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5 yrs ago
Current School: Out. Sun: Out. I'm: Playing FF7
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6 yrs ago
how much interest do y'all think there'd be for a climate change nation rp?
6 yrs ago
Me: Finally caught up on all my Rps. "Hmmm. Maybe I should join another one"
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6 yrs ago
im sleepy and dumn
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6 yrs ago
Y'all ever do well in life just to get revenge on everyone you went to highschool with
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Functioning cog in some great machine.

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S A R A B E R N H A R D T

P R E L U D E
Sara has no memory of what her childhood was like before the Void. She first entered the Void when she was just starting to walk, and the traumatic experience threw her into such a state that if she had been older, she simply would have gone mad. As it was, the experience completely transformed the young girl, irrevocably tying her life to the Void. When Sara returned to our world, alone and not knowing who or where she was, she began to blindly use Void powers, broadcasting loudly that she was a Mystic. If she had been taken by the Division, it's likely that Laura would have become a Mystic serving the Division. As it was, cultists found her first, and hid the young Mystic. Since then, Laura has been raised among the cult of the Hidden God. The cult is based in the Bay Area, and Sara adopted the public persona of a happy-go-lucky young woman. Sara was involved in track and field at her public highschool, and had many loose friends through her childhood. But behind closed doors, Laura was an up and coming Mystic prodigy, rising in the ranks of her cult until she had become next in line to become a high priestess. Sara's incredible strength as a Mystic, her intense devotion to the Hidden God, and her willingness to do whatever it takes to advance the cause of the Church of the Hidden God, has earned her a modest reputation for herself as a deadly foe to cross. Laura is now enrolled as a college student at Cal Berkeley, intending to achieve a higher public standing, helping spread the influence of the Hidden God. Laura has met the Division several times in the Void, sometimes helping them on behalf of her order, and other times hunting and killing Division units.


I D E O L O G Y
Sara's personality is almost split into two harsh dichotemies. One is a bubbly, excited college student who likes to wear bright colors and is studying law with the stated desire to 'change the world.' And the other is cold, fierce disciple of a Void cult, having murdered nearly a dozen people in her time. Sara worships an entity in the Void that her cult refers to as 'The Hidden God.' The Hidden God purportedly communicates with the highest ranking members of the cult, who then direct the other members in their actions.


A P P E A R A N C E
A short young woman with lightly tanned skin, thick curly hair, and pale blue eyes. When in public, she dresses in loose flowing sundresses, paisley, and otherwise cheerful colors with strappy sandals. When she serves the Order, Sara pulls her hair into a tight bun, dresses in a dark navy padded motorcycle jacket, dark jeans, and sturdy shoes.


W A R F A R E
piano wire garotte, machete, switchblade stiletto, sawed off shotgun, lighter. Sara's special Mystic ability is to summon fog that will rapidly expand, choking and obscuring. The fog will rapidly fill a closed room, and dissipates after several minutes. The furthest that Laura has spread the fog was a city block, though that took a solid hour. Occasionally, the fog that emerges from the Void is flammable, and when ignited erupts into flames, burning everything in the fog. Sara has developed a preternatural ability to navigate effortlessly through the fog, and is able to ambush and surprise anyone caught in the fog.


T R I V I A
Sara's name had been chosen and made up by her. Sara Bernhardt was a 19th century actress, and Sara adopted her name for her public life. Her contacts in the Void know her only as Sara. Sara plays track and field for Cal Berkeley.

This can't die.

This is too good

This is exactly what I want.

Please let this be a thing.
I'm thinking that the entity would be a mysterious denizen of the Void that was known as 'The Hidden God' or the 'Eyeless God'. My character would have entered the Void near his domain as a child, and he took her under his wing, training her and turning her into an agent for his actions. The Hidden God has had a fairly extensive network built by now, he maintains over a dozen mystics, and has numerous cult cells across the world following his orders through the mystics. His actual desires remain unknown, though he has played a huge role in human politics. The Hidden God had given favors to the CIA during the Cold War in exchange for earning it a positive standing with the U.S government and the Division. It maintains a publicly known cult house in Berkeley, and often tries to indoctrinate college students with a New Age front. It's highest known membership is on the West Coast, though there is another cult masquerading as a protestant church in the Baltics actually run by the Hidden God.

The fog is originating from the layer of The Hidden God, and he ends manipulates it for the Mystic. Basically the Mystic opens the portal, and The Hidden God has full control over fog that enters through it. Things that The Hidden God can do with the fog include:

Shape the fog into rigid shapes, giving it weight

Direct the speed and direction the fog flows

Change the makeup of the fog, making it acidic or flammable.

My character would communicate with the Hidden God, expressing what she needed while he in turn would shape the fog into what she requested.
Okay, playing with a mystic who ends up acting as an agent for a mysterious entity in the void, essentially a cult priestess, but less creepy and more spy agent.

Also, she would create and control fog, which is a sorta hazy area, because while it's fog, it's also spooky and very Voidy. She would get these powers as being an agent for her entity, which styles itself as a god.
Yeah, expanding on what the void can do what be really cool
Room for one last person?
Please?
This looks great
Thanks! It helps that I was able to ignore all other concerns for a few hours while I focused on this highly sophisticated time killer that won't ever show any tangible benefits for myself.

Goodness, I love to roleplay online.
Got my post up.

It heavily features a guide between the afterlife that relies on rhyming stanzas to communicate.

I ended it slightly before Nariata's last post, which just means that once Prince makes his post, it'll be easier for us to move as a cohesive group.
Kat


“Keep practicing the language, you will get it right eventually. Even if it takes you ten years”

Kat felt her cheeks flush as she was dismissed by the barbarian. Kat trudged on in silence behind Gyrid, mulling over what the Glamhoth had said to her. Her offer for assistance had been dismissed by the warrior, and then the backhanded compliment from her over using that Harmony-Wrecking language stung.

Kat tried to whistle herself a heat spell, but the gashing wind had numbed her face too much for her to form the proper notes.

I could be home right now with Arlo, drinking kava and watching the sundiil birds migrate across the night sky right now. Kat shivered at the thought, feeling a knot of homesickness in her throat.

"Katerina, daughter of the World

Lover of knowledge and beauty, protector of Harmony

You went to this land on a great ship, sails unfurled

Your presence here is vital to see these people free

For this you left our beloved home to go beyond the sea

If you are to keep this land from turning to ruins and wild

Tolerate the slight of strangers mistaking you as a child."


The psychopomp croaked into Kats ear, flexing his claws into the padding of Kat's jacket.


"And for now I must bid you my leave

I am ascertaining who shall next grieve.


And at that, Samedi lifted away from Kat, causing her to wince as the crow began to flap his wings, lifting away into the darkening sky. He then began a lazy, easy flight across the village, towards the open field between the town and the forest.

Kat watched the psychopomp fly away, wondering at the motives such a being would have. Before she had boarded the Lavasian vessel, Arlo had brought her Samedi, who had agreed to join Kat. All Arlo had said on the matter was that he had had known Samedi for years, and that the crow had a vested interest in restoring the Harmony to the mainland.

Kat let out a sigh, letting out a silent prayer that her mentor and friend was safe and warm tonight.

As Kat began to move again, huddled in between the bristling spears, she figured she would be better off saying the same prayer for herself.

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Entering the village, Kat stayed in the rear as the Glamhoth soldiers worked their way through the village. Ever since that Harmony-Blasted Dragon had appeared, Kat's sense of rightness on this whole damn continent had been torn apart, leaving it difficult to truly sense any disruptions unless she was right on top of it. Which meant that Kat couldn't safely say if the town held an ambush, or if it was just the ambient terror and wrongness that filled the air here.

When she heard the scream, Kat had summoned her magics to her, readying herself for a fight. (If she needed to, she could pull energy from the storm, or force it here early and then direct a lighting bolt into whatever monster had appeared, she could use the runes already carved into her staff as a ward, and then bolster the soldiers attacking, hell, she could decide that this was an appropriate disruption of the Harmony, and force an earthquake to happen here....) But when she heard the laughter and the Glamhoth word for 'cat' she relaxed, letting go the energies she had summoned up.

Harmony, I've become so jumpy. What will I be like after this is over? Will this ever be over? How am I going to get home? Am I needed at home? The World has plenty of Purifiers and mages, and as far as I know, I'm the only Purifier in this country. I'll help these people reach safety, and then I'll go back south, and try and find a way to go to the World, bringing back more mages to defend this place.

Once it became clear that there was no serious threat, Kat had sat down on a door sill, feeling and learning the edges of the coming storm, trying to figure out how to turn it.

She must have been lost in this process for a significantly longer time than she thought, because when a Glamhoth prodded her, the sky was darker than it had been before.

"Gyrid want's you. Go to her there." Looking to where the grimy finger pointed, Kat saw the barbarian readying her weapons while talking to another Glamhoth warrior. They were looking out along the field.

Kat jogged over to them, speaking in the significantly easier Mainland Common, "What's happening, Gyrid?"

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And high above all, unseen, a being circled, it's form extending far beyond this planet, pressed into the shape of a crow. It saw the power-mad necromancer cackling, leading on his legions of undead soldiers. The two women stumbling out of the forest, fearful and driven by exhaustion. It shook it's head. It didn't know what would happen, but it could guess.

Samedi croaked, and continued to wheel above, a portent of death.
Since my last Rp ended up dying on me, I think I'll start putting in some back work on either the Strike or the Spanish Civil War. I'm curious to know which one people like more.
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