Opposition

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Judith Calapsis

Judith Calapsis

Most Common Alias: “Angeles Nona”
Most Common Pseudonym: “The Queen of Diamonds”

Age:

28

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Judith

Just a glance towards the woman reveals an air of jaunty elegance and smug revelry. Judith doesn’t stand tall at 5’3”, but she stands proud. She treads lightly but each step bears great motivation. Judith appears slight, almost too thin. Her appearance is precise and exact, readily prepared down to the last detail. This is particularly evident in her angular face and perfected yet subtle makeup. It has always been hard to pin Judith down to a point of origin. Most have heard a multitude of accents come from the girl, all of which appear rather accurate. Perhaps one of the most peculiar features about Judith is how her body seems to occasionally appear covered with tattoos only to have them leave without a trace another day. Whether it is an act of immense amounts of makeup or some sort of fake inking, it fits the girl perfectly. For above all else, Judith is a walking enigma.

Her earthy eyes are steady, and seem to always maintain a certain smugness or caution. Her conscious observance is obvious. Her short brown hair always appears to be readily styled in a sort of half curled style that brings an element of unrest to her appearance, though even in the madness, there is order… Somehow. Judith has a style of dress that perfectly fits her personality. She is most commonly seen adorned in a fashionable shawl of black. The color seems signature to her, an unexpected notion coming from the flashy woman. Alongside it comes her other signature: the matching fedora.

Agency/Organization:

Civilian Benefactor of Organized Crime

Education:

Judith dropped out of college halfway through her degree to pursue her riches where her skills truly lied. She has learned through the life of different organized crime syndicates since then.

Background:

She was the least likely villain, Judith. In her earliest years, she found a home in the epitome of small town suburbia. Even Judith herself was back then a very average girl: A bit shy and awkward, but she managed. Her life wasn’t bad in the grand scheme of things. She had a stroke of bad luck in the familial department with the divorced parents and alcoholic father, but no one hid it better than Judith. In truth, it had become so normal to her, that she never seemed affected by it. Perhaps it was the seemingly transparent backstory that made her who she was, though. She skirted by through high school, desperate to escape to somewhere with more glamour. Alas, she was no one special. Judith got average grades, but her intuition allowed her to pass well enough. Well enough to get her away at least.

Next stop: San Diego, California. Judith went to one of the most lavish, expensive universities she could be accepted into. Cost was no worry to her. The girl was married entirely on the idea of fleeing to the Golden State under the impression any costs not covered could be paid later. It was when she arrived at the beautiful college that her life would finally take off. Judith was intent on changing herself— her personality, her lifestyle… California turned out to be all that she could have hoped for. She lived through the fantasies of being the perfect stereotypical student, becoming almost addicted to the lifestyle of weekly revelry, binge drinking, and partying the weekends into a blurry stupor. Yet even with the facade of a stereotypical failed student, Judith did keep up with her schooling. With her dream life came the realization that she intended to remain living in luxury for the rest of her days. Her future career was important to her— at least, until she met him.

She wasn’t a day older than 19. That didn’t stop her. It never had. With just the fake slab of plastic and a flash of that pretty smile could get her into any club in town. She was pretty enough to drink well, even without increasing her ever growing deficit, but she never fell for the spell of a charmer at the bar. Damned Judith always wished she could take back the night. To give him up? No. She so woefully hates the cliche that surrounded their meeting. He was The Charmer; the one that caught her eye. The club cohabitated its environment with a casino, and who was Judith if not curious to indulge? He hustled cards like no other. Win. Win. Win. Win. All the chips went his way. He attracted more than just one onlooker. Further, it appeared Judith wasn’t the only onlooker that was more than a bit suspicious. Too many suits and earpieces watched like hawks, so she took interest; she looked closer, closer than all the others. She caught his game, and it was more exhilarating than any night of drinking she’d ever had.

Judith wasn’t about to let him off without saying something, but she couldn’t say it in front of everyone. To this day, Judith still manages to trick herself into thinking she approached him thinking her reasoning behind it was entirely monetarily based. The two dueled with hushed words, going round after round together. It was all the greater he continued to win as the two drank. Things only got stranger from there, though, as Judith’s point of interest was invited into a sort of hideaway room. He was big time. Whatever he was doing was high stakes, and that was just the kind of interest Judith needed.

On the promise of an explanation of his trick, Judith spent hours subtly making herself busy around the casino, always sure to stay close to that ever so mysterious door the man had wandered into. She nearly grew too tired and too sober to continue her ‘stakeout’, but just in time that the blasting sounds of gunfire almost wholly drowned out by the casino’s raucous music would have gone unnoticed to every patron had one not been listening too closely. She stood outside the doors for a less than thirty seconds more before her specimen barreled forth from the bowels of the building sporting himself a brand new briefcase. As he bolted for the exit, seeming to time every agile maneuver perfectly. Every suited man in the place seemed to converge, yet one by one, each was eluded as if God himself had touched the man with luck beyond belief. She wouldn’t let him get away.

Lazlow Renatus, he would later call himself: the man with The Luck of the Devil on his side’. It made it all the more sweet that a simple college girl managed to meet him at the Bugatti Chiron that awaited him just outside. Without concern for safety or logic, Judith joined the man in his car before the pair were both swiss-cheesed by an impressive array of firepower for a casino. Lazlow soon explained that he was a career gambler— the best there was, and he made sure he never lost. At the time, it all seemed dreamlike to the young Judith. She imagined he was just the pinnacle of a human cheat, but as time went on, it began to seem like more than that. The two soon furthered the cliche, madly in love. Lazlow taught Judith his trade. While she was by no means on his level, she could play cards with the pros in just a few months. She, like he, was a prodigy. It wasn’t long before Judith abandoned her degree in favor of taking to Lazlow’s travelling lifestyle. The two were, in essence, homeless, but they were by no means impoverished.

As the two spent more time together, Judith realized how many enemies Lazlow had made in his mysterious past. He wasn’t just running from it either… He was on the run. Who was after him, he never revealed, but that didn't deter Judith from being at his side. It seemed every town the man went to, someone knew him, and someone wanted a bullet in his skull. It was through time that their shared love of gambling became a shared passion for whatever crime was necessary. Things went swimmingly most of the time. Lazlow seemed untouchable, and thus Judith found herself the same. Lazlow had them winning so much that Judith started to notice they tended to play more for items of value than cash at this point. It was always one strange artifact or another on the table, and time and time again, the duo won. Where Lazlow was fencing off the items, Judith never knew. She was never concerned with it.

Life travelling cross country went well. The pair was a regular modern Bonnie and Clyde duo… Save for the murder at least, though the craziest bit of it all was that Judith never saw Lazlow lose. The peculiar observation was never questioned, though. Why would it be? The spree that followed the pair led them all the way to the little Bayou town of Saint James, Louisiana. Lazlow soon revealed that this was his hometown and he owned property here. To call it a casino would have been too nice. The tiny bar had a few card tables set up, always filled up with innumerous shady folk. They only intended to spend a few days in the backwater town before taking off once more, but complications soon arose.

Drinks were had with old friends, chips were thrown without caution. It was a great time, but word of Lazlow’s return travelled fast, and it seemed he was quite well respected in old Saint James. It was only a few hours into their stay that they started seeing those men… Bald men, all bearing sunglasses and dressed perfectly in jet black suits seemed ever present— always watching. Judith didn’t want to bring it up, but Lazlow was definitely on edge. A botched attempt at a subtle retreat left the pair standing cornered, face to face with one particular suited man flanked by his cohorts. They were after some particular artifact, and not one Judith had ever heard. Lazlow, the smug bitch that he was, played them off, and surely that contributed to the fact that seconds later, firearms were drawn. Seconds after that, guns were fired. Three bullets in total. Three bullets marked Lazlow in the chest. Judith stood and watched the recoil snap his torso back, and as that shaky exhale escaped his lips, Lazlow looked to Judith and spoke? Calling for a retreat, Lazlow shot forward in an attempt to wrestle the weapon from his main assailant. The confused and bewildered Judith was left sliding towards the exit with innumerous questions. Where was his blood? Why was he alive? Why were there no bullet wounds?

In Judith’s escape, the town was crawling with similarly dressed men in black. She had a hard enough time making it out as is, but she did manage to do so unscathed. As for Lazlow, what occurred is unknown to everyone Judith can find. The duo has not been reunited since. Judith found herself never leaving the lifestyle entirely, though. She used a large sum of the money she had accrued to become the proprietor of a few successful businesses, all of them largely surrounding museum curation or the casino industry. As it stands now, ‘Judith Calapsis’ is widely known in her trade for her work with anyone who can provide her more information on what might have happened. Her businesses deal in eldritch items all the while she seeks for her past lover’s killer. Most commonly, she works in close conjunction with a variety of organized crime syndicates. Perhaps Judith is most famous for having associated with Lazlow in the first place. His sphere of influence seems present even in his disappearance.

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Judith wasn’t alone forever. Of course, it wasn’t Lazlow that came back. A very interested buyer contacted her over some old possessions of the duo in their heyday. It was rather intriguing for Judith that these buyers came better equipped and more frightening than any black market group she had ever experienced working with. She was more than happy to work with them, but they seemed to know too much. A cursory mention of her real name made Judith ready to bolt at the first chance she got. Unfortunately, these guys came leagues more prepared to the deal than she expected. Swiftly apprehended, Judith was as uncooperative as was possible for a short time, though as the hours went on, she told her interrogators of her search for the fate of her disappeared cohort.

What appeared like a final stroke of bad luck for the luckiest girl on Earth, turned out just as things always do for Judith. The men revealed they didn’t intend to kill Judith. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they were done with her. From that day forward, she was Delta Green’s agent through and through.

Personality:

Above all else, Judith Calapsis is one cocky bitch. Stubborn as hell, she is known for her particularly lavish lifestyle in which she’ll stop at nothing to get what she wants. She is by no means sheltered or spoiled in this sense, though. Judith is a go-getter, never afraid to get her hands dirty to handle her own business. She does have a tendency to get sidetracked when working, no doubt a side effect of never having a real job in which she had to stick to someone else’s schedule. Stemming from her constantly active attitude, Judith always seems to occupy herself with something no matter what the scenario.

Judith outwardly aims to project herself as someone with no fear, always ready for anything. In all actuality, her entire life is the product of old movie fantasies. She views herself almost as the star black widow in some old noir style crime film. Because of this, she’ll stop at nothing to perpetuate her story, which has certainly ran her into trouble with the law from time to time, but such a factor never bothered her. It was almost as if she romanticized the thought of being on the run. She’s given up her whole life and career studies for it after all. Judith never loses, even when she does lose, for there is nothing more in the world that the woman hates. Even through all the crazy nonsense that is Judith, she does seem to hold some sort of charm to her. She never really had the tendency to make enemies. Those all came as products of her particular skillset, but Judith does appear generally likeable.

In the thick of things, Judith’s panic manifests in strange ways. She never really finds herself outwardly expressing fear in any obvious manner, though she can get very talkative and anxious when the expected is completely ignored. Instead, when she finds herself more and more desperate, Judith tends to take unnecessary risks to escape the worst of scenarios. This has led to a great many folks thinking of her as a horrible partner. The weird of the world has always intrigued the gambler. She finds herself drawn towards things of eldritch nature, almost enticed by them. In this sense, she is more likely to accept the strange as they perpetuate her life of thrill. After all, above all else that is what Judith is: a career thrillseeker.

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Judith wasn’t alone forever. Of course, it wasn’t Lazlow that came back. A very interested buyer contacted her over some old possessions of the duo in their heyday. It was rather intriguing for Judith that these buyers came better equipped and more frightening than any black market group she had ever experienced working with. She was more than happy to work with them, but they seemed to know too much. A cursory mention of her real name made Judith ready to bolt at the first chance she got. Unfortunately, these guys came leagues more prepared to the deal than she expected. Swiftly apprehended, Judith was as uncooperative as was possible for a short time, though as the hours went on, she told her interrogators of her search for the fate of her disappeared cohort.

What appeared like a final stroke of bad luck for the luckiest girl on Earth, turned out just as things always do for Judith. The men revealed they didn’t intend to kill Judith. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean they were done with her. From that day forward, she was Delta Green’s agent through and through.

Likes:

Money
Winning
Gambling ("It's not a problem if you keep winning.")
Expensive Alcohol
Expensive Cars
Inexpensive Alcohol
Action

Dislikes:

Losing
Boring People
Meetings and Debriefings
Planning Ahead
People Who Think They Are Better Than Her

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Fears:

Judith has always had a mantra of fearing nothing. Deep down, though— as with everyone— this is certainly not the case. The 'Live Free and Die in a Fiery Explosion' sort of girl has her share of fears just like everyone else. Her life have been so inconsistent that consistency would leave Judith offput. The idea of stagnation or being forgotten in this empty world that she so desperately tries to control. The inevitability that is the meaninglessness of her existence. It is that, that she fears. Perhaps it is that existential worry that drives Judith's incessant bouts of revelry.

Skills:

Gifted(+5): Subterfuge, Awareness
Adept(+3): Persuade, Breaking-And-Entering, Marksmanship [Handguns]
Average(+2): Interrogation, Hand-to-Hand, Archaeology
Novice(+1): Demolitions/EOD, Crafting, Tactical Driving, Anthropology

Languages:

French, Italian, Russian

Weaknesses:

Brains over Brawn: Judith's physical capabilities aren't very difficult to discern. She is by no means a brute, thus, she will easily be physically outmatched by most. While she does have experience with her fair share of fast paced escape scenarios, there is no raw power hidden within her small form.

Career Gambler: Judith has spent the latter half of her life playing the odds for a living. A saying circulated about the regular 'Bonnie' in her circles what said 'Judith would play a hand with the devil if she could'. She has lived as possibly one of the most impulsive people alive. Lazlow had always said to fear nothing, and those were some damn good words to live by. It is that playing the odds that keeps her feeling alive. This is as much a curse as one might expect. Judith is just about the least thrifty person around. Money is something that comes and goes faster than her mind can keep up. It is as much an addiction to gamble as they make it out to be.

Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:

Clothing:
Judith's common style has her sporting a black dress or a simple top and skirt of a similar color. Falling over top, Judith sports a jacket acting as a hybrid for utility and fashion. Atop her head a fedora lies precariously ready to fall off at the heed of any action scenario. High black socks and shoes are always present in Judith's style, though the brands and specifications tend to vary. She tends to carry a few accessories around as well, such as a shawl or sunglasses.

Weapons:
Judith holds a Glock 26 in her satchel or pocket depending on the scenario, and she has a tendency to carry her main sidearm for business, a Glock 19 equipped with a silencer even when not on the job. No matter the situation, Judith is always armed with a stiletto blade.

Tools/Equipment:
Contained in a satchel with a false lining, Judith carries a snap gun, a flask of liquid courage, a lighter, three cell phones (one of which is seemingly always accidentally unmuted), a pack of cigarettes, as well as a few thousand dollars in currencies both physical and digital.

Operational Clothing/Equipment:

Clothing:
Judith’s operational clothing is most often no different from her standard attire, but she might more commonly where a coat with pockets for utility and gloves.

Weapons:
Judith’s signature weapon of choice when getting down to business is the silenced Glock 19. Due to the nature of her business, she is most comfortable with just a sidearm only for purposes of subtlety. When in serious cases, Judith carries two of her Glocks, both armed with silencers and laser sights. Her stiletto knife also maintains presence when Judith carries her operational equipment.

Tools/Equipment:
Judith’s satchel acts as a main storage for all of her operational equipment. Concealed within is her a glass cutter, a multitool, and a rather impressive and extensive makeup kit held presumably to forge disguises. Alongside these unique tools, Judith carries everything she would carry outside of her operational outfitting.

Roleplay Details

Visions of the Singularity: Opp's Collection of 1x1 Ideas

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Visions of the Singularity: Opp's Collection of 1x1 Ideas

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Visions of the Singularity: Opp's Collection of 1x1 Ideas

<<<𝕀𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘...>>>

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Hello everyone! I am Opposition, and since I’ve recently had some time freed up, I’d like to start up a few more roleplays. I’m not the most complex soul, but I figured it’d be best if you understood who I was before we jumped into things.

<<<𝔸 𝔹 𝕆 𝕌 𝕋 𝕄 𝔼...>>>

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►I go by many monikers, and you can really take your pick: Opposition, Opp, or whatever you feel like, realy.

►I prefer sticking to playing females. It just comes more naturally and comfortably to me.

►I am of adult age and would prefer a partner that is as well. Mature themes can often come up in my roleplays, but generally aren’t the main focus.

►I enjoy getting to know the people I write with. Please feel free to chat with me as we roleplay. No need to be strangers.

►I have a tendency to get very invested in characters, and thus that leads to me fleshing them out a great deal. I hope this doesn’t get in the way of any interactions.

<<<ℝ 𝕆 𝕃 𝔼 ℙ 𝕃 𝔸 𝕐 𝔾 𝕌 𝕀 𝔻 𝔼 𝕃 𝕀 ℕ 𝔼 𝕊...>>>

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►I write at an advanced level, so my posts tend to be on the lengthy and more quality side of things. I ask the same of my partner. Please be able to write at least at a low-advanced level. You don’t have to be flawless at writing, but I prefer literacy and ability to write more than a couple of paragraphs. I really do like writing longer posts and it is very difficult to do that if a partner isn't willing to put a good deal of effort into making a post. Don’t feel the need to match my length if I go overboard, but do try to write at an advanced level. Feel free to go as overboard as you'd like when you have adequate ideas.

►I tend to be a very busy and sporadic person. I apologize for this in advance, but I am likely not going to be able to get posts out every day. My goal is to try and get a post out every other day or so. I ask that you try your best to do the same. Of course, I understand if that isn’t possible 24/7.

►I have a preference of taking on a single character per roleplay. I find this leads to more in depth personalities and traits. I suppose I wouldn’t really mind if you would want more than one character, but one on one roleplay tends to be what I am looking for.

►I have an unhealthy obsession with worldbuilding, and will likely bombard any roleplay I am in with details of the world. If you’re interested in fleshing out the world in which our roleplay takes place then this is the place for you.

►Similarly, I also have an unhealthy obsession with writing very detailed and in-depth character sheets. While I don’t expect my partner to go as overboard as me, I certainly wouldn’t be bothered if they did.

►Romance tends to play a large role in my roleplays— or at least, I prefer it to be present. This isn’t a necessary factor for every roleplay, but it is something I enjoy adding in if my partner is comfortable with it. With that said, romance is rarely the main focus of my roleplays, and while it can take the spotlight sometimes, I’d prefer if we still had a real story going on as well.

►All of my plots are written with a male partner in mind, but that can be changed if you’d prefer to play a female.

►Roleplays can be done in PMs or in the 1x1 thread. I don't have a preference, so I will leave that up to my partner.

►Since I am such a scattered person, I may not be able to juggle a ton of 1x1's at a time. Please don't hold it against me if I say I am full on roleplays for the moment. If I free up some time, I will gladly contact people if they are still interested once I am available.

<<<𝕆 ℝ 𝕀 𝔾 𝕀 ℕ 𝔸 𝕃 ℙ 𝕃 𝕆 𝕋 𝕊 . . .>>>

A World Of Pain**

𝓐 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷

We live in a world on the cusp, a world wherein nuclear war is just a hair-trigger’s touch away, A World of Pain. The final calm before the storm is ready to subside, and no part of the world will go untouched, for alongside the nuclear fire is a fire that burns even hotter: hellfire.

When the bombs finally dropped, entire countries were leveled to ruins of dust. Billions of lives were lost, but all hope wasn’t lost— not yet— not until the Rapture came too. Horrifying mutated black beasts rose from the Earth to devour the remaining souls that inhabited the Earth. Massive muscle-bound juggernauts made from the blackest shadows, rended flesh and steel alike, leaving no society unbroken. It was those absent from society that remained. How long they would remain, no one knew. All the survivors knew was that judgement day had come, and it was time to face death.

America, China, the United Kingdom, all were primary targets. It was deep in heart of Africa, where the fire of the desert and the darkness of the jungles concealed the few above the many. For one reason or another you found yourself there at the time of the Rapture, and maybe— just maybe— someone else is out there with you. All you’re sure of, though, is that you’re in for A World of Pain.

Twin Destinies***

𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼

When a fractured land is ridden with a thousand kingdoms all vying for control, there isn’t much hope for the world. Chaos and war are everywhere and laws are sparse. Sporadic kingdoms have popped up, but all empires fail to control the breadth of the land— all empires save for one. When a powerful regime finally rises to rule, order seems to finally be returning as a possibility, at least until the royal bloodline loses its infant princess to a faction of assassins to be used as leverage. It wasn’t until the ransom was delivered that it was revealed that the terrorist faction revealed that they never intended to live up to their end of the bargain, but that princess was a forgotten soul. Years have passed since then, and with no royal successors remaining, trouble is bound to surround the Empire.

You are a young noble of another sort, and with enough wealth in your family to further expand the Empire, your bloodline has quite a bit of pull. When it is revealed that the lost princess was rescued from her captors, a number of royal families contend to court her. It is your family that managed to arrange a marriage between you and the newly returned princess. Unfortunately, you are unable to meet the lost princess until the day before your marriage, and even then you miss the opportunity as it is found out that the princess has fled the palace. Many royal brigades are sent after her, and you are requested to seek her out as well to prove yourself. Will you be able to convince your arranged bride that her royal life is the life for her, though? Or will you perhaps join her on her new vendetta?

This roleplay is meant to be set in a high fantasy world. Thusly, magic will exist in a multitude of forms. In terms of technology, the basis for most things will be at a medieval or renaissance level. The world is meant to be quite large and centered around 'the Empire', but there is plenty of room for worldbuilding as the story progresses.

Girl of Zion*

𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓩𝓲𝓸𝓷

He always thought she was different… There was just something about her. She wasn’t a talker— barely talked at all even. She wasn’t awkward, but still always alone. To everyone, she was the perfect Catholic always hassling with schoolwork. Out of everyone in the school, he would have bet that she had the least interesting life of them all. Certainly she was the least likely to be a hunter of Demons, Vampires, and Eldritch Horrors. What will he do now that he knows the truth? What will she do now that her secret is compromised.

Electric Sheep and Cyber Dreams**

𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝔂𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼

High-tech low-life. Is there a better way to describe the world? When the world of industry and corporation inevitably surpasses any political safeguards, nothing is off limits. Set in a cyberpunk future world, the only thing that outshines the technological wonders of the world is the sin that lurks behind them. Corporations prey on the populous daily, and no one dares to stop them. Advanced cybernetics have allowed mankind to push the limits of what it means to be human, maybe even losing some of their humanity in the process. The true marvels of the titanic technological revolution come in the fields of artificial intelligence, though. Artificial humans have even been created, akin to androids, but these automatonic machines aren’t humans, right? You would be hard pressed to find anyone else who believes that. Most androids act as mindless peons, used only as industrial worker bees. With the explosive expanse in our technological limits, could these artificial humans really be less than human?

You will assume the role of just one of the pawns in this cyberpunk world, inhabiting whatever role you might prefer. Along the story of your struggles, however, you come into possession of your own android. Perhaps you built it, perhaps it was a lucrative business deal, or maybe it was stolen. Either way, this top of the line product that is a bit more esoteric than is comfortable is a blank slate, having only been a prototype. The only thing that is for sure is that this technology is surely sought after, and its fate is in your hands.

I hope to see this roleplay with a heavy focus on worldbuilding, allowing us to find a variety of subplots in our unique cyberpunk world.

In The House of High Saints***

𝓘𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓼

Welcome to the House of High Saints: Louisiana’s Premiere Sanatorium for Mentally Infirm Young Adults. Outwardly its massive estate appears too regal to be hiding even a dash of anything sinister, but behind the monolithic walls of the House of High Saints hides a host of its own dark secrets. Rumor has it that the House is much more of a lunatic-run society than it is a true hospital. Inhumane treatment, violence, and corruption run rampant throughout the house and its estate. A medical staff closely aligned with the cloak and dagger operations of the government uses its subjects moreso than they do treat them.

When mental illness strikes two particular teens, they find themselves struggling to cope with life. It isn’t until they are mistakenly committed to the Sanatorium that they find themselves much worse off than before. Though as time goes on, the two find that there may not have been a mistake, and the people of the House of High Saints are a lot more than meets the eye. Psionic abilities once thought to be myth are revealed to be commonplace amongst patients and staff alike, but what does the government want with these people? Can the two find solace being two of the most sane people there? Could they get themselves out? Could they stop the operations at the House of High Saints once and for all?

This roleplay will deal with a large amount of sensitive subject matter as it focuses quite a bit around themes of mental illness. Dark themes will obviously be present. Please understand this if you’re interested. Alongside that, I am hoping to captivate a sort of shadow government research thematic element. We will each be playing a patient at the House of High Saints, struggling to cope with their environment as well as their own problems.

Consecration and Desecration***

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Set in a medieval world, talk of magick is all that is necessary to hear cries of Occultist or Witch! Sure, magick is a surefire death sentence, but magick isn’t real, right? The only true supernatural ability in the world comes from Miracles, right? The majority of people think of the occult arts as little more than a superstition, but what truly hides in the night may be a bit more sinister than the common man would like to realize. Claims of magic in your home nation are becoming more and more common, but the governing body assures common folk that no such blasphemy could exist in their homeland. Of course, any supposed witches and occultists are hunted or executed, but the problem isn’t so contained anymore.

In this roleplay, you’ll take on the role of a man believing in the power of miracles. Perhaps you are a clergyman, a plague doctor, or even a witch hunter, but no matter what path you’ve chosen, you’ve been lucky enough to be granted with the God-given ability to perform some miracles. This holy power was proof enough that the laws of the church were righteous, but when you come across a suspected witch, things may start to change. Your creed and your society tell you the witch must be brought to justice, but what do you think?

The idea for this plot is to intersect the two sides of magickal arts: the holy and the occult. Most magick will be based around rumored miracles and dark arts, but a handful of magickal creatures, devils, and angels may be lurking in the shadows. Esoterica is a big theme here, so the powers of non-miracle magic will be widely believed to be hearsay. I haven’t done much worldbuilding for this roleplay, so be prepared for a lot of that.

<<<ℂ ℍ 𝔸 ℝ 𝔸 ℂ 𝕋 𝔼 ℝ 𝕊 . . .>>>

You can find a post containing a number of characters I have created in the past that I wish to use again here.

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If you are interested in pursuing any roleplays with me, feel free to contact me via PMs.

Tabletop Fighting Game (Playtesting)

<Snipped quote by OppositionJ>

I take it youll be playing as Ivy?

@Dynamo Frokane

Yeah! That'll work quite well.

Tabletop Fighting Game (Playtesting)

@OppositionJ Game is all finished Oppy! Would you be available to playtest?

@Dynamo Frokane

Sure, I'm prepared to win.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@OppositionJ
Omg. That was beautifully written. Bravo!

Also! You are totally taking this where I was hoping you would take it. :p

@Lovejoy

Aww thanks! I've always enjoyed writing combat scenes.

@OppositionJ ooooh, sadness? because they're friends, and she has a deep connection to the glacier? or...*spins out ideas* Does Terviclops have issues killing its brethren? Are these even its brethren?! *flailing*

@shylarah

I've sort of pictured Terviclops as being a sort of carnal force that would kind of just attack everything if he wasn't under Tatiana's control, but who knows? That was just my first idea.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

A cold dead silence reverberated from Cillian and Tatiana's front. The inquisitor dared not to speak, even as the carnage began. Occasionally, she would hear Cillian call to her or bark orders to others. She wasn't listening. Not really. She could notice some of the conscripts shooting weary-eyed gazes of disbelief and panic as they witnessed her. She was stagnant— unmoving, save for a moment spared to augment her abilities with her spare ether vials. Tatiana had barely even fired a shot from her rifle held at rest. She was an alright shot. Certainly better than some of the conscripts, but even as the demons came forth, the young Tatiana stood like stone. Time went on and on as the alien beasts closed their distance towards the trench. The panic in her brigade was palpable at that point, but perhaps its cause was something a bit less obvious.

It was looming in the air— that impending sense of dread. It hung over everyone around the summoner as if an aura of pure hatred had been conjured in the air. The most worried soldiers might look back to the paralyzed inquisitor to find the source of their fear. Tatiana held a clenched fist, twitching and shaking at its own will. Around her appendage, swathes of black smoke emanated. The source of pestilential smog only amplified as the mass of demons charged the trench. Elisheva wouldn't be able to stop them all and Tatiana knew that.

"Whatever you do, don't let those things near you," Cillian's words finally seemed to click in Tatiana's mind as if the catatonia that had seemingly overtaken her had briefly fell. A smile broached her stony expression.

"Funny... I had the exact opposite plan." The words came under Tatiana's breath, lost in the harsh wailing of the icy winds. Her eyes traced the scenario before, rapidly shifting left and right to take in the sights before her. The cacophony of thrums echoing from the beating of glacial wings only grew louder. The other demons were closing in, but Tatiana held herself from acting. Why? She didn't know herself. Perhaps it was that final sight of the creatures as they closed the distance. She could see the eyes of her adversaries. Pain emanated from within them. Tatiana couldn't help but reminisce on the day where she had witnessed the same sight in the eyes of another creature: her own partner.

Tatiana faltered if just for a moment. The viscous black smoke fizzled out from her grip. She had lost her preparation, and so close to the moment she would clash with her enemy... The word echoed in her mind: enemy... These weren't her enemies. No. Tatiana briefly stumbled back, sure that the charging demons would slash straight through her form as they buzzed towards her. Did she accept her fate? She wasn't sure. After just a moment, she focused back upon her foes. They had been stopped? Cillian's trap had sprung. He had acted when she would not. He had stepped up to protect their group. That thought would haunt her, but not now. She didn't have time for that. The brambles weren't going to hold them forever. The shadowy grasp of smoke surrounded her hand once again, flaring up to a much greater volume than before. Tatiana shifted her gaze to look towards her savior. He met her gaze.

"Their wings are sharp, it will not hold them back forever, but it will give us time. We must pick off the trapped demons while we can, but when they break through... It will fall to you to protect us, Tatiana." He was right. Soon, the demons would be upon them again, and their tiny squadron was by no means ready to take care of them. Finally it had come. It was her time. It was their time...

"Terviclops!" Tatiana threw her hand skyward, allowing the emanating smoke trails to fire up into the freezing air where it would amass itself into a monolithic orb. As if calling back to Tatiana's summon, an infernal roar emanated from the sphere of smoke. The cacophonous sound shot out, echoing off of the Black Glacier for all to hear. Then, as if all that dread hanging in the air had been sucked up and compacted into its rawest form, the massive ragged beast fell from the smoke. The Terviclops demon writhed in agony as it smashed down into the snow on its feet. The creature appeared easily over double the size of a Tatiana with torn flesh and patchwork fur. It held a wicked spear appearing so makeshift that it may have better suited the creature as a blunt weapon. No matter what happened, it seemed the demon was restless, constantly jumping and flailing around.

Tatiana readied herself as her companion came to. She clutched her rifle in one hand as though a club, the bayonet at its end poised to strike just the same as the combat knife in her offhand. Tatiana sent one final glance towards Cillian. Her solemn gaze had been replaced with something new— something almost inexplicable. She felt the carnage coursing through the massive beast at her side and it fueled her. She was excited. She spoke up one final word in a calm voice, but her energy was palpable in her utterance. "Set.." The Terviclops demon finally halted in its rage, falling dead silent. It swiveled its body through the air to aim itself at its brethren. It was as if it was setting itself like an angered ram. In its motions, Tatiana made her own movements, jumping towards the tail of her demon. As swiftly as one might climb stairs, the squadron of conscripts alongside Cillian would witness Tatiana scaling the back of her companion, grabbing at patches of dead and knotted fur. Once she had hunkered against its back, gripping Terviclops as if her life depended it, one more word broached her lips. This one seemed to finally release that pent up potential energy in both her and her stalwart beast: "Charge..."

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Terviclops shot forward with reckless abandon. The behemoth beelined right towards the first few winged demons to free themselves from Cillian's trap. Huddled against the creature was its summoner. Tatiana couldn't see anything before her or where her demon intended to strike. It was that trust that linked them. Their two resonant minds had to work together— or at least that was how Tatiana justified it. Her enemies were poised to shred straight through her own demon with their rapidly beating wings, but Terviclops had other plans. Distance closed and soon enough, the two primal forces were just meters from one another. With one swift motion, the stone spear held in the hands of Terviclops barreled forward. With both claws wrapped around its armament, the Terviclops demon smashed its weapon into the marauding demon, clobbering it aside into the snow. Two more winged demons still flew to flank the duo on either side, though. It was finally time for Tatiana to act.

The looming beasts were mere seconds from cutting into Tatiana and her demon, and she knew that. In one swift motion, Tatiana released her grip from Terviclops. In her fall, she allowed herself to kick off of the back of the now stationary behemoth. Arcing her firearm through the air still held in one hand, she let rip the trigger, sending a projectile right at one of the demons. Her precarious positioning left aiming as something to be further developed, though. The bullet ripped through the air only to smash into a portion of the beast's wing. While she did succeed in offsetting one of the attackers from striking at Terviclops, the same attacker followed up by flying towards Tatiana instead, and as she fell onto her back in the snow, her position left much to be desired.

Tatiana aimed her weapon once more, but there was no time to fire. As the demon sliced its wings perpendicular the ground, Tatiana prepared only one maneuver to rescue herself, relinquishing her weapon from her hands. Just as the icy wings carved into the rift of snow before her, Tatiana shot one shoulder up, rolling herself away from the bisecting slash of the demon. As it flew on and started to turn around, Tatiana made for her weapon. She fired once, twice, three times. It was then that the desolate click click click sounded as she pressed the trigger. Her weapon was empty. Still, the demon flew, albeit slowed and with fragmented armor. As it came in for a second flyby, Tatiana knew she needed to rethink her strategy. For less than a second, Tatiana glanced back towards her companion. Terviclops was going toe-to-toe with the third aerial demon. That stone spear it wielded proved deadly against any demons closing in. Tatiana felt the wooden stock of her firearm. Her grip tightened. Her vision honed in on the speeding demon. Tatiana didn't see an enemy before her, no. Instead, she honed her focus on watching the creature as a projectile ready to impact and eviscerate her in just milliseconds.

Another sidestep forced itself through her body. All the while, Tatiana let crack her bayoneted weapon in effort to impact it sharp edge against the wings of the charging figure. She let out a cry of frustration as the weapon was macerated in the beating of the glacial wings, being ripped from her hands in the process. Tatiana may have lost her only firearm, but she got what she wanted in return. The demon skidded across the icy ground, one of its wings cracked and faltering. Tatiana could see the creature trying hopelessly to rise back into the air on its shattered wing. Finally, the inquisitor had a moment to gather her breath. Another look to her Terviclops revealed the raging demon just finishing off the third enemy with a gruesome smashing of its spear into the fallen creature. For a moment, Tatiana could have sworn a sense of sorrow welled up within her. What was she doing?

No. She didn't have time for thoughts of remorse. She was in her element. "Terviclops..." Tatiana looked to her massive companion, determination welling up in her weary eyes. "Advance." With the same demonic reckless abandon as before, Tatiana and her demon rushed forward, further and further from Cillian and his firing squad. She knew what they would meet if they pushed on. It fueled her. No fear was present in the young inquisitor's mind. Only fury manifested within her. She was lost in a primal state. Chaos was all she sought. Tatiana was headed straight for the center of the glacier.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@shylarah @OppositionJ

Hi! Any word on when we can expect a reply? No rush of course!

@Lovejoy

I'm almost done. Everything should be done today!