Rockette

➤ c o l l i d e. // ashes & dust.

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ɢ. ᴀ. ʙ. ʀ. ɪ. ᴇ. ʟ. ʟ. ᴇ . . ᴋ. ɪ. ɴ. ɢ. s. ᴡ. ᴏ. ʀ. ᴛ. ʜ

^{The Manifest. ◆ Aspiring Photographer. ◆ Daughter of the Bad Land Elects.
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"our fate engraved. scar enslaved. as we mutually destruct."}

. . .ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ

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Betwixt sallow flesh and frailty, Gabrielle has eternally been a slight figure, courtesy of a commingled legacy and heritage of immigrated family. A small one, at that, but influential enough that conceived a stature of delicacy, bones that nearly impale through slight translucency of skin that glimmers 'neath rain and smog. Wreathed in artificial reds, her hair haphazardly shorn to her thin shoulders with a fringe that feathers into delicate, eerily glimmering gazes of blue; ethereal in the grace of her stare nearly that outshines the manners of her slight features. Gabrielle, oft viewing the world through a set of lenses, is a concept of being pure, untouched, the Bad Lands has infected her being and soul, but her outward projection is adorned in a frail, fracturing innocence, the sort that begets that need of protection and wonderment to a the sheltered shell of a youth.

. . .ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ & ʜ ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ

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Gabby, as she has been affectionately adorned and dubbed, is a multi-faceted creature, with lingering simpers and gazes, the sort of grins and smiles that expose teeth and puncture dimples into her cheeks with her fingers curled beneath her chin; perched and thoroughly engrossed to whichever she has offered her graces to. Beneath the shimmering barrier of her initial impression, is a linger sadness, the depressing touches and black and grey that threatens to encroach the depths of her soul and heart, a form of abandonment of time and those that are destined to protect her. Gabby attempts to find the brightest catches of light in circumstances, struggling to maintain fortune and grace in comparison to the darkest wiles and manipulations of life. However, she knows, too well, that life is seldom kind to those within the Bad Lands, and every day that she lives within those shallow spires and ebon fusions of darkness, she is burdened by the threat and encroaching woe that has wreathed and been fated to them all.

She wasn't always so conflicted, though orphaned - as most are - she was adopted quickly before The Church, infamous and warped in taint, was able to reap her soul and body. They were struggling individuals, the Kingsworth family was eternally struggling to procure a child, but the festering disease within the lands afflicted the mother to be without, so they plucked the youngest and most cherub babe from the Church and swept her off up North, were the better-off linger and live, only accessible by train. Her name was derived from a holy book, to herald their sudden daughter to the light and wreath her as a given gift of fortune to their plight. They were unaware of her origins, only that it made them appear blessed, kind, and the sort that everyone could admire and strive to maintain as their betters.

Her parents were Elects, the sort that had primary control and sway to the Govern of the current realm, able to choose and select those destined to rule over a forlorn city. It was a derived council of sorts, their own selves capable of being chosen, and with such potential and prospect, Gabby was required to maintain an image, and her origins carefully concealed but only revealed just enough to continue the favour she gifted them. A tool, a means, such was her destined quality.

However, the temptations of an underworld could never be assuaged from her heart, and gifted with a lens, the camera in her possession a gift, she oft toed through the night and stayed within the districts for nights at a time. Until finally Gabby took a shard of glass, lopped her locks short and dunked her head beneath bottle-red and coloured her previous blonde hair to red, a bold defiance and means of separation, giving rise to her current debut. While she's been returned to the Bad Lands, there's a lingering manifestation of something within her blood, her eyes eternally aglow, her entire slowly shifting, changing, into something more. Something frightening and old, that once was considered lost and forgotten.

And she's terrified. So very afraid of what may come.
For she is The Manifest.

. . .ᴋ ᴇ ʏ ꜰ ɪ ɢ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ s

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◆ Elizabeth Kingsworth.

The adoptive mother of Gabby; she's one of many up for vote for the next seat of councils. She leads various campaigns in name of her family and promotes the rebuilding of the bridge.

◆ Sammuel Kingsworth.

The adoptive father of Gabby, currently selected to seat on the council to promote his potential to be elected to the head, with assistance from his wife. However, he doesn't support her wishes to rebuild the bridge.

◆ Alexia Fitch.

Gabby's current roommate and a mother like figure in replacement to her adoptive parents. They've currently presumed a new flat, with Alexia having finally become clean - a bit - and developing a niche for numerous odd jobs to support them. Currently dating Cadian, though their relationship is a bit strained.

◆ Danny Stonem.

Known through minor affiliations and rumours, most of them being stories told by Alexia, he currently lives within her old flat and threatens various and multiple individuals that know both Gabby and Alexia. He's falling further and further into despair.

◆ Baby Jinx.

Being close within age, and having known each other for quite sometime, Jinx has always harboured a deeply seeded sense of jealousy towards Gabby because she is beloved and wanted. In her cruel methods, she has even attempted to steal Evan away from her.

◆ Evan Borges.

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➤ c o l l i d e. // ashes & dust.

I'll have Gabby's sheet up tonight when I get off work. It takes me a bit of time to code everything and to get my notes organized properly.
It's simplistic though, so it won't take me long when I get everything down.

➤ c o l l i d e. // ashes & dust.

➤ c o l l i d e. // ashes & dust.

^{ring a ring o' roses. a pocket full of posies. ashes, ashes. we all fall down.}

The govern is a dying, withering rule, individuals are sired on the solitary election of peers, the world around crumbling, dying, falling beneath the wiles and radars of the outer realm. Within, they all exist and pillage, living within a constant fear, the sort of inbourne terror and trembling anxiety that cords and laces young hearts in twines of malice and infant hatred of an unknown reaping. The Bad Lands, as they are eternally named, never a more befitting moniker for spires of pain and torture, and secrets of the misunderstood and those of the blessed means and fortunes. Young hearts live long now that the Way of the Hopeless has fallen completely, shattered away into the river below. Upon the crest of it's descent, there has been a long fallen infliction of power that has been christened anew, bringing with it old, dusted stories and tales of a past that saw to the subjugation of mortals. With their only way now out forsaken, the misunderstood and forsaken have come forth once again, to find ways of light and fortune, but being so young, so inflicted, and so distraught with the manifest of powers and wonder, it's a terrible wonder to how long they shall last.

And what means they can achieve to just simply live.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Raijinslayer - Excellent, thank you for getting back to me so promptly, I do appreciate it. Looking forward to your post.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Raijinslayer - Been a bit quiet since your last post, everything well on your end?

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As it stands, right now, we've lost two players and they'll be removed from the current roster.
We won't necessarily be looking to replace them, as we've only begun and I won't have the narrative suffer. Possible recruitment will be induced after we complete our first arc.
Still have a couple days until we move from the broken Shyp, but if you guys require more time I can shift this current period for a later date. Just let me know. ♥

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

* bang on wood.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Damiann47 - Then perhaps we can come to a form of remedy. I hope you get well soon, there has been a twenty-four hours bug cycling through here as well. I'll be sending you a PM, we can better figure something out that way, you have untapped potential within Arin, and I'd hate to lose another player so soon.

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Damiann47 - Been a while since we've heard from you; any update you can provide for us? I know we talked about a brief lull in inspiration and some such, but that was a few days ago. With one player having dropped already, we're just combing through to see who hasn't posted recently within the weekly regiment we've set. Hope to hear from you soon!

@Ambiguity - Haven't seen much activity from you in a much longer period, is there an update you can provide for us? Hope to hear from you soon as well!

If there are no responses within a timely twenty-four period *, the aforementioned character-players will be dropped.
Can't afford any lulls in the narrative when we've only just started.

Much thanks. ♥

edit.
By a twenty-four-hour-response, I mean a simple explanation in regards to waning activity. *

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