Fathomless

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Mikio

Tea Lounge

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Donning a short-sleeved, white dress shirt and black pants with matching tennis shoes, and the contrasting apple-green apron emblematic of Tea Lounge, Mikio prepared to open the teahouse.

It was a matter of getting the kettles up and ready, scrubbing the milky quartz countertops of the tables and island table, and parting the curtains. As the drapes separated, morning light spilled over Mikio, painting the honeyed bamboo flooring a brilliant yellow hue. He paused, watching businessmen and women, senile sightseers and children running down the sidewalks, and a tired smile grew. Propping open the door with a weird bauble Shika bought in Europe, Mikio stepped outside. With a wet cloth in-hand, and a pastel blue piece of chalk in the other, Mikio set up the chalkboard stand and wiped off yesterday's cheery display.

Kneeling down, Mikio wrote:

Beautiful mornings are best paired with:
Fresh Coffee - 115 Yen (All Sizes!)
Teas (Chai, Dandelion Root, Matcha) - 250 Yen
Steamed Rice with Whole-grain Bun - 600 Yen
Miso Soup - 500 Yen

He finished the brief menu with a yellow sun at the bottom and stood, admiring the dainty curlicues of his writing-all gleaned from Shika. Mikio stepped back inside, setting aside the chalk and cloth. He tied his hair up into a short ponytail, stray locks of brown hair settling at his temples. He sat down at one of the tables by the door and waited.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Fathomless
I do not, actually. I'm not sure I could find one, and even if I did all of us will be creating the Ward ourselves to an extent anyways.

@Old Amsterdam

I used an actual map of Tokyo's Ward 8 if that's okay haha.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Ishida Mikio

Mikio

Name: Ishida Mikio
Alias: N/A
Faction: Human
Age: 23

Personality: Mikio is a young man driven by passion; from his minimalist style to his career, he rarely acts beyond the rush of emotion. This drive, however, bewrays Mikio's sensitive and temperamental nature; when he is put in a position he can't connect to emotionally, Mikio's purpose is dealt crippling blows. While his emotive personality might push him into a talkative mood, Mikio is a private person, only divulging his outward interests such as teamaking, crossword puzzles, and whittling.

Appearance: A simple person physically, Mikio's willowy build and average stature complements his soft, round face, beset by chestnut eyes. His hair is a slightly shaggy earth brown, framing his face awkwardly.

History: Born in the 12th ward, the Setagaya ward, of Tokyo, Mikio lived a modest life as the son of a civil servant and a barkeeper. During his youth, Mikio suffered from debilitating migraines that would occasionally leave him bedridden. This condition impacted his performance in school to such an extent that he eventually dropped out. Though feeling the shame shared by his parents for leaving school, Mikio's headaches slowly ebbed, finally giving the then-eighteen-year-old a chance to grow and experience. Leaving his parents' home at nineteen, Mikio began working as an employee at a burgeoning gift store. There, he met and befriended Kou, another young adult who had left school to pursue his own dreams. Together they dreamt of leaving Setagaya and setting up a teashop. They lived together peacefully for two years before Kou went missing. Mikio sought the help of the CCG, who provided little help. Desperate, Mikio searched the entirety of Ward 12, but for little gain aside from hopelessness.
Deciding to cut ties with the ward permanently, Mikio moved to the confines of Ward 8. There he became acquainted with the owner of a teashop, an elderly woman named Shika. Becoming apprenticed to the seasoned teamaker, Mikio diverted his wasted energy and pain from Kou's disappearance into helping her run the shop, located near the western outskirts of the ward. Two years following Mikio's new life in the ward, Shika fell ill. Declaring Mikio as manager of the teashop, referred to simply as the Tea Lounge, the young man finds himself in a balancing act as he cares for the sickly Shika and management of the teahouse.

Skills:

• Tea Preparation - Having learned from Kou and Shika, Mikio is knowledgeable on teas and how to prepare them.
• Bedside Manners - With Shika approaching terminal illness, Mikio has learned quickly proper care for her and understand such body language.
• Basic Herbalism - Though no expert, Mikio has garnered enough understanding of herbalism via teas and similar herbal infusions and their usefulness.

Equipment: Outside of work, Mikio prefers outer coats, sweaters, and jeans.

Tea Lounge

Tea Lounge

Situated in the southwestern waterfront of the Kōtō district, the respectable teahouse boasts more than fragrant teas: freshly ground coffee, sweets including mochi and coffee jelly, and small appetizers such as salads and rices.
Vetted and cleaned daily by Mikio, the comfortably-small Tea Lounge offers a sunlit view of the water with ample shade for those who prefer it.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@Old Amsterdam Thanks! Do you have a map of Ward 8 at all?

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Ishida Mikio

Mikio

Name: Ishida Mikio
Alias: N/A
Faction: Human
Age: 23

Personality: Mikio is a young man driven by passion; from his minimalist style to his career, he rarely acts beyond the rush of emotion. This drive, however, bewrays Mikio's sensitive and temperamental nature; when he is put in a position he can't connect to emotionally, Mikio's purpose is dealt crippling blows. While his emotive personality might push him into a talkative mood, Mikio is a private person, only divulging his outward interests such as teamaking, crossword puzzles, and whittling.

Appearance: A simple person physically, Mikio's willowy build and average stature complements his soft, round face, beset by chestnut eyes. His hair is a slightly shaggy earth brown, framing his face awkwardly.

History: Born in the 12th ward, the Setagaya ward, of Tokyo, Mikio lived a modest life as the son of a civil servant and a barkeeper. During his youth, Mikio suffered from debilitating migraines that would occasionally leave him bedridden. This condition impacted his performance in school to such an extent that he eventually dropped out. Though feeling the shame shared by his parents for leaving school, Mikio's headaches slowly ebbed, finally giving the then-eighteen-year-old a chance to grow and experience. Leaving his parents' home at nineteen, Mikio began working as an employee at a burgeoning gift store. There, he met and befriended Kou, another young adult who had left school to pursue his own dreams. Together they dreamt of leaving Setagaya and setting up a teashop. They lived together peacefully for two years before Kou went missing. Mikio sought the help of the CCG, who provided little help. Desperate, Mikio searched the entirety of Ward 12, but for little gain aside from hopelessness.
Deciding to cut ties with the ward permanently, Mikio moved to the confines of Ward 8. There he became acquainted with the owner of a teashop, an elderly woman named Shika. Becoming apprenticed to the seasoned teamaker, Mikio diverted his wasted energy and pain from Kou's disappearance into helping her run the shop, located near the western outskirts of the ward. Two years following Mikio's new life in the ward, Shika fell ill. Declaring Mikio as manager of the teashop, referred to simply as the Tea Lounge, the young man finds himself in a balancing act as he cares for the sickly Shika and management of the teahouse.

Skills:

• Tea Preparation - Having learned from Kou and Shika, Mikio is knowledgeable on teas and how to prepare them.
• Bedside Manners - With Shika approaching terminal illness, Mikio has learned quickly proper care for her and understand such body language.
• Basic Herbalism - Though no expert, Mikio has garnered enough understanding of herbalism via teas and similar herbal infusions and their usefulness.

Equipment: Outside of work, Mikio prefers outer coats, sweaters, and jeans.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Estelle Bennett

• Location - Salem (Ace's Diner)

Thud. Thud-thud.

Estelle promptly dropped her luggage, its weight straining the old woman’s frail arms and cramping her gnarled fingers. A sigh slipped from between her ruddy lips. Beginning to feel the waxing sun’s heat build on her head and the nape of her neck, Estelle shrugged off her shawl and wrapped the bricolage of sewn patterns and colors around her head and neck, into a rather comfortable headscarf.

Brushing aside stray tresses of wispy hair, Estelle’s eyes wandered to a towering church several feet from her. Despite its peeling, dilapidated exterior, the place of worship donned a rustic appearance which she could not help but admire. It was a welcomed contrast to the unappealing buildings of Diamond City, which were either an assemblage of scrap metal or a dismal skeleton of one—picked dry by the many scavengers in the area. As Estelle’s gaze drifting upwards, towards the steeple of the church, a vibrant red sign caught her attention.

Set ablaze against the sun, the sign drew her towards Salem’s diner, suitcases and purse again in her hands. As she approached, Estelle noticed a woman leaving the diner, the sounds of chatter following her out.

As she approached the eating house, Estelle felt nervousness snake through her. She paused at the door, lips pursed. She quietly wished she had brought Lady Luck with her. The grizzled mutt had been Estelle’s companion for years, and she had left Lady back in Diamond City with her friend Constance. Though it scared her to admit it—to even think about it—Estelle planned to eventually die here, and did not want to damn Lady out here to suffer the same fate. She knew the dangers in rural Commonwealth were very real, and the safety of the city would guarantee Lady a pampered life. That was what Estelle wanted for her dog.

Bags in hand and headscarf framing her wizened countenance, Estelle stepped into the diner.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Estelle Bennett

• Location - Commonwealth Road

Though the war-marred lands of former Massachussetts never fostered much of an idyll scene, Estelle could not help but feel disappointed by the lack of beauty. In the wake of cataclysmic war—the vestiges of which being gelded, charred trees, ugly shrubbery and barren soil—what was now called the Commonwealth had progressed very little in terms of flora and fauna reappearing. All that caught the senile woman’s bespectacled eyes while she sat in a brahmin-pulled cart were the occasional scuttering of animals and the sick, tallowy sky above her.

The recoiling bumps of the cart had kept Estelle awake for most of the journey from Diamond City to Salem, six hours yonder. The man who owned the cart and cattle, a hulking mass of muscle with leonine hair named Russ, offered enough company to keep her spirits up, making small talk with Estelle as she sat bundled up in a thin blanket and wedged between what little belongings she brought. Admittedly, Estelle was apprehensive of the muscular cart-driver initially, for she had only met him today. As they ventured further away from her home of old, however, Estelle felt only relief for having a capable man guiding her. The skulls and remains of less lucky travelers they passed quickly dispelled any distrust.

“We’re here, Ms. Bennett,” came the virile voice of Russ. Estelle’s body jolted upwards and she craned her blanket-cocooned body around to see.

“Well, certainly what I was expecting,” Estelle quipped. From her view, the small town did not seem to boast very much.

Perhaps it is better that it doesn’t.

The cart halted southeast of the settlement. Unwrapping the blanket from around her, Estelle's feet touched the dusty ground for the first time since leaving the city.

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• Location - Salem

After paying Russ and bidding him a safe travel back, Estelle hobbled into Salem, her shawl draping her shoulders and suitcases occupying both hands and the crook of her left armpit. She had sent a courier down to Salem two weeks ago, and after an additional fortnight of waiting for a reply she assumed her messenger dead and decided, to her distaste, to simply come unannounced to the town.

Peering about the area, Estelle cursed herself for having the impatience of her father.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Estelle Bennett

Estelle Bennett

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Human — Caucasian

Female

Factionless

Retired Tradeswoman

⋄ Skills ⋄

Gardening
A difficult hobby to pick up and harder to continue. The soil of the Commonwealth has seen vegetation bloom during Estelle’s life, however, and she is determined to continue it.

Herbalism
Perhaps inefficient given the advances of medicine, even in post-apocalyptic times, though Estelle is fairly well-versed in using flora for poultices, tinctures, and other primal concoctions.

Cooking
She is no chef, but years of living alone and amongst others have granted Estelle adequate cooking skills.

⋄ Weapons ⋄

A 5-inch knife with a wooden handle

⋄ Attire ⋄

Estelle fancies simple blue or floral-patterned blouses with jeans, and usually dons a shawl of patchwork hues and patterns she personally made.

⋄ Personality ⋄

Estelle holds a temperament befitting of a grandmother—affectionate, watchful, and serene in manner. She has learned that the wastes of America suffer most from apathy, and thus subscribes to hospitality and kindness. Though sensitive to the plight of others, Estelle recognizes the cruel reality begotten in the fallout of the world, and how easily it can betray those with rose-tinted glasses.

⋄ History ⋄

Estelle’s life began in the higher strata of Diamond City, born to merchants made respectably wealthy by the lucrative trade of goods in the city. From a young age she was taught to be confrontational and to “lead with reins”, for the world had moved on from gentler ways to behave. The Broken Mask Incident instilled fear into the then-six-year-old’s, and Estelle wondered if her family was right about gentleness being obsolete.

Though Estelle’s family was drawn towards what could be considered lavish in post-war times, the young girl felt at ease with a more mundane lifestyle, gaining a knack for sewing and knitting, which she would give to the impoverished and the transients of the city. Although money was not her desire, she kept her family business of trade and vendoring alive, funneling a small portion of the caps to help keep the city’s greenhouse functional, where she would often tend to the crops, and to the schoolhouse for supplies.

Remaining an active merchant in the city for years, with occasional trips outside of the area for business, Estelle retired at 56 (2279), selling her business and assuming a full-time position of caretaker for Diamond City’s greenhouse. During the controversy surrounding McDonough, Estelle adopted a year-old mutt and named her Lady Luck. Eventually, several years later, the former tradeswoman felt the clamor of the city and its suffocating density were too crippling. Hearing of a small settlement 6 hours away from the Commonwealth mecca, Estelle arranged for a young man with a brahmin cart to escort her to the town known as Salem.

Let me know if there are any lore errors. Not too content with how she heard of the town/getting there/etc. so I might change that.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Hey :) do you think there would be much room for development for an elderly character? I'm thinking a woman nearing her late 60's. How could/would she fit into this storyline? I've played Fallout 3 and Fallout Shelter but I'm not too versed with the lore, so any suggestions would be awesome.

Marvel 2099 (Cyberpunk & Superhumans)

@Member 00492 sounds like a plan, sorry for not submitting an application yet, I'm very new to Marvel and I'm struggling with making a villain whose evil is at least explainable and not so trite.