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Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there
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Bond, James Bond, 007. You can never be replaced and will be deeply missed sir. RIP Connery 😭
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Major Congrats to all my peeps in The Walking Dead - We have reached the 5 year strong milestone!!! HOLY SHIT!
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If things get real bad and you have to resort to cannibalism remember: Vegans first, they are the closest thing to grass fed.
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March didn't come in like a lion... It came in like a T-Rex with PMS, and hemorrhoids, wearing barbed wire undies....
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Bio
✾ 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊
Keep moving forward ۩
⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I've been at this a long time and when I say a long time I mean a long long damn time. I started out with table top, ADnD, back in the 80's, then dived into others: Nightlife, Mage the Ascension, Shadow Run, HoL, etc. Moved onto Online in the 90's. I've been running various incarnations of a single RP group for twenty years now. Worked helping setting up, building, and/or admining/modding various RP forums over the years: Adventure Quest, Priston Tales, War Gods, etc. It's been a long road filled with ups and downs. I'm an evil GM, you've been warned.
Outside of RP, I am a mom. Yup, I've reproduced and there are little Lady A's running around plotting their own take over of the world. I am a published author and once upon a time an award winning poet. I've done a lot in my life. I haven't done as much as I would like. I've grown a lot. I have a lot more growing to do. I love to cook, baker by trade currently. I went to university and majored in Mathematics. I've programmed websites, worked as a model, worked as a 3d modeler. Shit, I even used to dance. And have been known to sing a bit. Jack of all trades. Master of like 3, lol.
⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This is where I go into my personality. In the past I would normally make some self deprecating remark about how I am a bitch of a GM, pushing my rpers as hard as I push myself and so forth. Not anymore. People change, or perhaps they just come into their own. This can happen at any age. More than that it can happen several times over the course of your life as you discover and rediscover yourself. Everything happens for a reason, usually that reason is ones owns actions. Or inaction's. Right now, I am in a better place than I can remember being in the longest time. I am happy and at peace. I have no regrets. Maybe I should but I don't. I plan on keeping this peace I have found, I went far too long without it.
Currently I am enjoying several things. Some are things I have enjoyed most of my life: Coffee, chocolate, bacon, M*A*S*H. One isn't something I have enjoyed since I was seventeen: being clean and free of poisons in my system. It is beyond description and I love it: One-hundred and twenty days and counting. Music taste is shifting to more mood oriented than anything, strange I am finding a lot of newer Country I am enjoying and I have NEVER liked country. Watching things like Lark Rise to Candleford and being hooked to the point of reading the trilogy. Recently added yoga to my workouts and all I can say is, "Fuckmaste: the fucked up in me accepts the fucked up in you."
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ↕ The first step is scary. ↕ ↕ Take it anyway. ↕ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Current Roleplays
"Ten days: You will fully adapt, partially adapt, or die." - Exploration and Evaluation Corps
✧ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In an age of space travel one no longer has to stay Earth Bound. In fact, many have set off with their eyes on the stars in search of new destinations and adventure. Travel through out the galaxy abounds thanks mostly to a crystalline rock, that when skillfully cut, is the key to advanced power and communications systems at the heart of interstellar civilization. This rock can only be mined on one planet. Deep within the Federal Sentient Planets lays the planet Ballybran. The Heptite Guild is in control and this planet is on a permanent travel ban. No one is aloud in or out if they are not a member of the Guild and even then, being a member isn't enough to get you fully planet side. Somethings are fully left up to fate and luck. Crystal Singers, a skilled set of people with perfect pitch, mine and the rest of the planet supports them: from admin to medical to farmer to security. Yet before you can get to that stage you must first adapt.
The Spore, as the locals call it, is a microbe that forms a symbiotic relationship with any carbon or silicon based life forms that enter the planets gravitational pull. The formation is a traumatic experience known as "Transition Sickness." One of three things happen. You fully adapt: gaining an extended life and perhaps an amplified sense. You partially adapt: one sense could be enhanced to painful levels or one could enhance and you could lose the another completely. The third option? You die. There is no way of knowing before you step onto the planet and once you do and if you live you can only leave for short periods. Being away from the planet and its unique environment for too long causes sickness and eventual coma thanks to the Spore.
Due to this unique environment and high chance of death the Federal Sentient Planets forbids the Guild from actively recruiting but that doesn't stop people from applying. The pay is better than most anything earth side and even support staff live well above average means. Compared to the Earth, which is collapsing in on itself: Death seems like a fair gamble. Kilatha McNolly is on the next flight out, as well as a team of others with their eyes set on the prize.
"Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing." - Herger The Joyous
ᚠ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In the middle of winter there is not much pillaging that can go on, at least not in in some of the more inland areas. A harsh winter in Scandinavia is a common occurrence and people expect it. Villages stock up as best they can and preparing for the long dark months ahead, sacrifice to the gods and pray that they are in Odins favor. Seers try to predict how long or short the season will be but in the end, no one saw this winter coming. No one, not even the elders can remember a winter with snow as deep or winds as high as this one. It came in early, cutting off the time they had to prepare by more than a month. Those precious days may mean the end for many families.
Villages are barely getting by and sickness is setting in. What about those who live further inland? Away from the coast and the fjords, away from the people. What about those who are trying to make it on their own for one reason or another? Not having as many people to work and stock can make the food stores even more meager. Though, maybe, just maybe... Less is better. Perhaps not having as many mouths to feed will be the key to survival. If you only have to fend for yourself maybe you can get through the white night. That is, if no problems come knocking at your door. Or perhaps worse, you end up going insane because of the solitude; which is a very real possibility considering you swear you just saw someone with red hair walk by. Yeah, you're loosing it.
Astra Eriksdotter maybe that very problem. Caught out in the middle of the storm for days now, she is weak, starving, and injured. Burning with fever she doesn't know if anything she is seeing is real anymore or if it is just a hallucination; including a house that looks to be nearly fully buried in the snow. Does she dare try knocking? Will she even make it to the front door, where the hell is the front door? What if someone is there? If they are, would they dare let her in? Another mouth to feed. One that is injured, burning with fever. Letting her in could mean the death of both of you but if you don't, she won't survive the night.
"Our isolation is for their protection, not ours." - Kaga Daimyō
✿ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a time of isolation, much of the world is left wondering why. Those on the Island Nation of Japan know it isn't for the reasons said. Publicly the nation is calm, at peace, without war. The nation if prospering and does not want interference or to be tainted by western culture. Isolation is to keep their people safe, without influence, or even illness from other suffering nations only wishing a piece of what the Pearl Of The Orient can provide. If only that were the truth, if only the land of the rising sun were as calm and prosperous as they claimed to be. Their shores may be off limits but it only to protect others while they try to save themselves.
Military rule is law and it must be for these are dark times. Daimyō and Samurai rule these lands, fighting not one another but more supernatural forces. Demons, wild and savage, beings are constantly causing havoc both in the larger cities and along the country side. And when the demons are out to play, so shall they draw out the evil in many. Bandits are coming together and clans are forming, rushing villages to burn and plunder and leave death in their wake. No social class is safe and the higher you are the further you have to fall. You can fight, you can flee. Either way you must survive to see another day.
Kikuya grew up in a small farming village outside of Edo. It wasn't a grand life but it was pleasant and happy. Her parents were kind and loving, teaching their daughter well. While she did not marry rich, she married contently. Everything seemed like it would be fine. Farm and family in peace. Yet her husband was called a way to war, her village was attacked. Only herself and a few other survived, quickly going to Edo for safety. Rejected by city their village had fed, one does what she must. Just survive until he returns. Yet there was no return, the entire regiment was slaughtered in the north. When one is left to turn to or survive for one must look inwardly. Survival is more important than honor and the young farm girl must learn how to defend herself in more ways than one.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1760's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: Edo, Japan ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Historical ↕ Supernatural ↕ Eastern Military ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed
"There is a direct correlation between replacements and humanity." - Cybernetic Report On Cyberware 2053
დ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In an era when technology seems to be outpacing humanity, sometimes the only thing you can do is start trading out bits of your flesh for something more upgradable. Something that can be changed out as easily as a light-bulb or traded in for a down payment on something newer and better, like you would a cell phone. Little by little, piece by piece, more and more of your skin, flesh, bone, and blood are taken away and replaced with wire, circuits, dermaskin, and lubricants. At what point does man stop being man and become machine? If all that remains is a memory chip can one really even be considered human anymore? If the only thing pumping now is a mechanical heart where does humanity lay?
It has been ten years since the team was together. They trained, grew up, worked together for two decades. Then, one run, one very bad run and everything changed. You lose people, everyone does in this line of work. Sometimes it isn't so much that you lost someone but how they were lost that forever breaks what was once a unit that was unshakable. In the end you part ways and don't look back. Everyone has to make a new path, alone. Some stay in the business, some change completely, some just go underground and haven't been a blip on the radar in all these years. Something going on though and it's time to get the team back together. That is if you can find each other.
One person is on the radar though. Sunie Marks never went underground or went under the radar. She retired and set up shop as a cyberwear and weapons developer. Customized items, specialized, to the highest bidder. No large quantities. One and done. No names. She doesn't want to know. She just wants to create. Thing is, every item needs to be tested. It's not hard to find volunteers but she doesn't risk it. What if it doesn't work? What if it does? No, little by little she has stripped away herself to be her own test subject. How much of her actually remains? Is she even the woman you once knew? Or is it only buried beneath the circuits and hardware? Or has a technology finally surpassed humanity?
"No, the hands moved and covered its face." - Lord Daventry to his physician
✄ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a time when marriages can make or break a legacy, what does one do when it all starts to come crashing down? Lady Daventry has been enjoying the lavish life her much older husband has provided for her over the last twenty years. Life at Elmswood is everything she could have hoped for; she has most everything her heart can desire, including a long line of lovers that come when she calls. Perfect... Save for a husband she wishes would hurry up and die, a step son who is a weakling, and a nephew who was exiled to India by his uncle for his scandalous behavior. Yes, everything seems as perfect as she can hope for, that is until her nephew returns home unexpectedly.
Lord Daventry sent a letter to India calling back his nephew. The letter itself was cryptic. Speaking of lost time and nights that do not end. Saying he forgives his nephew and he is welcome home to claim his birthright, if he can return in time. To claim his childhood manor Ravenswalk, just a stones throw away from Elmswood, he must marry by his 28th birthday: which is in three weeks. Lady Daventry wants nothing to do with her nephew-in-law, nor wants him in her home, near her husband, or claiming Ravenswalk; even though she has let it fall into disrepair. Can Lord Daventry's nephew wed in time? Even if he does, can he repair Ravenswalk? And what does his uncle mean? How can he find out when he isn't even allowed past the front door?
Corisande Somerset is nothing but an orphaned and widowed seamstress. No claim to wealth, no claim to title. Simply trying to find respectable work so that she knows where her next meal is coming from. Hired by Lady Daventry to be her personal seamstress she sets out to try to start life a new and forge some sort of future for herself since her past has nothing to offer her anymore. She has been warned to stay away from Lady Daventry's nephew for he will do nothing but shame her and use her but is the woman telling the truth? Should she even risk it? A wrong word could mean the end of her employment and with it her housing, food, and survival. Perhaps it is better to keep her head down and do what she was hired to do, sew. It is hard since each night as she creates by candle light she begins to swear she is not just dozing off but losing time itself.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1820's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: English Countryside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Historical ↕ Fantasy ↕ Supernatural Horror ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed
"Are you tired of searching through the mail-order bride ads only to end up empty handed?" - Ad for Hearst House March 1876
✉ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a post Civil-War America a mans future lays in his own hands. Land in the Wyoming Territory is being given away and gold awaits. Out in the mountains men are striking it rich or at least rich enough to enjoy more than they once had. The law of the land is what you make it for now, Uncle Sam hasn't come calling fully as of yet. Everything is at a mans finger tips - save one thing - women. While former soldiers of both the Confederacy and the Union, wanted men, young men, old men, bosses, tyrants, and more are all making for the Claim Towns; not so many women are willing to make the journey. In a lawless land anything goes.
So what is a man to do when in the best of towns men out number women 10 to 1? And in the worst of towns 200 to 1? He can either keep trekking to the local brothel and keep shelling out a kings ransom, but she ain't gonna shine yer boots or bake yer biscuits. Can either pray you strike it lucky with the local dentists daughter or you can write back East and see if you can't get yourself a Mail-Order Bride. Sounds crazy right? Well in a pre-tinder world, sometimes a man could only hope to find a wife in the classifieds right between Employment and For Sale.
Océane is younger; the daughter of French Immigrants who is in the East doing what women try to do - survive with hope intact. She took shelter at the Hearst House after a particularly dark period in her life. With no money, no inheritance, and her family dead there is not much left for her in the east that she cares about and plenty she wants to get away from, including several in the very place she has taken shelter in. In order to do that she has to have a way out. So she did the only thing she could think of, she agreed to be a Picture-Bride. A photograph take, a small blurb written, to print it went out in the territories. She could only sit and wait, see what if anything would happen. Something did in-fact happen - the ad was answered; by several. The question is though - is the one she answered the right fit or did she just set herself up for disappointment?
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1870's (The Frontier) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: South-Central Wyoming ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Historical ↕ Slice-of-life ↕ Western Military ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed
"Welcome to Task Force South" - General Lindsay, Fort Clayton
❀ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a post-Vietnam America the U.S. Military isn't looked at like it was at the end of WWII. There is no clear cut line and politics cloud the issue. It is harder and harder to get new recruits and many of the older career soldiers are retiring, which is creating a large void in personnel for most branches, but the Army seems to be taking the greatest hit. What is a nation to do if they cannot get enough men willing to stand the line? In this world - they decide to try something new, allow women in combat. It isn't a popular vote but it seems to be the last resort.
It isn't cut and dry though. Women are recognized yet for the most part, having to fly under the radar of some until they can prove themselves. There is no difference on the requirements in this time frame. It doesn't matter if you are woman or man, your physical requirements are the same. There are no female quarters, separation because of gender. If you are a woman and you want in, you better be prepared to be tossed right into the fire. A few women have stepped forward and are now the guinea pigs despite the odds stacked against them and people gunning for them.
One such is Major T.J. 'The Sparrow' Martin. The daughter of a Marine and the granddaughter of a General, T is trying to make her way in This Mans Army as an Aviator. It has been hard fought and she has hidden who her family is so those above her cannot claim she only has risen to where she is because of family connections. Currently the Commanding Officer of the 18th Aviation Brigade, Special Designation: Black Barons, Major Martin is recently back from the Middle East and being deployed to Panama for the upcoming invasion. She must work along side other Commanding Officers, in a war zone, and not only stay alive but prove herself if she wishes her career to continue. One step out of line or report from another Commanding Officer could end everything. Can 2 C.O.'s work together and be able to keep the line between personal and professional from being crossed? And what happens when the past decides to become the present?
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1980's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: U.S. Bases/War Zones ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Modern ↕ Slice-of-life ↕ Military Horror ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed
❃ The Basics ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This is my little personal hide away for plot ideas that are for 1x1 Rps. Now many 1x1's are just simple vague ideas: I would like to play 'this' while you play 'that' and we will see where it goes and that is fine and dandy. I am usually open to hear ideas and if I feel it sure, I'll rp it. Thing is, it takes a lot for me to feel an rp idea so I don't go knocking on a lot of doors searching for a 1x1 RP partner. Usually I get a rather specific idea in mind, flesh it out, and then hit up a person I think would be good to partner up with. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Like with most 1x1 things, it can be hit or miss.
Here I am not posting just general things. I am posting more specific cravings or ideas that went through my mind at least enough to flesh out a starter idea, put the time in to code the thing, and post it here. I might not even be open for taking on more Rp's. I might just type it up and drop it off here for later. Might want to pick it up when I have time, or fleshing it out might cleanse my system of the idea. Who knows. Right now I am just using this as an organization of thoughts, desires, and requirements. If it goes somewhere great. If not, at least my PM box is no longer bogged down by all this in different PM's to myself.
❃ Rules For Every Occasion ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ No matter what the Rp posted below is, what the idea might be, or what else is going on I have some general rules that apply to each and every 1x1 I am willing to join or start.
Any Rp can go Mature in every way - 18+ Only.
Minimal Casual Level - 2+ Paragraphs - Basic Grammar - Contribute to the Story
Keep IC and OOC Separate
No bunnying, god-modding, auto-hitting, controlling my character or personal NPCS.
Steady posting and dependability required. Minimal 7 Day counters.
Each Rp below is labeled with the following: Claimed (Rping Currently), Craving (Open), Closed (Not Now)
If interested, check my current status to the left - if Open, PM me. If Closed, I am not taking on anymore Rp's currently. Please do not post here.
"If I can't learn to control this rage I'm gonna end up killin' some guy." - To his dad before he left for Parris Island
⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Though the man can handle being in tense situations and on stage in front of countless fans Ray is a rather shy individual at heart; quiet and reserved. A societal conditioned introvert who prefers to stay at the back of the crowd, or even better to be alone, instead of being in front of a group of people. He is kind to those he is close to and ever a full southern gentleman. He is quick to smile over the simplest acts of kindness and enjoys simple beauty in the world. Ray is a romantic; poetry, meaningful gifts, colorful turns of phrase, and attention to the small details that matter. He speaks softly but from the heart. He strives to be better than he was yesterday and is constantly trying to grow into the man he thinks he should be.
There is a rage that lays under the surface. Ray can be possessive and competitive when it comes to the things he wants in life; such as his career and the people he loves. Quick to anger under many circumstances, it is a reason why he tries to keep his distance from others. Self imposed distance from people or situations that can trigger him; though in his line of work avoiding such things can't always be avoided. Ray feels as if he must prove himself and earn his place in people's lives; as if just being there for them and being kind isn't enough. Few places he feels comfortable in or that he fits truly he self secludes himself and finds himself brooding over the past far more than is healthy. He has been known to run away in the past from things, nowadays he over compensates by being too agreeable.
⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Growing Up: Ray was born in 1961 in Chattanooga, Tennessee to Beau Adaway and Letty-Mae Riles. His father a farm hand and his mother a waitress, they were not married. His mother died giving birth to Ray and he was raised by his father. The first six years moving from town to town during different farming seasons until his father took a job as the Farm Manager for Beard Family Farms in Leesburg, Georgia. Ray spent much of his time on the farm while he was growing up, becoming friends with the children of the owners, and singing in church. Ray dealt with more than his share of bullying and torment growing up, being not black of white had him caught between two races: neither of which would claim him.
High School: Ray spent his high school years still working on the farm part-time during the school year and full-time during the summers. He joined ROTC and started dating Thana Martin. The two remained together for their entire high school career. During his down time he worked with the Church choir and focused on writing music to try to stay out of trouble - many fights breaking out between himself and other local teens. When Ray graduated high school he left for Marine Boot Camp and broke up with Thana: citing he needed to become a better man before getting more serious.
Life As A Marine: Ray, like anyone on the East Coast, attended Parris Island for boot camp training. After finishing boot-camp at Parris Island, Ray was a Marine. Stationed to Camp Lejeune as part of Bravo Company, 1st Battalion, 2nd Marines. He served six years in the Marines and was deployed numerous times into combat zones, including Libya, Lebanon, and Grenada. At the time of his discharge he held the rank of Sergeant and was honorably released from the Marines. Though no longer serving as a Marine, Ray still worked with Marines, kept close ties with his fellow Devil Dogs and understands now that once a Marine, always a Marine.
Rise To Fame: From the day Ray was discharged from the Marines he was hitting the Honky Tonk and Country Bar scene hard, every small town that would let him play, every Nashville scene he could get his foot in. He was met with both curiosity and full blown anger. His country was different. He was a mixed man, looking more like a thug out of Detroit than a farmer out of Georgia. His music ranged from classic country to rock country to everything in-between. Promoters didn't know how to promote him. The leg work and determination paid off with the small release of his first album. It hit both the Country and Rock airways with force and Ray topped both charts. Touring, promoting, and more kept his star climbing and he became the new hit sensation but not without problems. Constantly under attack both in the media and in person, Ray has to keep his guard up. Time in the Marines has taught him patience.
USO Rehearsals, Arlington, Virginia: After receiving a call about being one of the main acts for a USO show, Ray started planning. He had to cut one tour short and add on more shows to another to fit it in but it was worth it. He had always wanted to do a USO Show and now was his chance he felt to give back to the troops. Having served he knew how important morale was over seas, especially during the holiday season. He didn't know at first who he would be performing with but as he spotted a group he had seen plenty of times playing in South Georgia he got his hopes up. Seeing Thana arrive made everything perfect. For the next two months both his band and 'Shine practices, set up lighting and effects, worked with their MC, as well as other support staff to make sure the show could be pulled off. During this time he also got to spend some private time with Thana and have some dates.
Fort Clayton USO Show: Two days before Thanksgiving, USO set up crews arrived for the first stages of set up. The rest didn't arrive until Thanksgiving Day - including Ray. The first part of the show went off well. The second half was Rays turn. He performed several of his hits off his first two albums. Got in the crowds and entertained the troops. The last song of the evening was a duet with his high school sweet heart. After the show, he accompanied Thana back to her tent to talk some more and see where she wanted to go with things. After which he left to prepare to leave Fort Clayton as she would be staying and taking command of the Barons once again. He was able to talk to Thana once more before he flew out and she shocked him by what she proposed. He left Fort Clayton a little worried but mostly confidant that things would work out in his favor once she was out of Panama and back in the states.
"Let the world hear yer voice, then they'll see what I see." - Thana trying to get Ray to sing in choir
Ray was seven years old and a year behind in school because of constant moving when his dad enrolled him in school at Lee County Elementary. He was taken into class during recess and he sat down alone. Several kids started picking on him and this little girl with bright blue eyes and curls in her hair - punched them and then split her cookie with him. That was all she wrote. From that moment on Ray and Thana were inseparable. Ray followed Thana around like her shadow. Went to school together, played together, sang in choir together, sat next to each other at church and every meal. Ray spent most of his time with Thana when not at home. When they started high school, Ray started courting Thana. It was a hard road- they were different races, different social classes, in the deep south, during the '70's but they stuck it out. Singing and writing song together. That was until Ray graduated and he broke up with Thana; saying he needed to be a better man for her.
Years went by but there wasn't a day that Ray didn't think about Thana. In the middle of serving he wrote songs, many of which were inspired by his high school sweet heart. He did date others but there was never anything serious. His mind always went back to his "Juju". After ten years he felt he had finally not only become the man he thought he needed to be but had a career and income he thought added to his "value" - he reached out to Thana with a single card. Floored she said yes he was happy to start their relationship again. It seemed though she had just met someone new. He didn't want to open things up but he did for her, so she would not have any doubts.
"Boy, I will tan yer hid like yer one of mine!" - To Ray anytime he ran into the house with mud on his shoes
Miss 'Tilly is the only woman in Rays life that he looks at as a mother. She practically raised the man as his mother passed away when he was born. As her daughter and him were always around each other and his father worked on her families farm, Ray kind of came under Miss 'Tilly's protection and guard during working hours, church hours, and more. Not that she minded. Ray was a good boy, even if he did get in trouble, and as he grew older she knew that no matter what happened Ray would protect her eldest daughter. Not to mention having an extra hand around the house of eight children did help. Miss 'Tilly looks at Ray as one of her own kids and while she is hard on the boy and gives him a rough time, she loves him. (Even if she doesn't think he is right for her daughter.)
The Martin's
"They are my family, they made me who I am." - Ray's thoughts on the Martins
The Martin's are a large family and Ray knows them all. Each of the siblings are like siblings to him having grown up together on the farm, playing in the dirt, fighting, eating, birthdays, and more. Mr. Martin is like a second father to him, Uncle Maddy and Grandpapi Martin are just those to him as well. While Beau is his dad, the Martins are the rest of his family. Nothing will ever change that.
"Petit a petit, l’oiseau fait son nid.” - Little by little, a bird makes its nest.
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While ever seeming as if she is looking out for the worst, Océane is perhaps a tad naive as she looks for the silver lining or best in most all situations. Hopeful. Wanting to please and do well, she works hard and tirelessly, as if seeking approval or acceptance. Perhaps this is her fight. Quick to smile and grateful of kindness, Océane strives to be kind and understanding. Not well versed in enough common womanly duties, she is eager to learn and has an unending dedication and loyalty to those that have shown her kindness and understanding. Oddly enough, there is a deep devotion to even those that have mistreated her if she feels she owes them a debt.
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Before The War: Océane was born in 1855 in Atlanta Georgia to Saint and Chantilly (Marseille) La'Barbe. Her father and mother both French Immigrants and naturalized citizens, making Océane the first born of her family in the United States. Both her parents were Clothiers and did well, amassing a comfortable living tending to the Southern Elites with their French Inspired fashions. Her mother and father tutoring her in various subjects.
During The War: When the Civil War broke out, her father was 'recruited' and went off to fight. Océane and her mother were in Atlanta during Sherman's march and it was then that Océane was struck and her leg was damaged by a burning runaway carriage. Two months after Sherman's March, she and her mother received word that her father had been killed. Her mother passed of a broken heart some weeks later, leaving Océane an orphan in a war torn South.
After The War: Océane was sent to live with her Aunt Camille and new husband on a farm in Kentucky. Life was strict on the farm. Each day Océane rising early to tend to chores on the farm and in the house. Chores started out small as she was still healing: mending clothing, cleaning floors. The chores became more over the years but Océane's leg never fully healed and she carries a small limp because of it. While on the farm she learned about crops, her aunt continuing her tutoring.
Adulting: Continuing to live with her Aunt and 'Uncle', working on their farm and helping tend to the house, Océane left after she turned twenty and set out on her own with what little she had. Finding a home in St. Louis Missouri after seeing an ad in the newspaper for Hearst House For Women. There she cultivated her skills and started to learn more in trade for teaching other women in the house how to read and write so they could start to self educate. When presented with a chance to find a husband far out west, Océane agreed and had her picture taken to be placed in an ad.
Hearst House For Women: Océane continued her work around the house as she waited to see if she would get any replies from the ad. Mostly working in the greenhouse and tending to a new beehive she had managed to purchase. She did, many. Most of which turned her stomach. One stood out to her, a Mr. Cypress Holloway. Though she was taunted about his picture, she wrote back nonetheless and from there a courtship bloomed.
Between working in the house and corresponding with Mr. Holloway, Océane remained very busy though not without issue. More than a handful of requests for Océane came through, none of which she responded to other than Mr. Holloway. One from Kentucky she out right burned. Ms. Hearst took care of responding to the others. The attention from would be suitors did not go unnoticed and became a catalyst for problems in the house. Girls lashing out towards Océane. They always had, this escalated to physical violence once Océane accepted Mr. Holloway's proposal of marriage.
Océane had to assist the Pinkerton's with information on Mr. Holloway so that a background check could be run. After which Océane continued to deal with problems at the house as best she could while preparing to travel by train from St. Louis to Wyoming. Cleaning and cooking within the home, trading mending and sewing for horsemanship lessons, tending to her beehive, and in the dark hours of the night working on what she hoped would be her wedding dress.
Several days before Océane left for Wyoming, things came to a head in the Hearst House. Océane attacked another girl for ripping a dress she was sewing and clawed her face, leaving deep enough wounds to most likely scar. After this the girls in the house avoided Océane until she moved out: some because they didn't want to get in the middle of it, others because they sided with the girl who was clawed.
Transcontinental Railroad: Between the days of August 7th and August 14th 1876 Océane was onboard two different trains. The Number 8 between St. Louis and Omaha, and the Number 3 between Omaha and Laramie. A week long journey that was calm for the most part despite the rising tensions and war between the United States and Sioux Nations. During this time Océane mostly stayed in her private sleeping quarters and worked on finishing up sewing a dress.
When she was not in the Sleeping Car she was either in the Dining Car or in the Baggage Car. The Baggage Car was where her Beehive was being held and she needed to check periodically to see how they were holding up as transport of such things could be delicate. The Dining Car was for eating and stretching her legs, as well as getting to know the Chef some and learning a few new recipes. Océane watched out the window often during the seven days of travel, seeing how the landscape changed and thinking on how her life was going to change once she reach Laramie and finally met Cypress face to face.
Laramie, Wyoming Territory: Océane's time in Laramie was short as far as time spent there went but in terms of things done it was rather eventful. After arriving and disembarking from the train, Océane finally met her fiancé face to face for the first time. He proposed in a sense and gave her an engagement ring. After accepting it, Océane turned her attention to her bees to ensure they were taken care of and safe. They had to be stored in a netted beehive in the hotel suite until Océane left town.
Once this was taken care of, Océane needed to change out of her travel wear that she had been in for the last week, freshen up as best she could, and dress for the wedding that was to take place within the hour. Once changed, it was off to the chapel where Océane nearly fainted in the church but managed to stay upright, mostly. The wedding was quick but orderly enough. Océane acquired not only a new husband at the church but flowers.
After the wedding, Agent Hamilton left the two and they were off back to their hotel quarters. The rest of the day was spent in enjoyment and preparation for the trek back to what would become their home. Time in the shops and eating, Océane was able to try many things she hadn't remembered doing before: ice cream, new boots, champagne, a hip bath, and most importantly a hat that looked very much like her new husbands. The next day they set out from Laramie to home.
"Spit and polish, quite order" - Everyday at breakfast
Charles married Océane's Aunt Camille shortly before the end of the Civil War. When Océane's mother passed away she was sent to live with the two of them until she came of age and could be married. 'Uncle' Charles put Océane to work almost immediately on arrival to his families farm in Tennessee. Being a city child and still recovering from a carriage accident Océane had a hard time adjusting. Charles did not make things easy for the young girl, pushing her constantly in both her chores and her studies, among other things.
Cypress Holloway
"Would you be my puzzle piece, come out to Wyoming Territory, and cleave to me in matrimony?" - Letter to Océane, June 1876
Océane had never met Mr. Holloway to begin with. Seeing an advertisement for a Picture Bride, Mr. Holloway wrote the Hearst House about the girl known as Anne. He was not the only one but he was the only one that Océane returned a response. Over the next months more letters were written between the two until Cypress proposed marriage. Océane had not been expecting it so soon but she accepted nonetheless and began the complicated and long list of tasks to complete so that she could travel to Wyoming from St. Louis to be with Cypress and wed him.
On arrival in Laramie, Océane was introduced to Mr. Holloway where he presented her with a wedding ring set on bended-knee: officially and publicly cementing an engagement. After accepting, ensuring her few possessions were secure, and changing it was time to leave for the church. (Not an hour after arriving in Laramie.) The two headed to the church and were wed without much incident. Océane found that her new husband was gentle and sweet to her. He had a mustache that tickled and a kindness to let her get flowers.
After the wedding they spent time together and Cypress lavished on Océane gifts and moments she had never had before. All of which were overwhelming, none of which set her perfectly at ease. Yet, she did get up the courage to ask for a particular hat, one that became a favorite possession of hers rather quickly. The evening was spent enjoying each others company, at least that much she remembered after drinking that evening.
The next morning they took care of a few things, enjoyed more of each others time together and set off for home. Their home, something that Océane took some time to get used to the idea. During the first part of the journey back to their home, Océane opened up a little about the time she spent in Kentucky and some of the things she endured. Confused by her husbands reaction, she didn't speak about it anymore and ended up changing subjects. Talking about different things until they stopped for lunch. At lunch she got her husband some honey and enjoyed olives that her husband offered her.
On the journey back, she talked about flowers: one in particular she picked at where they had their picnic. Cypress suggested them starting a flower garden back at their home and asked her what she would need. Never having seen the land and not knowing what her husband had on hand she couldn't answer. She was very moved by the offer and looked forward to starting one.
Ms. Hearst
"I don't think you understand my dear. All of these are asking for you" - Said to Océane about the stack of mail
Océane discovered the Hearst House for Women thanks to an ad in a local paper. Ms. Hearst welcomed the little thing in a smile and gave her a warm bed in which to sleep in. The woman has been a guide to her in both the home and how to deal with the outside world as Océane does not have much experience. She has helped Océane grow but knows the girl has a long way to go. She was the one that ask Océane to allow her photo to be used in their national ad for Picture Brides, in hopes it would help many of the girls in the house find a good home to make their own. She has been a protector for Océane for many a scuffle girls in the house would start with Océane and helped the little one prepare for her trip from St. Louis to Wyoming as well as responding to others that have written to Océane in hopes the men would be happy to marry another one of the girls instead after Océane turned her attention to Mr. Holloway alone.
Angeline
"Aww, little mouse went and fell. Perhaps we should help her up girls." - After pinning Océane to the ground
Since the day that Océane stepped into Hearst House, Angeline has had a thorn in her hand about Océane for reasons unknown to anyone other than she seems to enjoy causing pain to weaker girls in the house. It started out as simple jabs and verbal sticks over the months but once Océane was chosen for a national add for Picture Brides by the Hearst House and started getting attention this quickly escalated. Once Océane accepted a proposal from Mr. Holloway it turned physical and came to a head when Océane finally struck back and clawed Angeline's face after Angeline ripped Océane's wedding dress.
Agent Hamilton
"Not what I was expecting." - On seeing Cypress Holloway's photograph
Agent Hamilton has long worked with the Hearst House. Meeting each girl as she becomes a resident so that she can vet the young woman. For the girls that become engaged her duties increase, having to run background checks on the men actively pursuing matrimony and even so far as to escort the ladies to their prospective husband when the time comes. She has worked closely with Océane in both vetting the girl herself and running background checks on Mr. Holloway for Ms. Hearst. Océane is a special interest for Agent Hamilton and she has been the one to set the date in which Océane would travel to Wyoming as she must be the one to escort her so that she can ensure the girls reputation during travels. She stayed by Océane's side during the 7 day journey from St. Louis to Laramie, keeping her reputation in tact and acting as a buffer from undesirables. After which she remained still at Océane's side until after she was wed.
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[sub][i]I've been at this a long time and when I say a long time I mean a long long damn time. I started out with table top, ADnD, back in the 80's, then dived into others: Nightlife, Mage the Ascension, Shadow Run, HoL, etc. Moved onto Online in the 90's. I've been running various incarnations of a single RP group for twenty years now. Worked helping setting up, building, and/or admining/modding various RP forums over the years: Adventure Quest, Priston Tales, War Gods, etc. It's been a long road filled with ups and downs. I'm an evil GM, you've been warned.
Outside of RP, I am a mom. Yup, I've reproduced and there are little Lady A's running around plotting their own take over of the world. I am a published author and once upon a time an award winning poet. I've done a lot in my life. I haven't done as much as I would like. I've grown a lot. I have a lot more growing to do. I love to cook, baker by trade currently. I went to university and majored in Mathematics. I've programmed websites, worked as a model, worked as a 3d modeler. Shit, I even used to dance. And have been known to sing a bit. Jack of all trades. Master of like 3, lol.[/i][/sub]
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[sub][i]This is where I go into my personality. In the past I would normally make some self deprecating remark about how I am a bitch of a GM, pushing my rpers as hard as I push myself and so forth. Not anymore. People change, or perhaps they just come into their own. This can happen at any age. More than that it can happen several times over the course of your life as you discover and rediscover yourself. Everything happens for a reason, usually that reason is ones owns actions. Or inaction's. Right now, I am in a better place than I can remember being in the longest time. I am happy and at peace. I have no regrets. Maybe I should but I don't. I plan on keeping this peace I have found, I went far too long without it.
Currently I am enjoying several things. Some are things I have enjoyed most of my life: Coffee, chocolate, bacon, M*A*S*H. One isn't something I have enjoyed since I was seventeen: being clean and free of poisons in my system. It is beyond description and I love it: One-hundred and twenty days and counting. Music taste is shifting to more mood oriented than anything, strange I am finding a lot of newer Country I am enjoying and I have NEVER liked country. Watching things like Lark Rise to Candleford and being hooked to the point of reading the trilogy. Recently added yoga to my workouts and all I can say is, "Fuckmaste: the fucked up in me accepts the fucked up in you."[/i][/sub]
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[list][*] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5012946]Mausoleum Of Machinations - 1x1[/url]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><font color="lightgray"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"></tr></thead><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-right"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><sub><font color="#a2d39c">✾ 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊</font></sub></span></div><sup><font color="lightgray">Keep moving forward ۩</font></sup></div><span class="bb-b"><font color="#a2d39c">⚘ A Brief History</font></span><br>━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━<br>	<sub><span class="bb-i">I've been at this a long time and when I say a long time I mean a long long damn time. I started out with table top, ADnD, back in the 80's, then dived into others: Nightlife, Mage the Ascension, Shadow Run, HoL, etc. Moved onto Online in the 90's. I've been running various incarnations of a single RP group for twenty years now. Worked helping setting up, building, and/or admining/modding various RP forums over the years: Adventure Quest, Priston Tales, War Gods, etc. It's been a long road filled with ups and downs. I'm an evil GM, you've been warned. <br><br>	Outside of RP, I am a mom. Yup, I've reproduced and there are little Lady A's running around plotting their own take over of the world. I am a published author and once upon a time an award winning poet. I've done a lot in my life. I haven't done as much as I would like. I've grown a lot. I have a lot more growing to do. I love to cook, baker by trade currently. I went to university and majored in Mathematics. I've programmed websites, worked as a model, worked as a 3d modeler. Shit, I even used to dance. And have been known to sing a bit. Jack of all trades. Master of like 3, lol.</span></sub><br><br><font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">⚘ Looking Inside</span></font><br>━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━<br>	<sub><span class="bb-i">This is where I go into my personality. In the past I would normally make some self deprecating remark about how I am a bitch of a GM, pushing my rpers as hard as I push myself and so forth. Not anymore. People change, or perhaps they just come into their own. This can happen at any age. More than that it can happen several times over the course of your life as you discover and rediscover yourself. Everything happens for a reason, usually that reason is ones owns actions. Or inaction's. Right now, I am in a better place than I can remember being in the longest time. I am happy and at peace. I have no regrets. Maybe I should but I don't. I plan on keeping this peace I have found, I went far too long without it.<br><br>	Currently I am enjoying several things. Some are things I have enjoyed most of my life: Coffee, chocolate, bacon, M*A*S*H. One isn't something I have enjoyed since I was seventeen: being clean and free of poisons in my system. It is beyond description and I love it: One-hundred and twenty days and counting. Music taste is shifting to more mood oriented than anything, strange I am finding a lot of newer Country I am enjoying and I have NEVER liked country. Watching things like Lark Rise to Candleford and being hooked to the point of reading the trilogy. Recently added yoga to my workouts and all I can say is, "Fuckmaste: the fucked up in me accepts the fucked up in you."</span></sub><br><div class="bb-center">━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━</div></td><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.ibb.co/QYggqDd/sucbio2.png" /><br>━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━<br><sup><span class="bb-i"><font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">↕</span></font> The first step is scary. <font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">↕</span></font> <br><font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">↕</span></font> Take it anyway. <font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">↕</span></font></span></sup><br>━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━<br><sup><font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">Current Roleplays</span></font></sup></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=""> [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/91786-the-walking-dead-year-three/ooc">The Walking Dead - Year Five: Part 3</a><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Group RP</li><li>5+ Years Strong</li></ul></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5013216">Operation Alternative</a><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Private 1x1</li><li>2 Years Strong</li></ul></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5013217">Special Delivery: Wyoming Territory</a><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Private 1x1</li><li>1+ Year Strong</li></ul></li><li>Interning In The 'Moonshine'<ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li>Private 1x1</li><li>10+ Months</li></ul></li></ul></div></div>━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━<br><div class="bb-center"><sup><font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">Resources and Tutorials</span></font></sup></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=""> [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/162563-articles-and-guides-index/ooc#post-4265482">Articles And Guide Index</a></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/164555-a-welcome-to-rpg-navigating-the-forum/ooc">Navigating The Forum</a></li><li><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/91296-rpers-guide-to-etiquette/ooc">Role Players Guide To Etiquette</a></li><li><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/126310-the-beginners-guide-to-role-play/ooc">Beginners Guide To Role Play</a></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175127-staying-true-to-character/ooc">Staying True To Character</a></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175139-developing-true-romance/ooc">Developing True Romance</a></li><li><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/127735-gming-101/ooc">GMing 101</a></li><li><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/139808-gming-201-randomization-world-narratives-lla/ooc">Gming 201</a></li><li><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/137477-lady-as-templates-for-use/ooc">Pre-Coded Templates</a></li></ul></div></div>━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━<br><div class="bb-center"><sup><font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">My Main RP Peeps</span></font></sup></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=""> [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/dragoknighte">@Dragoknighte</a></li><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/nallore">@Nallore</a></li><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/sigil">@Sigil</a></li><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/rivaan">@Rivaan</a></li><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/onl">@ONL</a></li><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/romero">@Romero</a></li><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/remipa-awesome">@Remipa Awesome</a></li><li><a class="bb-mention" href="/users/the-grey-dust">@The Grey Dust</a></li></ul></div></div>━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━<br><div class="bb-center"><sup><font color="#a2d39c"><span class="bb-b">Everything Else</span></font></sup></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name=""> [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5012946">Mausoleum Of Machinations - 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