it was so convenient for the alligatorman to slip in though. One trip through the aqueduct overnight led to a stroll through the city where there wasn't a single glance shot in his direction. Thorn City was always a melting pot so it wasn't impossible for another of his species to pass through here anyway. Even still, he thought that he could hear a faint voice calling for him somewhere in the distance: "Byures!"

It was never a good sign that someone had recognized him, especially from within a crowd. A cloak had done enough to obscure his noticeable features even if he did tower over the other creatures that frequented the other city. There was nobody left alive to know that name though. His family was long gone and so was his men. There was two people, perhaps, but they likely had gone on from the city by now. It took all of his self-control to not glance back and yet he did so anyway.

"Caleb?"