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Hello! I'm MsMorningstar, or Momo for short. I'm a college student in my early twenties, located in the Western United States. I have a deep appreciation for memes and vines (RIP Vine), so if you're a wandering soul feel free to drop a couple in my visitor messages. I like loom knitting, and I used to be a big reader but haven't touched a book in a while since I've been writing. I love procedural cop dramas, my favorite being Criminal Minds, though I guess it's technically a procedural FBI agent drama. Everything else I'm into, I'll tack on in a different section. I'm a big fan of RPing, though I do tend to fade in and out. Luckily, I've made some friends here who've helped me sink my hooks into the forum. Speaking of which, I'd like to give them their own section.



If you're uninterested in me rambling about these amazing guild members, feel free to move on to the next section.
  • @NorthernKraken: I knew I had to start with this lovely, Texan woman. She's definitely one of the brightest people I know. There's a reason why people come to her daily seeking help and advice. She pushes me to do what I love, even when I don't want to. For this, I'm extremely grateful. Thank you, Goblin Queen.
  • @c3p-0h: The coolest cool kid around, by far. Not to mention, the nothingness that will eventually swallow up our universe. Cep, even though you're way too awesome for me you somehow make me feel amazing. Your compliments really lift me up, and I hope someday I can repay you for all your kindness. Also, you gave me my nickname, and I'm eternally grateful.
  • @Damo021: You've been my buddy since the beginning of Red Hoods. Even if our characters don't end up together, they're still my OTP. Thank you for always offering to help me, and chatting with me about everything and anything.
  • @Almalthia: You've been off living your life and being the responsible adult I wish I was, and I commend you for that. Doesn't mean I don't miss you like hell, though. You're the best mom older sister ever, and I eagerly await the moments when you're online.
  • @RedVII: My honorary brother. I feel like I could talk to you about anything, so I usually do. You understand me when others don't, and I'll never stop being weird alongside you. You're the strangest person, and that's what makes you wonderful.
  • @ZAVAZggg: You're the angstiest EdgeLord I know, but I appreciate everything about you. You keep me in check, in a way not many others are capable of. You're always scheming, and I'm pretty sure you have a ten-step plan for world domination. Despite this, you've proven to be an amazing GM, and a great friend.
  • @Senhara: Screm




I listed a few of these in my About Me Section, but I'll list them again.
  • Reading: Fantasy, mystery, drama, romance, etc.
  • Loom Knitting
  • Anime: AoT, Soul Eater, Seven Deadly Sins, Kakegurui.
  • Television: Criminal Minds, Lucifer, Black Mirror.
  • Music: R&B, Hip-Hop, Pop.
  • Memes & Vines


  • Fantasy: High, Low, or Urban.
  • Slice-Of-Life
  • Superheroes
  • Crime/Mystery
  • Historical: Egyptian, Victorian, Ancient Greece.



Here are some links to music I love. If you'd like to drop some music suggestions, be my guest!


More to be added! (SO much more)


I'm extremely active on discord. So, if you'd like to add me and chat, I'm likely available.
Ms. Morningstar#2903





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Location: The Streets of Duncaster
Vibes: "A stranger on a quiet street..."
Collab Between: Thane Whitlock @Argetlam350 & Violet Benoit @MsMorningstar




It was rare for Violet to get lost in thought, but in the moments before she bumped into a stranger, she was adrift. She could still hear Vince in the back of her mind, repeating himself over and over again.

’Why can’t you just move on?’

Was it true? Was she stuck?

She couldn’t stand the thought. It was too brutal, too real. It put the blame on herself, something she had always had trouble with. There was a subtle pounding in the back of her head, one that struck upon mental confrontations such as these. She couldn’t will it away, not this time. She had to face it.

A warm body against her own, for just a moment, and the pulsations were gone. With it, all signs of progress. At least for the time being.

She blinked, her mind clearing as she took in the subtle stench of alcohol and blood. She recoiled on instinct, her body tensing. Her gaze leveled on a scar etched across the face of a seemingly apologetic man. Was he human? It wandered down to a crooked nose, the remnants of blood still remaining in the cracks of his face. Who had he been fighting?

”No worries, man…” She cleared her throat. ”You good?” She nearly cursed herself for asking, struggling to keep a soft, inquisitive look on her face. Why would she ever ask that? She should have just stepped around him and doubled back toward her apartment.

Thane gave a curt nod before giving a light chuckle at her question, remembering how he looks.”Oh yeah, haven’t really looked in a mirror myself but I’ll be fine, just need to rest later. Guess that’s at least one perk having wolf blood,” Thane states wondering how the woman would react. He hardly cared on who knew what he was but it was always interesting to see a reaction. Most seemed to back away before running as if they were on fire, few stuck around. If the way he felt matched his looks though, he couldn’t really blame her for running in terror, he probably looked like some homicidal creep and that’s not including how his handsome face was all ready scarred.

“Anyways, the thing that counts I’m still prettier than the other guy for the most part under all the mess. Name’s Thane,” he said to hopefully shake off any doubts about him if she decided not to panic at him being a werewolf.
Violet took a casual step back, giving herself a bit more room on the increasingly more likely chance that this guy--Thane, decided to attack her. She wondered what had happened to the other guy. Was it her civic duty to find out? She could, but she was wary about risking her hide.

”Ah,” She said, ”So, you usually wander around all casual after getting into fights?” She made no mention of her own name, even though he could probably track her down on scent alone if he decided.

Thane shrugged.”Not usually but I’m not tired so figured I’d take a bit of a walk, and the fight was mutual. Just wolves fighting wolves. It’s therapeutic really,” He replied remaining where he was while feeling his face and realigning his nose as he attempted to explain the state he was in.”Ouch, should of fixed that earlier, but back on topic. Hard to really explain it to normies but sometimes a little fight helps. Can’t exactly go hunting in the big city whenever. Well we could if we had a death wish but I for one prefer living instead of a silver bullet. So it helps calm that inner beast for those of us stuck with the city life, an alternative instead of always being stuck with a cage when the full moon comes around.” He did his best to explain but he couldn’t be sure if she understood. To wolves it was simple but others found it baffling wanting to get into a fight for the sake of it.

“Pretty much all I can say. Fights aren’t exactly legal. If I didn’t look like shit I probably wouldn’t have said anything,” he finished “Guess that’s everything lass. Again sorry for the run in and looking like hell.”

There was just...so much to unpack there. A bit too much, if Violet was being honest with herself. She didn’t even know why she was entertaining this guy. Why hadn’t she left when she heard the bone of his nose cracking back into place? She always ended up around the weirdos.

Nodding at last, she pulled out her phone. ”Let me just...call you an Uber?” She bit her lower lip, staring at all the messages and missed calls she had for a moment. Sighing, she cleared the logs. ”Maybe I’m stupid, but you seem a little drunk…” She could only begin to imagine how Duncaster’s police force would react to this guy.

Thane shook his head.”You’re took kind lass but I’ll be fine plus even with a broken nose I can tell you aren’t particularly enjoy my company. So I’ll just be getting out of your hair Ms. No Name before I do something stupid. I may stumble about but I’ll find my way back to my own den and be better in the morning.”Without waiting for a response he tried to back away from the woman spinning around only to be greeted by a stray lamp post.”Oh bloody hell there goes the nose again. Going to look like damn Voldemort after tonight.”, he grumbled falling back onto the cold concrete of the sidewalk, looking up into what little sky could be seen from the city streets and the mocking light of the light post ”,Guess I’m too late to avoid the something stupid thing I mentioned about. Should of stayed at ‘The Pits’.”

Violet sucked in a sharp breath, biting her tongue to avoid laughing or cursing at his expense. Tapping the keys of her phone, she quickly ordered a nearby Uber, before moving to crouch beside Thane.

”Get in the car when it comes, ‘kay?” Her voice left no room for argument. ”You’re going straight home.” She felt like her mother, but she didn’t necessarily care.

It only took three minutes for the car to pull up along the side of the street. The man driving took one look at the pair on the sidewalk and let loose a tired sigh. He was evidently expecting a large tip.

Slipping her arms under Thane’s pits, Violet took a steady breath, attempting to heave him up. God, he reeked. ”C’mon dude, help me out here.”

Any other time Thane would have argued against complying with the request but with a wounded pride and the alcohol kicking in more he simply gave a nod and waited laying there, not bothering to get up until it arrived. He definitely was going to regret drinking as much as he had in the morning. He did his best to help the woman as she attempted to pick him up. He stumbled his way into the car, not thrilled of the confined space but at least the world had stopped spinning.

”Thanks,” he mumbled before leaning forward to give the driver the address of where he lived figuring it best to just do what the woman said instead of trying to take it back to where he came from.

Violet stayed outside the car, watching the man for a few silent moments before she closed the door and shut him out of her life. The car slowly pulled away, taking Thane with it. She could only hope he would make his way home, rather than wandering the streets drunkenly.

Once the car was far out of sight, Violet continued on her path, unsure of what else would find her.



Five Months Ago


"Ya ever wish you were somethin' else?"

Violet peeled the side of her forehead off the cool passenger window, twisting to glance at her brother. She watched as his lips tugged up into a soft smile, and reluctantly decided to humor him. "Like what?"

"'Like what?'" He replied, his tone mocking. "What do ya think I mean, Viola?" Before Violet could respond, or scold him for calling her Viola, he continued. "I mean like a werewolf, or a vampire, or a wizard or something!"

Violet scowled, still a bit bitter over the childhood nickname. Pushing past her irritation, she shrugged. "Maybe a werewolf?" She had always been fascinated by their ability to transform from seemingly regular humans into those giant, powerful creatures, even if they were ugly as all hell.

"A werewolf? Really? You're already mad enough, and now you want to tack that onto it?" Her brother snorted, raising a brow in disbelief. He kept his eyes on the road, guiding the plain black lemon they called a vehicle through the winding valleys.

Violet threw up her hands, her anger bubbling up once more. This time, though, she let it trickle out. "Dude, can you stop? Every time we talk you try to start something." They were almost home, and she didn't want to be in a bad mood when they got to the house.

"See, there it is!" Vince chuckled, his smile only growing. When Violet didn't respond, it slowly settled into a grimace. He glanced over at her slumped frame, and took a hand off the wheel to prod her. "Oh, c'mon, Vi," He poked her again at her continuous lack of a response, eyes focused on his twin rather than the asphalt. "I'm sorry."

"Vince, watch the road." She mumbled, smacking away his hand.

"I will, when you accept my apol-"

The next few moments of Violet's life were a blur. As if they had collided with a brick wall, her body slammed forward. Her seatbelt, something she had always thought would protect her in an accident, snapped. She flew through the windshield, her body limp in the air as she collided with the pavement. Flesh tore from her arms, legs, and chest as she slid four feet, the friction burning away at her. She felt it all, every bit of pain. Her eyes closed, her open mouth dripping blood. As she slipped into unconsciousness, a single thought filled her mind.

She was alive.


*~*~*~*

Location: Violet's Apartment, Duncaster —> The Streets of Duncaster
Vibes: "Do you remember..."
Interactions: None


A set of beatific twins stared eagerly at their birthday cake. Across the fluffed white top, the words 'Happy B-Day, Vi-Vi!', were scrawled in neon blue icing. As the short song came to a close, they leaned forward in unison to blow out the nineteen lit candles. Every year, the same routine.

Every year, the family roared their approval over the ritual. So loud that Violet's neighbor would likely put forth another noise complaint. A picture was taken to immortalize the day. The cake was promptly torn apart, and once everyone received a slice, the twins were allowed to cut the act.

For a few moments, Violet lingered beside Vince, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Inevitably, she slipped out of her seat and wandered toward her bedroom. Family members stopped her along the way for simple chatting, but each conversation only lasted a few minutes before she cut them off, saying she was tired.

Ever since the accident, it was rare for her to be called out when she made her escape.

Closing the door to her room, she shuffled toward her bed. With a dull thump, she collapsed face-down against her comforter. Shimmying, she crawled further into the mountain of blankets she hadn't bothered to fold.

For a few, blissful moments, all was silent. She was trapped in a world without thought, one where she was safe from confrontation.

A knock ripped the fantasy to shreds.

Without a word from Violet, the door swung open. Vince stepped in, closing the door behind himself and taking tentative steps toward the bed.

In the past, Vince had been welcome in her home, her room. Now, though?

"Get out," She grumbled, not bothering to face him. She had known it was him since the moment his cologne had filled her precious space. She had picked it out for him when they were seventeen, told him his girlfriend would love it. He'd been wearing it ever since.

"Vi, I..." He faltered, something she was beginning to get used to. It was always so casual between them before, even though most of their conversations became arguments. Now, he stepped lightly, couldn't even begin to dip his toe into the water. It was like he was afraid of her.

"You what?" She asked, her tone inquisitive rather than biting.

"I can...do you need me to leave?" At this, she twisted, sitting up straight.

"So I can look like the selfish asshole again?" She asked, staring at him. Expectantly, she waited for him to excuse himself.

To her surprise, he didn't.

"I'm trying my best, Violet. I'm trying to fix things, to be here for you. I'm trying to do what you want. Why can't you just..." His fingers were fluttering at his sides, eventually balling into fists.

"Why can't you just move on?"

"Move on? I was in that fucking hospital for weeks, and it took three months before you even called me!" Her voice, while bitter, was hushed. She didn't want her family to hear her.

Vince took a step forward, and Violet rose to her feet to match him. "And I've told you a dozen times since then how sorry I am. Want me to say it again? I'm sorry, Violet. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you."

"You think I care about your sorries? You abandoned me! You don't even check up on me unless Mom tells you to. You-"

Mid-sentence, the colors began to appear. They usually did whenever she talked about the accident. It was a sure source of stress.

She gripped her head, willing them away. Rather than fading, the eery glow around Vince's body only brightened. Even through her eyelids, she could see it. She needed to calm down before she got nauseous.

"Go away, Vince." She demanded, and when he didn't leave, she picked up her phone, grabbed her jacket and purse, and stormed out the room. As she fled, the colors brightened, an overwhelming Aura around every human in her household. Her head began to spin, and drool pooled in her mouth, bile rising up her throat.

It always got worse before it got better.

Without bothering to explain, she left her apartment. The hallway was empty, and as she walked toward the elevator she felt the tension in her shoulders begin to lessen. By the time she made it out onto the streets, the colors had long since faded. Still, she was wary about going back to her home.

So, she began to walk.








Time: Early Morning
Location: The Coffee Pot
Interactions: @sempis


Lizette's day had been rather...dull, so far. It was all routine at this point. It had been since the moment she turned sixteen, and acquired a job. She woke up at five o'clock in the morning, every morning, whether it was for school or work. Blasted music, took a shower, and got prepared for the day. The daily commute was perhaps the most invigorating moment of her day. She was able to sing to high heaven in her beater, which got her nerves calmed for the long, boring busywork that was the Coffee Pot. When she had arrived at six, she put on her apron without a hint of irritation, and went through the motions. She cleaned the coffee pots, exchanged the filters, filled the caramel without sneaking any, got the pastries in the oven, and took up her spot at the cash register.

Of course, through it all, she kept up a gentle smile. What kind of server would she be, otherwise? Shooting people down with harsh looks in the early morning was the absolute worst idea. It lead to sour days, and sour days lead to a lack of customers. At least, that was what had been instilled in her mind when she worked at the cafe back in Reno.

She recalled those days clearly. Without any prior experience, she had snagged a job as a waitress. It was seven dollars an hour, which she felt was extraordinary. Every weekend, and each weekday after school, she worked until ten o'clock in the evening. Ten to twelve was her time to do homework and study, then she collapsed after double checking that her alarm was on. Sometimes, it would be her mother who'd wake her, twenty minutes before her alarm did the job. Those were her favorite days, because she had precisely fifteen minutes after she inevitably woke up to chat with her mother before they both went their separate ways. Her mom would tell her she was proud, happy to see her baby doing so well...it was, endearing. It made it all worth it, in her opinion. Even when she went to school the same day and got into an argument with one of the other girls over something stupid, and her brother would join in, and they'd all end up sat outside the principal's office.

Now, though, she didn't have that kind of tension. No one in college picked on her. They were all too busy with their own lives to do so, and she acted a lot more friendly than she did in high school. Seeing as her scholarship was renewed every year based on her actions at Solaris, she had to keep up the good work. Although she was glad about the lack of fighting, she missed the other aspects of her home life. Her brother, most of all. He had joined the military, and was traveling all the time. So much so, that she sometimes wasn't even able to call him. They had certainly gone their separate ways...and at times, that could hurt. She found herself frowning, and quickly schooled her features into something more neutral, bordering on happy.

It was with this expression that she met one of her last customers of the day. She got off at two o'clock, despite always petitioning for overtime. Unfortunately, the person who was taking over her shift had arrived, which meant she couldn't get those extra hours she desired. Asking the tall man before her what he wanted, she grinned as he said a large black coffee and a plain bagel. Wow, she wished everyone was that simple. Fulfilling his request, she charged him and sent him off in just around two minutes. Returning to the register, she gave the next man a smile. There were still about seven minutes left to her shift, and she was going to get the most out of them.

When he began talking to her rapidly, Lizette's brow nearly quirked in amusement, but instead, she kept that same small grin on her face. A talkative one...alright. This was fine. She nodded slightly at the proposition of a bet. Her favorite drink wasn't too hard to guess, but she couldn't help wanting a ten dollar tip on this order. Honestly, he could probably pick it out just by looking at the menu. It was a caramel frappe, and she always recommended it to people who were unsure about their orders. "Okay, go ahead." She said, even though this wasn't her lunch break. If he turned out to be weird, she could just get out of the bet with that simple loophole.

As soon as he guessed it, her face fell. She could've lied. She probably should've, with how excited he was to hang out with her. But, she didn't. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders in defeat and chuckled. "You got it, on the dot." She said, feigning sadness. After charging him for both of their drinks and his sandwich, she turned to make his order while the other cashier took her place. After their drinks were done, and his bagel breakfast sandwich was perfectly toasted, she took off her apron and exited from behind the workstation.

Approaching him with his order, she lifted it up and gestured toward a table. Even though she was off, she guessed it couldn't hurt to spend ten minutes with the guy. Taking a seat, she began sipping at her caramel frappe. She had put extra caramel in it, which made her very happy. "I'm Lizette." She said politely, nearly pointing at her name badge before remembering it wasn't on. "Nice to meet you." She cleared her throat slightly, unsure of what to talk to him about. They were complete strangers, but it wasn't like he was a tinder date or something. She didn't know his interests, or anything that she could use to make this conversation easier.

Pushing her glasses up higher on her face, she smiled. "Any particular reason why you wanted to hang out with me?" She asked, sucking in her cheek just enough to nibble on it. Releasing the tissue, she continued. "Or do you just make bets with all your servers?" He honestly seemed like the type to do something along those lines.



Sorry I didn't get her posted yesterday! Was waiting for another boy to be posted.





where is everybody getting their character pics?


I always get mine from pinterest, or artstation. Haven't posted character yet but here's her image:



Got it from Pinterest, and then edited it so the background was gone.
My character sheet should be up today!
If possible, I'd like to know what the extra CS parts are. Since no one is actually finished without them.
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