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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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Bio

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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Physical Description
Jimmy Androvski is like his dad—tall and with broad shoulders. At 5’11”, he’s above the average height but not obscenely tall. His hair is ginger with bright green eyes to accompany them, and his hair is cut short and styled upward. This doesn’t help much with a lack of confidence in his stride and general slouch, especially when yelling is involved.

In Pariah Online Jimmy has tried to erase any sort of bashful perception of his being. A cocky smile replaces an insecure grin, he walks upright with far more muscle added to his appearance. If there’s a hero he could envision, that’s who he wants to represent in this fantasy world that his sister dragged him into. He doesn’t mind, as made abundant by how strong and proud the Kansas native carries himself as Siegfried, the Hero-Blacksmith of Thorinn.

Character Conceptualization
Siegfried’s experience with Pariah Online has been largely positive. He’s logged half as much hours as his younger sister, whom he’s been worried about since he left home to go to college. With his father sick and his mother stressed out he understands why his sister has become sort of a shut-in with a lot of desire for socialization. He understands that more than anything. He’s here to help.

His sister’s avatar, Sif, mainlines a support role so he figured picking big strong and stupid would help her have someone to depend on and hide behind. Fortunately, Siegfried isn’t all that much different from Jimmy and he fit the demand for a brawn-before-brains type of playstyle and he knows his sister appreciates it. Some people have come to know Siegfried as a dependable, if flawed tank in dungeon queues, but having a specialist of a blacksmith on your side also comes in handy, too. He just hasn’t found the right fit group-wise for both him and his sister.

He’s hoping that’ll change soon.

Spells & Spell-like Abilities
TBD

Other Information
N/A


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Physical Description
Elizabeth Androvski has always felt like she was a porcelain doll, meant for cabinets and showrooms and nothing else. She’s won spelling bees and in her High School is one of the smartest students present, earning straight A’s across the board. It hasn’t changed how her mother treats her, especially following her father’s continuing fight with cancer. Her hair is worn long and bland, the brown strands stopping before her boring brown eyes with conservative, boring clothing. Her school has a strict dress code so that isn’t different, either. She didn’t really have any way to express herself or make friends who cared about her until she won a copy of Pariah Online in an essay contest.

It changed her life and how she presented herself. Her hair strewn into twintails like an anime protagonist. A quiet confidence. Accessories galore. Style. She finally feels seen and comfortable in her own skin. She actually can laugh. She hasn’t smiled outside of Pariah Online since before her older brother left for college.

Character Conceptualization
Sif is a spellsword who specializes in lighting the way, or at least that’s how she describes her character.

She’s been involved in the game a long while, but not long enough she was there on the very first day the game launched. Still, she’s become recognized as a pretty capable support player who is as helpful as she is kind. She also has a reputation for being a brainy know-it-all. She’s barely dabbled with her profession, but she has found that she doesn’t need to be an expert to know how to perfectly optimize her class. Most of the time, she holds groups with her brother due to the fact she’s made so many friends and the sad reality that some players have taken advantage of her penchant for kindness and charity.

She’s likeable enough and despite her brother oftentimes being a bit too much of a brother she has found plenty of opportunities to enjoy, explore, and succeed in a world completely unlike the one outside of Pariah Online. She hopes that she can find a group that will accept her and her brother for all their faults and strengths and experience the world together.

Spells & Spell-like Abilities
Armor of the Unseen Eye
An Protection Magic spell that creates a bubble like ward that soaks damage until its threshold breaks. Can be held, though is arduous in draining the caster's stamina.

Vigorous Restoration
A combination of Manifestation Magic and Restoration Magic that creates a magical sphere that shoots through allies like a bullet resulting in boosting their stamina. More taxing depending on how many targets are restored and how long the caster holds the sphere.

Other Information
N/A


Location: Corridor Pathways, Fortuna | In Transit



“Fuck! Fuck. Fuck! Stupid piece of shit.” Maerve Puckett howled as she looked up at the ceiling in irritation, pressing her elbows on the workbench in the Fortuna’s weapons armory.

The pink-haired girl had a reputation on the Fortuna ever since she joined their band of merry men cruising the galaxy for the next great paycheck. She hadn’t missed Luon Prime much, given the distaste she had for anything that reminded her of her parents. Her mother had passed away from stress when she was nineteen and her father got killed like tin stars tended to get killed when she was a kid. There really wasn’t anything back there and she was happy to commit to the Fortuna long term. The Fortuna perhaps wondered if they should’ve taken her at all as a member of their crew. There was two modes with Maeve as far as people could tell: angry and angry. She swore worse than anyone else on the crew, constantly yelled and annoyingly complained, and threatened inanimate objects as much as she threatened animate ones.

A good pilot. A good gunner. Just difficult.

Currently she was trying to modify a Tiberius King 17-B5, one of her go-to weapons, a rifle that used a particle ionizer to create blasts of thermal heat. Problem was, her Tiberius King 17-B5 was on the fritz and not firing reliably so she did what anybody else would do and took it to the armor and grabbed a toolkit and got to work fixing the problem. While being no gunsmith herself, Maeve still knew how to tend, fix, and modify her standard equipment. It just so happened that the ionizer and some of the other parts of the gun wasn’t agreeing with her and it was making her very upset; what some would call a 6 out of 10 for Maeve’s threshold for being mad. There was a chart on the wall with a spinning wheel in the barracks just for making fun of her anger threshold.

She sighed, running her hands through her shoulder length hair as she looked back down and grabbed another tool and started messing with the gun again. “C’mon, fuckin’ waster junk…”

And then the ionizer crackled and a large spark of electricity spun at her.

“Fuck you!”

The words roared through the armory and into the halls beside them, as she continued to ardently fix her rifle, including not getting hurt by any of the malfunctions with said rifle. It was going to be a minute before she forced it the firearm to listen to her.


Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



“How many of us are gonna be needed for this investigation stuff, anyway? Kalie’s feeling sick after the dungeon, so she’s resting. Gonna be up to us to get done what we need to get done.”

Siegfried was worried, but he decided not to show it. Kalie had come back from the dungeon with Rael, Graves, and Alja well enough but it seemed like she needed a rest day, so after a quick chat in the marketplace Siegfried felt the need to remind himself to mention she wasn’t doing so good to the group. He doubted Kazuki needed to go heal her up or anything, she was still dealing with stuff that Siegfried didn’t feel like prying about.

“I’m not keen on playing Batman with you guys, so you can do that while I help with anything we need back here. There's a forge at me and Sif's place, anyway.” He looked at Kazuki, “I’m gonna need to start raking in the dough if I’m going to keep our house. I hope your plan to get through to the queen works, but if it doesn't I need to do what I do.”

His sister nodded, “To summarize, based on the information discussed we need to work on this investigation, network with other wayfarer guilds and people we know, collect world quests, communicate with craftsman organizations in the city, and try to talk with the queen. I’d also suggest helping Artemis here with anything she needs as well as meeting up with Mystic Prophecy and checking up on Priscilica and the others. I suppose we should figure out who is doing what and in what order?”



Location: The Laughing Worg Tavern -- The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria



Rael sighed, “Yeah, sure, I guess.”

Not everybody’s you. The words cut like a knife, even if it wasn’t the intention. Rael, or rather Hanako’s own mind worked against her. Not every person in Pariah was a sociopathic monster with no friends. Not everyone was happy to be here. Not afraid. Not broken. It was a thought she kept coming back to, and it was hard to combat it. She had no friends, even if they called her one at the table, and sometimes made her felt needed.

Rael took a drink of some watered down wine, listening to others engage with the conversation. The noise in her head didn’t help, but she didn’t act like she was shut down or hurt by it.

“Maybe, people just need to realize the situation they are in. I dunno. Your idea about changing vocation is something, though. Pretty smart, if people want to hire wayfarers for denizen work.”
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