UraharaSteph

Petrichor

@Polaris North Haha I'm sure the characters will act annoyed at the nicknames, but secretly they'll find it endearing ;)

Working Hard & Hardly Working (Office Comedy RP)

Robin blinked at the hand that was offered out to him. He put on his best 'charmer' face as he gazed up at Ruby. With a cocky smirk, he wiped some dirt from his mouth as though he was imitating a hot anime protagonist after a tough fight. He took Ruby's hand and picked himself up. “I'm fine, thanks. Nothing bruised aside from my ego.” He winked and realised that he was holding on to her hand longer than what was socially acceptable.

He quickly released it and walked past Jonah to have a look at the note stuck to the door. He squinted his eyes and read it out loud for the others to hear.

Neverending Tale (Game)

Maybe before killing Clyde, remember how easily he stopped your powerful 'boop of the head' and reconsdier killing him because you wouldn't stand a chance.

Or failing that

Look directly at the fourth wall and say 'We missed you, Ark.' without knowing what compelled her to say it.

Petrichor

@Marshall Wahey, the Marshall stamp of approval. I suddenly feel like my life has been validated XD

Petrichor

Marissa Fennix

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NAME

Marissa Fennix

RACE

Vulpinia

AGE

24

CLASS

Healer

EQUIPMENT

1 tribal pendant
1 concealed dagger(Right sleeve)
1 potion crafting kit
assorted herbs and ingredients

BACKSTORY

Marissa was the odd one out of her family from the day she was born. Pale skin and light hair caused the family of red-heads and brunettes to assume that she was an albino. They took the new baby to their resident Shaman, who concluded that she had inherited the vulpes zerda genes that her father carried. Content that they didn't have to abandon or drown the new infant, they gave her the name 'Marissa', a rather human-sounding name for a unique Vulpinian.

As Marissa grew older, she showed no interest in being a ranger or scout like the rest of her family. Since she had 3 older brothers who were natural hunters and scouts, her father (Tiptoe Fennix), was happy enough to let Marissa pursue her own dreams and fantasies.

Her mother (Swift Fennix) taught Marissa about the herbs and medicines of the forest. How to check for serious wounds or illnesses, stop a wound from bleeding excessively and prevent infection from taking hold. It was useful information that Marissa practised on her brothers regularly since they often came back from the forest with scrapes and the odd rash from a poisonous plant.

Besides that, it turned out that Marissa had more to her than just being able to mix medicines and bandage a scratch. At the age of 7, she began to have vicious night terrors. She would wake in the middle of the night screaming fighting off phantoms. Tiptoe and Swift tried everything they could to calm her down and wake her from the nightmares. They took her back to the Shaman who said that these nightmares were a sign. That's all the Shaman said. Just a vague answer that offered no closure or even a direction on where to take things next.

Marissa decided to take matters into her own hands. If the nightmares were signs, then what exactly did they mean? By the age of 10, she had started to ask the Shaman about interoperating dreams, which led to the topic of Oneiromancy. That caught Marissa's attention and she tried to gather all the information she could about the magic. There was more to it than just figuring out what dreams meant...

Once she had exhausted her Tribe's resources on Oneiromancy and healing, Marissa wanted to leave her tribe in pursuit of more knowledge. At this point, she had turned 14. Her mother hated the idea of her precious, only daughter leaving the tribe, especially at an age where she was maturing physically; worried that slavers would capture her. The pair of them argued very often about the idea of Marissa leaving the tribe. Once she turned 15, her father stepped into the debate and said that he thought it would be good for her to learn more about her dreams. (She was still having night terrors, but they had gotten better with age.) He said that the only places she was going to acquire more resources were outside; beyond the forest and that other families let their youngens explore past the forest. Swift eventually, begrudgingly agreed to the journey but on the insistence that she left with a strong companion and that Marissa would write often.

So Marissa began to travel with a scruffy Vulpinian named Badger. (It was a nickname he had picked up.) She got along with him very well. He was a good listener but not a very good talker. As the years went by, Marissa had learned how to stop her nightmares from being night terrors; she learnt how to read them and subdue them. She could give herself sweeter dreams and even help others who suffered from night terrors. Of course, she never forgot her medicines and herbs; as she travelled, she explored and discovered all sorts of flora she had never heard of before! She studied under various Healers depending on what town she was in, watching and comparing how each of them treated different injuries or symptoms. She always welcomed advice and eventually was able to give advice back, spreading different medicines and techniques.

It was at the age of 22 that Marissa and Badger finally came to the Free States, home of the Mages Guild. Feeling immediately at home, Marissa dived straight into her work and found joy in helping wanna-be adventures. She sold potions or patched up guild members after a mission.

A year later, Badger had left on a quick quest to gather very specific herbs and ingredients for Marissa. He never returned. Unable to fight off an attack by herself if she went searching for him, Marissa spent her coins on a contract with the Adventurer's Guild hoping a party woule be able to track Badger down. She tried to gather information on her own in the meantime but could not get any leads. It could have been anything that took or killed him; bandits, slavers, animals etc. Frustrated that the searches were bearing no fruit and with her coin-purse depleting quickly as she resorted to paying under the table for extra adventurers, Marissa now wants to find a group or at least another person she can join with to explore the shadier parts of the realm in hopes that Badger IS still alive and CAN be saved. She just needs to practice oneiromancy a little more and then maybe...

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@Dragoknighte I haven't found the time to sit down and write out a CS yet, which worries me about finding the time to respond to the RP once it's started. I may stick to Free RPs as I wouldn't want you guys to have to wait on me, as it's not fair on anyone here. I'm very sorry!

Petrichor

Just a few for thought:

- Blackgarde
- Oathbound
- The Route of Rouges
- The Solarglades

@vertigh0st

I'm liking the Solarglades as well!

Petrichor

I'M HERE! XD Phew, almost missed the party starting. I've been lurking around during the day time but I haven't been on chat or anything, but I'm HERE!

Marissa Fennix

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NAME

Marissa Fennix

RACE

Vulpinia

AGE

24

CLASS

Healer

EQUIPMENT

1 tribal pendant
1 concealed dagger(Right sleeve)
1 potion crafting kit
assorted herbs and ingredients

BACKSTORY

Backstory

Marissa was the odd one out of her family from the day she was born. Pale skin and light hair caused the family of red-heads and brunettes to assume that she was an albino. They took the new baby to their resident Shaman, who concluded that she had inherited the vulpes zerda genes that her father carried. Content that they didn't have to abandon or drown the new infant, they gave her the name 'Marissa', a rather human-sounding name for a unique Vulpinian.

As Marissa grew older, she showed no interest in being a ranger or scout like the rest of her family. Since she had 3 older brothers who were natural hunters and scouts, her father (Tiptoe Fennix), was happy enough to let Marissa pursue her own dreams and fantasies.

Her mother (Swift Fennix) taught Marissa about the herbs and medicines of the forest. How to check for serious wounds or illnesses, stop a wound from bleeding excessively and prevent infection from taking hold. It was useful information that Marissa practised on her brothers regularly since they often came back from the forest with scrapes and the odd rash from a poisonous plant.

Besides that, it turned out that Marissa had more to her than just being able to mix medicines and bandage a scratch. At the age of 7, she began to have vicious night terrors. She would wake in the middle of the night screaming fighting off phantoms. Tiptoe and Swift tried everything they could to calm her down and wake her from the nightmares. They took her back to the Shaman who said that these nightmares were a sign. That's all the Shaman said. Just a vague answer that offered no closure or even a direction on where to take things next.

Marissa decided to take matters into her own hands. If the nightmares were signs, then what exactly did they mean? By the age of 10, she had started to ask the Shaman about interoperating dreams, which led to the topic of Oneiromancy. That caught Marissa's attention and she tried to gather all the information she could about the magic. There was more to it than just figuring out what dreams meant...

Once she had exhausted her Tribe's resources on Oneiromancy and healing, Marissa wanted to leave her tribe in pursuit of more knowledge. At this point, she had turned 14. Her mother hated the idea of her precious, only daughter leaving the tribe, especially at an age where she was maturing physically; worried that slavers would capture her. The pair of them argued very often about the idea of Marissa leaving the tribe. Once she turned 15, her father stepped into the debate and said that he thought it would be good for her to learn more about her dreams. (She was still having night terrors, but they had gotten better with age.) He said that the only places she was going to acquire more resources were outside; beyond the forest and that other families let their youngens explore past the forest. Swift eventually, begrudgingly agreed to the journey but on the insistence that she left with a strong companion and that Marissa would write often.

So Marissa began to travel with a scruffy Vulpinian named Badger. (It was a nickname he had picked up.) She got along with him very well. He was a good listener but not a very good talker. As the years went by, Marissa had learned how to stop her nightmares from being night terrors; she learnt how to read them and subdue them. She could give herself sweeter dreams and even help others who suffered from night terrors. Of course, she never forgot her medicines and herbs; as she travelled, she explored and discovered all sorts of flora she had never heard of before! She studied under various Healers depending on what town she was in, watching and comparing how each of them treated different injuries or symptoms. She always welcomed advice and eventually was able to give advice back, spreading different medicines and techniques.

It was at the age of 22 that Marissa and Badger finally came to the Free States, home of the Mages Guild. Feeling immediately at home, Marissa dived straight into her work and found joy in helping wanna-be adventures. She sold potions or patched up guild members after a mission.

A year later, Badger had left on a quick quest to gather very specific herbs and ingredients for Marissa. He never returned. Unable to fight off an attack by herself if she went searching for him, Marissa spent her coins on a contract with the Adventurer's Guild hoping a party woule be able to track Badger down. She tried to gather information on her own in the meantime but could not get any leads. It could have been anything that took or killed him; bandits, slavers, animals etc. Frustrated that the searches were bearing no fruit and with her coin-purse depleting quickly as she resorted to paying under the table for extra adventurers, Marissa now wants to find a group or at least another person she can join with to explore the shadier parts of the realm in hopes that Badger IS still alive and CAN be saved. She just needs to practice oneiromancy a little more and then maybe...

Working Hard & Hardly Working (Office Comedy RP)

Robin continued to try and advance up the stairs faster than the others, trying to make it look effortless. He was dying on the inside. As the end of the stairs came into view, he turned around to look at the guy named Jonah. “Hey! We have the same surname! What are the chances? Must be destiny, haha!” He laughed, but he was fuming behind his smile. Sharing a surname with someone just made him blend more into the crowd rather than stand out. However; he could use the other Miller to his advantage. If Robin cocked up, he could shrug it off 'it wasn't me, it was the other Miller.'

As a sly smirk came to his lips and he was about to be the FIRST off of the stairs, he slipped and whacked his chin on the top step. He bit his tongue and slid down a couple of stairs as people began to pass him.

He whimpered quietly.

The Truth Revealed (Working Title)

Hmmm it's been quiet here.