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The Darwin Project (An asylum roleplay)

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Name Michelle Loveless/ Michel Loveless
Age 17
Gender Female
Appearance

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Adaptation: Michelle has developed an ability that allows her to manipulate various types of ink and paint, but Michel can manipulate whatever the paint and ink is applied too.
Song Michelle https://youtu.be/I8bXslAkovQ Michel https://youtu.be/TkV5709EG5M
Bio
Michelle was the product of young love, her parents tried to make it work for her sake. Her parents felt responsible at first but as the younger years went by it turned into a feeling of obligation. As such they began to move apart before the marriage was annulled. Neither parent was skilled in the art of subterfuge so the constant fighting about who and when rang out in their small home. It would last till the father took a step to far, bringing home one of his friends.

It was when Michelle was five that she bore witness to something that would disturb even her young mind. When the therapist asked her what had happened, Michelle would simply smile and talk of the beautiful red painting her mommy had made. What she omits is that her fathers various limbs and innards acted as accents and brushes to create this mural. This at first seemed to do little to the young girl but as she grew a second self made itself visible and Michel showed the suppressed confusion and anger.

After years in the care of professionals she had been deemed well enough to be introduced to a specialized home for children of similar circumstance. Michelle had even gone to school for a few months, and found herself in love with painting. Michelle was quite though, and rather attractive for her young age of 14, this brought both the attention of the pubescent boys and the ire of the girls. One day after as per her routine she went to paint during the lunch hour, only to find a pair of rather angry harpies waiting on her. They began to berate her for her fake cuteness, and her creepy obsession with paint, none of the bothered her, it was when they mocked her being a motherless unloved 'bitch' that she let Michel out.

Michel noticed they had used her red paint to cover the painting that Michelle had been working ever so hard on. "Well if that isn't the damnedest thing. I am out of red, you two wont mind if I get some more." The girls would of course scoff at this sudden confidence, thinking it nothing more than a ruse to alleviate pain. They would attempt to intensify the bullying by knocking the ruined piece from its place on the easel. "Now, I need a new canvas." Michel would stand slowly, grabbing a tool mixed within her bag of pencils and brushes.

"Would you like to see how this unloved, abandoned artist portrays her pain? I promise my work is truly amazing"

Michel's work lacked the blissful out look of Michelle's work but it showed a vibrant use of reds and blacks. A improvement upon her mothers work for sure, her mother had a rage based on jealousy Michel's was one of pure sorrow and torment.

Her admittance was hardly a surprise, Michel was a persona that needed to be contained despite Michelle's innocence in the matter. Strangely though she did not go back into her rather lenient asylum she ended up in a true hell. Rather than help her quell her sorrow, they where far more interested in making Michel a stronger influence in Michelle. It is no longer I, it is They.

Personality Michelle is reserved but she still enjoys the company of others, she tries to be the objective person in situations of stress. Michel is very volatile but she does not have a pure blood-lust, She desires purest expression, to let loose her pain upon canvas or others.
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I can add more detail where it is needed, but I left it vague for both the squeamish and the TL:DR crowd.

The Darwin Project (An asylum roleplay)

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Guards and Gifts (Gifted Teen Roleplay) [1 AVAILABLE SPOT]

A desert was hardly the ideal location for close combat. In addition a side arm is going to have limited effectiveness due unpredictable desert winds and possible variables in the air itself... Zeph's thoughts began to try and build an idea on how to react in the rather strange local. Constantly she found herself trying to account for shifting sands in a situation that would require fast motions to react, but without actual experience in desert combat it was a fruitless waist of thought.

Instead of needlessly dwelling on her thoughts she had instead chose to calm her excited mind. It made it far easier for her to with hold the overwhelming anticipation she had been feeling. As Nau led the group she opted to stay towards the back of the group, the unease of trusting strangers with her back...It just didn't sit well with her.

"I think it would have been worse had we been at a beach. Out here at least the sounds do not muddle our own communication...However shifting sands do make for a good ambient cover."

Zeph did feel a slight bit of catastrophic tension as her clothes almost instantly felt constricting. Missing the skirmish earlier had left her unnaware of how much these garments would interfere with her more aggressive movement. Worst case scenario she could use the knife to cut the sleeves and slits in the legs, but this would likely....Zeph pressed on her temple as if it had a switch that would end her pointless hypothetical situations. Her boots sank into the sand, far softer than the Alda...who had been what looked to be stomping? Zeph opted to hold her tongue and wait for Nau's next instruction.

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Guards and Gifts (Gifted Teen Roleplay) [1 AVAILABLE SPOT]

You are officially closer to a tax break!

Mythical Town (Open)

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Ian won. The treat would be denied if she did not accept his aid. Time was now of the issue, the beast and his ilk clearly desired the treat. It must be something otherworldly to bring so many to eat it.
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"Why does no one accept tribute? Is it no longer of value?! Grandmother assured me that these would be more than enough for the entire month!"

She jerked the gem from Lancelot's beak and flung it in irritation. (Someone is going to find a nice sapphire later...) Grasping onto her horns in anger she looked at the shop keep. "Snowy Isis I Mulivon of Morrigan will return with the cash you demand and you will allow me a treat!" She turned and glared at the Minotaur despite the massive size difference. "You would do better to not rush me next time you need cures for your ailments! "

She began to stomp off in a direction that was not there.

Guards and Gifts (Gifted Teen Roleplay) [1 AVAILABLE SPOT]

But what if they activate.....My trap card?

Guards and Gifts (Gifted Teen Roleplay) [1 AVAILABLE SPOT]

I didn't mean to reference you specifically Snow. I got click happy, Her comment is in the open for any who choose to hear it. Not that you are not an amazing person Snow! It is really hard to phrase post without sounding so harsh. You know what Here is a smiley :D

Guards and Gifts (Gifted Teen Roleplay) [1 AVAILABLE SPOT]

Without a moment of hesitation Zeph too left the pool, only a step behind Lilith. As she stripped out of her swimwear she also threw her petty thoughts to the ground with it. Her hair left a trail of water as she sprinted out in the direction of the weapons room, she did not even bother to dry off. When she arrived her eyes looked about at the rather varied display of gear, while she would have liked to have grabbed a larger weapon she opted for a standard knife to offset her side arm. Perhaps it was a sign of insecurity that she chose something so overly familiar rather than something more practical.

When she arrived with her fellow group mates she noted her rival Estelle faltering to the question of Alda. Mason seemed to be at least mentally prepared, as did Finn, at least considering the situation.............No she could not just ignore it. Her foe can not fall so early it makes her look weak. Zeph stood directly in front of the girl and spoke almost tauntingly.

"Estelle Zaneux I will not allow you to perish till I have claimed victory in our games. Do not dare think of escaping me." As she ended her sentence she checked for one in the chamber and she shook the remaining drops of water from her hair most likely adding to the moisture on Estelle's face. Zeph shifted to Estelle's side and smirked, not at the dismay of her foe but the increasing excitement she felt. She looked at her squad-mates that had already gathered and stated "Under normal circumstance I too dislike going into a situation without information but this is going to be...fun."

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Mythical Town (Open)

Mulivon looked at Ian as if he spoke the most vulgar slur imaginable. The Insolent Ian suggested that she become indebted to him! Of all the things! Trying desperately to refrain from an outburst she clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fist, but she forced an agitated smile all the same. He was taking her where she requested after all, a minor transgression could be overlooked...

"Though it might be best for you to get a job somewhere around here, as those won't last you in the long term. . . where are you currently staying anyway?"

A job?! Her home?! Did she really look like a newborn fawn?! Mulvion gasped as this verbal abuse continued. Her dignity felt all but destroyed as Ian continued to fire daggers, it was by the goddess mercy that he changed the focus of his conversation to the rather chilling woman. A strangely familiar look but at the same time foreign look helped her put the previous conversation behind her....For the moment.

The woman Ian had called Isis had a most curious dress, while it did look far to constricting it was quite beautiful. The chill was enough to make her have the urge to shake it off, and wonder just why it had came on so suddenly. It was when the flakes began to fall around the woman in greater intensity that she noticed it at all that she thought her something of a divine hag!

But when she showed the strangely colored frozen creams that her mouth would forget that she was mid being stripped of her dignity.

"Hag Isis, what is this you sell? Is it for decoration? It looks like a strange clump of snow! Insolent Ian why did you bring me to a colored snow sales hag? It is nice to see another Hag aside from my mother though. I am Mulivon! Of Morrigan! It is a pleasure to meet another of the wise ones!"

As Mulivon fired off both questions and introductions she looked more intently at the strange wares, Lancelot already producing another gem from the strange infinite void of her headdress.

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