knavishYeah, of course! I'll follow your example with cs tomorrow, if you don't mind. It's getting a little late and I still have some stuff to do around the house.
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Heya, I'm entrops and I'm bad with commitment.
I'm an 18 y/o from Pennsylvania, USA -- so EST (-5:00) -- and I like the X-Men, doodling, and game soundtracks. if my replies are too slow/I'm gone for too long, or you just wanna chat, my skype is apocalick.
I'm an 18 y/o from Pennsylvania, USA -- so EST (-5:00) -- and I like the X-Men, doodling, and game soundtracks. if my replies are too slow/I'm gone for too long, or you just wanna chat, my skype is apocalick.
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What about something like -
pretty basic, and bio starts out blank, added to as the story reveals it? If you want to write your bio before that, I totally understand, I just cannot for the sake of keeping the story unpredictable.
pretty basic, and bio starts out blank, added to as the story reveals it? If you want to write your bio before that, I totally understand, I just cannot for the sake of keeping the story unpredictable.
Um, hrm. Hrm, hmm, hmm. That's a good question. Short answer is that I want to be very sparing in what I reveal about my characters because their backstories and even names would spoil the plot, and I'd feel terrible if your bio was long and detailed and comprehensive and there's mine like
character name: ???
character age: ???
character bio: ???
For one of my charas, I can't even say anything about them, and then for the main one I would really only want to give a physical description (which would come in during his introduction anyways). So, uh. How are we gonna go about that? I'm stumped.
EDIT: idea. what if we have character sheets where we fill out information as it's revealed in plot?
character name: ???
character age: ???
character bio: ???
For one of my charas, I can't even say anything about them, and then for the main one I would really only want to give a physical description (which would come in during his introduction anyways). So, uh. How are we gonna go about that? I'm stumped.
EDIT: idea. what if we have character sheets where we fill out information as it's revealed in plot?
Hey, no! Not at all, humans are just as interesting as any other race. Tbh, you can make them native of Riverain if you want, but you can make up pretty much anything you want to for their backstory or just in general. I totally don't mind you writing in new countries and cultures or continents, or even defining one of the places I listed in that long word-blob under setting. Feel free to take the reigns! I can't expect you to know what's in my head, so we'll have to make up stuff as we go, anyways.
Sorry I've already written so much for this! I don't want to scare you into feeling like you can't be creative in this setting, because that's not the case, I just obsessed over it to the point where everything has a placeholder name or description already - placeholder being keyword. ^^'
Sorry I've already written so much for this! I don't want to scare you into feeling like you can't be creative in this setting, because that's not the case, I just obsessed over it to the point where everything has a placeholder name or description already - placeholder being keyword. ^^'
Oh, it's no problem! Most of this was pre-written. That's why liches are included in there (I mean, if you want to write a lich, all the power to you, but I wouldn't expect it) and other stuff that probably isn't relevant. Your chara being the one who stumbles upon the henge is usually what I anticipate happening, and of course you can write more than one character.
As far as ethnicity, culture, and race goes, yes, it all exists. Riverain, the setting we're in, is where I imagine that meltingpot to be - but that just means there's no common face in Riverain, not that everyone looks and acts the same.
As far as ethnicity, culture, and race goes, yes, it all exists. Riverain, the setting we're in, is where I imagine that meltingpot to be - but that just means there's no common face in Riverain, not that everyone looks and acts the same.
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@Entropsy
Marceline/Finn
Finn/Ice Queen
Fionna/Marshal Lee
Ahh, sorry. As much as I love Finn/Fionna, I really don't ship them with Marcy/Marshall or Simone. I hope you have better luck, though! Sorry again!
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@Entropsy All right! And thanks so much, I appreciate it!
No problem! c: Here's the thread.
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@Entropsy I'd be interested in 02 - Orfelin Waters, Prompt One ;)
Ayy, cool. On a thread here, or somewhere else?
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@Entropsy
Adventure Time. You interested?
Always. Though I might be a bit over-occupied at the moment, if you have a pairing or an idea, throw it at me!
⦃ ¼ Eternity - Out of Character ⦄
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lore of the OrW universe and all that good stuff:
So! We can change all of that, or we can go with it if you want. If you want any more specific information on something, let me know!
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Riverain was a country known best for its port cities along the western coast and progressive government. Elkney was a landlocked fiefdom pressed against the Skerra-Kar mountain range, Riverain’s eastern border, that only exported apples and apple-based dishes and beverages. As one could imagine, its inhabitants weren’t the worldly sort.
Rather, Elkney-folk were the type who believed and perpetuated beliefs about elves being little impish beings who snacked on babies or how dwarves were a strictly male race or that the bodies of the deceased would rise as undead if embalmed without garlic cloves in the mouth. Isolated and wary of strangers, travelers who were unfortunate enough to happen upon Elkney weren’t greeted kindly - more-so ‘tolerated’. They would be given rest at the town’s common house if willing to pay and told to keep to the western roads, as the mountain-range was treacherous and the forests beyond it home to the ‘bae nerrer’, the ‘child-snatchers’ - a misguided warning over the Faan-as-syy elves, who fled the continent two hundred years prior.
‘And never,’ any sensible Elkney-man or -woman or -guard would say, “never follow the path by the creek into the woods.’
They’d neglect to explain what was buried there, deep in the thicket.
The path itself - if one could call it a path - was distinguished by a lighter shade of grass that hadn’t grown in the same direction and spaces between the trees, and after the creek forked away it was nearly impossible to follow with overgrowth. Children occasionally managed to, still, and grew up to tell their own children that it must’ve been fae-addled, the ruins they found.
Six massive stones, alternating between three- to four-times the height of a human man and each as thick as a mule’s length, were arranged around a stepped mound. The circle tapered to a seventh monstrosity with the likeness of a sharp-eared and serene-faced woman carved into its base. And sat before her, at the peak of the mound, an alabaster altar that had long-since been overgrown with foliage. While dirtied and vine-strangled, the stones showed no signs of erosion or disrepair. They could have only been built and kept by the Faan-as-syy, but the wood-elves were a lost to the centuries - and the henge might as well have been erected within the decade.
They were as beautiful as the wellspring of flora surrounding them, but none of the townsfolk visited or prayed to the patron goddess whose name they couldn’t place.
Fifty years prior, when Lord Osten’s keep was still being built and the town’s orchard a yard of saplings, the henge had been discovered and promptly forbidden, though no one made any effort to section off the site. No one talked of it, save for wiley children who wanted to see it for themselves and the parents who warned them off it. To speak about it was to invite its bad luck, or to remind those who’d seen it themselves of its unnerving height, of the sensation of being watched. No one had ever entered the circle, and no one had gone at night. Whatever was there, it be suicide, Elkney-folk thought.
Nonetheless, someone trampled over dead branches and pushed aside knee-length grass, headed straight for the clearing of the Circle. And the quarter-moon had risen hours ago. He could hear them approach.
Rather, Elkney-folk were the type who believed and perpetuated beliefs about elves being little impish beings who snacked on babies or how dwarves were a strictly male race or that the bodies of the deceased would rise as undead if embalmed without garlic cloves in the mouth. Isolated and wary of strangers, travelers who were unfortunate enough to happen upon Elkney weren’t greeted kindly - more-so ‘tolerated’. They would be given rest at the town’s common house if willing to pay and told to keep to the western roads, as the mountain-range was treacherous and the forests beyond it home to the ‘bae nerrer’, the ‘child-snatchers’ - a misguided warning over the Faan-as-syy elves, who fled the continent two hundred years prior.
‘And never,’ any sensible Elkney-man or -woman or -guard would say, “never follow the path by the creek into the woods.’
They’d neglect to explain what was buried there, deep in the thicket.
The path itself - if one could call it a path - was distinguished by a lighter shade of grass that hadn’t grown in the same direction and spaces between the trees, and after the creek forked away it was nearly impossible to follow with overgrowth. Children occasionally managed to, still, and grew up to tell their own children that it must’ve been fae-addled, the ruins they found.
Six massive stones, alternating between three- to four-times the height of a human man and each as thick as a mule’s length, were arranged around a stepped mound. The circle tapered to a seventh monstrosity with the likeness of a sharp-eared and serene-faced woman carved into its base. And sat before her, at the peak of the mound, an alabaster altar that had long-since been overgrown with foliage. While dirtied and vine-strangled, the stones showed no signs of erosion or disrepair. They could have only been built and kept by the Faan-as-syy, but the wood-elves were a lost to the centuries - and the henge might as well have been erected within the decade.
They were as beautiful as the wellspring of flora surrounding them, but none of the townsfolk visited or prayed to the patron goddess whose name they couldn’t place.
Fifty years prior, when Lord Osten’s keep was still being built and the town’s orchard a yard of saplings, the henge had been discovered and promptly forbidden, though no one made any effort to section off the site. No one talked of it, save for wiley children who wanted to see it for themselves and the parents who warned them off it. To speak about it was to invite its bad luck, or to remind those who’d seen it themselves of its unnerving height, of the sensation of being watched. No one had ever entered the circle, and no one had gone at night. Whatever was there, it be suicide, Elkney-folk thought.
Nonetheless, someone trampled over dead branches and pushed aside knee-length grass, headed straight for the clearing of the Circle. And the quarter-moon had risen hours ago. He could hear them approach.
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@Entropsy All right, awesome! Is there one you'd prefer more than the other, by any chance? (I'm terrible at decision making, haha.) But if we go with One-Fourth, I'd appreciate if you set up a thread on this site. I have a rough idea for a character but don't know enough about geography and acceptable species/races for the universe to have a fully concrete idea of who I'd want to play.
I'll go for One-Fourth, then! Like the description said, you can play anything you want, but if you want I can write out some lore and post maps in OOC that I have for the actual in-story universe. If you don't want to follow the lore of the races and stuff and write your own in, that's cool too - it's pretty flexible. I'll get on that, though. c:
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