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Status

Recent Statuses

6 yrs ago
Current I'm single, but hey, at least Hopper is alive.
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7 yrs ago
When you finally confirm you made the right decision. Best of luck to you.
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7 yrs ago
Thought I left this Facebook status bullshit when I got out of high school.
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7 yrs ago
Green Moose, Guava Juice
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7 yrs ago
What fresh hell (lololol) did I miss?
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Bio











Summary

Name: FantasyChic
Aliases: ShopoholicGirl19, Sarcastic Piece of S***, Miss
Age: 28
Birthday: April 11
Ethnicity: American
Major/Minor: Forensic Psychology
Occupation: Server at The Cheesecake Factory
Languages: English, Sarcasm, Irony, and Some Spanish
Current Bio Theme: Debbie Jelinsky (Previously Shego)
Years RPing: 8
Preferred RP Section: Advanced
RP Level: High Casual - Advanced
Dedication Level: Omg SO High!
Biggest RP Pet Peeve: Mary Sue Characters, RPs losing interest after initial posts/interest checks, Feeling like you know everything about RPing (we ALL can learn)






Appearance

Height: 5'8''
Weight: Never ask a lady this...
Build: Slight curves, more top heavy than anything
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Cream
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: Two ear piercings, small scar on forhead, no tattoos (yet!)
Personal Style: Normally, FantasyChic wears comfortable clothing, mainly t-shirts and leggings, but she will branch out if the mood fits. She loves girly clothing, especially skirts and dresses. Ever obsessed with handbags, she has a large number to match any outfit combination. Her favorite color to wear is, of course, pink.

She typically wears her hair down as it falls to her lower back. She has only ever cut it once (and regrets it to this day). Jewelry is minimal, but she is fond of earrings and necklaces. She is also a big fan of sweatpants.






Personality

Witty * Inattentive * Fun-Loving * Troublesome * Reliable * No-Nonsense


Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Forever Alone
Personality: FantasyChic is, above all else, a fun-loving person. If it's not fun, she does not take part in it (unless she has to). She is sarcastic and witty to a fault, at the expense of others. She isn't afraid to tell someone off if they are acting the fool. She can be the best friend you could ever want or the worst enemy to make. The choice is, often, not yours.

FantasyChic is reliable. She strives to get her tasks done, even if it takes a bit, but she will do it, especially for those she cares about. She can be inattentive, usually not because she does not care, but because she is probably thinking about puppies/glitter/memes/etc. She is also troublesome, getting things wrong and messing up in real life and in RP. However, she doesn't let bad times phase her.
Habits:
  • Swearing
  • Sarcasm
  • Drinking

Hobbies:
  • Writing
  • Reading (mainly mystery/thrillers)
  • Gaming
  • Music

Fears
  • Bees
  • Not Seeing The Bottom Of A Pool Of Water
  • Losing Eyesight

Likes:
  • Shopping (A bit too much)
  • The Color Pink
  • Humor
  • Netflix
  • Free Drinks
  • Chicago
  • Video Games

Dislikes:
  • Sexism
  • Humorless People
  • Hot Weather
  • Headaches
  • Getting Sick
  • Ranch Dressing
  • Losing







Cards On The Table


RP's Currently In


Upcoming RP's
  • TBD


Other Interesting Things







History


Why Did You Come To The RP Guild?: I had the itch to RP those years ago and no amount of writing was sedating it. I needed a creative outlet. So after scouring the internet, I stumbled across this site. And the rest is history.

Life Before The Guild: I started RPing in the MMO (Massive Multiplayer Online) game City of Heroes. I played for fun, but I ran into a group of people RPing. I asked them what they were doing and they introduced me to the concept. A quick character creation later and I joined their team and began RPing on my own.

Eventually, I moved from game to game, RPing in each one. I played Guild Wars 2, Elder Scrolls Online, Star Wars: The Old Republic, and Tera mainly. Each game introduced me to new concepts and I grew my skills in RPing.

However, tragedy struck in each game. I was put into positions I was not comfortable in, I was harassed by people I thought were my friends, and I found myself not having fun anymore. So I up and quit. After a couple months, I missed RPing.

Life Since The Guild: It's been a whirlwind of a time on here. A rocky start found me joining (and leaving) many RPs due to inactivity or lost interest. Finally, I found a place I feel wanted, loved, and cared for. And I don't plan on leaving it soon. It got to the point where I am even considering GMing my own game: a thought I NEVER thought I would have.

This is my home now.






Relations


For one reason or another, I have come to know these people and consider them friends. Regardless of starts or ends, these people are the reason I continue to come to this site day after day. And I wouldn't have it any other way!

@Lord Wraith: Probably the person I consider my first friend on here. He seemed to be in every game I put interest in (especially the superhero ones). As time went on, we got to know each other and became friends. We've had ups and downs, but he will always be someone I care about and I hope we can write again in the future.

@Morose: Oh my pink bothers you? Too bad! I love this girl so much! She is a wonderful GM and a great person to talk to. We've butted heads a few times, but what friends don't? Who knew we started off in Superhero RPs together? I must have blurred those memories! Either way, she is a great storyteller and I look forward to the chaos we'll cause!

@Nallore: This girl is quite the character. She's goofy and fun and a joy to be around! She's there if you need someone to listen to you vent or to just bitch about our life with. She has even become a really good GM, able to create some interesting stories. Put us together and I have a feeling not much would ever get done.

@ONL: We met in an RP and our characters were fated to be stuck together. After all, we only have each other in that game. He's such a sweet guy and his characters are all interesting to read and interact with. I've had the best time RPing with you and I hope it continues.

@Natsu: This guy is so sweet. I've enjoyed RPing with him and having my characters and his interact because there always seems to be an inherent closeness with them. He's such a sweetheart.




Extras


Quotes: "Yo"
"Aw f***...."
"You can never have too many purses"
"Well, that happened.."

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Most Recent Posts



Mei Qiรกo

Location: Newhope - Town


These two were really boring to watch. Mei was getting real impatient. If something didn't happen soon, she was going to march to the ship herself and get on board. Still, she felt that since she watched this woman the whole time, she may as well see it through. The woman definitely didn't carry herself as an Alliance person. She had a feeling the answers would be back at the ship.

The man though, he was unknown. And Mei didn't like unknowns. He seemed to be nervous and that could be for a number of reasons. It could be he has social issues, it could be because he's talking to a pretty girl, he could be acting. Who knew? It was getting later and later and soon it would become obvious she was watching them. If things didn't progress she would take her chances. She didn't want a firefight, but wouldn't back down either. Maybe she could just get the information she wanted, if it was even on there, and be on her way? Would the Alliance be ok with that?

Not if they knew her. While they wouldn't know her personally, she was sure her record was out there and could easily be searched. She debated going by another name, but it wasn't like she was afraid. And she knew her reuptation spoke for itself. She got shit done. Maybe that would benefit her.
W H I T N E Y C A R T E R:

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Whitney opened her eyes to a field. The sky was cloudy, but you could tell the sun was out. She didn't know where she was. She wasn't at school, that much was sure. She wasn't on the beach. Was she dead? Is this was death was like? It was kind of peaceful if it were true. She looked around and didn't see anything. Or anyone.

She began to walk a bit, feeling herself out. She felt alive if that was saying something. If this was death, what was she supposed to do? Many people had variations of death. This didn't seem like heaven or purgatory? She wasn't reincarnated. She wasn't a spirit, as far as she knew.

As she walked, she could feel eyes on her. She spun around and before her stood three people. Madison, Aiden, and the boy in the wheelchair from the beach night. They stared at her, unblinking and unmoving.

She definitely wasn't dead.

Whitney moved towards them carefully. "Guys? Where are we? What happened to the beach?" The figures just stood there like mannequins awaiting their job for the day. It creeped her out. She moved towards them even more so and waved her hands in front of their faces. No movement. It was like they weren't human.

"Ok guys, funny joke. Is this hazing? You can stop now." Her stomach fell like she was on a roller coaster. This feeling made her uneasy.

She detected slight movement from Aiden and she looked at him. Waiting for something else. Then, Madison moved. Then the wheelchair kid. Soon, all of them began to fidget. But that wasn't all. Whitney looked in horror as blood came pouring out of their eyes, drenching their clothes and skin.

The last thing she heard was her own scream.

W H I T N E Y C A R T E R:

Tuesday, August 22ST - 10:10 AM | Santa Celia General Hospital


Whitney jumped awake with a gasp. That nightmare was otherworldly. She felt her face. Other than being in a cold sweat, she wasn't bleeding out of her eyes. And she was alive. She was in a hospital, but she was alive. She looked around her. The room was cozy enough. She was dressed in a hospital gown.

She imagined she was taken from the events of last night. The horror show she saw. It was still fresh in her mind. She rubbed her head as she felt a headache coming. She had to find out more information. She buzzed the call button. Soon, a plump nurse came walking in with a big smile on her face. "Hello sweetie. Are you feeling ok?" Whitney nodded, "Other than a headache. I'm ok. How did I get here? What happened?"

The nurse smiled again, though Whitney could tell the news wasn't going to be good. "Well, sweetie, as far as I know, you and that other boy were taken here to get fixed up. It seems you had some nasty effect from some new drug. I say new drug because we don't have any records of it from your blood samples. It seems to be dissolved, I imagine the doctor will be in here in a few minutes to discharge you."

Whitney took it all in. The other boy, she hoped, was Aiden. Were they the only two here? "What about the other kids on the beach? Were they taken here?" The nurse's expression dropped and that spoke more than any words could have. She shook her head, "I'm sorry, sweetie. As far as I know, you and the boy that was brought in were the only ones to make it. And the boy in the wheelchair. He was the one who called the police. Now, you rest a bit and I'll see about sending the doctor in to get you going." After that, the nurse left her.

Whitney rested her head back on the bed. She couldn't believe it. All those kids, dead. That couldn't be. Maybe some survived? Maybe they woke up and walked back to the school? Maybe it was just a freak thing? She posed all these questions, though she knew the answer.

She wanted to leave. She wanted to go back home. She was even considering dropping out of school at this point. Was there even school anymore? A good part of her class was now dead.

She wanted to see Aiden. Maybe he knew more.
Millicent Clarke


Location: Port of Tortuga





Millicent really wanted to get to the Faithful Bride as soon as possible, not only to plan what she would be doing from here on out, but also to make sure her things got there safely and no one took anything of hers. That would not be good. As she walked, she felt a raw pinch in her gut. One may call it guilt, but that feeling left her years ago. However, she did feel the tiniest bit bad about the good Doctor. He was inquisitive and naturally, when viewing her injuries, would question where she got them. It was pretty easy to pass off the occasional bruise or scratch on a prostitute (they weren't well looked after), but a giant gash on her back and some harsh hand marks don't typically show.

She turned back to where the Doctor was. She could tell he was in over his head. Slavers didn't give up their prey easily or without coin. She had very little coin on her (not that she would buy his freedom anyway), but perhaps there was something she could do.

She soon came upon the slavers and scanned for the Doctor. She saw him looking much worse than when she first passed by him. He had some fight in him and she had to respect that. She caught the attention of the slaver and pointed at the Doctor "That one. I may have a use for him. Could you tell me how much?" She had no intention of buying, but if she wanted her plan to go well, she would have to act the part. The Doctor better be thankful for this. She didn't do this for just anyone.
Lilith St. Sebastian



Location: Cirque Anomaly
Interacting With: Faust



Lilith eyed the man up and down. He would make a fine test subject for her new act. She knew it seemed like she was just going to do knife throwing, but that was boring. This was supposed to be fun! She turned back to her "audience" "Faust, it is. Let's give him a round of applause everyone!" She let the imaginary applause die down before she continued. "All right then Faust, it may seem like I'm going to have you stand at that target over there while I throw knives at you, narrowly missing you each time. We've seen that done before. Booooooring! No no, Mr. Faust, today I am going to call on some more help. Today, I am going to have the spirits help me predict your future while I throw these knives."

She took out her Tarot cards and shuffled them. "What I'm going to do is call on the nearby spirits to help me. Then, I will toss three cards into the air. The spirits know all, you see, so I will ask them to help guide my knife or the card. I will then throw my knife and strike one of the cards. That card will be yours. You will, of course, still be standing at the target. Gotta give the people what they love, right? Danger ane excitement! What do you say Faust, ready to hear your future?"
I'll post after work tomorrow.
I'll post after work tomorrow.



Tiffany Lyle



Gilbert Street (Scene of the Crime) -> Building 2 (Mess Hall)





She was kind of hungry, she had to admit, though her mind was plagued by recent events. She still couldn't imagine it. The other day was a wedding and now we have three people dead and one on their way to exile, which nowadays is pretty much a death sentence. Having been in a group before, she knew it wasn't always safe. It wasn't 100% without problems. She realized that before, but still Newnan was a place where they could all feel safe and work together. It shouldn't have come to this.

As she and Ray made their way to the Mess Hall, Ray suggested they help Meg. Having overheard Ash lay into Meg the way he did, it was probably a good idea. While she felt he may have crossed a line, I think he was allowed a little line crossing now considering all that has happened. As she walked, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Meg. Sure enough, Meg asked for her help after she ate. She wondered just who wouldn't know what happened. The message over the radio was clear and a good number of people were around to witness it, but she nodded and gave the girl a smile. She liked Meg and felt bad for her to be in this position, especially now, "Sure Meg, I'll help out. I wanna say goodbye to James too."

She continued on her way with Ray, contemplating it all. "Just a reminder to be thankful for every day. That, and if you have problems, talk to someone about it. Don't blame yourself, Ray. There's no way you or any of us could have known what was going through Sana's mind." She comforted Ray, knowing he was thinking it. She thought it too. She liked Sana. These things were inevitable, but it didn't take away from the pain.

She could really use the food now.
Well shit...
@Lady Amalthea And I edited :)
@Lady Amalthea Oh you mean the fainting. Yeah, I can edit that to show that bit
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