PatientBean

Welcome to Havenwood

I will add my two cents should anyone care.

Post count doesn't mean anything, in the grand scheme. What matters is the content, the desire to want to add to a story, how well you can collaborate with everyone, and your willingness to work through and be respectful. That last one, I think, is important and one that I, myself, have struggled with in the past and still do. I haven't been here long but I have seen my fair share of RPs get up and running only to die slowly because people leave, for one reason or another. I do not discount people with real-life situations, but more often than not I see people just dip with no word, which is unfair to the others you are playing with.

So as long as you are mindful in this, and if you do need to exit you inform others (mainly the GM), then I do not think anyone will have an issue.

Ok hopping off my soapbox now. I welcome any and all who want to create fantastic stories!

Château de La Lune

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Millicent

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Location: Château de La Lune: Foyer
Skills: N/A

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Millicent sat on her couch with the letter opened in front of her. She eyed it like she was eyeing a street magician performing for pennies on a Santa Monica street; with a watchful eye for the obvious tricks of the trade.

It wasn't that she was in disbelief. She had honors before. Awards. Performances in her honor. This was..something else though. The letter itself gave off a certain vibe. It was as if the letter itself was a person who was doing their best to give compliment after compliment to bring her up to a false sense of pride before crashing it all down. Even in her field there were others who would rather see her dead on the street than up on the stage.

Millicent pondered the situation. She had been under a certain amount of stress as of late. Stress that was impacting her personal life as well as her professional one. Surely some time off was warranted. Not only that, the trip was free. Plane ride there and a generous stipend for the time she would be away. And she was in a nice position to be able to take some time off.

What drove her the most was the prize. $1,000,000 was nothing to sneeze at. Even if she didn't win it, she would enjoy the break.

She decided. She could do with a small vacation. What's the worst that could happen?

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The trip there was unlike anything she had experienced before. She never had a plane ride to herself and waited on the entire time. That in itself was worth the time away she took. The flight was long but she had gotten so relaxed it passed by like nothing. She hadn't had a restful nights sleep ever since...

Well that didn't matter now did it?

Upon arriving in France she met up with the limo driver and was sped away. She was almost hopeful it would be a singular journey there like the plane ride, but no such luck. She was with a few others who made light conversation. She joined in to an extent. Name given. Oh that joke was funny I should laugh at it. Things like that. But in a sense the others there were competition and competition brought out the worst in people. It would not serve her well to dish out all of her secrets.

It was a beautiful sight. Millicent had always wanted to come to France, though she heard things like how French people hated Americans or how dirty the country actually was. And while all of that might be true, in this instance she was met with grandeur and wonder. Millicent took a moment outside to take it all in. She needed this.

Millicent followed some of the others inside but she made a beeline for the notice board. It held her information as well as what her room would be. Turkish Rose. A quaint name. Millicent glanced around and decided she would find her room and scope it out before leaving and checking out the place itself.

Mllicent followed a rather handsome man upstairs but he made his own way to the room assigned to him, so Millicent foudn hers. Inside she noted the dated decor. That wasn't terrible. After all she was here for free. The painting depicted a desert that gave off some comfort. What impressed her was access to a balcony with some seats. She could take the morning air aftwer waking up. The room did nicely.

She further checked out the bathroom and noticed it was a shared one with someone in the adjoining bedroom. That was...less nice. Millicent liked her own space. Preferred it really. But again, she was here for free for a time. She would make the most of it. Perhaps the other person would be friendly and clean. And even if they weren't they would likely not interact too much during this.

Overall, she was impressed. Impressed and wary. The wariness had lingered ever since she got the note. It still sat with her. Had she ever heard of the La Lune family? In a sense, yes. They were important enough to be the topic of rumors abound, but what did they know of her?

Perhaps a tour of the place was in order. Once she was settled Millicent opened her bedroom door and made her way into the hallway.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - The Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day: Pink Fall Outfit

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Sabine watched the girl walk away, the feel of her lips imprinted on her wrist. Sabine’s mind washed with conflicting thoughts and emotions. At equal measures she wanted to follow the girl, do whatever it was she had in mind before she was needed for her physical examination and, even then, it was almost like she didn’t want to do the contest anymore.

And that scared her.

The Sabine before would have jumped at the chance. She would have showed her a good time in some closet nearby and made her world rock. But that wasn’t who she was anymore. Right? Because even if she wanted to run and forget, even for a moment, that was not how it worked anymore. She remembered. She had to remember.

Leah. April.

As much as she was hurt, she knew if she did anything untoward it would hurt both of them. And as mad as she was at April she didn’t want her hurt anymore.

Sabine felt her phone vibrate and looked. She stared at the screen a moment. The long dead text chain, the group of them, had been replied to. From Leah. What did that mean? If Leah wanted to talk to her they were in the same room at the same hotel. Sabine read it, the frantic words echoing on the screen. Sabine, at first, was confused.

Then panic. Whatever this was, Leah was worried. It was hard to convey tone in text but the messages screamed worry. Sabine put her phone away and began to head to their room, sure she would find Leah there.

And ran almost face-first into the girl.

Sabine was about to check but she looked into Leah’s eyes, took in her expression. And Sabine’s heart fell. And her words reverberated in her mind.

Did he hurt you?

”What? Leah? Who are you talking about? What’s wrong?”

”He’s- Where? He knows where you are- I tried to find you sooner but- He’s-“ She was talking too fast for her brain to keep up, and she looked ready to kill somebody.

”Where the fuck is he?”

”Leah get a grip! Who are you talking about?” Sabine had never seen Leah so freaked out before. So hell-bent on finding…whoever it was she was referring to. Whoever this person was he was enough to freak Leah out.

And then it hit her.

”Fuck…it’s your father, isn’t it?”

”Yes it’s my fucking- Immediately, Leah stopped herself and just put a hand out. She didn’t want to scream at her.

”Look. I trust you.”

Sabine felt her heart race. The stories surrounding Leah’s father were always with a tint of fear. How strong he was. How Leah, as cool as she tried to be, always seemed fearful of him. So the fact he was here was…

Sabine knew what she had to do. What Leah was allowing her to do. If for no other reason than to see it with her own eyes. So Sabine nodded, staring directly into Leah’s eyes as she opened her mind up to her. Sabine willed herself inside easily enough without Leah fighting it. Sabine hated this even if Leah gave her permission. It felt like a betrayal. But needs must.

Sabine observed the most recent memory. It wasn’t hard to find. In it she saw through Leah’s eyes a man standing before her. Instantly Sabine felt weighted down. The emotions stacking on top of her. Fear. Anger. Sadness. A tsunami of them washing over her. Leah’s father looking at her, the smug expression. Sabine wanted to punch that grin off of his face.

And then Leah’s father mentioned her by name. He knew who she was. Knew she was here. And essentially threatened Leah with her own demise. Sabine felt her breathing slow. Panic rising.

She quickly exited and leaned on the wall nearby for support. Leah’s father knew she was here and knew what she looked like. Which meant at any point he could have showed up and Sabine would have been none the wiser, especially if he was sneaky about it. But even then, Sabine knew what he looked like but that didn’t mean much. She was so distracted. By the contest. By Leah. By April. She could have been killed. Easily.

And, of course, whatever Leah was going through.

”Leah, we need to find April.” The things unsaid, but surely known.

If he knew who Sabine was, he knew April. And right now April was alone.

Welcome to Havenwood

Bronwyn Whytewood

Name: Bronwyn Whytewood

Age: 24

Occupation: Busker/Barista

Appearance: Bronwyn has long, dirty blonde hair and light gray eyes. She has some freckles on her nose and cheeks. She has light peach skin. Bronwyn is 5'6'' and has a slender build. Typical clothes range from darkwash jeans and off-shoulder tops to dresses. She wears darker colors in reds, pinks, purples, blues, and blacks. Her favorite pair of boots are her knee-length dark brown leather boots. She usually wears her hair down or tied up with a scarf. Make-up is lipstick and eyeliner and she normally wears a dark red color on her lips. She wears a silver locket with a picture in it though she hardly ever opens it.

Personality: Bronwyn is not easily tied down. A free-spirit who prefers sticking it to authority versus following the rules. Bronwyn does not trust easily, having been bitten before, and she often meets people with a dry wit and a gallon of sarcasm. Underneath the somewhat prickly exterior beats a heart of someone who wants to be there for people but does not fully know how to do that. Bronwyn is not afraid to call someone out for being a jerk (just ask the coffee shop customers) nor is she afraid of getting her hands dirty in a squabble, especially if it is defending someone else.

Background: Bronwyn is on the run.

That sounds more dire than it is. Bronwyn isn't being chased, but what she knew back then is a powderkeg she would rather not be near. After losing her mother when she was very young it was just her and her father. He tried his best to raise a young girl, but admittedly mishandled a lot of situations, especially when Bronwyn came out to him when she was 15 years old. He claimed to be supportive but comments made growing up around him did not instill confidence in Bronwyn.

Bronwyn did okay in school, passing her classes but not excelling in much apart from drama and music. The goal was to go to Broadway and audition for musicals.

Then she met Chrissi.

Chryssi seemed like she had everything Bronwyn was missing. She supported her endeavors. She came to Bronwyn's shows when she would sing at open-mic nights when her father couldn't be bothered. She made Bronwyn feel like she was the only person who mattered. So when she was 19 years old, she moved out of her father's house and in with Chryssi. It started well at first, as these things go. Soon, it became apparent the Chryssi Bronwyn met was not who she really was. Control took over: what Bronwyn could wear, who Bronwyn hung out with. It all came to a head when Chryssi laid hands on Bronwyn in a heated argument.

With no place to call home and no place to go, Bronwyn moved around in her car, living in motels when she could. She worked odd jobs and would sing when she could. New York never seemed so far away. Havenwood seemed like a nice place to get lost so Bronwyn stuck around, hoping to never meet up with her past again.

The Touch: Bronwyn has a feeling of dread that she is being watched at all times. While this can be played off during the day (she IS a performer after all) the feelings grow the darker it gets. She can never quite catch who or what it is, though there always seems to be a shadow present. Or what she thinks is a shadow.

Weaknesses: Bronwyn has no real ties to the town. While she may recognize some people, like regulars, there is no one here she can claim support from if she needs it.

Motivations: Bronwyn wants security, both internally and externally. She wants to make a name for herself and achieve the dreams she held on to from her youth. She wants to be surrounded by people who care for her and feel safe in her own skin.

Welcome to Havenwood

Bronwyn Whytewood

Name: Bronwyn Whytewood

Age: 24

Occupation: Busker/Barista

Appearance: Bronwyn has long, dirty blonde hair and light gray eyes. She has some freckles on her nose and cheeks. She has light peach skin. Bronwyn is 5'6'' and has a slender build. Typical clothes range from darkwash jeans and off-shoulder tops to dresses. She wears darker colors in reds, pinks, purples, blues, and blacks. Her favorite pair of boots are her knee-length dark brown leather boots. She usually wears her hair down or tied up with a scarf. Make-up is lipstick and eyeliner and she normally wears a dark red color on her lips. She wears a silver locket with a picture in it though she hardly ever opens it.

Personality: Bronwyn is not easily tied down. A free-spirit who prefers sticking it to authority versus following the rules. Bronwyn does not trust easily, having been bitten before, and she often meets people with a dry wit and a gallon of sarcasm. Underneath the somewhat prickly exterior beats a heart of someone who wants to be there for people but does not fully know how to do that. Bronwyn is not afraid to call someone out for being a jerk (just ask the coffee shop customers) nor is she afraid of getting her hands dirty in a squabble, especially if it is defending someone else.

Background: Bronwyn is on the run.

That sounds more dire than it is. Bronwyn isn't being chased, but what she knew back then is a powderkeg she would rather not be near. After losing her mother when she was very young it was just her and her father. He tried his best to raise a young girl, but admittedly mishandled a lot of situations, especially when Bronwyn came out to him when she was 15 years old. He claimed to be supportive but comments made growing up around him did not instill confidence in Bronwyn.

Bronwyn did okay in school, passing her classes but not excelling in much apart from drama and music. The goal was to go to Broadway and audition for musicals.

Then she met Chrissi.

Chryssi seemed like she had everything Bronwyn was missing. She supported her endeavors. She came to Bronwyn's shows when she would sing at open-mic nights when her father couldn't be bothered. She made Bronwyn feel like she was the only person who mattered. So when she was 19 years old, she moved out of her father's house and in with Chryssi. It started well at first, as these things go. Soon, it became apparent the Chryssi Bronwyn met was not who she really was. Control took over: what Bronwyn could wear, who Bronwyn hung out with. It all came to a head when Chryssi laid hands on Bronwyn in a heated argument.

With no place to call home and no place to go, Bronwyn moved around in her car, living in motels when she could. She worked odd jobs and would sing when she could. New York never seemed so far away. Havenwood seemed like a nice place to get lost so Bronwyn stuck around, hoping to never meet up with her past again.

The Touch: Bronwyn has a feeling of dread that she is being watched at all times. While this can be played off during the day (she IS a performer after all) the feelings grow the darker it gets. She can never quite catch who or what it is, though there always seems to be a shadow present. Or what she thinks is a shadow.

Weaknesses: Bronwyn has no real ties to the town. While she may recognize some people, like regulars, there is no one here she can claim support from if she needs it.

Motivations: Bronwyn wants security, both internally and externally. She wants to make a name for herself and achieve the dreams she held on to from her youth. She wants to be surrounded by people who care for her and feel safe in her own skin.

Welcome to Havenwood

@Kirah Sup nerd <3

Welcome to Havenwood

Hey this sounds really interesting. Do you have room for another?

If not, no biggie :)

The Dead Don't Die.

Location: New York City, On The Road
Skills: N/A

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Verity sat in uncomfortable silence as she placed the phone down so Gus could see the route. She listened to the broadcast, but only barely. It was truly end times type shit now. The dead rising up and attacking people. It was sure to be crazy until it was contained.

And then another thought hit her. Would it be contained? Or would it overrun the cities and they would have to Mad Max it or Waterworld it? She didn't want to think that. Right now, survival was key and getting out of the city was top priority.

"Yeah we don't want another pandemic shopping spree where they sweep the shelves. Swear some people only think about themselves in an emergency." They would need stuff though but it was best to get out of the city. Would they be able to purchase stuff or would this fall into loot territory.

She was thankful for the silence, at least. Her head was already pounding.

MARVELS: Streets of New York

@AndyC So we have two animals named Mr. Mittens? What a coinky-dink

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Bourbon Street, New Orleans - The Sorcerer's Inn
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day: Pink Fall Outfit

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She was no better than a man.

She stared into Thuy's eyes finding herself going numb. What the hell was up with her? She should know better and not make bad choices. But damn did she want to make those choices....

Sabien looked around to see if Leah was nearby. Not because she was worried, but because she wanted to bring Leah in. When she didn't see her (was she still talking to April?) she returned her attention back to Thuy. "Well I am afraid that makes us rivals. I don't suppose you're willing to tell me all of your secrets for an edge?" Perhaps this could lead to something.

No, she was better than this. "Would that I could stand here and just take in your energy, but I should find my girlfriend. Perhaps we can reconvene later? Maybe after I kick your ass in the contest?"