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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.."

Theme Song:




Most Recent Posts



Tiffany Lyle and Jack Hudson



Location: The Mess Hall -> Sana's House




Tiffany's smile confused Jack slightly, though he imagined she was likely just trying to put on a brave face. He could smell the fumes escaping into Newnan's air - the fumes he was inhaling with each breath. Jack couldn't help but cough, with the gas making it harder to breathe. "Any idea where this gas is comin' from? Distillahie, maybe?" Jack asked, turning around. Heading northwest seemed like the safest way to get out of Newnan.

His heart clenched as he spotted familiar auburn hair near the medical garden. There were supplies there - of course! He grinned, entirely relieved to know that Tatiana was safe. She was getting supplies and then getting the hell out of dodge - a logical choice. She was a survivor for a long time before the world ended. If anyone was making it out alive, it was her.

"Tatiana! She's ovah there, Tiff!" Jack explained, before breaking off into a sprint. Despite making a beeline for the medical garden, she had vanished. Glancing around wildly, he nearly had a nervous break, until he saw her again - this time climbing over what used to be the inner gate. Sana and Bryn's home was in that direction. She must not have noticed him - understandable, with the general chaos of Newnan.

"Tatiana! Right behind ya!" Jack called out. Supplies first - there'd be some in Sana's house - then they'd just be a few seconds behind her. The three of them could follow Newnan's bug out plan. Hell, Tiffany and Ray could be reunited as well. He continued to rush forward, not even suspecting that Tatiana may not have been real.

Before Tiffany could answer Jack's question, he ran off, shouting for Tatiana. Tiffany looked but she didn't see the woman. However, it made her feel better knowing she was all right. It gave her hope that the others would be ok too. She was about to follow when something else caught her eye. Or rather, someone.

It was Ray running away now. However, something was a bit off. It seemed Ray grew his leg back! Maybe while she was digging the graves he was fitted with a prosthetic. That made her feel better now, especially with all that has happened. She called for him, "Ray, wait up!" She followed where she saw him run.

She ran past the medical garden and climbed over the debris with some effort. She glanced around, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was fast now, maybe? Two legs would do that to you. She called for him again, "Ray? Where did you go? We need to leave together."

Out of the corner of his eye, Jack caught a glimpse of an orange blur - Schrodinger? What the hell was the cat doing here? Maybe Tatiana had grabbed the little devil on her way out. She was awfully fond of the cat. The bastard was sprinting around the corner, heading towards the corner of the outer wall remains. "Vhere are you?"

His heart pounded, hearing Tatiana once more. Screw the supplies - he needed to make sure his family was alright. They could get supplies later. Hell, Tatiana probably grabbed enough supplies for everyone. "Right behind ya!" Jack shouted out. "Right where Sana's house is - was!" he added. Since he could hear her, she had to be near. He just needed to get a better idea of where he voice was. "Where are ya? You okay? The baby?"

There was no reply.

Tiffany looked around, but saw now signs of Ray. It hit her that he wasn't there at all. Was it another trick of her mind like her losing her sight before? It may be a side effect of being thrashed about by the destruction of Newnan. She had to get it together. Now, more than ever, she needed to get to safety and find Ray.

Tiffany remembered the bug out bags. However, she also wanted to make sure Jack was ok too. If Jack did find Tatiana, he would find a bug out bag and the closest one (she assumed) was forward in Sana's place. So Tiffany spun around, but as she did so, she tumbled over the debris, falling to the ground. It stung a bit, but only her pride was wounded.

She stood up and made her way back to the Sana's to get a bug out bag and, hopefully, Jack as well.


Faith & Alicia


Location: Ville au Camp: Oak Tree



Faith blinked awake when she heard a voice. She half expected to see that bitch's face again and was ready to punch her in the throat. However, as she made the move to do so, she saw it was not, in fact, that bitch, but some other woman. It took her a few moments to process this new scene as well as her words.

She was...dead?

No, that was not the case. She didn't die. She couldn't die. She stood up quickly, almost falling over. She shook her head, "No, I am not dead. That bitch did not kill me. I just...got moved somewhere else." She looked around. This place felt off. She wasn't in Georgia anymore. Or...was she? She never really paid it much thought. As she looked, she glanced down and saw she wasn't wearing her normal clothes. She looked like she jumped out of a really old magazine that 50's housewives read. She started breathing heavily. Where were her old clothes? Where were her TRENDY clothes? Apocalypse or not, she needed to be up to date.

Alicia took a step back and let the girl work through shit a bit. Pulling the clipboard out she glanced down at it and went over the details of the girls death now that they were there before glancing back at her. Seemed she was about to accept it, at least she hoped she would. It would make shit a lot easier.

"Oh God, maybe I am dead. Is this what hell is like? Where I have to walk around in...this? What the fuck?" She started to panic a bit, not paying the other woman much mind.

Letting out a smirking chuckle she shook her head. "Oh, ain't hell. Ain't heaven either if that makes you feel any better. It's Louisiana, 1943. And that right there is the height of fashion right now. Be glad you didn't show up in what the last guy did. He had a rope belt and looked like he was about to pick cotton," Alicia said snickering a bit thinking back on how James had popped into existence there.

Faith was still reeling from her new ensemble that she barely heard what the woman said. She did catch the important part though. 1943. How was that possible? "What do you mean 1943? I was in Georgia and in the year 2011. How did I die and end up in Louisiana and, like, a trillion years ago?"

Squatting down, Alicia gripped the clipboard in her hands and it hung between her knees slightly as she looked over Faith. "Yeah, know that feeling. I was in Georgia about a year before you when I got taken by a horde of face eaters. Fucking sucked and I ended up here," Alicia said as she held one hand out and stood back up, offering to help the girl to her feet. "Well all that shit about life after death? Apparently it does happen, just in the weirdest fucking way."

Faith took in what the woman said for no other reason than she seemed to have the knowledge of what the hell was going on here. If she had her way. She noticed the woman mentioned walkers though. Were they part of the same time? She took the hand offered and she stood up. She took in her whole ensemble now and it wasn't too terrible, if she had to admit. If she was at the height of fashion during this time, that at least would give her the appearance of being well above others. That was good.

"So, there is an afterlife and it brings you to Louisiana in the 1930s? That's fucked up. But, ok. So what now?"

"1940's and this ain't no fucking afterlife. It is quite literally a life after death," Alicia said as she tucked the clipboard under one arm and glanced towards the main house. "Basically, you died. A woman by the name of Lady Lucas who has been alive since like pyramid fucking times went to herself, 'this bitch isn't going to whatever the fuck is after death. She's coming here.' And you came here. And we are caught here in the same day, over and over and over again until the Emendators decide otherwise."

1930s or 1940s. Did that really matter? It was a time before cell phones, the internet, and quality fashion judging on her appearance. She wanted out of here and back to where she came from. "So these Emendators are the bosses around here? I'd like to speak to this woman, if possible. I need to go back. I can't let that woman live another moment."

Alicia had to chuckle, she couldn't help it. "Close to the first thing I said and I'll tell you what they told me. You don't ever go back, ever. But yeah, you can talk to her later. Supposed to get you settled into your room first and finish getting the others situated. Come on I'll show you your room chica," she said motioning towards the house.

She had a room here? So they expected her to stay? No, she couldn't stay. She would get back. Emendators be damned. She had business to attend to and she couldn't do it spending her days (or day, as it were) in rural Louisiana. But she wasn't stupid either. She doubted this woman had much control other than her being the introducer to her own personal hell. She would bide her time. She wanted to see this Emendator face to face before she made any solid plans.

So she followed. And she plotted.

It was but a hop, skip, and a jump later that Alicia had made her way upstairs to find out the room assignment for Faith. "They have you over here," Alicia said as she lead their newest arrival over to her room. Along the way she explained where the kitchen house was, where the single bathroom they ALL had to share was, and most importantly: to look out for the resident pranksters. Opening Faiths door she leaned against the door frame and handed over the key. "Listen, this is a bitch of a lot of information to take it. I got here and found out I had been killed, twice, in two different lives. That was a real mind fuck. Anywho, get settled in. The Hat usually stocks a new arrivals room with shit to make them feel at home," she said before leaving Faith to get settled in and heading back to the Oak Tree. She was getting her 10,000 steps in today that was for damn sure.

Not only did she find out that she was dead, but that apparently there were different lives? Did she have any? What fresh hell did she wind up in? And someone named The Hat put things in her room to make her feel welcome. She highly doubted...

And then she looked inside. Despite the current year, it looked as if it came out of her own room. It was decorated with tons of things she liked. A full-length mirror to see herself in. A cute pink puppy on her bed. The room screamed her. She had to give them that. While her appearance wasn't desirable, this room certainly was. "I...appreciate that. This is going to take some time to get used to, it seems." She stepped into her room before she felt the need to be any more nice and thankful. As far as rooms went, this wasn't half bad.
So I'm going to assume it was my Nyquill fueled brain yet again, but I did look back through all the posts and I don't believe Tinder ever mentioned it was in a warehouse. Granted, it was never mentioned to be a bar either, so I don't know where I got that piece of information from. What the hell am I thinking?
@Lady Amalthea Is our collab done? If so, who post's it, you or me?
Josephine Clark




Location: Main Courtyard -> Museum Entrance



Josephine waved Haakon's comments off. "Now now, darling, I am sure we could hold our own in a conversation. However, we are at the disadvantage. You being a journalist and me being an actress, we don't come across as brainy compared to museum director and professor and, of course, the Lord Major himself. However, that is precisely why we make the best team, you and I. I think we could use that to our advantage if we just play our cards right." Josephine was quite used to assumptions made about her. They suited her just fine.

As for the heat, "The heat does wonders for your skin, darling. You sweat out those nasty things. Plus it's a great way to get tan. Not to mention it's an excuse for women to wear less clothing. I'm sure even you can appreciate that," she said with a sultry wink.

Finally, they made it to the museum no worse for wear. She entered the building and took it in before continuing to where she assumed LAdy Munn would be.
@Morose I'll be honest, that wasn't entirely clear from the get-go. Kind of assumed OMEN would recruit, but that works either way. Also did not know that the OMEN headquarters was in D.C. and that just happens to be where Bronwyn is at now. What a coinky dink






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