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Groundhog's Day: Apocalypse

@Typical I’d say that they at least knew of each other. Maybe they had a few classes together, but I don’t imagine that they were too close.

Groundhog's Day: Apocalypse

Anna Shaw

helloa n n a s h a whello

^{gender: F • age: 21 • job: works at a coffee shop named 'Bean & Gone' • hex code: #cc8800}

helos p e c i a l s k i l l shelo

• ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ o ʀ ʏ : Anna has an excellent memory, even if it is a little selective. She has a close attention to detail as well, which makes for a useful combination.
• ʙ a ʀ ɪ s ᴛ a : She makes excellent drinks. Just as well, considering that she gets paid for it.
• ᴄ o ɢ ɴ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ᴇ ᴍ ᴘ a ᴛ ʜ ʏ : Anna is very good at reading people's emotions and how they might be feeling. She doesn't always care very much, though.

helob i o g r a p h yhelo

The Shaw family consists of three people: Anna, her sister, and her father. As for her mother? Divorced her father when she was young and ran off to god knows where. At least she paid child support. It wasn't really anything to be upset about though. They managed fine, and still are.
It was Jasmine's idea to start the coffee shop. It had been her dream, or something cheesy like this. Anna just really liked the sound of a free job, and was so unbothered that she didn't protest. It was alright though, because she turned out to be good at her job. So now she's still unmotivated, just doing a little better than she had before. For all of her complaining though, she really does enjoy her job. Will she ever admit it? Absolutely not.

helob e a n & g o n ehelo

Get your caffeinated drinks and go to work slightly less dead inside for only $3! A coffee shop owned and ran by Jasmine Shaw and her younger sister, Anna. The menu isn't very big, but it's common knowledge that pretty much anything off of it is fair game to order. There's a selection of baked goods to accompany your meal. The coffee is great, but the same cannot be said for the hot chocolate. It's best to pretend it doesn't exist, really.
Now offering non-dairy milk, but only the almond one, because there were too many and the budget is tight!

helor e l a t i o n s h i p shelo

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heloe x t r ahelo

• ᴡ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ s ʜ ᴇ s ᴛ a ʀ ᴛ s ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ a ʏ : On the floor, wondering how the hell she got there.
• ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴠ o ᴜ ʀ : mango!

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Effie sighed as she uncloaked them both. At least she could use less mana, but it was always a disadvantage when her magic was ineffective. She began to wonder if her other tricks wouldn't work too - but she decided to stay optimistic. Either way, she would find a way to win, and she had backup just in case. Magic or no magic.

She watched her companion as he dealt with some of the dolls. Well, she could do that too! Breaking away from Leo, she ran towards another automaton, slashing at its neck as she passed it. Effie wasn't too sure if they functioned the same way that humans did in terms of injuries, so she plunged it into its back for good measure.

She pulled her knife out, cringing a little at the sight, but persevered. Effie did the same to another automaton, injuring it the best she could, gritting her teeth as she used the admittedly limited amount of strength she had. Leonardo was looking further away than she would have liked.

That wasn't very good. So, she made it her next priority to get back to him, making her way back through the alley.

@Rabidporcupine@VitaVitaAR

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Admittedly, it took Talía a minute before she realised that the lanky one was referring to her. When she did, she tilted her head to look up at him, not blinking at all. She liked to think it was unnerving. She looked him up and down, taking in how he looked. She had thought low-rise trousers had gone out of fashion years ago, but as a northern harpy, she supposed she wouldn't be the best judge of that. His wings were interesting, looking draconic but not entirely so. Perhaps she could get a closer look later.

She sat there for another minute, watching him blankly as she had done for all the other students that had passed through the gardens. Eventually, Talía stood, drawing herself to her full height, which wasn't very impressive, especially compared to the man in front of her. She maintained her disinterested appearance, still not breaking eye contact, though she had decided to start blinking again. "I see you as I see everyone else. You are one to speak of gawking when you have just spent an hour sitting with your eyes closed. What is the point? I do not understand." She narrowed her eyes, examining his face as if to see his intentions.

"It is a... competition you want, then. But a competition is not fun if it is too easy to win." She ruffled up her feathers. "If you wish to act how you do, though... perhaps I will accept your offer. I think it will be fun." Talía paused for a minute, as if considering her options. "A battle would be best, but I do not want to injure you too much. Such lovely wings, it would be a shame if they were hurt." She really was having more fun with this than she probably should have been. "If you still want to... then it will be a learning experience. I will teach you some manners."

Talía turned away, feeling rather smug, but maintaining her cool expression. "Shall we go, then? Unless you are feeling ill all of a sudden."

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Eira Winters ❄ Antartica

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"Alright then. I'll go follow after Damian, you come too. If there's anything you wanna do, get it done now because I'm not sure you'll get the chance until tomorrow. It seems we'll be missing this afternoon's classes," Eira said to Judith. She picked up her bag, wincing at how heavy it was. So much useless shit in there. But she wasn't the one who put it there, of course. She slung it over her shoulder before walking after Damian at a leisurely pace. There was no rush. They had the whole afternoon to do their detective business.

As she made her way out of the school, she pulled out her phone. There was no harm in telling someone what she was doing. If anything went pear-shaped, it might come in handy.

^{message to Aidan Winters: Doing something. Don't ask what, but I won't be in for the afternoon lessons, so if the school calls home about that, then you'll know why. I will keep my phone on me. Don't worry, nothing too dangerous. Enjoy the rest of your day.}

Maybe it was a little too vague to be of any use. But it wasn't like the three couldn't handle anything anyway. Eira had (some) faith in her classmates, after all. She also had faith that her brother would check his phone and hopefully tell someone if she disappeared for more than twenty-four hours.

Eventually, she had wandered onto the pick up lane. There was Damian, in his car, sitting on his phone. Eira wondered who he was calling - telling someone they where they were going, perhaps? Nevertheless, she walked up to him and tapped on the window a few times. "On your phone in the car, are you? Not very responsible."

She didn't ask for permission as she promptly opened up the back door and sat down behind Damian. "I hope that you have a decent plan for what we're about to do, because I don't. Judith might, I suppose. Let's just hope all get out of this in once piece."

Groundhog's Day: Apocalypse

I imagine that the caffeine addicts among us would know Anna since she works at a coffee shop. She's the same age as Anthony so they could've been in high school together, which would also work for Freddie depending on when birthdays are. I don't think she'd ever be caught dead at the gym though. She's probably been to Mawmaw's at least once, but she could also know Jenny for other reasons.

(@Queen Raidne psst the discord link expired)

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Talía had woken up late again. The black curtains of her room blocked all of the light coming in, but she could tell, purely based on the fact that she wasn't tired.

And considering that she had fallen asleep at outrageously late o'clock, something felt a little bit off about that.

Indeed, as she drew back the thick fabric (meaning that she dragged it to the side while it was held in her mouth), it quickly became apparent that the sun was not in the place she had anticipated. In an instant, she became a feathered frenzy, cursing in a language that was not entirely human as she rushed to get ready. She thanked whatever gods there were for afternoon classes. If they hadn't existed, she would have failed long ago.

In the end, she was out of her room in record time, albeit still dishevelled. Talía sighed to herself as she exited her room, mourning her soft sheets already. She had some time to waste, didn't she? She considered her time-killing options, and immediately settled for the lounges. She was in the mood to relax, even if she had just been doing that for the last eight hours.

She went to the gardens, feeling the calm atmosphere wash over her. There were already quite a few students dotted around the area. All sorts of supernatural beings. That was what she liked about Nox Tenebrae - there were so many different people there. Maybe she was on the further end of the weirdness scale, but at least she wasn't the only one. Talía took the opportunity to stretch out her wings, missing the way some poor boy struggled to dodge the feathered mass that suddenly appeared before him. He gave her a dirty look, which she was blissfully unaware of.

After a few seconds, she tucked them back again. It was an unusual feeling, she never had to do anything of the sort back home, and even though it had been some time, she didn't think she would ever get used to it. For a human, it would probably be like constantly having their arms behind their back. Doable, but unconventional and not the most comfortable. Nevertheless, she didn't want to engulf every hallway she walked down, so she did it anyway.

Talía took a seat on the grass, a little out of the way, waiting for time to pass. When was her next class? One hour? Two hours? She'd lost track at this point. She sat there idly, watching people go about their day, not talking to any of them once. Occasionally, she exchanged smiles and nods, but that was the extent of her social interaction. There was one person in particular she kept an eye on, the strange white-haired girl watering the plants.

She's here a lot, isn't she? Huh. Don't think I've seen anyone else water those flowers either. From what Talía knew, the girl was pretty unapproachable. Some people even called her scary. But watching her look so happy while doing something so innocent... it really didn't seem like whatever people said was particularly accurate.

Then the girl left, and Talía's attention span was eaten up by someone else right away. People watching. An odd sport, but an enjoyable one nonetheless. Just her, the thriving plants, and a sizeable fraction of Nox Tenebrae's population. How serene.

Groundhog's Day: Apocalypse

apocalypse time!

Anna Shaw

helloa n n a s h a whello

^{gender: F • age: 21 • job: works at a coffee shop named 'Bean & Gone' • hex code: #cc8800}

helos p e c i a l s k i l l shelo

• ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ o ʀ ʏ : Anna has an excellent memory, even if it is a little selective. She has a close attention to detail as well, which makes for a useful combination.
• ʙ a ʀ ɪ s ᴛ a : She makes excellent drinks. Just as well, considering that she gets paid for it.
• ᴄ o ɢ ɴ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ᴇ ᴍ ᴘ a ᴛ ʜ ʏ : Anna is very good at reading people's emotions and how they might be feeling. She doesn't always care very much, though.

helob i o g r a p h yhelo

The Shaw family consists of three people: Anna, her sister, and her father. As for her mother? Divorced her father when she was young and ran off to god knows where. At least she paid child support. It wasn't really anything to be upset about though. They managed fine, and still are.
It was Jasmine's idea to start the coffee shop. It had been her dream, or something cheesy like this. Anna just really liked the sound of a free job, and was so unbothered that she didn't protest. It was alright though, because she turned out to be good at her job. So now she's still unmotivated, just doing a little better than she had before. For all of her complaining though, she really does enjoy her job. Will she ever admit it? Absolutely not.

helob e a n & g o n ehelo

Get your caffeinated drinks and go to work slightly less dead inside for only $3! A coffee shop owned and ran by Jasmine Shaw and her younger sister, Anna. The menu isn't very big, but it's common knowledge that pretty much anything off of it is fair game to order. There's a selection of baked goods to accompany your meal. The coffee is great, but the same cannot be said for the hot chocolate. It's best to pretend it doesn't exist, really.
Now offering non-dairy milk, but only the almond one, because there were too many and the budget is tight!

helor e l a t i o n s h i p shelo

ᴛʙᴀ

heloe x t r ahelo

• ᴡ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ s ʜ ᴇ s ᴛ a ʀ ᴛ s ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ a ʏ : On the floor, wondering how the hell she got there.
• ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴠ o ᴜ ʀ : mango!

Emerald City

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Things were not going too well for Vanessa.

The first thing she had done was try to comfort the guy on the front row. He seemed pretty nervous, though that was probably just the kind of person he was. She wasn't really sure what she expected. She opened her mouth to drop some life changing, inspirational advice on him (which meant she was improvising and hoped it worked), when all of a sudden she felt two hands grab on her shoulders and pull.

A second later, she was staring right into the eyes of Elizabeth Baker. She couldn't move, still shocked by the sudden movement, watching as a name that wasn't hers escaped from the lips of the shorter girl. And she continued to watch in stunned silence as her expression fell. Elizabeth recoiled, and Vanessa couldn't help stumbling backwards too, still staring at the other girl.

Was anyone watching them? Absolutely. Vanessa turned red too, embarrassment clear as day on her face. There were so many people there and she was at the front. Not to mention Elizabeth's outfit, and she'd just ran at her! God, people were going to talk. She hoped she was hard to recognise, but somehow she could see herself identified as 'vaguely looking like Lilian Turner'. The list of people who would bring it up when they saw her was looking longer than she liked.

Oh jeez, maybe that shouldn't be my priority right now.

Vanessa looked back at the girl, watching the other two boys try and comfort her. She supposed she should do the same, and reached over to awkwardly pat her shoulder. "Hey, uh, don't worry. It's fine, I'm fine, just... keep it together. Cool? Right, I'll be on my way now. See you 'round." That was one line of conversation she really did not want to continue. She turned and hastily walked off, face still flushed red. Way to go, two months into living in her new home and she'd been mistaken for a (possibly) dead girl.

As quickly as she could, she took a seat near the back. Maybe it wasn't a great place to sit, and she could definitely go somewhere better, but she just didn't want to be anywhere near the front after what just happened. Vanessa groaned audibly, her mood drastically different to how it had been earlier. Best case scenario: get the damn conference done with, and then go home.

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talia leifsdottir

hellot a l í a l e i f s d o t t i rhello

hellob a s i c i n f o r m a t i o nhello

‹age›
Eighteen

‹gender›
Female

‹ethnicity›
Scandinavian

‹nationality›
Icelandic

‹species›
Harpy

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‹appearance›
Talía is a harpy, which is apparent from the feathered white wings she possesses, which are the same colour as her short hair. She also possesses the signature sharp teeth and odd legs of her species. Her legs begin to turn a bluish colour mid-thigh, becoming more scaly near her ankles before ending in black talons. She tends to dress lightly, due to her innate resistance to the cold, but always wears her necklace. It is not heavy nor is it made of metal, but instead of beads, string and feathers coloured similarly to Talía.

‹personality›
Talía is a bit aloof. She is often seen with a vacant expression, just listening along to people. It's down to some kind of combination between shyness and never really knowing what to say. There are, however, a few things she is very enthusiastic about. She is also quick to jump to conclusions or lash out, though she often feels guilty about it later. Despite this, she doesn't tend to apologise for these outbursts out of pride. Her English isn't perfect, and though she can converse well enough, a few things go over her head, not to mention her habit of taking things too literally.

‹notable relations›

• Isabella Starling - Step-Mother
• Leif Kristiansson - Father
• Four sisters, and one brother.

‹everyday skills›

• Talía speaks the language of the harpies, as well as half-decent Icelandic and English.
• In true bird nature, Talía sings well. There aren't any distinguishable lyrics - at least in any kind of human language, but she's sure that if she tried to sing those kinds of songs, she'd still sound good.
• She's very flexible, though the wings don't bend more than they're supposed to.
• Well-adapted to not having arms. She uses her clawed feet in place of hands most of the time, though she can sort of pick things up with her wings.

‹biography›
Talía was born as one of many expendable harpy girls who didn't really serve any purpose in life. There were probably thousands just like her, children who had not been boys but were kept alive nonetheless. She was the second youngest of her family, the last daughter before a son was finally born.

The area she lived in was almost entirely filled with harpies. The odd human passed in and out of the town, but the isolated Icelandic village was never the centre of anything particularly thrilling. At a young age, her mother passed away. It may have been a tragic ordeal, but Talía was so young she could not even remember the woman. Years later, her father found another partner, a lady from south Europe. She was close with her step-mother. She was from a different place with different people, and a strange culture that was similar yet different. One that told her that she was more than a child who hadn't been a boy.

"You can do anything you want with your life, my dear."

"What is there to do?"

"Plenty. Now listen closely..."

Eventually, Talía settled for Nox Tenebrae. She took the exams, passed with (excuse the pun) flying colours. She still isn't sure what to do with her life, but becoming an Agent of the Veil doesn't seem like it would be too bad.

helloc o m b a thello

‹fighting style›
Talía does not fight with weapons (it isn't as if she can hold them, anyway), but instead with her razor sharp talons and impressive agility. Her preferred method of fighting consists of getting in close, attacking, and then retreating to safety. She can take a few hits before going down, but would prefer not to.

‹strengths›

• Talía excels at taking down single targets quickly, before they have the chance to counter, or at least retreating before they can.
• Open areas or ones with lots of space to move around and large obstacles to hide behind are best for Talía.
• She is very fast, and moves from one place to another with ease.

‹weaknesses›

• Because of her wings, Talía takes up a lot of space and isn't too difficult to hit if she is stationary or moving predictably.
• Confined spaces are her doom.
• Her defence is poor, to say the least. She prefers to focus on offence.
• She has almost no ranged capabilities.

‹equipment›
None. She can't really use it, anyway.

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‹strengths›

• w i n g s : Talía's wings are fully functional, and she can use them to fly.
• m o v e m e n t : In the air, Talía has excellent manoeuvrability and speed, allowing her to fight like she does with ease.
• t e e t h : With no arms or beaks, harpies have sharp teeth that are capable of tearing food apart, or creating a nasty wound. Completely concealed when her mouth is closed, Talía has these too.
• t a l o n s : The talons on Talía's feet aren't just for show. They are incredibly sharp, capable of cutting much like any kind of sword would. Easier to control, too, considering that they're part of her.
• w i n d : A side effect of using large wings to fly, but a welcome one. Flying in certain directions can create more interesting effects.
• c o l d : A characteristic of all the harpies that live in her birthplace, Talía is immune to the cold and does not feel it nor does it have any effects on her. There is a limit to this resistance, but it is a very low temperature. effects.

‹weaknesses/limitations›

• l i m b s : Or lack thereof. While she has adapted to most aspects of life, and her wings are a fine substitute, not having arms proves to cause many difficulties. Most things seem to be designed for people with hands, not to mention that she cannot utilise conventional weapons.
• s p a c e : The size of Talía's wings cause issues. She can fold them back, but they are still large, making life awkward, and being a bit of an issue when moving through areas like forests, as well as there being more of her to hit.
• d i e t : Flight uses up a lot of energy, and this needs to be compensated for by eating more. Coupled with the fact that Talía prefers to fly rather than any other means of movement, the amounts she has to eat can be ridiculous. Her diet consists of a lot of meat, but it's more of a personal preference on her part.
• w a t e r : If Talía's wings are wet enough, flying becomes impossible. They take a while to dry as well, sometimes hours.
• w e a t h e r : Bad weather is not for flying. Rain, snow, hail, strong winds - all of it renders her earthbound. She doesn't like hot weather very much either.
• u n u s u a l : There are just some things about wingless folk she'll never understand. The cultural differences are vast, not to mention the oddities of being a harpy.

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‹useless harpy facts›

• Harpies have unusual tongues that are longer and slightly thinner than a human's.
• The harpy language consists of chirps, clicks and whistles. A lot of the sounds are hard to make with a regular human mouth.