Althiel

Ban the Person above you

Banned for banning your own hater.

Ban the Person above you

<Snipped quote by Searat>

Nah

Banned for having a user name Quote5, being master of metaphors and typoes, having an orange and white cap, white face, black eyes, beige hair, green and yellow ear thingies, green top, having 89 posts in 20 days, aaaaand being seen 12 hours ago.

@Hokum

Look mate. I wanted to write some dank plots, but I got distracted, then found this. You know what happens next.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Can't fight procrastination.

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"U-um... Thank you..." Priscilla accepted the babyfaced youth's kind gesture. As she took a small mouthful of the beverage, it gave her much to think about. That thing most certainly tricked her. And now they're in this strange, alien landscape. Her eyes didn't deceive her on this reality. This is happening, whether she liked it or not. But their odd way of coping up with this abnormal and illogical situation had dawned on her, the piney citrus flavor enveloping her taste buds. "Staying positive, huh...? What is even wrong with me? That's supposed to be my specialty..."

"That's right. If you don't know the way out, you just gotta look for it, right?" Her insipid smile from before had finally reverted back to its usual form, an ebullient grin. She reverted back to sitting down three seconds after she stood, her legs not giving her as much energy as her smile did. "I am a bit bushed, though... So I guess--" It was then that the blonde delinquent, Alistair Archibald, had taken the initiative to move out of the forsaken hall. "Um... Please be careful!", she called out. He probably didn't hear her, as he took off without saying a word. "Then again, looking at his stature, he'll probably be alright."

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It had been ten minutes since then. The others were still deliberating about their respective strategies, while Priscilla tried her phone. No connection. "Figures, should have known that it wouldn't be that easy..." With a sigh, the girl returned the phone back to her shoulder-bag alongside her notes and other accessories that were most certainly useless in this predicament. "Well, I'm not as wobbly as I was a while ago, I think we should--"

Then they heard it. Footsteps. Lots of them, rushing all at once. "!!!" She wasn't even given the opportunity to react properly, and they were already surrounded; a bolt from the blue. Tall armored men of white-and-gold, sword-and-buckler, more than thrice their number. "U-um... W-what's going on...?" Whoever they were, their initial actions alone proved that they didn't come to greet and welcome them with open arms. And it didn't take some fantasy-lover to figure that out.

And then their big boss showed up. Or rather, the small boss, as he was smaller in comparison to his subordinates. But that didn't take away from this particular standout's terrifying mien. "W-wha..." His intention, accompanied by his voice, made his bone-chilling terror more apparent, and on a scale greater than that enigmatic figure she met half-an-hour ago. "C-c-cu...", she stuttered. "D-d... death..?!" It was the first time that she had encountered the word from a direct perspective. It really is difficult for a 17-year-old millennial to form words when she's flat out threatened with death. All that hope she had garnered, trampled on once more like it was nothing but ash.

About to tear up, she saw the calm, androgynous male step up, as if to explain their current state of affairs and defend them. But...

"I don't know what they would have done to me if you hadn't shown up."

From his vague elucidation, it was already apparent. Betrayal. He was selling them out to save his own hide. "..." It hasn't even been an hour, sure enough in his defense. But to think he was this willing to betray them this early as he sees fit, it was unbelievable for her. Their "comrade" now taken away and out of sight, the harrowing atmosphere in that decrepit hall became even more intense. "I..." She wanted to say something. Anything. But the lingering fear was overwhelming. What can someone like her do in this situation?

Before she even realized it, Priscilla was bawling, tears pouring out of her orbs uncontrollably.

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is this suffering

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"Shamak." The enigmatic figure enunciated. And with that phrase alone, Priscilla witnessed the elimination of the never-ending shade that confined her a moment ago, replaced by scintillating light that forced her to close her eyes.

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Ruminating over whether what had transpired was a hallucination or actuality, her lingering consciousness prompted her to open her eyes. Priscilla was in a sitting position, which she had just became aware of when she came to. Her bag was beside her seat. There was a lot that needs to be processed. For one, she found herself in a very antiquated and decrepit chamber. And she wasn't alone. Five other individuals were in attendance, four males and one female, of varying disparities at a glance and in the same state of confusion as her, surveying the uncharted room.

The most normal-looking of the bunch, the baby-faced male with a scarf, unusually relaxed for someone who was unjustly thrown into this predicament was the first to speak, affirming that they were brought here by that figure. The discussion kicked up from there, unceasing, and it was difficult to find an opening for her to speak out, so Priscilla remained quiet. The only individual with a relatable response was the blonde with the air of a delinquent, clearly pissed off but in all honesty, who wouldn't? These other folks looked like they were mentally equipped in this situation, but she wasn't.

"So uh, guess it's my turn to speak now, right..?" Her feigned smile only sold how uncomfortable she was, and her voice, contrary to her usual self, was lacking avidity. "My name's Priscilla... Nice to meet you all!" A brief pause. "... is what I would like to say, if this were any other ordinary circumstance. I don't think I need to elaborate further, as Mister Alistair had already voiced out how I feel about all of this. This really sucks... I just wanna go home... I have exams coming up too..." Covering her face within her hands, the ingenue was at a loss for words after that. It didn't take too long, but with everything that has happened so far, the longing for home had already hit her.

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It was daybreak at the metropolis of Frankfurt, Germany. Outside the stately home of the affluent Rosengarten family was the hectic resonance of traffic along the intersection. However, this failed to hinder Priscilla’s much coveted bonding with her bathtub.
”Mmmnnnn…” The snug warmth the bath water provided practically overlapped with the noise outdoors, erasing the torpidity of her bones along with easing the anxieties the exams gave her. "I mean, what form of hell could be more overwhelming than Integral Calculus and Modern Physics, thrown at the same day? Honestly!" She pondered, as her pale figure languidly shifted downwards.
”Young mistress, you are about to exceed your bath time. You mustn’t be late for school. You have major examinations coming up.” Her helper's voice stretched from the intercom, practically snapping her back to reality, revealing a pair of peach-hued orbs. ”A-alright, I get it, Maria! Geez…” She promptly yet reluctantly parted from her tub, grabbing and covering herself with the baby-pink towel.

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”My name is Priscilla Rosengarten! Pris, if you’d like it short and sweet. I'm what you would call an advocate of optimism! Life is difficult, but it only gets harder from there if we don't face it with a smile, am I right? There is no harm in trying until you succeed! Nothing is impossible if you just believe you can do it! Ahahaha, I guess I'm being a bit childish, aren't I...?"
Priscilla donned her school uniform, adorned with a red ribbon on her collar, white pom-poms across the red cloak sported around her upper body. To finish, she tied her salmon hair into twin-tails that extended to her waist. "Gut aussehen, Pris!" (meaning "looking good" in German) The young girl solemnly declared in glee, satisfied with her mien.
"Now then!" She exclaimed, reaching for her red handbag. "Here's to hoping I pass that exam, I guess..." It seemed as if her bright countenance shifted to a somewhat despondent one. Judging by this facial expression, you'll find it quite suspect that she didn't study all too well last night. In terms of academics, Priscila was somewhat average, but definitely lacking on the more intricate subjects such as Mathematics and Science. "Nevertheless! I refuse to go down from something like this! I tried my best, after all! Hahahaha! Guess we'll see how it goes..."
Finally leaving the comfort of her room, Priscilla heads for the main exit. "Dad is at the restaurant, and Mom is probably preparing for the special project meeting later... Guess I'll just go, then!" As she walked in stride, Priscilla noticed that Maria, who usually accompanied her on her way out, wasn't anywhere to be found. "... I guess Mom called her for a bit? ... Oh well! I'll be late if I dilly-dally any longer." On another note, the bustling noise of traffic from earlier appears to have dispersed all of a sudden. She walked further along the path, eventually reaching the wooden double-doors. She gently opened them, heading outside.

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"..." The lively, motor-mouthed Priscilla suddenly turned quiet. Her glistening eyes were transfixed at the road ahead of her. It was pitch black. Everywhere. It was as if she had opened the door to another realm. "Wha.. What is this? Why is it so dark? I thought it was morning!" Quickly, she turned around, only to find that it was gone. Not only the doors, but even her beloved home was no longer behind her. Her bag landed on the sable flooring, leaving the utterly confused seventeen-year old's grasp. "Am I... dreaming?" Priscilla wiped her eyes for clarity, but opening them once more only sealed the certainty that it wasn't. She didn't move from where she was, only looking around her to see if there was anything distinct from the endless darkness. It was dreadfully quiet, which complements the pitch black to strike her with absolute unease. At last, she gave the appropriate reaction. "What the hell is going on?!?!" Her screech echoed along the void, slowly losing her semblance of rational thought.
And then finally, something, or someone, materialized from the darkness.
”Fascinating. I can sense a gate within this one also.”
Suddenly, a featureless figure appeared in front of Priscilla. "Ah!!" She was in shock, for the first thing that appeared in this bizarre gloom was a being that harmonized with it. It’s voice was feminine, but it’s figure was that of a child. It stepped closer to her, and leaned in. "W-wh.. Who are you?! What are you?!" Priscilla asked with defined fear on her visage, stepping back with the same pace as his until he closened the gap. "Eeeeeeek!" There was no denying it. This figure was entirely featureless, except for it’s outline contrasting the void around it.
”Well, Priscilla. I’m told the circumstances of your arrival have been changed from our last guest.” The figure leaned back, and extended one featureless hand to the yet to respond girl in front of it. When the mentally worn Priscilla thought nothing could surprise her at this point, this unknown entity knew her name, of all things. "U-um..." She would accept his offer for a handshake, if this were under any normal circumstances. But this was an event beyond her comprehension that it was only painfully obvious that she wouldn't.
”Welcome to my world!"
"WAAAAAAIIIIIIIIITTTTTTT!!! Hold on!! Just give me a breather here!" Priscilla exclaimed, her arms extended forward as if to stop him, followed by a brief exhale. "Y-you're a freaking weirdo, you know that?! Can't you understand the situation you've put me in?! Put yourself in my shoes! In the first place, you didn't even answer me! Who are you?! What ARE you?! Where are we?! What the hell is going on?!" She was angrily pointing her finger at the featureless figure, her loud, drawn-out ramblings emanating throughout the dark world, though anyone placed in her situation would find it very justified. "And what is this about my arrival and your world?! Answer me!" And then, she stopped, exhaling once more. But her inquiries weren't finished there. "How... do you know my name...?"

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Priscilla Rosengarten

Priscilla Rosengarten

17 | Female | 118 lbs | 5'2''
Fire_Goa | Non-Native | Human

Description

Just your everyday run-of-the-mill maiden overflowing with hope shifted to another world whose culture is foreign to her. Having lived most of her seventeen years with little struggle, she soon finds herself enmeshed with the inexplicable dangers that the unaccustomed land brings, most of which may be too much for her fragile state-of-mind to bear, ultimately putting her convictions to the test.

Appearance Description

As with most high-school girls around her age, Priscilla is somewhat particular with her image. A fairly petite young girl at 5'2'', Priscilla has pale-white skin, long, salmon hair in the form of twin-tails at waist-length, and a pair of peach-hued eyes. The attire she donned on her "trip" to this new world was her school uniform; a loose white blouse atop a pinkish red skirt, with a longer white skirt and white thigh-high socks. She wears a red ribbon on her collar, decorated with two white poms on each end and above her shoulders she is covered with a cloak of similar color to her upper skirt.

Personality

"Everything's going to be alright. Take my word for it!"

Generally an outgoing and warm-hearted girl complemented by her vigorous temperament, expect a loud "Heyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" from Priscilla whenever she is in your vicinity. She is well-known for her copious amounts of friendliness, enthusiasm and the generosity to provide time to those who needs it, famed at school as the resident "Student Counselor". She gains gratification from this specialty of hers and is quite proud of it in fact; quoted above is her own catchphrase. She faces her trials and tribulations with a naive positivity, eliminating the menial endeavors that don't matter at present and facing them as they come.

While this personal philosophy is one of Priscilla's greatest strengths, it is also her greatest weakness. A double-edged sword, if you will. When faced with a grave, inexplicable threat way beyond her control, the mask of positivity that she so proudly wears drops and breaks with little-to-no resistance, revealing a facet akin to a helpless puppy. At best, she'll be a mental mess, uttering her catchphrase like a mantra, in a vain attempt to reassure herself. At worst, she becomes catatonic. In the end, Priscilla is an oblivious young damsel matched with a fragile mental fortitude.

Bio

Born to an affluent family in Germany, Priscilla Rosengarten has lived a normal, everyday life. At an early age, she became more and more independent, being able to cook as early as five years old. Her father being a famous chef, she had learned the ropes of culinary arts from him. At this point, it wasn't difficult to determine which path she will take in the future, though she answered her father's wishes to continue after him being "Let's wait and see, dad. I'll have destiny help me decide what I want to be in the future!" She inherited her late grandfather's philosophy about optimism and enthusiasm, and up to this day his motto was unforgettable: "Face life with undying fervor, and there is nothing you can't accomplish."

She hasn't delved too much in the concept of fantasy, only having consumed a fair bit from her mother's storytelling of fairy-tales. She isn't an avid fan of anime or manga like most youths, which most fantasies derive a depiction from in the modern ages. While she doesn't dislike them, she isn't particularly fond of them either. Despite this, she is rather passionate about destiny, and that everything happens for a reason.

Having reached adolescence, Priscilla became curious about the notion of romance. However, she does not actively seek for it under the belief that she will fall in love when the time comes. She has received a few confessions here and there at school, rejecting all of them with that reasoning.

One morning, Priscilla gets ready for school, none the wiser until she ends up in a bizarre void when she walked out the front door. A featureless enigma approaches her, welcoming her to their world. This out-of-the-blue event... To say it lead to a life-changing event would be an understatement. Before she knew it, the utterly confused and lost young girl was no longer in Germany.

Magics

15

*Unknowingly has an affinity with Fire, and can cast basic Fire-based spells, albeit with difficulty due to her great disdain in hurting people with it.

Abstract Magics

WIP

Extra

My name's Priscilla!
Face life with undying fervor, and there isn't anything you can't accomplish... Right, Grandpa?

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

It's either the cute, crying Umu or

this

No third options. Take your pick. :P