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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
I'd love to alter a character I have that uses her Magnetic abilities working for the world space agency lifting/descending orbital packages, studies of the Van Allen Belts and the effect of Cosmic particles and other such.
Jesse only uses violence to counter violence directed at her or in her location
She was trained by the Military and then declared herself a limited Pacifist the only limit to full Pacifism
Oh and she's sort of a Meta Elitist who doesn't mix intimately with normals saying it is her duty as a female of her new race to increase their number
I always loved Muse, I went through a heavy Muse / Blue October phase were I could have driven anyone unlucky enough to be in the cab of the truck as I delivered horses to the events
Tonight is a free-for-all Kill off the Raiders, capture them and someone can even chase down "The Duke" and bring him back alive
Not interested in a collaborative but if you guys want have at because I'm thinking of putting on a size limit to such things. I think the huge posts are making the story hard to follow for those who were absent of the event
Doug Simpson (The Duke) had drug his men away from their fort which was a beached barge 15 miles up river from Arlington and headed for the town for fun and plunder both of which he had to give his men on occasion or have them turn on them. Thirty-three years old he’d been a teen and bully when it had all gone to hell.
He’d been lucky and found safety in the town of Ayer which had been only a subdivision before the fall of man. It was a small community and easy for his mentor and former boss Harry Lysander to take control of forcing the weak into slavery to the gang’s whims.
It had lasted for about 4 years till there had been a power struggle between himself and ole Harry but during their infighting they had somehow managed to burn it all down and scatter the slaves they had held sway over.
Forced from their comfort he gathered up the few men left who’d listen to him and hunted down anyone near his base taking what he wanted and even recruiting from the survivors till he had a pack of bloodthirsty dogs who’d kill or torture anyone their master told them to.
The dead had made his profession as a bandit raider like a wolf hunting in a sandy desert and several times he and his men had nearly starved and he’d been forced to eat their horses but they were still alive and hungry.
Two months ago they’d caught an old man and were about to kill him when he told them of how he’d come across a town that was fat and happy 25 miles down river so he’d sent some of the boys to check it out.
They’d come back with fresh women and goods as proof of the old man’s snitch telling the Duke of a large community made almost entirely of women and children as well as a good fortified position on the river that overlooked one highway and had another dead end at it.
His boys had almost mutinied and headed to the town a few days ago but The Duke knew even women in a well fortified position could chew up too many of his small force and he couldn’t afford to lose even 3 of them till he found better replacements. The Duke knew that if he was weakened too much another raider group could come along and eat them as they’d eaten others.
So he’d waited and used the fresh women to entertain his men and extract information from the women once their spirits had been crushed and what he’d found out made him a very happy man.
They had marched downstream for two days leaving only four of their number back at the barge to watch over the new girls and hold the position till he captured Arlington and could use it.
The march had been uneventful and he’d gotten to within a mile of the town and sent three guys over the hill to attack the gate on hwy 19 when his main force distracted the town’s defenders and everything was going well till suddenly two of his men were dropped by gunfire that was so accurate both were head strikes and the report of the weapons maybe two or three seconds after they fell.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening, the people of Arlington were farmers armed with as many as 14 shotguns and maybe on small rifle but his men had been killed by something bigger. Was their another bigger and badder Raiding party out here and they saw him as a threat? Doug didn’t know but he did know that they were in a bad way so like any Bully he turned tail and ran urging his old horse to flee at it’s best speed without even calling to his own men to retreat.
Nationality: British / Manx from the Isle of Man Her Passport
Appearance: Abby has to wear clothing more suitable for a girl half her age or have them special made which often gives her the appearance of a lollie. She is very petite weighing only 6 stone (#85) with eyes so blue many believe they are contacts. Her hair drops to below her shoulder blades and is a silky Honey blonde with red highlights at her temples and even her figure is less that of a woman’s and more of a young girl and qualifies her as a Little Person but of equal body proportions.
Height: 1.39 (4’7”)
Personality: Abby is outgoing and has a zest for life along with boundless amounts of energy. She sleeps in catnaps and is able to sleep in places and situations that most would find Impossible. She was once found sleeping in a partly closed upright Bass’s hard case at a studio.
She loves to eat and follows her nose to any foods being cooked near herself and will always try a bit no matter how much her friends are off put by her consumption of said questionable food. She is rarely ever sick and considering her lifestyle a source of amazement.
A wicked sense of humor she will play to her situation especially if the person she having fun with has mistaken her for a little girl because she feels she must. Add to that a poison tongue which can fire off quips with the best and is supported by an active imagination and people either learn to love or hate her with few remaining in the undecided.
Role: Leadsinger/Composer
Specified Job Details: Abby can play the piano at a professional level and is also a Drummer.
She is a trained singer of Opera who is a Mezzosopraano she has a power that is unnatural and brassy but her diminutive size prevents her from joining any companies of any worth so she turned her powerful voice to rock music and eventually fell in love with Metal.
Her talent as a Composer okay but not prolific and used more to arrange Cover songs for her own style
Relative Experience: Classically trained in Opera by Helga Lier former Diva of the London Company and her grandmother from 9 to 18 years old.
Mentored in musical studies by Ian Slice of Bomber Bob in piano, drums, and writing.
Her first album was “Star Child” and while a bit dated in its style is a coveted trophy among her small group of fans and was released on her 17th birthday.
Recruited as backup lead vocalist for a studio created band called “Concrete Kittens” she was quickly pushed forward into the lead before their first public performance.
Performed at the Isle of Wight Music Festival as a warmup band and made a 30 minute encore at the crowds demand.
Released the Indie Album “The Mouse That Roared” at age 20 sold 1.2 million copies as lead of Concrete Kittens then left the band before the expected release of “Pretty Ponies” due to creative difficulty (This was blamed on her as being a difficult talent and resulted in her being Blacklisted)
Biography: Abby’s mom is a woman more concerned with public appearence and moving in the right circles and an unexpected child was against her plans in life so she shoveled her off on her mom to raise.
Abby’s grandmother was a retired London opera Diva who lived on the Isle of Man and while demanding was also a loving and supportive woman. She raised Abby to believe she could be anything she wanted and was pleased when her granddaughter began singing scales with her students and often outshining them in power, control, and endurance when she was only 9 years old.
So taking her on as a student her grandmother became two different women; one a loving and doting granny and the other a demanding voice coach who resembled a camp guard or drill instructor. Then at age 15 when her grandmother thought she was ready they made the trip to London where using her connections she got Abby an audition. The board was impressed with her range but said she was too short and could only be used a a chorus singer playing the part of children which would mean she’d have very little work.
Dejected Abby returned to the Isle of Man vowing she’d never sing again; a vow which her grandmother wouldn’t stand for and made her continue for a pointless dream.
Then as Abby explains she was wandering the Island during the Tourist Trophy when she met the drummer of the band Bomber Bob who were big in the 60s and 70s but now largely forgotten and his two twin daughter Mandy and Sandy age 7 and hit it off. He was at that point a single parent trying to run a small recording company and watch after the two girls and was overjoyed when he found Abby would help by acting as their babysitter, tutor, and friend.
He taught her how to play piano and drums when she showed an interest in them and even tried himself to get her auditions with other recording companies who rejected her because at they said she was little more than a novelty act. Her grandmother at first disapproved of her classical training being used to sing such rock standards as “Itching for You” and “Blue Angel” but when she met Ian and saw he was trying to get Abby work and inspiring her to keep singing she joined forces with the man.
Ian’s little record label recorded her Album written by both Abby and Ian called “Star Child” and it enjoyed a bit of success when it was found in the bargain bins of the Liverpool shops and became an underground staple. Rough and still needing polish it still displayed a power hidden in her small body few could believe actually came from her when they saw her live or in person.
Abby was working harder than ever at that time till on her 18th birthday her Grandmother, Ian and even Mandy and Sandy were victims of the Ferry disaster which left her alone in the world for the first time in her life and resulted in a deep depression that made her disappear for a year as she worked through her problems.
Then one day out of the blue Abby showed up in a London studio that was trying to create a Girl band and needed a backup vocalist
Abby’s band was a surprise at the Isle of Wight Music Festival when she popped out on stage with the Band she was working with at the Time know as “Concrete Kittens” and seemed to explode vocally her voice more powerful than her size might be expected to reach.
Then a month later Abby and the Concrete Kittens released the Indie Album titled “The Mouse That Roared” which made them instant Stars in England’s Metal scene but soon their success caused friction when the band’s founder and the manager tried to take advantage of Abby’s Size and made her do a Lollitta Song called “Pretty Ponies” which set her up as a bad little girl complete with one of those huge lollipops and a babydoll skirt.
She hated the song and thought it would make her fan base shift to the creepy pedos that had already begun to plague her and the arguments began and eventually came to a showdown which resulted in Abby’s quitting the Band.
Out of work and black balled at home she came to the city hoping to at least get work as a session singer and try to get control of her career.
Abby is the type of girl who lives music in a large way. She’s always scouring the sources for every new sound and genre. Listening to music in languages she has no idea what they are talking about but moving to the beat as she surrenders to the raw emotions every good song contains no matter where or when it is from.
Abby lives bathed in sound almost 24/7 her lovers finding her bed impossible to actually rest in enjoying falling asleep with her sound system thumping at near ear damaging levels. She sings at her whim to whatever is playing matching the other singer note for note trying to understand the emotion that formed the rhythm, the lyrics, and whether they were written together or fitted to each other one being done before the other.
In shortly after her appearance at Isle of Wight she gave an interview while making “The Mouse That Roared” said when called an up and coming musical artist.
”I am not a Musical Artist, I’m a Worshiper of Music; if Music were a person I would gladly be its slave; I already am”
Some say it's the music she’s confessing her love to in her song “Bend me to your Will” (track 4 TMTR)
She's never still on stage and she can shift personality instantly going from seductress, to angry Diva, and wherever else her passion takes her. Her moves have no choreography and no two performances the same her moods reflected in small ways in her performance.
She throws herself around so violently many have feared she’ll someday fling herself off stage and into the crowd.
A dry or uninspired crowd doesn’t cause her doubt and only makes her shift performance to fit the desires of the fans. Aware that many of her fans are attracted to her because of her Lollie look she doesn’t shy away from it or pander to it instead using her voice to enlarge her presence.
Trained to work in an Opera company which means acting while singing she is trained in using body language to accentuate her performance. When performing live she is a slave driver as far as her stage bands are concerned demanding that the fans have trouble distinguishing live from studio performance at every show.
When she sings even for fun she’s dedicated to the sound of the performance over all else.
She is never late for rehearsal, she is always supportive of her band when in studio only causing friction if she feels her boundaries are not respected.
She’s never moody in the studio, she never does drugs, drinks or exposes herself to negative situations; if she is part of anger or a bystander she cuts it off by leaving and retreating into her headphones till she feels calmer or the anger has moved on, if it remains she asks Pax and calm discussion.
Because of her Opera training she is also able to speak if not fluently then make herself understood in Italian, German, French, Russian, and English as well as Welsh.
She’s horrible with finance but always ering to the conservative side, you’ll never catch Abby dropping 10 grand for a jacket, maybe Charity but never for an article of clothing.
She loves Bootsales and Second Hand clothing stores and strangely collects odd Coffee cups but hates paying full price or buying them new.
“The Discovery is part of the Memory” -Abby as concerns her collection-
I love this as an Idea of a Cover song Abby could do
You kill me with your smelly fingers Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day And now you say you're feeling guilty You're feeling guilty 'cause your god was shining on your face You go to church and light a candle And then you're blinded by the light from the golden pews The devil's snapping at your toes now Because the angels can't be bothered to give to you They're selling Jesus again They're selling Jesus again They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes They're selling Jesus again Selling love to you, selling love You're buying this you're buying that now You're wishing all the money in the world belonged to you You're crucified upon you're own cross now You're givin' money to the white men in the white limo That kind of god is always man-made They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees They get their theories from the same place Then build a church if there's some money left From lying on the beach They're selling Jesus again They're selling Jesus again They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes They're selling Jesus again Selling love to you, selling love They're selling Jesus again They're selling Jesus again They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes They're selling Jesus again Selling love to you, selling love
My character got hit by a car, which placed her in a coma and paralyzed her lower half, forcing her to use a wheelchair perhaps leading to the break up of her group. @Polaris North's character lost his parents in a car accident, and was forced to provide for his younger sister. @RumikoOhara's character lost everyone in a ferry disaster, and was forced to find her own way in the world.
This is supposed to be slice of life, not slice of tears.
The Creative soul is often an expression of hope or cathartic release; "The reward of suffering is experience. -Aeschylus-
Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case<br><br>Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.<br><br>I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel</div>
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