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Café Crème, the Catmaid Café! ♥

➳♥ Welcome! ➳♥

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Here at Café Crème, we put your enjoyment above all else! So please, don't hesitate to ask for anything -- our maids are at your service!

♥♥♥Notice: Café Crème is no longer hiring as of 3.11.19. But that doesn't mean you can't join in on the fun! If you want to submit a customer character or if you think you have a REALLY good idea, PM me or just ask!

♥♥♥Positions Open: Apprentice Chef. Customer or other non-Café roles. Current Staff

♥♥♥Rules and Details

♥ Café Crème is a small, lighthearted rp following a group of employees who work at a cosplay café. The idea of a maid café isn't a new one and the anime/manga Blend S is an inspiration for this rp, but Café Crème has another twist: it's not just a maid café, it's a catmaid café. On top of their usual maid uniforms, the wait staff here also wear cat headbands (the tail is optional) and adopt cat-like mannerisms for the customers.

♥ In hopes of keeping the story alive longer, the post length for this rp is a little shorter; anywhere from two to four paragraphs should be fine. Knowing me, though, it might get longer. I'll make sure to notify everyone if the guidelines change.

♥ Once you've filled out the "Application", post it in OOC for me to look over BEFORE you post it in the Character tab. All applications at the point will be handled IC by Amelia, Minkyu, or another current employee.

♥ Please be active. If something comes up and you can't continue or you need to take a hiatus, tell me.

♥ Feedback and suggestions are always welcome!

CS ("Application"):
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Job:
Appearance: (anime/drawing/real life refs are all fine)
Personality:
Background:
Color of Uniform: (just one, please)
Other:

Neo Sorairo

@datadogie@ERode ...I know there's a discord now but I'm old fashioned and already scared of everyone on there so

Fiore would definitely look up to Tian Gui, him being all "strong and healthy" not like herself. She'd give Cellica space and maybe try to help her work through things -- but honestly, she's way too shy and doesn't want to be rude. She's polite to a fault.

Virtual Reality vs Humanity

huh. so... how exactly does this work? i'm interested, but the setting isn't clear enough. did the girl vanish to another world? what's happening???

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

soooo.... when is IC expected to start?

Neo Sorairo

The Pint-Sized Medic

Fiore Alba

Of the Italian fiore, "flower", and alba, "dawn", meaning "flower of the dawn."

• Name: Fiore Alba

• Age: 16 years old

• Gender: Female

• Class: Linker

• Nationality: Italian-Japanese

• Appearance: First of all -- Fiore's tiny. Standing at only 4'9, with a childlike build and features, she is quite a bit frailer than some of the other recruits. Even as a child, Fiore was never strong or physically healthy, and her childhood was frequented by bouts of sickness and broken bones; it didn't help that she wanted to climb trees and run races with the other kids The skin on her arms is especially marred by bruises, cuts, and scars, as she works without armguards or protection. Her fingers are deft and slender, as most of what she does requires precision, and her nails are cut short.

Fiore has long, straight black hair and amber eyes that shift color occasionally; her contacts are built to recognize signs of injury and she thought the sunset color scheme was pretty. She usually wears hand-me-down clothes from her former neighbors, but she's been trying to develop more a battlefield-ready wardrobe for tougher situations.

• Bio: Fiore is deceptively childish and innocent; her mind is one of both astonishing cleverness and naivete. Although her giant library and aptitude for learning have sharpened her mind in some ways, she still holds onto the optimism and wonder that may grate on the nerves of the more seasoned warriors. Having seen the horrors of the invasion up close, her greatest wish to give people peace and happiness, and dislikes the very notion of war. However, as the situation doesn't seem likely to change, Fiore accepts the role this world has given her and hopes to aid in any way she can.

Fiore has spent all of her life studying and playing and growing up in a perhaps unorthodox community of scientists and runaways hidden away in the forests near the now-destroyed Tokyo City, a congregation of top scientists that now work towards the development of new tech and better understanding of psychic abilities. Her father, an Italian civilian living in Japan, had taken up house in the colony after attacks forced many to evacuate. Fiore's mother died when she was very young, from injuries sustained from the long trek, and Fiore remembers her very little. Her father is a hardworking man, though perpetually worried about Fiore's weakness--she is all he has left, and while Fiore returns the sentiment, she always reminds him he has many friends here.

• Armament: As a Linker, and more importantly, a Medic, Fiore specializes in treating injuries both physical or mental. Her contacts allow her to see a larger range of vital signs and help her immensely when her brain fails her.

Medical Proficiency -- Fiore has studied extensively in the medical field, reading entire bookshelves as a way of keeping herself busy while bedridden with sickness. Even as a young child, she was capable of treating cuts, broken bones, and even self-administered stiches on at least one occasion. Her natural skills are supplemented by her hardworking nature and hatred of suffering. By taking to the battlefield, she hopes to reach more people in need of treatment.

All-Seeing Eye -- Although Fiore is not the best with technology, her years of hard work paid off. Her enhanced contacts give her a larger field of vision, as well as recognize injuries and help with medical procedures.

And How Does That Make You Feel? -- Mental health is also a big worry of Fiore's, especially with the kind of war the students are expected to wage. Her open mind and calming voice can make for an impromptu psychiatrist session if need be, and she hopes to try and lessen the effects of PTSD and other mental diseases with new treatments. Her career of a psychologist is just beginning, though, and she still has much to learn.

Drones, Drones -- As expected by the Academy, Fiore has borrowed a second-rate drone from the labs to aid her in combat. Despite her generally being not great with technology, she's confident she has what it takes to control and utilize drone effectively. It's constructed a bit shoddily, but it has cameras and holograph technology, and Fiore can use it to transmit her "mini-map" to her teammates.

• Psychic Drive: Probe -- Preferring to stay entirely out of combat, Fiore uses her psychic abilities to supplement her already heightened sight by sensing and returning information that would otherwise not be visible. This gives her an extensive "map" of the area, something Fiore finds useful when strategizing and coordinating attacks.

• Extra: Half of her wardrobe consists of children's clothes. The other half is clothes that belonged to her mother. Has a large scar on her left foot, stretching from her big toe all the way to her pinky. Fond of fairy tales due to the "happily ever after" endings.

• Sample Post:

Saying Goodbye

It has been, on the whole, quite possibly the strangest day Fiore has ever had. Not that that says much--at sixteen, Fiore hasn't seen much. And it's only the morning.

Life in the village is--was, she reminds herself, for today she'll be saying goodbye to her home of 15 years--a quiet affair. Yes, it is filled to the brim with scientists and researchers, but for the most part, they laid low. They had to, after what happened when the aliens struck and the world caught on flames. Now, their labs are nothing but a cluster of tents surrounding the large box of a building that the more sensitive tech resides in. Fiore would know; she's visited them every day for the past 15 years, ever since her father stumbled upon the compound and she was practically raised by scientists, in lieu of a mother.

Fiore pauses, her hands passing over the contents of her clothing drawer. She's sorting her belongings into piles now, one for taking and one for leaving behind. In case she comes back--in case somebody wants them.

The shirt is red and black, well-worn and with many loose threads. It's one of her favorites. It belonged to mother, once upon a time, and it remains perpetually oversized, but Fiore loves it just the same. The scent of her mother has long since left, replaced with the hospital smell of sterilizers, but Fiore likes to imagine her mother's smell is tucked away somewhere. Like if she tried hard enough, she could pretend mother was standing over her like she would've done. At least Fiore thinks she would.

But now is not the time to daydream. Now is the time to prepare herself. Fiore is determined to stand on her own two feet, to not worry father, to prove to the world she's not a child. Even if she may be as short as one.

The standard-size military suitcase is almost full by now. Fiore casts one last look around her small room, taking in her bed, the patterned curtains, the bedside lamp. That's right--she should pack an alarm clock. The trinkets on the top of her dresser are useless, expect for the special contacts case--but Fiore's already packed that, in a separate box, with utmost care. The rest of this is just junk, like shiny rocks or friendship bracelets made of colorful wire and screws. Should she take one, for old times sake...?

No. Those are things of the past, things of before the war. Fiore shivers. That word will never end to unnerve her. She hasn't seen such bloodshed on her own lifetime, but she has seen the pictures, and they are terrifying. Is it only because her work relies on knowing the specifics of an injury does she continue to study such gory pictures. The nightmares have not yet ended, but Fiore can easily sacrifice an hour or two of sleep for information that could potentially save lives, and that is what matters. She has embraced her talents, and she will use them for good. That is the right thing to do.

Breakfast is on the table, abandoned and forgotten. Fiore was too nervous to eat. Even when living in a world torn apart by invaders, she has never been this scared. She has absolutely no idea what lies ahead.

Father strides up to her, a worried expression on his face. The gauntness of his cheekbones, the hollowness of his eyes--everything about him makes Fiore ache. She wants to stay. She wants to try and fix him, to find a cure for grief, but this new academy is more important. But what could be more important than one's flesh and blood? This world is confusing and frightening, and Fiore is made of glass, of fragile bones and a heavy heart.

But, as long as the world continues to turn, the sun continue to rise and set, and the battle continues to rage, Fiore has her dream. And she will fulfill it.

At Mercurio's (Mystery/Modern day Bar RP)

@Arkitekt me too??

Café Crème, the Catmaid Café!

Welcome!

The Premise: It's a catmaid café! Café Crème is newly opened and searching for staff of all kind, be it a hardworking waitress or a dedicated cook. Once we accept your application, you can join the lovely staff at Café Crème! We've had a few people drop out, and Café Crème is always looking for new potential maids and butlers, so don't be shy!

Genre and Inspiration: I dunno, just something really, really cute and lighthearted. With catgirls! Maid catgirls!! I watched Blend S a while ago, and it was... really fun? So I want something senselessly fluffy like that. As the story progresses, I expect the plot to move past just the café itself and start branching out with its character interactions.

Details: I do have a few standards when it comes to posting, so don't come in here hoping for one liners, but you don't need to get into the 5-8 paragraph posts my casual rps somehow always end up with. Currently, the posts are at a low-casual range of two to three paragraphs, which is working well. With lots of gifs to make everything pretty :3

OOC is here, I'd love some new players so don't be afraid to jump in!

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

@Vulkan "...don't underestimate me. a-and what are you talking about!? my outfit is gorgeous, thank you very much!"

poke poke

"hm. you seem a bit... wispy. like I could blow you away, hehe!"

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

@Vulkan KitKat is very interested in seeing what this other dancer can do... she's verrryyy curious.

"so like... an elf? cool! what sort of dances can you teach me~?"

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

Atlantis's Songbird

Name (Former): Akimoto Yae

Name (Character): KitKat Winters

Age: 19

Appearance:

Character Level: 56

Character Class: Dancer

Personality: Akimoto, or "Kitkat" as she is more often called, is a go-getter kind of girl--a girl who knows what she wants and goes for it. More often than not, this turns out to be a sparkly outfit, or a pretty (and expensive) item, but it's the thought that counts--and the effort KitKat puts into pursuing her "rewards" is a sight to behold. She's easily attracted to shiny things and before the expansion spent most of her in-game time mining rare items and ignoring "real" combat. But KitKat isn't just a shallow girl--she's a confident and sneaky one. She excels at getting what she wants, no matter the cost, and it is with ease that she manipulates the outcome to her favor. Her favorite game? Playing the part of an "in-game" girlfriend to collect money and gifts for her collection. But, now that she's no longer hiding behind a screen, how will her bargains play out?

Abilities: As a Naiad (water-based spirit), Kitkat has a few tricks up her sleeve:

Aquatic Affinity -- Encompasses a Naiad's ease of sensing water, conversing with water-based creatures, and the occasional calling forth of a sudden blast of water.

The Four Strokes -- KitKat's enhanced swimming ability comes in handy when adventuring underwater, as does her heightened sight. In addition, she doesn't need to come up to the surface as often due to her "oxygen storage."

Skills: KitKat's class, Dancer, gives her high speed, low defense, and a variety of tools to aid her teammates. Most of her usefulness comes from her book of buff, debuff, and AoE spells, giving her the title of support.

These spells take the forms of various dances and songs, from the peppy and re-energizing Cheer Up! to a mournful melody the freezes enemies in their tracks. Couple this with KitKat's theatrical nature, and her performances are a sight to behold. Being a natural performer pays off, in more way than one, and KitKat has mastered those ways; out of battle, she can use skills like Flirt and Barter to turn the tide in her favor.

And while KitKat will usually stay off of the battlefield and aid from the sidelines, she holds onto a slender lightweight dagger and can quickly dart in between enemies to deal a little damage. One of her most prized skills, Pickpocket, gives KitKat the ability to approach an enemy and try to steal something off their person. It doesn't always work, though, and it leaves her open to future attacks.

Backstory: Alone. Young. Broke.

Those words fit Akimoto rather well--at the tender age of nineteen, she was kicked out of the house and left to fend for her herself. Not in the cruel, orphan way, but more in the "couch potato who needs to move out" sort of way. And at first, that's exactly what Akimoto did. She lazed around. She ate ramen for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She surfed the web. Despite being quite a bubbly girl as a child, it seemed to Akimoto that those days were over--that her fate was to die alone. Relationships with her family turned sour as her bad habits continued, and as far as she was concerned, it was for the better. A loser like her was worth nothing.

And then, she discovered Emerald Odyssey. For the first time in her life, she felt something--that is, she felt like she was worth something. In reality, she shopped at 24/7 convenience stores and lived on the bare minimum of wages, but online, she was special. She was loved! People liked her, liked her character's liveliness and liked her! This, above all, was what changed Akimoto's perception of life for the better. The further she got in the game, the more confident she felt with herself. She started taking risks--making bargains, a little bit of flirting here and there--and soon, this moved beyond just her online self.

Six months after purchasing Emerald Odyssey, she called her parents for the first time in three years.

Tears were shed as relationships mended and Akimoto leveled up higher and higher. Her online self was no longer just a personification of what she wishes she was--now, it's what she is, online and offline. However, as her confidence grew, so did her attachment to the game--at one point, she logged on every morning and every night, feverishly clicking away in the dead of night. Things were reaching a critical point. Akimoto lived each day wondering when the choice would come up--real life or Emerald Odyssey--and when it did, what would she choose?

And then the choice was made for her. Stuck in the body of her avatar (not a horrible tragedy, considering her, shall we say, assets) and without a way to contact her family, KitKat, formerly Akimoto Yae, is ready to begin anew. This is her life now; she's determined to never make those mistakes again.

Other: Possesses several impressive, if useless, achievements such as "Most Wedding Proposals Rejected" and "Most Pet Jaguars Owned."