OddnessApproved

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

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Wonderful, we're always accepting! And, as per my promise in the OP, any sheets that were greenlit in the original version are automatically accepted here as well. So your Oddness is Approved. You can drop them in the CHAR tab and start posting whenevers.

I also strongly recommend joining the Discord. All the others are on there, which means that 99% of the planning and discussion about the RP happens exclusively on the Discord Server. You're likely to be a little bit lost without it. discord.gg/5y9EkWyFCW

@Tortoise

I appreciate that and I might be a little delayed in joining the discord at first but I'll get around to all of it when I post my characters to the character tab and get myself situated (up-to-date with reading all the IC posts).

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

@Tortoise I suppose that I will throw myself into this if you are still accepting that is, are you?

Edit: I'll place these here.

Birch "Cricket" Oakenstorm

Birch Bayberry “Cricket” Pluma Oakenstorm

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
_{The clan of the fungi! — Yes, I am a part of the mushroom clan… — Cricket, as she introduces herself, comes from a clan of fairies that dedicate their lives to healing the ecosystems of the earth. She is roughly 120, meaning she is practically a young adult in fairy terms. How long has she been a part of the caravan? Roughly 11,250 years — or — one human year.}

Appearance:
_{Pictures do not do everything! Cricket is roughly 5 and a half inches tall and weighs slightly over a half pound. You will never see her without her staff that has oyster mushrooms on it (non-toxic), and her outfit usually matches that type of mushroom.}

History:
_{Cricket grew up in a specific fairy clan that dealt with fungi and other vegetation of the woodlands. (More may be added in the future?)}

Personality:
_{Cricket could be considered “one of a kind” when it comes to her personality. Most think of fairies to be proper things, maybe? She is not proper… Somewhat loud when it comes to it. She is spunky, quick-witted, and constantly going off a whim. She tends to follow her heart, but she is always arguing with it, because of her brain. Some might consider her weird to a point. You can catch the tiny humanoid talking to herself upon decision-making and sometimes just for fun. A little strange – wouldn’t you say?
All in all, she is considered a tomboy.}

Motivation:
_{Cricket never felt like she completely fit into her clan, back home, so she decided to leave on a whim one day. She was looking for somewhere to fit in, at least a little better, so you could say that she allows her heart to pull her along with the wind. A reason she joined the caravan was out of being a misfit but desiring adventure, something new, and an experience.}

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
Cricket grew up in the forests and wildlife, so she tends to have a lot of use – ful or less — knowledge when it comes to flora, fauna, and specifically fungi.
Fairy Ring Creation
Healing — Would fall under the advanced level or beginner levels.

Aromatherapy: To heal using scents, fragrances, or perfumes.

Herbalism: To heal using medicinal plants, fungi, minerals, animal parts, etc., often through magic.

Nature Empowerment
Clairsentience: can sense the energy that radiates from the soul of a creature or living thing.
Transmorph: Can only turn into different types of fungi to hide.
Fairy Dust Manipulation
Nature Manipulation

Specifically, Fungus Manipulation

Vulnerabilities/weaknesses/etc…:
— Iron: harmful, being pierced with iron can be fatal. Iron clashing together, no matter if it is swords or bells, can cause this little fairy to become dizzy or nauseous.
— Silver (can burn her)
— If someone pours sugar or salt (or sometimes sand) in front of Cricket, she impulsively has to count each grain till she is done counting.
— Cream (aka fairy alcohol)
— Poppy seed extract: causes Cricket to faint or be very drowsy.

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want: Pretty rocks.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Chaotic good

Three Likes:
— Rocks and fungi
— Buttons
— Sugar
Three Dislikes:
— Iron: smells like rotten eggs
— Rue, St. John's wort, and yarrow (anti-fairy herbs)
— Lies
Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: Heart 110%

Worst Fear: Iron

Favorite Color: Carrot

Most Like The Animal:
_{A dog, specifically a golden retriever}

Favorite Time of Day: Dawn and Dusk

How They Dress: Like a homeless person or hermit — give or take.

Favorite Season: Spring and Fall

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
_{Gods? Deities? Spirits!! Pffttt! — who needs those? Those are real? I mean... they are kind of cool, I guess. Please don't smite me. I was just joking when I said you aren't needed.}

Virro

Virro

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
_{Virro’s homeland is known to be the Feywild, with extremely remote origins. He’s roughly 225 in age and has been with the caravan for about five decades.}

Appearance:
_{Virro stands an inch or two over seven feet and weighs somewhere around 270 pounds. He is a slender and lengthy individual with lean muscles. Even though he is tall and weighs a decent amount, he would be considered to have a petite skeletal frame for his species.}

History:
_{Like most of his species, he grew up in a democratic tribe. Their ways can be considered bizarre to others — humans — as common practice in his tribe was to exile ones who caused forest fires (even accidentally) or brought harm to any animals, especially of rarity. When Virro was a youngling, he experienced the wrath of forest fires from an uncareful member of the tribe — learning how to distance himself from other individuals at a young age.
Virro stayed in his community for roughly forty-five years before going off on his own. Deciding to take the path of a hermit and learn the ways of the druid. He went out into the forest to find his way and learn from the natural world. Loneliness became addicting and Virro lived this singular lifestyle for around one-hundred years before departing from the Feywilds. He made his way into the outer world, traveling the vast world around him and experiencing the outside world for thirty years before meeting the caravan. He has been traveling with the caravan since.}

Personality:
<sub>More often than not, Virro keeps himself in a middle-latitude zone. Constantly being indifferent but rational and reasonable about the decisions and responses he gives others or himself — these are the foundation for his personality.
Sometimes it is difficult for even the most strong-minded individual to keep a reasonable mindset and Virro is not an exception. He can be extremely passionate. Showing what he truly cares about. This can lead to him even becoming emotional and showing how sensitive he can be about certain topics.

Other than his indifferent ways and his sometimes passionate explosions, Virro tends to be a friendly individual. Trying his best to respect everyone, he has a harder time with humans. He sees them as destructive, ignorant, and arrogant. Even with humans, he tries to be polite — his common tongue seems to always stay in a polite and blunt sphere.</sub>

Motivation:


Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
<sub>Virro knows the common language along with giant and elvish — knowing giant better than any language that he can speak. This might be because his tribe follows the multiple deities that created the species of giants and such.

Strengths:
— Powerful build: Virro might have a lean build, but he can carry, push, drag, and move a lot more than what he weighs.
— Transparency: Virro can make himself transparent. This helps him to be unseen in the forest and in times of having to be sneaky.
— Access to Nature Magic (Energy based):
→ Nature Manipulation
→ Nature Channeling
— Fauna and Flora handling, communication, and friendship: He can speak to the flora and fauna along with having a balanced relationship with most creatures in the forest. He has no language to understand his leafy or furry friends, but he is patient enough to listen to their body language and behavior to know what they need or want.
— Advanced and diverse knowledge of the natural world
— Proficiencies with a bow and arrow, knives, and daggers.
— Wild-based cooking (venison, wild root vegetables, etc…)
— Medical knowledge of wrapping, bandaging, splinting, stitches, and invasive-based procedures. All based on experiences from what he had to do on himself (no formal experience).

Vulnerabilities/weaknesses/etc…:
— Consumption: This could be considered a weakness when food is scarce. It takes at least twice as much food a day to keep Virro functioning. A common thing with his kind or species his size.
— Extremely honest to a fault. Anyone — even someone that has the smarts of a box of rocks — could catch Virro lying. For some reason, his kind becomes physically uncomfortable upon lying even by omission. A few tell-tales of him lying are fidgeting, pacing, no eye contact, and massaging his torso, arm, or where it hurts the most from lying.
— Decision-making when it comes to the forest (animals or plants especially of rarity) and anything else. He might choose a kelpie over you.
— The ashes of Ashwood can be used in many ways to default Virro into a bad situation (and others of his species). It can be used as a poison in food or drink, becoming fatal if consumed. If the ashes are poured in a thick line, Virro cannot cross it. Meaning one could trap themselves into a circle that Virro cannot break or cross to get to the other.
— Like much different fey, iron is known to be a weakness for certain species. Natural healing appears to not be suitable when recovering from the cut or pierced flesh by iron. This can become fatal and magical healing is recommended, infection has a higher chance of spreading and killing him without unnatural ways of recovery.

Tools and inventory:
— Two twin daggers
— A book mixed of experience: herbology, fauna, flora, recipes, songs, certain spells, and more
— Pan flute (knows how to play, has been playing since he was a kid)
— Bow and a handful of arrows</sub>

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want: Protection and safety for the fauna, flora, and all of the wild.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Neutral Good

Three Likes:
— Tea
— Soup
— Meditation. Alone time. Peacefulness. Quietness.
Three Dislikes:
— Individuals who lack empathy for the fauna, flora, or ones who need it.
— Negative energy
Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: He is always debating with the two, but he tries to stay reasonable.

Worst Fear: Forest fires (PTSD from childhood trauma with a forest fire)

Favorite Color: Forest greens, browns, tans, and natural colors

Most Like The Animal:
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Favorite Time of Day: undecided

How They Dress: A traveler of the forest

Favorite Season: Any

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
_{Virro follows under the goddess Iallanis, the goddess of peace and mercy. He knows his people’s origins to be derived from the goddess Othea having an affair with the god Ulutiu.}

Theme song
Battle theme music

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

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I really appreciate that.

As Lady mentioned, I resurface after some time. Although I will be frank with you: this most recent disappearance was indeed because of my health issues. We got it mostly figured out, and I'm recovering now- enough to do stuff like this again.

In fact, everyone: I've restarted the RP. If anyone from here wants to try again, all your characters are pre-approved.

@Tortoise

I'll definitely consider rejoining!

Small Town Slice of Life RP

I'll keep my eye on this.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Ghiar

♎ ♎ ♎

From time to time the individual would phase out of wherever he was and sometimes, only sometimes, would he phase back into that same reality. Looking at his hands that were seeming to solidify before him, Ghiar glanced around the room and realized that he was back in the tavern. Back in the place where he started work, not too long ago? How long have I been gone?

Deciding to allow his gaze to go around the room, he must have phased out since he was wounded. Maybe his body couldn't handle it in such a solid form. Taking a few steps around, his somewhat curious eyes kept landing on different patrons' faces. This place seemed to always appear busy in one way or another. Should he go back to work?

"Aren't you the newer kid?" He heard someone say and he put his attention to them. That was the man he served last time or was serving? This was an odd ordeal for him.

Ghiar shook his head, "Yes, I would say I am still new," yet he misunderstood the man's gesture for his attention.

"Why don't you go get me a beer?" The man asked.

Ghiar smiled at the individual before going through with the task. It did not take long for Ghiar to deliver the beer to the man and for the man to pat Ghiar on the back. "Now get out of my sight boy."

The gray humanoid gave another smile before removing himself from the situation. What odd folks. Was that the oddest he has ever seen? No. Ghiar went around the counter of the bar and placed his hand on the wood. "I wonder if I still have a job here?" He was curious. Maybe he should just continue working like nothing happened till someone says something? He would figure it out soon enough.

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Interaction(s) = Open to anyone

the alphabet game. lol

Wild

Judged for Mercy

I was able to get the first post up!

Judged for Mercy

”What do we have now?”

Section Chief, Kathleen “Kathy” Larsen called Unit Chief, Lucian Neagoe into her office right when he walked through the doors. “Neagoe, I need you.” she gestured with a few of her fingers to indicate that Lucian needed to come over. They both walked into the section chief’s office before she shut the door.

Going behind her desk and sitting down, “An incident happened yesterday and I can surely say it is because of the festival happening in New Orleans, Mardi Gras, and this festival will be going on for a handful of weeks or so. We do not know what is going on with this situation but I can tell you, it doesn’t look good.”

“What do we have now?” Lucian asked while taking a sip of his coffee. Black with a few spoons of sugar. He wasn’t much of a coffee drinker since it bothered him, but he allowed himself to succumb to his food cravings from time to time.

Picking up the file, Kathleen sighed, “You know, the usual ones that piss me off. Some asshole went after young girls.” She was always bothered by women getting killed. Sometimes people believed that she was more bothered by women getting killed than men. It might be a true statement, who knew, she wouldn’t ever talk about it in depth. “Two young girls were found shot in a vehicle in a parking garage near one of the hotspots of New Orleans, Mardi Gras festival. They were not even 25 yet —“ She moved a yellow file over to the side where Lucian stood and opened it. Picking up a picture of two young women. One was a caucasian brunette with tighter curls and brown eyes while the other one was a blonde with straight hair and green eyes. The brunette was shot through the head while the blonde was shot in the chest twice and in the left leg.
Other than that, they appeared to be dressed for the occasion of going out and partying, probably at the bars and other hotspots to hook up with people. They had makeup that was messed up from the whole ordeal. They had jewelry and the necklace that the blonde was wearing looked expensive. They were pretty…

Lucian was holding into the photograph at this point and was staring at it. Allowing silence to fill the room before Kathleen showed uncomfortably, “Stop staring like that…” she raised her voice in a quiet and almost threatening way. Sometimes Lucian staring at pictures with such an unmoving expression would cause her to become uneasy. Though, she understood. Someone with many years in many different fields that all consisted of death would do that to someone.

“I’m sorry…” Lucian seemed to half-consciously reply as he set down the photograph. His eyes began to linger on the papers that were inside the file. Gently running the tips of his fingers under the words. “What is going on with the victim's contacts being blank?” That could mean a few things. The main ones were that the families could not be reached or did not answer or the victims did not have I.D. on them.

Kathleen glanced at the paper and sighed, “The brunette is currently a jane doe. She had nothing on her. No money. No I.D. —” she waved her hand half-heartedly as if to say she was continuing while talking, “— nothing at all. At first, the police thought the brunette was underage because of how young she looked. Then they found a handbag that belonged to the blonde, Emily Solis, but her I.D. was gone. We only know the blonde’s name because of the photograph and what was written on the back. In the corner, it says 2018 Graduation - Emily Solis. While there are a few notes written. We think this one is from dad “You look just like your mother on her graduation day with those beautiful green eyes and perfect smile. Keep smiling honey!” and another note, we assume is from the mother, “We are so proud of you, never forget that!” and we do not know if the two other girls in the graduation picture were with them or not.”

They had a paper copy of the graduation picture in the file and Lucian picked it up. There were four girls, all posed, and all hugging each other. The brunette and Emily are in the middle hugging each other cheek to cheek with big smiles. On the right of Emily, there was a black girl with curly dyed pink hair and on the left of the brunette, there was a caucasian girl with short black hair and blue eyes. It looked like a friend group and he was hoping that the two in the picture and not at the scene were not in this mess.

“We are thinking at least one of the other girls or someone was with them.” Kathleen broke the silence again and Lucian put down the photograph. “Black hair in the brunette’s dead hand and that hair matched hair that was found in a used brush in the car.”

Lucian nodded his head, “So, you think this friend group went to Mardi Gras and had a horrible night?”

Kathleen sighed while shaking her head, “Yes, and by the identification factors that we found from Emily Solis, that car is under her name, but we figured out that her insurance is tied to what we assume to be her father, Edward Solis. The police tracked that car and figured out that it is from the state of Colorado. Meaning the girls were far away from home.”

“Has anyone tried to contact Edward Solis?” He asked while looking for more information on the page about the man.

“The police tried to contact him based on the phone number on the insurance but the phone is out of commission. They ended up finding someone that we believe is related to Emily and left a message. They have not tried to contact the police back, but I would assume that you are going to try to contact the family?” Kathleen questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“You know I can track down anyone.” Lucian smiled while ensuring everything was in the file before closing it up. “Was there any sexual assault?” He asked before walking towards the door of the office.

“It is safe to say that neither girl had experienced sexual assault or regular sexual activity before they passed.”

This wasn’t adding up in Lucian’s head. Jewelry was still on Emily. Meaning the killer’s motive wasn’t money. Neither girl was harassed in a sexual way, meaning the killer wasn’t getting off sexually to this. The only thing that sat in his mind was if one or both of the other girls were there. Maybe Emily and the brunette were just pawns to the killer and they only needed the other girl.

“I see…” With that Lucian left the section chief’s office and went to his own. He was going to study this file before the rest of the group got to work.

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Mentions/Interactions: Kathleen and Lucian
Activity: Open for interactions
Notifying: @Emuxe@Theyra

Judged for Mercy

Yeah, I am still interested.

@Theyra

Awesome! As I said above, we will begin moving the RP soon. That said, I will keep allowing people to apply and join throughout the RPs lifetime.

Judged for Mercy

Hopefully, I can nail some time out this weekend for the sheet and other stuff I have to do.

@Pluck

I hope so too!

@Theyra@Emuxe@Pluck

Hey everyone! This RP will be starting and I hope you are all still interested. I'm apologizing for my absence, but I am getting back into the motion of things. My work boosted me from 16-20 hours to 32+ (along with myself as a full-time student) I was learning to juggle that for the past week. I quickly got into juggling it! I will have a starting post up by Wednesday night and then post looks will begin Sunday 26th - Sunday the 5th.