HokumPocus

Whatsup!

A roleplay consisting of nothing but cranky wizards who hate each other sounds amazing now that I think about it. Welcome back, lol.

Hello from this Monkey

A greasy man in a hazmat suit gently stirs a glass of mountain dew before drinking it through a complex series of stuck together silly straws. He takes a sip. He takes a longer, harder sip. After several uncomfortably quiet minutes the liquid finally reaches his mouth. He disconnects the straw system from his suit in an attempt to look elegant, but it breaks down and splatters soda all over the hardwood floors. He makes no effort to hide or notice this.

"Welcome to the guild." He says, in a muffled voice. "No one ever introduces themselves like you just did and I plan on using this format to the fullest." He quietly begins to pick up all the straws from the ground to take another sip.

Smoking a fat blunt and worldbuilding with HokumPocus

2 A.M. DAYDREAM CORPS

You lucid dream. It's a weird hobby. Most people don't know what it is, and those that do think you're either on drugs or sexually depraved. Maybe you keep it to yourself, maybe you only tell close friends, maybe you don't even care. It's a way to entertain yourself in the barren midwestern town of Crosswell, either way.

Things were as dull as always until you started noticing that something was... off. There were similarities with your dreams and events that would unfold around you. They were subtle enough to brush off at first, that is, until a faceless man in formal clothing assaulted you.

Normally it wouldn't be that strange of a situation. Characters in a lucid dream can turn on their creators under the right circumstances. There was something disturbingly different this time, however. Your instincts told you that the man was an intruder, someone who didn't come from your thoughts. To make matters worse, you woke up in the morning with a bruise where he left the killing blow.

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Welcome to Crosswell, a shell of its former self that refuses to die, no matter how many potholes or abandoned buildings get left for its residents to deal with. Near the beginning of a new school year you notice an ambiguous flier implying some sort of meeting about dreams. Your mind is full of questions, and it's not like you had anything better to do that friday.

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You lucid dream. It's a weird hobby. A lot of people don't know what it is, and those that do assume that you're either on drugs or sexually deprived. You might keep it to yourself, you might only tell close friends. Maybe you don't even care. Whatever the reason, it's something that you partake in. Over the course of a long time, you've noticed some similarities with the events of your dreams and the events of the world around you. They've never been direct enough to make you ever seriously consider it, and it's only been a passing thought that you entertain yourself with here and there. That was, until a faceless man in formal clothing assaulted you.

Normally it wouldn't be that strange of a situation. Characters in a lucid dream can turn on their creators under the right circumstances, and sleep paralysis is always a possibility. There was something disturbingly different this time, however. The way that he aggressively knocked you down and hurt you was both intensely cruel and out of your control. The following day you received an invitation for a social gathering at a public library in a sketchy part of town. It was mailed to you somehow, and reading the text next to the poorly edited drawing of a smiling book revealed that it was over dreams. Still thinking about the events that took place last night, it was clear that you needed answers.

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Near the hustle and bustle of a large city, x stands out like a sore thumb among the luxurious and extravagant lifestyles of their neighbors. It's a small and sleepy town where the soft mornings last hours more than usual and bunches of lavender grow around its neglected buildings. A group of former government workers have defected from their secret research group to protect its inhabitants from the new wave of dangerous experiments that are scheduled to take place soon. Dreamers with the power to change reality must now band together and fight for survival, all while managing their daily lives without raising suspicion.

The Five Senses - A Fantasy RP

Interested in this concept

HI~

Welcome to the guild (~_~)

Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

LEDAAL LING BAO

Bao quietly let the woman´s words stir within his head. He thought of himself as both a capable fighter and scholar, so her request enticed him immediately. Sure, exploring culture and landscapes was essential for the creation of great poetry, but so was money. Through a mixture of being sheltered, oblivious and fascinated with the natural world, Bao had no interest in money beyond having enough to live peacefully. Yet in his bag the seeds of a grand book patiently waited for his care.

The old man left the temple of fine arts willingly, and in his heart knew he could no longer depend on them for sustenance. He had done all manner of commissions and collections before, but this felt different. It was a direct and regular job. It will be new experience, he thought. His hands held each other, masked by sleeves and their simple ornamental designs, and the poet bowed. “I will accept your task with honor.”

The sight of the disheveled man accepting the sword with no hesitation didn´t bother him as much as having his wisdom shrugged off. These emotions grew within Bao and were soothed just as quickly as they had sprung, since at first glance the hasty young man appeared to be the most capable of wielding a sword. Bao´s combat staff lay on the ground beside him, reminding him what his true weapon was.

Kōkyo High

I apologize for not being clear enough. Yumemi was the star of the club but not the president. The president kicked her out after they caught on to her creepy behavior, but that's something Yumemi keeps as a secret. I cut that bit out from the final draft of her sheet and instead planned on having it revealed at some point in the story since I felt it made her yandere-ness a little too direct.

Kōkyo High

Name: Eien Yumemi

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Former life: Third year student

Clubs: Cooking club

Gear: A lavender backpack containing a few feminine writing instruments. A couple of small cookbooks. Her most treasured posession is a ceramic white cutting board with frilly engravings.

Skills:

As the former star of the cooking club, Yumemi is talented in creating delicious meals. She excels at whipping up homemade japanese classics, but can also bake western pastries with ease.

The skill and dexterity she displays while using knives in the kitchen is so great that some would call it "concerning".

Another talent, one that she tends to keep to herself, is her peculiar ability to sneak around without being noticed.

Likes

Blunt knives are dangerous when cooking, you know? You end up applying more force and before you know it, you’ve hurt yourself! That’s why it’s important to always keep your knives sharp and pretty, eheheh~

• Proper kitchen safety!
• Insects and arachnids
• Cheesy romance movies
• Chocolate
• Passionate, unstoppable love

Dislikes

• Rainy days
• The cold
• Questions concerning her family
• Hunger
• Unnecessary obstacles.
• Missing ingredients

Personality:

Resourceful, sweet and friendly is the best way to describe Yumemi. She's sugar, spice and everything nice! She's diligent, knowledgeable on the facets of day to day life and as happy go lucky as a girl can be. At times, she can be a bit of an airhead. She occasionally exhibits strange and mysterious behavior, disappearing for hours with no concrete explanation.

Biography:

Childhood for Yumemi was an unpleasant experience. Her mother ran away when she was young, leaving her alone with her unstable alcoholic of a father. She effectively raised herself, doing all of the household chores that needed to be done while juggling school and friends. It wasn't easy, but she soon learned to appreciate her life.

As she grew older she slowly developed an obsession with romance. It began as a form of escapism for her and rapidly spiraled into a problem. Whatever small pockets of free time that Yumemi had would be spent binge watching anything and everything about romance. As a high school girl she wishes to follow the footsteps of countless big screen heroines and find pure, total love. By any means necessary.

Other: Yumemi shows no remorse or sympathy towards harming zombies and inappropriately treats them like a minor annoyance. Has no qualms about getting her uniform bloody.

Kōkyo High

Eien Yumemi

Name: Eien Yumemi

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Former life: Third year student

Clubs: Cooking club

Gear: A lavender backpack containing a few feminine writing instruments. A couple of small cookbooks. Her most treasured posession is a ceramic white cutting board with frilly engravings.

Skills:

As the former star of the cooking club, Yumemi is talented in creating delicious meals. She excels at whipping up homemade japanese classics, but can also bake western pastries with ease.

The skill and dexterity she displays while using knives in the kitchen is so great that some would call it "concerning".

Another talent, one that she tends to keep to herself, is her peculiar ability to sneak around without being noticed.

Likes

Blunt knives are dangerous when cooking, you know? You end up applying more force and before you know it, you’ve hurt yourself! That’s why it’s important to always keep your knives sharp and pretty, eheheh~

• Proper kitchen safety!
• Insects and arachnids
• Cheesy romance movies
• Chocolate
• Passionate, unstoppable love

Dislikes

• Rainy days
• The cold
• Questions concerning her family
• Hunger
• Unnecessary obstacles.
• Missing ingredients

Personality:

Resourceful, sweet and friendly is the best way to describe Yumemi. She's sugar, spice and everything nice! She's diligent, knowledgeable on the facets of day to day life and as happy go lucky as a girl can be. At times, she can be a bit of an airhead. She occasionally exhibits strange and mysterious behavior, disappearing for hours with no concrete explanation.

Biography:

Childhood for Yumemi was an unpleasant experience. Her mother ran away when she was young, leaving her alone with her unstable alcoholic of a father. She effectively raised herself, doing all of the household chores that needed to be done while juggling school and friends. It wasn't easy, but she soon learned to appreciate her life.

As she grew older she slowly developed an obsession with romance. It began as a form of escapism for her and rapidly spiraled into a problem. Whatever small pockets of free time that Yumemi had would be spent binge watching anything and everything about romance. As a high school girl she wishes to follow the footsteps of countless big screen heroines and find pure, total love. By any means necessary.

Other: Yumemi shows no remorse or sympathy towards harming zombies and inappropriately treats them like a minor annoyance. Has no qualms about getting her uniform bloody.

Dr Livingstone, I presume

I've wanted to own a lapdog named spanky for awhile now, and seeing more people appreciate the fine eloquence of the word makes me tear up. W-Welcome to the guild... enjoy ur stay...