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3 mos ago
Current If you like Full Metal Panic give Fafner in the Azure a shot as well!
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3 mos ago
If you aren't angry, you aren't conscious.
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3 mos ago
I think I have my writing confidence back. Feels like centuries since I could string together sentences.
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5 mos ago
🐶 Harvey (2009-2024)
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2 yrs ago
Vindication comes, so too does peace of mind as I close one chapter and open a new one.
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if you're petty with me

be prepared to deal with

the most crazy bitch

you've ever met


Micki | 35 (b. 1988) | Detroit | INTJ
Biromantic Demisexual | Bipolar/Manic-Depressive



Hi. I'm a role-player/writer who has spent over twenty-one years in this hobby.

I will pretty much write anything as long as my partner is cool with my inconsistent posting pace and momentum. I'm pretty sociable and I make dumb jokes all the time. My favorite things to write is capeshit, anime, space operas, horror, and slice of life/mundane drama. My writing level leans toward minimalism, but I try to give my partners/groups more than enough to work off of. I like to think I am pretty flexible.

I like cinema, music, and animation just as much as I like writing with people. My biggest hobby after writing is pop media analysis. Ask me questions or for suggestions and I'm sure to have something for you. 😎😎😎

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Interacting With: Scout, Mitchell | Location: Delbrook School Grounds


Ashlyn Czajkowski, AJ to her friends, did not have the greatest summer.

Everybody on the Delbrook Basketball Team knew it. Every teacher. Hell, probably half of the school knew it. The shadow of the deaths of three girls, all fairly popular, included that of AJ’s best friend. Britney Cooper. Coop. The other two girls were also friends, but not teammates and certainly not fixtures in AJ’s life since she was in the 3rd Grade. AJ’s demeanor had certainly changed for the worse and people were going to notice. Some would even justify it. The blonde's parents were pretty understanding and had given her a wide berth.

She had quit her job. Opted out of summer basketball programs. From June to September, the transition had been noticeable at home. Mostly. Her cousin, Scout, hadn’t really known her. Ever. AJ’s dad had moved from North Dakota ages ago to make it big in Hollywood and while the dream didn’t exactly work out, he kept in touch with his roots. When Scout ended up staying in one of the spare bedrooms AJ didn’t think much of it. Another mouth to feed. Another body to avoid. Which is something she would’ve done if her parents didn’t make her promise to help her cousin out. Get her used to Long Beach. To Delbrook. Be as nice as she could be.

AJ didn’t break promises. But “as nice as you can be” was not particularly welcoming. But it was whatever. Scout wasn’t exactly someone that was all that intrusive. She may as well had been a ghost.

“This shit is still fucking dumb.” She'd remark about the festival when Ms. Goldman was out of earshot. Not that she cared about a warning from language. She didn't care about much at the moment.

AJ's eyes moved over to Scout, their mannerisms oddly similar despite the experience being brand new to one of them. Hands tucked in her pockets, an aura of disinterest. As she moved over she saw another student, a boy, approach. AJ recognized him as one of the transfers from last year, though the two of them had never explicitly interacted. His name was something Wolfe. Woulfe. She moved a strand of hair from her face as she moved toward her cousin and her new acquaintance. Had to help Scout get acclimated, after all.

“Another year of the freak show. Same old Delbrook.” She remarked to Scout and indirectly, Mitchell. “Never makes any sense.”




I have this fear that breeds in me
And I don't know where it fits
I've got this funny way of acting like
I never give a shit







I'm not trying to win
I'm just trying to finish
I don't know when it ends
But I'm counting the minutes







See, someone said, "Don't drink her potions"
She'll kiss your neck with no emotions
When she's mean, you know you love it
'Cause she tastes so sweet, don't sugarcoat it







So if we're not keeping silent
If we just let it surface
Something surely comes to set us free

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Marina Watercrest was born twenty-four years ago on a cold abhorrent winter night in a royal infirmary on the island of Galma in the Imperial Sea.

Marina’s parents were an unlikely pair, but circumstances had brought them together for a time and Marina’s birth had cemented things where they had been uncertain only months prior. But such happiness was temporary, as such Marina would learn some years later. That aside, Marina had the typical childhood of a girl born into wealth and prestige. Marina’s parents were not forgettable in terms of the grand scheme of things. Marina was a child who was subject to inherit legacies from both sides and she knew it pretty much from the moment she could comprehend thought. After all, her father was not only a member of the emperor’s inner circle but also a powerful fleet admiral who was in control of the entire northern naval forces. Her mother’s legacy wasn’t as immediately recognizable, but the stories of the most famous adventurers that the Southern Sea ever produced was something of an inspiration for Marina when she was very young. Who needed tall tales of heroes she had never met or seen when her mother was standing right in front of her?

Though such idolization changed when on the eighth anniversary of Marina’s birth her mother vanished from her life with little explanation beyond a Southern Sea ornament that was left on Marina’s bed. It would be a birthday that Marina would never forget.

For the rest of her childhood, Marina’s father took the reins of her guardianship completely and utterly. Marina began being forcefully taught how to be the ideal soldier from everything down from posture to physicality. Her education in aether became more rigid and constant, her instruction in etiquette and knowledge became meticulous. Admiral Adonius Terrec IV Watercrest had no room for error. Some children would’ve seen such expectations and attention overwhelming, but Marina rose to the challenge. She didn’t want to lose the only parent she had left. Such determination would continue until she was accepted into the Imperial Fleet Academy for Future Cadets (IFAFC) at the age of twelve.

Upon leaving imperial fleet academy, Marina has thought hard about what she wants to do with her life. Initially her immediate family championed for her to join the imperial naval right out of the academy, but for reasons only known to Marina, she opted to explore the world on her own terms instead which has resulted in a more fufilling career path despite Marina still finding herself unsatisified by all definitions of the word.

Her first escapades started as an independent diver and adventurer, sailing in the Imperial Sea away from the trappings of imperial mandates and expectations. She found something comforting about being the designer of her own destiny–about not being stuck on an imperial cruiser doing menial tasks and grunt work. And for one of the first times in her life people didn’t care who her parents were and what they did. Marina was Marina, not Marina Watercrest or Marina Everdeep. Being a member of a diver’s guild was freeing and without trappings of what legacy she was part of. For a time the only legacy that mattered was her own and there was nobody who could take that away from her. Or at least that was what she thought before her group was stricken with a great calamity that led Marina to leave the Imperial Sea.

It has been one year since Marina resigned from the Imperial Sea's divers guild and has since relocated to another sea. She hopes for a new start as she still continues to search for answers and perhaps other things.
Understandable. I'm still here for the ride though, but I feel like I was adding onto derailment in a sense as well, so I might try and find my way back into the main path just to make the story branch more cleanly.

Glad things are starting to stabilize a bit as well~

Assuming Erode is okay with continuing on, I think I'd be glad to hashing this out.
Think we're waiting on ya again, Ink.

Alright I owe you and everyone else an explanation. Hokum is still in a life hole, but at the time this was happening my computer broke down (completely, unusable) abd by the time it fixed I had a extre depressive episode which has had underlying effects on me for the entire Summer. I suffer from seasonal affective disorder and this is not meant to excuse my absence but explain it.

I love Enter. It’s one of my favorite RP concepts. But I just broke down. For the last month I’ve been slowly trying to get back into a writing space (been moderately successful in one RP) and I’ve finally mustered the courage to reach out and see how everyone is doing and explain my absence even though it looks like I ghosted and moved on which is very much not the case. With these series of episodes behind me I’d like to continue if it is in the interest of the group to do so, otherwise I’ll have to revisit this when parties involved want to. I can answer any questions needed.
Rise from your grave

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