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Current Happy new year. Yes I am still alive. Bleep you 2022.
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3 yrs ago
You need to chill, girl. ;P
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4 yrs ago
I still don't know why I'm awake.
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4 yrs ago
I have no idea why the hell I am still awake right now. I blame my brother.
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4 yrs ago
Today, I have added "people who don't wear masks" onto my shitlist. Oh wait, I did that months ago...
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I'm a 32 year old woman just looking to keep those writing muscles in whatever shape I can. I'm also Canadian, so fill the rest of this bio with every stereotype you can think of. I've also been single for over a year now, so clearly I'm a catch.

"She's horrible and stuff" - @BangoSkank

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Hey ya'll.

You've probably figured this out by now, but I want to make it official. This RP will not be starting up any time soon. I am sorry. I started it with the best of intentions, but then my personal life took a massive hit, and I'm still recovering from it and I just don't have the energy to be GMing at this time. I'm sorry. I love the sheets I've seen, and if I am feeling better after the holidays, I can see giving this another shot at that point. However, right now there is too much going on, and I'm sorry.
@Altered Tundra OK, so I have a tentative idea for a character with relations to Wolverine and Jessica Jones as a mentor. Does that sound plausible to start?
Huh, it's been a while since I've actually been in a Superhero RP. Like six years even.

If I can actually think of something in a timeframe that isn't terrible, can I express interest and say I may have something cooking?





Yeah, I'mma just shamelessly copy a fair amount of this from @Aewin, but hey, we're sisters. That's what the younger ones do. Anyway, the long awaited sheet is up.






Well, that escalated quickly.

Tara usually liked that meme, but now it just seemed like a cruel joke. The way things went were just not how they were supposed to go.

It was clear Willow wanted calm. It was something Tara wanted too. Hence the willingness to let Grayson have his peace and be done with it.

But Allison. Oh Allison. Maybe it was the lack of social interactions in high school. Tara did remember Allison as being somewhat on the nerdy side. But wow, she went right for the pills. Honestly, Tara didn't even remember about the pills. It was so long ago. But clearly Allison did, and she went for Grayson right off the bat on it.

Tessa was right. It was just an effort to play nice. Allison didn't need to go there. Not within the first line.

But there it went, and of course, if there is any sign of imperfections in her paper kingdom, then Amanda had to come running over to smooth out the creases. She even had the nerve to think it was on the women at the bar that caused this? Grayson came over first. Grayson made this situation happen. Yes, Allison fucked up, but the fact that Amanda so quickly lept to his defense without having heard anything, Tara wondered if Amanda tore a calf muscle with that maneuver. At least Tessa had the whole puzzle before commenting.

And the look. It was a quick look, but it was a look. It was clear Amanda still thought Tara was Mike freaking Tyson or something. Still looking down on her. Still unwilling to get her hands dirty to actually accomplish something, and expecting everything to just run on her own clock. Some things never change.

Speaking of things that never changed, it was clear from Grayson's reaction to Allison's shot that the apology was just lip service intended to just smooth things over enough to move on and enjoy the time. For someone who wanted to move on, he definitely did nothing of the sort once he decided to really open up. The self-righteous bullshit that was coming out of his mouth, it could have been fed straight from Amanda, but this appeared to be all goatee. Like he had a Bible out lecturing the women on their silly squabbles. Blanketing them all with that brush when only one of them really spoke like they wanted to fight.

But no, not only did he try and clap back at Allison, he had to go dragging her and Willow into this. Again, talking with an unearned sense of smug satisfaction, as if dressing down the women was going to make him sound any less pretentious. The smile creeping over his face as he said this just made it worse. If he truly wanted peace, he definitely prepared them for war.

And then the kicker, the absolute cherry on the shit sundae that all this created, the proof that Grayson was still Grayson. Not two minutes after addressing Willow and trying to make things better, he goes skipping off with Amanda! Again! Prom 2: Electric Boogaloo! Grayson didn't learn a goddamn thing after 10 years to sit on it. Unfreakingbelievable.

So what was Tara going to do about all this?

There was nothing she could do. If she got up and decked him, it would be proving both members of the snoot squad correct. That is if she even could deck him anymore. She'd probably fail and look even worse and just have the violent streak without the ability to back it up anymore. She'd be a laughingstock, which was worse than being feared or just being a shell of herself. And she didn't have the mental faculties to come up with a quick barb to disarm him. Heck, it took her time just to work up the nerve to even talk to Willow again. The quick wit was sorely lacking at this time.

So Tara sat there and did nothing. Grayson and Amanda walked away. Probably to go have sex in the beach house or something like that. They were clearly done warming up with that performance.

There was silence over the four women remaining at the bar for the moment. The awkward had been ratcheted up to such high levels it was hard to imagine how things could possibly get any more awkward.

At least Allison had enough awareness to break the pause with a subject change. "So, Willow... how are things with you and your husband?"

"Yeah!" Tara seconded as she was just as eager to move on from what had happened as she assumed the rest of the party was. She also had no clue how things were going since the deletion of Willow's social media accounts, so this would be a better catch-up then explaining what she was doing in Oviedo. "I mean, you were the last person before Tessa to be able to get me into a dress this fancy, it had better have resulted in a lot happier times than this, right?" As Rudy came back to check on his customers, Tara polished off the rest of her mojito and motioned to the bartender. "Rudy, you just want to grab that bottle of Jameson on the shelf there and leave it in front of me until it's empty? Thanks a bunch, doll."



It seemed like old times. At least for that brief shining moment at the bar when Willow was... well, Willow. Perky, positive, probably pretty stoked that some of her old fashion tips had finally taken root. She was effusive in her praise of Tara's outfit, and even cracking jokes off of Tara's opening line. It was like she hadn't changed at all since the wedding. Guess that was a sign of things going well.

Allison was there too. She had snuck up alongside for a second. Tara almost didn't recognize her, but she still had her mother's face. She felt bad being more friendly with Tsunami then her, but that was natural given her work. Tara didn't have time to remark on her presence before Willow had pulled the both of them into a hug. Again, it felt like a throwback, and it was something that was as warm as could be expected. It always seemed like Willow hugged with the force of a woman ten-times her size, and while Tara was usually sturdy enough to catch all of it, it did feel like there was a lot of effort in this one.

"This... this is nice! All right then!"

Unfortunately the opportunity to build on these fuzzy feelings was quickly lost as another person emerged looking for drinks. Or for more trouble. Yes, he may have also added some hair to his look, but even under that goatee, it wasn't hard to see the leering face of Grayson Chambers. Of course, the last time Tara saw it, his eyes were closed. And the face was way redder. And her knuckles hurt. Yes, he was the reason she didn't get a big high school graduation send off. Sure, she was at the after-party, but there was still something lacking to the festivities given the way her grade-school career ended. There was a lot of resentment for Grayson after that. Still was, if she was being honest. Graduations at Quinnipiac and Sacred Heart were great, but they didn't have the chance to be family moments like high school. Shoot, maybe it would have been one more happy memory before Brendan ran off.

There was a lot of overthinking going on as Grayson started trying to butter up the three women at the bar. Like nothing had ever happened. But then he launched into an apology. An unexpected detour, for sure. It felt a little lacking though. Like Grayson didn't really know what he was apologizing for. He just knew that Allison, Tara and Willow all had reasons to be upset with him, and was trying to throw out a blanket statement. He even laughed, looking directly at her, when referencing the T.K.O. Punch. Inviting another one as penance for what he had done 10 years ago.

She thought about it. She briefly looked down at her right hand, now clenching at the glass that held her mojito. Tara was liable to break the glass if she wasn't careful. That would be a pretty cool show of strength, actually. But she didn't want to start shit this early. No need to be known as the woman who turned the reunion into an MMA fight too.

But Willow. Willow was the driving force behind the initial punch. The hurt she showed in the bathroom. A complete 180 of her usual self. The heinous act that could do such a thing. Tara looked to Willow to see if there was any indication how she felt about the current situation. Willow was instead looking back at her and Allison. Tara really didn't have anything to say to Grayson at this moment. It looked like Willow didn't either. However, eventually she did speak. It was tentative, but it was a call for peace. At least for now. A call for moving forward. A call for moving away from the past.

It was pretty clear which side of that fence Tara was on. As if her outfit wasn't a sign enough that the days of bare-knuckle boxing people were long past. And if Willow wanted to bury the hatchet, at least in the face of the man who caused her all that pain all those years ago, then for now, Tara would honor that wish.

"My days of punching faces are over, Grayson," Tara finally added to Willow's request for calm. She breathed a heavy sigh as she took a long sip of her drink and set it back down on the bar. "These hands are made to heal, not to hurt. At least not anymore." She did her best to sound zen about everything, but she wasn't sure if it just came out as melancholic. "Just don't be expecting sunshine from this corner."





It just wasn't sitting right.

As she stood in front of the full-length mirror that looked like it had been shattering womens' dreams since the turn of the previous century, Tara O'Leary could easily be another name added to its long list of victims. She shifted uncomfortably in front of the mirror, the little emerald green kitten heels nipping at her toes as she did so. The shoes were not made for fast movement, that's for sure. But it wasn't that.

It wasn't the dress. Not that it was something that Tara herself would have ever selected for her wardrobe. Even in her glory days, she preferred muted greens, natural colors that blended in with the leather she cloaked over herself. This dress? This shimmering cocktail dress would only be considered a natural color if someone drowned an emerald in the Dead Sea and shined a thousand suns at it. It didn't even have any sleeves. Or straps for that matter. Tara hiked it up higher, trying feel a little bit better about that lack of security that was offered. Of course, she couldn't be surprised. Given the outfit that Tessa was going to be wearing to this shindig, Tara should probably be grateful for the coverage this dress did offer. And she was appreciative of the help Tessa did offer in selecting it, since Tara's choice probably would have been sweatpants and a tank top and spending the evening with the Dropkick Murphys and her punching bag. But no, it wasn't that.

It wasn't the lack of sleep. Tara's nap did a great job recharging the batteries after the long drive. She ended up sleeping for a solid four hours. Nor was it the supper she ended up having. The choices on offer at the actual hotel where... not adjusted to palettes such as hers. Not with all the truffle oil and caprese and... lobster pizza. That screamed bad choice for someone who was likely going to be going after the open bar like a Fijian fly half after a loose ball. That is to say, with reckless abandon. Instead, Tara chose to order from the Cuban cafe down the street. She caught Ana right at the end of closing, but it was worth it to get a palomilla platter delivered to her door. A much more fortifying meal for the night ahead. So no, it wasn't either of those.

No, the mirror couldn't take credit for anything. Tara looked like she cleaned up well. Years of hanging out with Tessa had taught her enough about makeup to get by and the purple eyeshadow was really bringing out the green in her eyes. Her tangled mop of hair was tamed enough to be kept in check for the night. She did everything right in that regard.

So why was she so unsettled?

"Ugh...it's OK," Tara told herself with a shakiness to her voice that was never present in Palm Beach. "You're going to be fine. You don't even have to talk to people. Just post up at the bar, let Rudy take care of things. Then, maybe we talk. That sounds like a solid game plan." Avoiding confrontation was never her style, but she just didn't want to do it tonight. Maybe not ever. Just get to the mojitos. That was the end goal. Looking over at the digital clock on the bedside that blared 7:58pm, Tara breathed a heavy sigh, grabbed her wallet and headed to the door.

It was a long walk, it felt longer than it did in the afternoon. Maybe the heels weren't helping in that regard, but it was still felt like a trip to the gallows. Only it wasn't Tara's execution, it was the legend of T.K.O that was on the docket. There's still time. I can escape down the street. Pretty sure Tessa can't catch me... Tara looked around, as if an exit would reveal itself. However, the only visible escape was going to be through the depths of the Atlantic. And there were sharks out there. Nope. This isn't swim gear, that's for sure. Instead, Tara metaphorically held her nose and re-entered the bar she had been so rudely escorted from earlier in the day.

Thankfully, it appeared most of the class of '09 remained as punctual as they ever were. The party was far from full swing. Only a few people had shown up, and the hostess with the mostess was not one of them. More importantly, spots at the bar were still available. Quickly confirming that no one was making a beeline for her position, Tara made her move. She locked eyes with Rudy, still on duty like the solid foot soldier he was, and held up a finger. Rudy nodded and quickly began the process of creating the first of what would be another solid army of mojitos heading Tara's way. As the woman slid on top of a stool, she almost didn't realize she wasn't the first person to the bar tonight. It was just really surprising when she looked over to see exactly who she had ended up joining in avoiding all contact.

...Willow? Is that really Willow? Fuck, I literally haven't seen her since the wedding! Shit! I, um, shit... All of a sudden, Tara wasn't sure that the bar was the place to be for her tonight. She tried to subtly look over again. Willow looked like she had the same strategy that she was employing. Stay at the bar, back to the floor and avoid all contact. At least that was the look on her face. A look that was on Tara's own face not a few minutes ago.

OK, OK, it's fine. Maybe, she won't recognize me. I mean, how long has it been? Four years? I don't even remember. She's probably been too busy with being married and all that stuff to remember me. Definitely not looking the part of Rocky anymore. Maybe I can just fake this.

No! C'mon, this is Willow! If nothing else she can help me get through this night! I mean, Tessa is gonna be so freaking busy. Everyone is going to be asking for her and wanting to talk to her. Willow... she was so good. She was a ray of light. She could keep things going in the darkest times.

Maybe she can keep me afloat. Just for long enough...


As Rudy plunked the lime green drink that looked to match the dress to the near-exact hue, Tara quickly took a long sip to build up the nerves that had long since abandoned her. Looking over one more time to make sure her high-school friend's attention hadn't been grabbed by something else, she finally spoke. "So...fancy meeting you in a place like this, huh?" Tara remarked, nowhere near as emphatically as she used to. "Don't think we're going to be running laps this time, eh Willow?"

@BleedingLover Hey! Yeah, there are a couple of slots open. I'm not sure how you feel about playing males, but if you're not against the idea, then we have a total of 3 male slots left: Hunter of Artemis (will go into detail about that in a minute), son of Demeter, and son of hecate. You will be free to apply for any of those if they interest you at all.

Now, as for the Hunter of Artemis, this decision was made a bit late into the game but it's something that I find fits within the lore of Artemis. Seeing as how she's a virgin goddess, her having straight-up children is a stretch, but her having a bond with certain young children who would have been trained by her throughout whatever means the writer deems necessary makes a lot of sense. So in that, for the Hunter of Artemis, they will be gifted with Artemis' powers and all that with the added bonus of being trained by her.

Now as to whether or not you want them to approve of her means (maybe she was too harsh on the males cause they are males) or somehow take whatever route that will result in the Hunter of Artemis approving of her methods, that's entirely up to you. I just wanted to give you a bit more information about that.

In either case, really happy to have you and if there are anymore questions I or Plank can answer, feel free to ask them. :)


Great. Give Kelsey more abandonment and resentment issues since Artemis literally never did any of this with one of her actual daughters.
OK, after discussions with other people, I will be submitting a character who is the twin sister of @Altered Tundra's character. Her name is Princess Caterina Rossi, but I don't have a FC or a color yet. Just confirming I'm in.
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