[OOC] Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS (Page 3)

Misc facts will always be the bane of me. I'll add more to the sheet (and Rauni's) as I think of them, but I just wanted to get this up last minute before the deadline. 



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"The heart of man is very much like the sea. It has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls, too."
—— Vincent van Gogh					


Name:
Shiori Mizutani

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Ethnicity:
Japanese

Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:
15+1 (15 CJ, 1 NR)

Place of Birth:
San Francisco, California

Key Relationships:
TBD

"Close your eyes and rise as oceans
Breathin' floatin' across the waves
Underneath you all sorts of emotions
As this blue horizon calls
And no God or man can control where you roam
As current serves my motor
I'm pushin' on"
 — As Oceans - Wolfgang

AppearanceHeight: 5'1''.
Hair: Auburn brown, typically kept short and sometimes braided or tied in a ponytail
Eyes: Dark brown, similar in color to her hair
Body Type: Extremely fit with muscular strength betrayed by her appearance; could probably out bench press most of the guys
Clothing Style: Tends to wear "professionally casual"; t-shirts, sneakers or even overalls are as common as "old money"-esque sweaters and skirts. It just depends on the day or the occasion
Body Markings: SPQR tattoo with 15 lines of service and a jellyfish symbol

Personality:
Beware the calm before the storm.

Shiori is the testament of an old soldier despite her age. She is weary from years of battle, and the cracks show as she tries to adapt to a life she once dreamed of as a child. Her tone is solemn, yet commanding with presence and authority. She stands tall, but the old wounds still remain. Home is both where the legion is and New Rome. Moving on is necessary for Shiori, but were the legion ever to need her service again, the daughter of the sea would gladly stand ready at their darkest hour.

For now, however, peaceful shallows are abound. No more bloodshed. Just her, the fish, and a nice cup of tea.

History:
Born into a second generation Japanese-American family, Shiori grew up in the city of San Francisco. Her parents had been biologists, studying the local ocean and sea life as part of the Aquarium of the Bay's ongoing research activities. Shiori was enthralled with her parents' work at a young age—when she wasn't surrounded by textbooks and nature documentaries, she was helping her parents out at sea. It was as if she had a connection the sea itself, driven by a quest of knowledge and imagination.

As Shiori neared her teenage years, the most important day in her life came to be. A freak storm had sprawled across the bay while she was out at sea with her parents. Together, they made a desperate attempt to return to port, but their struggle was in vain as the vessel sunk beneath the tidal waves. Her parents did what they could to keep Shiori safe, yet even then their strength faded through the coming night. Shiori, too, stayed as long as she could, before her strength inevitably failed her, and proceed to sink beneath the waves to an untimely, wet and cold death.

Or so it would've been, had Shiori not been the child of Kymopoleia. She had found herself alive, undrowning, at the feet of a towering giant. The goddess had returned to claim what had been hers; her child, whose true heritage had shown through the wake of the very violent storm she had accidentally created.

Of course, Shiori couldn't believe what she had been hearing. It felt like a nightmare; the mysterious creature in her closet blaming her for the death of her parents. Yet everything also felt so real as much as it felt fake. The bright jellyfish tendril hair. The flowing green dress cinched with a belt of abalone shells. She didn't want to believe it, but the reality of the situation began to set in. 

The monster was real, very much real, and she herself had been the one killed her parents.

Faced with this newfound realization, Shiori responded like any youth would: tears and volatile outbursts, intensified with the strength of a raging violent tsunami. Kymopoleia, recognizing her own internal struggles within her child, directed Shiori to the Wolf House, hoping that Lupa could set her on the right path. To be blessed with the ocean's wrath was an inordinate life to live, and she would not abandon her child like her father had done so to her.

Shiori's time with Lupa was short. Her anger was internalized and focused on the wolf's training. She wanted to get her powers under control; that she was something more than a kin slayer. Some might say it worked; others might disagree. Still, her willpower, but also the brute strength and skill she harnessed, impressed the old wolf and those of the Legion, earning Shiori a prime spot within the ranks of the 1st—a rarity for the child of a minor god.

From there on, Shiori lived the life of a soldier. She spent her ten years with the 1st Cohort, putting herself at the forefront countless times. Though it hadn't been long since her family had died, she had found a new one in Kymopoleia and the 1st. Her hatred towards herself passed over the years, having been replaced with a new calling, one dedicated to her fellow legionnaires of the Twelfth Legion. She'd fight for them. Bleed for them. Even die for them.

And so, when her ten years came up, Shiori chose to stay in the legion. The soldier's way was how she chose to live, and it, for all intents and purposes, was home. She was bound to protect the legion; to defend it, so that no one had to suffer like she had. Such dedication to the legion eventually found herself pushed into the upper echelons for a time, later taking on the role of one of the first's centurions when the role had found itself vacant upon the promotion of the former centurion to praetor. Perhaps she might've even been destined to follow in her footsteps, had the role not been taken by another member of the first.

Yet still, all old soldiers must meet one end or another, be it death or retirement. One by one, the years began to pass, melding into each other as each one came to an end. By her fifteenth year, it had caught up to Shiori, having since grown weary of fighting. Shiori had wanted to return to a more peaceful life, one away from the chaos of the battlefield. She had long since gotten her taste of war and its horrors, and no longer wanted part of it.

And so, when her fifteenth year came to an end, Shiori chose to retire. It was time to put the ocean's fury behind her, and allow for calmer waters. No more bloodshed, only the calming tranquil of an aquarium, like it should've been all those years ago.

"I heard, I heard, across a moonlit sea,
The old voice warning me,
"Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea",
"Beware, beware..."
...of me."
 — Daughter of the Sea - Neal Acree


Godly Parent:
Kymopoleia

Relationship to Godly Parent:
Shiori has a complicated relationship with Kymopoleia. She now knows the goddess was her true mother all along, and often seeks out guidance from her godly mother. Still, however, she still remembers the woman who had played the role of her mother for years, and doesn't wish to see her memory pass.

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:
• Hydrokinesis: Shiori has control over water, and can manipulate as she so desires. Being a daughter of Kymopoleia, however, her ability comes off more violent than most. Fury and wrath are melded into the storm, with waves to drown one in.

• Atmokinesis: Coming with the territory of Hydrokinesis, Shiori can call upon the storm. Typhoon and hurricane can and will rain upon her foes, turning the battlefield into a terrible place to be.

• Superhuman Strength & Durability: Like mother, like daughter. Her mother decapitated a giant with a simple toss of a shield, and could take a beating without flinching. It can be presumed that her mother's power lies within Shiori, albeit not at the level of Kymopoleia's.

• Water Immunity: Water does not affect Shiori like others. She can survive temperatures and pressures that others could not, in addition to not being able to drown in water.

Cohort:
1st Cohort

Position in the Legion:
Centurion (Former)

Fatal Flaw:
Loyalty

Weapons:
Anything and everything. Shiori has a repertoire of being skilled with many weapons, especially the legion standard gladius or spatha swords, over her long military career. If no weapons are available, then fuck, she'll brawl with tooth and nail. She'll tussle you into a chokehold if need be. That being said, Shiori is fond of the fuscina, or otherwise known as the sea trident. It comes with the territory of being the daughter of a sea goddess and the granddaughter of Neptune himself.


Misc Information:
• Shiori has a strong knowledge of sea life and aquarium keeping. It's one of her hobbies, and comes with the territory of being a demigod imbued with the powers of the sea.
• In combination with the above statement, she has built a local aquarium, and plans to find larger animals (or even monsters, such as a cetus or hippocampus) to go along with the exhibits. No, you don't get in free just by being a friend of hers. Food isn't cheap.
• That being said, if you're looking for a job, Shiori is always hiring.
• She enjoys nature documentaries and shows, mostly sea life related, but anything works.
• English and Japanese are her mother languages, though she knows Latin as a secondary (being a demigod and all).
• Very task oriented. She likes to run on a schedule, and often wakes early to get things done in the morning.
• Believes pineapple belongs on pizza. It's a topping, get over it.
• Still is fairly active. Plenty of exercise, including strength regimens, which are a holdover from her years of service.
• Not much of a video game player. Her game of choice is more often than a mobile game, or perhaps a chill-relaxing game (Zoo Tycoon, Animal Crossing, etc) if asked.
• See Rauni's sheet for the three answers to the questions.

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"Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed." —Richard Adams



Name:
Leandra Lovelace

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:
10 Years, Still in Service to Camp Jupiter

Place of Birth:
New York, New York

Key Relationships:
Flings:
Friends:
Foes:
Family:



"Maybe my name could also be known
That I helped return good to the people
And restored greatness to Rome" — Brutus


Appearance
Height: 5'8
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Body Type: Naturally curvy, though with the amount of training she does, she's taken on an athletic build.
Clothing Style: Leandra firmly believes that one's appearance is the first weapon deployed on any engagement. She has an outfit for every occasion, always chic, often expensive, and never thoughtless. She favors white in particular, an implicate boast of her neatness. There's a game among the fourth cohort: if anyone can point out a scuff or stain anywhere on her clothes on any given day, they're relieved from cohort housekeeping duties for the week. It's a game rarely won. Before every outfit, Leandra ponders her intent, her plans for the day, and who she'll be interacting with. 

In battle, she favors leather - being an archer, she prefers maneuverability over outright protection. Even her armor she puts a thoughtful spin on; she's dyed it a deep red with "IV" embossed on the chest, opposite her heart.
Body Markings: Following up her spine is tattooed an arrow, its point reaching the base of her neck. It's nocked to the drawn string of a bow, which perfectly frames her shoulder blades. Above it are eight lines, coiling around her neck in a half collar. Eight more years, she says gleefully on occasion, and it will wrap around her neck completely.
Leandra has a thick, black "IV" on her inner wrist, symbolizing her loyalty to the fourth cohort. It's often shared by those who've chosen to stay in the fourth cohort regardless of any opportunities given.
Leandra has fewer scars than some, thanks to her ability to evade most blows thrown her way. A couple small ones on her arms, and one more noticeable on the side of her neck, though her most recent tally tattoo has partially covered it up.
Leandra keeps her piercings to a minimum, limiting herself to a pair of lobe piercings.


Personality:
Upon meeting Leandra, one might make the mistake of taking her for your run of the mill popular girl. Being a pretty, well-dressed, and blonde certainly helps to paint that picture, along the confidence and grace with which she acts in her day to day. For some, this is all they see. Spending any amount of time with her, though, will reveal a depth she usually does her best to hide. She's shrewd, careful, precise, almost to an obsessive degree. She's ambitious, though it's not power for power's sake that drives her. What she does, she does for her people. There isn't a moment that goes by, not a choice she makes where she doesn't have them at the forefront of her mind. 

Her people are of course the Fourth Cohort, but also any who gods or systems of power have left behind. She fancies herself the patron saint of underdogs; when odds are stacked against someone, she can be a bit of a bleeding heart. If you ask Leandra, major gods are a messy hurricane of drama, and any who are lesser have to weather the storm together. She's also intensely loyal. The moment someone becomes "her people," she would do just about anything for them as long as they don't put others in her clique in danger. 

While she's a self-proclaimed workaholic, the Red Eye of Somnus does allow her to cut loose. She's quite a party girl when she's not bogged down with her responsibilities, knowing most bartenders and club regulars in New Rome by name. Nights like these, she lets her usually regulated emotions run wild, gorging herself on them so that by morning, she can use her abilities to neatly reorganize them back into controlled little boxes. 

As firm as Leandra's morals are, they say nothing about playing dirty. "Honor was made by the strong to make sure the weak played by their rules," and as such, she has no problem putting it aside if need be. She believes that when it comes to her beliefs and her people, ends can justify means. Given the choice between what is good and what is good for her people, she will choose the latter.

History:
Lenore, Leandra's mother, was wealthy - top 1% levels of wealthy. A femme fatale CEO with an obedient little trophy husband and one of America's most powerful corporations dancing to her beat. It was into this environment that Leandra was born, with an early understanding that she was being groomed to carry out her mother's legacy. From a young age, Lenore always made an effort to instill in Leandra all the skills and ideals she believed were needed for corporate leadership, the qualities that had risen her to wealth. Her husband, Leandra's father, became a training dummy for manipulation, and Leandra was taught to listen to her self-interest first and foremost. She was trained to be merciless, the coldest woman in the room, colder than the men who would inevitably underestimate her. The world was hers for the taking, her mother would tell her, even if she had to fight for it. 

From a young age, Leandra felt herself pulled to California. She loved New York, and still does, but something about the freedom of driving alongside sprawling beaches felt like a fantasy compared to the metropolitan cage of responsibility she'd been stuffed into. To this day, she's unsure if these desires were her father leading her to Camp Jupiter, or if they and everything that would follow were simply a chaotic, fucked up accident. When she was ten, she convinced her mom to let her attend an all-girl's school in California. She'd earned it, outpacing her tutor and even showing an early talent for reading people's wants and desires (something that especially impressed her mother). She only spent a year in that school, before ending up at the Wolf House.

She'd gone there on a field trip, her and her classmates having been divvied up into groups. It was once these groups were made that her group's chaperone revealed himself to be a satyr, and the children themselves to be demigods. When their mortal classmates left, Leandra and her group stayed behind - at dusk, they were given over to Lupa. The Wolf Mother explained to them that they'd have to prove themselves or be eaten. Had she not been given such a warning, she's unsure she would've woken up two nights later in time to find the Wolf Mother looming over her, drool dripping from her maw. Deciding to make an example of who she deemed the weakest of the demigod children, the spoiled little girl who couldn't stand sleeping in the dirt. She was smart, sure, but Lupa did not deem that enough to save her.

Leandra barely got away, running from Lupa's wolves, only managing to escape thanks to a bit of improvisation and a freight train that obliterated the wolf closest to Leandra's heels. If Leandra was anyone else, this is when she would've run home. But Leandra was Leandra, and the thought of the leaving a reject, of accepting that something was beyond her reach, it sounded worse than throwing herself to Lupa's wolves. So, she hatched a plan. She stayed close to the Wolf House, hiding in the town nearest. Now knowing about her heritage, she put two and two together, realizing there was something more to her talent for reading wants. She spent her time practicing with this new talent and evading those of Lupa's wolves that were still after her, until eventually, she caught the emotional scent of something coming into town: three people, each with a desire to go to some place called "Camp Jupiter." Tracking them down led her to her old classmates, which in turn lead her to Camp Jupiter.


Leandra struggled when she first joined Camp Jupiter; she'd never been at the bottom of a food chain, but, having come with no letter of recommendation, she found herself a probatio in the Fifth Cohort. No prospects, no contacts, nothing. She trained, and trained hard, but she found herself outpaced by those with powers more direct than her talent for sniffing out desires. Even discovering her talent for archery didn't do much. This only added more gasoline to the fire roaring in Leandra. She deserved more. That's what she'd been taught, and at that point it's what she believed. She spent a year putting her nose to the grindstone before she saw an opportunity: three powerful members of the fifth destined to go on a quest with very high stakes. So...she tagged along. She figured she'd follow them until the end of their mission, hop in to help, and ride their coattails all the way up to the First. 

She shadowed them for a whole month, following close behind from town to town. She almost succeeded in following them all the way to the end of the line...until the very end. See, up until that point, the three had dealt with every supernatural threat they passed. All but the last. They couldn't feel what Leandra felt, the aching desire for sleep that pervaded that last small suburb. They only saw it a rest stop before their big victory. All the instincts Leandra had been raised with told her to continue with her plan, but something about that little town of mortals, abandoned by the gods and left to their fate for the sin of being unimportant...it strung a chord with unimportant little her. Going against everything she'd been shaped into all throughout her life, she stayed. She tracked down the cause of the insomnia plaguing the town - a monster who'd settled there whose presence alone robbed mortals of their sleep - and killed it in a fight that left her chewed up, wounded, and exhausted.

She came back to little fanfare - well, little fanfare for her. Those who'd just gotten back from their actual quest got their just rewards. Leandra, instead, submitted herself to the medics for her injuries. Her efforts didn't go unrewarded, however; mysteriously arriving back to camp injured with a cup of coffee caught the attention of the Fourth Centurion, who came to visit her not long after her arrival. She recounted the story, earning a few delighted laughs and a place in the Fourth.

Leandra grew in the years that followed. She never did manage to ditch her arrogance or ambition, but her desire to stand with her fellow underdogs rather than alongside the elites of camp hardened into a creed. She found some semblance of personal power upon entrenching herself in the camp's bureaucracy, and upon seeing her cold, sharp rage, her centurion took her under his wing. She learned a lot from him, how to lead and inspire, how to foster loyalty. She knew how to manipulate, but leading was something else entirely. And it was a skill she was going to need - because she was going to be praetor. 

The year that she became centurion was the same year her hopes of praetorship dimmed. She'd just been handed the reigns by her mentor and was prepared to serve the traditional five years as centurion before submitting herself for praetorship. And then she showed up. Eschewing tradition, making a mockery of anyone who'd been working years for what she strolled in and took. Divinely ordained her. When it was made official that after only two years of service, Camilla Asper would be praetor, Leandra let out a scream of rage that rendered her mute for days after. Not only did the girl represent everything she hated about Camp Jupiter, but her mere presence meant that Leandra could be waiting a very long time for even the chance to become Praetor. And that was before Camilla took it upon herself to try and groom a successor herself. 

While Leandra's desire for praetorship hasn't faded (not by a longshot) she's content with her place at the head of the Fourth Cohort. Under her, it's become a resource-gathering powerhouse. Her tendency for taking in strays (especially those who are the children of minor gods) means she has a lot of worker bees to help with the upkeep of her network. Leandra and the Fourth Cohort will often freely provide aid to the Fifth and the Third, as Leandra's sense of class consciousness and comradery has become common among those loyal to the Fourth. They'll do the same for the First and Second, of course, though there may be more strings attached.




Godly Parent:
Cupid

Relationship to Godly Parent:
Cupid and Leandra's relationships struggles from their shared sense of pride. Cupid refuses to show remorse for some of the cruelties he's inflicted in his life, and Leandra is unwilling to accept that what's done is done. There's a standoffish rift between them, but it's not all bad; Cupid respects Leandra's drive and how her constant need to be the best reflects well on him, and Leandra takes a stubborn satisfaction in being the daughter of a minor god, especially when it means opposing the children of greater gods.

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:
Passion Manipulation: Leandra is capable of manipulating the love, anger, and desires of others. This is usually a temporary ability, though with effort and time with the subject, she can make the changes longer lasting. She primarily uses this ability on herself, manipulating her desires to work towards her goals rather than against them as well as making sure her anger is always at the level where it's motivating, but not distracting.
Heart's Desire: An extension of her passion manipulation, Leandra is skilled at sensing the desires of a person. Such desires can range from surface level wants to deep-seated yearning. This was in part what gained her the reputation she has in camp today: the woman who can get you what you need.
Archery Leandra, being a daughter of cupid, is supernaturally skilled at archery. This is her main combative ability, and the role she plays in battle. While she can be outdone by those children of Apollo who have been gifted with his aim, she has an extra little Cupid original that gives her an edge:Cupidian Fletching: With wood, feathers, and non-celestial gold or lead, she can make two types of arrows. From gold, she can create arrows that cause those shot with it to filled with uncontrollable desire for something of Leandra's choosing. This is the less used of the two, as it's essentially a less subtle version of her passion manipulation. Creatures struck with her lead arrows, though, gain a sudden, overwhelming aversion to something of Leandra's choosing. This can prove very useful in battle, Leandra's found.

Legacy:
Leandra has no supernatural legacy, just some mommy issues and a chip on her shoulder that would make Atlas flinch. With a hell of a lot of hard work, though, they've developed into a set of skills that might just put her demigod abilities to shame.

Skills:
A Woman Well Connected: Leandra has a sprawling web of connections both in and out of Camp Jupiter. If you want something, object or intel, you can come to her - though don't be surprised if she tries to wring out something in return. Procuring things from the mortal world is easiest -she was taught young how to make money from money (ah, capitalism, you strange, paradoxical thing), and now uses that skill to benefit the Camp itself. She has her supernatural sources as well, of course. She's been known to make deals all sorts - from nymphs, spirits, and satyrs, to those that Romans usually wouldn't associate with - deserters, monsters, even Greeks (though these she usually keeps under wraps). She refers to this on occasion as "the Fourth Network."
Too Clever By Half: Leandra's smart - very smart. It may not be a supernatural ability, but it's not something to be underestimated. She was privileged enough to be raised with a very expensive education, but since joining Camp Jupiter, she's only doubled down on keeping herself sharp. No matter how busy she is, she's always enrolled in at least one course at New Rome's university and makes a habit of challenging Camp Jupiter's best thinkers to games of wit in her off time. Her intelligence best comes in the form of strategy and outside the box thinking, a scrappiness that serves her well with her otherwise limited combat ability.
Spycraft: Leandra's agility and stealth have been trained to the highest standards a demigod can reach without additional god-granted abilities. Additionally, she's trained herself in a plethora of other skills that help her get into places she oughtn't be and pilfer information she oughtn't have. Lockpicking, climbing, making and breaking codes - all things she has experience with.
Not Just a Pretty Face: But that too. Leandra oozes charisma, which has been instrumental in her quest to climb Camp Jupiter's social and political ladder. She especially appeals to those she considers "her people": demigods of minor deities, members of lower cohorts, and underdogs in general. Some would go so far as to call her manipulative, and they wouldn't be wrong. Manipulation was one of her earliest skills, taught to her by her mother. She's long since concluded she'll never shake the habit, s she's set it to use for the good of her cohort, and even the camp at large.

Cohort:
Cohort 4

Position in the Legion:
Centurion

Fatal Flaw:
Close to the Sun
Leandra has lofty goals - she wants to change Camp Jupiter into something she believes is more just. She wants to do away with the nepotistic letters of recommendation, assure equal treatment for minor demigods. Some might consider these goals unachievable, but not Leandra. That is her weakness - equal parts ego and ambition that lead her to believe without doubt that she can achieve anything she puts her mind to. It's done her well so far, but someday it may just send her plummeting from her highest peak. Even if she accomplishes her current goal, she'd probably only end up setting her sights even higher. Someone like her can never truly be satisfied.

Weapons:
The Red Eye of Somnus: Only a weapon in that it's allowed Leandra to put so much time into her skills. A bottomless paper coffee cup with "Somnus" written in sharpie on the side - a gift from Somnus himself. It appeared on a Starbucks counter after Leandra chose to save a small suburb from an insomnia-inducing monster rather than the following through with her original intent: poaching a much more glorious quest from a demigod she'd been following for a few weeks. This was back when she was 12, still a probatio in the 5th cohort, and still intent on regaining the privilege she'd grown up with and lost upon joining the Legion. It was a turning point for her; the first time she ever chose to help the little guy over helping herself. A few sips from the cup gives the same benefits as a full night's rest.

Glamourous Eyeliner: A concoction made by one of Leandra's contacts - a talented mist manipulator. When applied, it offers Leandra an edge to her stealth. It doesn't make her invisible, just much less noticeable. Eyes slide right off her, sounds are less noticeable, and even her scent is made more subtle. So long as she doesn't make a spectacle of herself, it generally allows her to slip under the radar. She can only use it three times before needing to resupply during downtime. 

Heartbreaker: A longbow given to her as a gift the day she became centurion of the Fourth Cohort. It, along with its quiver, can compact into a tube of lipstick. In addition to this, Heartbreaker shares the love and anger of its user, shots becoming more powerful when genuine love or anger is felt. Leandra has found that this affect is lessened if the love or anger stems from her passion manipulation. 

Pugio: A traditional pugio crafted from celestial gold. Leandra's sidearm - if she's using it, something's gone horribly wrong. Luckily, while she's not as good with it as she is with her bow, she's still a force to be reckoned with. Agile, careful, and with the ferocity of a cornered animal, Leandra can do a lot of damage with the little blade, especially if underestimated.


Misc Information:
Violet by Hole
The Mother, the Maiden, and the Crone, of course!
I'm more of a runes girlie, if I'm being honest.


Will probably pretty up the character sheet later and add a bit of miscellaneous information, but this should due for now!

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We have TWO DAYS until our first deadline. 

***TODAY*** IS THE LAST DAY TO REACH OUT TO ME FOR AN EXTENTION! Extentions will give you until Monday. ((Please keep in mind that asking doesn't get you one, either. Normally it would, but in this case I've already given us a month and a half + to get these posts out. That being said, message me if you need one and we can talk about it)). 

As another reminder, all characters not posted for by/on November 14th will be placed on Hiatus/moved to NPC status. 

Thank you!

That being said, if anyone wants to back out for any reason, I understand. 

Maybe this isn't what you thought it was going to be;  perhaps you are worried about time with the upcoming holidays. Maybe you just don't like my GMing style. 

Whatever the case may be, I have never held resentment towards people for having to drop. 

As we move forward with the RP, we will be relying more on character interaction and writer availability. Anyone not 110% on board, please let me know. I care about you guys, and I care about our group. But we can't get anywhere with one another if we don't communicate. 

So yeah. If you wanna drop, just dont post, redact your character's, and/or leave the discord. No hard feelings.

In addition to this, if there are any characters that you wish to drop, feel free to come talk to me. Maybe you don't wanna drop the RP all together, but theres a character that you're realizing you don't want to write for anymore. That's cool too. Again, just please communicate homies.

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