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Pre-Guildfall, 2008. Communication is what makes a lasting roleplay.
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I'm going to be away all day, but I'll start up a post this evening!
I vote give others a chance to get their bearings before skipping, but if it takes days again, then go ahead.
Tadaa! There we go.
“Mercy?!” Someone came running from the fence and crashed into the blonde woman, apparently someone very important to her. Mercy. So that's her name. It's gotta be short for... what, exactly? Leaning heavily on Tony as they watched the reunion, Chris imagined how she would react if separated from him – only to quickly cut those thoughts short. She didn't want to imagine that.
Tony held her upright with an arm around her waist, reducing the pressure on her knees, but she felt weaker with exhaustion the longer she remained standing.
Brushing aside the distrustful look from Mercy's friend – her name, Chris learned, was Ash – they listened to the breakdown. “What's going on here? What's the situation?” Before anyone could fill the newcomers in, one of the odd pair appeared from inside the house and announced it was clear. Chris added one cat and one dog to her survivors' head count... but she was starting to lose track. She looked over the group before her; Blue was missing, though a scan of the farm grounds found her heading towards the shed.
“Right,” Chris muttered, then cleared her throat and faced the group. That woman, Ash, wanted an explanation. “Rough count, there's... twelve, thirteen survivors here, more if you count animals. The fence is good, but if we're gonna stay, it'll need to be reinforced.” She gestured around the farm as she explained, pointing with her bloodied baton and glancing back at the survivors between sentences to assure they were listening. “Grounds are clear, animals all survived, 'cept the dog. Lloyd Mathews,” she pointed to him. “This is your farm, that's your dog.” She dropped her arm and took a breath, frowning in thought. “Everything else seems good. Just gotta clear all the dead infected out of the house and the grounds. If we line them up outside the fence, might help mask our presence here.”
With little else to say, she looked over the group again. Tony watched her, smiling, then turned to the others. “My name's Anthony Harper, but please call me Tony. This is Chris.” He offered Mercy a smile and pointed towards the well. “Your arrows are over there, all cleaned, if you still want those.”
They were silent, then, allowing the others to absorb the information; this was likely the first moment of relative peace any of them had experienced in a while. There was an unspoken agreement among the survivors that they would be living on Mathew's farm for the time being... but how long would Chris be comfortable with that? At least for a good while she had no choice; she hadn't stopped running for so long, and food was so scarce, if she didn't rest soon Tony worried she might fall ill.
He knew her, though, and he knew she already realised how limited their time at the farm would be. No doubt she was thinking of restocking and moving out as soon as she had the energy.
Tony held her upright with an arm around her waist, reducing the pressure on her knees, but she felt weaker with exhaustion the longer she remained standing.
Brushing aside the distrustful look from Mercy's friend – her name, Chris learned, was Ash – they listened to the breakdown. “What's going on here? What's the situation?” Before anyone could fill the newcomers in, one of the odd pair appeared from inside the house and announced it was clear. Chris added one cat and one dog to her survivors' head count... but she was starting to lose track. She looked over the group before her; Blue was missing, though a scan of the farm grounds found her heading towards the shed.
“Right,” Chris muttered, then cleared her throat and faced the group. That woman, Ash, wanted an explanation. “Rough count, there's... twelve, thirteen survivors here, more if you count animals. The fence is good, but if we're gonna stay, it'll need to be reinforced.” She gestured around the farm as she explained, pointing with her bloodied baton and glancing back at the survivors between sentences to assure they were listening. “Grounds are clear, animals all survived, 'cept the dog. Lloyd Mathews,” she pointed to him. “This is your farm, that's your dog.” She dropped her arm and took a breath, frowning in thought. “Everything else seems good. Just gotta clear all the dead infected out of the house and the grounds. If we line them up outside the fence, might help mask our presence here.”
With little else to say, she looked over the group again. Tony watched her, smiling, then turned to the others. “My name's Anthony Harper, but please call me Tony. This is Chris.” He offered Mercy a smile and pointed towards the well. “Your arrows are over there, all cleaned, if you still want those.”
They were silent, then, allowing the others to absorb the information; this was likely the first moment of relative peace any of them had experienced in a while. There was an unspoken agreement among the survivors that they would be living on Mathew's farm for the time being... but how long would Chris be comfortable with that? At least for a good while she had no choice; she hadn't stopped running for so long, and food was so scarce, if she didn't rest soon Tony worried she might fall ill.
He knew her, though, and he knew she already realised how limited their time at the farm would be. No doubt she was thinking of restocking and moving out as soon as she had the energy.
Still here! I could post again, I was waiting to give everyone a good chance to get up to date. If it's all good, I'll post?
Edit: I actually have a post pretty much ready.
Edit: I actually have a post pretty much ready.
Holy cow, would you look at that. Finally getting a few more boys in. Glad to see this RP's getting a lot of love!
And sleeping. How did anyone not mention sleep? Best thing in the world. Rest up!
Name: Dianus.
Human Alias: Diana Preston.
Age: 26.
Appearance: At five feet, ten inches tall, Dianus towers above the average human female. With pointed ears and features, she would appear elf-like if not for the tiny horns protruding along her hairline and the black scales along her cheekbones. Her long, wavy hair is a dark bronze colour, which seems to lighten in the sun. Her wings are feathered in the same colour-shifting bronze, with a wingspan of twelve feet. She has sharp canines, and her eyes are yellow, in contrast to her dark hair and wings. Her skin is a light brown, copper colour, peppered with dark scales and the odd horn. Dianus' body is all lean muscle; graceful but strong, and she moves in much the same way.
Façade:
Personality: Dianus is absolutely fascinated by everything human. From their wingless appearances to their inventions to their variety of cultures, she wants to know everything about it all. There are many ways in which she chooses to learn about humans, including (but not limited to) playing tricks, playing with their inventions, direct interaction and silent observation. She is patient and gentle in much of what she does, but her interest and almost affection for humans leads her to defend them when she must, often without thought of the trouble it may cause for both species.
Dianus isn't likely to think in much detail about anything that doesn't relate to her studies; there's little else that interests her quite as much as cultures and the way things work. If she can't understand something after a short while of studying it, or learn something quickly, she can become frustrated and even angry.
Bio: Having always happily shared what she has learned of humans, and her predictions for their development, Dianus is known in some circles as being the go-to for knowledge, or in the very least a source of a good laugh (at her expense). Her knowledge has only grown as the centuries passed – for a long time she merely observed and collected, only in the last few hundred years has she thought to insert herself more thoroughly into the human world – though her understanding needs a little more work.
Since her decision to interact more directly with humans, Dianus has slipped in and out of numerous lives. At first she relied heavily on what she knew of human behaviour to successfully pass as one, and soon she was soaring through it with ease. She masqueraded as all manner of things, each one revealing something new, and some so fun she repeated the process with multiple humans.
She had always heard rumours of Shades falling in love with humans – love was a highly peculiar thing, and though she had seen many different examples of it throughout time, it remained largely a mystery – but she never experienced the feelings other Shades described; only a fascination with the human creature and sometimes a platonic fondness for the individuals. Usually a solitary Shade, she has always wondered what it might be like to love a human, or to love at all, so she often finds herself following the most distinctive of their kind in the hopes that something might... spark. Still, she's quite happy to settle for knowing every minute detail of human life.
Other: May be edited and added to.
Name: Elijah Marshal.
Age: 20.
Appearance:
Occupation: Construction Worker.
Personality: Elijah is all about hard work, dedication, and making people happy. More than anything, he loves seeing people at their most comfortable and carefree, and strives to make it a more frequent experience for those he loves. Outwardly cheerful, he's serious about his commitments and promises, a result of being brought up with traditional values. He doesn't believe he's good at anything other than construction and social work, but he doesn't try new things often, so he's unlikely to know. Elijah may even be too comfortable in his cosy little life, and apprehensive at best of grand new ventures.
Bio: The Marshal family was large, but cosy; Elijah grew up with four siblings and close connections to his aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents on both sides. He was born directly into the middle. The Marshals were highly traditional and as such it threw them entirely off guard when their youngest child – a boy named Freddie – began to say he could see faeries and giant birds that no one else could.
They took the boy to doctors, child psychologists and the like, and the diagnosis was different each time (autism, attention-seeking, there was even an accusation of mistreatment). Elijah watched his little brother's classmates edge away from him, how even their older siblings all but disowned him as he grew older and continued to believe he could see fantastical creatures. Eventually, Freddie got angry when no one believed him, and took to violent outbursts, so their parents relented and sent Freddie to be cared by be specialists.
Most of Elijah's life, he spent worrying about Freddie. Even now, Elijah is unsure whether his brother is truly insane or if he was just misunderstood, but the experience pushed him to dedicate large amounts of his time to volunteer work with children. In addition to coaching a soccer team part-time, he raises funds for the care centre where his brother lives. He's even considering taking night classes to become a social worker.
Sighted: No.
Other: May be added to later.
Is it cool if Elijah's brother showed signs of being Sighted, but not Elijah himself? Elijah will of course never develop the Sight. I can change these details if necessary.
Human Alias: Diana Preston.
Age: 26.
Appearance: At five feet, ten inches tall, Dianus towers above the average human female. With pointed ears and features, she would appear elf-like if not for the tiny horns protruding along her hairline and the black scales along her cheekbones. Her long, wavy hair is a dark bronze colour, which seems to lighten in the sun. Her wings are feathered in the same colour-shifting bronze, with a wingspan of twelve feet. She has sharp canines, and her eyes are yellow, in contrast to her dark hair and wings. Her skin is a light brown, copper colour, peppered with dark scales and the odd horn. Dianus' body is all lean muscle; graceful but strong, and she moves in much the same way.
Façade:
Personality: Dianus is absolutely fascinated by everything human. From their wingless appearances to their inventions to their variety of cultures, she wants to know everything about it all. There are many ways in which she chooses to learn about humans, including (but not limited to) playing tricks, playing with their inventions, direct interaction and silent observation. She is patient and gentle in much of what she does, but her interest and almost affection for humans leads her to defend them when she must, often without thought of the trouble it may cause for both species.
Dianus isn't likely to think in much detail about anything that doesn't relate to her studies; there's little else that interests her quite as much as cultures and the way things work. If she can't understand something after a short while of studying it, or learn something quickly, she can become frustrated and even angry.
Bio: Having always happily shared what she has learned of humans, and her predictions for their development, Dianus is known in some circles as being the go-to for knowledge, or in the very least a source of a good laugh (at her expense). Her knowledge has only grown as the centuries passed – for a long time she merely observed and collected, only in the last few hundred years has she thought to insert herself more thoroughly into the human world – though her understanding needs a little more work.
Since her decision to interact more directly with humans, Dianus has slipped in and out of numerous lives. At first she relied heavily on what she knew of human behaviour to successfully pass as one, and soon she was soaring through it with ease. She masqueraded as all manner of things, each one revealing something new, and some so fun she repeated the process with multiple humans.
She had always heard rumours of Shades falling in love with humans – love was a highly peculiar thing, and though she had seen many different examples of it throughout time, it remained largely a mystery – but she never experienced the feelings other Shades described; only a fascination with the human creature and sometimes a platonic fondness for the individuals. Usually a solitary Shade, she has always wondered what it might be like to love a human, or to love at all, so she often finds herself following the most distinctive of their kind in the hopes that something might... spark. Still, she's quite happy to settle for knowing every minute detail of human life.
Other: May be edited and added to.
Name: Elijah Marshal.
Age: 20.
Appearance:
Occupation: Construction Worker.
Personality: Elijah is all about hard work, dedication, and making people happy. More than anything, he loves seeing people at their most comfortable and carefree, and strives to make it a more frequent experience for those he loves. Outwardly cheerful, he's serious about his commitments and promises, a result of being brought up with traditional values. He doesn't believe he's good at anything other than construction and social work, but he doesn't try new things often, so he's unlikely to know. Elijah may even be too comfortable in his cosy little life, and apprehensive at best of grand new ventures.
Bio: The Marshal family was large, but cosy; Elijah grew up with four siblings and close connections to his aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents on both sides. He was born directly into the middle. The Marshals were highly traditional and as such it threw them entirely off guard when their youngest child – a boy named Freddie – began to say he could see faeries and giant birds that no one else could.
They took the boy to doctors, child psychologists and the like, and the diagnosis was different each time (autism, attention-seeking, there was even an accusation of mistreatment). Elijah watched his little brother's classmates edge away from him, how even their older siblings all but disowned him as he grew older and continued to believe he could see fantastical creatures. Eventually, Freddie got angry when no one believed him, and took to violent outbursts, so their parents relented and sent Freddie to be cared by be specialists.
Most of Elijah's life, he spent worrying about Freddie. Even now, Elijah is unsure whether his brother is truly insane or if he was just misunderstood, but the experience pushed him to dedicate large amounts of his time to volunteer work with children. In addition to coaching a soccer team part-time, he raises funds for the care centre where his brother lives. He's even considering taking night classes to become a social worker.
Sighted: No.
Other: May be added to later.
Is it cool if Elijah's brother showed signs of being Sighted, but not Elijah himself? Elijah will of course never develop the Sight. I can change these details if necessary.
Colour me interested.
Relief began to settle in as Ashley waved away Charlie's worries, only to be abruptly halted at the words “it's not every day that a pretty girl invites me to have food”. She froze for a moment, the tip of the straw resting on her bottom lip, to absorb the compliment. Her cheeks flushed once she realised, as they often did whenever someone said something like that, and she tried to hide the blush behind her hands, pretending to rest her chin in her palm.
Considering she was usually covered in paint, dirt, and wearing some old clothes, hair up in a messy ponytail, she would never describe herself as pretty. Charlie forced herself to stop obsessing over the word and focus back on the conversation. She eyed the passing elderly couple, glancing at Ashley – did she know them?
“If my mom knew I was drinking this sprite or ordering Chinese food, she would nag at me for days about all the weight I'm going to gain.”
What she could derive from Ashley's explanation follows; she lacked proper friendship, she was in the closet at least to her “friends” and family, and her parents were idiots. Well, that last part was mostly opinion on Charlie's part. She found herself frowning as her imagination took over, painting Ashley's parents as evil diet-obsessed nag monsters. Unable to help herself, she sat up straight and spoke up.
“You know, a healthy diet actually requires a certain amount of sugary and greasy foods.” She launched into a lecture that would make any college professor jealous, using her hands to accompany her words. “Your body needs something from each food group on a regular basis, and as long as you don't each any of it in excess, all of it is used to keep you alive. The glucose in sugary foods is the only source of energy your brain can use, and it's important for your muscles too. It's only when we eat too much sugary foods that it becomes unhealthy. A sprite now and then is good for you.”
Only when she finished her lecture and sat back did she realise that maybe Ashley hadn't wanted to attend a class in nutrition.
To make up for it, Charlie quickly added, “you're nineteen, anyway, and you look great to me, so don't worry about putting any weight on. Wouldn't matter if you did, you'd still look great.” It was the kind of sentence that could have done with a “so there” added onto the end, but that might have been pushing it. Her rambling only served to make her blush worse.
Considering she was usually covered in paint, dirt, and wearing some old clothes, hair up in a messy ponytail, she would never describe herself as pretty. Charlie forced herself to stop obsessing over the word and focus back on the conversation. She eyed the passing elderly couple, glancing at Ashley – did she know them?
“If my mom knew I was drinking this sprite or ordering Chinese food, she would nag at me for days about all the weight I'm going to gain.”
What she could derive from Ashley's explanation follows; she lacked proper friendship, she was in the closet at least to her “friends” and family, and her parents were idiots. Well, that last part was mostly opinion on Charlie's part. She found herself frowning as her imagination took over, painting Ashley's parents as evil diet-obsessed nag monsters. Unable to help herself, she sat up straight and spoke up.
“You know, a healthy diet actually requires a certain amount of sugary and greasy foods.” She launched into a lecture that would make any college professor jealous, using her hands to accompany her words. “Your body needs something from each food group on a regular basis, and as long as you don't each any of it in excess, all of it is used to keep you alive. The glucose in sugary foods is the only source of energy your brain can use, and it's important for your muscles too. It's only when we eat too much sugary foods that it becomes unhealthy. A sprite now and then is good for you.”
Only when she finished her lecture and sat back did she realise that maybe Ashley hadn't wanted to attend a class in nutrition.
To make up for it, Charlie quickly added, “you're nineteen, anyway, and you look great to me, so don't worry about putting any weight on. Wouldn't matter if you did, you'd still look great.” It was the kind of sentence that could have done with a “so there” added onto the end, but that might have been pushing it. Her rambling only served to make her blush worse.
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