Whipped up a short one am post for Epsilon, will work on a Cordelia soon enough! Tell me if anyone is working on an Eru post so I don't steamroll or anything.
EchoicChamber
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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone.
I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times.
Yep.
I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone.
I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times.
Yep.
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The Ashland: Epsilon’s House
Whoever these people were, Epsilon mused, they really weren’t cut out for stealth.
There was the sword-surfer, first and foremost, currently waving at her as if they were the best of buds. It actually hadn’t been the hunk of steel he was riding that really caught her attention- stranger things happened out in the ash, after all- but just the fact that his face was so familiar. It was only when the guy tried to slur out speech as he approached that it clicked, Epsilon’s face splitting into a wide grin as it did.
“Yeah, think we have. You’re the guy who tried to slit my throat a while back. How in the hell’ve you been?” The tone of her voice was jovial, as if it was a private joke shared between two close friends than an actual truthful statement. Her gaze travelled lazily to the other guy, next, the one that looked like he stepped straight out of some old science fiction poster. “Cybertech” or something like that. She didn’t really care for collecting that sort of thing, herself, but it fetched a pretty penny in some circles.
Epsilon found herself first taking in the bright green and the whole skate-thing first, and then the man’s face second- or, rather, the boy’s face.
“You’re a kid,” was all she could muster at first.
She blinked, scratching along the side of her jawline.
“Can’t say I ‘xpected this so early in the morning. What can I do you for?” She paused, shaking off some of the ash from her cigarette before bringing it once again to her lips.
Her nostrils flared a little.
@CommisarJhon@Rabidporcupine
@Danvers I noticed something really minor, but I just wanted to point out that Caroline is the daughter of the founder, not a Councillor. c:
@Danvers Yep yep.
@Danvers The other Liberty character is on a mission to retrieve the "kidnapped/missing" daughter of the Founder. Maybe you could talk with his writer about your character accompanying him as backup?
@Danvers That's fine! The character looks good- I don't think she would have been moved around from family to family if she was an orphan, as Liberty has a system for older (non-baby) orphans where they can be trained into model citizen/soldiers, but that's a real minor thing. She's approved otherwise, so feel free to join the Discord! I already have an idea as to help you get into the story, if you're interested.
@Shard I noticed you mentioned magic and the supernatural in some points in your page, which I just wanted want to throw out a reminder about in that magic doesn’t exist really in this canon. Other than that, he’s approved!
Bump! We could use more Ashlanders in particular, but all are welcome. c:
It took only a few pumps for the bucket to be filled. Wiping her forehead, Epsilon picked it up, hefting it into a position best suitable for not letting the contents slosh out and onto the thirsty soil at her feet. She would probably have to go out again a few more times- it wasn’t like they could just switch on a tap and, bippity boppity, they had running water at their fingertips- but Caroline wasn’t exactly strong enough to pump yet, and it wasn’t a backbreaking task. It felt good, too. Nothing to focus on but the feel of metal clasped in her hands, the satisfaction in filling up the bucket, pump by pump.
She was toting the water back inside when she heard the faint sounds of...something. Brows arching, Epsilon turned. There, over the hills, she could make out two distant figures approaching. Blurs, really. She watched for a moment, before shifting the bucket to one arm, putting her fingers to her mouth, and letting out the call of a blackbird. It sounded out into the (relatively) empty clearing, echoing faintly.
There was a pause, then from inside the house, a quiet, clumsy sort of imitation of a loon’s cry.
Ah, Caroline.
Epsilon opened the door of the house just enough to push the water inside, and close it back up again. Delivery made, she leaned against the stone wall of the shack. Her fingers fished around in her pocket for her cigs, eventually finding them along with a battered old lighter. Say what you would about Erubesco and its whole lot, but they made some damn good smokes. She lit one up and brought it to her lips as she watched the figures approach, taking in a leisurely drag.
If she wasn’t keeping an ear out for them, she wouldn’t have even noticed the whispering of little footsteps within the house, darting to and fro.
@Rabidporcupine@CommisarJhon
She was toting the water back inside when she heard the faint sounds of...something. Brows arching, Epsilon turned. There, over the hills, she could make out two distant figures approaching. Blurs, really. She watched for a moment, before shifting the bucket to one arm, putting her fingers to her mouth, and letting out the call of a blackbird. It sounded out into the (relatively) empty clearing, echoing faintly.
There was a pause, then from inside the house, a quiet, clumsy sort of imitation of a loon’s cry.
Ah, Caroline.
Epsilon opened the door of the house just enough to push the water inside, and close it back up again. Delivery made, she leaned against the stone wall of the shack. Her fingers fished around in her pocket for her cigs, eventually finding them along with a battered old lighter. Say what you would about Erubesco and its whole lot, but they made some damn good smokes. She lit one up and brought it to her lips as she watched the figures approach, taking in a leisurely drag.
If she wasn’t keeping an ear out for them, she wouldn’t have even noticed the whispering of little footsteps within the house, darting to and fro.
@Rabidporcupine@CommisarJhon
@Shard We’re always accepting! A knight would be fine.
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