Fillet

Platinum Records - Closed

As stated in the About/Expectations section, players are free to create and shape the world as they like. It is a collaborative experience between everyone and you can write something that the GM and other players will assume to be canon. Anything out of bounds will be notified by the GM, so don't worry, you will be pulled back to safety, so to speak.

Anyone can start up a post for the current scene. Requisites must be fulfilled before we can move on to the next situation. Anyone can trigger the requisite, optional or other events within the current context. You can kick off a new arc in the current scene that we can make use of later on.

Events are likely to be updated on a weekly basis.

Updated on 4 Dec:

BACKGROUND

• The band is performing live at The Amp as the headlining act on a Thursday night, thanks to the prodigious skills of band manager Anita Jones. It is your first major gig as a team.
• The Amp is a top five platform in the city for bands to jumpstart their rockstar-dom. Plenty of famous singers and bands have come through its doors as nobodies and somebodies. Talent scouts are always on the balconies watching for the next-big-thing.
• The premier venue has a capacity of a thousand people including guests. Ticket sales has not been outstanding, it isn’t a sold-out show, but there will be enough people for you to smell the sweat and shoulder your way to the bar. Mikayla has worked her arse off to spread word of the event on the interwebz.
• The green room provides refreshment, help-yourself drinks, and privacy before and after your performance.

The Amp

REQUISITES

• Technical failure in the middle of the show. How do you handle it?
• Thankfully, Jackson Miller, boy-wonder of the roadie world, is here to save the night.

OPTIONAL

Platinum Records - Closed

Embark on a journey with an up-and-coming band! The soon-to-be outrageously successful pop/rock group has surprising, twisted tales to be told that are not to be missed! Sit down with a popcorn.gif and watch hot drama unfold! Their everyday lives are chronicled for your pleasure.

ABOUT // EXPECTATIONS

Please read

[] Standard roleplay and Guild rules apply.

[] There are few things in RP I hate more than ghosting. Commit to the game before you join. Think about your schedule. If life hits you suddenly when you’re in, then please let us know and we can try to accommodate you.

[] This is a Casual game with a moderate pace, which means about 2 posts per week, of a few mid-sized paragraphs, for the primary characters. For secondary characters, a common sense approach to posting rate and length when they jump into the fray. I’d like you to feel at ease and active when playing in this game.

[] On secondary/supporting characters: their transient nature is the advantage for time-pressed players. You may choose to hop into the story when you have something to contribute, move along development, and leave when it’s finished. You are, in effect, a plot prompter. Go ahead, mess things up for the core players or have more than one character. If you’re intending to stay on for the whole ride but as a character that’s not a band member, then have a chat with the GM and apply using the Primary Char CS.

[] 70% sandbox : 30% GM = every player must actively contribute to the plot progression, i.e you create events to happen, you craft the environments, and you follow the GM prompts. I will PM you if you’re only a passive/reactive player. “Yes, and,” is a good motto.

[] Communication is key - with your fellow players and the GM - for a woven story. OOC chats about character relationships, plot twists are strongly encouraged (read: I will side-eye Broody McLoner).

[] Therefore, please read what other players have posted IC about the surroundings, the story arc that they might have started - reading comprehension, understanding implications, and details are important. This isn’t a game where the GM will post IC and you’ll need only to follow the GM. It is a back-and-forth rally in storytelling.

[] If you have any question, concern or idea, please feel free to PM me @Fillet.

TL;DR - Be communicative and interactive. Be proactive.

[] This is set in the modern day, 2016, in Los Angeles, USA.

[] As of the first IC post, the band has been working together for several months. It is moderately famous in the ballpark range of some hundreds of thousands subscribers on Youtube, tens of thousands on Last FM, Facebook, etc and individual members are followed. Because you are incredibly talented and attractive, you.

[] Miami Over Moon is the name! Get it tattooed!

_{The band has been filled but we are}

currently seeking

[] Any relevant supporting character you may want: ranges from an immoral gossip rag editor, to a fellow celebrity, a parent who makes use of their child’s fame, a con-artist who claims to be a long-lost brother, a stylist or an ex, etc.

[] Expression of interest to be a band member.

_{The CS template}

Primary Chars

[hider=CHAR NAME]
[IMG]Real Life Pic Only Please[/IMG]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Full name:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Pretty-font it up if you wish.[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Nickname(s):[/b][/color][/i]
[indent] If any, and if so what’s the backstory and who is allowed to / calls them that. [/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Gender:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Gender[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Date of birth:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Month, Age between 19-21[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Is this public knowledge or are they closeted?[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Appearance / Notable physical features:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Height? Build? Do they have tattoos or piercings? Etc[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Personality:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Besides the standard, do they have public and private personae?[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Roommate-ness:[/b] [/color][/i]
[indent] What are they like as a roommate? Habits? Pet peeves? Routine?[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Public records / Bio:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Your character’s past that everybody can know about, e.g. googled, from interviews, friends. They may have joined the band recently and only have a professional relationship, or they might have known some bandmates personally for quite a while. Otherwise please leave stuff you want to reveal for later out of this section (see below).
To include here or below: their [b]aspirations, plans[/b] (eg make a quick buck and get out or live the life of sex drugs and rock ’n roll), [b]their personal beliefs[/b] (hidden sexist? secret pervert? blatant religious devotee?) [/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Vices:[/b] [/color][/i]
[indent] Remember this is pre-fame. However, include any inclination that can turn a bit obsessive. Drugs? Binge drinking and only on Tuesdays at 11pm exactly? Gambling? Reality TV? Candy or fast food? [/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Skills:[/b] [/color][/i]
[indent]Stuff they’re good at, include musical skills.[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Other:[/b] [/color][/i]
[indent]Random stuff[/indent]
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Please cut away and PM this section to the GM (@Fillet) [u]any information you wish to keep secret for now.[/u] So anything that your friends and the public don’t know. If there’s something only your char’s best friend or one or two others know, make a note of it here (and tell them).

This is fuel for drama i.e. secrets that could raise hell for your char if exposed. Go wild. e.g. they slept with a bandmate’s mom… and sister… not at the same time, maybe. Or they got into a huge brawl with each other and neither talks about it again, but their friendship has become strained from the elephant in the room.

It needn’t always be serious, it can be funny and trivial but there might be consequences. eg they dropped their bandmate’s dental floss into the toilet and didn’t replace it with a new box.

Please don’t make a severe abuse/trauma history. It’s too dark for this RP.
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Secondary Chars

[hider=CHAR NAME]
[IMG]Real Life Pic Only Please[/IMG]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Full name:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Name name name[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Gender:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Gender[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Date of birth:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Month, Age[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Sexuality:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Are they in or out?[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Appearance / Notable physical features:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Height? Build? Do they have tattoos or piercings? Etc[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Personality:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Personality[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Public records / Bio:[/b][/color][/i]
[indent]Your character’s past that everybody can know about, e.g. googled, from interviews, friends. Otherwise please leave stuff you want to reveal for later out of this section (see below).
To include here or below: their [b]personal plans[/b] (involving some aspects of the main cast) [b]their personal beliefs[/b] (hidden sexist? secret pervert? blatant religious devotee?) [/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Vices:[/b] [/color][/i]
[indent] Optional. Any inclination that can turn a bit obsessive. Drugs? Binge drinking and only on Tuesdays at 11pm exactly? Gambling? Reality TV? Candy or fast food? [/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Skills:[/b] [/color][/i]
[indent]Stuff they’re good at[/indent]
[i][color=#33CC99][b]Other:[/b] [/color][/i]
[indent]Random stuff[/indent]
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[center]########## PM ONLY ########## PM ONLY ######## PM ONLY ##########[/center]

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Please cut away and PM this section to the GM (@Fillet) [u]any information you wish to keep secret for now.[/u] As it is for a supporting character, this is optional; if you do, then ensure that the info can be somewhat tied in with some part of the main crew.
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Bandmates

Will post a barebones OOC thread tomorrow. :)

And yes, feel free to come up with a band name that y'all can agree on.

Island of the Corrupt. (Fillet & Aims)

Original idea:

In an industrially advanced world, there is a new kind of criminal. The kind of criminal the uses science to inject themselves with inhuman abilities, those that reflect supernatural creatures. There new criminals serve as a serious threat to mankind, and when caught, they are thrown into a special prison, as to deter everyone else from following in their footsteps. The prison is an island of exile, filled with animals and nightmares. Its a terrible place, uninhabitable by human beings, and its completely under government control. Worst of all, they drop you into this place with a blank memory, one that retains your name and all your fears, but nothing else.

We are the two most recent inmates of the island. We've been dropped on different sides of the island, with no idea about one another. In some way, we find one another, all the while fighting off the horrors of the forest. We can try to escape, whatever. The plot is ours to figure out as we go. :)

@Aims

Island of the Corrupt. (Fillet & Aims)

I stir awake, moaning groggily from the blistering pain I feel on my head, hands and feet. It’s like I’m being cooked alive. I crack open my eyes - blinding light forces me to squeeze them shut. Drawing deep breaths to stymie instinctive panic, I inhale the scent of the ocean, forest and earth, and the pervading hotness enwrapping me that is worsening my pain. I cannot remember the details of a memory, but I know without a doubt I have been put into this situation before: I become aware that the sun is killing me. There is no time to think about the whys and wherefores. It won’t be long before I pass out.

I scramble onto fours and crawl towards a significant drop in temperature I can sense. There is a long stretch of shade ahead of me; the forest is ahead. With every movement my body agonises. I must be bleeding: viscous liquid rolls down my face and sand is plastered to my palms and feet, scraping and digging deeper into my raw skin. The uncomfortable clothing I am wearing traps the heat in like an oven, but it is protecting my torso and limbs from the worst of the sunlight.

It is too slow going. I venture to stand up - a wave of nausea strikes me and I almost topple over. With my hands spread out in front of me, blindly, I shuffle as quickly as I can into forest cover.

The pain is unrelenting; my whole body feels like it’s on fire, starting with my head, and fear redoubles in me. I insist on a steady pace. To fall and to reorient myself will waste valuable time.

At last, the smell of fresh dew greets me as the landscape changes. Shadows solace me. The wet grass and firm earth feel good; and instantly, with direct sunlight out of the way, my skin cools and I feel relief. It isn’t much but it buys me time to search out a cave or a fallen log hideout wherein I can rest and heal until nightfall.

All around me I can hear birds and insects chirp, leaves rustling in the breeze, the waves roil on the shoreline in the distance. My breathing is laboured. A few large mammals bolt off away from me when I step closer in their direction. I guess they are wild boars from their thermal shapes and whines and grunts. My hunger pangs but I am too weak to hunt. There is a strange sound that pricks me into alert. It is faint but distinct. I can hear humans whispering. They are far enough that I can’t sense anything else about them, but I will have ample warning should they come towards me.

I do not yell out for help although the yearning to feed is almost overpowering. There is no previous experience from which to draw reasons, but instinct warns me to stay quiet and I comply. There is no telling what sort of danger they pose. Still, the noise I make is loud to my ears. Veering away from them I hurry, stumbling over tree roots and feeling my way from trunk to trunk, going into thicker canopy.

[closed]

The marshmallow cracks me up.

1970: The Importance of Quidditch (DeltaChrome & Fillet)

October, 1970

Autumn rain filled a bleak evening in Diagon Alley. The narrow winding streets were quiet, sparse of people. The shops had closed by this hour. Her booted footsteps hurried on cobblestones towards the Leaky Cauldron, splashing puddles onto the hem of her waterproof robes. Hunched under the black hood, warm and dry, Clare passed by Quality Quidditch Supplies with a glimpse at the display window. Black and white memorabilia overspread the shopfront: Montrose Magpies’ players zoomed through sequential posters, smiled on teapots, and had their names painted on toy broomsticks. There were hats with beaks that would open and emit loud squawks, which were floating atop scarfs coiled around sweaters. Plastered on the window, by the locked entrance, was a Daily Prophet front-page that caught her eye.

MAGPIES SEEKER RESIGNED

Duncan Boyd quit after Muggle family murder

It was dated today with a centrepiece photograph of a slight young man kneeling in front of a terrace house and bawling into his hands. Sobs wrecked his frame. Several Ministry officials stood awkwardly in the background in the midst of Muggle residences. Clare thought the scene looked familiar and was a strange visual to use for a resignation. She remembered it had been captured on the night of the murder and printed the day after on the newspaper a few months ago, albeit the two photographs had been from different angles. It wasn’t the first time the rapacious editorial had chosen to exploit a man’s devastation for gain when there would be less provocative images suitable for use.

The street light behind her barely illuminated the words as she read:

Following the recent tragedy of his family, Muggle-born Duncan Boyd has decided to leave the Montrose Magpies. The star Seeker and the only survivor of his family has been under the protection of the Ministry since he was granted compassionate leave in August. He has been unavailable for comment. However, Jason Turdill, Boyd’s flatmate, reveals that the brutal deaths of his parents and younger brother have reduced Boyd to a wraith. “He wouldn’t eat or drink. He’s as thin as a broomstick,” Turdill said. “I watch my best friend sink into a hole as deep as this and there’s nothing anybody can do to help.”

A string of Muggle murders ties Britain up in fear. We can exclusively report that the Muggle Commissioner of Police has been working with the Muggle Liaison Office. The Ministry states that the series of murders are unlikely to be related to the wizarding world but remains a possibility they are investigating in light of Boyd’s situation.

“There is nothing to worry about,” reassured the Minister for Magic, Eugenia Jenkins, who had swiftly squashed riots in the Squib Rights marches last year. “Muggle-born wizards and witches are more than capable of defending themselves and their loved ones. A protective charm around the house should deter any Muggle from entering.” She added, “It breaks my heart to see what has happened to one of the most promising Quidditch players in our time. His loss is felt by all of us.”

Boyd’s departure from the Montrose Magpies has definitely shifted the landscape of the British and Irish Quidditch League. The Wyvern, a nickname derived from his formidable speed and cunning feints, secured his team a total of 76 match wins in his career. Now the defending champion for two years running faces uncertain odds. Captain and Chaser Fabius Watkins knows too well the obstacles the team needs to overcome.

“Duncan’s the best Seeker. He can’t be replaced,” Watkins said after a disappointing try-out yesterday. “He’s in a bad shape and we support his recovery wholeheartedly. He’ll come back to us. In the meantime, we’ll play our best to win the Cup.”

The Montrose Magpies will play against the second ranked Pride of Portree in an upcoming match on

Continued on page 4

The page pinned beside further analysed the Quidditch League.

Clare walked away, indignation roused however much it was no surprise to her that Muggle troubles were dismissed even when they hit close to home. The paper’s sentiments reflected those of the wizarding population at large, including the Minister. Lip service had been paid to the Commissioner to settle the issue; in truth, which was no secret, he and related witnesses had been duly handled by the Muggle Liaison Office. It had been business as usual to uphold the International Statute of Secrecy. They had been charmed to forget the central detail of the Boyd case that differed from the other six bloody killings: the unknown, perplexing cause of death - without a trace of poison or injury.

Few Aurors in the Office suspected the Killing Curse, herself and Leopold Remmart counted among them. Most were either too busy to investigate or believed the official stance from higher-ups for convenience. The interdepartmental memo flown in had implied accidental casualties: perhaps, as history had shown, the deaths had been an unfortunate result of burglary. Boyd’s family had been relegated a priority below catching the Dark wizard who sold Blistermouth potion. The injustice of it all spurred Clare on. Her mentor Leopold might have procured useful information for their meeting at the Leaky Cauldron.

A short distance ahead, Clare noticed the distinguishable silhouette of Allan Ploward, who always wore a bulky cross-body satchel, filled with rare and exotic herbs for trade, and slung over his shoulder a long hessian bag for pelts. He rounded into a side alley. Seconds later, a slender cloaked figure ducked in, too, and disappeared from view. Clare knew Mr Ploward to be a kindly man and concerned for his safety, followed them.

1970: The Importance of Quidditch (DeltaChrome & Fillet)

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1970: The Importance of Quidditch (DeltaChrome & Fillet)

WIP: Secondary chars I've mentioned.

1970: The Importance of Quidditch (DeltaChrome & Fillet)

Name:

Clare Meredith Lakeshore

Age:

28

Gender:

Female

Blood Status:

Pure blood

Occupation:

Auror

Wand:

11 3/4 inches, Willow, Unicorn hair core

Patronus:

Wolf

Boggart:

Her loved ones dead.

Notable physical appearance:

She stands at 5’9” (1.75m) with a fit build. Her wavy strawberry blonde hair reaches over her clavicles and frames grey eyes; light freckles spatter across her face.

She wears a silver necklace with a teardrop crystal, underneath black robes purfled in matching silver. Both are gifts from her older brother Michael.

There is a round scar on the right side of her abdomen with raised, ugly, radial tendrils, faded white, about two inches in diameter.

History:

The acorn-looking house sits on a modest acreage and forms part of a small close-knit community named Dolly Basin, co. Cambridgeshire. It isn’t unusual to see various neighbours, mostly wizards, drop in for an unannounced visit on the owners, Wilbert and Jean Lakeshore, who can always be counted upon for a cup of sugar, a quick heal, or the summer barbecue gathering.

Back in the day, the Lakeshores’ adoption of a Muggle-born little boy from the orphanage in a nearby town stirred quite a bit of gossip; but quiet, sturdy Michael grew to be an upright citizen and the son they had dreamed of having. To their great delight, when Jean was unexpectedly pregnant, Michael immediately took to his baby sister and became a strong protector for Clare. The Hufflepuff family was completed twelve years later with the final addition of Nathaniel.

Born into a loving and fair family, Clare was nurtured to be diligent and independent. She was inseparable from her older brother; so, with their six years age gap, it was bittersweet when she attended Hogwarts and when he left home after school to pursue an apprenticeship in blacksmithing.

Clare was an excellent student who relied on effort for grades, with a talent for Quidditch. Despite her unsuccessful attempt to become a Seeker for the Hufflepuff team during her second year, Clare was chosen by then-Captain Ruby Midgeon as a Chaser. Her specialty were dodges and passes and setting up shots. The Tutshill Tornados selected her in a try out for their team but she passed on the golden opportunity, along with an acceptance into St Mungo’s to be a Healer like her father, in favour of the Auror program. After the gruelling three years training, Clare, Matthias Pegsworth (Ravenclaw) and Tiffany Redwood (Slytherin) were apprentices to the brash and formidable Leopold Remmart for a further two.

Life as a junior Auror was mundane. The most memorable experience was the case of the Peruvian Vipertooth in 1967 when Clare was twenty-five years old. Several villagers of the rural towns in Rossendale had mysteriously disappeared. Coincidentally, the Office received an anonymous tip-off that a dragon resided in the surrounding Bone Forest, a notorious hide-out for a brutal gang of thieves. Clare, Tiffany and two dragonologists were sent to contain the Vipertooth. They were met with a dark wizard who had been harbouring the beast. In the duel that ensued, while Clare lay at the mercy of the attacking wizard, Tiffany blasted him with Stupefy, instead of shielding her partner, under the ambition of a live capture. The curse shot off at an angle as he fell and ruptured through the right side of her abdomen. It was only due to the dragonologists’ first aid that Clare managed to reach the safety of St Mungo’s in time.

Clare was put on light duties for a year after recovery. (Tiffany received the praise and promotion she wanted.)

In recent times, she has been investigating the rising group known as Death Eaters on the side, based on a suspicion by Leopold. The Ministry had dismissed his concerns.