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8 yrs ago
Current Trying to figure out how some people have the time for more than like, four roleplays, let alone thirty-two.
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8 yrs ago
What happened to all of the sour patch parents?
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8 yrs ago
Being an adult is mostly just wondering if the stuff in the dishwasher is dirty or clean while eating soup out of a sand castle bucket with a gas station spork.
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8 yrs ago
My credit score is so bad I've started receiving pre-declined credit card offers.
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8 yrs ago
Do you ever feel like you're in Season 5 of your life, and the writers are just doing outrageous stuff to keep it interesting?
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Bio

Dear Reader;

I am Esoteric, an anomally. But that is merely a label, a title I have given myself. You may refer to me as they, them, she, her, he, him, not because I embody these references of my sexual identity, but simply because I do not care and you will not offend me. If you must know then I suppose "she" would be proper here. I do consider myself non-binary, genderless, etcetera. I prefer to be called Eso, but to be honest you can call me whatever. I do have a love for adorable, cutesy nicknames.

When meeting new people I try my best to skip the formalities, and being callously hit on, and rather try to achieve something interesting about the person, traits, likes, or perhaps a story. I'm more than a pair of pretty eyes, you know? Don't let me mislead you though, I'm not like any crazy feminist or something, as I said, non-binary. Can I even identify as a woman? Oh, right, rambling ^//^. So.. interesting things. I'm a switch and coming to terms with my S-types, if you don't know what that means then I probably won't explain it to you. I often refer to my gender as a Transdimensional Butterfly, because I'm fuckin' weird. I'm adorable, cute, and I curse "like a sailor" at times. I'm an enormous pervert, and fancy sleezy dive bars with sex dungeons. If you know what Fetlife is, cool. No, I will not add you. No, you cannot see my pictures. My name is, No, my sign is, No, my number is, No. I'm here to roleplay, I have other outlets for those needs in my life, sorry. It has recently been made known to me that I may be a bit of a pyro. Moving on, shall we? ^_^

Roleplay interests, hm. I definitely enjoy most things fantasy or apocalyptic, oh and some sci fi though it has to be pretty interesting. I have a love for magic, explosions, and super powers. Zombies are the all time best monster ever created and this tiny creature will fight you over that statement, I will run up your arm and scissor kick you in the neck ^-^. Okay so I probably won't do that. I do enjoy 1x1 especially with some delicious lesbian elements *excessive eyebrow waggling*, though I am a pansexual. Probably should have put that tidbit up there but, whatever. You'll probably never interest me in anything slice of life, especially modern. In fact, it's really hard to get me on board with modern roleplays unless the world is ending, and even then there has to be something to spice it up for me. I tend to include darker themes, taboo, and such forth in my roleplays. This isn't Disney, it's akin to a real world so that means bad shit happens. If you have any "triggers" because of past trauma, let me know beforehand because there is very little I leave out. I don't get very detailed, but rather heavily imply things. I do have limits however. I also love Epic Power Scenes, why fight a dragon in the wilderness when it can WREAK HAVOC IN A CITY, TEARING THE EARTH ASUNDER AND-*coughs* I mean, Michael Bay and I would probably be pretty good friends, just sayin.

Did I mention I'm an adorable pervert? ^//^ I will describe curves, use the term breasts, and look at your characterss imaginary booty. I'm also prone to some typos as I type fast, I think fast, and I just flow. My current obsessions are playing real off the wall sharacters, Saying "WAPOW", forever coloring my posts off tones of white, and doing graphic manipulations. The latter being some pretty bad art and poetry, changing a reference image to suit my needs, and I have a graphics shop now. Oh, I always love playing characters that are exotic, like Animal Girls, Nymphs and Sprites, Demon girls with sexy tails, and so forth.

Sincerely,
Esoteric, The Coquette

P.S: Wubba Dubba Lub Lub! #FreeRick
P.S.S: I'm super hyper most of the time. I'm like, 10% Sugar, 20% Spice, 15% Caffeinated Ice, 5% Sass, 50% Flirt, and 100% extroverted introvert.

Want some fancy artsy stuff? I can't draw for shit but I can manipulate the ass off some imagery. Check out my shop or send me a PM.


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Sector Two
The Golden Plains

Sector two is a wide expanse of land with scattered forests and rolling, golden plains. Large hills rise upwards, forming peakless mountains. This area is used widely for agriculture, and scattered houses dot the plains where low-class farmers toil away. Herds of cattle, clusters of chickens, and other animals all graze here and are tended by herdsman, also typically of low-class. These people are not paid as well as those who live in Sector One, but they still live comfortable lives, if ones filled with more work than relaxation. Large manors also dot the land homing the wealthy who own large plantations or herding operations and choose not to live in wealthy estates in the city. The largest supply of edible goods and a trickle of wood and ores stem from here. Life here is not hazardous.


Sector Three
The Lava Pits

Feared by all, nobody wants to end up in The Lava Pits. Life expectancy here is short, and roughly lived. The worst society has to offer are sentenced here, and house a large population. While the guards maintain a live of mild comfort, if a bit warm, the unfortunates of this place work in the great forges and furnaces. The only comfort is a steady supply of water, as every second of every day is spent sweating away as the population toils away at hard, manual labor and exhausting levels of heat. Even then the water is stale and has a metallic taste. Here all the ores and metals come for smelting, tools are forged, and geothermic energy is produced to power Arkheus. Having criminals work key assets of life in Ark doesn't seem to worry anybody. Between the guards, the full body scanners, and all the security blanketing the facilities in The Lava Pits, nothing happens to threaten the Ark. The Lava Pits also provide a steady supply of earthly minerals, metals, gems, and crystal through the mines, the darkest, hottest recesses of The Lava Pits. The Lava Pits are extremely hazardous to live in.


Sector Four
The Frozen Expanse

Nobody really chooses to live in Sector Four. Rather, this extremely cold sector houses scientific outposts, which expand underground. The best and the brightest live out in this remote region, free of worldly troubles. Sure, somebody still has to do the laundry, but most menial chores are handled by low-class workers, who typically have no other ways out of The Core. Here leaps and bounds are made in all areas of science, and because of the large desolate area outside, there's never really a problem getting clearance for field tests. Here advanced weaponry, medications, and other items are created for manufacturing. Nothing really comes out of Sector Four other than knowledge, and to get there, one must first pass an aptitude test, eligible for taking once a year. Living here is a little hazardous, due to all the experimental activities, and a quarantine is quite ordinary, and usually cleaned up quickly.


Sector Five
The Spines

The most common opportunities for low- and middle-class workers come from The Spines. The cities of which that are only accessible through the towers, which lead deep into the earth. This heavily mountainous region is home to the largest mining and manufacturing region within Arkheus. Though hot, it's not anywhere near to the levels of The Lava Pits. Great exhaust vents manage the heat from the production foundries and smaller smelters well. Nearly everything is made here and it's home to the single largest working force in the entire Ark, excluding the Core. It also boasts the largest mining operation, and an array of underground farms for low-light flora and fauna. Life here is mildly hazardous, but often not deadly.


Sector Six
The Sands

The sands are home to the largest reservoirs of underground water, coal, and oil, and also supply an impressive amount of glass and crystal products. A multipurpose land home to all classes of the population, it ranges in everything from small mining operations to huge expanses of oil wells and drills. There are also farms of impressive size, mostly of fruit and rarer medicinal plants. The Sands also help take a load off of Sector One by distilling and pumping water from their springs and underground wells. All of the cities are built on top of the wide plateaus, and the sands constantly move and shift.


The Core
Slumland

Everybody who hasn't reached citizen class, can't afford to move to another sector, or haven't won the lottery are stuck here. most of the city is dark, damp, and confined. It's a mass of buildings of cramped roads and a warren of narrow alleyways. There seems to be a constant haze in the air and heavy overcrowding. It's dirty, smells like sadness, and maintains a standard of poor living conditions. Nobody with money chooses to stay here, where the only jobs for the unskilled are dirty, and full of menial labor. Contradictory to all of that, it does house one of the most popular districts, the Neon district. Less dirty, and less foul, but full of blindingly bright lights and neon signs. People in gaudy colors and scandalous fashions are seen here, as the area houses a wide array of entertainment from dance, to carnivals, and even brothels. The core is also home to the Hall, a huge structure housing the governmental officials, and resides up north is a slightly less crowded, middle class area. Though every inch of The Core seems to have been used up, the more well off people live up here, if there's space. There are other districts within the sector, all of which are not as bad as the Southern Slums, where most of the unemployed, homeless, and unfortuante population live.
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FACTIONS!
The Iron Clans (human)
Wrathewen Dynasty (magic?)
The Ashaphis Empire (human)
The Manu Alliance (Bestia Anamabilis = Animalkin )
The Orok'Tu (orcs)
The Sylviad Council (Sylvians = Elves)
The Legion of Night (Dark Angels, Tieflings, Dark Fae)
The Guardians of Light (Angels, Elementals, Fae, and Spirits; IE: Nymphs, Dryads, Sylphs, etc.)

SUB-FACTIONS!
The Rangers (Forest Rangers, Hunters, Trackers, Trappers, Etc.) [Freedom Fighters]
The Seers Council (Mages, Mystics, Druids, Shamans, Etc.) [Organization]
The Shadow Soul (Thieves, Pickpockets, Fences, Etc.) [Organization]
Tenebris Magone [Death Dealers] (Assassins) [Organization]
The Shieldkin (Warriors and Fighters) [Organization]
The Hand of Embrion [Human Church]
The Cycle of Leaves [Sylvian Religion]
Disciples of Sea'era [Bestia Anamabilis Religion]
SERAK'TU! SERAK'TU SERAK'TU! [Orcish Religion/Way of Life. Means something like "Death of Battles" IE; Fight until all battles have been fought.]

<note to self don't forget rebelions>
posted a new post, didn't proof read, fite me


I do the proofreading around these parts, I proof-read it guys don't worry



An assorted array of sounds filled Takakiko's cramped quarters, distorted only by the pounding of her current choice of music. To any other ear except those trained to the whirring of machinery and the buzzing of electricity. Taka leaned back in a moderately comfortable chair, letting out a reflective sigh. Her desk sat before her, cluttered with heaps of scrap and electronics. In the middle of the chaos she had a small, clear space, and the pulled apart skeleton of one of her grenades. She had no particular goal in mind when she started, but it was a way to help her think, to keep her hands moving. The earlier visit from Max had brought up an intense fluctuation of emotions, many of which were not things she wanted to remember. So, she sat there, staring at her work, and tapping her fingers on the arms of her chair as she got lost in the inner workings of her own thoughts.

It was still quite early, but she was used to the lack of sleep. Sleep usually was not a pleasant experience for her, and she almost always woke up prematurely anyways. She sighed once more, leaning back towards her improvised workbench. She snatched up a soldering pen and a pair of tweezers. For just a second her gaze paused on her goggles. The gear held no real meaning to her, but there's where her eyes landed. In the dimness she could see perfectly, yet a chill went down her spine. She whipped her head around breathlessly, to the point where her chair spun and crashed into the table. Parts went flying, causing a cacophony of metal screeches as her materials toppled over.

A breath escaped her lips, forming into a chuckle halfway through. She was greeted by nothing but the ghosts of her imagination. A frown formed on her face as she looked over the mess her antics had created. Deciding she didn't want to deal with it, she figured it was about time to do something else. She opened the small wardrobe next to her bed, browsing through an assortment of clothes that seemed like an attempt to be tuned to her personal tastes. Well, it wasn't so bad. She just about ready to head to the showers with her backpack swung loosely over one shoulder, and her gathered supplies of bathroom necessities when-

"Alert, the Gladius has arrived at its destination, the planet Glacies in the Zeta Orionis system. Please report to the bridge for debriefing."

"Alert, that was rude!" Taka replied back to the electronic voice, blowing out an angry puff of air with a pout that scattered her bangs.

She turned back around dramatically, throwing her arms open and releasing the items clutched between her arms forcefully onto her bed, "I liaus lloa a' oanno oa sha'llom," She muttered, stalking barefoot from her room towards the elevators. Callum greeted her, and the others, with a brief overview of what they were expected to do.

"Oooh, Spooky! Sounds like fun!" Taka piped up, "I just gotta go find my super suit."

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rip poo t.t
@Esoteric There's no need to rush it, plenty of time to be spent on the ship. :)


Some people may have to do some teensy edits then, to remove anything that places our scene on the timeline of events.

Example: I mentioned Taka 'swapping out of her jumpsuit earlier', so I erased that. Now Taka has no defining timeline events, and for her, the bar scene can happen at anytime, anywhere.
Don't look I'm Naked :C
@Heat What about our bar scene?
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