Peachygem

Comatose

/casually slides in w character

appearance

Collette Luciano

Alias: Lace

Female

16

Active Abilities
State of matter manipulation- Turning a liquid to a solid, etc.

Passive Abilities
Extremely high healing rate from things like cuts and bruises. Also, to go with her matter manipulation abilities, her hair is hydrophobic and repels all liquids (not super useful, but still an ability I suppose?)
Weapon(s)
A solidified 'sword' made of blood from the room she awoke in. Pretty sharp, but extremely flimsy.

Personality
She developed selective mutism (being physically able to talk, but refusing to speak under any circumstance) as a result of being abandoned at age 8, before being abducted for testing. Since she lost her memory she speaks but is still very shy and timid. Her first reaction to most situations is crying. However, she often has good intuition.

Weaknesses/Fears
Being put in a situation that creates a lot of anxiety or pressure. If everyone is looking at her or expecting her to do something, her powers can become a bit out of hand. She is also afraid of abandonment due to her past experiences.

Special Abilities / Traits / Attributes / Quirks
She cries a lot. And when she does, the tears usually turn to solids as they escape from her eyes. Yup, she also functions as an ice dispenser.

Themesong
(Hm...)

Other
Nope, all good!

Arts Academy in the Woods; Now Enrolling

Berri sat silently in the car, head leaning against the cool glass window. Her mother and father sat in the front seats, but as usual, were utterly silent. Berri liked it better that way, however. Their strained and awkward conversations were better left unspoken. Not that they were bad parents; Berri was very grateful that they payed for her tuition and other expenses. They just felt more like weird robot caregivers than parents... Just as Berri's dad was was about to start saying something- to both her and her mother's obvious dismay- the school came into view. Her mother breathed a sigh of relief, manicured hands folded neatly across her lap.

As they pulled up and parked, her father began to unload her suitcases from the trunk.

"Ah, Susan, can you help me? I have a huge strain in my back." said her father to her mother.

'Almost as strained as your marriage...' Berri thought while hugging her parents goodbye. She let out a huge breath, releasing all the built-up tension that had probably accumulated from the six-hour car ride. Then, she began to walk to the office, picking up her schedule. Unsurprisingly, nearly her entire sheet was filled with drawing classes. Intimidated by the large amount of people meandering around outside, she decided to head to a quiet area by the beach. She sat on a pier overlooking the ocean, legs dangling above the sandy surf. Her hand gradually drifted to the sketchbook in her backpack.

She spotted a lone figure on the beach, sipping from a cup that appeared to be from the local coffee shop. "A student, perhaps?" Berri wondered. He looked mysterious, gazing off into the distance. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, who he was thinking about. Before she realized what she was doing, a rough sketch of the man had already planted itself firmly on her paper. Berry laughed; the spontaneous nature of the whole situation caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but feel like a creep, even though he hadn't seen her. So, she hastily put back her sketchbook and reclined on the pier, taking in the sight of waves rippling across her view.

Arts Academy in the Woods; Now Enrolling

Name: Berri Luciano
Age: 16
Sexual Orientation: Asexual but would date either gender
Grade: (High School.) Sophmore
Appearance: (Description or Picture) -Often wears glasses
Motto: (What does your character live by?) 'I just have to take it one day at a time'
Personality: (Are they Friendly? Pessimistic? Shy?) Bad at making new friends, but once she is close to you, she will become extremely attached.
Major: (Dancer? Musician?) Traditional Artist (pencil drawing)
Minor: (See above) Painting
Short History: (How did they get into the arts? Where are they from? Have they been at the Arts Academy long?) She is returning to the academy for her second year. With a natural talent for art, she was able to enter with a lot of hard work. She hopes to become a storyboard artist or cartoon character designer in the future, having spent countless hours alone watching T.V. as a child, due to having few friends and little family contact.

((Let me know if this is alright! I could change it to a male character if people would prefer to have more of them!))

The House the Dark Built

I wrote my first IC, it's a bit short since I haven't actually entered the forest yet o.o

The House the Dark Built

I've heard the legend a thousand times. From my grandfather's raspy voice and my childhood friend's giggling laugh, from my chiding mother's disapproving tone and my teacher's monotone preaching. But none of them really believed. It was just an old legend; standing at the edge of the forest and pleading entrance to a wicked demise. Surely, such a thing could not be real. And if it was, who would actually attempt to enter? Personally, I'm the type to say 'Bloody Mary' only once before running from the bathroom, manically switching on lights and running to bed. The scariest movie I've been able to stomach was aimed at twelve-year-olds.

And yet, somehow, I still found myself standing at the edge of a pine tree forest, a flickering flashlight in my shaking hands. My friend, a stubborn girl of 16, had coerced me to join her in 'validating the legend'. As we had walked to the forest, she had rehearsed dozens of stories telling tales of monsters with sharp claws and fierce roars. As we had approached the looming trees, her voice seemed to grow more and more distant- even though she was walking beside me. I heard the crunch of her combat boots, in fact, it echoed through my ears and I could not hear anything else. My eyes, which had previously been trained at the ground, glanced up at her in confusion. But she was gone.

So, I now sat against an outlying tree, too timid to begin yelling her name but completely terrified of walking home alone. My immediate thought was that she was playing some kind of prank. Surely she would jump up from behind a bush soon, laughing, doubled-over at my shrill scream of terror. But that never came. She never came.

I lost all hope. Dried tears clung to my face, but no new ones would come. I had run out of options, and suddenly the forest looked slightly more welcoming. Maybe if I entered, I could escape the relentless crunching that would not leave my mind. It beckoned me, and for a split second, I justified the idea of entering. Before my mind could catch up with my body, I was standing, clutching my flashlight, shaking.

"Please let me in. I want to tell you a story."

The House the Dark Built

This looks cool, I definitely want to join!

World Creation - High Fantasy

Mellivora paced back and forth, doting over her creations. The oceans were vast, yet empty, and that displeased her. Her merpeople seemed to grow displeased with their isolation, cursing the gods' names for locking them in their watery prison, away from all other creatures. Her eyes grew weary. She lifted her delicate hands into the ocean, molding the sand into vast coral reefs and deepening the ocean floor. For the minuscule mermaids on the planet, they saw only an unimaginably large tsunami that seemed to reach on forever. When the wave had cleared, they were delighted to find the colorful sculptures. However, Mellivora knew that more was needed. She plucked a bead from her dress and fashioned it into a scale with her nimble hands, then sent it down through the heavens. Its rainbow hue glowed as it entered the water. All at once, thousands upon thousands of different fish began to surface in the waters, diving through the clear blue ocean with amazing vigor.

Still, the merpeople were not pleased. They could not converse with the fish; they lacked the sentience and intelligence that they so desired. Mellivora, tired of their ungratefulness towards their creator, sent down another scale, this one glowing black as the ocean's depths. When it had finally floated to the bottom, creatures of evil were spawned, those that should never see the light of day, and never would; as they were confined to the murky floor of the sea. Still, her people lived in fear for quite a while. She reclined in her spot, chuckling lightly. She decided she would save her kindness for another day.

"This should be fun," she mused, crossing her arms and watching her siblings carry out their tasks.

World Creation - High Fantasy

I would post but I'm not sure how to go about interacting with the other gods, or should I just focus on more creation stuff?

Wolf's Realm

Bo looked at Marissa. "I've been around this area for a quite a while. My last pack succumbed to starvation and, well, let's just say I could've wound up like that poor pup...." He trailed off sadly. Just as he had finished his purposely brief explanation (not feeling like mentioning the months he spent in his den, stealing food from campers and trashcans to survive), he saw the scary white wolf from earlier approach. He inquired about the pup, to which Bo drooped his tail and flattened his ears. "He didn't make it," he called to the male, noticing the fox he carried. Even though his belly was full, he salivated at the sight of the fresh kill. It took all of his will to resist from ripping it from his mouth and taking it for himself, but he immediately thought of the two females who were much hungrier than he.

Anyone up for a generic city RP?

I just have the itch to play out a roleplay with a fun, simple beginning with the potential to go in basically any direction we want it to. No mass apocalypses or fight-to-the-death kind of things, though. It would be mostly character-driven so you as an RPer can basically make the story go in any direction you want. I'm not sure if superpowers should be allowed or not, because I really don't want every character to be 'mr. tragic backstory demon-guy who wants to kill everyone and has every power imaginable', if you know what I mean.

Ideally there would be some romance involved too, i'm always a sucker for that.

If I made a thread tomorrow would anyone wanna join?