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Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Mention: Zeltzin@Bartimaeus

A girl with blue dreads was the only one to take her up on her pie offer. She cut a slice from her slice, put it on a napkin, and handed it to her. She introduced herself as Lily and how she knew Eleanor. Seemed like that's a thing everyone was doing around the table. She kept her relation to her short. "She's a friend." And left it at that. She didn't care to go into a diatribe about why Eleanor was important. Considering it seems none of them truly knew her at all, if she can be anything to anyone, then it seemed like to Ophrenia Eleanor is a mystery. She knew that coming here, but to get details was odd.

She was surprised by the foreigners at the table. Eleanor was across the pond in Europe too? Damn. The pretty lady next to her mentioned she's her mom, and another woman her child. And she's dated how many people here? "Eleanor sure got around." She sat back listened to Jen explain the Black family's history. She chuckled when she looked at her and the other black people at the table nervously. She knew what she was about to say. As if mentioning a plantation is a trigger or something. They're a rich white family in the south. Shit's not surprising at all. It would be a doozy talking to Mary-Louise, but that'd be light work.

"If we can get a meeting with her, I'll go with...Ziltzen, you said your name was?" she asked, totally mispronouncing her name on accident. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? My Appalachian accent and names more complicated than John fuck me up." Never mind her name's Ophrenia, but she's been hearing that since birth.

She adjusted her seat to get a better look at the map Jen laid on the table. It had Xs and Os and a skull. She wasn't going to question it. Skulls meant dead things, but the woman who was Eleanor's mom and the pretty British lady had to ask. Jen confirmed her thoughts. "Not going anywhere near that. Let's do all the other ones first. Like a video game. Build our stats, then fight the final boss...or ignore it completely, because this isn't a video game and I'm not aimin' to die in some back swamp town in Louieana."

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

The sun was a little passed 4pm when Ophrenia finally got off at the bus stop that was miles away from her destination. She had taken a Grey Hound from the airport to get as close to Quintin as she could. The rest of the way she would have to walk. She tied her leather jacket around her waist. She was insane to have brought it with her, but she took it everywhere. Bringing it to Louisana had been a mistake. The heat was like nothing she ever experienced before. She was from Tennessee. It was hot, but not humid. California, where she lived now, was also hot but not humid. She could describe the heat as hell on earth, and she had to walk it.

She mapped out her destination on GPS. It was a straight shot actually. Good. Nothing more she had to remember but that. She hit the road on foot. Her outfit being more of a detriment than a help. Her pants were long and black with four deep pockets. Her crop top also black; the sleeves long. Her hair frizzed up. Now wavy and on its way to poofy if she didn't get somewhere with air conditioning soon. She lasted an hour, before she put her thumb out for a ride to hitchhike the rest of the way. Dumb, she knew, but what else could she do? Lay down a die was an option she wasn't fond of. Fucking Eleanor had to be from the back swamps of Louisiana. She was starting to hate her friend for disappearing off the face of planet. And also hate herself for caring so much.

She finally got a ride from an old man that was driving home from visiting family in New Orleans. He wasn't fazed by her piercing light blue eyes at all. And she thought that'd be the thing that wouldn't get her a ride. He talked the whole way about his grandkids on and off. Almost swerved off the road to show her grainy pictures on his flip phone. She entertained him, engaged him in conversation about anything that came to mind. The conversation didn't stay on track for more than a minute, before something else reminded either of them of something else. She had a great time talking to him.

He dropped her off at the Webb Family Coffee House. "Thanks again, Morton. I'll be in town for awhile, so let's grab something to eat when we can."

"See you Ophrenia. Good riding with you."

He didn't drive away until she went inside. The wheels of her suitcase squeaked on the floor. She saw a long table full of people. She recognized Jennifer right away. She made a quick stop at the table, sliding her luggage under it by a chair next to a black woman will dark curly hair. She caught the tail end of a woman named Harmony introducing herself.

"Hello all. Good to see you in person, Jen. Ophrenia Winston." She motioned to herself. "I'm gonna grab a water. Be back in a bit." She knocked her knuckles on the table and left as fast as she came. She went to the counter. She order iced water and saw they had apple pie as the pie of the day. The cafe reminded her of a place in her hometown. Felt very at home. If only the heat wasn't murder on her hair. She got a big slice of pie and her drink. She put a few singles on the counter. "Thank you, love." She winked at the waitress, then joined back with the group.

"Hey, how are ya? Hope everyone's day was good. Louieana's heat's a killer." She sipped her water. It tasted like a swamp, but she was used to well water. Not much different. It quenched her thirst. Good enough for her. "Pie?" She offered to anyone that wanted some.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Ophrenia Winston

"Anarchy's bitch."

_______________________________________________ Ophrenia Twilight Winston She/Her | 27 | Black American | 5'7 | 160lb _______________________________________________ Anarchist _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "There's not a job I haven't worked in the capitalist machine, unfortunately." ___________________________________ [+] Singing and screamo ⫻ She started off singing in her church choir when she was a child, voice of an angel they said. When she found the "devil's" music, she hasn't turned her back on screaming in every song she and her band has written. Sales pitching ⫻ She had to work to earn the money to make it to California with her band. That includes selling furniture, cars, and knives to the average home owner. Once she got good, there's nothing she couldn't sell you. Improvising ⫻ She's quick on her feet with coming up with solutions to problems that don't have easy answers.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "The scariest bitch you've ever seen." Ophrenia is 5'7 and 160lbs. The right side of her head was shaved and the left side is permed to make it easier to straighten. Her hair is black and her eyes are a very pale blue. She's been told they're piercing and scary to look at when you first meet her. She has a certain way of smiling when she wants people to feel uncomfortable. It's a grin that makes you feel like she knows all your secrets. Her breasts are average, her hips are wide, she has three piercing in each ear: Industrial piercings, tragus piercings, and normal lobe piercings with medium sizes hoops. All her piercings are silver. She has a hoop nose ring in her right nostril. She's never seen without her favorite black leather jacket. Pray painted on the back across the shoulders is ANARCHY and under it is her name, the names of her band members, and Eleanor Black. The jacket has spiked studs on the arms and flat ones on the collar. Her voice is naturally husky. People thought it was from all the screamo, but she's always sounded that way.

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"Authority is the enemy."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ She wants to make government change with her band, Trauma. She hopes to inspire their fans to want changes in the government that will benefit everyone and not just the majority.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Real change comes from hard work and perseverance.

SECRETS ⫻ She doesn't really have secrets. More that there are people she'll never tell certain things that she can say to her friends.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual with an aesthetic preference for thick thighs.

FEARS ⫻ She fears that nothing she works hard for will ever work out.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor Black put up Ophrenia and her band when they first came to California. She was the first friend they made there. Someone who saw their vision and activism with their music.

FLAWS ⫻ She's quite blunt and persistent. She doesn't like hearing the word 'No' and will do whatever it takes to get you on her side. She says what she believes people need to hear, whether they ask her for her opinion or not. She's been told by several friends they hate when she does that, and try as she might to curb her tongue, it only works depending on how much she gives a shit about your feelings.

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"Absolutely ordinary."

Ophrenia was a lot of things in her twenty and seven years. She used to sing solo in her church's choir as a kid. She joined Girl Scouts when she was ten, got bored and quit. Did drama club all through middle school, then joined a neighborhood rock band in high school. She took an interest in screamo, and she's been fucking up her voice ever since. Not really. She takes good care of her voice. She can't cripple her own career by fucking around and finding out.

The idea of college wasn't her thing. She saw beyond the bullshit of the American education system, and decided to work different jobs to pay for studio time with her band. She worked in sells for furniture, knives, and used cars, but by far retail and fast food were the worst jobs she's ever had. She worked in an Amazon warehouse for a year, before she quit that to move to California once she and her band had the funds. No matter what job she did, she did good work when she was there. It was during her long hours of busting her ass, that she started to hate capitalism more and more. She got into anarchism as a philosophy and believes that through evolutionary practices, the country would be better off for it. It became the main focus of her band's lyrics, but they never advocate for violence.

Life on the west coast wasn't easy. Way too expensive from the middle class community her band came from. They met Eleanor Black eight months in, when they were on the brink of being evicted from their shitty two bedroom apartment. The land lord had sold the apartment building to some corporate real estate business, and the business decided to kick them out when so they could renovate and turn the complex into condos. Eleanor had been to a few of their shows and caught up with them after a set one night. She and Ophrenia got to talking all night and at the end of it, she offered to move them into a town house she owned. The rent would be the utility bills, since the mortgage was already paid off. Ophrenia couldn't believe their blessing. Eleanor had been a friend ever since.

She helped them with their protest campaigns. Getting them a bigger social media followings, and organizing events for fundraisers so they could do more work to combat capitalisms. Once they were able to float on their own, Eleanor left California for her hometown. Ophrenia thought they would keep in contact, but it's like she disappeared off the face of the earth and her bandmates didn't remember her at all. She couldn't have imagined her, because the friend she knew and the one they knew were two different people. She had to get to the bottom of it and it all started with an internet search and forum that led her to bumfucknowhere Louisana.

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"What in the hocus pocus bullshit is this?"

Ophrenia doesn't have powers.

^{Other
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"There's one thing I'm not good at."

She tried to learn how to play the guitar, but it never worked out for her. Her fingers aren't coordinated enough.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Ophrenia Winston

"Anarchy's bitch."

_______________________________________________ Ophrenia Twilight Winston She/Her | 27 | Black American | 5'7 | 160lb _______________________________________________ Anarchist _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "There's not a job I haven't worked in the capitalist machine, unfortunately." ___________________________________ [+] Singing and screamo ⫻ She started off singing in her church choir when she was a child, voice of an angel they said. When she found the "devil's" music, she hasn't turned her back on screaming in every song she and her band has written. Sales pitching ⫻ She had to work to earn the money to make it to California with her band. That includes selling furniture, cars, and knives to the average home owner. Once she got good, there's nothing she couldn't sell you. Improvising ⫻ She's quick on her feet with coming up with solutions to problems that don't have easy answers.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "The scariest bitch you've ever seen." Ophrenia is 5'7 and 160lbs. The right side of her head was shaved and the left side is permed to make it easier to straighten. Her hair is black and her eyes are a very pale blue. She's been told they're piercing and scary to look at when you first meet her. She has a certain way of smiling when she wants people to feel uncomfortable. It's a grin that makes you feel like she knows all your secrets. Her breasts are average, her hips are wide, she has three piercing in each ear: Industrial piercings, tragus piercings, and normal lobe piercings with medium sizes hoops. All her piercings are silver. She has a hoop nose ring in her right nostril. She's never seen without her favorite black leather jacket. Pray painted on the back across the shoulders is ANARCHY and under it is her name, the names of her band members, and Eleanor Black. The jacket has spiked studs on the arms and flat ones on the collar. Her voice is naturally husky. People thought it was from all the screamo, but she's always sounded that way.

_{Psychology
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"Authority is the enemy."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ She wants to make government change with her band, Trauma. She hopes to inspire their fans to want changes in the government that will benefit everyone and not just the majority.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Real change comes from hard work and perseverance.

SECRETS ⫻ She doesn't really have secrets. More that there are people she'll never tell certain things that she can say to her friends.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Asexual with an aesthetic preference for thick thighs.

FEARS ⫻ She fears that nothing she works hard for will ever work out.

WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU? ⫻ Eleanor Black put up Ophrenia and her band when they first came to California. She was the first friend they made there. Someone who saw their vision and activism with their music.

FLAWS ⫻ She's quite blunt and persistent. She doesn't like hearing the word 'No' and will do whatever it takes to get you on her side. She says what she believes people need to hear, whether they ask her for her opinion or not. She's been told by several friends they hate when she does that, and try as she might to curb her tongue, it only works depending on how much she gives a shit about your feelings.

_{Backstory
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"Absolutely ordinary."

Ophrenia was a lot of things in her twenty and seven years. She used to sing solo in her church's choir as a kid. She joined Girl Scouts when she was ten, got bored and quit. Did drama club all through middle school, then joined a neighborhood rock band in high school. She took an interest in screamo, and she's been fucking up her voice ever since. Not really. She takes good care of her voice. She can't cripple her own career by fucking around and finding out.

The idea of college wasn't her thing. She saw beyond the bullshit of the American education system, and decided to work different jobs to pay for studio time with her band. She worked in sells for furniture, knives, and used cars, but by far retail and fast food were the worst jobs she's ever had. She worked in an Amazon warehouse for a year, before she quit that to move to California once she and her band had the funds. No matter what job she did, she did good work when she was there. It was during her long hours of busting her ass, that she started to hate capitalism more and more. She got into anarchism as a philosophy and believes that through evolutionary practices, the country would be better off for it. It became the main focus of her band's lyrics, but they never advocate for violence.

Life on the west coast wasn't easy. Way too expensive from the middle class community her band came from. They met Eleanor Black eight months in, when they were on the brink of being evicted from their shitty two bedroom apartment. The land lord had sold the apartment building to some corporate real estate business, and the business decided to kick them out when so they could renovate and turn the complex into condos. Eleanor had been to a few of their shows and caught up with them after a set one night. She and Ophrenia got to talking all night and at the end of it, she offered to move them into a town house she owned. The rent would be the utility bills, since the mortgage was already paid off. Ophrenia couldn't believe their blessing. Eleanor had been a friend ever since.

She helped them with their protest campaigns. Getting them a bigger social media followings, and organizing events for fundraisers so they could do more work to combat capitalisms. Once they were able to float on their own, Eleanor left California for her hometown. Ophrenia thought they would keep in contact, but it's like she disappeared off the face of the earth and her bandmates didn't remember her at all. She couldn't have imagined her, because the friend she knew and the one they knew were two different people. She had to get to the bottom of it and it all started with an internet search and forum that led her to bumfucknowhere Louisana.

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"What in the hocus pocus bullshit is this?"

Ophrenia doesn't have powers.

^{Other
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"There's one thing I'm not good at."

She tried to learn how to play the guitar, but it never worked out for her. Her fingers aren't coordinated enough.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

I won't be joining this one. Hmu for your next rp @Punished GN.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

@GN FOREVER Can Ki run out? Like if a Nomad uses too much in a day, will it deplete? Or is it a forever running battery? And is it possible for objects to block a Nomad's ability to sense Ki?

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart (Fighting Game/Anime Inspired Journey!)

I'm always up for a GN rp.

Recollections: Magnanimous

Georgie didn't have the energy nor the will to be bothered by Sabrina's passive aggressiveness. Had she been in her shoes, she would've left her at home and went about her own business. She didn't ask for anyone to come looking for her and drag her out of bed. She looked down pointedly at Sabrina's hand on her wrist. She didn't appreciate the hold and wiggled her arm halfheartedly to get her to let go. Seemed like Sabrina was determined not to let her go. Not after stating that the wiccans were coming. She went along with Sabrina dragging her out of the room in a hurry.

"Considering how far the wiccans most likely live from here, I'm sure we have plenty of time to get gone," she said, yanking her wrist out of Sabrina's hand. She kept up as fast as she could on clumsy drunken feet following a six foot four woman on a mission. They got the garage and Georgie made a feet from the door, closer to the car, when an orange bolt of lightning crashed outside the garage revealing the Triple Goddess and all her ugly glory.

"Christ!" she yelled, nearly jumping out of her skin. She scrambled to the front of the car, using it as a shield.

"GIVE ME MY BROTHER, THE GODDESS COMMANDS YOU!"

Georgie crouched down, the car protecting her from the wind. Sabrina hit and crashed into the wall.

"Brina!" she yelled over the howling wind.

Blood trickled down out of Sabrina's mouth. Georgie kept low, waiting to rush to her side, but she didn't know if the goddess would attack them again.

"If you release my brother," The Triple Goddess said. "I will spare you and leave Araminta in peace. Even releasing my grasp on the cult."

That was a bad deal. Georgie couldn't five fucks about the cult. They made their bed. And as far as she was aware, the goddess had nothing to do with the curse. Whether the goddess stayed or went, if Georgie couldn't leave without turning into stone then her life was still on hold and her goals further from her grasp.

"If you don't; I will make your last moments on this earth as painful as possible. Then I will kill your family and destroy everything you know and love," She paused again, before she added, with every voice speaking at once. "Make your ch-"

How this goddess managed to get anyone to join her cult with threats like that, further proved her point that the cult were full of idiots that didn't know their heads from their asses. With the goddess distracted by something outside, Georgie rushed to Sabrina's side. Everyone else came out of no where, but she wasn't going to complain about there being more hands to handle the goddess.

"Back in the house," she said, holding Sabrina's arms as she stood.

"We got this, just get out of here!" Justin said.

“Let me help you out before-” Oscar started.

At the same time Georgie said, "Help her to the ca-"

Both were interrupted by the goddess pelting the garage with ice. Oscar's rock wall did a good job of protecting them, but she could see him straining. It might not hold. They're all going to die here for this damn skull, but she couldn't let the goddess have it.

"Oscar, make sure she gets to the hospital," she said, the she let go of Sabrina and conjured a portal into the Garden on the floor right beneath her own feet. She sank into her flowers, closing the portal behind her. She instantly got a headache from opening and close the portal so fast, but that's a small price to pay to keep the skull from getting to the goddess. She hoped everyone outside would handle it or she'll be coming back to corpses.

Recollections: Magnanimous

@Punished GN

Georgie didn't much care for whatever Sabrina had to say. She can spew whatever nonsense about not hating her and loving her all she wants, but she doesn't believe for a moment that it's true. There's only one thing she said that got Georgie off the floor.

If we just pull together, we can solve this and never have to deal with this again. So... just open the door and come with me. We need you."

She could careless if they needed her, but she needed this curse gone to get back to her life. She used the bed to drag herself off the floor. It took her a moment to stumble to the door, but she opened it for Sabrina. Bits of vomit stained her nightgown and covered her mouth.

"It wasn't locked."

She kept it short, letting her into the dark room, before going to the en suite bathroom. The bright lights gave her a headache, but pushed forward to the shower and turned it on. Cold water hit her scalp and drenched her hair. It woke her up, giving her the energy she needed to get her arse moving. She turned it off, wrapped a towel around her hair, then brushed her teeth and washed her face at the sink. Once refreshed, she undressed in her room, no qualms about being mostly naked in front of Sabrina. She changed back into her black sweater with roses on the sleeves, a black skirt, and wool tights.

"Where are we bloody going and what's the plan?" she asked, putting on her snow boots and winter coat. She grabbed a comb from the sink, combing out the kinks and wet curls. She pulled her hair up into bun on top of her head and hoped she didn't get a cold from wet hair in the winter.

Recollections: Magnanimous

@Punished GN

Or rather, Georgie almost fell asleep. A loud pounding on her door startled her. She sat up, heart pounding and breathless. Were they being attacked again? Though, she suspected the wiccan would blow another hole through the mansion and wouldn't bother knocking on the door.

"Georgie, can we talk?" Sabrina called through the door.

A familiar voice, one she didn't want to hear any time soon since she yelled at her before. Sabrina's never yelled at her before. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, it hurt and shocked her and made her cry. She's not a little girl anymore. There's no one she can cry to when she's sad or scared. She hasn't had a shoulder since she moved to London a decade ago. No one was there for her when she needed them, so she doesn't need anyone now.

"What's there to talk about? I hate it here. Everyone hates me. Leave me 'lone!" she yelled, accent thick in her drunken slur.

She leaned down for her house shoe. A wave of dizziness came over her from her sudden position change. She fell off the bed, creating a loud thud.

"Ow," she groaned.

The fall didn't stop her from her mission. She grabbed the shoe and lobbed it at the door.

"S'en aller!" she tried to yell again, but her words were cut off by her vomiting up all she's drank in the last thirty minutes. She head hurt, her stomach hurt. Drinking on an empty stomach was a mistake and she didn't make mistakes. She retched over and over, holding her stomach. She didn't have the strength to make it off the floor to bathroom, so she sat there and suffered. This was the worst night of her life.