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The Helium Frightful

Stone

WRITE YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE CALLED.

I can do that? Choose a name? One that you'll address me with, something of my choosing? Well, this is good. Wait a bit... Stone. You can call me Stone.

HOW OLD ARE YOU? A LIFE STAGE IS FINE IF YOU DON'T KNOW.

That can mean a lot of things. Let's start with my appearance. Based on my height, build, and face ((if I ever take off my hood and mask)) I look somewhere around 19? Yeah, 19. Moving on, my ((mostly)) biological age is around mid-twenties, a good age to have a child ((which she did)). Chronological-wise, the time I've been in this world, that's what I'm unsure about because I'd been hibernating for quite some time and I think there were other times that makes me think I'm a grandma. Or maybe that's just the side-effect on being unconscious for so long, you get confused a lot of times.

HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE YOU IF I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?

I always wear my oversized jacket and my hoodie is almost always never pulled down. Makes me feel nice and comfy ((even if she doesn't really need them)). Most people wear masks and helmets as I observed but I only partake in using a simple mask that cover the lower half of my face; my eyes are for all to see, provided my hoodie isn't covering them. Eye color is reddish-orange, kinda like rust, but a vibrant version of it? And of course, this hulking thing you kept stealing glances at a while ago. Didn't think I'd notice you huh? I always take this slab of metal with me. Looks a lot like a concrete pillar, right? It's not and it can turn into much bigger or smaller than that too!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW?

Traveling, mostly. I actually have some things, important ones, that I don't quite remember. I know they're in there somewhere, I ((someone else)) made sure of that but I can't seem to dig them up. Plus, this thing's purpose. I have a routine, you see ((no, she won't tell you)) and I thought it would make me remember, but nothing happens. Other than that, I'd like to explore this place. I know this is a different time from when I was last awake and some foods are new to me. I love to eat. Yes, that's it: traveling, eating, and remembering - that's all I'm doing.

WHY?

It's what I can do for now. I don't know how to fight ((she tried to, once, got beaten up bad)) and it's horrible. So much for a career out of that. I tried to be a food critic, you know, traveling around and judging food but I eat too much that most food places ban me. Sure, I can pay but having only one customer eat your food is terrible ((she means the other customers ganged up on the cooks and owners because she inhales every food they cook, no one else got to eat)). Hmm... memories are important, yes? So why'd you have to ask why I want to remember? Sure, some lost memories are best left gone but not me, I need to remember everything.

WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING?

Use this thing behind me to what it's supposed to do and actually understanding what it does. No confused mind and a clear, level headed... head? And food, I love to eat, so I'd also be rather eating. Maybe for free. Also, maybe endlessly. I can eat a lot trust me ((both in quantity and variety, you don't want to know what she's capable of eating, not yet)).

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF? IT CAN BE SOMETHING STUPID, THAT'S OKAY.

Not getting sick. I'd eaten some things that make me question the people who cook them and their intent with how bad they were but once I thought I was going to die of food poisoning, nothing happened. I think I'd once eaten some food from a dead person once ((she stole it from someone dying from something)) and I didn't get what he had, his food was also dead - tastes bad. Entered a community where everyone was unnaturally sick all the time, stayed there for months, still fine and dandy. The thing is though, I think some people got better after I... um, no I'm not telling you that.

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU SUCK AT, THAT IMPACTS YOUR DAILY LIFE?

I can't control my appetite, you already know that. Oh, and I don't know how to fight. Fighting looks fun ((even if she already said it's horrible)) and I'd love to be the fighting type. I think it's actually necessary of a skill nowadays. 'Cause if you don't know how to, someone can seriously take advantage of you. ((She's also not good at being consistent, she goes off on tangents a lot of the time and doesn't notice it.)).

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LOVE THAT PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY JUDGE YOU FOR?

Eating. Why do you ask so much about it? You're judging me now, aren't you?

WHY DO YOU FEEL LONELY?

I don't. ((She does, she fills her loneliness as she fills her stomach. And she can hold a lot in that stomach.)) Okay! I feel sad because I don't remember a lot of things! Happy?

DESCRIBE YOUR PARENTS, CARETAKERS, OR WHATEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING YOU.

I have bits and pieces but I think it was my... husband? Or wife? I'm not sure, there's two of them and they're always smiling and laughing with me in those bits I remember. They eat significantly less than I do, but I can just feel they care about me. They look like smart people too. That's all I really remember. I hope I remember more.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?

What I know of them isn't much but I miss them. Miss the things we did before. I'm alone with this pillar now and they aren't here. Maybe I felt something else for them before, something more ((or less)) but I blame my lost memories.

WHERE DO YOU FIND LOVE AND COMFORT NOW? HINT: THE ANSWER IS NEVER NOWHERE.

The answer is through memories and food. That is all.

WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE?

Am I? I think everybody is different from each other. That's all there is to it, I think. But physical wise, I think I'm the only one with these marks. See those rusty tattoo-like things circling my forearm, then my neck? There are more of them and the ones on my forearm glow when I 'carry' that thing around. I'm tired of calling it thing, or pillar, or whatever. Let's name it, let's call it Cradle. It feels poetic. Anyway, that thing also glows the same color when it levitates to my command. My knees down to my feet are also fake; I can move them but they're purely made of some lightweight metal, removable too. I don't really need them but levitating makes me tired. Oh, damn. I forgot to tell you I can float! The tattoos on my lower thighs glow too as I float!

WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING?

To remember my life, everything from the fragmented past that I have. It'll come to me, so I try not to force myself to remember, but there are times that I just want to remember. Other than that, I don't know what I want the most. Maybe, if my elusive memories go back, I'll remember what I wanted the most.

DO YOU TRUST ME?

I trust you but I won't be surprised if things go to shit. Stuff happens, so the value of how much I trust or not trust you doesn't matter either. But you probably wont' do anything to make me not trust you right? It's kinda' annoying if you're traveling and doing jobs with someone you don't trust.

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OOC: Give a non-spoilery synopsis of a short adventure plot that would be personally meaningful to your character.

Stone carries an enormous construct made of metal with her. She often sleeps inside it and it only works when she wants it to. There's a nagging inside her head that what she's lugging around has a purpose and that purpose was important for her, for the people who were once with her. So, her quest is to remember. There's a logo plastered on the Cradle and she sees it every time; people call it Labyrinth Corp. The name feels familiar, like an echo inside her head telling her it's not right. The name feels involved in her past, but that it's not really that important. So, instead of looking for people working for that corporation, she's traveling the world always waiting for her memories to come to her - waiting for triggers to coax them back out. The glowing tattoos, her never-sick body, and the Cradle. They are all intertwined and only through time will all be given light.

The Helium Frightful

She'd probably do it in the few few weeks/months and that thing is big so I can just see how it'll go down. It can shrink to a fun sized hunk of tech but then, she likes carrying something that big. Makes her seem badass. And yes, the kitchens must be guarded! The crew might end up starving if no keeps a look out.

Okay, putting her in there! Thanks.

The Helium Frightful

This one's done @Mokley. Tell me anything that needs to be adjusted, if she's fine as is, coolio! Took me five hours and the survivability/helplessness isn't focused on this but yeah, she's still those things. Phew

Stone

WRITE YOUR NAME AND WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO BE CALLED.

I can do that? Choose a name? One that you'll address me with, something of my choosing? Well, this is good. Wait a bit... Stone. You can call me Stone.

HOW OLD ARE YOU? A LIFE STAGE IS FINE IF YOU DON'T KNOW.

That can mean a lot of things. Let's start with my appearance. Based on my height, build, and face ((if I ever take off my hood and mask)) I look somewhere around 19? Yeah, 19. Moving on, my ((mostly)) biological age is around mid-twenties, a good age to have a child ((which she did)). Chronological-wise, the time I've been in this world, that's what I'm unsure about because I'd been hibernating for quite some time and I think there were other times that makes me think I'm a grandma. Or maybe that's just the side-effect on being unconscious for so long, you get confused a lot of times.

HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE YOU IF I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?

I always wear my oversized jacket and my hoodie is almost always never pulled down. Makes me feel nice and comfy ((even if she doesn't really need them)). Most people wear masks and helmets as I observed but I only partake in using a simple mask that cover the lower half of my face; my eyes are for all to see, provided my hoodie isn't covering them. Eye color is reddish-orange, kinda like rust, but a vibrant version of it? And of course, this hulking thing you kept stealing glances at a while ago. Didn't think I'd notice you huh? I always take this slab of metal with me. Looks a lot like a concrete pillar, right? It's not and it can turn into much bigger or smaller than that too!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW?

Traveling, mostly. I actually have some things, important ones, that I don't quite remember. I know they're in there somewhere, I ((someone else)) made sure of that but I can't seem to dig them up. Plus, this thing's purpose. I have a routine, you see ((no, she won't tell you)) and I thought it would make me remember, but nothing happens. Other than that, I'd like to explore this place. I know this is a different time from when I was last awake and some foods are new to me. I love to eat. Yes, that's it: traveling, eating, and remembering - that's all I'm doing.

WHY?

It's what I can do for now. I don't know how to fight ((she tried to, once, got beaten up bad)) and it's horrible. So much for a career out of that. I tried to be a food critic, you know, traveling around and judging food but I eat too much that most food places ban me. Sure, I can pay but having only one customer eat your food is terrible ((she means the other customers ganged up on the cooks and owners because she inhales every food they cook, no one else got to eat)). Hmm... memories are important, yes? So why'd you have to ask why I want to remember? Sure, some lost memories are best left gone but not me, I need to remember everything.

WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING?

Use this thing behind me to what it's supposed to do and actually understanding what it does. No confused mind and a clear, level headed... head? And food, I love to eat, so I'd also be rather eating. Maybe for free. Also, maybe endlessly. I can eat a lot trust me ((both in quantity and variety, you don't want to know what she's capable of eating, not yet)).

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU'RE GOOD AT, THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF? IT CAN BE SOMETHING STUPID, THAT'S OKAY.

Not getting sick. I'd eaten some things that make me question the people who cook them and their intent with how bad they were but once I thought I was going to die of food poisoning, nothing happened. I think I'd once eaten some food from a dead person once ((she stole it from someone dying from something)) and I didn't get what he had, his food was also dead - tastes bad. Entered a community where everyone was unnaturally sick all the time, stayed there for months, still fine and dandy. The thing is though, I think some people got better after I... um, no I'm not telling you that.

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU SUCK AT, THAT IMPACTS YOUR DAILY LIFE?

I can't control my appetite, you already know that. Oh, and I don't know how to fight. Fighting looks fun ((even if she already said it's horrible)) and I'd love to be the fighting type. I think it's actually necessary of a skill nowadays. 'Cause if you don't know how to, someone can seriously take advantage of you. ((She's also not good at being consistent, she goes off on tangents a lot of the time and doesn't notice it.)).

WHAT'S SOMETHING YOU LOVE THAT PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY JUDGE YOU FOR?

Eating. Why do you ask so much about it? You're judging me now, aren't you?

WHY DO YOU FEEL LONELY?

I don't. ((She does, she fills her loneliness as she fills her stomach. And she can hold a lot in that stomach.)) Okay! I feel sad because I don't remember a lot of things! Happy?

DESCRIBE YOUR PARENTS, CARETAKERS, OR WHATEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING YOU.

I have bits and pieces but I think it was my... husband? Or wife? I'm not sure, there's two of them and they're always smiling and laughing with me in those bits I remember. They eat significantly less than I do, but I can just feel they care about me. They look like smart people too. That's all I really remember. I hope I remember more.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM?

What I know of them isn't much but I miss them. Miss the things we did before. I'm alone with this pillar now and they aren't here. Maybe I felt something else for them before, something more ((or less)) but I blame my lost memories.

WHERE DO YOU FIND LOVE AND COMFORT NOW? HINT: THE ANSWER IS NEVER NOWHERE.

The answer is through memories and food. That is all.

WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT FROM EVERYBODY ELSE?

Am I? I think everybody is different from each other. That's all there is to it, I think. But physical wise, I think I'm the only one with these marks. See those rusty tattoo-like things circling my forearm, then my neck? There are more of them and the ones on my forearm glow when I 'carry' that thing around. I'm tired of calling it thing, or pillar, or whatever. Let's name it, let's call it Cradle. It feels poetic. Anyway, that thing also glows the same color when it levitates to my command. My knees down to my feet are also fake; I can move them but they're purely made of some lightweight metal, removable too. I don't really need them but levitating makes me tired. Oh, damn. I forgot to tell you I can float! The tattoos on my lower thighs glow too as I float!

WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING?

To remember my life, everything from the fragmented past that I have. It'll come to me, so I try not to force myself to remember, but there are times that I just want to remember. Other than that, I don't know what I want the most. Maybe, if my elusive memories go back, I'll remember what I wanted the most.

DO YOU TRUST ME?

I trust you but I won't be surprised if things go to shit. Stuff happens, so the value of how much I trust or not trust you doesn't matter either. But you probably wont' do anything to make me not trust you right? It's kinda' annoying if you're traveling and doing jobs with someone you don't trust.

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OOC: Give a non-spoilery synopsis of a short adventure plot that would be personally meaningful to your character.

Stone carries an enormous construct made of metal with her. She often sleeps inside it and it only works when she wants it to. There's a nagging inside her head that what she's lugging around has a purpose and that purpose was important for her, for the people who were once with her. So, her quest is to remember. There's a logo plastered on the Cradle and she sees it every time; people call it Labyrinth Corp. The name feels familiar, like an echo inside her head telling her it's not right. The name feels involved in her past, but that it's not really that important. So, instead of looking for people working for that corporation, she's traveling the world always waiting for her memories to come to her - waiting for triggers to coax them back out. The glowing tattoos, her never-sick body, and the Cradle. They are all intertwined and only through time will all be given light.

The Helium Frightful

@vide Hey hi hullo welcome! :D Helpless characters are 100% fantastic! There are definitely a million ways to approach any situation, and physical combat is just one very tiny one. ;D

@Mokley

Yay! Plus I meant what I said when he/she is A++ in survivability. I'll be putting it in mind as I make the CS. Gonna have it in a few hours and let me just say, I defo have issues when I first make any kind of CS and I expect there'll be changes and adjustments to it.

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_{on a random note, was choosing between this and mote, decided i'd try to join this one instead}

The Helium Frightful

@Mokley Heyyo, been lurking for a while and checked this one out several times. Was just gonna observe but then, I got an idea for a character. Would a mid-late teen one be fine? Can be seen as a helpless/careless character but survivability A++. Kinda read something RPers don't like helpless charas, but are you fine with having one in this RP?

Aieth - The World Between

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Location: Queen of Hearts Bar

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Mikael debated inside his mind whether to call down a waitress or not. He didn't want a drink but then, that's how bars worked, did it? You enter, order a drink, drink said order, get drunk, go home. That's what it was from what he'd read. The Congregate were adamant on having him read several essential material for the 'known world. He didn't understand why he needed to learn those through reading.

He didn't even know he could read until he did read. Memories were tricky, and his were the worst of all. He felt uncomfortable drawing attention to himself and he smirked. Why did I feel that? and then he hummed. It must be remnants of that idiot robber's emotions.

Uncharacteristically worked up by the fleeting emotions, Mika gravitated to the bar unconsciously. It wouldn't really be much of a difference whether he was worked up by emotions or not. He'd be pretty much uncaring to what was doing anyway. As he proceeded to savor the robber's gradually dissipating emotion, he didn't notice he'd collided with something. Mikael stopped and took a look and he came to see a man wearing a worn out ensemble of clothes, and what he could only judge as rags.

Being ignorant of the proper etiquette in erring against a person, Mikael only tilted his head at the person he rudely bumped into and stared with blank eyes. Curious, he leaned forward and took a careful look at what the man was holding to himself. "What is that? Is that a drink from this bar? Does it taste good?"

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Garret - @Lord of Evil

Devour - Claymore/Tokyo Ghoul inspired

It's been on my mind a lot and I need to write this down and have others take a look at it.
The RP is not going to be posted soon but I'll post this in case some might get interested.

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Devour

^{inspired by Claymore, Tokyo Ghoul}

Set in a secondary world setting with youmas and ghouls running rampant. This mainly focuses on people who work on exterminating them and people who are one of them; they can belong to both. They're based off of the manga versions. I'd like for this one to be mainly about exploring the setting and discovering the world as it goes. Role-players who join have as much as power anyone else in the development of the world's lore and giving out ideas to flesh the world out is highly encouraged.

It'll be a collaborative effort, with me only keeping track of things and compiling them. Maybe, a Co-GM or two for more organized work. Cameos will (hopefully) be frequent and input from invited role-players will be taken into account - where they mainly play an antagonistic role, either long-term or just for the certain scene/arc.

Human characters will probably be considered secondary, or background characters. Only a few will be considered main characters directly linked to the non-human/part-human ones. Hopefully, this will discuss matters about existence and humanity. But it can be less about that and be more about living on a harsh world and surviving through it. Lots of tragedies and fights will occur and permanent death is possible.

There's no set plot, only that it will follow some ideas presented by Claymore and Tokyo Ghoul in the sense that there are ranking and classifications that greatly affect how a character is viewed and how they act within the world. Also the idea that whats known isn't it always is and there's something deeper about it. Not only deeper, but more sinister, unforgivable. Factions might be an interesting set-up, but it'll happen if this one gets enough interest and dedication.

While this may be based off of the respective mangas, this will be an original world, taking inspirations from the above mentioned.

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_{Completely incomplete, but that's what it is. How about that? Care to create and live in that world?
PS. I'm going to have to catch up/re-read them too. So not going to happen soon. :)}

Aieth - The World Between

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Location: Queen of Hearts Bar

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Mika sat in the corner of the most popular bar he heard of and he saw many people filtering in and out, losing themselves in liquor of having the time of their lives. Most were rowdy but there were a few who had fun with themselves and not bothering others. Well, they bothered the staff. But it was the staff's job to serve their customers. He wondered if any of them hated their job and would poison those annoying type of patrons given the opportunity to quench their hatred. Maybe I can make some of those things come true?

He shrugged and tried to people-watch. He didn't believe anyone was boring and anyone who did was a fool for even entertaining the idea. Everyone had something of interest, something hidden, something extreme, something they would rather be rid of. More often than not, these things are what Mikael sought; the very same things that made individuals interesting, the same things that haunted them day by day - the very things Mika desired for.

He'd hoped to make a reputation for himself, something the greatly benefited him and drew people in. He sported a placid expression and he'd look like one of those common jaded adult humans if not for the horns he possessed. It didn't help his situation that his usually blank face was paired with two horns that began from the sides of his head right above his ears and up to end in dull peaks.

So far, none approached him, not even the humanoid staff. Considering what he wore - all black except for his beige scarf - he wouldn't be easily noticed. Maybe he should try new colors? Not really.

His eyes wandered and sought people that might feed him, give him euphoria. That was when a faint whisper trickled in the back of his mind, like a gentle gust air, caressing his cheeks. His heart pounded, fueling his post-euphoric body and mind. He'd fed on meager thrills earlier. A robber's memory of her first crime and it sated him for only a few minutes. It was enough to calm him down, however, and scrub off his mostly unnerving visage. Maybe I should order something.