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Current got a giant honey pot in animal crossing & honestly i have peaked in life
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@Renny no hate but ging is kinda trash lmao
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no its bc dark jace isnt a member of rpg
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@Bee what about one big jace's family
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my friend describing my chars like "pink and girl group/solo female artist kpop aesthetics, either a bad bitch or borderline unbearably bubbly and sweet" .............i've been called out
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lame sappy tree-hugger piece of trash who spends too much time on Pinterest and/or clicking thru haute couture collections oops

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Eleanor didn't pretend that she couldn't hear the others' thoughts. "A walking bundle of frills, hmm, Miss Hendrix?" she giggled happily, though there was a dangerous gleam in her chocolate-brown eyes. "I suppose that's rather accurate," she said, stroking her bladed fan. There was enough lace to conceal the blades themselves, but one could surmise that the Victorian fan was more than what it appeared to be by Eleanor's sugar-sweet grin.

And yes, let the games begin indeed, she said to herself.

Next, Joseph Mikkish Callahan-who insisted that she call him Mikkish rather than Mr. Callahan, as improper as that was-thought that she was a 'snob'. Well, I cannot blame him, she admitted silently. People who are not as powerful as I am tend to place more value in the second-rate products that they find so fine. It's no fault of theirs, really, but a fault of their...circumstances, which they have failed to change. Hmm. So I suppose it is indeed their fault! No matter.

"I'm glad that you find my distaste so amusing, Mikkish," Eleanor said sweetly, imagining what it would feel like to rake her bladed fan across his face or stab one of her hairpin-daggers into those eyes that reminded her way too much of the plantation owner she'd married. Or, better yet, what it would feel like to sink her fangs into his warm neck and suck the life out of him, the way that she had with that plantation owner. George was his name, was it not? He was charming enough, until he started complaining that I was spending too much money. What a bore. And I must admit that his southern accent did become irritating after awhile. It was not very hard to kill him. He was surprised, yes, and he fought back, of course, but that's just what humans do. Humans; they're so weak. Mages, for that matter, are only slightly better. Where they lack in weakness they more than make up for in ego.

And then there was Clayton. Eleanor perked up at the enmity in between him and Mikkish that she could sense without even attempting to use her abilities. Oooh, Mikkish is very obviously angry at this Clayton McDougal. This shall be interesting! Very interesting indeed.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. McDougal," Eleanor responded sweetly, flashing him a winning smile with a flip of her glossy caramel waves. Very emotionless man, is he not? Hmph. Those are such a bore.
I will move the actual plot, but first I am working on Clayton's CS. He is an actual character of mine so please no controlling, auto-hitting, or killing him.


got it :)
Eleanor wrinkled her nose disdainfully at the sight of the old mansion. It was obviously beginning to fall into a state of disrepair, as evidenced by the peeling paint and vines crawling up the foundations. This had better be worth my time, she thought. I cancelled a pedicure just for this Mr. Callahan! Eleanor flicked an invisible speck of dirt off of her satin gloves as she continued up the front walk, heels click-clacking against the ground.

Eleanor wore a pale, dusty pink dress with lace at the hem and at the collar, as well as at the ends of the sleeves. A riot of ruffles ran across the skirt, and a thin leather belt was cinched at Eleanor's waist. Her caramel-colored hair had been carefully arranged into precise waves earlier that day, but the damn humidity was undoing all of the hairstylist's impeccable work. She'd gotten her nails done two days ago-she'd opted for French nails, as usual, and she had them painted a light rose pink to match her dress. However, her nails were currently concealed by a pair of lovely, pristine white satin gloves. A hint of blush graced her cheeks, which had been contoured to emphasize her high cheekbones, and Eleanor had decided to go with lip gloss instead of her typical choice of lipstick. She wore mascara and eyeliner, though not as much as she usually wore, and soft grey eye shadow topped off the ensemble. Of course, Eleanor was wearing a pair of spiky heels (white pumps with bows on the straps this time, and though they appeared to be more fitting for a young girl than a vampire of eight hundred and two years, the heels were just as sharp as any other pair of shoes that Eleanor owned), and a small dagger was concealed in her bodice. She carried one of her favorite bladed fans-a white lace one from her marriage to Mr. Stanpoth that complemented the rest of her outfit perfectly-and a white leather handbag that held lipstick, a compact mirror, and a gun.

Eleanor had impulsively decided to wear a jaunty little hat decorated with cloth flowers and a small bit of netting that was reminiscent of Victorian England before she set off for the mansion. It was the color of cotton candy and fresh cream, and it matched her jacket, which was cream-colored and featured puffy sleeves similar to those of princess-dresses in children's storybooks.

Eleanor carefully made her way up to the front door, her eyes scanning the area and her mind reaching out to see if anybody else was there as well. If this is some sort of trap, I shall be extremely cross with Mr. Callahan, Eleanor decided. The humidity is ruining my hair and there's dirt everywhere. Does this man not know the meaning of basic hygiene?

The insides of the mansion were no better than the outside. It was dark, though that was of no concern to Eleanor-she was a vampire, after all-but goodness gracious, everything was filthy!

Eleanor arrived at the dining room. Her eyes immediately went to the blonde man sitting at the head of the long table. Eleanor herself took a seat across from a woman with white hair and ice-blue eyes.

Joseph Mikkish Callahan began to speak in a deep voice that held a hint of a southern drawl. Eleanor found southern drawls to be very charming, having spent time in the American south during the mid-nineteenth century after marrying a wealthy plantation owner when he was visiting England and coming to America to live in his lavish estate. Of course, not three years had passed before Eleanor had drank the man dry and sold all his assets (including the beautiful house, as much as she hated to do so), taken the money, and left.

Their host mentioned fighting the cults. Eleanor blinked innocently at him, though her mind was racing ahead.

Fought the cult? More like... disposed of a cult. A fight implies that both sides have an equal chance of winning, does it not? They killed my dear little Melissa, so I killed them. End of the story. I have to say, though, their blood was some of the best that I've tasted since Spain. Perhaps I should kill more of these cultists. It would get me out of Mr. Callahan's dreadful old home, and I do enjoy the taste of their blood.

Eleanor reached out and listened to what they were thinking. Joseph Callahan was enjoying the red wine, which he thought was rather expensive. Eleanor had to stifle a giggle at that. The wine was expensive? It was second-rate, at best. Eleanor hadn't had wine so cheap since New York City, and that was only because there was a massive shortage of finer alcoholic beverages. These days, though, Eleanor preferred champagne; the best champagne that money could buy.

The elemental mage who could control ice sat stoically, her eyes practically burning. Eleanor resisted the urge to roll her eyes. What in the world is she so worked up about? Indeed, the woman had just thought about pulling out her crossbow and shooting the wine glass out of the other mage's hand. Now, that's not very polite, is it? thought Eleanor. It would be terribly rude to interrupt, and think of how the wine would stain his clothing. Although I wouldn't mind the spectacle. It would certainly be quite amusing.

Their host suggested that they introduce themselves. Eleanor pointedly ignored the wine that he offered, instead focusing her attention on the blue-eyed woman. She told their host that her name was Rowan Hendrix, and that she was a cryomancer who'd fought the cults on the island and in the Rockies.

Eleanor went next. "I am Eleanor Fife-Stanpoth," she began, flashing the pair a warm smile. "Before I begin, I would like to thank Mr. Callahan for kindly hosting us in his...home, as well as for the generous offer of wine," Eleanor went on, subtle inflections of her voice hinting at what she truly thought of the mansion and the wine. "And what do I bring to the table, Mr. Callahan?" Eleanor paused and placed her index finger on her chin and looked up at the ceiling, as if she was deep in thought. "Well, I am sure that you are aware of my true nature, as well as my other abilities, or why else would I be here?" she giggled, as if any other idea was completely absurd.

"No, Mr. Callahan, I am certain that you already know, but for Miss Hendrix's sake, I shall humor you. I am, ah, a telepath, and I can most certainly provide assistance if I deem it worth my time. Oh, and a vast array of cosmetics and high heels, if any of you have interest in that sort of thing." Eleanor gave him a sickly sweet smile. "Yes, please do make this worth my time, Mr. Callahan," she finished, giggling slightly, though if one looked hard enough, they would be able to detect a dangerous gleam in Eleanor's wide brown eyes.
Posted my character! I tried to stay true to the 'horrible people' theme, lol
currently working on cs. I am aiming to have it up either today or tomorrow
@mnkee OMG i love it (and it's much better than what i could come up with hahaha)
I have way too much time on my hands



@Lady Amalthea


@NarcissisticPotato


@mskennedy615


@mnkee


@OfWindAndRain


@RomanAria


@Neno 1445


lmao apologizing in advance if some of these aren't exactly accurate the options can be rather limited on these dollmakers :D
@MikkishtheLeprechaun got it thank you! I should have a cs up sometime soon
Mai Mei of Liang


Mai smiled politely in response to Elizaveta's words, returning the Grand Duchess's nod as she turned to speak to her betrothed. Then, Princess Raven, their host, proposed a slumber party.

A slumber party? Mai thought incredulously, though her expression remained unchanged. Goodness gracious. Are we a group of thirteen-year-old girls? Is a slumber party not rather...improper, for women of our standing? What would the nobility at court back in Liang say if they learned that I had attended a slumber party? Would they themselves label it improper and use it as a weapon to denounce my uncle's rule?

To an outsider, the thoughts that ran through Mai's head could have been taken as a sign of her haughtiness, but in truth, Mai was very much concerned about how others perceived her. Could her actions-attending or not attending a slumber party, in this case-potentially threaten her uncle's precarious hold on the throne? If I do indeed attend, I will most likely be labeled as 'un-royal' and maybe even unfit to rule. If I do not attend, I am not certain of what the Liangii nobility will think, but I am almost certain that the royalty present in Aciras will think that I feel somehow 'above' or 'superior' to them. That is not what I want to be doing. Mai carefully weighed her options before answering Princess Raven.

"I would love to attend the slumber party, Princess Raven," answered Mai in a pleasant voice, a soft smile gracing lipstick-coated lips. "Please, do provide some more details. I would love to know what time and where we shall be meeting for the slumber party." Mai figured that the slumber party would be as good of a time as any to observe and analyze the other princesses. If both Elizaveta and Caterina were attending as well, perhaps she could properly determine what the relationship in between the two was at this point in time. Maybe the information would come in handy sometime in the future. As much as Mai hoped that nothing would come of the potential conflict in between the two, she could never be sure. If it comes down to Caterina against Elizaveta, who would I side with? Mai wondered. I would most likely remain neutral, but I think that if I were not a princess, I would side with Elizaveta. After all, Prince Nikolai is her betrothed, and Caterina is betrothed to somebody else. In any case, I suppose all I can do is simply hope that nothing happens where I would have to pick a side. That would be a nightmare.

Just then, Prince Henry of Elaniel wandered into the dining room, still in his pajamas. Mai would have gaped at him in disbelief if she was not so used to keeping her face neutral. Oh my heavens. What is he doing? Why is he not...dressed? Mai glanced at Princess Feora of Wulfswinth out of the corner of her eye, gauging the other princess's reaction. She looked...dismayed? Surprised? Maybe just a tiny bit embarrassed? As Mai watched, Princess Feora abruptly turned her back to him. If that was Zhou, I would have done the same. Fortunately, Mai's cousin was not present at the moment to make a fool of himself.

"H-hello," Prince Henry greeted as he passed the knot of people standing near the door. Mai greeted him with a polite smile, though it did not appear like Prince Henry saw. Instead, he headed straight for the food. Mai imperceptibly arched an eyebrow, her expression carefully arranged in one of slight amusement as Prince Henry progressed across the room.

Mai's mild surprise transformed into downright disbelief as he finally noticed what he was doing and grabbed Princess Feora by the hand before dragging her out the door. Goodness gracious. I do not know how Princes Feora will react to that. Not very well, I assume. She doesn't seem like the type to be pushed around by anybody, let alone her future husband.

Mai sighed inwardly and turned back to the other princes and princesses. Many interesting things had already happened, and it was only day two. Who could say what events would transpire over the course of the next few months?
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