Prosaic

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Embarrassing.

Never one to waste a moment or to let a conversation idle, Priscilla sweeps onwards into a grand introduction of his latest fashion statement. He cannot help but feel his ears get a bit too warm when this includes coercing a compliment from Crystal. He clears his throat rather sharply despite himself and starts to speak, "Oh, you really don't have to-"

Priscilla is talking of partners, something he has done all he can to avoid thinking about or considering. The whole ordeal leaves him wondering if it's too late to turn and go in the other direction without making much of a fuss.

However, as if fate seeks to spite him personally, Crystal is a good enough sport that she does compliment him and he wants to evaporate like rain drops on a brick pathway. Almost involuntarily, his hand comes up to his face and scrubs just above his nose. This is to hide the ruddiness that's risen in his skin, embarrassment is not the most charming look on him. "Oh, no, no-- I'm not terribly concerned with any of that."

He tries on another lofty smile, anything to hide the fact that his ears are burning. "Thank you, Crystal," he can't quite qualm the sensation that he needs to leave quickly. His voice is quiet when he adds on. "You look lovely today yourself."

Somehow returning the compliment makes him feel even sillier so he resigns himself to silence, at least momentarily.

He listens to his sister as she continues onwards, ever the more social of the two. He sometimes can't help but envy her ability to tear forward in any given conversation, he's never been quite so versed. Her natural ability to talk was a saving grace though, in some ways. He could go without saying much of anything as long as she managed to keep the other parties entertained.

As attention turned to Mayet, he was more inclined to focus on the tiger that accompanied her. He had always had a soft spot for animals, even ones that were... inherently dangerous. While he was not excited about meeting anyone while dressed like this, at least he would get to see the big cat. That was a plus unto itself.

Crystal holds her plate to him and he's quick to take it, almost fluidly, like he expected to carry something. "I'll consider saying no next time." He teases but there's no bite to it. He doesn't ever seem terribly bothered by idle tasks, anything to keep himself useful.

"I like the tiger." He comments, balancing the plate in his hand as they approach Mayet. "Really beautiful."

He inclines his head in greeting to Mayet, keeping a step behind Crystal and Priscilla. He hasn't quite managed to shake the embarrassment but he is quite good at keeping a mask of calm about him. A polite smile that's perhaps a touch too crooked and a friendly furrow to his brow.

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@EchoicChamber @LostDestiny @MissCapnCrunch @ShepherdofHope @Leophael @VolcanicLaval

Put together a little server so y'all can ask questions or whatever and inspire me to keep working on the OOC lmao.
discord.gg/eWZzDAd2Bh

I've decided I will be abandoning this idea. Might try again at another time.

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Days were long and nights were longer, so it's for this reason that he was somewhat glad that he had missed the latest shindig. Kieran was no socialite, not like his mother or his father or even like his older sister. He didn't like crowds, he didn't like noise and he certainly didn't like the expectation that he needed to schmooze or make waves in some way. He was wholly content to spend his nights on his own and even more content to spend those nights as far away from large gatherings as possible.

Sue him.

It could be argued that he had gotten no better in matters of court affairs, that his lack of interest was a problem unto itself and-- he wouldn't have much of a defense. He simply wasn't built for this sort of thing and he doubted that he would ever be. All the same, due to the insistence of his sister, he had been made to dress nicely today.

Priscilla couldn't help that she was vain. A natural byproduct of what she'd been forced to endure in the ever hard-to-please eye of their mother. There were many days that he felt bad for her, if only because of that fact. He had been lucky that he had not been born a girl, their mother may have cared much more about how many of her features he'd inherited but-- no. It was safe to say that he looked far more like his father.

He was ruggedly handsome, light-eyed, and built like he'd grow to be a bit broader. He'd, of course, inherited his mother's high cheekbones and she could be seen in the edges of his smile but when it came down to it, he carried more of Duke Gideon than he'd ever carried of Duchess Victoria. This was not a bad thing, in his opinion, he'd much rather see his father in the mirror than his mother.

Today, he was dressed with her in mind though, or at least, with Priscilla in mind.

He was wearing a pleasant shade of jade, not quite his preferred, but he wasn't bothered if it meant that Priscilla was content. Anyway, it wasn't that he was incapable of looking nice when he wanted to, it was just that he preferred to dress in a way that didn't draw eyes. This, unfortunately, drew eyes. Green was a good color on him, it brought out the green in his remaining eye but it didn't let him slip past unnoticed, he hated being recognized.

If he was recognized, people expected something out of him. The idea made him kind of nauseous.

Nonetheless, he was intent on braving this one out, if only because he needed to get away from the house for awhile. Kieran was the sort to go stir-crazy when he spent too much time to his own devices. He preferred Priscilla over their parents (even if she could be... a lot sometimes).

He arrived a breath behind her to the park after trying to shrug off his own guards and fussing over his collar which felt decidedly too high on his throat. All he caught was a blur of peach as she took off towards Crystal, who he also recognized. It had been some time since he'd seen Crystal, although not perhaps as long as it could have been. He'd gone out of his way to visit her at least once or twice in her absence, unable to stop his own worrisome tendencies.

It helped that he wasn't as busy as his sister. Plenty of time to go gallivanting about.

"Hey-- wait--"

He was quick to follow behind her, cursing the too-formal nature of his outfit, the tailcoat and how it caught the breeze. His boots were not exactly made for running, less so in running after his distractible older sister. "Could you wait a minute--" He stops himself abruptly behind her, staggering slightly over his own foot but managing to catch himself by anchoring on his other foot.

As long as it had been since he'd practiced his swordplay, he'd never forgotten the grace of it, which was useful in situations like these. Graceful or not, he was left looking comedically ruffled and a little irritated behind her. "You went through all the grief of putting me in this and you're going to make me get grass-stains on the knees."

An inhale and a huff before he gives Crystal a smile that borders on sheepish, "Hello, Crystal."

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Right okay, given the group we've got here. I'll HOPEFULLY finish the OOC by next week and @ you all when it's ready. Caught a cold and got distracted this week.

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

Simon Hart

"For a guy who's supposed to be psychic, I've got none of the answers."

Charismatic. Sarcastic. Intelligent.

• Name: Simon Adam Hart
• Gender Male
• Age: 26
• Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
• College Degree: Computer Science
• Languages: English, Spanish, German
• Notable Skills: Coding, Hacking

Years of Magical Education: 7
Schools of Magic: Divination, Illusion

Divination 8

• Future Sight
  Self explanatory, Simon holds the ability to divine the future of an individual. This ability is somewhat headache-inducing for him and often ends in migraines, he must also be making some kind of physical skin to skin contact with the target of his divining or he will be unable to read their future. These visions are not exact but they're usually accurate.

• Intuition
  Much like Simon's future sight, intuition comes easy to him but at the price of his physical health, headaches and nausea are quite common. Simon often gets strong feelings about people and things around him, this is... somewhat tied into the aura of those people or things. While he cannot see the "aura" of a given thing tangibly, he can feel it. These strong gut feelings are unfortunately quite easy for his fellows to brush off as little more than paranoia. This ability mostly gives Simon a gauge on feelings and intentions.

• Tracking
  The nature of Simon's divination often means that his sense of direction is pretty much impeccable. However, while he excels in finding people he knows or loves, he tends to struggle finding people he's not close to. He's almost entirely useless when it comes to finding items.

Illusion 5

• Cloaking
  Simon has put all his illusionary stock into cloaking, as a result he's very good at hiding things but he's not good at much else. Cloaking is a bit of an exact art, he has to mimic every detail of an area that he intends to cover himself in or it won't work at all.

Simon is sarcastic by nature, the kind of person who speaks with a bit of a viper's tongue. At times he can come off as over-dramatic when he's trying to make a point or mess with someone. It's because of this dramatism and sarcasm that the things he says can come off as mean or inconsiderate to the feelings of the people around him. He lacks a filter when speaking, often saying what he feels with no heed for whether or not it's ill-timed or badly put. Simon doesn't believe in limiting his jokes which has often made him unlikeable for those on the receiving end. He's written off as "rude" or "mean" frequently because of this.

Simon is very emotionally unintelligent, he's not quite good at understanding other people. While he's extremely competent as a practitioner of magic, he's not so competent as a friend or someone to look to for guidance. This said, he is good at listening, it's just very unlikely that he'll have any comments on the matter or helpful advice to extend. He's also unlikely to leave someone he loves hanging, he's the kind of person that can be called on in times of duress.

He's very kind, someone who's friendly, at least on a surface level. Simon is charismatic, easy to get along with when he's feeling charitable and he likes to keep things light-hearted. This fondness for jokes and jovial outlooks can be a bit trying on the nerves for people who he deems to be "too serious". He's playful and finds it hard to take things seriously, even when the situation is very serious.

However, Simon is extremely intelligent, he finds it easy to work through most technical problems and doesn't have any issue thinking outside the box. His intelligence can sometimes seem like deviousness, he believes that all routes justify all ends and tends to do what's necessary, no matter the cost.

At times he can come off as introverted, although this is usually when he's allocated all his focus towards a single problem or project. Simon is the kind of person who becomes consumed by tasks and it can be almost impossible to snap him out of it. He's quick to irritate when he feels that he can't get things or done or he struggles to finish something important to him.

At times it seems he's prone to guilt, especially guilt that circles around things he's done or failed to accomplish. He tends to apologize readily and often when he feels he's hurt someone. He's also very reckless, someone who rushes into things with no regard for himself. This recklessness borders on nihilism and a feeling that his death will mean very little, he tends to press his luck a little too much when situations get dicey. He can sometimes be brave as well, although you'd be unlikely to think this because he doesn't seem to want to be seen as brave.



Simon Hart was born in Brooklyn, New York, to a single mother in a rather... rundown apartment complex. Life was never particularly easy for Simon, his mother was not particularly adept for motherhood and he spent much of his childhood picking up the slack as a result. Simon would grow to be independent and self-reliant, the kind of kid who never asked for help, even when he might have needed it.

This lack of closeness with his mother meant that he learned to fend for himself, cook for himself and take care of himself.

He would quickly become infatuated with technology, spending much of his childhood trying to get a laptop of his own through any odd job that he could take. He would manage this at about the age of sixteen and he'd quickly fall into learning everything he could about the ins and outs of his computer. This love of technology would stick with him as he aged.

Simon would also become quite fond of divination, which he had dedicated most of his time in magical education to garner an in depth understanding for. He, however, could never think of a legal application for this branch of magic so he tended not to spend much time worrying over his future with it.

While Simon was not particularly popular throughout school, he did manage to make a few friends. It would be during a night out at a high school party that he and these friends would wind up in a car accident. This car accident would end in the amputation of his leg and a period of time where his mother tried very hard to prove that she cared about him.

Their relationship would be unsalvageable for the most part but her intention would not be lost on Simon, he would spend the next few years of his life growing used to his new situation and trying to help his mother. As high school puttered to an end, Simon would find himself applying for college and eventually winding up in classes for computer science.

His first job would be in that regard.

However, he'd never feel entirely settled on the idea of living a normal life, no matter how easy he found it. His restlessness and need to know more about himself would be the catalyst behind him tracking down his runaway father and meeting his half-sister Sophia in the process. The two would luckily get along despite their mutually complicated feelings about their parentage.

His restlessness would not be so simple to qualm however and he would make his way to Shipden Peak where he seems to be settling in, albeit somewhat shakily. He still seems to be looking for something to occupy his time.

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@Leophael This is a wonderful resource actually lmfao.

The Witches of Shipden Peak

Interested, definitely.

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This is looking good to me so far. I'll probably get started on an OOC when I'm home from work. 😌

Gone

Collecting some interest on a roleplay based heavily on Gone by Michael Grant. It'll be a modern take on the concept with the same stakes. Everyone over the age of eighteen has disappeared, kids are gaining powers and mutations, the world is thrown into general chaos. No intention of following the OG plot entirely but DEFINITELY leaning on it.

Should I gather enough interest, I'll write out a more expensive OOC and get this show on the road.