EchoicChamber

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@AngelofOctober That's really messed up. I'm sorry to hear that, Angel. People donating expired food to food pantries seems like it's just a means for people to get old food off their hands, which is an incredibly awful way of treating the system. :/

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@Akayaofthemoon Water parks are always fun! Glad to hear that you had a good time. c:

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@Akayaofthemoon A bit bored, but pretty good overall, haha. Drinking some coffee. How about you?

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Percival Pelacour

“Ladies and gents, the show’s just begun!”

Name:
Percival Rowan Pelacour

Aliases:
Percy, Pierrot

Age:
19

Description:
Clocking in at an even 6’2”, calling Percival “noticeable” would be a severe understatement. With vibrant blue eyes, a bird’s nest of orange hair, and a grin that could aptly be described as “shit eating”, the young man gives off the impression that he’s planning some sort of mischief even when his mind is far from it. He has a penchant for clothing that’s a bit harder on the eyes, with his favorite outfit consisting of deep blue pants, leather boots, and a canary yellow jacket that he often wears like a cape. After starting the PHOBIA treatments, Percival has adopted a few unsettling aspects to his appearance. A certain hungry look in his eyes, for one. Unnaturally pale skin.

The razor sharp fangs that now line his mouth might also have something to do with the effect, as well.

Phobi-ablility:
Coulrophobia, the Fear of Clowns

- Incredibly flexible, to the point of putting most professional acrobats to shame. This goes beyond just plain contortionist skills, however, as he can easily fold himself into spaces where no ordinary human could be expected to fit- these include vents, cups, suitcases, and, of course, tiny cars. Percival also displays a knack for balancing on things.

- Access to a personal hammerspace via his sleeves, pockets, boots, or most anywhere out of sight that he can stick his hand in. This hammerspace grants him, among other things, a comically oversized mallet, pie, a unicycle, and balloons. It's also possible for him to store objects in this space, although, if asked, Percival will admit that he has no idea where the things go, or where they come from in the first place.

- Can weaponize magic tricks.

- Has a mouth filled with sharp, razorlike teeth, and an increased jaw strength. While this allows him to bite and tear into things quite easily, it also leads to Percival biting his own mouth often.

Personality:
Percival is, put simply, quite the personality. For all of his annoyance with the powerset he developed, the young man certainly acts the part of a clown, joking constantly and keeping up an enthusiastic, over-the-top air almost constantly. His fondness for theatrics and dramatic flair can be...quite grating to some, but in the case that one has a thick enough skin to put up with his joking, Percy can be surprisingly friendly.
Beneath his cheery persona, however, Percival is somewhat bitter about his circumstances, and can quickly sober up when the need comes for it.

Relations:
Indigo (Twin Sister), Caroline (adopted younger sister), Soren (adopted father), TBA

Backstory:
Percival and Indigo were the result of a pregnancy between two people who were, quite frankly, unprepared to have children. They were given up for adoption soon after birth, and, two years later, were taken in by a gentle bakery owner by the name of Soren Pelacour. Soren, having always wanted children, had been unable to have his own, and was delighted to take in the two in, although the two quickly wound up becoming a handful with their combined rambunctiousness. That didn’t stop Soren from taking yet another child in once the two had turned twelve, and that certainly didn’t stop the family from becoming incredibly close-knit through the years.

By the time Percy had graduated high school, he had set his eyes on becoming a famous actor one day. While a somewhat difficult choice in career to follow, he was nevertheless supported, and was accepted into a small arts oriented university close to home. Before he could make much progress in his studies, however, the family began to fall on hard times. It became more and more difficult for a small bakery to compete with its larger rivals, and the Pelacours were only just able to scrape by with what loyal customers it could find. Eventually, in desperation to support his family, Percival dropped out of college and signed up for the PHOBIA program. While dangerous, it certainly paid well, and getting some neat superpowers out of the deal just seemed like icing on the cake.

Of course, it also hadn’t been the powerset of a clown that Percival had expected to get.

Theme:
This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race

One of the few perks about Percival's new powers is the fact that he no longer has to fear being eaten by sharks. He tastes too funny, after all.

Dawn Memoli

“Dream of a better tomorrow.”

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Name:
Dawn Evelyn Memoli

Aliases:
TBA

Age:
23

Description:
Clocking in at roughly 4 foot 9 inches in boots, and without much muscle mass to speak of, Dawn isn’t exactly the most imposing figure around. Her face is soft and open, with ash-grey eyes and light skin. Her hair is black and thick, and Dawn has grown it to her hips- although, as a result, she has developed a habit of styling it in a side plait to keep it out of the way most of the time.
Dawn usually tries to “dress to impress”, donning skirts, tights, cardigans and flats to work and throughout everyday life. Winter sees her swapping to a modest sweater and slacks, and warm seasons have her lose the cardigan entirely. In more casual settings, she’ll don a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, but there’s one constant throughout many of her wardrobe changes- a hat. Regardless of setting, she’ll often be found wearing a hat of some kind, although her apparent favorite is a black sunhat.

Phobi-ablility:
Oneirophobia, the Fear of Dreaming

- Can create vivid illusions and hallucinations.

- Has the power to enter the dreams of other people, and alter them if desired. It's also possible for her to drag other sleepers into her own dreamworld, although the effect only lasts for as long as both parties are asleep.

- Can manifest tulpas, or thoughtforms, in the real world to serve as her familiars. While these creatures are bound to Dawn, and are naturally protective of their host, they have a minor level of sentience and often act independently of Dawn's orders. These tulpas tend to vary, but, due to being drawn from her dreams and nightmares, are often recurring.

Personality:
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft spoken and polite towards strangers and friends alike. She tends to be quite protective and maternal towards friends of hers, and makes an effort to grant a level of respect to most. However, while friendly and slower to anger than some, she is not necessarily a yes-woman- oftentimes, when made annoyed by someone or a situation, her irritation will manifest itself as a dry sort of humor and a somewhat snarky commentary. This humor tends to be present regardless, however. When genuinely angered, Dawn grows calm to the point of frigidity, becoming vengeful and keeping her grudges close at hand.

While Dawn attempts to stay composed and professional for the most part, she can quickly become flustered if the right buttons are pressed.

Relations:
Allen (older brother), Darrien (father), Lyla (mother), TBA

Backstory:
Born the second child of an teacher father and a lawyer mother, Dawn’s early life was generally quite pleasant. The family resided in the suburbs, and, while not rich, had enough money to live comfortably. By all accounts, she was a happy child, with little to worry about.

Except for the dreams.

Dawn was plagued by nightmares and sleep paralysis, and there was hardly a night where her rest went undisturbed. It got to the point where she refused to sleep for as long as possible, sobbing when she was sent to bed, and clawing and hitting herself to keep from falling asleep. The condition only worsened after a favored uncle died, a soldier taken by the line of work. She was eventually put into therapy, and, while it helped to alleviate the worst of it, the dreams never truly stopped.

Upon becoming an adult, Dawn made the decision to go into law enforcement, hoping to protect innocent people in the same way as her departed uncle. She had just obtained her Bachelor’s degree when she heard word of the PHOBIA project. While initially hesitant, she eventually signed up for the job, deciding that using her nightmares to achieve her dream of doing good in the world was an opportunity to at least look into.

Theme:
Through the Valley

Dawn once dreamed that someone was shouting "On your marks...get set..." She woke with a start.

Here's both of my characters again. c:

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@Midnight Howl@Akayaofthemoon Yo, I was talking to one of my friends about the roleplay, and she expressed interest in it. She wanted me to tell y'all that she'll be starting university again, so she won't be having much free time until after the weekened, but she might be interested in making an Alice that works at the twins' bistro potentially. Nothing set in stone yet, of course, but yeah, she just wanted for me to give you guys a heads up. :)

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@SouffleGirl123 It's like when you fix a block in a pipe.
There's nothing at first, and then a huge burst of water that likely winds up splashing you in the face.
Except in this case it's people and not water.

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Dawn Memoli

Name:
Dawn Evelyn Memoli

Nicknames:
N/A

Gender:
Female

Age:
23

Appearance:
Standing at 4’9”, and with a rather petite frame, Dawn isn’t the exactly the most physically imposing figure out there. Her face is soft and wan, with ash-grey eyes and pale skin. She has thick black hair grown out to her hips, and, as such, tends to keep it styled in a neat side-plait to keep it out of her way for the most part.
Dawn prefers to “dress to impress” for the most part, wearing neatly pressed skirts, cardigans, and a pair of flats to work, and, while somewhat more casual in her dress in her everyday life, still keeps up an air of cleanly-kept professionalism. Together with a wide-brimmed hat, and the rather dark hues of her preferred outfits, it’s not uncommon for her to look like she’s off on her way to a funeral some days.

Personality:
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft-spoken and polite towards friends and strangers alike. She attempts to be respectful towards most by default- until they merit otherwise, that is- and, around friends, will often break out of her usual somber personality and act much more openly lively. In addition, while usually composed and naturally serious, she will often become flustered if taken aback or embarrassed. She tends to have a rather dry sense of humor for the most part, and becomes frigid to the point of holding long-lasting grudges when genuinely angered.

While Dawn has a strong code of ethics, she is also a woman of logic and her own observations. When an unfamiliar situation arises, she will often do her best to wrap her head about it, asking questions or simply watching to gain information.

History:
Dawn’s upbringing was a simple one. The second child of a teacher and a lawyer, the family lived comfortably in the northern borders of America. It was a peaceful enough existence, even if she was somewhat sickly as a child. However, when she was eleven, her older brother, Allen, made the decision to leave home with a nest’s egg of cash at his disposal. As the child had already grown up into a wild playboy, this decision only served to isolate him further from the rest of the family. He had contacted Dawn after a few years, and while the two have remained in touch throughout the years, their relationship has been somewhat strained.

In the absence of one of their children, Dawn’s parents quickly shifted what expectations they had placed upon Allen onto her. She was pushed further and further to achieve within her classes, leaving her with little time to do much otherwise. While stressful, Dawn did her best to manage, and graduated from high school only to immediately submerge herself in college. She graduated at twenty with a degree in Criminal Justice, and, although originally interested in continuing college to become a lawyer, decided to become a private investigator instead, having been inspired by her late uncle. Her life was always carefully calculated, and the grim, analytical nature she inherited from her parents served her well in her new job. A good life, and one that she had only begun to taste.

Falling into Wonderland wasn’t something that she had planned for.

During one of her cases, Dawn was investigating the old property of her employer when she came across a withered old door that didn’t...quite seem to lead to anywhere, really. Shining a light into it did nothing, and, deciding not to step into the void and risk falling to her death, she turned- only to find herself unable to. Shoved into the doorway by some invisible force, Dawn was transported to Wonderland, a world where all logic was turned on its head.

Job:
None at the moment, is currently searching for one.

Previous Occupation:
Private Investigator

Crush:
OPEN

Other:
- Enjoys superhero movies and bad police/crime shows. She’s also a fan of reading cheesy romance novels, but that’s something she keeps to herself.

- Has a, um, a bad habit of "umm"ing in the middle of her sentences. Or pausing abruptly.

Played By:
@EchoicChamber

I decided to make a logical Alice cause I have very little impulse control.

This is also another character that Majora should recognize, haha.

@Akayaofthemoon@Midnight Howl

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@AngelofOctober While I personally don't get triggered by mentions of suicide, I appreciate the fact that you made a warning regardless.

The Runes (In Need of Players!)

“A dagger?” Dawn gave the sword another once over, the sheer size of the thing, then turned back to its wielder. “Your friend is very talented. And I, ah, I doubt that you would be able to keep a weapon looking its best for long. If you’re using it, that is.” A dented, battered weapon was preferable to one neat and polished. It spoke of experience, and experience seemed like the best thing you could possibly have in such a situation. She frowned slightly at Amity’s suggestion as to what Makorai was up to- hopefully, the man wouldn’t be drinking as much once duty called- then glanced over at the Heimdall team, in which one of its members was currently chewing out the rest by the looks of it.

“I’d like that,” Dawn said. Amity drew her attention to the doorway, and, subsequently, the last of their group to show up. Dawn gave Makorai a little wave before settling in to listen to Isa’s presentation, which was focused on the World Eaters- the Jotun, to be exact. She had never seen one from more than a far distance, but she knew the kind quite well. They turned entire buildings into rubble with the same ease as a child playing with a tower of legos. Strong. Swift. Brutal. Unlike herself, however, Dawn soon noticed that some of her fellow Runes appeared to be well-acquainted with the giants. She glanced over at Amity, who seemed to have gone stiff as a board at the mere mention of a Jotun. She recovered soon enough- enough to ask an amiable enough question- but it didn’t go without notice.

“Well,” Dawn said, keeping her voice low so as to not interrupt the presentation, “I was a PI before all this. Rune appeared one day, and, ah, then the Blessed showed up at my apartment a few weeks after that. Not much else to say, I suppose. What about you?”

Not much else aside from the fact that they had not-so subtly “persuaded” her employers to let her go. That had left her with a rather bad taste in her mouth, but there wasn’t much she could do now that all had been said and done. Brushing the thought off, Dawn looked back over at Amity, lips pursed somewhat. “Are you alright?”

Of course, Amity didn’t seem wholly alright, but it was better than saying nothing.

Makorai joined them after not too long, tossing in his own two cents with the ease of someone who seemed entirely unimpressed by the whole routine. Another “veteran” of sorts, if Dawn had to guess. She gave a small smile, waving off Makorai’s offer of drink with one hand. “Too early for me, but thank you.” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest, resting her head against the rugged wall of the gymnasium.

“And while I, ah, can’t give any professional opinion, I’m not sure if you could ask a Jotun any questions if it were to come charging at you first.”

@Kuroakuma@Magister

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@Midnight Howl Yeah, like Angel said, feel free to take your time. c: I don't think any of us mind waiting for you to get rl business out of the way first and foremost.