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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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Location: Mizushima Gaming Corporation, Tokyo, Japan



“Should we tell them?”

There was a quiet unease that could be felt in the server room, a long pause emanating between the towering shadows of the computer servers and the administrators who had been sent in to investigate the anomalies in the system—anomalies that would have far-reaching consequences that the company at large was not prepared for. In short, the company that provided a unique virtual reality experience for the general public for a whole year without any major issues had suddenly run into an error that could’ve brought attention to them in the form of litigation and financial ruin. This concern being that the players that were currently logged into Pariah Online were at serious risk in that the integrity of their safety had been compromised; compromised to the point of actual risk of death beyond the simulation.

It was every virtual reality designer’s worst nightmare.

“They deserve to know.”

The other administrator looked to his ‘partner’, a scowl forming on his lips. “Do you want to cause a panic?”

The idea to inform the active playerbase that they could lose their lives if they perished in the game was a double-edged sword; but really, both administrators knew that even if they didn’t tell them they would find out as soon as their healing wards no longer worked on reviving their comrades. It was the kind of scenario that was a legitimate horror movie to the people inside the company and those who had invested into the innovative experiment in the first place. Pariah couldn’t fail—too much money had been put into it and not enough money had been made off it. If the efforts of the administrative team failed to locate an issue and solve it, both of the two people in the server room knew it would be them, not the board, who would be the fall guy for the colossal breach in public safety and trust. It would be them who would be offered up to the proverbial guillotine.

Maybe even the actual guillotine.

“We’re going to have a panic if we don’t.”

There was another pause.

“I am aware.”

The older Japanese man sighed as he went over the data again. He’d have to compose a proper message and have one of the attendants carry it out. But what kind of words wouldn’t result in the game world being at risk? If he said the wrong thing people would die. If he didn’t say anything at all? Well, it would be almost as bad. They didn’t train you for these kind of perils, but he supposed that was the problem with building a game around the technology they had gotten their hands on. He still didn’t completely understand it. Only the creator of the technology did and he had disappeared months ago; a disappearance that made him wonder if it was connected to the glitch infecting the system. But what reason could Toshiro Mizushima have to destroy his life's work?

It was a question he would have to ponder at a later date, at least.

He just hoped that the gamers inside the virtual world would be able to survive long enough for there to be a plan in place...



SECOND HALF POST COMING REAL SOON
R A E L
R A E L

“Nobody owes me anything. I did what I had to do.”
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
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C H A R A C T E R D A T A
C H A R A C T E R D A T A
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True Self
Hanako Moriyama

Persona
Rael

Pathos
Draethir

Role
DPS

Weapon of Choice
Spear

Domains
Conjuration
Enhancement
Lightning
Wind

Playstyle & Attitude
TBD
H A N A K O M O R I Y A M A: C O R P O R A T E H E I R
H A N A K O M O R I Y A M A: C O R P O R A T E H E I R
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R A E L: I N F A M O U S W A Y F A R E R
R A E L: I N F A M O U S W A Y F A R E R
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Rael is a problem.

But she’s also a problem solver. Very early into the first year of the virtual world Rael discovered the denizens, the NPCs that inhabited the world, had many needs. This was where she found herself in lieu with unsavory characters such as Malacius Secre who had a desire for the dungeons to not only be dealt with but for certain items inside them be transferred to his hands instead of that of any fraternity or noble house.

This pissed off many people, whom Rael often bragged to before making off with many items. Eventually it led to Rael having a black mark on her name, but guilds who refused to group up with her found themselves soon realizing that she was quickly becoming one of the more adept dungeoneers in the world. Rael certainly believed she was the best and it cemented her reputation further. The reputation of the wayfarer everyone hated, but intrinsically always wanted on their side. It became a strange double-sided sword of sorts. When she saw a double-cross coming, she enjoyed the thrill of it. She was a ‘tank’ who focused on agility and dexterity. To dodge and weave as her spear did short work of anyone who tried anything funny. Rael was confident she would always win a battle of attrition and while such a thought is hilariously overcompensating, it seems so far she has been mostly right.

It always seems to be she’s there… right when she’s needed. She likes that. She likes that a lot.





THIS SHEET IS A WORK IN PROGRESS CIRCA 7-18-24
New information to be tailored toward the reboot soon, I haven't written anything in almost a full year so give me a break.


It has been a little over a year since the virtual reality video game, Pariah Online, has become an international hit.

Designed from the studies of a yet-to-be-named cyber-neurologist, the video game was always intended to be a breakthrough in changing the way the human mind perceives things when it is in a dream-like state. During the early development of these theories and experiments, the idea of applying it to a virtual world seemed like the only sensible conclusion. The true nature of Pariah Online is hardly public knowledge for very legal and serious reasons, and for the most part, there have been no detrimental issues that endangered the people in the game or the company's legal and financial security. That is until a few hours ago, a massive glitch spread throughout the game. The ramfications of this glitch appears to be deadly and financially damning for the company. As they race across the clock to fix the issues, players locked into the virtual world are about to have everything they know about Pariah and their lives change in an instant.

With server technicians, neurologists, and software specialists trying to figure out the source of the problem, a different threat within the virtual world itself is awakening. How will these "Wayfarers" handle their responsibilities, anxieties, and doubts? Only time will tell.
What is Pariah Online?


I started Pariah Online a few years ago as an interpretation of the “trapped in a video game” trope that is so often seen in anime and manga. I looked at the works of Kazunori Ito, Mamare Touno, Ao Jumonji, and Fujino Omori as starting points – though I did want to put my own spin on it. I looked at the concepts of dreams and science fiction related to that and decided to frame a story that is tense, adventurous, and exciting.

The World As We Know It


In the world of Pariah Online, there exists a divide between the inhabitants of the world and the players who choose to interact with it.

From the moment that the players entered the world there was a tension. The inhabitants of the Kingdoms of Aetheria, otherwise known as “denizens” by the players of Pariah Online, have always looked at the powerful outsiders as a dangerous precedent but one they needed exactly at the time of their appearance. They dubbed these alien adventurers from another dimension as “wayfarers”, a fitting title given their nature as homeless vagabonds and travelers. But why would these denizens exactly need wayfarers in the first place? Why were they met with a weary welcome rather than one at the end of a sword?

The answer is not a complicated one, nor a strange or particularly unique one. Before the arrival of the wayfarers and their impeccable talents the denizens of Aetheria had been losing their heroes year-after-year to coordinated attacks from supernatural monstrosities. Their origin? Supernatural dens that would create and empower them. Supernatural dens they had come to know as “dungeons”. The wayfarers served a purpose to clear these dungeons and destroy them; as the heroes of Aetheria had done the same before them. But as more wayfarers arrived as did more dungeons and more kingdoms and cities found themselves in danger. Some denizens speculated their appearance was only making things worse, though their critique was heard on deaf ears as hordes of orcs, goblins, golems, and all sorts of monsters began to push against the walls of the cities that depended on the wayfarers to protect them in an era where heroes of their own were at an all-time low.

Even with the support of the fraternities to arm, educate, train, and direct the wayfarers, a problem continued to brew. But the Council of Monarchs saw little choice. Their hands were tied.

The Fraternities, hero-adventurer guilds that had been established for centuries, found a new life by the flood of wayfarers. Denizen recruitment had been at an all-time low and fraternity leaders saw this as a chance to return to prominence; to propagate a newfound Age of Heroes even if the heroes were men and women whom had no idea what they were doing at first and were by the denizen perception certifiably insane. The five fraternities – Draethir, Drox, Queon, Sikth, and Tyhrien – were more than happy to deal with the eccentricities of the wayfarers as long as they served their role.

And for a year, they have served that role indeed.

The Domains of Magic


According to the ancient texts dating back to before the Kingdoms of Aetheria had been raised from the earth, magic is said to have originated from the twin gods Arcanen and Primora, who have ruled over their respective fields since the dawn of all things. The two primary branches of magical study originate from these gods: the Arcane, the domain of Arcanen, and the Primordial, the domain of Primora.

The primordial domain contains all magic based upon the elements that make up the world, ranging from the ice that fills the tundra, to the fire that burns in every hearth, to the stone that makes up the very ground we walk upon and everything else in between. Primora's magic is wide and varied, possessing no shortage of uses in everyday life. When combined with utility and a little bit of creativity, there exist few bounds to the limits of magic's potential. For most Wayfarers, however, this power is seen primarily as a weapon to be used against the monsters that lurk in the depths. The offensive might of primordial magic cannot be overstated, and it is most often found at the forefront of the war for the world's survival.

The arcane domain, on the other hand, is seen more for its potential utilitarian uses than its usefulness in direct contact with the enemy. All magic that does not fit the mold of the primordial domain is typically associated with the arcane, showing a great breadth of uses: from transmutation of matter to the enhancement of the human body, enchantment of weapons, and the creation of alchemical potions, there is little that an experienced mage can't do if they have access to the proper training and tools.

When wayfarers enter the world they realize two principal things:

  • They are immediately taught by the fraternity they choose the basics of magic, just like they are taught the basics of the world. As such a fraternity mage teaches them how to use one type of primordial magic and one type of arcane magic. Beyond that, the sky's the limit depending on their interests.

  • That these magics are numerous in number and through the right applications wayfarers can combine the arcane and primordial like few spellcasters have been able to do in centuries with little practice.

Once they understand both of those principles wayfarers look to expand their horizons or focus on what they are given as specialists. The more domains someone knows, the less potent their magic, though this can be mitigated by use of potions, artifacts, and extremely enchanted items and armor. The use of magic exhausts a person’s stamina depending how powerful a spell is and how much the spellcaster’s body has been conditioned to withstand the strain of being connected to the aspects of two gods.

A list of some of the known schools of arcane and primordial magic are listed below.



The Kingdom of Aetheria


The lore of Pariah Online speaks pretty clear in its European anachronisms.

The Kingdom of Aetheria is the sole piece of central human civilization on the world of Nidus. It has been around for several centuries, dating back to when several human societies agreed to rule as one in the face of a great universal threat from beyond the veil exposed itself in its attempt to destroy all life on the planet. This abyssal creature became known as The Nameless One, its true name stricken from the records.

This creature created all things unnatural to spite the gods of Primora and Arcanum, claiming its place as a third god. The Striga, twisted corruptions of humans and abyssal corruption sought to eradicate all humanity. To pair with the Striga, The Nameless One planted demon seeds into the soil and into what were majestic, legendary creatures. The offspring of these seeds would turn into monsters and inhumans; basilisks, orcs, ogres, goblins, lycans, worgs, and so much more. At the end of the First Age the legendary heroes faced the Striga Queen and her army on the southern fields of Aladar. The Striga retreated into the darkness with their queen banished, one day plotting a return to bring about The Nameless One’s plan to feast upon the life force of all living things.

Upon the Striga Queen’s defeat, the heroes would form The Fraternities of Aetheria, hero-adventurer guilds meant to train the next great heroes in case a new Striga Queen reared its head.

Problem is, for centuries outside of aimlessly wandering monsters and inhumans, there was nothing. The other kingdoms gathered more autonomy under the King of Aetheria, turning themselves into city-states that only had loose association with one another. Eventually, the city-states agreed about a egalitarian council of monarchs over a high king, especially considering the extinction of the original imperial dynasty. While the city-state of Toraenis appointed the leader of the heroes who felled the Striga Queen as its new leader, things began to take shape. The Council of Monarchs would convene anytime the realm was in unilateral danger. Beyond that the fraternities that would found themselves in each city would continue their goals as set about by their founders, though eventually it seemed the interest in magic and heroism seemed to diminish as the centuries rolled on.

By the Fourth Age, things were mostly stable with few heroic events to keep note of. That is, until a new Striga Queen appeared, unearthed by foolish adventurers in the Great Desert. A magical burst of energy left the ruins of the Castle they were excavating and a burst of magical energy spread across the land. Strangest of all, massive structures—Dungeons—began appearing. With no heroes capable of breaking the magic from these dungeons all over Aetheria, a sense of hopelessness came over the general populace, though it did inspire a new generation of heroes. The Fraternities of Aetheria started to feel a renewed presence, though these new heroes seemed to perish and disappear as quickly as they declared against the Striga threat.

That is, until the Wayfarer’s arrived five years later.

The City-States


The Kingdom of Aetheria is divided into five kingdoms based around a central city which has its own towns, villages, and strongholds under its control. Since the defeat of the Striga Queen in the First Age the kingdom allows its subjects complete autonomy, only uniting for national matters under the Council of Monarchs. Each city-state is endorsed by a Fraternity and as such wayfarers who select different fraternities have very different experiences and are exposed to different facets of Aetherian culture.

To go in further detail, see below.






Codex


Chapterhouse
A wayfarer-owned property meant for business.

Guild of Acquisitions
Every major city in Aetheria has an Acquisitions Guild. They are the “quest boards”. Denizens operate and hand out missions here. Wayfarer’s used to use them as places to look for groups beyond solo questing, though through the lore of the setting they have other uses. You can find any freelance job list at an acquisitions guild as well as advertisements for concerts, performances, and other seasonal activities.

Fraternity Hall
A large compound that serves as a base of operations for a fraternity, the organizations descended from the original hero-adventurer guilds of eons past. They offer an information network to its members, a map of safehouses, lodging, general information, and faction-specific specialists.

Striga
A race of demihumans with demonic lineage.

Wayfarer's Hall
Taverns that have been repurposed as meet-up places for dungeoneering jobs (after they have been posted at the guild) unique to wayfarers.

Application


Pariah Online is a invite only RP.

Applicants will be provided entry to a discussion channel on discord and given access to the character sheet.
I'm back to playing BG3.




The Bancroft’s have been a fixture in southeastern New Hampshire for centuries. With claims going back prior to the American Revolution, they have endured hardship and tempered ambition since they left their traditional homes in Bristol, England.

The long and short of it is the Bancroft’s are a wealthy family. In 2024, it is with great disappointment they find themselves hosting a wedding made not by their design. The current bride-to-be, Sarah Bancroft, the eldest child of the head of the Bancroft Family, has sired a romance with a boy she met in college. A boy that doesn’t come from old money or any money for that matter. Such is love found in a university classroom far from their reach they suppose, but love is love and so they do as they have always done whether the groom-to-be comes from the other side of the tracks or not. As the Bancroft’s look to Sarah’s twenty-seventh birthday and her wedding day there does seem to be shadows looming over different facets of the wedding that they do not realize. The groom is coming with baggage and so are the various bridesmaids and groomsmen.

Will the shadows take hold or will they all survive a Bancroft wedding?



T H E S E T T I N G

Imbroglio, at its core, should be relatively simple in concept.

RPs detailing Weddings, College Life, etc. are not an anomaly on this website, though my goal with Imbrogilo is to focus less on the glitz and spectacle. This one is about drama with a dash of colonial America for taste.

Obviously, with this collaboration being focused on an interconnected group of family and friends, I will need people to commit to the long term even if pacing stalls at any sort of point. I view role-playing as a sideline hobby and you will see no such things as hardline deadlines from me. I’ve tried to do hardline deadlines in the past and well, it looks really bad when the GM has her episodes of not being around due to work and health problems.

I’m feeling pretty good about Autumn and I’ve been craving slice-of-life stories with a little ‘spice’. This includes this RP, which has all the appearance of being an ideal wedding-birthday smash. We will have groomsmen pining after bridesmaids (maybe even the bride), we will have bridesmaids caught up in their own drama and power struggles, and the groom’s own secrets and reservations will cause introspective moments of delightful drama. Ideally, I’ve set up the scenario of a “normal” groom who is marrying into old money despite well, said reservations and secrets. The Groom will be entangled in not only his to-be marriage, but a secret-but-not-for-long-maybe affair as well. Other than those fixtures, the player who creates the Groom will have full autonomy and agency. I’ll play the Bride and marquee members of her family such as her father and so-and-so.

Any specifics beyond that seem pretty clear, so welcome to New Hampshire’s idyllic Bancroft Estate due east of historic Manchester.


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Right now this is mostly me putting out the feelers for an interested group. I've got a few ideas to get back into the RP scene and figure out writing again, but this one is one I never got to try before. If this doesn't get any people, I'll probably just pivot to something else, but I'd still like to see who would even be remotely interested in the first place.
I finished Baldur's Gate 3. I kinda think that game loses steam right at the last leg of the race but that's like saying the last bite of a five star meal wasn't as good as the entire meal up to that point.

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