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There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Shitty post is shitty but w/e. I'll be more inspired next time, sorry!

And Solomon better realize that Gale is a pretty frigid woman. ;)

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Gale was soon pushed up into the boat by the crowd behind her, but something pulled her attention back to shore. The sounds of animals, dogs to be exact, an entire army filled with barks and growls. As soon as she was on deck and everyone went about, examining the boat, she stepped over to watch with intense interest as her new master ran to speak with a person, as well as play around with what seemed to be a dozen dogs. It was rather out of character to see him hug a man and barely stand thanks to six dogs clawing at his legs, and Gale suddenly felt as though she had some dirt on the poor cap'n.

'Wow,' she thought, leaning forward against the wooden rails with a wide smirk on her face, 'from up here he seems almost friendly.' Gale stood back and turned away as soon as the two men broke apart and Deren returned with some instructions, not as confident as he was just a few minutes before. She listened intently, leaning back while her eyes traced the panels of the deck and her brain memorized everything about the quarters and kitchen and questions.

No questions were asked. Okay. As soon as Gale felt the terrifying gaze of her master vanish she glanced up and watched silently as the crew began to disperse, most going to claim some hammocks while others began to explore the ship. Gale had no reason to do either; with no personal belongings to bring down and a lack of interest in the kitchen and wherever else they were allowed to venture to she just simply stood and watched, pale eyes bright with interest. What a strange group they had, though one in particular had caught her curiosity before. A familiar name that had been announced by someone she couldn't see. Caelyn. Gale rubbed the back of her head and groaned as she tried to remember where that name had come from, but soon gave up after she realized that there was still a burlap sack beside her foot. Right, food for dinner tonight. Might wanna leave that in the kitchen. Gale slowly lifted the bag up and flung it over her shoulder once more, starting towards the door that the drunk, stout man had said was the kitchen. The sun's heat bared down on the boat's deck, beating off the deep colored wood and Gale felt her shoulders blare with pain as the tightly wound fabric of the sack dug into the skin, leaving a white mark. She pushed open the kitchen door without a second thought, but quickly regretted it as soon as she heard voices. Two of the crew, a man with auburn hair and a man with a deep voice, were chatting.

Ignore them for now. It's hot.

Gale pushed the door all the way open, bowing her head in a silent 'sorry' as she wandered over to an almost empty space and placed the bag down on top. Vegetables and change scattered across, and Gale took a few extra moments to organize everything before turning to leave, not wanting to bother the two already chatting. Though, there was a bit of reluctance to return outside, as her shoulders were now very obviously burnt. If only she had some ointment... Ah well. With a final nod of the head, Gale was outside once again, and she moved quickly to the closest shaded spot beneath the main sails. With nothing to do and no instructions fro Deren, Gale was left with some time to relax and mill around, and with that final thought she took a seat, back against the mast, and closed her eyes.

Just a quick nap. God knows I won't be getting any sleep on the open sea.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Day 1
Place:
Main School Building; Opening Ceremony
Mood:
Nervous

'Alone'

Hitori sat in complete and utter silence among the mass of children, eyes locked on those giving speeches but not exactly seeing or hearing any of them. There were whispers surrounding her, teens muttering sweet nothing's and stupid jokes to their friends or seat neighbors, all typically unaware of each others inner turmoil and nervousness. Hitori knew they were all unaware, because if they did notice someone might speak up about her fright in particular. While her face was blank, just a bit pale, and her posture was straight, inside she was churning. Worry turned to panic in her head, panic into trouble breathing, which was calmed by nails digging into her thigh. This cycle continued over and over, and the more she began to panic the more white lines were clawed into the pale flesh underneath her school skirt. Pain distracted her for a moment. Distractions...

Hitori shifted slightly, hands curling into two small fists as she began staring holes into her lap, thinking about her arrival to this strange school. Just a week ago, she had been deemed suitable for school by the always kind therapist, Ms. Rin, but there was a catch. Or, rather, another option that was sort of forced on Hitori (much like therapy and that one year in the damnable psych ward), and that option was this school. Yamaku Academy, a school for the disabled, and Hitori wasn't exactly too keen on it. Her reason for that was these teens probably had REAL problems; missing arms and eyes and muteness, nothing like her stupid, self-destroying illness, but Ms. Rin insisted, saying that the calming environment will probably be beneficial. So, just yesterday she was put on a train with her few belongings, a number and address for a new therapist that was closer to the school, school supplies, and about twenty pill bottles. She arrived late, around seven at night, and was quickly ushered into a dorm room to unpack and get some rest for the first day. Everything, at first, was all new and exciting and even frightening, but Hitori actually found herself feeling peaceful already, and as soon as she was unpacked and changed she went out like a light.

And then she woke up, and everything was a mess. Her head was aching, excitement and nervousness swirled like a vortex in her chest, causing her breath to catch from time and time again. She downed three different pills, remembering one started with an "a" and the other with an "o", and while they did help calm her it was not enough, so wandering through the large halls of the main building was a rather nerve-racking experience, and now she was here, scratching canals into her thigh while some teacher she didn't notice spoke about memories. Pain helped, yes, but there was something else that couldn't be stopped by drawing blood. Something she felt that was stronger then her anxiety and pain, and that was her feeling of isolation. Being surrounded yet alone. Being spoken about ("Did you see the new girl?" "I wonder why she's here!") but not spoken too. Hitori smiled, a small, lonely smile, eyes dull with lack of focus as her nails slowly dug tightly into the soft skin once more with intent, and then something brushed passed her leg and jolted her from her own brain. Everyone was moving, getting up to leave for homeroom, and Hitori drew her dark eyes up to the stage once more, taking note of the pretty girl in glasses before getting up as well, hurrying out of the room. Chatter filled the hall air, much like pink petals did outside, and together it sounded like a chorus of white noise with laughter strewn in between. Hitori wandered within the crowd, long hair swaying around her hips as she followed after her class, back to the homeroom they had started in just a few minutes before the whole opening ceremony. Now, she was beginning to catch her breath and calm down, perhaps the pills finally took effect? Or maybe getting out of the crowd was helping ease her nervousness, she wasn't exactly sure, all Hitori knew was that she suddenly felt...

Okay.

Hitori began to smile again, pushing back a strand of black hair before lifting her head higher, confidence returning. It's just the first day, yes, friends will come, no one knows anything about you, no gossip yet. Suddenly, her once bleak mind was filled with hope and cheeriness, and Hitori's face broke into a wide, friendly grin, taking much wider strides until she was ahead of the rest, and then finally in the simple class room once again. Without missing a beat, she returned to her seat, humming a cheery tune as she resettled into the plain wooden desk and awaited the arrival of the other students.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Hitori is officially done aaay. Also, I'm gonna make a guess and assume that all (player) students in the same grade are in the same homeroom, right?

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Great! Ill have a post up by the end of today. UwU

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

She's done.

Hitori Ito

Name:
Hitori Ito

Age:
16

Grade (9-12):
11

Disability:
Borderline Personality Disorder

Personality:
Hitori is best described as bright yet very troubled. She is generally quiet in a public setting, but not exactly shy or scared, in fact, Hitori loves to surround herself with people. From friends to bed mates, she just can't get enough of others, and when with someone she is extremely friendly and kind. Tries her best to appear normal, though her disorder becomes much more obvious to those who grow closer to her. Very studious, if not out and about she is someplace sunny, reading book after book after book with not much care about anything going on around her. Open minded and stubborn, Hitori isn't afraid to speak up for her rights and the rights if others if she needs too, and will fight back if challenged. Mischievous, and a fan of pranks and jokes, Hitori loves to cause a bit of ruckus every once and while for various reasons. And what she does best is smile. Hitori, no matter what, will always try to keep smiling, even during one of her emotional scenes.

Sadly, her BPD has slowly taken over her once much cheerier demeanor, meaning that she has very intense mood swings and experiences emotions much deeper then most, which could be good or bad depending on the exact mood. Hitori is extremely unsure of what she wants in life and has at times thought of herself as empty or lost when alone. While Hitori is often exceptionally cheerful and loving she is easily overwhelmed by negative emotions, experiencing grief instead of sadness, rage instead of mild anger and panic instead of nervousness, among other things. She is especially sensitive to feelings of rejection, isolation and perceived failure, and must be watched carefully after an extremely upsetting event as it is extremely possible for her to shut down complete. Very irritable, it's best not to annoy her as an angry Hitori isn't exactly a pretty one, as she is prone to fits of intense anger. Has been called promiscuous by both her family and her old doctor, and this has obviously offended her, but it is sort of true. Hitori has shown that she is extremely impulsive, and when she is intense emotional pain she ends up flirting and maybe even sleeping with other people to relieve it, but then she often feels intense pain afterwards, which leads to more impulsive behavior. It's a never ending, extremely unhealthy cycle. She is prone to dysphoria, despite being mostly joyful, and has had moments of feeling fragmented or self destructive.

Background:
All that is known so far is that Hitori's family wasn't the best, something traumatic happened to her at the age of twelve, and Hitori was then sent to live in a foster home, then a psychiatric hospital, then another foster home, and finally the Academy. (Will be delved into)

Other Info:
Theme
Is an exceptional writer and has a bright imagination; possibly wants to be an author in the future. Excels in Japanese, Art classes, and English. Has glasses she normally wears when reading or in class, and she hates them with a passion. Spends most of her time outside reading, therapy, or in the library.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Jeez, you guys sure are chatty. That's not exactly a bad thing, though. (: All of the characters are really good, btw, I really hope I get to play with y'all.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Wondering if this is still open? I would really love to make a character with BPD. (Borderline Personality Disorder)

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Never thought I'd be smelling something like this again.

Salt water crashed against the docks and shore and rocks below, sending up mist that coated the air and filled it with a sickly-sweet scent of fish and sand. The sky above was bright and blue, inspired by the sea below, and dotted with wispy white clouds and sunlight beat down against the bare-shoulders of the tall slave, who was currently hauling over the last of the items she was instructed to gather by her new owner. Gale's new owner was the captain of a ship, a piratey-looking ship that she wasn't exactly looking forward to riding, and to be honest the whole ordeal was making her rather moody. And right now, as she stood just a few feet away from a group of blokes who stared up at that Deren Anjora like he was the son of a God with a sack of vegetables and meat that she would most likely have to whip into a meal for all of them, her mood couldn't be worse.The man, Deren, had bought her just a day before, after the long journey she had made from Ceirn to Fruwin (which was mostly spent curled up in the corner of a large but tightly packed wooden cart) and to be honest Gale couldn't think of a worse man who could have bought her. He seemed vain and loud, and once she was at his side she was put to work without even an hour of rest, which didn't leave her with a good impression. Also, he was the CAPTAIN of a PIRATE SHIP. And Gale wasn't exactly fond of rocking boats and not being on land and being surrounded by strangers who may or may not kill and eat her in her sleep like the damned criminals they are.

Gale approached the crowd with her head held high, eyes narrowed, not the usual posture of a slave girl, and shouldered through the mass of bodies until she was in the front row. The large, brown satchel that was slung over her should was beginning to fell heavy and she would love to just fling it up at the stupid captain on the ship, but something made her stop. Perhaps it was his downward gaze at the crowd, or the fact that others were speaking and he was simply listening politely, or maybe it was the people themselves who seemed much more humane then Gale had imagined them to be, but whatever it was was making Gale suddenly very self-conscious. She lowered her gaze, allowing her body to step back a bit, and she sighed. Many of these people could be actually nice, and causing a scene won't make her time on this ship any less dreadful, and besides, she didn't really have any reason to embarrass her master. It's not like he beat her yet. So, Gale decided to act politely for once in her life and backed down, listening quietly as everyone began to introduce themselves.

The first man to do so was someone named Nëis Leider, and just glancing at him made Gale feel a bit uncomfortable. He reminded her of one of the folks in the market place you should never approach, a criminal, like she feared. The next was Alexandér Banniir, and while she couldn't get a good look at him his voice sounded friendly, and that was good enough for now. Hopefully the good people will out weigh the bad. Next came Azren Dwillen, who didn't say much after his name and was close enough for Gale to glance at. He seemed young, not very menacing, and that again reassured her that not all of the people coming aboard were criminals.

Silence then took the group, voices replaced by the crash of waves below and the harsh gusts of sea wind, and Gale allowed herself to calm down and relax. She slowly let the satchel full of cooking supplies to fall to her feet, rolling her shoulder to remove the cricks that had formed, and still, no one spoke. Quiet, quiet. How boring. Finally, on a sudden whim of wanting to be apart of the fun of introduction as well, she raised her hand and waved,

"I'm Gale Crain. Let's get along." she smirked up at Deren, then glanced behind to give friendly smiles to the group. Better to start of kind then awkward, that's for sure.

Warren Horrors

Name:
Sybil Barwicke

Gender:
Female

Age:
Eighteen

Appearance:
A rather pretty girl, Sybil is mostly known for her lovely blonde hair and her strange, mystical, and maybe even witchy eyes. She stands at about 5'10 and is thin and lanky, mostly due to her diet of whatever father is growing on his farm. Her face is square-ish and pale, which are showed off in full form thanks to Sybil's mother, who believes that a woman's hair should never cover the face at all. And so, the thick, white-blonde hair of her's is normally curled up tightly behind her head in a flat bun. Sybil's lips are somewhat large and always curled into a pout, while her nose is small and rounded. Her eyes seem to be blue-gray, and almost have a silvery appearance to them. Normally seen wearing the usual puritan outfit for a maiden.

Personality:
Sybil is timid, to say the least. Her family's rather pushy attitude towards everything had a negative effect on the poor girl, and she lost her ability to speak up for herself and instead became someone who simply followed the rules, despite her utter hate for most of them. She is extremely quiet and polite in public, only speaking when spoken to and even if that happens it is with short sentences. Because of her soft-spoken nature, though, Sybil has gained somewhat of an air of mystery to her. Whether that is a good or bad thing is entirely undecided, though, as many people in Warren are rather scared of mysterious things. When alone (or with a close friend or her sister) she is a bit more open, which shows in her imaginative stories and endless curiosity that can sometimes lead to trouble. Surprisingly, Sybil is somewhat mischievous, and loves to play pranks on the other villagers when she is sure no one is watching, and she also sometimes steals glances into her father's books to read about leadership and other things that women were not apart of. Sybil is also very, very stubborn when it comes to certain things, especially if it concerns her rights, and even though it would be rude to speak up against it she does show her distaste through exaggerated facial expressions and refusal to move or speak until she gets what she wants. She is also somewhat moody, and can have mood swings that range from being content one second to full on quietly screaming the next. No one, not even Sybil herself, knows what caused these swings, but it's best to stay calm when they happen as the worse moods pass quickly. Her imagination is also rather large, and Sybil has plenty of stories and dreams to share with her older sister, Truth, who is more then happy to listen. Very studious, and is extremely interested in books of all kind and writing (has a stash of writings and a few, not-so-religious books she had managed to get her hands on under her bed). Normally keeps journals about her dreams, most of which are very well detailed.

Background:
Sybil was born into a hard-working farming family, just five years after her older sister, Truth. Her mother, Maria, and father, Joseph, were very much in control of the household, and both were rather pushy towards their children. Church this, school that, there was no time for breaks. Both daughters were forced into the seamstress life, taught not to complain, and slowly they began to grow apart from their parents. Began to become more secretive, willing yet mischievous behind closed doors. Consequently, that meant the sisters became much closer. They spoke often and enjoyed each others company, despite their obvious personality differences. Sybil was quiet, Truth was a well-known gossiper, Sybil was studious and Truth could care less about books, but despite all this they are still as close as two sisters can be.

When Sybil was younger, she used to dream often. The dreams were rather obscure but somewhat symbolic, and even now she could remember some of the things that went on. As she grew up, though, she began to remember her dreams less and less, but they continued either way. She has recently began to keep dream journals in hope that perhaps she'll begin to dream more frequently once again.

The Barwicke family has been rather quiet about the prospect of witches, but there has been rather scary gossip about the eldest sister, Truth...