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Vindication comes, so too does peace of mind as I close one chapter and open a new one.
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Sometimes I lie awake dreaming of being as consistent in this hobby as I was ten years ago.
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Quality posting is far better than needless novels, yet one should never neglect detail when one feels the need.
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if you're petty with me
be prepared to deal with
the most crazy bitch
you've ever met
be prepared to deal with
the most crazy bitch
you've ever met
Micki | 34 (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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Always sad to see another one fall out of love with the hobby. Hope life treats you well, Bork.
Post on my end coming today. Hopefully.
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Location: The Raft - Visiting Room
Post #2: How Long Are We Gonna Do This?
Those same old words.
The thoughts play in her mind like a tape on loop. Every time she came up to the prison they were ready, like god was refusing to let her forget.
Truthfully, the stress had been getting to her for a long time. It wasn’t just the last thirty days, but the long strain of years-and-years of dealing with a world that wanted her dead. Even with being seen as a member of the X-Men certain people still threw rocks at her head. The irony was the worst stress came from the people she cared about most. Scott lectured her when she messed up. Xavier admonished her in front of anyone if it’d put her in her place. Her own boyfriend would rather sit in prison than be with her.
It wasn’t fair.
She takes a deep breath, her eyes forward.
In many ways her feelings hadn’t changed from when she was a teenager. She was furious… but she was also lonely, scared, and anxious.
She wonders what Alex thinks of her. She’s said so many things in the last five years, showing how vulnerable and uncompromising she was. She felt awful about it. He always told her to look forward while giving her a look like he’s about to say something that’d destroy her. He never says it. She’s grateful that he doesn’t, but she can smell it like a shark smells blood in the water. He probably wants her to move on, but moving on is the last thing she needs. He’s all she has left: Her mentor didn’t respect her; her friends didn’t get her; and her father had disowned her. Almost killed her.
The only thing she really had was helping people from mutants who were even more scared or confused than she was. That and those who had been emboldened by the hate that the world swung at them, becoming shadows of her father in the process. The only thing she had was being a member of the X-Men, and that was… gone too. As of a few weeks ago.
She had not been taking it well.
“The Professor took me off the team.” She utters, looking back down at the table, ashamed, “Told me I was no good.”
An exaggeration, but not that steep of one.
A few days after she had talked to Alex last Xavier had called her into his office with Scott and Jean. In the most diplomatic way he told her she was off the team and that Jean and Scott were worried about her. They didn’t say a word, but when her eyes met theirs it told Lorna exactly how much they agreed with him. Absolutely. One Hundred Percent. It was followed by telling her she needed to ‘be better’ and ‘lead by example’. Then suddenly she was assigned as Sunfire’s teacher’s aide.
A week later, one of her students, a peppy teenager named Kitty Pryde, took her spot on the team she had been so abruptly fired from.
“I… he’s… what…” she tries to find the words. She fails to before Alex’s voice cuts her off.
Last Month -- 2023
“What’s new?”
Past Lorna clasped her hands together and let out a deep sigh.
“I’m not cut out to be a teacher.” she says, bluntly, as she looks flatly at the table, “I keep thinking of everything going on outside and I can’t stop being angry. It’s so hard. How can I inspire anybody when the world is almost ready to put them in concentration camps? Xavier keeps warning me about my temper. In front of Jean and Scott. Making a fool of me.”
The thoughts play in her mind like a tape on loop. Every time she came up to the prison they were ready, like god was refusing to let her forget.
Truthfully, the stress had been getting to her for a long time. It wasn’t just the last thirty days, but the long strain of years-and-years of dealing with a world that wanted her dead. Even with being seen as a member of the X-Men certain people still threw rocks at her head. The irony was the worst stress came from the people she cared about most. Scott lectured her when she messed up. Xavier admonished her in front of anyone if it’d put her in her place. Her own boyfriend would rather sit in prison than be with her.
It wasn’t fair.
First Visit -- February 2018
“It’s not fair!”
There’s tears in her eyes. Lorna’s five years younger; she’s still a teenager, though barely.
A chair swings over Alex’s head. The guards give a hearty laugh, though they keep their distance. They know if Lorna did anything crazy she wouldn’t be able to come back ever again. Plus, they like the mutants squabbling. It’s fun sport for them.
“You’re a hero! Yet you want to be here? What? Why? Because you feel guilty that you were tricked by him? Why don’t you feel guilty about abandoning me?!”
She takes a deep breath, her eyes forward.
In many ways her feelings hadn’t changed from when she was a teenager. She was furious… but she was also lonely, scared, and anxious.
She wonders what Alex thinks of her. She’s said so many things in the last five years, showing how vulnerable and uncompromising she was. She felt awful about it. He always told her to look forward while giving her a look like he’s about to say something that’d destroy her. He never says it. She’s grateful that he doesn’t, but she can smell it like a shark smells blood in the water. He probably wants her to move on, but moving on is the last thing she needs. He’s all she has left: Her mentor didn’t respect her; her friends didn’t get her; and her father had disowned her. Almost killed her.
The only thing she really had was helping people from mutants who were even more scared or confused than she was. That and those who had been emboldened by the hate that the world swung at them, becoming shadows of her father in the process. The only thing she had was being a member of the X-Men, and that was… gone too. As of a few weeks ago.
She had not been taking it well.
“The Professor took me off the team.” She utters, looking back down at the table, ashamed, “Told me I was no good.”
An exaggeration, but not that steep of one.
A few days after she had talked to Alex last Xavier had called her into his office with Scott and Jean. In the most diplomatic way he told her she was off the team and that Jean and Scott were worried about her. They didn’t say a word, but when her eyes met theirs it told Lorna exactly how much they agreed with him. Absolutely. One Hundred Percent. It was followed by telling her she needed to ‘be better’ and ‘lead by example’. Then suddenly she was assigned as Sunfire’s teacher’s aide.
A week later, one of her students, a peppy teenager named Kitty Pryde, took her spot on the team she had been so abruptly fired from.
“I… he’s… what…” she tries to find the words. She fails to before Alex’s voice cuts her off.
Heya, sorry I was just waiting on a completed sheet to be able to judge it. If I've missed it can you link and I'll have a look x
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Location: The Raft - Visiting Room
Post #1: His Penance
“You’re back again.”
Lorna Dane sighs, as the words of the prison guard swung at her like a well placed punch to the stomach.
She thought she’d be used to it by now, but by all consideration she had been having a pretty shitty ten months. She had no love for the bought-and-paid-for prison monkeys, or their comments and prying eyes that latched onto her like magnets.
“I bet it gets real lonely, huh?” The man chirps again. His uniform tags read ‘H. Taylor’. He’s unkempt, the kind of guy that would say something to a girl to make her run as far away as she possibly can. She can’t stand him, even after years of dealing with his remarks about her, Alex, or mutants in general. He’s a racist. He fits right in with the rest of The Raft’s detail. “Man, you’re some girl. Loyal. When are you going to give up on him?”
“Never.”
It had been five years since M-Day, the incident that still had its claws deep inside of her.
Her father, the mutant extremist known as Magneto, had initiated an attack that had ended with his capture and that of all of his accomplices. This included that of her boyfriend, Alex Summers, or as the world knew him: Havok.
The Raft had been built to hold mutants like them. People who were too dangerous for civilized society. People who technically, by legal definition were not ‘human’ so were not privy to ‘human rights’. That was the quiet part that nobody, not even her mentor, Charles Xavier, wanted to talk about. The United States Government hadn’t exactly labeled mutants as non-human, but they hadn’t exactly subjected them to normal due process either. To Lorna, her fathers talk about Nazi Germany echoed in her mind every single time she thought about it and politicians like Robert Kelly or anti-mutant militias like The Purifiers only made the worries cycle faster and louder.
“I wonder what it's like for you. Knowing that he might not ever be cleared for release. Knowing you put him here.”
She didn’t. Not technically. But the words still cut.
M-Day was a battle for the soul of mutantkind. Were they the vicious terrorists that people like Senator Robert Kelly painted them as?, or were they defenders of humanity and mutantkind alike like Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy insisted?
It all climaxed in a final battle between her and her father. Their powers were the same, though their masteries were not at all alike. In an emotional rage she had not quite seen ever, her aloof father had tried to show her how big the gap between their powers were. She still didn’t know if he would’ve killed her, but Alex, who had switched to his side like she had once switched to Xavier’s, saved her. In a way it saved their relationship, vindicating all of her efforts to change his mind. He could’ve avoided his imprisonment in The Raft then and there, but he felt too guilty and desired to face the consequences of joining up with Magneto in the first place. She screamed and cried, but in the end it didn’t matter.
The public story was Polaris and the other X-Men stopped Magneto and the Acolytes. They didn’t know the details.
“I know you like tormenting mutants, but could you do me a solid and fuck off?”
Guardsman Taylor laughs, Lorna grits her teeth and sighs.
This visit was nearing Alex’s re-evaluation period. They probably were not going to give it to him, but that was the thing about hope–they liked dangling it in front of people.
But if somehow Xavier had enough pull that Havok could be released into his care, there’s still a piece of her inside that doubts it’d work. Her relationship had been strained by Alex’s decision and society’s reaction to her–to mutantkind, but if it was another five years she would continue to do as she had done for the last five: every single month she would make sure she saw Alex face-to-face, or behind a sheet of glass, whatever it was, until he was clear and free.
That was her promise to herself.
“Alex…” she mutters, as she sits down in the visiting room, surrounded by guards, waiting for him to finally reach her. “...where are you?”
Lorna Dane sighs, as the words of the prison guard swung at her like a well placed punch to the stomach.
She thought she’d be used to it by now, but by all consideration she had been having a pretty shitty ten months. She had no love for the bought-and-paid-for prison monkeys, or their comments and prying eyes that latched onto her like magnets.
“I bet it gets real lonely, huh?” The man chirps again. His uniform tags read ‘H. Taylor’. He’s unkempt, the kind of guy that would say something to a girl to make her run as far away as she possibly can. She can’t stand him, even after years of dealing with his remarks about her, Alex, or mutants in general. He’s a racist. He fits right in with the rest of The Raft’s detail. “Man, you’re some girl. Loyal. When are you going to give up on him?”
“Never.”
It had been five years since M-Day, the incident that still had its claws deep inside of her.
Her father, the mutant extremist known as Magneto, had initiated an attack that had ended with his capture and that of all of his accomplices. This included that of her boyfriend, Alex Summers, or as the world knew him: Havok.
The Raft had been built to hold mutants like them. People who were too dangerous for civilized society. People who technically, by legal definition were not ‘human’ so were not privy to ‘human rights’. That was the quiet part that nobody, not even her mentor, Charles Xavier, wanted to talk about. The United States Government hadn’t exactly labeled mutants as non-human, but they hadn’t exactly subjected them to normal due process either. To Lorna, her fathers talk about Nazi Germany echoed in her mind every single time she thought about it and politicians like Robert Kelly or anti-mutant militias like The Purifiers only made the worries cycle faster and louder.
“I wonder what it's like for you. Knowing that he might not ever be cleared for release. Knowing you put him here.”
She didn’t. Not technically. But the words still cut.
M-Day was a battle for the soul of mutantkind. Were they the vicious terrorists that people like Senator Robert Kelly painted them as?, or were they defenders of humanity and mutantkind alike like Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy insisted?
It all climaxed in a final battle between her and her father. Their powers were the same, though their masteries were not at all alike. In an emotional rage she had not quite seen ever, her aloof father had tried to show her how big the gap between their powers were. She still didn’t know if he would’ve killed her, but Alex, who had switched to his side like she had once switched to Xavier’s, saved her. In a way it saved their relationship, vindicating all of her efforts to change his mind. He could’ve avoided his imprisonment in The Raft then and there, but he felt too guilty and desired to face the consequences of joining up with Magneto in the first place. She screamed and cried, but in the end it didn’t matter.
The public story was Polaris and the other X-Men stopped Magneto and the Acolytes. They didn’t know the details.
“I know you like tormenting mutants, but could you do me a solid and fuck off?”
Guardsman Taylor laughs, Lorna grits her teeth and sighs.
This visit was nearing Alex’s re-evaluation period. They probably were not going to give it to him, but that was the thing about hope–they liked dangling it in front of people.
But if somehow Xavier had enough pull that Havok could be released into his care, there’s still a piece of her inside that doubts it’d work. Her relationship had been strained by Alex’s decision and society’s reaction to her–to mutantkind, but if it was another five years she would continue to do as she had done for the last five: every single month she would make sure she saw Alex face-to-face, or behind a sheet of glass, whatever it was, until he was clear and free.
That was her promise to herself.
“Alex…” she mutters, as she sits down in the visiting room, surrounded by guards, waiting for him to finally reach her. “...where are you?”
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“Tried it Dad's way. Tried it Xavier's way. Think I'm trying it my way this time.”
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Lorna Dane _________________________________________________________ Teacher (Xavier Institute) | 24 | Acolytes, X-Men, X-Factor _________________________________________________________ Westchester | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S T I M E L I N E T I M E L I N E | C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T When Lorna Dane turned against her father, she thought it was the right move. She was a teenager and Charles Xavier just knew how to appeal to the sense of good inside her, assuring her that her father - whom she had just reconnected with - did not have her best interests at heart. Translation: He was really good at manipulating her. And for years, she listened to the telepath’s advice. Attended Mutant High School. Even served on the X-Men for awhile. That is, until the elder mutant realized how Lorna was struggling with her own thoughts. The longer her father sat under watch at The Raft the more she doubted herself. Eventually, Charles suggested some time away from the team to get her bearings and focus on leading the younger students and to lead by example. Translation: She no longer was needed to play in Erik and Charles’ sordid little chess match. She obviously didn’t take it well. For the past few months Lorna has taken the role of a teacher at the Xavier Institute as well as one of the rotating Danger Room instructors. Since her time as an active member of the X-Men has ended she has continued to act independently when needed, though generally she’s starting to think as the world is getting more dangerous for her kind that Xavier’s going to need to greenlight other teams. This led her to the idea of proposing a team of her own, not only to give her autonomy but so she doesn’t feel like she’s sitting on her thumbs all the time. Unbeknownst to her, she’s even more right than she realizes. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) With this game focusing heavily on the mutant conflicts what I want to do here is tap into that. With a few friends asking me to make a mutant-oriented character to help bounce off of them, I’ve also taken a long look at the mutant lore presented as well as other active characters. I think Polaris is the right fit for me here. If I can coordinate with the Havok player there’s some personalized stuff to handle, but I can also engage with the active X-Men team in scenes where both of us are present, so there’s that. Overall, this is more of a reactive character than a solo character – but I do have plans for forming X-Factor, coming to blows with The Purifiers, the Brotherhood of Mutants, and other antagonists. I won’t just be waiting to see what is happening. If the RP is lively, I can collaborate and contribute. That’s my pitch. |
i'm still standing
Sample's done. Not sure if I like it. But it's up.
Edit: Aged Lorna up so Alex and Lorna's age gap in the past wasn't weird.
Edit: Aged Lorna up so Alex and Lorna's age gap in the past wasn't weird.
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