Vermicelli

The Taygete Project

Bump. Still looking for more players.

The Taygete Project

Added your guys' characters to the Notion page, as well as several more locations. If you guys need help or want to make a collab post with me, be sure to tell me. I was also considering having an "interview" or questionnaire for your characters to append to their Notion pages for added flavor. Let me know what you guys think.

The Taygete Project

First round of posts are looking good. Can't wait to see where this goes. @Zerflah@Sniblet👍

The Taygete Project

_@Zerflah

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Got you now, you little rat.

Angelli closed in on her prey, who didn’t realize he was running into a dead-end alley. Last night was full of hazy details—forgotten places, cigarette smoke, and piles upon piles of shot glasses. The morning after the man woke to the sound of a revving engine and his door getting kicked in. Next thing he knew he was being chased out of the window of his apartment, never being frightened more by combat boots and black lipstick. Wandering hands had their price.

“This is just a misunderstanding!” the man cried, realizing he had nowhere left to go. “I didn’t know she was one of you!”

He panicked as Angelli drew closer, biding her time with every step to leave him in suspense. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and made to throw a punch, but stopped just short of his face, the glint of her brass knuckles reflected in his horrified eyes.

“I’m only gonna tell you once,” Angelli warned. “You ever hurt my girls, I hurt your boys. Now get out of here—and change your damn pants.”

“What about my door?”

“Fuck your door.”

She dropped the man and let him scramble off, choosing not to test his luck further. Angelli let out a sigh and took out her phone, staring at the crack on her screen. She’d get a new model soon. Eventually. Angelli dialed a number and waited for the tone.

“Hey Nails, what’s up?” a feminine voice answered.

“Tell the newbie that guy isn’t going to bother her anymore.”

“Ooh, details. How many ribs did you break?”

“None, let him off with a warning.”

“Booooooring. You’re gonna make the rest of us look bad, Nails. Y’know, ever since you started living with that roomie, you’ve been getting pretty soft. You forget why you joined the Valks?”

“Eh, shut up, Lash. Don’t make this a thing. The guy didn’t do anything too serious, so it didn’t need to get bloody. Also, leave my roommate out of this, this has nothing to do with—speak of the devil. We’ll talk later.”

She swiped to read the text Catherine had just sent her about a special sale on microwaves at the SuperLife—one hundred percent off. Angelli mounted her motorcycle and sped off, weaving through the standstill traffic. Many people sat in place, windows rolled down to take in the noise of the city. One unfortunate soul had his coffee splash onto his face as Angelli swooped by. She ignored being called a bitch as she reached the supercenter. Angelli circled to the back and stored the lone microwave Cat had left into her bike’s saddlebag and made back to the parking lot. Now was good a time as any to grab a snack.

“Heya, Bestie.” Angelli waved to Cat as she passed by to the chip aisle. Her eyes scanned across the selection until she found the salt and vinegar flavor. She snatched it, though the cool ranch bag made her hesitate for a second. Cat’s shift usually ended around this time, so she wouldn’t wait long until they’d meet outside. Angelli walked out of the store without paying for the chips as if she already owned them.

Considering nobody stopped her, she did.

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_@Sniblet

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In the dead of the starless night, Herse would find its peace at last. Even monsters needed their sleep. Most of them, anyway. The stars may not have been in the sky, but they were closer than anyone would think. A man roamed aimlessly through the vacant streets, with unfettering silence allowing him to collect his thoughts. Crowds weren’t his environment of choice—never were. Despite all the people going about their days in the city, he never had a soul to talk to. He was used to it.

Yesterday had been full of nothing. Today was the same. The loneliness was its own hell, and above that was the boredom. The stark, unending boredom. The man had walked all across Taygete and back by foot, and lost count of how many times over he reached end-to-end of the city’s limits. He stared up at the ruined clock towering above. It was the embodiment of the district itself, stuck in time and missing pieces that kept it turning.

A more interesting sight quickly caught his fancy. The side of an old metalworks storage warehouse defaced by graffiti. A woman was in the process of spraying the shape of another woman onto the wall with frantic words scrawling about. Was this a cry for help, or the rambling statement of a lunatic fringe? Nonetheless, the work was impressive for something that didn’t make use of stencils. Like a deer darting up from the sound of a snapped branch, the woman startled and took off.

What was she running from? Him? It couldn’t be—nobody ever saw him. Indulging in his intrigue, he took chase. It wasn’t too hard to keep up with the woman, as the darkness of night was of no hindrance to his eyes. She turned a corner and entered a shop, and a faint exchange of words could be heard within. Shortly after, the woman returned outside from the back entrance. Looks like they were expecting something. The man stepped into the store, and by which he did not use the door. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to.

He phased into the building, its walls offering his body no resistance. An old man armed with a shotgun stood in wait by the back, watching the woman outside. Curious. The intruder proceeded to step forward without fear, waving his hand at the old man. No response. He didn’t know what he was expecting, nobody ever saw him after all. The woman seemed to be an exception—one in a billion. The man made no effort in hiding his presence, approaching her in full view of the street lights.

He made loud footsteps to see if she could hear him. She could. He walked to the front of her to see if she could see him. She most definitely could, and what a sight she would see. The man’s form was devoid of flesh, appearing as a humanoid-shaped silhouette cut out of a nebula and given life. His face was completely featureless, save for two glowing violet eyes. His body was a gaseous shadow, filled with a tiny sea of stars. If he had lips, they would be smiling. When he confirmed the woman could see him, he spoke.

“Nice to meet you, miss. How are we this fine evening?”

The Taygete Project

Sure, you could DM it to me and I can look it over.

The Taygete Project

@LegacyAbraham

You can go ahead and do it right away. If you need referential information for specific locations/world details, let me know. If you'd rather I write a starter for your character to jump into, we can discuss that as well!

The Taygete Project

@LegacyAbraham
I don’t see any changes that need to be made, go ahead and add it.

I’ll leave the application status open in case another person wants to join, in the meantime you guys can work on your opening posts. Let me know if you guys need help or information on anything specific to the city, or if you need me to make a starter for you.

The Taygete Project

@Sniblet
Everything looks good here, feel free to bring it over to the Characters tab.

Nowhere Train (Interest Check)

As promised, here's my submission.

Sunflower

"Criticize ideas, not people."

【 Sunflower 】

name → Celia Callum
nicknames → Cece/Goldie
age → 24
birthdate → April 22
gender → Female
height/weight → 5'8", 122 lbs.
sexual orientation → Hetero
occupation → Photographer

. Sincere . Furtive . Insightful .
. Reserved . Intuitive . Indecisive .

Celia lived a mostly quiet life, growing up in a cottage near a lighthouse which her parents tended. The friends she made were never lifelong, with her shy and withdrawn nature proving ever the obstacle in maintaining connections. While other children played and socialized, Celia took to whatever hobbies that caught her interest. Theater would have been productive were it not for the stage fright. Choir for the same reason. Pottery and sewing were manageable for a while, but never grasped Celia's interest for long.

She graduated college later on as an English major, with the intent of becoming a teacher after earning her certification. Her true inspiration came one day when she witnessed the sight of doves flying towards the horizon against the sun-streaked clouds; a moment she wished she had a camera for, and one she would be sure to be prepared for again. Celia took to the art of photography, spending her days finding candid moments to capture and building her portfolio. Her work caught the attention of many clients who booked her for weddings, calendars, and the like. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Celia had found a craft that stuck.

As a further sign that her world was going to be shaken up as she knew it, an old friend had reached out to Celia, inviting her to the town of Avalon. Leaving her better judgment behind, she allowed her whim to take up the offer while she still had her momentum.

LIST OF SKILLS​

+ Good with animals.
+ Has uncanny luck with games of chance, though she tends to avoid gambling.
+ Sharp eyesight, can spot minute details and read lips.

TRIVIA → Once waited three hours in line for an autograph from one of her favorite actors. Proceeded to step out of line and go home before her turn because she got nervous.

+ Poetry + Nature + Italian food +
- Owing favors - Dishonesty - Being wasteful -

"Let's not fret over the end while the journey still presses on."​

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The Taygete Project

@Sniblet
You're off to a good start with a character that fits the setting, however there are some things I'm going to need clarification on before I give your CS my approval. You don't have to play an "extremist," just someone who has grown weary of the status quo, and how they go about that is up to the player. This is not intended to be a true "slice-of-life" or an entirely gritty story, though it can reach both ends of the spectrum. If anything, I'm going for "provocative" in a loose sense of the word. Now would also be a good time for me to set more defined boundaries in terms of what I'm looking for. Everyone else should consider the following as general ground rules to consider when making their sheets. Here's my breakdown:

She gets along well with the gangs of Herse, occasionally acting with them for self-sustenance, and has a following of her own. “Sprawl Shadow,” a hybrid political activist group, urban terrorist organization, and apocalypse cult, is based somewhere deep in the web, somewhat tolerated in Shoegazer forums, and dogwhistled about on Pasithee. She doesn’t run things – she’s not an organizer, and barely a leader. But when she speaks, the oldest members listen to her.

Law enforcement knows her by her screen name only. Dies Lovis finds her equally intriguing, and is equally shut out.

Having a small start-up following is fine, but characters should not start the story with significant notoriety. The idea is that each character starts off at the lowest rung of their intended affiliations and gradually gain influence through their actions established in the story and their presence in the city both online and off (they don't have to actively use Parsithee, their presence online can still build up via rumor and word of mouth.) Having an "in" with other existing factions outside of your own immediate circle is where I'll have to cut you off. There are implications to affiliating with other gangs, especially since they are always at war with each other. Allying with or doing favors for one gang will make you an enemy of another, and this will cause conflicts of interest for your character if they do not make their allegiances clear or associate with more factions than they can keep track of. Having a bad attitude is a given for an aspiring anarchist in Herse, but trying to brute force your way into power is a quick way of having your story cut short. There are advantages in subtlety, too.

My dreams are real.
Cherry straddles some unseen line between this world and another. She sees visions. She hears voices. One day, they stopped lying to her.
The connection stretches both ways. The best way to put is that her own spirit can act as a sort of poltergeist. When she is agitated – which is often – lights may flicker, objects may topple, and others may see glimpses of what she sees.
Her control over this is questionable, indirect, and uncertain. When she’s angry at the world, it may be altered, and sometimes that can get in her way. When she’s angry at you, you are in danger – sometimes more than she wants.
This influence stretches as far as she can physically see and hear. A telescope extends her range. A television does not.

This is what's keeping me from green-lighting this CS most right now. What is this power supposed to be if it were to be classified in a single word? It's too vague in interpretation that it appears to range from telekinesis to full on powers of creation (the latter of which I am not going to allow.) Note that an X-Factor is a talent or ability that allows a character to hold their own in terms of establishing their relevance, and not to serve as a substitute for their entire identity. As I've said in the Interest Check, the supernatural exists, but it isn't the primary focus of the story. The stronger or more overtuned an X-Factor is, the more likely I'm going to insist on restrictions/drawbacks or outright veto it. Also keep in mind that in the same sense of associating with other factions, having inhuman ability on full display will paint a target on your back. I'm not saying this as a deterrent from having a power, but it is something to be aware of in terms of story direction. There will be people who will want to exploit your character's power for their own gain. There will be people who will try to make your character a statistic if they are deemed a threat. The fact that player characters can have powers implies that there are other people in the city that can have them too, and you will get their attention.

That's all I really wanted to go over. If you want to revise and resubmit your CS with what I've said in mind, I'll take a look at it again. If you want to discuss with me things you want to have established for your character or have questions, feel free to ask. Thanks for your interest. (The image links in "visions" show up as a 403 Error for me, by the way. Just wanted to let you know.)