Mistress Dizzy

Umbra Rose Condos

Sweet! I added mine, along with a few images. I was going for the 'ara ara' type of woman. Whatcha think?

My Hider

Umbra Rose Condos

Achieng Chima: mermaids eat meat

Name: Achieng Chima
Image/Appearance:

Human Illusion

Actual Achieng

Achieng has wide, kind orange-red eyes with a large pupil.
Glossy skin with a rich umber tone occupies most of her body. Around the middle of her torso, her skin brightens to a brilliant orange sharklike fin with golden touches around the end of her tailfin. When she smiles, a mouthful of sharklike, sharp teeth are visible. While she is quite chubby, her arms are muscled from years of wheelchair use. She has a rich, low voice that always seems to be ready to sing.

When she is out and about, she either wears a colorful headscarf or one of many wigs.
Race: Watumaji
Racial Traits: Watumaji are mammals - technically have hair and are mammalian, but it is translucent and almost microscopic. It serves as a sensory organ, akin to a cat's whiskers. Their skin is very glossy, almost pearlescent in the right light. And they are almost completely carnivorous. They can eat other things (going by Achi's love of baked goods) but meat is a necessity.
There is a musicality to their speech, but as to how compelling it is? Who's to say.
Requirements: Wheelchair ramps and low counters. Humidity controlled rooms with temperature controlled tub for sleeping. Gallons of fresh drinking water. Meat locker.
Personality: She's intelligent and cheery and gentlehearted. It's rare that she wouldn't offer help to one of the other residents of Umbra Rose. One almost forgets she could probably eat a full sized cow to the bone over the course of 48 hours. She isn't all sunshine and seabreeze though. There's a pain in her. A sadness at the corners that once noted, cannot be unseen. Buried beneath the sweet smile is melancholy.

And beneath that, rage as crushing as the Marianas Trench.
Background: Achieng Chima is one of the longest tenured residents of Umbra Rose. While she rarely speaks of her own past, close attention to the trickle of details would note that she is completely alone. Whatever family she had is long gone, and she's not 100% over it. Something happened, and Achi will not - or cannot discuss it. She's currently studying for a psychology doctorate, and enjoys singing and cooking, especially human baked goods. Fresh cookies will get you a long, long way with making friends.

Building, Floor, and room: Building 1, Floor 1, Room 7 (wheelchair accessible)
Room description: Her room is wet and muggy, and a little cool. The air always smells a little salty. There's a myraid of decorations, a pair of diplomas on the wall, and a little bowl of salt-water taffy by the door. Achi seems to favor bright colors and cloths in her decor.

Umbra Rose Condos

my mermaids are different

Name: Achieng Chima
Image/Appearance:

Human Illusion

Actual Achieng

Achieng has wide, kind orange-red eyes with a large pupil.
Glossy skin with a rich umber tone occupies most of her body. Around the middle of her torso, her skin brightens to a brilliant orange sharklike fin with golden touches around the end of her tailfin. When she smiles, a mouthful of sharklike, sharp teeth are visible. While she is quite chubby, her arms are muscled from years of wheelchair use. She has a rich, low voice that always seems to be ready to sing.

When she is out and about, she either wears a colorful headscarf or one of many wigs.
Race: Watumaji
Racial Traits: Watumaji are mammals - technically have hair and are mammalian, but it is translucent and almost microscopic. It serves as a sensory organ, akin to a cat's whiskers. Their skin is very glossy, almost pearlescent in the right light. And they are almost completely carnivorous. They can eat other things (going by Achi's love of baked goods) but meat is a necessity.
There is a musicality to their speech, but as to how compelling it is? Who's to say.
Requirements: Wheelchair ramps and low counters. Humidity controlled rooms with temperature controlled tub for sleeping. Gallons of fresh drinking water. Meat locker.
Personality: She's intelligent and cheery and gentlehearted. It's rare that she wouldn't offer help to one of the other residents of Umbra Rose. One almost forgets she could probably eat a full sized cow to the bone over the course of 48 hours. She isn't all sunshine and seabreeze though. There's a pain in her. A sadness at the corners that once noted, cannot be unseen. Buried beneath the sweet smile is melancholy.

And beneath that, rage as crushing as the Marianas Trench.
Background: Achieng Chima is one of the longest tenured residents of Umbra Rose. While she rarely speaks of her own past, close attention to the trickle of details would note that she is completely alone. Whatever family she had is long gone, and she's not 100% over it. Something happened, and Achi will not - or cannot discuss it. She's currently studying for a psychology doctorate, and enjoys singing and cooking, especially human baked goods. Fresh cookies will get you a long, long way with making friends.

Building, Floor, and room: Building 1, Floor 1, Room 7 (wheelchair accessible)
Room description: Her room is wet and muggy, and a little cool. The air always smells a little salty. There's a myraid of decorations, a pair of diplomas on the wall, and a little bowl of salt-water taffy by the door. Achi seems to favor bright colors and cloths in her decor.

Umbra Rose Condos

I'm playing a mermaid. It is written

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I got laid off yesterday... Shit sucks all over. *hugs everyone*

Tag me for the next one. Please feel better. (Take all the antibiotics please, even after you feel better. Also if you're on daily meds double check with your doc about interactions...) LOL random medical knowledge from someone who's had too many doctors.

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*looks up both of those* oooh War Cleric is just what I'm looking for! Thank you! Though maybe I'll start her as a healer? Do we have a healer yet?

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There's a class I want to make my character, but it's inexplicably gender locked. fireemblem.fandom.com/wiki/Brawler

I just want to make a woman with big fist weapons. is that ok?

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I'm interested! Haven't played Fire Emblem in a while but I started playing Unicorn Overlord which is definitely sparking my brain.

Young Justice

"On it." Mirage walked to Quiver immediately, gesturing for him to turn. They both flickered out of sight as she did so. "I'm not sure if you're joking or not. But we might as well do it while we have a moment." She'd gotten fairly good at medical care while the team had been healing. It was even fulfilling for her, in a different way than hero work. Her hands were cold and yet gentle as she checked him over.

"I agree with going further in. Let's get this done and back to the others." Even as she was speaking, those outside her quick illusion could see a visual shift, like Mirage and Quiver were behind a warped pane of glass. Distored, but visible.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

"Yeah, he's... like that." Jinny realized two words too late that what she said was probably revealing. "I mean, I beat the shit out of some short mouthy kid and I think he thought it was funny. It's hard to tell with the mask."

As the seconds stretched into minutes, and no teacher appeared in front of them, the lull over the class steadily transformed into a confused murmur. There was one tall student in the back who had taken the opportunity to rest, face down on the desk with their hood up. Students began to talk to their neighbors, conversations crossing the desk.

"Maybe class is canceled?"

"Maybe the teacher died."

"Oh, come on - on the first day?"

“It could happen! I heard there’s a secret fighting ring for the adults…”

“Well, I heard there’s a club for bioweapons and explosives…”

A boy with what looked like feathers frowned, nudging the tall sleeping student at the desk beside them. “Hey. Hey!”

“Mmwha?” A muffled yawn and a bleary stare met him. She seemed annoyed. "What?"

“...Do you actually go here? You – you don’t go here, do you?”

All of a sudden, the “student” straightened up and smiled. That bleary gaze became razor sharp as she pulled the hood back and stared at the feathered student.

“Hm. Not bad. Not bad at all.” She stood, unzipping the hoodie and standing up to reveal that she was indeed, not a student. As she strode to the front of the class, a hush followed. “Mr. Thorpe, right? What was the giveaway?”

The boy balked slightly, but went ahead. “Your pants are the wrong color. They’re gray, but. Um. Too light. They don’t match the uniform.”

“Sharp eye! Well done Mr. Thorpe. Treat yourself.” She reached into her pocket and tossed something across the room. Thorpe revealed a crisp $20 folded into a little crane, grinning as he tucked the money away. With that settled, her attention swept over the assembled class. “You all are about 2 minutes behind the quickest time, but I’ll chalk that up to being the last class of the day.”

She was very tall for a human woman wearing a crisp, ash gray suit and black shirt. Minimal makeup showed the gleam of health in her warm brown skin. Her dark dreadlocks were bound back in a neat ponytail, and there was something about her that exuded a professional ease.

“Good afternoon, class! Let's get started. Ian Fleming. Mata Hari. Benedict Arnold. Aldrich Ames. Virginia Hall. What do all of these names have in common?"

A hand shot up, and the woman pointed to the student. “They are all spies?”

"Yes, good. They're all spies. What else?"

Another hand, another indication. "They're all super famous?"

"Excellent! They are all well known names. Now, what does being famous mean for them?" A confused silence ensued. "No one? That's alright, you're here to learn. What fame means is that every single one of those people has utterly failed as an agent of espionage."

Silence reigned as her statement drew the class' attention further.

"The work that spies do is highly lucrative and in highly demanded. If you are incredibly good at what you do, you can make an extremely comfortable living. But if you are seeking fame, excitement, and glory? If you want your name to go down into the annals of history?"

She seemed to stare down each student individually, pinning them with a cool gaze before continuing.

"You are asking for disappointment, and you might as well leave now."

"End a dynasty? Save the planet? Nothing but silence awaits you. When you do your job properly, very few know of your success and even less praise you for it. If being a very rich, very transient, incredibly untrustworthy, isolated and ultimately, anonymous individual appeals to you? Welcome to Intro to Spying. You may call me Miss Queen – I have a lot to teach you."