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taking a break from rping for a little while. i'll be back soon enough but i really need to work on my mental health. hope everyone understands sorry
7 yrs ago
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taking a break from rping for a little while. i'll be back soon enough but i really need to work on my mental health. hope everyone understands sorry
7 yrs ago
@Mae saaaaaaame
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7 yrs ago
i was literally up all night and i just realized i could have written posts during that time fuck i straight up just read fanfiction and cried for like 6 hours
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7 yrs ago
saw thor ragnarok the other day and now i really want to do a Sakaar rp but i caaaaaaaan't
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7 yrs ago
sorry in advance to anyone i'm rping with if my posts are slow/kinda bad, my brain isn't working right lately i'm kind of a mess bleh (シ_ _)シ
Maybell barely even noticed that the group had come to a decision on where to go. She wouldn’t have had much useful input anyway, as she didn’t know much about the surrounding area other than the forest being awful. Like, just the absolute worst.
No, she was occupied with that key. Really, how could she not be? That was some mysterious, call-to-adventure, first-chapter-of-an-epic-novel business right there! The possibilities were endless and Maybell was delighted.
Was the key meant for some huge treasure chest? Or maybe a secret door? Or what if it didn’t unlock anything and it would be a clue in solving some other puzzle? Or maybe the Dark Witch was secretly allergic to keys? It could be anything! Except maybe that last one. Regardless of likelihood, she wrote down every possibility in her journal.
Maybell came up out of the mental rabbit hole she had been going down and picked up on their destination and the trouble they’d have to deal with there. She would be lying if she said the idea of facing a Bearon didn’t scare her, but the anticipation of a great adventure overshadowed any fear she was feeling.
She would have been much more afraid if she were alone, though. She felt secure alongside her friends. Of course, it helped that most of them could fight if they needed to. Sometimes, Maybell wished she could fight too, just to be able to help out more, but she was too small and weak to do any damage to anything.
Well, at least the others could make up for what she lacked. They had an adventure to start; it wasn’t the time for insecurity!
Closing her journal and storing it in her pouch, she spoke up, “How far away is it? Sorry, I didn’t get a look at the map.”
Luka shot Angelica a look and then hopped out of the van before she could yell at him. He shouted a quick “see you later” to the others before scampering off into the crowd.
Almost immediately, he was overwhelmed by noise, motion, and bright colors. It was a good thing Killer Queen decided to stay home; she would have hated this. Luka, however, felt right at home in the middle of the crowd of weirdos. Only a few minutes in, someone in a bright green morphsuit threw a handful of confetti at him.
That had to be a good omen, right?
Luka went on to join an impromptu dance party led by a guy holding up a boombox, then managed not to lose his shit and embarrass himself when a really handsome guy (who, by the way, was shirtless and very fit) told him he looked cute.
After running into some people he knew from the local theater, he hung with them for a while, then split off to take a breather. Sitting against a building with a sandwich the length of his forearm, he watched the crowd go by.
He was pretty relieved that nobody had recognized him as Samhain so far. His identity wasn’t exactly a closely-guarded secret, but he definitely didn’t want it to be common knowledge. It was mostly because his parents were semi-famous public figures (a best-selling travel writer and her editor), and there was no doubt that someone would ask them about their son’s hobby of fighting crime dressed as a cat. That would be an issue because, well, Luka never told them about it. Plus, they weren’t the most sympathetic to New Breeds (among many other kinds of people) and while he didn’t care about what they thought of him, he wanted to avoid the drama. He knew he would probably have to deal with it later on, but wearing a mask and keeping his face off of his social media were his way of buying more time to mentally prepare.
Luka sighed. Thinking about his parents was really bringing his mood down. Shaking off the negative thoughts (or at least trying to), he stood up and typed out a message to the SYNBAD group chat.
Opossums are a fairly common species, but they aren’t often seen, as they are nomadic and largely nocturnal (with excellent night vision, naturally). Families of opossums travel between towns, foraging for food along the way, the mother carrying her kids (called joeys) on her back once they get too big to ride in her pouch. It’s not uncommon to see older joeys holding each other’s tails in a line to stay together. Speaking of, opossums’ tails are prehensile and strong enough to be used as a fifth limb useful for climbing trees and carrying things.
Opossums are often stereotyped as cowards, as they prefer to keep to themselves and stay out of trouble. This isn’t helped by their tendency to pass out, or “play dead,” when overly threatened. It’s not intentional, though; it’s an involuntary reflex. While they aren’t particularly strong in offense or defense, they’re built to survive. They have a very strong immune system protecting them from most diseases and poisons, and can eat almost anything, including carrion and bones if necessary.
Description: Maybell looks pretty typical for an opossum, except for her rather small size, even compared to others of her kind. She stands roughly two feet tall, and most of her body mass is made up of fluffy fur. She wears an orange bandana around her neck.
Strengths: Maybell’s best feature is her intelligence. She reads just about every book she can find and thus stores an encyclopedia of fun facts and trivia tidbits in her head. She can figure out riddles and puzzles with ease, and does so quite often (just, you know, for fun). In addition, Maybell has plenty of energy and determination that she pours into whatever she does. If you give her a puzzle interesting enough, she won’t let anything distract her until it’s been solved.
Flaws: While Maybell is book-smart, she doesn’t have a whole lot of sense. She’s not great at navigating social situations, and she has a terrible habit of ignoring signs of danger and running headlong into trouble she has no way of getting herself out of. Her determination isn’t always a good thing either; she often gets tunnel vision and ignores even her own needs in favor of figuring out some puzzle.
Neutral: Maybell loves mysteries. Secrets, codes, conspiracies, if it’s hidden in some way, she’s going to find it. She also has an affinity for… things, for lack of a better term. She collects little trinkets such as shiny rocks, cool bugs, and discarded buttons. Whatever strikes her fancy, really.
Skills: Sleight of Hand She has very light hands, good for filching and pickpocketing. Hiding She can fit into small spaces and camouflage herself in wooded areas. Cryptography She can recognize and decode most known ciphers given enough time and effort.
Focal Crystal: Maybell’s Focal Crystal is pale pink, roughly three inches long, and pointed at the top. When in use, its edges glow bright white. She keeps it in her pouch along with the rest of her equipment.
Special Equipment: Reihenschieber Anything written by this pen turns into illegible symbols before the ink dries. Only those marked by the Aryabhata spell can read it.
Obtentus While Maybell wears this necklace, she will take on the appearance of an average fox until either she takes it off, or an hour passes. Afterwards, the necklace won’t work again until the next day.
Equipment:
A foldable journal where Maybell writes down various codes, ciphers, and keys (all written with Reihenschieber and illegible to anyone else). A leather pouch full of little trinkets and pretty rocks. A set of lockpicks. An inkwell. Her mother’s bandana.
Weapon: She carries a small knife in a leather sheath. It’s not anything special, but it works for self-defense and practical use.
Special Attack: Playing dead is an opossum’s last line of defense in dire situations. As a reflex, they fall unconscious and release a pheromone that fools predators into thinking they’re dead. Her tendency to play dead causes Maybell a whole lot of embarrassment, but it’s a useful defense mechanism.
Magic Lv: 5
Spellbook: Maybell’s spellbook is a leatherbound book with etched patterns and copper pieces attached to the cover.
School of Focus: Trickery - In her magic, Maybell focuses on illusion, thievery, and encoding (and decoding) messages. Messing with people, hiding stuff, etc. Basically a magic Rogue.
Spells: Aryabhata (Lesser): Anyone marked by this spell can read text written with Reihenschieber. Heresco (Lesser): This spell allows Maybell to walk on walls and ceilings for up to five minutes. Murmur (Lesser): This spell lets Maybell send a short whispered message audible only to its target. Perplicatus (Medium): For five minutes, the target of this spell becomes confused and disoriented.
Misc Battle Info: Maybell isn’t the type to rush into battle. She’s not great at fighting, so she doesn’t do it often, but she will if there’s no other choice.
“A thimble’s worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble”
Once upon a time, there was a family of possums; a mother, a father, and nine joeys. Their lives were an adventure; they would travel from town to town scavenging for food and doing odd jobs for whoever needed help. The youngest joey, Maybell, was precocious and curious; she loved exploring and discovering new things. She had a habit of running off and getting herself lost whenever she saw something interesting.
"And all day long we talked about mercy Lead me to water, Lord, I sure am thirsty"
Maybell had heard stories of wild monsters that lived in the forests between towns, but she had never experienced them herself, having spent her first few years in civilization. When the time came to leave, Maybell had no idea how dangerous the forests could be.
“And Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat And Danger! Danger! drawing near them was a broad boat”
A few days into their journey, they stopped to rest, and Maybell wandered away from her family to explore. She noticed something unusual. It looked like some kind of plant she had never seen before, moving in a strange way that couldn’t have been caused by the wind. Curiously, Maybell approached it. Before she could get much closer, she heard her siblings calling for her.
“Maybell! Where are you? We’re going to have dinner!”
“Over here! Check out this thing I found!”
Before she could say anything else, Maybell heard a growling noise and the “plant” stood up on clawed feet and lunged at her. She could hear her siblings coming towards her and calling her name. She tried to go towards them, but got disoriented and ended up in a river.
“Why’ve you gone away? Seven suns, seven suns away”
Maybell woke up drenched on the riverbed in the middle of the night, all alone. She didn’t find her family’s campsite until the early morning, but it was destroyed and abandoned. All that was left was her mother’s bandana. She figured they must have run away from the monster. Maybell picked up the bandana and what little supplies were left at the campsite and set off to find her family.
(She would tell you that she left immediately, but she actually spent almost an entire day crying first)
Her natural survival abilities helped her live on her own until she reached Cosmos City. By the time she got there, she was dirty, tired, and hungry and was torn between continuing on and just giving up.
One morning, she woke up in her makeshift bed on the side of a road and was approached by a kindly old woman offering her a place to stay.
This is where our story begins…
“Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh Hold your breath and clasp at Cassiopeia”
here's a wip, because i feel like i've been taking too long. it's mostly done, just connections and audition left
Her True Name Shiro LeBlanc
Her Stage Name Baby Vamp  The Date she Joined the Circus April 1st, 1929
Her Act Knife Thrower
Her Compulsion “It’s a tragedy, really. I’ve been shooting since the moment I could hold a gun; it’s practically in my blood! At this point, I just feel naked without packing some iron. But, as per my deal with the Ringleader, I can’t use any guns until my contract’s over. Though, I’ve gotta say, knives have steadily grown on me over the years.”
Her Powers “Perfect Projectile Precision! In layman’s terms, I never miss. Does wonders for the whole knife-throwing act! Woulda been really useful a little earlier, though.”
Why she Joined the Circus. “Hah, well this is a little embarrassing. I, uh, joined to avoid getting arrested. See, the Treasury Department was cracking down on the family business, and my folks told me to run. Was really the only option; what I’d done up ’til then would get me put away for life at the very least. So, heh, I ran off to join the circus. Never found out what happened to my parents. Guess it’s too late now, huh?”
Her Biography “So, You wanna hear my story, eh? Well, sit down, let me tell you the tale of La Victoire.
It all started in 1900, when my parents immigrated from France and set up this nice little boulangerie in St. Louis that they called La Victoire. I grew up in the apartment above the restaurant. Life was great, business was booming, and I got fresh-baked bread every morning. We would have been just fine if not for… well, a few things.
I was real young at the time, so details are practically nonexistent, but I know that food shortages during the Great War were a real blow to restauranteurs, my folks included. They just couldn’t get the ingredients to make everything they needed, because it was all going towards the war effort. The only thing keeping us in the black was the wine we had stored in the basement — had to be enough to drown a horse.
Then came Prohibition. The last lifeline La Victoire had was illegalized. I actually remember this pretty well. When my parents found out, they were crushed. That didn’t last long, though, as my old man came up with a solution. He turned the restaurant into a speakeasy.
Soon, business was up again and my parents were raking in plenty of dirty money. Of course, dirty money attracts flies, so I took it upon myself to beat some sense into anyone who came sniffing around. Eventually, I impressed my dad enough and he let me come along as extra muscle on trips to pick up the bootleg. See, the illicit liquor business is a competitive one, and “competition” in this case means groups of hoods carrying Tommy guns.
It’s a good thing Dad taught me to shoot when I was a kid; none of his other runners could hit the Mississippi River if they were drowning in it!
And, well, in those few years I was running for my old man, I did some bad stuff. You, uh, definitely don’t want to hear about that. Don’t ask, alright? Anyway, I racked up quite the reputation during that time.
Then, I don’t know how, maybe one of our competitors called in a tip, maybe we were careless, but the Treasury Department caught wind of La Victoire and raided the place. My mom practically pushed me out the ground floor window and I ran and just kept on running until I found the Circus.
Gotta say, it’s weird that I haven’t aged a day in almost ninety years, but modern life’s treating me well! If I could go back and change things, well, I don’t know if I would.”
just an update, my CS is in progress! i was having a bit of a dry spell (and also working on some other stuff) but i've gotten momentum back, so it shouldn't be too long now!
Opossums are a fairly common species, but they aren’t often seen, as they are nomadic and largely nocturnal (with excellent night vision, naturally). Families of opossums travel between towns, foraging for food along the way, the mother carrying her kids (called joeys) on her back once they get too big to ride in her pouch. It’s not uncommon to see older joeys holding each other’s tails in a line to stay together. Speaking of, opossums’ tails are prehensile and strong enough to be used as a fifth limb useful for climbing trees and carrying things.
Opossums are often stereotyped as cowards, as they prefer to keep to themselves and stay out of trouble. This isn’t helped by their tendency to pass out, or “play dead,” when overly threatened. It’s not intentional, though; it’s an involuntary reflex. While they aren’t particularly strong in offense or defense, they’re built to survive. They have a very strong immune system protecting them from most diseases and poisons, and can eat almost anything, including carrion and bones if necessary.
Description: Maybell looks pretty typical for an opossum, except for her rather small size, even compared to others of her kind. She stands roughly two feet tall, and most of her body mass is made up of fluffy fur. She wears an orange bandana around her neck.
Strengths: Maybell’s best feature is her intelligence. She reads just about every book she can find and thus stores an encyclopedia of fun facts and trivia tidbits in her head. She can figure out riddles and puzzles with ease, and does so quite often (just, you know, for fun). In addition, Maybell has plenty of energy and determination that she pours into whatever she does. If you give her a puzzle interesting enough, she won’t let anything distract her until it’s been solved.
Flaws: While Maybell is book-smart, she doesn’t have a whole lot of sense. She’s not great at navigating social situations, and she has a terrible habit of ignoring signs of danger and running headlong into trouble she has no way of getting herself out of. Her determination isn’t always a good thing either; she often gets tunnel vision and ignores even her own needs in favor of figuring out some puzzle.
Neutral: Maybell loves mysteries. Secrets, codes, conspiracies, if it’s hidden in some way, she’s going to find it. She also has an affinity for… things, for lack of a better term. She collects little trinkets such as shiny rocks, cool bugs, and discarded buttons. Whatever strikes her fancy, really.
Skills: Sleight of Hand She has very light hands, good for filching and pickpocketing. Hiding She can fit into small spaces and camouflage herself in wooded areas. Cryptography She can recognize and decode most known ciphers given enough time and effort.
Focal Crystal: Maybell’s Focal Crystal is pale pink, roughly three inches long, and pointed at the top. When in use, its edges glow bright white. She keeps it in her pouch along with the rest of her equipment.
Special Equipment: Reihenschieber Anything written by this pen turns into illegible symbols before the ink dries. Only those marked by the Aryabhata spell can read it.
Obtentus While Maybell wears this necklace, she will take on the appearance of an average fox until either she takes it off, or an hour passes. Afterwards, the necklace won’t work again until the next day.
Equipment:
A foldable journal where Maybell writes down various codes, ciphers, and keys (all written with Reihenschieber and illegible to anyone else). A leather pouch full of little trinkets and pretty rocks. A set of lockpicks. An inkwell. Her mother’s bandana.
Weapon: She carries a small knife in a leather sheath. It’s not anything special, but it works for self-defense and practical use.
Special Attack: Playing dead is an opossum’s last line of defense in dire situations. As a reflex, they fall unconscious and release a pheromone that fools predators into thinking they’re dead. Her tendency to play dead causes Maybell a whole lot of embarrassment, but it’s a useful defense mechanism.
Magic Lv: 5
Spellbook: Maybell’s spellbook is a leatherbound book with etched patterns and copper pieces attached to the cover.
School of Focus: Trickery - In her magic, Maybell focuses on illusion, thievery, and encoding (and decoding) messages. Messing with people, hiding stuff, etc. Basically a magic Rogue.
Spells: Aryabhata (Lesser): Anyone marked by this spell can read text written with Reihenschieber. Heresco (Lesser): This spell allows Maybell to walk on walls and ceilings for up to five minutes. Murmur (Lesser): This spell lets Maybell send a short whispered message audible only to its target. Perplicatus (Medium): For five minutes, the target of this spell becomes confused and disoriented.
Misc Battle Info: Maybell isn’t the type to rush into battle. She’s not great at fighting, so she doesn’t do it often, but she will if there’s no other choice.
“A thimble’s worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble”
Once upon a time, there was a family of possums; a mother, a father, and nine joeys. Their lives were an adventure; they would travel from town to town scavenging for food and doing odd jobs for whoever needed help. The youngest joey, Maybell, was precocious and curious; she loved exploring and discovering new things. She had a habit of running off and getting herself lost whenever she saw something interesting.
"And all day long we talked about mercy Lead me to water, Lord, I sure am thirsty"
Maybell had heard stories of wild monsters that lived in the forests between towns, but she had never experienced them herself, having spent her first few years in civilization. When the time came to leave, Maybell had no idea how dangerous the forests could be.
“And Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat And Danger! Danger! drawing near them was a broad boat”
A few days into their journey, they stopped to rest, and Maybell wandered away from her family to explore. She noticed something unusual. It looked like some kind of plant she had never seen before, moving in a strange way that couldn’t have been caused by the wind. Curiously, Maybell approached it. Before she could get much closer, she heard her siblings calling for her.
“Maybell! Where are you? We’re going to have dinner!”
“Over here! Check out this thing I found!”
Before she could say anything else, Maybell heard a growling noise and the “plant” stood up on clawed feet and lunged at her. She could hear her siblings coming towards her and calling her name. She tried to go towards them, but got disoriented and ended up in a river.
“Why’ve you gone away? Seven suns, seven suns away”
Maybell woke up drenched on the riverbed in the middle of the night, all alone. She didn’t find her family’s campsite until the early morning, but it was destroyed and abandoned. All that was left was her mother’s bandana. She figured they must have run away from the monster. Maybell picked up the bandana and what little supplies were left at the campsite and set off to find her family.
(She would tell you that she left immediately, but she actually spent almost an entire day crying first)
Her natural survival abilities helped her live on her own until she reached Cosmos City. By the time she got there, she was dirty, tired, and hungry and was torn between continuing on and just giving up.
One morning, she woke up in her makeshift bed on the side of a road and was approached by a kindly old woman offering her a place to stay.
This is where our story begins…
“Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh Hold your breath and clasp at Cassiopeia”
Character: In short, Luka is… kind of weird. He dresses and acts very feminine, and can usually be found spacing out, with who-knows-what going through his head. He constantly operates on a level of ironic detachment which can make it hard to determine whether the weird things he says are jokes or not. He doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks about him, and he’s very easy to get along with. What others tend not to see is that his carefree attitude is his way of covering up a huge amount of anxiety and low self esteem. Emotionally, he’s honestly a mess, but he’s good at hiding it.
Innocent or Dealer: He’s technically innocent, but he does go to plenty of dealers for alcohol and hallucinogens. Magic or not: He can’t use magic himself, but he’s heard plenty of rumors and he’s very interested in seeing if they’re true. Family history: He’s an only child, and he has parents, though he doesn’t get along with them.
i don't have that much written down, but i wanted to get something up (￣▽￣*)ゞ
Age: 11
Species: Opossum Opossums are a fairly common species, but they aren’t often seen, as they are nomadic and largely nocturnal. Families of opossums travel between towns, foraging for food along the way, the mother carrying the kids on her back once they get too big to ride in her pouch. It’s not uncommon to see older kids holding each others tails in a line to stay together. Speaking of, opossums’ tails are prehensile and strong enough to be used as a fifth limb useful for climbing trees and carrying things.
Opossums are often stereotyped as cowards, as they prefer to keep to themselves and stay out of trouble. This isn’t helped by their tendency to pass out, or “play dead,” when overly threatened. It’s not intentional, though; it’s an involuntary reflex.
Description: Maybell looks pretty typical for an opossum, except for her rather small size, even compared to others of her kind. She stands roughly two feet tall, and most of her body mass is made up of fluffy fur. She wears an orange bandana around her neck.
Strengths:
Flaws: While Maybell is admirably enthusiastic, she’s lacking in self-preservation instincts. She has a bad habit of running full-tilt into danger without a plan to get out of it.
Neutral: Maybell’s biggest passion lies in figuring things out. Codes, secrets, mysteries, conspiracies, if it’s something hidden, she’s all over it.
Skills:
Focal Crystal:
Special Equipment: Reihenschieber: a quill pen that scrambles everything it writes into gibberish illegible to anyone not marked by the Kaldeorum spell
Equipment: A book of codes and ciphers A leather pouch full of little trinkets and pretty rocks Her mother’s bandanna
Weapon: She carries a small knife in a leather sheath. It’s not anything special, but it works for self-defense and practical use.
Special Attack:
Magic Lv: 5
Spellbook: Describe your spellbook here
School of Focus: Your magical school of focus, this is up to your imagination, light, dark, stars, healing, the sky's the limit. You will start at 1 School of Focus, and gain a 2nd at Level 10.
Spells: Kaldeorum (Lesser): Anyone marked by this spell can read text written with Reihenschieber
Misc Battle Info: Anything else you may want to add to their battle profile should go here.
This is your tale, this is the sounds, and the tale you tell.
Arrival: This is all I want in this section. Is your arrival, how you found Gertrude, the trial and tribulation you had to go through, how you overcame and how you came to Cosmos city.
Theme Songs:
Love Like You by Aivi and Surasshu “I think you’re so good And I’m nothing like you”
Inflammatory Writ by Joanna Newsom “And all at once, it came to me And I wrote and hunched ’til four-thirty”
Bridges And Balloons by Joanna Newsom “A thimble’s worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble”
Misc: Anything else you’d like to add in your tale, you may
