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My Hider

• Male

• 19

• #9546A1 = "Does everyone really not know how to pronounce it?"

• Construction overseer.

• An introverted genius who came from a wealthy household. His perfectionist tendencies result in him exaggeratedly micromanaging things and missing the big picture in favor of focusing on the small details. His sheltered European background has led to some misunderstandings with shipmates. He is polite towards others, yet harsh on himself, and will refuse to seek help in order to avoid appearing incompetent or bothersome. He doesn’t believe that he’s multifaceted enough to qualify being aboard the Aurora, but he keeps it to himself.

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No. 13

"Nikolai Grzegorzewski"

Title of Roleplay: Into the Dark Blue Under

Exhibition date: April 15 2018

Closing thoughts: The better-written one of the two

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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.

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No. 12

"Yumemi Eien"

Exhibition date: March 29, 2018

Closing thoughts: Emma Verde pfp, used before her group was fleshed out. Would like to try playing a yandere again.

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Ledaal

"Man who drop hourglass in toilet, have shitty time."

House name: Ledaal

Family name: Ling

Personal name: Bao

Caste/Aspect & Exalt: Air aspect terrestrial exalted.

Limit break: Pacifism complication. Bao’s peaceful and philosophical nature is flipped and is replaced with a nihilistic and homicidal personality. While the bulk of his anger is directed at the entire world he has a preference for attacking anyone he deems disrespectful, especially young people.

Gender: Male

Age: 54

Birthplace: Solovan, The North

Appearance Description: An old and fragile man who walks around in exclusively traditional clothing. The old man interprets his age as an indicator for wisdom and vitality and is satisfied with his mature appearance. His facial hair is straight from being stroked during constant brainstorming sessions to the point where nothing can change its shape. He is shorter than the average Ledaal and weighs surprisingly little for someone with such a plump body.

Gear: An old and beautiful staff, sketchbooks and writing materials, pouches with tea, a small leather bag.

Skills and combat abilities:

"Fluent" in multiple languages, talented in calligraphy and meditation.

Bao uses air dragon style martial arts, which emphazise flexibility, agility and awareness of one's surroundings. The air dragon style focuses heavily on acrobatics and fast attacks as well as balance and composure during combat. While typical users of this style fight using chakram, Bao prefers the fast and unbalancing attacks that his staff is capable of dishing out. Bao has low physical strength, with his attacks being more suited to stunning and knocking down opponents rather than outright wounding or killing them.

His talent in meditating and practicing the air dragon style make him incredibly good at anticipating where enemy strikes will land, although he is an overly dramatic person with a tendency to strike poses and converse in the middle of combat.

Anima: At first glance, Bao's anima is underwhelming yet typical for an air aspect terrestrial exalted. A strong gust of wind blasts around him hard enough to visibly affect and lift up his robes. The unconventional part of his anima manifests in the form of strange noises that are heard after he spouts a quote. No one is sure of their source.

A little something like this

Likes: Meditating, nature, humility and pacifism. Bao frequently discusses his unique flavor of philosophy to anybody who will listen. Courtesy and manners are a vital part of all social interactions. Often passes the time by writing poetry.

Dislikes: The arrogance found in younger generations, sternly scolding any would be offenders. He dislikes modern trends and music. Having his deep snippets of wisdom ignored will irritate him.

Personality: He is incredibly wise and patient, sharing poetic sayings for any occasion. Bao is an extreme pacifist and a philosopher by heart, questioning the role of people in the universe and often stopping to enjoy the moment in questionable situations.

He is incredibly stubborn and will go to ridiculous lengths to prove himself right. For someone who invests so much effort into etiquette, Bao has a surprisingly rock bottom amount of self-awareness over the things he says and how inappropriate they can be sometimes.

He interprets his exaltation as proof of being a wise and grand man despite it happening so late into his life.

Biography: Ledaal Ling Bao is a member of the Ledaal dynasty who partook in the fine arts of his country. Although one with dragon's blood is expected to gain the powers of an exalted through genetics, it seemed that Bao had missed his chance after his youth faded. The young terrestrial was angry at the world, and demanded answers through philosophy. It was then that he learned to let go of his worries, and so began a total spiritual transformation. No longer harboring any ill will towards his surroundings, he became a well known poet and artist in Ledaal.

In his mid fifties the old man was content with his current life and embraced his uniqueness as a sign that he was meant to be one of his dynasty's great thinkers. However, the universe had other plans for Bao, as he became an exalted against all odds. The temple of fine arts that was once his home was now reluctant to accept his works out of suspicion and accusing him of hiding his exalted status to flee from combat. To make matters worse he now had a second personality that had to be controlled in order to avoid it taking over his body and spewing hatred.

Bao was talented at dissecting the beautiful characteristics of the world and was a master of meditation, two skills that were indispensable in his closed off world of art. However, things changed and he now had the challenge of fighting against an inner voice that resented everything around him and had to be suppressed. He decided that he'd have to find a way to reach an even higher stage of inner peace and is now dead set on the idea of setting out into the world and learning to appreciate it as much as possible.

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No. 11

"Ledaal Ling Bao"

Exhibition date: February 25, 2018

Closing thoughts: A personally enjoyable joke character

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OHOHOHOHOHO!!!! OHOHOHO!!!! SCREEEEE

CROW BEASTFOLK

PROFILE

Lady Uervia is an avian beastfolk with jet black feathers and eyes that give her a slightly intimidating and elegant appearance. She is around six feet in height, taller than most human men. Her body is adorned with intricate robes that lay somewhere between kitsch and extravagant. She has two sets of high maintenance talons and speaks with a very formal, arrogant and royal tone.

When in the wild she instead wears simple dresses that convey the idea of regal femininity without restricting arm movement or using delicate fabrics.

BIOGRAPHY

Lady Uervia is a haughty and extroverted woman who sees herself as a lady of high social status. She enjoys playing games of chance and telling riddles. She is fascinated by shiny objects, particularly precious stones and jewelry that most find gaudy and repulsive. As a twenty-two year old crow beastfolk, Uervia is considered a middle aged woman, the avian equivalent to a human in their forties.

She enjoys listening to music and will coo along to the melody. Uervia tends to wave her talons around in an exaggerated fashion to emphasize her words in a manner that she considers elegant. Her laugh is especially exaggerated, sounding like a mix between a cawing bird and a sadistic queen's guffaw.

She hates boredom more than anything else in the world and constantly seeks entertainment. Her hatred of boredom is so strong that she has hoarder tendencies and a strong dislike for one-hundred percent certainty. Uervia will go as far as tipping the scales against her if it means having more fun, even in combat.

Uervia is a scholar who has had extensive archery training, albeit with no true combat experience against anything other than targets or animals. Her bow, named Quill, is a compound bow that has been slightly modified to suit a wielder with talons. It is incredibly heavy and firing arrows from it is a slow and tough process, although her avian eyes guarantee extreme precision.

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Uervia was born to a wealthy pair of merchants in one of Terra's more civilized areas. Avian beastfolk have a tendency to raise their children in a way that most other races consider heartless, taking no time in shoving them out into the world and leaving them behind. She was no exception, and her parents sent her off to fend for herself as soon as she was capable of speaking. Uervia's life was more pampered than most however, having been sent off to a special school for beastfolk rather than being dumped in the wilderness or what have you.

The school she attended focused on etiquette and combat with a very pro-beastfolk viewpoint. Any and all questions relating to the history of the world were shrugged off with simple one sentence explanations, usually boiling down to beastfolk appearing before any other race and being special, unique, etcetera.

Predictably, Uervia grew unsatisfied in being a caged bird and sought to explore the world in order to both find out the truth on its origins and hone her archery skills, as she was tired of firing wooden targets and longed for the real deal. Many years have passed since her graduation. She has since used her talents in etiquette and combat to work as a fur trader, hunting game or occasionally buying low and selling high from others like herself. As time goes by she has grown more restless for adventure.

RELATIONSHIPS

Rival: Wileod, a human mercenary who almost killed Uervia. She challenged him to a bet, tricked him and won, although he ran away before she could claim his life.

Family: Her parents, Krolas and Miraglen Tiniebla. Many avian beastfolk don't pass on their last names to their children until they have proven themselves. Uervia is no longer a young adult, hasn't seen them since infancy and wishes to receive their approval.

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No. 10

"Uervia"

Exhibition date: February 16, 2018

Closing thoughts: Interesting character, bad formatting

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Darkest Day (pkmn rp)

"Triple battle huh..."

He took a fat gulp from an energy drink with one hand and continued to text with the other. "Shutter's not really a crowd pleaser, she's more of a technical- what do you call them? Status inflicters? Anyways, she's not the type to get in your face. I use her whenever I'm in a pinch and have to fight without being picturesque about it."

His thumb traced circles along the surface of her old pokeball. "A triple battle would be a good way to put her to use, with some teammates to let her set things up a bit."

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Anyone who looked at Lark for more than five seconds could tell he was definitely used to surfing from pokemon center to pokemon center. Everything from the way his splayed out body took more seats than necessary to the various devices he unfurled all around the table in front of them. It was as if he was concentrating all the energy in his body inside his fingers, typing up paragraph after paragraph for both his followers and business pals.

"Ghost type gym for me, definitely," he said, not looking up from a particularly tense text conversation, "Those aren't common around the world, so it's sure to get some buzz on the net if I manage to beat the leader there."

Ancient Futures [anime apocalypse with dinosaurs]

rawr xD... thats "im interested" in dinosaur XD!!

A Worldbuilding Exercise [Private]

Turn 2

Cold Winds Rising

Separate from the heat of this earth is a cold that pierces the core, and separate from the rays of the sun is a light from elsewhere that shines with an eerie glimmer.

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1 point from previous round + 1 point from cumulative bonus + 7 points that were rolled =
9 points

Shape climate (2 points per use)
da same climate from before

U19
V19
U20

3 points remaining

A Worldbuilding Exercise [Private]

Turn 1

An Ancient Energy Stirs…

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In a world without children, a being rests above, watching. It is Lustra, more phenomenon than creature, enveloping the stars with a soft light that twinkles across the inky sky like diamonds.

On this night with no name and no history Lustra is alone.

Action - Shape Climate (2 points per use)

On the following squares:

V19
W19
V20
W20
W21

1 out of 11 points remaining

The land grows cold, surrounded by crisp air that wails throughout an empty world. The atmosphere is pristine, and at night, the stars are visible by the hundreds.

Darkest Day (pkmn rp)

Though tempted to use Flash as a photogenic transportation method through the more open areas of their travels, Lark learned quite quickly that a temperamental stallion of a pokemon and Tweener did not make for an ideal combination. Besides, he was traveling with other people now, so he wasn't too peeved about it.

"Two gyms?" he asked, staring directly into Shutter's glassy eyes. Her lifeless gaze put him at ease around the livelier personalities. "Sounds dumb," he sighed, "can't get everything on camera if they're pulling a gimmick like that..."

"Unless..."

He listened to their plan, droopy eyes matching his pokemon. "Whoever fights the leader I don't snaps a couple of quick pics for me."

The Five Senses

Lynx

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It took only a moment's hesitation, a brief shudder of human consciousness, to create hesitation within Lynx. He watched helplessly as the Sightless' magic enveloped his body and crippled him entirely. He realized the irony in having left himself open to attack, thinking to his previous encounters where Octavio and him relied on their opponents to behave that way.

For the familiar, who could not truly feel pain, the sensation that plagued him was something entirely different yet agonizing all the same. Just as an acrobat who takes to the stage engulfed in thoughts of failure comes crashing down, Lynx had effectively created his own torture. Every minor headache and moment of frustration he had managed to will into existence through mimicry of the humans around him had been recollected and amplified all across his body, as if his mind and it became one through being crushed together. The indescribable feeling surged and waned in synchronization with what he was able to see was being done to him, and in moments the sensation began dulling all together.

I am an idiot.

What he considered to be his mind swayed and stirred, as if it was gradually becoming aware of it being a projection made of light, stretching and wavering with the tendrils that dominated him. Thoughts became lost in the sea of bizarre feelings, growing to be distorted and in turn created even more warped feelings.

Octavio wasn't here to save him. He wasn't here to have gotten them both out with a smile that hid his serious concern over their own well being, or to remind Lynx of the dangers of revealing his position. He would never be here, he felt, not thought.

But something else was here amidst the chaos tearing his mind apart. A voice that he could never ignore, no matter how hard he had tried in the past.

“Let him go…”

Sil. Despite how he felt about the fairy hearing her voice sparked his mind to action. One by one he began to think of the rest of the party members as well, solidifying who they were in his head using only the faintest glimmers of thought. He could on an instinctual level feel the need to tether himself back to the world, and did so as fast as he could. His thoughts became actions, and the familiar began to claw back at the tendrils. A spectator would have seen none of the grace or dignity he had exhibited in the past. It was an act of desperation, the flailing a sickly bird does to prevent falling. If he could separate what was "him" and what was "other", then he could drag himself out just as a human did from a blazing inferno.