First time making samosas from scratch; also making fried pakoras, fruit salad, and daal. I can't wait to try it all~
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Okowa, the sister of sushi! I got my chicken, my fish, my mushrooms - I'm gonna drown it all in soy sauce-
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Maybe I'll play Cyberpunk 2077 some more. My brother maxed out my character a year and a half ago. Haven't seen him since. Miss him.
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Mica, my pet snail, passed away today. :(
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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
VV-007-G1A-01 | Female | 20 | 5’6 | 128 lbs. | Black Hair | Red Eyes | Pearlescent Skin | Athletic Body Type Caucasian | Pawn Shop Owner | Canada | Ghost Binding
Name / 'Callsign' ((Fill in later)) Barcode: VV-007-G1A-01
'Titles' and 'Nicknames' VV
Warder
Persona ((Fill in later))
Bio/Mech Enhancements Attached Memories ((Fill in later))
Supernatural Abilities 1. Ghost Binding - The ability to absorb a Wild, using their abilities as her own. They must be weakened before being able to bind them to her soul and will. Her first binding is with a shadow entity that can create dark waves and lash out with tentacles.
Attached Memories. 2. She was pressed down on the glass of a counter, threatened by what appeared to be a mafia until she conceeded, saying she would do what they told her to.
She/her | 29 | Japanese | 63 inches | 101 lbs. _______________________________________________ Spite _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents ”Eh, I know a couple things." ___________________________________
Taekwondo Blackbelt ⫻ She has attended a local Taekwondo dojo for the past eight years, earning a black belt. Her classes also cover how to handle a sword. Firearms ⫻ She knows how to aim, reload and use firearms from her dealings in the criminal world. Criminal Connections ⫻ She has criminal connections, able to find her way into near any VIP booth and make those shadowy dealings with the criminals of St. Portwell.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I just count myself lucky."
She's slightly short at 5’3, and built thin with lithe muscle. A runner's body with similar endurance. Taking Taekwondo classes twice a week gave her trim muscle and shaped abs. Due to her abstraction, her eyes slightly glow white, with burning irises. She hides this behind gray contacts. Her hair is dyed white and carefully cared for, often styled in a braid. The bangs often cover her eyes.
She has scratch scars across her back and chest from when she fought in the battles against the Stygian Snake. She has a tattoo of the House of Cards Mafia's skull on her left shoulder. She has a date tattooed on her wrist surrounded in the branches of a Sycamore tree. The day the Sycamore coven was formed.
She is often seen wearing dresses and formal wear.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "There's nothing more important than family."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ She's doing what she was told to do so by her boss: keep an eye on the movements of the coven. Her own goal, however, is to spy on her own terms. She dreams of being friends with the Coven once more, and is slowly working towards being what she was ten years ago - the spying friend.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ If she wants something, she'll get it. She keeps her head held up high, honored by what she has earned in her life. She only lowers her head to her father and her boss. It's okay to gently brush others aside if there's an obstacle in the way of what she wants. Brush, or get someone else to violently shove them away. She is used to fighting for her own opportunities, and believes anything can be done with a little luck and hard, bloody work.
SECRETS ⫻ It's the nature of the mafia to have one's hands dirty, and Luna is no exception. Beyond this, she is somewhat addicted to Mother Cards eyes, and tries to keep this under wraps.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Too innocent.
FEARS ⫻ The disappointment of her father, or her boss. Of failing her family. Of really amounting to be nothing other than a ‘snake’ in the eyes of her covenmates.
REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻ Sweet, humble, kind and charismatic. At least, until it was discovered that Luna was trying to steal coven members for her mafia. Then she was regarded as a bit of a snake, and an outcast.
ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻ She fought side-by-side with her covenmates, attacking the snake and its minions with bullets and sword swipes.
FLAWS ⫻ A messed up moral code where the taking of a life can be commonly justified by any means. Blind loyalty to her family, even at the cost of her friends and coven.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "It makes sense if you've been in it your whole life."
Luna's known the mafia her whole life. Family ties were always tight, as her father was specially asked by the House of Cards Mafia to oversee the accounting and management of the casino before it burned down.
Growing up in St. Portwell, there was a night she suffered in a drive-by shooting, killing her mother as she protected her father. The anguish Luna suffered as a result attracted the attention of an apparition known as The White Suit. Faceless, freakishly tall, spindly, and wearing a suit with impeccable taste, the White Suit took pity on the young girl and gave her power for revenge.
Luna was 15 when she spent her years clashing against the opposing mafia who sought the life of her father, and was responsible for her mother's death. She earned her place as a made member of the House of Cards, despite her age.
It was shortly after the conclusion of the war that a new threat permeated the streets of St. Portwell. The Sygian Snake. To protect her family, and serve her boss and her father, Luna headed out to try and stop the snake. It was in one of these clashes against its minions that Luna met Alizée and Void. It was through this connection that Luna was inducted into the Sycamore Coven.
Luna tried to keep her ‘business’ and her coven separate, but the congregation of paranormal abstractions attracted the eye of Phantasia Vorpal, who began asking Luna to spy on them, and learn from them. So she posed as a friend as she made notes of everything.
After the defeat of the Stygian Snake, the coven was falling into quick disrepair. Upon being told this, Phantasia (Mother Cards) asked Luna to see if any coven members would be interested in being hired. Luna tried to be discreet as she asked coven members. However, word got out that she was trying to drag people off into ‘dirty business’, and she was quickly exiled.
Before she left, she managed to entice Alizée, who worked with the House of Cards Mafia as hired muscle for a few years.
Without the coven, Luna focused herself on serving her mafia, keeping her father and her boss happy. When she turned 25, she was rewarded with the status of Captain.
At Auri's invitation to return, after 10 years of the coven being disbanded, Luna disregarded it. Instead, she's been taking orders from Mother Cards to resume spying on the coven once again, except this time from the shadows.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "My source of power is my strength."
TYPE ⫻ Adjoined
ABSTRACTION ⫻ White Suit's Power
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻
Luna's White Suit's Power can be broken down into facets:
White Wings - Made of white energy, these wings sprout from Luna's back, faintly glow, and allow Luna to take flight.
White Construct - Any small, handheld construct that's simple in form can be created from Luna's white energy. This includes swords and guns, which are some of Luna's favourites. However, she has been known to simply create balls of light to see, or rope to type up hostages.
White Armour - Made of white energy, Luna can conjure plate armour from head to toe, including a helmet. It is strong like steel, and packs a punch when she throws down. This protects from physical and apparition attacks. If the attack is strong enough, like a bullet, it can shatter her armour, causing Luna to need to recreate it, which is physically taxing.
LIMITS ⫻ Piercing attacks like bullets can shatter her armour. It takes energy to recreate the armour, which can quickly exhaust Luna.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ”Collection? What do you mean?”
She has a photo album of all the instances she has spied on the coven. This includes a photo when Alizée was shot. Bird's eyes shots of the Temple's outsides, of Dairy Queen. The gazebo. The burning church…
Layla's face lit up, and she practically skipped with glee over to Sully, who aimed to make her the leader of the great conga line. But before she could get any further, and before Linqian could react to Layla's helpful hand, she felt a rope-like thread snake around her waist.
“Wha-”
Yank!
Layla looked back as she was dragged, seeing Sabrina with a focused look on her face. Layla's eyes widened, before looking back. The conga line grew smaller and smaller, blending into the crowd of the festival.
Layla threw out her hands as she was dragged away, wailing dramatically. “Noooo!”
At least she had the taste of beer in her mouth still, warming her belly. With a resigned sigh, she let herself get dragged away, and began walking on her own two feet towards the docks.
She could see the ferry in the distace, and smiled. There was still lots of fun to be had with her friends, on such an auspicious night.
If she was lucky, she'd ask Mr. Devola for a top up near the conclusion of the evening.
She wondered about Sabrina's house. What was it like? An apartment like her own, or an actual house?
Her head turned to Sabrina, curiosity in her tone. “Where's your home, Sabrina?”
Tonight was the one night a disguise would never, could never be questioned. And in her line of work, a disguise, blending into the crowd or the scenery, was necessary.
Her own outfit was a form of nostalgia for any anime-lover, wearing a ghoulishly bunny-like mask over her face, hood raised and hands in her hoodie pockets. The mask's lack of expression was slightly off putting, despite appearing cute.
She leaned against a tent pole on the opposite side, staring across the sea of people at her particular target for the evening. Curiously, it wasn't the Sycamore, like what Mother Cards usually asked. No, this time Luna was watching the Temple.
The hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen. Customers coming to get their plates filled, and leaving to enjoy the rest of the festival. Actual Temple members conversing with one another as they worked within the tent.
Her vigil was interrupted as a certain drunkenly obnoxious conga line matched its way across her field of vision, causing Luna to roll her eyes under the mask. The one night she wasn't watching the Sycamore, they go and make a spectacle of themselves. She spotted Drake and Sully easily enough, strangely with Greenwood and 8th Street members. The moment the Sycamore-Temple Leon joined the conga line, Luna was on the move.
The Temple was left with one less defense. The Temple lacked its Sycamore tie. If she was going to learn any more tonight, she had to move now.
Luna waited in the line until she made it to the front of the Temple's booth.
“I'm so hungry, can you load me up with your best dish?”
She was watching the individuals on the other side of the table, particularly a certain Mr. Salamente, from behind her mask.
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[i][color=bd4abd][b]”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?”[/b][/color] He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.
The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.
They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.
Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.
[b][color=bd4abd]”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”[/color][/b]
He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.
[color=bd4abd][b]“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”[/b][/color]
The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.
[color=bd4abd][b]”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”[/b][/color][/i]
~*~
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/194413-nocturnal-memoirs-an-urban-fantasy-mafia-epic/ic][b]Nocturnal Memoirs[/b][/url] (2024)
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[i]"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. [b]"Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."[/b]
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
[b]"You'll have to duel me for them."[/b][/i]
~*~
[Url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/191189-iris-ascendis/ic][b]Iris Ascendis Roleplay[/b][/url] (2023) | [url=https://www.tiktok.com/@the.valencia.king/video/7300030820545531141?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7246981308223161862][b]TikTok Tribute[/b][/url]
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We have a RPer Appreciation thread?
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/85654-rper-appreciation-thread/ooc?page=8#bottom][b]This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it.[/b][/url] (2016)
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5533862][b]Another kind comment.[/b][/url] (2024)
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5546326][b]This is what makes it worth it.[/b][/url] (2024)
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5565747][b]I'm grateful for the ride.[/b][/url] (2024)
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/4YdTjtv.png" /><hr class="bb-hr"><font color="gray">°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°</font><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><iframe src="//youtube.com/embed/rezCIh2m1aE?theme=dark" frameborder="0" width="496" height="279" allowfullscreen></iframe></div><br><br><img src="https://i.imgur.com/Q0s7sCV.png" /><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><span class="bb-i"><font color="#bd4abd"><span class="bb-b">”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?”</span></font> He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.<br><br>The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.<br><br>They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter. <br><br>Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.<br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#bd4abd">”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”</font></span><br><br>He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.<br><br><font color="#bd4abd"><span class="bb-b">“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”</span></font><br><br>The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.<br><br><font color="#bd4abd"><span class="bb-b">”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”</span></font></span><br><br>~*~<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/194413-nocturnal-memoirs-an-urban-fantasy-mafia-epic/ic"><span class="bb-b">Nocturnal Memoirs</span></a> (2024)<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><span class="bb-i">"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.<br><br>"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.<br><br>Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."<br><br>"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."<br><br>She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. <span class="bb-b">"Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."</span><br><br>She stood from her seat, rising to her full height. <br><br><span class="bb-b">"You'll have to duel me for them."</span></span><br><br>~*~<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/191189-iris-ascendis/ic"><span class="bb-b">Iris Ascendis Roleplay</span></a> (2023) | <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@the.valencia.king/video/7300030820545531141?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7246981308223161862"><span class="bb-b">TikTok Tribute</span></a><br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br>We have a RPer Appreciation thread?<br><a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/85654-rper-appreciation-thread/ooc?page=8#bottom"><span class="bb-b">This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it.</span></a> (2016)<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5533862"><span class="bb-b">Another kind comment.</span></a> (2024)<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5546326"><span class="bb-b">This is what makes it worth it.</span></a> (2024)<br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5565747"><span class="bb-b">I'm grateful for the ride.</span></a> (2024)<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/D21yHAF.png" /><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/uJwaWQN.jpeg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/7NOolR8.jpeg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/RaTjqkM.jpeg" /></th></tr></thead></table></div></div><br><br></div>
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