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damn you ever come back somewhere after a year and be like "fuck. i'm a totally different person now"
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i am fucking ASCENDANT tonight lads
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that feel when you have to write and memorize a 90 second monologue in japanese by tomorrow (hahahaha kill me)
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tfw you're like "eh, i don't need a flu shot, i'll be fine" and then you get the flu
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22-year-old trans plural entity who came back here on a lark after being gone for like a year (she/her | it/its)
really unsure what else to put here honestly. uhhh
BLM, ACAB, trans rights are human rights
really unsure what else to put here honestly. uhhh
BLM, ACAB, trans rights are human rights
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So, as I work on my sheet, a quick question: What exactly is a legacy? I haven't really read any of the Percy Jackson books recently, so if it's something that came up there then I've got no clue what it is.
Duuuuude, this is super cool! Unfortunately, I'm kinda busy, or else I'd just sign up right away, but once I get some free time I'm totally joining this! I hope we get more people in here, it'll be super fun!
Thinking of creating a child of Ananke. Not too sure they'll be approved, though, since their powers will probably be some form of mind control. Considering going with Harpocrates as a backup, in case Ananke is rejected.
Hi guys I'm really sorry but (if you haven't guessed already by how quiet I've been) I'm going to have to bow out of this :( Thanks for all being wonderful <3 sorry I couldn't keep up with posting!
Awww, that's a shame! It's been nice having you around, though! Good luck! Hopefully I'll be able to RP with you again. =)
@Mokley Yep, still here! Gonna work a bit on the detailed bit when I don't have stuff to do for 3 different classes and as many RPs, not counting this one. @_@ Maybe I'm overextending myself... Nah, I'm fine. =P
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Looks pretty cool! I have to ask, though, what gods are or aren't options for godly parents? I know Hera, Artemis, and Persephone are off-limits, but is there anyone else?
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Camryn had, again, mostly been hanging back until all the business of who was going to do what had been resolved. Truth be told, she had never thought herself that great of a leader, despite her friendliness to just about anyone. As Maisy gave out her orders, she sat up a bit and looked around for the two other students that she had been paired up with. She knew that the ponytailed boy who had spoken up earlier was Joshua, so after Maisy left everyone to their own devices, she approached him.
"Hey, you're Joshua, right? I'm Camryn! Thought I should probably introduce myself, if we're gonna be working together on this." She stuck out a hand to shake, like she usually did. "Also, would you happen to know who Michelle is? I, uh, don't know as many people here as I'd like to, unfortunately."
"Hey, you're Joshua, right? I'm Camryn! Thought I should probably introduce myself, if we're gonna be working together on this." She stuck out a hand to shake, like she usually did. "Also, would you happen to know who Michelle is? I, uh, don't know as many people here as I'd like to, unfortunately."
Putting this up so I don't lose it. Detailed bit coming Soon(tm)!
Name: Matthew Souza.
Age: 25.
Abstract: Angry Playboy and Former Militiaman
Detail: Matthew Souza is the very image of "exotic pretty boy". He has bronze, blemish-free skin, wavy black hair, and a dazzling smile that expertly hides the fact that he is actually incredibly nervous at almost any given time. He's rather muscular, in a lean, tough way, and has an easy, casual way of speaking that hardly ever leaves him, even when he's speaking to someone that is technically his superior.
Little Matt Souza was born in the slums of Sink, to an absent mother and a father who, try as he might, just couldn't get off the bottle. He grew up a small, unconfident, worried child, never walking so much as scurrying, as the other children often bullied him for the crime of looking different (bronze skin and black hair weren't exactly common traits). Whenever his father came home from work (at a factory that made weapons for the Sink army), he would invariably go straight to the little cabinet where the booze was kept, flop down at the table, and drink his sorrows away. Fortunately, Mr. Souza wasn't so much an angry drunk as a sad one; Matthew would often have to console his father when the man started sobbing about something, usually the wife he apparently drove away. How, he never said; only that she was "far better than I deserved."
At around this time, Matt went through puberty. And boy, did it serve him well; he went from someone most people wouldn't look once at, let alone twice, into a pretty boy of epic proportions. Suddenly, everybody loved him. He would often go to the richer parts of Sink to beg for money (Mr. Souza's job didn't pay particularly well), and found that he now earned much more money than before. He put his newfound beauty to good use, milking the "too good for these sinful slums" angle for all it was worth. In fact, he even got invited home by a few nobles for a donation of a more... risque nature, proposals which he gladly accepted (mostly).
But as he continued to beg in the city proper, and watched all the people go by who had so much wealth, and refused to share even a little with the poor boy on the street corner, he felt a little ball of anger form inside him. Why did these people have such riches, while he had barely anything? And for that matter, if they had so much, why did they share so little? Hell, some of them went out of their way to spite him, called him things like "mongrel" and "not worth it". One particularly charming gentleman had even had the nerve to call Matt "subhuman"! What did they do to deserve this? What had he done to deserve this?
Naturally, when a group of people who were sick and tired of the rich being so contacted him, Matthew wasted no time in joining them.
Initially, the SLF (Sink Liberation Front) were strictly nonviolent; protests, thievery, and suchlike. Matt had a wonderful time with it; all the adrenaline, coupled with the feeling that they were doing something right, made him feel like he truly belonged with the SLF. Of course, the amount of cute girls who were all too interested in him helped greatly.
But as the months wore on, and as the SLF grew ever larger, its leaders began to grow more daring and violent. They began to do things like firebomb the houses of the wealthy, cause a scene specifically so that the guard would be called in (and subsequently killed), or even try to assassinate certain people that they felt had a bit too much influence, or if they had something that one of the leaders especially wanted. In fact, things like the latter became increasingly commonplace; rich people turning up dead, their houses ransacked and servants - or even their family - indiscriminately slaughtered, all topped off with a note: "This house and its contents have been reclaimed for the people by the SLF." Truth be told, Matt was beginning to get cold feet about the whole thing. Even as the SLF's leaders broadcasted that they were getting ever closer to truly being able to "fix" Sink, Matt saw through the wool they had pulled over his eyes, and knew that they were no better than the nobles and millionaires they purportedly fought against, and in some ways were even worse. So one night, he gathered all of his belongings and snuck out of the SLF's main base, where all of its members were required to live.
He was caught, and executed. The SLF has no use for traitors.
Theme: Hurricane, by Panic! At the Disco
Name: Matthew Souza.
Age: 25.
Abstract: Angry Playboy and Former Militiaman
Detail: Matthew Souza is the very image of "exotic pretty boy". He has bronze, blemish-free skin, wavy black hair, and a dazzling smile that expertly hides the fact that he is actually incredibly nervous at almost any given time. He's rather muscular, in a lean, tough way, and has an easy, casual way of speaking that hardly ever leaves him, even when he's speaking to someone that is technically his superior.
Little Matt Souza was born in the slums of Sink, to an absent mother and a father who, try as he might, just couldn't get off the bottle. He grew up a small, unconfident, worried child, never walking so much as scurrying, as the other children often bullied him for the crime of looking different (bronze skin and black hair weren't exactly common traits). Whenever his father came home from work (at a factory that made weapons for the Sink army), he would invariably go straight to the little cabinet where the booze was kept, flop down at the table, and drink his sorrows away. Fortunately, Mr. Souza wasn't so much an angry drunk as a sad one; Matthew would often have to console his father when the man started sobbing about something, usually the wife he apparently drove away. How, he never said; only that she was "far better than I deserved."
At around this time, Matt went through puberty. And boy, did it serve him well; he went from someone most people wouldn't look once at, let alone twice, into a pretty boy of epic proportions. Suddenly, everybody loved him. He would often go to the richer parts of Sink to beg for money (Mr. Souza's job didn't pay particularly well), and found that he now earned much more money than before. He put his newfound beauty to good use, milking the "too good for these sinful slums" angle for all it was worth. In fact, he even got invited home by a few nobles for a donation of a more... risque nature, proposals which he gladly accepted (mostly).
But as he continued to beg in the city proper, and watched all the people go by who had so much wealth, and refused to share even a little with the poor boy on the street corner, he felt a little ball of anger form inside him. Why did these people have such riches, while he had barely anything? And for that matter, if they had so much, why did they share so little? Hell, some of them went out of their way to spite him, called him things like "mongrel" and "not worth it". One particularly charming gentleman had even had the nerve to call Matt "subhuman"! What did they do to deserve this? What had he done to deserve this?
Naturally, when a group of people who were sick and tired of the rich being so contacted him, Matthew wasted no time in joining them.
Initially, the SLF (Sink Liberation Front) were strictly nonviolent; protests, thievery, and suchlike. Matt had a wonderful time with it; all the adrenaline, coupled with the feeling that they were doing something right, made him feel like he truly belonged with the SLF. Of course, the amount of cute girls who were all too interested in him helped greatly.
But as the months wore on, and as the SLF grew ever larger, its leaders began to grow more daring and violent. They began to do things like firebomb the houses of the wealthy, cause a scene specifically so that the guard would be called in (and subsequently killed), or even try to assassinate certain people that they felt had a bit too much influence, or if they had something that one of the leaders especially wanted. In fact, things like the latter became increasingly commonplace; rich people turning up dead, their houses ransacked and servants - or even their family - indiscriminately slaughtered, all topped off with a note: "This house and its contents have been reclaimed for the people by the SLF." Truth be told, Matt was beginning to get cold feet about the whole thing. Even as the SLF's leaders broadcasted that they were getting ever closer to truly being able to "fix" Sink, Matt saw through the wool they had pulled over his eyes, and knew that they were no better than the nobles and millionaires they purportedly fought against, and in some ways were even worse. So one night, he gathered all of his belongings and snuck out of the SLF's main base, where all of its members were required to live.
He was caught, and executed. The SLF has no use for traitors.
Theme: Hurricane, by Panic! At the Disco
I'm considering @Algorhythm and @Tojin dead in the water, find people to replace them if they return.
Yeah, sorry about that. My schedule was filled up unexpectedly, so I haven't had the time to make a character, and by the time I got any sort of free time (i.e., now) I'd already lost interest and forgot to tell you. Again, really sorry! Good luck with the RP!
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