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Welcome to Ashton: A Modern Town RP

Hey everyone! Hope the holiday break/weekend was great for you all. I'm finally back from all the family stuff and can jump back in. We're still around the same time of evening right?

Welcome to Ashton: A Modern Town RP

Dee had been listening to the police scanner all day, so when news finally broke on their 24in, got-it-at-a-thrift-store T.V. that Dalton's body had been discovered, the shock had already run its course through their chest. With a fistful of empty bands and a machine full of bills to tally up, they couldn't let the emotion get to them now. It was too close to the end of the day to sit around and mourn.

"The world keeps on turning," Dee muttered, the rasp of their voice falling in harmony of the now whirring money washer. "huh Paco?" They tossed a glance over to a small lizard, who was currently sunbathing under the coffee table lamp that Dee had set up for their notebook. He shifted his dry, tan tail and half-opened his eyes at Dee. They smiled and reached over, with one free hand, and scratched his chin. Paco stretched and moved to climb up onto the green university sweater they had thrown on this morning.

The machine clicked and a number popped up on its screen.

"$1580, no shit" They sighed, waited for Paco to finish nesting at his perch on their shoulder, and then clicked open their pen to mark it down. After, they leaned back on the backing of their black suede loveseat and sparked a half-smoked cigar, grimacing. This was the lowest pull to date. Dee took a long drag.

"Those fuckers keep pushing it." They exhaled. Through the heavy smoke, they switched their focus to the T.V. where Dalton's story was still running. Melancholic music played softly over the images of Dalton throughout his years serving the police force. A picture of Dalton running donations for 'Toys for Tots' flipped to the next and Dee felt their chest tighten. There was Trent's face. Well, not just his face, this was the photo taken as Dalton and his team led a strung out and disheveled Trent out of the courtroom in cuffs.

Dee quickly got up and switched the dial to the next channel. It was too much, even after all this time. They checked their phone ...almost 5:00...

"Perfect timing."

Slipping it back into the pocket of their khaki joggers, Dee headed towards the stand near their kitchen where a warm, desert landscape sat, suspended, in a freshly cleaned tank. They scooped up the now awake Paco from his perch and carefully lowered him onto a large sunbathing stone. Next to the tank was a tub of crickets Dee had picked up earlier today, which they popped open just enough to palm a few and drop onto the sandy ground of the enclosure.

"Stay outta trouble," They quietly laughed, leaning over just enough to meet his eye level. Paco licked his eyes wet and watched his dinner explore the tank. Dee stood, grabbed the keys hanging just beside the kitchen doorway, and turned to hurry out of the front door. There was a diner just down the street that they were pretty sure would start serving dinner soon.

Welcome to Ashton: A Modern Town RP

Dee

You can't swim, if you don't jump in.

Dee

Name: Deandra "Dee" Waters

Age: 24

Pronouns: They/Them

Profession: Photographer

Personality: outspoken, vulgar, level-headed, independent, loyal, won't trust those outside of my circle, my pet lizard is my #1 (sorry not sorry), ride-or-die to those who earn it

How long have you lived in Ashton?: I moved here about 5 years ago, shortly after leaving home in New York to work photography in L.A.. It was only supposed to last a few months, until I could work to finish paying for my trip across the states, but I met someone here. Trent sucked the soul right out of me and took everything I had, right up until he was sent to prison. So, now I'm here; just working my way out of the mess he left me with.

What would most people know about you?: Not much. Ever since I started washing money for Trent, I've kept to myself. The only people that know me here are my photography clients (independent skateboarders, unsigned models, brides/grooms, etc).

Black Iris Society

Na'Nhe

We bear no fruit, no flowers, no life | We get sick, but never die

Name

Na'nhe Ihtop

Nickname

The Wicked Tome, Mother to the Murder

Age

237

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Asexual/Panromantic

Relationship Status

Spirit Bound to Another

Species

Witch

Appearance Details

Na'nhe is a deep, rich brown with flame colored irises. If you look into her eyes long enough, it's as though you're looking into the molten core of the earth and they almost seem to cast a warmth onto those who find themselves lost in her gaze. Her hair is always tightly wrapped in a gele, to which she attaches ritualistic accessories. She wears a deep burgundy monk-like outfit, she handmade it out of cotton and refuses to wear anything else if she can help it. Her feet are always bare as the earth speaks to her through her skin. The witches birthmark is on her left shoulder, which she proudly bares.

Personality Traits

Na'nhe is a warm, yet stern nurturer. She was raised by her tribe's shaman since the day they learned she was a witch and, because of this, she doesn't take arcane powers lightly. In the face of danger, Na'nhe tends to take the role of protector. Beyond this, Na'nhe is very family oriented and chooses to spend most of her time cooking for, telling stories with, and presenting magical wonders to: those she considers her loved ones.

Skills

Weaving
Animal Handling
Soothsaying
Unarmed Combat
Ritual Magic
Mediating
Medicine
Hunting/Trapping

Weaknesses

Technology
Modern Society
Domesticated Animals (she finds the premise of "owning an animal" obscure and unnatural, she can't help but attempt to release the animal)

History

Na'Nhe is from the mountainous Ihn'tu tribe of the old lands. She was born of a huntress and a basket weaver, but was quickly taken under the wing of their tribe shaman after magically reviving an injured crow as a young girl. He raised her to be able to harness the earth's power through ritualistic binding and meditation. After reaching her early adulthood years, the tribe sent her out into the mountains to commune with the spirits of nature and learn of the purpose of her powers - they refused to disturb her journey by taking her back in until she had heard the call of the spirits. Through her journey, Na'nhe discovered the hut of a lone soothsayer, nestled in a valley that was untouched by society. Her name was Morwen. They spent over 90 years together before the tides of time drew Morwen's body to the soils. In her last moments, however, Na'Nhe spent 48 hours in a ritual meditation to bind their spirits together. Na'Nhe can speak with Morwen's spirit on certain nights and gains glimpses into future events. After 147 years, Na'Nhe has become a powerful druid with insight into alchemy and the spiritual plane. She's traveled out of the wilderness and into the surrounding, ever growing, society and constantly searches for knowledge into the bizarre customs of the modern world.

Misc.

The photo is not mine and I will take it down if asked by the artist. | Color Code (#990000)

Welcome to Ashton: A Modern Town RP

Dee

You can't swim, if you don't jump in.

Dee

Name: Deandra "Dee" Waters

Age: 24

Pronouns: They/Them

Profession: Photographer

Personality: outspoken, vulgar, level-headed, independent, loyal, won't trust those outside of my circle, my pet lizard is my #1 (sorry not sorry), ride-or-die to those who earn it

How long have you lived in Ashton?: I moved here about 5 years ago, shortly after leaving home in New York to work photography in L.A.. It was only supposed to last a few months, until I could work to finish paying for my trip across the states, but I met someone here. Trent sucked the soul right out of me and took everything I had, right up until he was sent to prison. So, now I'm here; just working my way out of the mess he left me with.

What would most people know about you?: Not much. Ever since I started washing money for Trent, I've kept to myself. The only people that know me here are my photography clients (independent skateboarders, unsigned models, brides/grooms, etc).

I hope you're still taking applications

Black Iris Society

Na'Nhe

We bear no fruit, no flowers, no life | We get sick, but never die

Name

Na'nhe Ihtop

Nickname

The Wicked Tome, Mother to the Murder

Age

237

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Asexual/Panromantic

Relationship Status

Spirit Bound to Another

Species

Witch

Appearance Details

Na'nhe is a deep, rich brown with flame colored irises. If you look into her eyes long enough, it's as though you're looking into the molten core of the earth and they almost seem to cast a warmth onto those who find themselves lost in her gaze. Her hair is always tightly wrapped in a gele, to which she attaches ritualistic accessories. She wears a deep burgundy monk-like outfit, she handmade it out of cotton and refuses to wear anything else if she can help it. Her feet are always bare as the earth speaks to her through her skin. The witches birthmark is on her left shoulder, which she proudly bares.

Personality Traits

Na'nhe is a warm, yet stern nurturer. She was raised by her tribe's shaman since the day they learned she was a witch and, because of this, she doesn't take arcane powers lightly. In the face of danger, Na'nhe tends to take the role of protector. Beyond this, Na'nhe is very family oriented and chooses to spend most of her time cooking for, telling stories with, and presenting magical wonders to: those she considers her loved ones.

Skills

Weaving
Animal Handling
Soothsaying
Unarmed Combat
Ritual Magic
Mediating
Medicine
Hunting/Trapping

Weaknesses

Technology
Modern Society
Domesticated Animals (she finds the premise of "owning an animal" obscure and unnatural, she can't help but attempt to release the animal)

History

Na'Nhe is from the mountainous Ihn'tu tribe of the old lands. She was born of a huntress and a basket weaver, but was quickly taken under the wing of their tribe shaman after magically reviving an injured crow as a young girl. He raised her to be able to harness the earth's power through ritualistic binding and meditation. After reaching her early adulthood years, the tribe sent her out into the mountains to commune with the spirits of nature and learn of the purpose of her powers - they refused to disturb her journey by taking her back in until she had heard the call of the spirits. Through her journey, Na'nhe discovered the hut of a lone soothsayer, nestled in a valley that was untouched by society. Her name was Morwen. They spent over 90 years together before the tides of time drew Morwen's body to the soils. In her last moments, however, Na'Nhe spent 48 hours in a ritual meditation to bind their spirits together. Na'Nhe can speak with Morwen's spirit on certain nights and gains glimpses into future events. After 147 years, Na'Nhe has become a powerful druid with insight into alchemy and the spiritual plane. She's traveled out of the wilderness and into the surrounding, ever growing, society and constantly searches for knowledge into the bizarre customs of the modern world.

Misc.

The photo is not mine and I will take it down if asked by the artist. | Color Code (#990000)

It's been a while since I've engaged in a roleplay forum, so hopefully I'm not too rusty.