Mistiel

Life Among the Stars

This is becoming less "life among the stars" as it is "life among the army." At least it's grown past Gilligan's Island size. ^.^

Tell Me The Story

For some reason, I thought three days had passed when only one did. O,o

Tell Me The Story

@Love Dove

Poke. :)

What Are You Listening To?

Camp Castaway

Lin nodded. "I guess I can see it. Me personally, I haven't really had a family since I was little. Must be nice having parents!" Her smile was a little rueful, but she kept her eyes focused ahead on where she was going. Ivy's random course rife with distractions seemed to have led them off any established trail and the ground between the trees was a bit uneven with roots and pine cones and things. "So where are you from, huh?" she asked this Cloak person casually. "I'm from San Francisco. West side represent, ba-BY!" deepening her voice for emphasis and throwing up a peace sign.

Life Among the Stars

Name: Eliza Zerbst

Age on Application: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Golden hair, hazel eyes rimmed with gold, a burnt sugar complexion, and a rather swarthy build and facial structure. Someone could look at her for the first time and never guess they were looking at a thief. Then they would look more closely and see lopsided smiles that never quite reach her eyes. Eyes that instead burn with a never sated hunger. Miss Zerbst stands at a slight 5'3" and the prison medical records indicate she was frozen at 132 pounds Imperial (as opposed to metric). As far as clothing goes, whatever spacesuit she has on only has faded blue jeans and a loose-fitting black tanktop under it. She only brought the clothes on her back and whatever else NASA decided to ship along with them.


Personality:
There won't be much here as I'd like to let the story develop her personality quite a bit. In short, she's relatively quiet and a kleptomaniac who sees something she wants and tries to obtain it surreptitiously and without asking. Starting out, she's pretty lazy, but that may change.

Right now, she equates success in life with material possessions. It will slowly dawn on her that stealing helps no one. Right now, she's rebelling against her mother's ideal that women shouldn't take care of themselves.

Desired Job & Qualifications: Undecided. To quote her, "Do you have anything where I get to sleep and eat for a living?" (I'm thinking she might be a musician given who her play-by is. Perhaps a fellow charrie who has a musical instrument can show her how to play and, in the process, finds out she has a nice singing voice? Perhaps they stumble upon her singing by herself?)

History: On Earth, Eliza's father was a lawyer turned flea market salesman who traveled the world in steadily declining economic prosperity. This resulted in him eventually being reduced to poverty and being killed in Saudi Arabia for peddling his wares to the wife of a prominent oil sheik.

On the other hand, Eliza's mom was a quiet woman who thought that all ladies, her daughter included, ought to be gently raised and put on a pedestal by a man who takes care of them. This philosophy proved to be the mother's undoing as the family's coffers dwindled from the father's lawyer funds as he failed at being a successful flea, so to speak. Her mother's viewpoint was also a source of major disagreement between mom and daughter Eliza, an only child. Eliza was unfortunately not very enterprising in her own right, however, so their conversations turned into "Mom, when are you going to start working?" and the reply would always be, "Ladies should never dirty their hands with labor. You just wait Eliza, I'm sure your father will be back with a fortune any day and make us rich!"

Well as it stands, Eliza's father never did come back to Tallahassee, Florida where they lived. In fact, they didn't even know he was dead for six months before one of his flea market stall neighbors finally made it around to trek to Florida to tell them the bad news. Eliza was twelve at the time and both her and her mother became even more distant and moody.

Her thieving habits started when her mother refused to leave the house for days and weeks at a time. Eliza would run out late at night, or early Sunday mornings when people were liable to be in church, and go Dumpster diving behind restaurants and fast food chains for meals for the both of them. It wasn't until four years later when the "cat food burglar" was brought to justice. The judge was lenient on her the first time, sentencing her to twenty hours of community service.

Eliza responded to this by doing an extra hour of "community service" by breaking into a food bank after hours and getting caught filching two boxes full of soup cans. The judge was fresh out of mercy and sentenced Eliza to three years in the county jail the morning after the incident. When her 21st birthday rolled around, she was offered the option of being cryogenically frozen and brought to colonize a new life-supporting planet. It was that or be released into a world where she didn't even have a high school diploma. Eliza grudgingly accepted the offer and was frozen, but not before angrily shouting at her mother "Okay fine, stay here and rot you hag!" after she and her jailers tried to convince her mother to be frozen before she left (which is bound to cause her some grief in posts to come, spoiler alert). That's where this petty thief's story begins.

Reason for Wanting to Leave Earth: Chance to start a new life and potentially escape the Terran legal system. Being known as Prisoner 0038 for three whole years was one of the last things she remembers. Now Eliza, after being a shut-in turned petty thief and Dumpster diver, who quit school halfway through high school because she hated work, finally gets to live her own life.

Anything Else You Want to Add? Eliza has a lot of growing up to do. She may be twenty-one, but inside, she still has the rebel heart of a teenager. She accepted NASA's offer to be shot into space for some new planet without thinking too much of the consequences. She views this whole opportunity more as an escape from reality than just an extended move. When she wakes up, it's unclear what her path will be - good or evil - but only time will tell.

Konosuba: Resurrection

I'd only be interested if I roleplayed Megumin as if she'd never met Kazuma and crew. :/

Life Among the Stars

Eliza Zerbst app

Name: Eliza Zerbst

Age on Application: 21

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

Appearance:
Golden hair, hazel eyes rimmed with gold, a burnt sugar complexion, and a rather swarthy build and facial structure. Someone could look at her for the first time and never guess they were looking at a thief. Then they would look more closely and see lopsided smiles that never quite reach her eyes. Eyes that instead burn with a never sated hunger. Miss Zerbst stands at a slight 5'3" and the prison medical records indicate she was frozen at 132 pounds Imperial (as opposed to metric). As far as clothing goes, whatever spacesuit she has on only has faded blue jeans and a loose-fitting black tanktop under it. She only brought the clothes on her back and whatever else NASA decided to ship along with them.


Personality:
There won't be much here as I'd like to let the story develop her personality quite a bit. In short, she's relatively quiet and a kleptomaniac who sees something she wants and tries to obtain it surreptitiously and without asking. Starting out, she's pretty lazy, but that may change.

Right now, she equates success in life with material possessions. It will slowly dawn on her that stealing helps no one. Right now, she's rebelling against her mother's ideal that women shouldn't take care of themselves.

Desired Job & Qualifications: Undecided. To quote her, "Do you have anything where I get to sleep and eat for a living?" (I'm thinking she might be a musician given who her play-by is. Perhaps a fellow charrie who has a musical instrument can show her how to play and, in the process, finds out she has a nice singing voice? Perhaps they stumble upon her singing by herself?)

History: On Earth, Eliza's father was a lawyer turned flea market salesman who traveled the world in steadily declining economic prosperity. This resulted in him eventually being reduced to poverty and being killed in Saudi Arabia for peddling his wares to the wife of a prominent oil sheik.

On the other hand, Eliza's mom was a quiet woman who thought that all ladies, her daughter included, ought to be gently raised and put on a pedestal by a man who takes care of them. This philosophy proved to be the mother's undoing as the family's coffers dwindled from the father's lawyer funds as he failed at being a successful flea, so to speak. Her mother's viewpoint was also a source of major disagreement between mom and daughter Eliza, an only child. Eliza was unfortunately not very enterprising in her own right, however, so their conversations turned into "Mom, when are you going to start working?" and the reply would always be, "Ladies should never dirty their hands with labor. You just wait Eliza, I'm sure your father will be back with a fortune any day and make us rich!"

Well as it stands, Eliza's father never did come back to Tallahassee, Florida where they lived. In fact, they didn't even know he was dead for six months before one of his flea market stall neighbors finally made it around to trek to Florida to tell them the bad news. Eliza was twelve at the time and both her and her mother became even more distant and moody.

Her thieving habits started when her mother refused to leave the house for days and weeks at a time. Eliza would run out late at night, or early Sunday mornings when people were liable to be in church, and go Dumpster diving behind restaurants and fast food chains for meals for the both of them. It wasn't until four years later when the "cat food burglar" was brought to justice. The judge was lenient on her the first time, sentencing her to twenty hours of community service.

Eliza responded to this by doing an extra hour of "community service" by breaking into a food bank after hours and getting caught filching two boxes full of soup cans. The judge was fresh out of mercy and sentenced Eliza to three years in the county jail the morning after the incident. When her 21st birthday rolled around, she was offered the option of being cryogenically frozen and brought to colonize a new life-supporting planet. It was that or be released into a world where she didn't even have a high school diploma. Eliza grudgingly accepted the offer and was frozen, but not before angrily shouting at her mother "Okay fine, stay here and rot you hag!" after she and her jailers tried to convince her mother to be frozen before she left (which is bound to cause her some grief in posts to come, spoiler alert). That's where this petty thief's story begins.

Reason for Wanting to Leave Earth: Chance to start a new life and potentially escape the Terran legal system. Being known as Prisoner 0038 for three whole years was one of the last things she remembers. Now Eliza, after being a shut-in turned petty thief and Dumpster diver, who quit school halfway through high school because she hated work, finally gets to live her own life.

Anything Else You Want to Add? Eliza has a lot of growing up to do. She may be twenty-one, but inside, she still has the rebel heart of a teenager. She accepted NASA's offer to be shot into space for some new planet without thinking too much of the consequences. She views this whole opportunity more as an escape from reality than just an extended move. When she wakes up, it's unclear what her path will be - good or evil - but only time will tell.

To conclude, sorry for making the history more than a "brief bio" but I'm really getting invested in this character. I typically only roleplay goodie-two-shoes types, but roleplaying a kleptomaniac, even if she's partially in recovery, is exciting. ^.^

Camp Castaway

Thanks guys! Except for the week-long persistent cough that marks the end of all my colds, I'm mostly back to normal. :)

Tell Me The Story

"Oh come on ya stupid thing! I just replaced yer transmission last week!" Nick groaned, pounding a fist on the raised hood of his car. Just his luck that today was a late Friday night so no one else was out driving this stretch of road; nor did he have a cellphone to call for a tow...not that he would ever have the cash upfront for that kind of thing. Sighing, he looked around the moonlit stretch of highway where this broken-down bucket-of-bolts had stranded him, surveying the thick sylvan flora on either side of the road.

His eyes lit on a set of lights set deep in the forest on the side closest to him. Straining his peepers to their limit, there seemed to be a tiny game trail barely wide enough for one person leading off the highway in that direction. "Well," Nick said aloud to himself. "If I'm gonna die, it might as well be at a witch's house made outta candy." His Southern drawl rolled off into empty air, a reminder that the Hansel and Gretel reference fell on, not deaf ears, but none at all.

Nick Fletcher closed his car hood with a slam, snatched his keys out of the ignition, closed and locked the car's entry points, and stepped down the path. As soon as he stepped off the highway, a chill crept up his spine and things in his peripheral vision and behind him seemed much darker than before. By contrast, not five steps down the tiny path, he could see a white, antebellum mansion before him rising high in the night seemingly closer than it ought to be for only eight paces from the highway now.

Before he quite realized it, he was standing before an elaborately carved and gilded doorknocker depicting a small swan in profile. It's neck arching gracefully around to be the handle, looking a bit to Nick like a horseshoe. Birdshoe? The errant thought made him chuckle as he reached for the knocker, but to his surprise, found the door swinging open of its own accord. "Uhh hello?" he drawled out, peeking around at the sides of the entryway. Nick waited a few seconds for someone to pop out from behind the door and announce themselves, but no one came.

Cautiously, he wiped the dirt and debris from his boots off on the rough mat outside, then stepped over the threshold, peering behind the door as he did so to discover that no one was indeed there. "Whoever y'are, this is all real funny!" he exclaimed, trying to keep his tone light. "Y'see, mah car broke down over on the road. Jus' wonderin' if ye gotta phone I could use t'call fer a tow?" But his voice was met only with silence. Being a man that was usually emboldened by silence, at least a woman's silence, Nick took it upon himself to walk further into the home.

Past the entryway stood a rather small door right in front of him, making the room he stood in a sort of antechamber to a main hall. None of this mattered to Nick, however, as he brazenly stepped through said door, again checking behind the door for someone lurking. He found himself in a large room with two spiral staircases going up on either side of him. In front of him, four waist-high pillars sat, each bearing a book atop them.

When Nick heard a female voice seemingly out of nowhere, he nearly jumped out of his skin about two inches off the floor. "Yo, who is that? Come out where I can see ya!" he demanded. But no response was forthcoming after a minute or so of waiting. The calm lady's voice had said to choose. Nick didn't really know or care what type of game he'd gotten himself into, but it seemed best to play along if it would get him answers. So he stepped up to the first pillar on the left, waved his hand under the floating book that seemed to change in shape, pattern, and color as he looked at it. A quality that the other books strangely did not seem to possess. Bringing his other hand to bear, he took the strange changeable book in both hands and lifted it off the pedestal. "Alright lady, what now huh? I s'pose you want me to take off mah clothes and go through some voodoo magic ritual, ain't that right?"