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5 yrs ago
Current I am really back this time... after YEARS away. Jeeze.... x.x
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9 yrs ago
Um.... I think I'm back... Maybe.
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Soooo, basically I've been role playing for... fifteen years? I've been writing longer than that though... more along the lines of thirteen years. I'm 30, have a kiddo, and am happily married. So, I'm probably older than the majority of you on here but I love to write... I'm odd. I love to set and create ideas in my head but I don't really like to GM... I'm more of a throw everyone together and see what happens sort. Also, because I do have a kiddo my schedule is a little unpredictable. I can't promise much though I try to post at least once a day.

I enjoy high fantasy, mystery, drama, and romance BUT I don't do smutty play. I prefer to fade to black when things get steamy... Partly because I'm happily married and partly because I don't want the main focus in my plays to be smutt. I have several characters I adore and can't quite lead myself to give up on... I love expanding and evolving their stories so feel free to ask me about them and some of my roleplay ideas.... I have many.

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Alright so:
Dragonbud has dibs on Dormouse
Whirlwind has dibs on Cheshire Cat
Phloem has dibs on March Hare
The White Rabbit is still Open
Diminuindo has dibs on Mad Hatter
That leaves Caterpillar and Duchess as NPCs and I figure the red queen can take on aspects of everyone's issues... I'll clarify what I mean by that later in the story. :)

Here is my CS, you guys can use it to make your own. I kept it simple... if you think of things to add, let me know.

PS: Keep in mind, I warned you this would take some darker PG-13 twists... My CS is an example.

Character Sheet

Name: Taylor Croft

Alias: Alice

Age: Seventeen

Personality: Is nervous around large groups and gets easily agitated and she has occasional emotional outburts making her prone to depression or fits of violence. It's hard for her to form attachments with others but those she does become attached to she is extremely protective of. She doesn't really care about societies rules, she goes by her own set of morals which can sometimes make no sense. She tends to drown herself in music and art of any kind and avoid social situations altogether.

Diagnosis:
Suffers from mild Sociopathic tendencies and stress induced delusions seeming to stem from Schitzoaffective Disorder.

Appearance:


Background:
Taylor spent the first half of her life with her mother, a drunk and a druggy too busy trying to drown out the voices in her head to pay attention to her daughter. Her mother's habits meant there was always someone sketchy going in and out of the house and Taylor learned to stay out of sight for her own sake. After her mother's overdose, Taylor was sent to live with her father and her half brother. For the first time in her life, Taylor knew what family felt like... what home felt like. Her only problems were the kids at school.

After years of learning to make herself invisible it was simply a habit despite how pretty she might have been. She avoided being around anyone she didn't know well, which was anyone aside from her brother, and tended to completely ignore the teachers and any authority figure in favor of her drawing or music. Add to all of this her random emotional outbursts and her nervous agitation around large groups and you have the makings of a true introvert. Her awkward behavior made her the target of the popular kid's pranks and it only further pushed her into her shell.

After her brother had a car accident Taylor's behavior and mental stability took a severe nose dive. Losing one of the only two people she was close with eventually led to a nervous break down. Her father found her chasing a butterfly around the yard in the middle of a rainstorm, with gardening sheers. She was shouting that it wasn't her fault and yelling 'off with your head' when he'd tried to stop her. In the end she'd accidentally sliced his hands with the sheers and lost it completely, if she hadn't already, at the sight of blood. She'd frozen up, wide eyed, whispering that he was painting their roses red. Taylor's father, terrified that she would hurt herself the next time, finally gave way and decided to send her to the hospital before she could. Once there they put her on xanex, lithium, and ambien and it seemed to stabalize her moods and calm the delusions it didn't get rid of them completely.
Dreha was, for a moment, surprised by Mhundir's sudden appearance in the fight and when he asked her about his sabre she had no answer. She'd been too busy in the fight to notice where his blade had gone but she promptly looked about as she fended off attackers. She'd only ever been around the prince himself but a few times but she was certain something odd was going on with him, especially when he started to talk to himself. She worried momentarily that the ice venom that she'd heard he had been inflicted with had damaged his brain... but the way he moved and fought assured her that he appeared unaffected by the poison, at least in body. Also, there were none of the blue veins on his skin.

As he called for his weapon again Dreha finally found it hidden beneath a pile of clothes and tossed it to him along with a shouted warning, "On your right!"

She braced herself under her shield as one of the assassins took a reckless flying leap, trying to get over her defenses. She was forced down to one knee with the weight of the blow and then delivered her sword through his middle and then yanked it to the side... eviscerating him before he vanished. Her arms ached from the sword and the shield and if she didn't want to tire too quickly she'd have to alter her tact. She dropped away the shield and felt some of her energy returning with the drop in weight.
Oops double post.
All right! I will have the cs up later today for you guys. :)
Good to have you join! Once I see if there is interest I will get a character sheet layout up. :)
I shall be posting for Dreha on the 'morrow.
So, what I'm looking for here is a few people to join me on a twisted journey into Wonderland... It's going to be a guessing game at what is real with us trying to decide as we go, kinda a Sucker Punch meets Alice deal. This version of the story is going to be a mash up of several books, comics, and games I've played based on a twisted Wonderland. So, if something sounds familiar... it probably is.

Anyway, the story is that Alice Liddell had a child and her line was carried on to Taylor Croft, my character. When my character hit puberty she, like all of Alice's decedents before her, started having delusions. She starts hearing animals, bugs, and even plants talking to her. She tries to shut them out, but with no luck she ends up admitted to a psych ward through a series of events I'll explain later. However, after meeting several others who seem to be having the same delusions she becomes certain that she and the women in her family before her weren't crazy after all and that instead they are cursed. So, the group is trying to find a way to break their curse. More info on that is to come in the play...

I'm not sure yet which direction I'm going to go.... Having Original Characters wandering Wonderland or having them see each other as Wonderland Inhabitants since it's a shared 'delusion'. If I go with the Wonderland Inhabitants idea then I have some ideas for everyone's 'issues'.



I included The Truth About Alice, so you guys can see the kinda dark roads I'm willing to take and so you can see the background (most of which was taken from American McGee's Alice) that got us here. I intend for this to stay PG-13 and therefore in RPG's parameters despite the darker aspects. High-end casual players who are able to post once a day and at least two or three six sentence paragraphs are preferred. Don't be scared off by the amount of story, it covers two game summaries. I won't ever expect that much out of you, lol.

Indeed.
OOOK.... So what with the long post here are the finer points:

Dreha go the men to regroup and is defending the war room.

Aevah explained a few things to Kyrtaar and stopped to rest for the night, believing that Mhundir is healed and well because she is choosing to not act on what she saw because she's never seen things like that without touching someone and especially not about several people. She isn't sure whether it's just another bit of the Norn's curse.
Dreha had managed to clear out the war room, but the problem was that even though the assassins were bottle-necked outside trying to get in the door, she couldn't see past the immediate to see how the men outside were doing. She slayed another of the abominations and then another, as assassins they were impressive but as straightforward fighters she had the upper-hand. She was trying to keep them at the door, if she could do that fewer could get in. Every time one would make way she'd bash him back with the shield but it was tiring her out. When finally no more came to the door itself she moved to the entry way and took in the scene. Men were fallen, taken by surprise, it was clear from the fight still raging who was winning. The assassins had had the element of surprise and that was all they'd needed to devide Mhundir's men and send the group that had attacked the war room.

"Men, to me... Regroup!" There was momentary confusion, they did not know her and there were so few of them left that they weren't sure to trust her or to keep fighting. "To defend your Prince! REGROUP!"

That seemed to snap them to, several retreated... fighting their way back. Dreha took down another assassin, keen on killing the new threat bringing the soldiers together. When the men had made it back to her, tired and shaken from the amount of loss, they managed to form a ragtag barrier between the assassins and the war room. In the prospect of a newly united force, the assassins hesitated but were no less determined. The small battle waged on.

~*~

The roughness of Kyrtaar's voice made Aevah frown but follow him, she did. When he handed her the stick she thanked him and used it to feel ahead of her so she didn't trip over unseen objects while following him. As he helped her onto the horse she sighed softly, at least now she would be safer from tripping on rocks and things. She was grateful when Kyrtaar took the reigns and led her out of the forest, her mind lost in the shifting colors of auras all around her. If it was alive she could see it.

When Kyrtaar spoke again she nodded, "No need to hurry now, Mhundir is healed. We'll stop for the night, I'm tired after so much excitement and my eyes could use the rest. They still hurt a bit."

She followed him along, his aura guiding her and when he spoke again it was with concern. However, she watched his aura change and spark it's colors suddenly as his mood shifted. She eased the horse up along side him and shook her head, "It's hard to explain... and having the Fae in you now will make you far moodier than you've been before. Their emotions change on a dime, being half feral as they are... I suppose that was part of the price you paid? I can see it in your aura..."

She considered momentarily before trying to explain her reasoning, "You know my past. I had no parents, none of their affection... The healer was kind but she was not the mothering type. She fed and clothed me but the rest I did on my own. I never really had friends, I was different and then when I developed my abilities it drove everyone away. There was never anything beyond a first kiss, that kind of touch... the intamacy led me to see... too much." She smiled wanely, "My parents are dead, I've no family... I'll never know a lover and I will never bare children because of it though I want them... and if I had them I could never touch them without fearing seeing their future deaths."

She shrugged a little sadly, "The group of us are the first I've known of real friendship, street rats and theives aren't good friends after all... I learned early that everyone uses everyone for some reason or another. Such a bitter view of the world makes friendship difficult so those friends I have... I've chosen to hold closely. They help ease some of the pain of the voids that will never be filled."

She glanced over at him, "I'd have done the same for you had you needed it and Mhundir is right about one thing, something is coming... I've seen it when my mind wanders off but never clearly enough to know what it is. It could destroy everyone, everything... Maybe it is foolish to give up so much for a person but everyone dies eventually and forever is a long time to be alone. I'm tired of being alone so I suppose my best option is to keep my friends alive."

Slowly the sun began to set and though Aevah couldn't see it she discovered she could feel the change in the air and the sound of crickets and night time creatures alerted her to the time. "We should stop here for now, it's going to get cold tonight..." The nip in the air was already biting at her skin.
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