RainbowFizz

Enchanted forest

Hi! Could you elaborate more on what sort of RP that’s being considered? Setting, plot, type of people or animals etc
Thanks heaps 😊

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

Enjoy xD
Do you require a template? I'm happy just to have you have some liberty with that. I do intend to expand Xell's.
I'll be adding some others. Even OCs that have not been mentioned in the intro yet...

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

Hi! ^^ *waves frantically* :D

Promise I will add context very soon with the RP.
Just sorting putting everything together piece to piece. Will certainly post more character profiles soon too.
Can't wait to see what yourself and Gem have! ^^

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

Name: Xell Weaver

Species: Anthromorphic Dragon

DOB: ???

Occupation: Software security manager

Personality: Emotionally detached, solemn, often indifferent, sporadic displays of emotion

History
Xell has been working for Synthetic Eden Organisation since he can remember.
The years have passed by so drearily, he can't remember an exact date.
Former history includes having worked for the military where an unfortunate decision not only ruined his career and reputation, but his confidence and will to live.
And yet here he is. Working for a corporate company he knows next to nothing about. In an Orwellian Society.

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Name: Zacharias Maynard

Species: Anthromorphic Dog

DOB: 19/09/3001

Occupation: Administration

Personality: Emotionally detached, unreadable, sinister, calculating, sarcastic, poker faced, self aware

History
Not much is known about Zach, apart from the notion that he is known as that 'annoying micro managing mongrel'.
Checking everyone in to their work place as required in his job role. Often adopting a bored and disconnected look, when in reality he's in fact always focused on the task at hand. Despite brushing people's incredulous questions, one may argue that he's one of the most self aware personalities that you'll ever meet. If it's even possible to ever meet that side of him.
For now, his commitments are to the Synthetic Eden Organisation. To keep a vigilant eye on the drones' performance and to alter their mood through 'vitamin pills' appears to be what he's most committed to at face value.

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Name: Fleur Rié Thompson

Species: Anthromorphic Bunny

DOB: 19/09/3001

Age: 27

Occupation: Nurse practitioner

Personality
Demure, polite, politically correct, positive, determined, anxious (when things go wrong), naive (at face value), pensive, lost

Appearance
Cool toned purple overall fur colour. Hair indigo blue. Light mussel pastel lilac. Tattooed stars on the right side of her mussel. Yellow eyes. Demure expression with smokey eyes.

History
Fleur (or Rié, as interchangeably known) has 2 sides to her. On the outside she comes across as a dutiful, diligent and upbeat nurse practitioner. There to help or hear the employees out in their time of need. Her line of work, after all, is a a hybrid of being a doctor and a nurse with prescribing rights.
Behind closed doors and away from her colleagues, her confidence is pale or a shadow of its former self.
Clinging to a photo every night of someone who once meant so much to her, she can’t help but mentally collapse at the thought that she may never see them again. After all, he showed her the way, taught her how to believe in herself, taught her everything she knew- insisting that she had done 99% of the work to become who she is today. Despite the turbulence and struggle she's had throughout her life.
As the memories start to dissipate thanks to evening recreational activities, the pain is dulled at best, but the ache continues to blemish her world like a dark pair of tinted glasses.
What could be troubling the, what many would perceive on the outside, as the ‘sweet and caring bunny girl?’

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Name: Aleksei Winterfeld

Species: Devil

DOB: ???

Occupation: ???

Appearance
Coral coloured with a tall and athletic build- if not muscular.
Long perked vampiric ears with a suave, dark cerulean parted hairstyle framing his clean cut face.
Eyes are of a set of nature defying HellGrün green irises that are so bright, they stand tall and proud amongst the darkness. Like a pair of neon flares. Irises echoing a sinister sense of arrogance.
Often seen smoking or posing against the wall if he makes the time to rendez-vous with any given person.

Personality: Confident, calculating, crafty, perpetually composed, plotting, vindictive

History
Not is known about Aleksei. His name has certainly been portrayed on CEO reports and business intaglios.
It's assumed his role in the company is very much behind closed curtains and most employers at the building of SEO are yet to see his face. Rumours have surfaced here and there that he is 'that 80s styled guy'. Donning the look of what many consider to resemble a fresh faced sophomore student that all the girls would've considered their highschool crush.
It seems anyone that may have ever encountered Aleksei have either choose not to discuss or don't live to tell the tale.
Who, or what exactly is this entity? And what is his role at SEO and more importantly, his motives?
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Name: Julien Summerfield

Species: Devil

DOB: ???

Occupation: Director of SEO

Appearance
Tall, muscular, medium toned purple which varies from violet to magenta depending on light settings.
Has deep red crimson eyes that appear as if they're eternally burning or look like oceans of blood with a thousand drowning souls.
Hair colour is cerulean or a deeper purple than fur tone which is often side or centre parted.
Has long purple ears (but less prominent than Aleksei's- more cat like than vampiric).
Attire is almost always a work shirt with a red tie with overclothing being a blazer or any sort of jacket to signify a sense of superiority.
Expression is perpetually insiduous and devious, trademarked with a vampiric grin.
A tone of jest or not, any encounters with the devil will not end well at all.

History
Not much is known about the Director of SEO. In fact, rumours circulated that there was no SEO individual but rather that it may have been an AI or some other conspiracy theory encircling its running.
Those that have been summoned to the Director's office oddly, haven't been heard of or seen again.
With the emotional coul de sac the majority of the SEO workforce are in, not many care to ask or commit much thought.
Those that have bothered to read the SEO contract will have vigilantly picked up that working for the company does also enable authority of the entity to use their personal data, subject them to clinical trials and request them to partake in experimental studies. Areas of interest in SEO and the Director's research include mood regulators, ability to cope with stress, working with others, and survival of the fittest.

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

Hi everyone. I already have a couple of players who are participating in this RP which has been discussed through discord and other outlets. If you’d like join or have any questions, please pm or dm.
Ciao!

Black Rainbows: Synthetic Eden Organisation

Synthetic Eden Organisation

Have you ever felt that something wasn’t quite right? That the world you grew up has orchestrated your every thought and move? That the society has indoctrinated our thoughts whilst those that have resisted have been rendered docile through atonement?

The current world would not have you think like that. Going with the motions earned you mutual respect. Or what some might say, was a pat on the back.

The red pilled brigade were either punished for such thought crimes, or kept quiet in fear of being chastised.

The little people punished and bled dry of their finances, well-being and livelihood all for the bigger people in the game to stay above and beyond float in this gross imbalance.

This was the dystopian society humans, anthros, animals and androids found themselves in the world they were living in today.

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New Ennisberg, CBD

’Tick, tock, tick, tock.’

The drone of’ end of day’ novelties chimed through Xell’s partially numb and partially heavy mind. A fleeting presence. A short burst of dopamine that quickly dissipated before it could be acknowledged. Let alone embraced. A token of hope to carry him through yet day.

His azure eyes that carried a reminiscent glimmer of former upbeat drawled across the corroded floor. Auto pilot dragging his gaze amongst a myriad of worn, moth eaten shoes of various leather and canvas material. Black and white checkered earning the prize of the most lively pair. Belonging to a being who was hard to decode underneath its oversized and shapeless hoody. Wiry fingers, with skin torn scabby cuticles scrolling through the phone feed. White screen outlining its form within this dark vicinity. A wasting part of limbs that looked as if it had picked up anything but food for the last few days.

The dragon lifted his head a bee’s whisker. One step further from his sub-conscious to the real world. The photons of light that resembled corroded metal dancing about the air through the window. Pulsating headlights dancing off the deadline assembly of ominous figures. The patterns about the walls and windows had faded and withered so chronically that the capacity could be easily mistaken for a methadone clinic.

Rope slings rattled off the ceiling as the enclosure rocked back and forth. Tired and weary metal wearing each other thing as they slid up against each other.

“Terminal stop.” A monotoned voice void of empathy announced. Twin pistons released which gave off gasping sound as the poorly fitted doors screeched open. The vehicle giving in to free fall, albeit for 0.2 seconds, as the ignition caved in to a complete stop.
It was still dark outside within the ante meridian hours. The rusty filter left in situ partly owing to the urban emissions having fabricated its own pollutant blanket upon the CBD.

Xell drearily lifted his head. Streaks of washed out pollutants sun an unwarm welcome to his current dilated eyes that had been mostly accustomed to the dark. Blinking wearily, he could process buildings. A plethora of cityscape encompassing one would crudely remark as a concrete jungle. Any signs of anything light, cleanliness and a good vibe falling by the wayside.
The dome like area of clouds hawking over the city resembled rusted metal and decaying fabric.
If he stared long enough, he could make out a twisted face staring down at him through the nuclear orange fenestrations amongst the clouds. As if to mock his existence.

Xell frowned. The first sign of any emotion in wake since he woke up this morning. He pulled out a cigarette from his work shirt pocket. A lighter from another make-shift or “repaired” pocket from his dog-eared trousers.

A few flicks, emissions of carbon dioxide, deep throated cough and exhale took place before the moment he was in became a little bit more endurable.
Having consumed another long drag, he turned to look at a nearby cathedral. Monumental statues and gargoyles blurred renderings of their former selves. Former detail and characteristic youth seemingly stripped away. Owed to either a signs of neglect, change in priority or in what one values today. Or simply acid rain eroding the earth’s surface characteristic.
Much like one’s thick skin or sense of self-worth. One, after all, can always evade harm or violation in whatever shape, form or situation. But a process so gradually chronic and disintegrating, that one became desensitized and docile to the notion would cause a loss of purpose. Or a relinquished sense of what one may have been running from in the first place.

Having drawled through the next walk of blocks, Xell finally found himself outside the designated workplace. A tall black windowed building of unusual spiraling architecture. Some civilians even remarked that it looked like a circuit.

Many complex lights, eclectic structures, paths of whimsying paths so complex, one wouldn’t know where it started nor where it ended.

Where many may find their position in the workforce at this company a trend setting point of conversation that carries prestige and status- for civilians like Xell, uncertainty became a burden since the start. Uncertainty so intangible, however, any reason to leave felt like grasping at straws.
Without looking, he open out his hand to let the cigarette butt drop to the floor like a swatted fly. Smearing the ash marble floor with his shoe to leave a sooty stain.

He pressed on towards the glass doors, pulling back the sleeve of his work shirt reluctantly to reveal his bare and vulnerable wrist. A raised and indurated lump protruding his scales. Scar revealing where the chip had been slotted within the epithelial tissue.
A keypad on the wall immediately detected the notion and pinged the words ‘ACCESS GRANTED’ in attempted encouraging neon green lights. Twin glass doors suspended from titanium framework opening up and enabling him entry.

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Level 72

Having ascended the monumentally high levels through the circuit, much like a hamster test tube with a fan like sound whooshing past each level like a dull toll, the box finally came to a stop. As the door whirled open, Xell stepped outside.

Vased plants and waterfalls decorating the hallways. He walked up to the reception area. Dull eyes glazed over the person behind the desk. A green dog with long hair, a striped shirt and ears. A oversized dangling tag that carried the name ‘Zacharias Maynard’. Face stuck in the newspaper impolitely whilst the computer blinkered in the background.

“You’re killing trees doing that…” Xell blurted without much thought. Or empathy for that matter.

The grey eyes looked over the pages of grey print. Maintaining his lazy position, he whipped out a hand to point at the Dragon’s wrist with an index finger.

“You need to sign in.”

“Already did that at the door. How many times do I need to do this?” Xell muttered “it’s a bit much.”

“Employee attendance and business performance tracking,” Zach muttered, licking his finger to turn a page “Oh… you need to take your pills.” He gestured with his hand towards the open baskets whilst keeping his face buried in the gazette foliage. Bored eyes still visible from the hollow.

“So… what mood are we in today…” his voice trailed off as the chip got scanned and a digital photo with a name appeared on the computer screen. Finally earning his attention elsewhere. “Xell Weaver?”

“Has this been approved by a doctor?” Xell asked, trying to sound incredulous. With the bland emotion within his tone, it stood out as more of a statement or moan, rather than a protest.

“Difficult today, aren’t we?” Zach furrowed his brown from behind the papers still “ok, blue pill for you.”

“Are you at least going to tell me what they are?” Xell picked up the capsule from the basket placed before him. Inspecting it indifferently before gulping it down with a glass of water that was pushed towards him.

“Nope,” Zach replied “can’t cause bias. But it should get you back on track.”
The dog forced a smile which appeared to be a ghost beneath his many layers of stoicism. Almost liked it was drowning.

“Right…” Xell muttered after he had turned his back to leave the dog in the wake of any conversation he had had all day. Automatic doors shutting behind him which left sounds of water fountains and air vents trailing in a maze of ambience.

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Office

Xell walked across the labyrinth of desks. Some people getting to work within their cubicles. Otherwise using the internet for other purposes. He mentally shook his head at the latter.

“Must be new here…” he rolled his eyes as he saw an X-rated picture of long-haired fennec posing a position he didn’t even think was possible.

Having arrived at his cubicle, he slumped within his chair. Head spinning as he tried to accustom himself to the dreary effects of earlier. He massaged his temples, before burying his face into the palm of his hands.

After several minutes passed, he relucntantly opened a drawer to the right of his computer desk. Reaching out for more pills that clattered in the container like a packet of smarttees. He exhaled. A bead of sweat crossing the boarders of his face til it splattered on the keyboard.

“Is this as good as it gets?” he opened his eyes dryly. Rattling the pills in the bottle. “was it always like this?”

Forest of the Future

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X e l l

Marshland - The Fall

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"'Sides, this is how I see it: the worse things are, the more you gotta laugh. What's the point of being miserable over stuff you can't control, or paralyzed with fear over what might happen? 'Snot like that helps any. Life is for living! Might as well enjoy it, yeah?"

“Yeah… I guess…!” Xell growled in response to Nikki’s comment. Continuing to step through the soupy marsh which was as comfortable as trying not to step on an ulcer under his foot.

‘Well… isn’t SHE just a ray of sunshine?’ that ethereal voice resounded through his mind. Causing the Draconi to check his surroundings, even though he really should’ve been used to this by now.
I could change that. Help her learn how complicated life can be.

“Don’t think even you could dampen her spirit.” Xell sniggered with a red glint in his eye. But then wiped the smirk off his face instantaneously as a shadow draped his face.

Xell bit his lower lip at the unwelcome welp that arrived within the bogmarsh scene. A canine novan gawking creature with a wired look in eyes. Frolicking in the muddy wetlands with a gun wavering in an almost drunken manner. Shouting at the top of his lungs. He looked like an asylum patient who had escaped a methadone clinic.

Xell stopped to wonder with what borrowed time the sorrowed mongrel spent in these pits. Hours. Maybe days? However much time it may have been, it appeared chronic anxiety and shackling fear had driven him to irretrievable insanity.
Xell stood with a fatigued open mouth as his eyes crawled from the grubby novan arrival, to Taffy. Where he appeared to be making his way.
‘Well, this just go interesting.’ The voice sniggered in his head.
Almost as if Xell’s eyes got forced, his eyes fell upon member to member on the group as the beast spoke. It took over and forced him to speak in a tone so calm, so tranquil and well spoken, but with an air of deception that may make one feel uneasy.

“This got VERY interesting indeed!” earning the attention of everyone, causing the group including the newcomer to turn around.

“A forlorn Coon who acts as tough as nails to cover her pain. Blinded by goals, outcomes and expectations of others when really she’s just running from something. Ha, micro manager.”

The draconi smiled with gnarled teeth as he turned his attention to the otter novan, and then addressing other members consecutively. The howling wind blowing grit passed them.

“A fallen kid whose guilt is consuming him so much he can’t even decipher what his purpose is anymore. What did you do, urchin? You’ve got the weight of the Universe on your shoulders there.”

“A forest guru who’s blind but SOMEHOW knows her way. Not very sus at all… is it?” his voice sang with amusement.

“…a run and gun hog who coulnd’t take the strain…” Xell mused out loud “an abomination of a bird girl…”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, rainbow and sunshine. That’s one pair of glasses to look through… what are you going to do when it all comes crashing down? Go running off with the Unicorns?” Xell laughed hysterically as he looked at Nikki.

“You can’t join us by the way! We’re full!” Xell pointed at the scruffy Novan newcomer, before clasping the air as if squashing him to dust.

The novan looked on, shaking deliriously with the gun by now pointing at him.
Before he could pull the trigger, he found himself tackled to the ground by the Draconi who leapt up into the sky with his elongated wings and dove head on to knock him into the swamp. Bubbles surfacing through the black murk as the reptilian novan dealt him fistfuls.

A huge gasp was heard as the canine found himself lifted from the mud by the scruff of his neck. His body dangling as Xell’s teeth and eyes could be seen from his muddied silhouette. Holding the gun in the other hand.

“Now we have some bait for our pest problem!” Xell turned to the group “a reasonable sacrifice, would you say? Hahahahaha! Just say the word and I’ll throw him!” the Draconi leaned his head towards the vines that were moving more than ever.

Forest of the Future

What do we want?
An Ink post

When do we want it?
NOW!

Forest of the Future

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X e l l

Marshland - The Fall

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“Oh er… no problem…” Xell said letting go of the Otter boy’s hand just after hoisting him up “guess some Dutch courage deserves more credit.” Though he wasn’t entirely sure what happened with Yonath’s fall.

The Draconi lowered his head with a glowering pair of eyes after hearing the Nekomi laugh at his expense. It appeared as of yet that nothing in life appeared to phase her. That in spite of the odds of survival that somehow fate would always willingly work in their favour. Or at least, this is the impression he was picking up.
He reached down and planted his hand in the viscous marsh.

“Glad you find this so amusing.” He plucked his hand out again and focused his attention on the ooze and mudstick that insiduloulsy dripped off his fingers.

“You’ve obviously never, truly, had your life put at risk, have you?” he turned look at her as he shook the rest of the slick off of his hand.

“…or maybe you have,” he continued shrugging with his hands out and rolling his eyes “but not enough make you appreciate the value of life.”

‘Says the drug addict,’ a red eye opened from a hidden fold of Xell’s wings, giving off a red flare.

but really, you can’t preach to others considering where you last came from.

Before Xell could interject with the voice in his head, he found himself waking up to reality and what appeared to be halfway through someone speaking. A voice he hadn’t heard much of as of yet so was quite surprised to see it come from bandage head panda.

“If you want to panic, please either leave the party or keep a lid on it until we're somewhere a bit safer than here; everyone else wants to survive. In addition to that, both Taffy and myself are familiar with the vines that infest this particular marsh- we can help you avoid them, and avoid getting violated by them... but we can't do that if you don't keep it together.”
The Draconi gave the panda femme a look as if the atmosphere could be cut.

He opened his mouth to say something. His eyes glowing a more volcanic fury of red. But then shut his mouth to dismiss any train of further thought or action.

“Ok… ok… Miss Muffet… do lead the way. I’ll stay at the back of the group and watch your backs,” he mock saluted whilst falling back.
As the group started to move forwards, the Draconi drifted off again in deep though. All fear and anxiety folded into a look of suppressed emotion and a masqueraded, sinister smile.

Forest of the Future

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X e l l

Marshland - The Fall

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Xell had to rub his dry eyes as he watched the events unfold. A tree capsizing which narrowly missed squashing Taffy had it not been for the swift actions of the Nekomi girl. That being said, he was also relieved to see she was ok. Even cracked a joked about her momentary disappearance and her heroic move.

Still, it became too clear too soon that the trunk failing and giving away was all but a deliberate act. The coulprit who was revealed by Taffy’s flashlight just after she demanded the whereabouts made Xell’s blood pressure drop to nauseating levels. His knees and legs were riveting violently and beads of sweat began to streak their way down his face.

“…it’s Jack… it’s Jack the ripper…!” he uttered softly, the 2nd phrase drowning out with a defeated laugh.

’Jack’s dead you idiot!’

“No… I can’t hear you!” he writhed, shaking his head to momentarily escape the lapse into the dark subconscious.

He listened on as Taffy continued to talk to the scythe carrying hulk. His tone belittling them as soft, furry little animals. The scythe swinging back and forth which would cast glints of moonlight in their direction. He proceeded to ask which of them was Max Stone.
Xell looked on with a pained look and mouth ajar at the attitude Taffy gave him with her response.

‘Who wants to know? She says…’ he thought drearily. Her tone giving away her real emotion.

It appeared after the negative answer that the hulking Miran was about allow it and let them be. All but for the pause and feigned wounded laugh that followed which made Xell step back a bit. His breath contained in his throat which knotted it up painfully.

He suddenly turned on them. A wild look with a voice declaring that there were to be no witnesses. Not people. Not animals.
[i[But witnesses of what?[/i] Xell thought with a panicked look.
Everyone’s faces mirrored that of a hare staring back at car headlights.

The Draconi groaned as everyone turned around like fleeing antelope in attempt to escape the murderous Miran who was out for blood.

‘Xelly Xelly Xelly.’

His mind was spinning as the panorama of fields and ugly branches appeared as blurred and distorted decaying shapes for his vision. Eyes plummeting another shade of red as the constricted pupils darted all around.
He wasn’t sure what the others were thinking but somehow knew no one would make that mistake to look back and slow down their pace. One slip up really could cost their lives.

He could begin to taste acrid lactic acid in his throat whilst his lungs felt taut. Being beat like counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drum.

"Don't stop!" the Lotori shouted. "Jump, it's the only way to be safe!"

The rest happened in slow motion as Xell’s feet gave way to gravity. He would be stumbling head first into the void below would it not be for the fact he was able to flex his ulcerated wings and glide with a gradual descent.
He could not make any head or tail, nor shape or form of what was below them. All but for a few splashes of what sounded like viscous ground matter.

‘You’re such a fool. Jumping off a cliff because your friend would gives this all a new meaning,’ he heard the voice again.

He felt his wings tremble. The ulcerated lesions suddenly opened up to multiple red corneas with slit like irises. The glare of red illuminating the way to his damning fall.

Xell gasped as he turned to look at either wing mid-flight. And then down again. Seeing where, or rather, what it was everyone had landed in.

Just one pothole amongst a horizon of indefinite marshy swampland. Even during this hour he could see clusters of mosquitoes buzzing around and swimming slug like leeches in some areas where the water was more dilute.

Things are only going to go downhill from here. Once you see what really lurks beneath. The voice taunted.

Xell snarled as his feet slowly but surely sank with his feet knee high into the bulbous mud. The smell causing him to pinch his nostrils.
He folded his wings in. No one needed to see the monstrosity that spawned from his failed accessory limbs.

He looked on and shone a torch on Yonath. Listening as he asked who pushed him off the cliff. He then looked on as Nikki responded with saying that no one had pushed him off the cliff. Adding that she admired his courage.

“Glad you’re ok…” Xell walked over to offer him a hand. He felt somewhat guilty. Maybe if he hadn’t offered him a drink earlier, his landing would’ve been smoother. Although he wasn’t sure what happened just after they ran off from Carrion.

“So, I hear there are bigger things to be scared of down here,” Xell said after he heard Taffy talk about vine like creatures that could invade every bodily orifice and ensure a painful death “is our fate really better down here than it was up there?” he turned his head upwards towards the cliff.
“Seriously… an hour to your Uncle's house? With all due respect, do you even know where to go from here? The rest of you guys are a bit unnervingly calm considering we’re in the dark, treading through 2 feet high tripe water in the middle of a fucking swamp with maggot tentacles out to violate our insides!!!”