Committed vehicular manslaughter on my way to work this morning. RIP the squirrel who ran out in front of my car. You were very squirrelly
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*busts down door* I'm alive! *shocked audience gasps*
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Contrary to popular beelief, bees are democratic socialists. --paraphrasing the Beeginner Beekeeping course I took online
Bio
Hello! I'm...
🦋 Lu 🦋
she/her 23 years old
I began role-playing in like~ 2012 in a Warrior Cats forum. I RPed consistently there for a few years before playing cats lost me, and I moved on to... not RP for several years, continually joining forums followed by never getting into the swing of things. And here I am!
Fantasy High, low, medieval, modern, doesn't matter I'm in. Romance ♡Queer, esp. WLW♡, all fluff, no smut (fade to black is fine!) Adventure Yes, please! Mystery Yes, please! Slice-of-Life Gonna have to be an amazing premise to get me to go back to school, so maybe. Sci-Fi I don't have any experience with this genre, but I'm very interested! Horror Meh.
Time: Early Morning, Location: Traveling to Dawnhaven / Communal Hotspring
She climbed off the stagecoach, weary from the long trip to Dawnhaven from her childhood home. She was still on the outskirts of town and would be walking the rest of the way. The stagedriver unceremoniously dropped her two bags on the ground beside her pointed in the direction of Dawnhaven with only an "umf". She was about to offer him her thanks when he whipped the horses in motion. Her clothes were rumpled, and her hair was unruly after the long trip. Anathema attempted to smooth her dress and coat, a new, blue-grey, woolen bulk to which she had not yet become accustomed, and attempted to tame her frizzled curls before giving up. She would just have to hope that her ruffled appearance would be forgiven today and forgotten tomorrow. Sighing, Anathema patted her journal, safely stored in the generous pocket of her dress, and gathered her minimal luggage.
She began to meander in the general direction of her new lodging. Anathema tried to make a mental map, tried to be aware of her surroundings, tried to know where her feet took her, and oh how she tried. She was tired and her body was stiff from the hours spent in the jostling stage. In a way, the walking felt good--restorative. She made no mental map, she was largely unaware of her surroundings, she wasn't sure where her feet were leading. She stopped. Her honey eyes surveyed her surroundings languidly, her feet had led her to a hotspring.
'Maybe...' the thought faltered and trailed off before its full formation.
The air surrounding the hotspring was warm and humid. For the first time since she had left Aurelia, the home of her birth, Anathema felt the swelling knot of homesickness catch in her throat. She wondered if Dawnhaven would become home. She promised herself to write to her parents when she settled for the night, they would like to know she arrived safely. They hadn't been happy when she had told them she was leaving; there had been tears, yelling, even begging. Anathema thought of the sunny, silken scarf her mother had gifted her at their parting. Yellows and oranges, trimmed in gold tread, to remember Aurelia--and them.
'Maybe my feet knew I needed to come here.' she finished her earlier thought, moisture beginning to collect on her brow.
She dropped her luggage and shedded her new coat, her shoes and stockings, leaving them neatly gathered on the bank of the spring. She stepped into the spring, rewarding her feet for having brought her here. Then, as she flexed her toes in the water, she noticed someone else at the hotspring not so far off from where Anathema stood now. Anathema's face grew hot from under her skin.
"I am so sorry." She balked, sweeping her dress up in once hand to keep it above the water as she waded closer to the someone else, "How rude of me! I am Anathema."
@The Savant, sorry for the delay in my reply and thank you so very much for your offer. I'm certainly open to any guidance, including a writing buddy. To be frank, I simply wasn't sure how to begin, went awol and spent a couple days just devouring books, and have just now revisited the site(oops).
There is, of course, no such thing as a fallen woman, unless we are speaking of a woman who recently tripped on the stairs. One of the most difficult elements of this world is the way its social rules are simultaneously rigid and arbitrary. It is impermissible to engage in physical love before binding legal marriage, unless one is a young man of means. Men must be bold and assertive, but only if they are light-skinned. Any persons may fall in love regardless of station, but only if one is a woman and the other a man. I urge you not to navigate your own life by such faulty borders, my dear. There are, after all, other worlds.
Short Bio: Anathema comes from a middle class family of merchants and scholars. Her inquisitive mind and natural affinity for healing magic led her to pursue the study of healing magic; how to improve the abilities of healers, and to grasp a better understanding of their abilities. Well within the borders of Aurelia, Anathema had never seen a blight-born with her own eyes, but had heard rumors which piqued her curiosity. Her mind rattled with questions, chief of which being: How? When she heard of Dawnhaven, she packed her bags and no protesting from her mother and father would stop her from going. Anathema is determined to assist in studying the blight-born in the hopes of discovering a way to turn back the blight as well as for evidence in her personal research.
Misc: Despite her deeply religious upbringing, Anathema questions the existence of the goddesses, and whether or not they are deserving of reverence if they do exist. She believes that the study of the blight, the blight-born, and the miasma may somehow provide insight into the true origin of magic. Anathema keeps a leather-bound journal, written in code, for her private theories, evidence that may support them as well as counter evidence that may negate them (she is nothing if not thorough). She is very protective of this journal, keeping it on her person at all times.
Cassandra "Cass" Myselii
Age: 22
Appearance:
Height: 5'9" Weight: 120 lbs
Race: Blightborn
Kingdom: Lunaris
Role: Seamstress
Blightborn Traits: Cassandra drains mana, in order to do this, she must lay hand upon a magic user. When she is consuming one's mana, they will begin to feel fatigued and will experience lowered magical ability until they've adequately rested. Recovery will vary depending on the ability of the individual and how much Cass consumed. Bioluminescence: Cass's once light blonde hair is now bioluminescent blue. Typically, this is a neutral quality, but may prove helpful or harmful depending upon the situation. For instance, it may be helpful to see in the darkness, but stealth is entirely impossible. Spores: Cass can release toxic spores. These spores cause irritation to the eyes and sensitive skin, and induces a comatose state lasting several hours among those who inhale the spores. She may use this both as self defense or to imobilize prey. Freed spores often sprout short-lived, bioluminescent mushrooms. These mushrooms are toxic, eating one will result in vomiting, diarrhea, fever, and chills most often followed by death. Slow Moving: Cass is normally slow moving. Her walking speed is sluggish, her running speed is the equivalent to a power walk. She is capable of the speed and strength common among blightborns, but only in short bursts followed by a lengthy recovery, often a few minutes activity at this level will require a couple days' recovery--longer if she has not recently consumed mana.
Magic: N/A
Short Bio: Cass grew up the middlemost child of five in a loving, but woefully poor family in a village farflung from the Lunaris capital. Her family made sure food was put on the table by hunting and foraging to supplement her father's and mother's meager incomes as a carpenter and seamstress.
It was when she got lost, moving farther and farther from home as she was foraging, that she succumbed to the blight. She awoke surrounded by glowing, blue mushrooms under the miasma. It was a week before she made her way home, changed, and her parents urged her to leave once again for the family's safety. The village of her childhood has since been emptied out due to the encroaching blight. After spending a year feral, Cass heard of Dawnhaven and began her slow journey.
Misc: Cassandra loves animals and adopted a stray cat whom she calls Butternut. She is very careful not to release spores in his vicinity.
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[Center]Hello! I'm...
[H1]🦋[color=pink] Lu [/color]🦋[/h1]
she/her
23 years old
I began role-playing in like~ 2012 in a Warrior Cats forum. I RPed consistently there for a few years before playing cats lost me, and I moved on to... not RP for several years, continually joining forums followed by never getting into the swing of things. And here I am!
[Hider=Genres n such]
[b]Fantasy[/b]
High, low, medieval, modern, doesn't matter I'm in.
[b]Romance[/b]
♡Queer, esp. WLW♡, all fluff, no smut (fade to black is fine!)
[b]Adventure[/b]
Yes, please!
[B]Mystery[/b]
Yes, please!
[B]Slice-of-Life[/b]
Gonna have to be an amazing premise to get me to go back to school, so maybe.
[b]Sci-Fi[/b]
I don't have any experience with this genre, but I'm very interested!
[B]Horror[/b]
Meh.[/hider]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br><div class="bb-center">Hello! I'm...<br><div class="bb-h1">🦋<font color="pink"> Lu </font>🦋</div><br>she/her<br>23 years old<br><br>I began role-playing in like~ 2012 in a Warrior Cats forum. I RPed consistently there for a few years before playing cats lost me, and I moved on to... not RP for several years, continually joining forums followed by never getting into the swing of things. And here I am!<br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Genres n such">Genres n such [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><span class="bb-b">Fantasy</span> <br>High, low, medieval, modern, doesn't matter I'm in.<br><span class="bb-b">Romance</span> <br>♡Queer, esp. WLW♡, all fluff, no smut (fade to black is fine!)<br><span class="bb-b">Adventure</span> <br>Yes, please!<br><span class="bb-b">Mystery</span><br>Yes, please!<br><span class="bb-b">Slice-of-Life</span><br>Gonna have to be an amazing premise to get me to go back to school, so maybe.<br><span class="bb-b">Sci-Fi</span> <br>I don't have any experience with this genre, but I'm very interested!<br><span class="bb-b">Horror</span><br>Meh.</div></div><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="Favorites (in no particular order)">Favorites (in no particular order) [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">Bread<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>Dogs<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>Plushes<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>Books</div></div></div><br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><br></div>