Shaymin

Puella Magi Dum Spiro Spero--A Puella Magi Madoka Magica Roleplay (Canon Rules, Original Characters and Setting)

@Shaymin Thank ya! Your rolls...
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4 Experience.
8 ToF.
14% starting despair.

You got a powerhouse to work with. :O

@NightinGem

Yassss! 🙌
Will get to work on cs right away~~

Puella Magi Dum Spiro Spero--A Puella Magi Madoka Magica Roleplay (Canon Rules, Original Characters and Setting)

Interested! :D

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Jill noticed the boy color up but she wasn't too sure why he was embarrassed. She saw him looking around at the people who had been staring at her and wondered if that was it . Maybe he was just introverted, she thought. Only now had she taken a good look at him, noticing that he was carrying a bag almost filled to its maximum capacity, threatening to burst open any second. Was he travelling? she wondered.

As she made note of this, the boy started again , fiddling with his fingers. I have to make it up to you somehow he had said, but she didn't really feel that way. After all, she was safe and sound and it was just a silly incident that he couldn't have seen coming. She had made up her mind to refuse any money or items the boy was about to give her. Would you like some food? My treat. Food was okay, Jill decided. She could accept that. In fact it was about time she ate something, she was starving. Jill had been working since the morning and after the ruckus at home she had forgotten completely about eating. This often happened with her. Whenever she got too absorbed in her work or upset, she'd ditch meals. Not on purpose entirely,however, as she was a complete foodie and could wolf down a worrying amount of food within a minute's notice.

She beamed up at his offer and nodded. "I'd really like that! I haven't had a morsel since the morning and its already noon!" She complained with a dramatic show of clutching her empty belly and staggering as if she had no energy to stand.

'I'm Jill by the way, Jill Wayland. What's your name?" She asked with an extended hand. She was a social butterfly who had never had much difficulty getting on good terms with most people. Her chatty personality helped her with this, as she was the kind of person who'd never run out of things to talk about.The downside however, was that sometimes her mind-to-mouth filter was almost nonexistent.
"What's in that bag?" She asked him straightforward, unable to hold back her curiosity. "Are you travelling?"

@Polaris North

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It had been ages since Jill had left for the marketplace, yet nothing among the various stalls had caught her interest. She walked by each vendor lazily, giving their items only a half-interested fleeting gaze before moving on. Since when had business here been so dry? Jill thought to herself. Then again, these were everyday people selling everyday items. It was unfair of her to expect them to have rubies on display when only a small fraction of the populace could afford that sort of thing.

"Fresh fruit! Fresh vegetables! Get them while you can!" An old lady beamed up at the passing by crowd, causing Jill to let out a loud yawn, her eyes now slightly teary. This was much to the old lady's disapproval, who muttered something about rude whippersnappers under her breath, causing Jill to sprint away from her stall.
Jill's thoughts returned to the family drama she had left back at home. She was now having second thoughts. Was she making too much of a fuss about nothing? Would it be better for everyone if she just went along with their plans quietly? What if she was in the right after all? Maybe her family was in the wrong for always deciding things for her. She swept away her bangs in frustration and trudged forward, not really looking where she was going.

She had barely passed another shop or two, when all of a sudden she noticed a dog plunging forward in full speed. Sometimes she wondered where dogs got all their energy from, she herself could barely manage doing her daily chores. She turned around, curious to find out what the dog was after. There was nothing out of the ordinary. No master waiting for it with a treat, no wild animal to give chase after. It took Jill a moment to register that the dog was dashing towards her. When it had finally dawned upon her, Jill turned back at the dog in dread only to find out that it was now only a few steps away from her. Why me? She thought as she shut her eyes and instinctively crouched down; almost shrieking in fear as she did so.

Well? Was the dog going to bite her? Jill wondered,as she slowly mustered the courage to open her eyes. The dog was there alright, brushing against her, but it didn't seem as hostile as she had feared. It gave a friendly bark, dissolving any qualms Jill had had about the dog's nature. Jill laughed nervously, falling back in relief. She hesitated for a moment, but ended up petting the dog. It seemed nice enough, now that Jill was calm and collected. For some weird reason,she felt a tad bit better. It was probably swell being a dog Jill thought as she petted the dog. Dogs don't have any worries...do they?

She heard someone shouting in the distance, the sound bringing her thoughts back to her surroundings. She looked around and saw a few kids who had stopped to stare at her, while some adults went about their business but only after giving her a condescending look.
She had freaked out completely, after all. Talk about an over reaction, her inner voice criticized. Jill immediately got up, dusting her self off, making up her mind to never again let a dog get the better of her .
The shouting figure was that of a boy, who stopped abruptly beside the dog. Jill figured out that he was the dog's owner. Before she could gather the energy to get furious and go on about how the owner should've kept his dog on a tighter leash, he had already started apologizing. In fact the more he apologized, the lesser she felt like complaining.

"It's alright,you don't have to apologise!" She exclaimed; and she meant it.

"Your dog's done nothing much,that is, besides almost scaring the daylights out of me" she added with a grin.

Before you lies the circus...

Interested :D
Really hope you can gather more interest~

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Jill

Ah! Jill yelped out in pain as a dark drop of blood oozed out of her finger. This was the third time that morning she had pricked herself. She quickly dabbed the site with a scarf that was laying around, careful not to get any blood on the garment she working on. She had been working away for what seemed like ages with little progress to account for. She slumped back in her chair, trying to get a kink out of her neck. How long had she been sitting here? Jill got up to stretch her back but the motion immediately got her back into her chair. Her field of vision was filled with tiny dark blotches that seemed to dance mockingly. I need to lay off the alcohol for a while she thought, as a sudden headache began to make her temples throb. Figuring she wasn't going to get any more work done, Jill got up slowly and made for her bed, almost stumbling over the footstools that encircled a small , round wooden table. Countless playing cards and coins covered the table and in the centre of it all was the fruit of yesterday's efforts: A pearl necklace. It had been ages since she had last gambled but yesterday a couple of drinks with old friends lead the group to a game in a drunken spur of the moment.

Jill plopped on her bed, her head hanging off the other side as she lifted up an envelope to the sunlight. It had an invitation within, one that she had read countless times over the last week. A window remained flung open, bringing in sounds from the bustling marketplace.She closed her eyes momentarily, listening to the voices outside.She could hear angry men shouting, the chirping of birds and laughter.

Laughter? Jill got up as though a bolt of lightning had hit her. She recognized the source of the sound and jumped out of her bed with her pillow. She then rushed to her round table and swiftly picked up her cards, stashing the lot within the fabric sleeve that covered the pillow. Once that was taken care of, she threw the thing in a haste, the pillow only managing to reach the foot end of her bed. She then carefully counted the gold pieces and rounded them up in a small leather pouch which she hid in one of the pockets of her trousers. She could hear footsteps approaching as she grabbed her pearl necklace and darted frantically, unsure of what to do next. As the door creaked open, Jill slung on the necklace and tucked it under her tunic.
"Jill! It's been ages!" A familiar voice beamed as a wide figure filled the doorway.
You saw me just a week ago, Jill thought.
"How's it going?" she replied as she walked up to greet her mother. At that moment, another figure entered the room. It was Jill's eldest sister.
"Katheriiine. How nice it is to see you again." Jill started with a forced smile, barely able to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
Katherine only smiled, dismissing her sister's surly greeting as she walked towards the desk,observing what Jill had been working on.
"So what brings you two here?" Jill inquired, hoping they weren't going to get started with advising her to keep her place clean , staying in touch and all that crap again.
"It's ... about my party."
"What about it?" Jill retorted. She wasn't going to let Katherine make her dramatic pauses. She'd barely gotten any work done and was in no mood for tolerating her family's nonsense today.
"We want you to come , of course! I dont care if you have a million dresses to take care of, you're coming tomorrow!" Her mom exclaimed.

Oh.

"And since you're coming to a party, you'll have to look the part too .After all , I can't have my younger sister looking unkempt in front of courtiers and dignified nobles. There's just no way I will allow it." Katherine interjected, suddenly looking more animated than usual.

Oh

In the end it was all pretence after all. It was all about making appearances with her family.

"I dont thin-" Jill started, but was cut short by her mother.
"Oh don't you worry about a thing, we've got everything covered. Katherine and I picked this wonderful work of linen for you ! Now all we need is to look for the right accessories" Her mother described, going on and on in the high-pitched and overly-detailed manner she was used to speaking in.
"I'm pretty sure Jill has some trinkets lying around here" Katherine added as she opened a closet, falling victim to an avalanche of bundled up clothes, a bag, some books and a figurine.
"Kat, I'd rather you wouldnt open my-
"Oh isn't this the figurine you snagged off that poor girl Leslie? I wasn't aware it came with a ring." Katherine exclaimed as she examined the statue before sliding the ring off it.

That was the last straw.

"Enough!" Jill exploded, before snatching the ring from Katherine's hand. She then stormed towards the door, turning back halfway through.
"Look, I don't care about your party! Make whatever excuse you want for your beloved nobles, I'm not coming."
Jill slammed the door behind her and in a fit of fury she walked off into the streets.

She felt like an idiot. She knew she shouldn't have blown off as she had but Jill was already having a rough day and she didn't feel like going back and making nice. She noticed she still had her fist clenched around the ring. It was all this stupid thing's fault, Jill thought as she put on the ring on her left hand, feeling strangely satisfied with how perfectly it fit her finger. Days like these, she wished things would fix themselves. She knew what her quick fix was. Some booze and a gamble. However, Jill resisted the urge to turn for the pub and walked into the marketplace instead. She wandered aimlessly, hoping it would become dark soon and her mother and sister would be gone by the time she returned.

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Yikes! Snoozed on this for a while and the IC is already up and running.
(Should have a post up tonight.)

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Name: Jill Wayland
Age: 19
Occupation: Seamstress
Ring: Orange

Appearance:

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Biography:
Jill grew up on the outskirts of the capital where her parents and 4 sisters lived in a cozy house next to an inn that her family had owned for generations. Jill's father Luke Wayland, was a travelling merchant who was often absent from family events and her mother, a reputed teacher in the neighborhood, had to bear the burdens of parenthood mostly by herself.Luke Wayland's business involved exquisite finds from faraway and he often frequented the houses of high nobles, who were usually the only ones around with both the money and time to fawn over trinkets, uncut gems and the like. Although his presence was often missed, good business meant that the family lived quite comfortably with not much to complain about.Jill had a lukewarm childhood, with not much struggles save for the constant need to define herself as an individual different from her sisters. As the child right in between, she had neither the elegance of her sophisticated elder sisters nor the charm of her younger, amiable sisters.However, as she grew older, Jill's focus shifted towards getting better at the things she was good at rather than wait for people to acknowledge her a person. Jill helped her mother with the inn and by spending time with the various lodgers, Jill had picked up quite a set of skills. She learnt how to sew and was decent at art and painting as well.

However, with good things Jill also picked up a few bad things at the inn. Unknown to her family, she had become a habitual gambler. It began with fun games at first but it soon turned into a near addiction for her. She was always up for a bet and when the habitants of inn refused to feed her hobby she turned to pubs and the marketplaces. Over time, Jill got crafty enough to win most of her gambles and no cheap trick was beyond her. Countless victories made her overconfident and Jill even took on proclaimed witches and royal subjects. During one of her similar outings she had put on stake her father's most recent treasures: a handful of pearls and a crown of rare gems in exchange for an angel figurine from a young woman, Leslie, who unknown to Jill, happened to be the daughter of a merchant as well. When she was about to return with her winnings, Jill noticed an orange ring on the angel's left hand. Leslie, who had also just noticed the ring, pleaded with Jill to return it,for she had forgotten to remove the ring. Leslie's pleas fell on deaf ears and Jill ignored her even when she told her about how the ring mattered a lot to her father. Jill's victories were but short-lived. When Leslie confessed to her father, news of the figurine soon reached Luke as well. The family finally figured out where Jill's allowances were disappearing and she was persuaded to give up gambling. Jill begrudgingly agreed, on one condition: she wasn't going to return anything she had won until now.

3 years later, Jill became a seamstress and moved out of her house when she began to earn enough to take care of herself.Without her family's interference, she has fallen back into her habit of gambling; although its now longer as big of a problem as it was in the past. Jill's not sure of whether she has really found her calling yet, but atleast her earnings mean that she can fund her habit for now.

New Story Idea: The Ten Rings

@Balthazar007 Interested. I claim the Indigo ring please.

@Shaymin I love you. BEST POKÉMON EVER!!! (Totally wonders if the little Shaymin would be interested in a Pokemon Rp)

@The One

Yes!! Shaymin! <3 <3 (I'd be down for the rp! if the requirements aren't that high )

Also dibs on ORANGE ring before it gets snagged away

New Story Idea: The Ten Rings

Interested.