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【 _{The tarot cards say it's not so bad
And the blades rotate there's just no landing pad} 】

<sub>TW; mentions of blood

Interaction; Samantha (Sunflower); open</sub>

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September 21, 2017

Thursday Morning ; 7:30 AM ; Fog, Misty rain

A pair of tired, golden hued eyes peaked out the blinds of the bathroom that she shared with her roommate- Sammy- as she got ready for the day. The fog had rolled in quite fast, and a lazy, drizzling rain accompanied it. “It looks like fuckin' Silent Hill outside and I'm stuck at school all day,” The girl whined. The first two hours of her day would be taken up by study hall of all things. Thankfully, the weather did remind her of the plan she and her friends had come up with to get out of the dreaded two hour block of their day. They would be spending this beautifully ominous weather doing something much, much better than comparing notes for the biology exam. And with them all in the same first block together, it made things much easier to plan this than having to hunt them down.

Reaching down to pick up the device on the counter, she opened the group message that contained an unlikely group of friends that she'd managed to make in just the first few weeks of school. They'd all become fast acquaintances to the point where Romi had assigned them all nicknames based on their personalities. Ever since having come to this school, she'd noticed the strange things that seemed to happen around them- much less the strange things that were happening TO them. All of them seemed to be developing these strange abilities, and to be quite honest, she wasn't sure if this was some sort of fever dream her brain was concocting or if it was real life. Ever since having to settle down in one place with her grandmother, her life seemed to have stood still, and it wasn't something that she was accustomed to. So far, she hadn't exhibited any signs of strangeness- unlike the others- and so she thought she was fairly normal in comparison. Other than a healthy obsession with the occult and convening with the spirits of course.

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ғroм- cιnnaмon

тoday'ѕ тнe day, ladιeѕ. lav*, do yoυ тнιnĸ yoυ coυld convιnce мr. нopĸιnѕ нe нaѕ тo leave тнe rooм? we coυld alwayѕ do тнe ғaĸe ѕeance ιdea aѕ a laѕт reѕorт, вυт ι don'т wanт тнaт тo вe plan a. ι wanтed тo do тнe real ѕeance wнen we goт тo тнe parĸ, and ι dιdn'т wanт тo pιѕѕ тнe ѕpιrιтѕ oғғ вeғore we coυld тalĸ тo тнeм aвoυт тнe тнιngѕ тнaт've вeen нappenιng тo υѕ.

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Exchanging the phone for a razor nearby, she went about her morning routine. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glint of the green, oblong crystal that hung around her neck in the metallic surface of the shower handle. Her grandmother had given it to her. “For good luck,” she finished the thought aloud. The, normally cold, crystal felt warm against her skin. It seemed to beat with a gentle pulse that appeared to match her own as if it were a living thing instead of some piece of ornamental jewelry. Even the golden accents along the crystal felt warm against her collar bone. It was strange that each time one of those girls discovered they could do some interesting or weird trick, she could have sworn it was talking to her- whispering words in her ear in a language she didn't know.

“Ow, fuck!” In her distracted state, she hadn't noticed the razor had nicked her skin rather deep. Blood flowed from the wound and was diluted by the hot spray of the shower. Romi winced. Even though she enjoyed blood and gore in movies, her own blood was not something that she enjoyed looking at. Just as she had went to turn the water off, she noted the warm pulsing against her chest once more. Thread like stitches weaved themselves through the small wound, and the raven haired girl nearly fell over in her state of surprise. There was no more blood, and try as hard as she might, the cut was also gone. What the hell just happened? Here she was thinking that she was one of the only normal ones in her friend group, and this ability was popping up out of nowhere. A wave of nausea, tiredness, and dizziness hit her like a truck, but thankfully, the feeling subsided as fast as it'd come.

Nearby, the alarm on her phone rang to tell her that she had fifteen minutes left before she was late for class. “Fuck.” The curse came from between gritted teeth, and she turned the water off to rush through the rest of her routine on auto-pilot. With wet hair and shaking fingers- more from her own nerves than the damage that often caused her hands to shake, she gripped a coffee mug tightly between both of her palms in a vain effort to calm herself as she sat on the coffee table in her and Sammy's shared suite. She'd already packed up her bag- not forgetting the oujia board that they could use to talk to the spirits- whom she believed was the cause of their... afflictions.

She found a package of poptarts in their cupboards a suitable meal for now. Her stomach growled at the thought of food, and Romi was already hating herself that she hadn't allowed for more time to eat. With the clock reading five minutes until the bell rang for school, she knocked gently on the door of her suitemate to let her know that she was about to head off to class, herself. “C'mon, Sunshine, let's not be late~ I'll wait for you outside in the hallway.”

*OOC NOTE- When she says lav in the text, she's talking to Keegan. Referring to her by her nickname Lavender.

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The last role is sunflower! feel free to submit!

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https://discord.gg/6s8cWYB5VH

Here's the discord link for you folks.

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@Emeth Hello! Thank you for all the questions, and I do apologize for not getting to them earlier. Previous knowledge of either of those shows are not necessary as they only provided inspiration for the rp itself. Feel free to take a stab at it as many times as possible.

You are correct in guessing what a flower pot character is. They are characters who are just pretty faces only there to be pretty. They do not further the plot in any way, shape, or form.

Spells are just the basic name for the attacks. The sub spells should be relating to the spell type you chose. So, if you chose ice powers, then your subspells should be named accordingly. The character I was thinking of making can manipulate her aura, and her subspells would be named "hex", "aura detection", and "thief".

I will set up a discord shortly!

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If people who join this would like, I can make a discord for this rp.

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@Silentfeather I'm sorry, but this is really not the kind of character I'm looking for in an rp like this. There are no vampires in this world. This rp is based off of shows like WITCH where they get their abilities from an outside source and are tasked with saving the world as they know it with their newfound powers.

I'm sure this is a good character for other rps, but I really don't think it fits the tone I'm trying to go for here. I'm terribly sorry.

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@Flightless_Soul Thanks for the support either way. I just hope people will join it.

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@Silentfeather There is a link to the main rp thread in the above description. There are role slots you can choose from. If you need assistance please let me know.

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Reservations for roles now accepted.

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_{Team Leader}

_______________________________________________ Andromeda "Romi" Yessenova | Cinnamon | xxxx/09/30 | #7070CC ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ Seventeen | AFAB non-binary (Femme presenting) | 6'0 | 140 lbs ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✧ ✧ ✧ Aloof - cool and distant; conspicuously uninvolved and uninterested ✧ ✧ ✧ Idealistic - unrealistically aiming for perfection ✧ ✧ ✧ Daydreamer - someone who always seems to have their head in the clouds ✧ ✧ ✧ Cunning/Machiavellian - having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by any means necessary ✧ ✧ ✧ Hedonistic - engaged in the pursuit of pleasure; self indulgent ✧ ✧ ✧ Amiable/Charismatic - exercising a compelling charm that inspires devotion in others; polite, friendly, and likable ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ α p p є α r α n c є & p є r s σ n α l í t ч ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ If one were to describe Romi, they might say that she scared her initially before they got to know her. A cunning personality and an old soul trapped in the body of a restless youth. Aloof like a cat with resting-bitch face to match, her outward demeanor has always been a frosty reception by those who have to witness it, but once she starts to open up to someone, she's known to do whatever it takes to protect the things and the people she sees as precious to her. An idealist through and through, Romi has been known to have her head in the clouds, and is thankful to the people around her who care enough to keep her grounded. Romi doesn't like the spotlight as it makes her incredibly uncomfortable, but she always seems to find herself thrust into leadership roles where people expect far too much from her. She knows that if people know that she's smart, then they expect things from her, and she fears that she'll never meet people's expectations. Romi has a baby face framed with black-cherry colored hair that falls down to the middle of her back. Her "signature look" might be off-putting to those at first- the black lipstick and heavy black eyeliner both accentuate her pale features and light-hazel eyes. Worn converse or even sometimes a pair of purple-laced combat boots and leather jackets are forever part of her wardrobe. Some say punk never dies, and she would be a firm believer in that. A tiredness that cuts deep through her entire being can sometimes be evident behind those dark-lined eyes- a tiredness that comes with stories that she's never told- hidden under the facade of being a coffee addict. ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

s k í l l s & w є α k n є s s є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Spells ➽➽➽ Hex - the ability to manipulate her own vitality or aura rather than the energy around her. Skilled users of this may be able to constructs or barriers, but as she is a novice at this, it only manifests itself as a purple iridescent threads around her hands. These threads are weaved from her own energy, and are very strong. Generally speaking, they would only be able to be cut by powerful enemies even at her novice level, or by sheer exhaustion from overuse of this skill. The longer she uses this ability, the more draining it becomes on her body. If all of her aura is used, she will fall unconscious until the energy is replaced- whether from eating or from rest or both. These threads also have a limited range, but she has yet to even discover this ability to know what the range on it is. ➽➽➽ Absolute Defense - Despite the name of this ability, it isn't exactly absolute. This is more of an involuntary power most of the time than a voluntary one. However, she can learn to control this over time. This rejects attacks from the user and redirects them- often times sending the attacker flying backward. As she tends to focus mostly on using her physical threads as weapons, and these are set, calculated attacks, her absolute defense is sometimes (read: always) vulnerable to instantaneous attacks. The absolute defense can also be “tricked” into harming it's user and redirecting the vectors back onto Romi if the enemy is fast enough. It is not taxing in and of itself, but learning to control it will overexert her. ➽➽➽ Life Stitching - Using her threads, she is able to heal smaller wounds and abrasions. Larger wounds will take much more time and energy, and life threatening injuries should be avoided at all costs as there is a definite limit to this power. Taxation of it could prove fatal for the user. Weaknesses ➽➽➽ Romi has an increased metabolism. She can eat a large meal, and still be hungry in a few hours. She can eat anyone under the table and never gain weight from it. This, however, can become debilitating if not sated quickly. Due to the taxation on her body from her abilities, eating to replenish her vitality is necessary. ➽➽➽ Her threads can cut her if she isn't careful enough with using them- leaving behind iridescent scars on her hands and forearms. ➽➽➽ She isn't much of an offensive fighter- choosing rather to take a defensive stance. p r є f є r є n c є s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♥ Likes ☒ Dislikes ✧ Quirks ♥ Quiet afternoon train rides, thrift stores, black coffee/cold brew, vintage clothes, comfortable, oversized sweaters, autumn, spicy food, bullet journals, scrapbooks, early 2000s emo/screamo music, space, ghosts ☒ Spending too much money on food or clothes, lettuce, expensive coffee, summer, heels, people pointing out her eating habits ✧ ✧ ✧ Romi and her father have spent the majority of her life traveling the world, and she has ticket stubs and maps of the most memorable places stored in a scrapbook that is incredibly important to her. ✧ ✧ ✧ Her hands and fingers often shake. This is due to the nerve damage in her hands from a bad car accident a few years prior. ✧ ✧ ✧ She snorts when she truly laughs or laughs really hard, and tries (terribly) to cover it up. ✧ ✧ ✧ Never seen without her coffee fix. t r í v í α ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She's always preferred black coffee over something that is expensive or far too sweet. ➽➽➽ Her father gave her the nickname Romi when she was a child. ➽➽➽ Most content wearing a pair of boyfriend jeans, t-shirt, jacket, and converse. Oftentimes, she will wear things until she can no longer patch up the holes in them. Choosing rather to be thrifty with her clothes- only considering spending money on things like her hair and piercings. ➽➽➽ Romi has Dahlia piercings (dimple piercings) to accentuate a feature she likes about herself. ➽➽➽ She is the author and narrator of a popular nosleep podcast titled "Hear No Evil"- having decided to pick up the horror podcast hobby after she was no longer able to pursue her passion of being a tailor after her accident. ➽➽➽ She can speak three languages (English, French, and Chinese), and has an interest in learning many more because from her experience, it's always been easier to live in a place if she knew how to speak the language. ➽➽➽ For many years, her scrapbook has been her only real place of solace. ➽➽➽ Romi eats at least 4000-7000 calories a day and has never gained a single pound. ➽➽➽ Carries around a pendant that her grandmother gave her as a good luck charm. ➽➽➽ She doesn't know this, but her "immune disease" was fabricated by her father. She is perfectly healthy other than the nerve damage to her hands which can be (mostly) healed through physical therapy. в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Andromeda- or Romi as her family calls her- grew up in the shadow of her seven, nearly identical sisters. Born with a disease that left her immune system weak and susceptible to illness (or at least so she was told), she grew up sheltered from the outside world. Her father took it upon himself to take care of her, and at the age of five, she began to live with him rather than the large gaggle of girls she was familiar with. He claimed that her mother ran off with another woman who had pushed him out. The two of them have moved from place to place every few years, and she became used to being on the go. It was always somewhere that was crowded with public transit, and she grew used to taking the train or bus on her own everyday- even despite all her health problems. Romi took up needlecraft, and enjoyed it greatly. Just like her coffee, she was never without a needle in her hand doing some kind of fancy embroidery. The girl's dream one day was to be a great tailor- someone who could make a name for herself with just her needlework. Her father became a helicopter parent that pushed the girl to do better, and as a result she allowed her grades to remain average. His helicopter parenting style gave her little privacy, and she found herself turning away from him, and further into her own interests. She told him very little for fear that he would try to push her into something she didn't like. One night, her father was driving intoxicated down the highway, and didn't see an oncoming car until it was far too late. The collision totaled both vehicles, but thankfully everyone in them was alive. With Romi being the recipient of most of the damage, and to her hands no less. After being rushed to the hospital and treated, her father was taken into custody, slapped with his last DUI, and had his license suspended. The girl's next of kin was contacted, which happened to be her paternal grandparents. Almost instantly, they were able to obtain custody of Romi, and moved her to San Junipero- a city in the large suburbia that was Toronto. She couldn't explain why, but it just felt right to be there. This was the first time that she'd had a chance to settle down. At first it was an adjustment, but her grandmother was a patient woman who loved her granddaughter. The woman gave her an interest into the occult, and had eased her into a public school for the rest of her middle school career. Andromeda had her eyes set on a different school for high school, and had worked her butt off to get into Arcadia. There was a magnetic pull to the school for her, and she had to throw herself into something to keep from lamenting over the limited usage in her hands after the accident.

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