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SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

discord.gg/v4jNxCm

By my magic I bring you a new link :)

@PrinceAlexus

Sweeeeeeeeeet.

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

Hey, guys? I took too long to follow the discord link and it says the invite expired. Mind sending another one so I can hop on? :/

@MissCapnCrunch

Also, that was so helpful, I've been trying to figure that out for ages now. Thank you!

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penelope honeycutt.

Poppy shifted on the stool she sat perched upon, propping her elbow on the mahogany bar and her chin in her hand. With her free one, she self-consciously tugged the edge of her white lace dress over her thighs, pulling her denim jacket closer around her as a soft sigh of restlessness left her burgundy lips. The more she looked around the crowded establishment, the smaller and stupider she felt for letting Cassandra drag her out like that. If she'd wanted to go out for a drink, what was wrong with local pub?

Truly, Poppy was certainly not used to the nuances of the nightlife. Her definition of a 'nightlife' so far had been binging TV shows with her teenage cousin, until he'd get bored and waddle off to his room to play video-games, and she could finally have a few glasses of whiskey, or a beer. Sometimes she'd go completely nuts and build up a nice buzz, before she had to sit and grade papers for her class of nine-year-olds-- their stories were wild and utterly ridiculous, so that was always fun.

Club Aether. I thought this was supposed to be a bar. Is it a club, is it a bar...What even is this place?

The small woman felt like a underdressed fish out of water.

The music's quite good, I guess. I didn't expect Cass to be into metal.

"What'll it be, sweetheart?" one of bartenders gruffed. He was a big, orcish fellow, and yet Poppy wasn't nearly as intimidated by him as she was by every other sharp, streamlined person riddling the vicinity with their gorgeous intensity. She looked at the man with a polite smile, tucking a dark tendril behind her ear.

"Oh, I'm just... waiting for a friend for now--"

"POPPY!" Cassandra's shrill voice pierced through the the bubble her friend was struggling to establish, making her cringe at the unexpected auditory assault-- which was saying something, considering the music she had managed to overpower. In addition to the strawberry-blonde possessing a frequency sharp enough to lobotomise people, she had no shame or qualms about containing it in public. Cassie sashayed over to her friend, arms outstretched in anticipation of a hug.

"What the hell took you so long? I've been perched here like a bloody canary for the past half hour," Poppy replied through a forced grin, her lips pressed together as pale blue eyes evaluated whatever stare Cassie's entrance had gained them. "And what's the occasion? I thought we were just having a pint--"

"Oh, sure we are, but there's karaoke here too." An odd, twitchy smile played on her scarlet lips as she pulled away from the hug. "Plus, a squad of Ethan Aster fangirls just lost their shit and bashed some lady in the head with a bottle."

"Wait, wha--"

"Oh, yeah. Stuff is going down back over there. Whoo," she hollered, taking a seat on a stool beside her friend with ease. "Cops might be showing up soon. Honestly, Poppy, how have you been here for half an hour already and not noticed?"

"I-- I was listening to the... um... the... yeah..." the raven-haired girl mumbled distractedly, trailing off as her wide eyes began scanning the space for any sign of the trouble in question. Meanwhile, Cassandra was trying to get the bartender back over. "W-Well... is it safe to be here?... Is the woman alright at least?"

"Probably."

"You didn't ask?" Poppy uttered in outrage. "Cass, what the f--"

"Yeah, no. Why the hell would I get myself on the radar of a bunch of killer groupies?" the tall woman scoffed, crossing one leather-clad leg over another. "Anyway, Pop-tart, this kind of thing happens all the time. If I stuck my nose into every single scuffle that went down in places like this, I'd never fucking dance. I'd just be getting rides for people."

"Brilliant," Poppy murmured, squirming in her chair and resisting the urge to look around again. She bit her lip. "... Look, get yourself a drink, I'm gonna be right back."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Ah, just... I'll be just a minute. I've got to check this out. Maybe they could use the help."

"Pft, alright-- Miss Honeycutt to the rescue. Hey, we're doing shots when you come back, so don't take forever."

Poppy slid off her seat rather unceremoniously, pulling the skirt of her dress down again with an awkward tug, and bracing herself for the barrage of bodies she'd have to weave her way through. It seemed like everyone was either taller, or broader, or sleeker, and as she maneuvered through the endless silhouettes of people, she felt like she was lost in some kind of maze of dark, beautiful skyscrapers.

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@PrinceAlexus

Awesome. Thank you so much, I'll get working on a post for tonight, hopefully, and I'll jump on discord too.

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@PrinceAlexus

Help would be appreciated, but I think I have an idea cooking in my head for how to get her into Aether. Only thing stumping me is how to get her to interact with people, and how the whole group writing thing works. I've been role-playing a while, but I'm still fairly new to roleplaying in a large group and I don't wanna mess up and be an inconvenience.

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Sweet! Now I just have to figure how to tackle this haha

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

POPPY HONEYCUTT

penelope "poppy" honeycutt.

Will not be held responsible for any injuries inflicted if ever called "Penny".

AGE | 25

NATIONALITY | Irish

SEXUALITY | RELATIONSHIP STATUS | Female. Heterosexual. Single.

HEIGHT | 163cm or 5'4" WEIGHT | 58 kg or 127 lbs

APPEARANCE |



She has a slender frame-- quite attractively proportioned with a smooth, shapely figure and flattering, but not overbearing, “endowments”.

Her skin is pale milky white and literred with a few beauty spots and moles around her right eye, as well as several others on her body. She has long healthy hair-- almost raven-- that's all one length and falls to her waist, straight but oftentimes with a mind of its own. Sky blue eyes are framed by dark expressive brows. Full lips peak into a delicate cupid’s bow.

When she smiles, her grin is wide and contagious and her teeth are straight, if not for her slightly more prominent canines; her father never had them fixed for her because he thought they had 'character'.

EAR PIERCINGS |

Her Right

Her Left

TATTOOS |

Back Tattoos

Left Forearm Tattoo

Right Thigh tattoo

ACTRESS | Katie McGrath



LIKES | DISLIKES

LIKES

Whiskey.
Children.
Violins.
Birds.
Rock/Alternative rock.
Fairy tales.
Sleepy smiling.
When people snort while they laugh.
Ink of any kind.
Opening jars for people.
Having her hair touched.
Talking early into the morning.
The smell of rain. The smell of jasmines.
Coffee, popcorn, and anything that's mint-chocolate chip.
The words 'infernal' and 'ultramarine'.
The colour ultramarine.
The cold.

DISLIKES

The blazing heat.
Feeling like she can't help.
Being interrupted, doubted, or told to 'Calm down/Chill'.
Being called 'Penny'.
Being asked her favourite song.
Dishonesty.
Children being spoken to like they're stupid.
The sound of people chewing or lips smacking.
ASMR.
Apathy.
The silent treatment.
When dogs are upset.
Raspberries.

ZODIAC SIGN | Scorpio, but she doesn't really think about astrology very much.

SPECIAL TALENTS | Predicting what happens in films. Has an incredible photographic memory. Is unexpectedly good at throwing a punch. Can break anything and usually accidentally does. Can speak fluent Greek for some reason.

PROFESSION | Schoolteacher at Lovelace Elementary and teaches the third grade.

FAVOURITE SONG |

Will go into a panicked frenzy if asked this question. For a brief moment she may look like she will explode with indecisiveness, but she won't hurt you-- it's just stress.

However, recently, she's been dancing/lip-syncing to "Brick + Mortar - Hollow Tune" and "Night Argent - Dreamcatcher" quite a bit.

BIO/PERSONALITY

TL;DR: Poppy moved to SOL city from Dublin and lives with her 15-year-old cousin, Liam, while working as a schoolteacher at a primary school. She's the kind of person you want to have as your friend, if you ever need to bury a body. On the other hand, she's the kind of person you don't want to piss off, unless you want to end up as the body that's being buried. Or in time-out.

Her father, Magnus, was Irish and met her British mother, Heather, in Dublin. Heather left Magnus shortly after Poppy was born, and he ended up having to raise his baby as a single father who hadn't the foggiest clue about anything concerning little girls. But Magnus made it his business to learn.

And oh, how much fun they had. It was difficult, sure, but nobody could be fonder of one another than the goofy dad and his adoring daughter-- they were best buds and essentially inseparable. Poppy was raised there, in Dublin, for the better part of her life-- 15 years (thus, she does have a slight lilting accent and it is recognisable as Irish).

Tragedy struck when Poppy was 14, and Magnus was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The loving father died within the year.

It was his decision that, should something happen to him, Poppy would move to SOL City, where his younger sister, her aunt Eleanor, lived, in the hopes that perhaps the woman could take care of her and also support her in the areas he felt he had neglected her over the years-- the areas that required the mother's touch he lacked.

As fate would have it, Poppy's aunt Eleanor had a child of her own-- a seven year old boy named Liam, who grew up as fatherless as Poppy did motherless, but whom the girl grew to love more than life itself. As she flowered into a young woman, the trio only became closer and closer, until… the cycle repeated itself.

One day, while Poppy was at college, Eleanor and Liam got into a car accident. Although Liam was badly hurt, he recovered slowly and surely, but his mother was dead before the paramedics ever came.

The 12-year-old boy was orphaned and, at the tender age of 22, Poppy was left alone to care and provide for them both. With the financial aid her father left for her and countless menial jobs to get by on, Poppy managed it, working everywhere from reception desks, to tattoo parlours, to coffee shops, and somehow still successfully completing her college studies.

It seemed being a nurturer and a caregiver was like second nature to her, but, even after becoming a schoolteacher, it was never a simple matter for Poppy to adopt the role of being her teenaged cousin's legal guardian when she was barely in her twenties. It was an easy decision, of course, no one else could take care of Liam and, regardless, she adored the boy so much that she wouldn't have it any other way, but as a result, Poppy never had much of a life of her own. Friendships outside of work were few, and her love life was even more stumped-- it wasn't like most guys her age were all for a serious relationship with a girl parenting a grown-kid of her own. She couldn't exactly blame them, of course, but that was her reality and she embraced it. Liam was anything but a burden-- she had never tried to replace Eleanor in his heart, instead acting as a guide and a sister, as opposed to a mother.

Even despite the curveballs life throws at her, though, and no matter how much her experiences have matured her, Poppy is still every bit the curious, witty dreamer she's always been. Full of life, it is impossible for her to hide how she feels about anything-- Poppy is an absolutely atrocious liar when it comes to her opinion-- and even when she tries to, her treacherous eyes give her away every time. Like everyone else, though, she can be kind of a wreck, only she's horrible at hiding that too. The woman is clumsy, anxious, swears like a pirate, and has a botched up verbal filter that usually ends up in her communicating the first sound that pops into her head, whether it be appropriate or not.

Ultimately, she's an absolute firecracker of passion, feeling everything to the max-- loyalty, glee, compassion, grief, fury... Inner balance is something she'd always struggled to achieve, but at least (if only to her own psychological detriment, perhaps) this gives her great intuition when it comes to empathising with people-- Poppy is the absolute boss of putting herself in other people's shoes. She tends to ramble when anxious, overthinks things to the point of disgust (and borderline paranoia, actually) but at the end of the day, it all makes it so that she is incredibly sensitive to the feelings of people around her.

… Until someone pisses her off, or acts like an inconsiderate dipshit. That's when the kind, day-dreaming schoolteacher turns into a volcano of boiling rage. Put simply, Poppy has very low tolerance for ignorant people.

About me

ABOUT ME |

~My name is Flor and I'm 21. I come from a little island called Cyprus.~

How many years have I been roleplaying? Um, properly? Like with real writing? On-and-off 4-5 years. Since I was 17.

I work freelance and so I make a lot of my own hours-- I have the freedom to post quite frequently. On the other hand BECAUSE I work freelance, the amount of work I have fluctuates depending on my clients, and so there will be times when I am busier, and times when I am more relaxed. I'm going to commit to posting at least once every 2-3 days, if not more.

But yes. I am a freelance comic illustrator, simultaneously working to finish my degree in Classical Animation. I like singing-- a lot. I play the piano and hope to one day pick up the bass.

I live and breathe the music I listen to and the stories I create, both on my own and with other people, because they fill me inspiration for my drawings and films.

I think my favourite thing about role-playing is the chemistry and nuances of what connects the characters-- how natural they feel when responding to each other. There's also the great feeling of when someone hits you with a great twist and you have to go along with it, because life itself never asks you if you want any goddamn lemonade before it gives you lemons, and it sure as hell won't take them back after.

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Alright, here's the character! Let me know, what you think-- @PrinceAlexus @Pilatus

POPPY HONEYCUTT

PENELOPE "POPPY" HONEYCUTT

Will not be held responsible for any injuries inflicted if ever called "Penny".

AGE | 25

NATIONALITY | Irish

SEXUALITY | RELATIONSHIP STATUS | Female. Heterosexual. Single.

HEIGHT | 163cm or 5'4" WEIGHT | 58 kg or 127 lbs

APPEARANCE |



She has a slender frame-- quite attractively proportioned with a smooth, shapely figure and flattering, but not overbearing, “endowments”.

Her skin is pale milky white and literred with a few beauty spots and moles around her right eye, as well as several others on her body. She has long healthy hair-- almost raven-- that's all one length and falls to her waist, straight but oftentimes with a mind of its own. Sky blue eyes are framed by dark expressive brows. Full lips peak into a delicate cupid’s bow.

When she smiles, her grin is wide and contagious and her teeth are straight, if not for her slightly more prominent canines; her father never had them fixed for her because he thought they had 'character'.

EAR PIERCINGS |

Her Right

Her Left

TATTOOS |

Back Tattoos

Left Forearm Tattoo

Right Thigh tattoo

ACTRESS | Katie McGrath



LIKES | DISLIKES

LIKES

Whiskey.
Children.
Violins.
Birds.
Rock/Alternative rock.
Fairy tales.
Sleepy smiling.
When people snort while they laugh.
Ink of any kind.
Opening jars for people.
Having her hair touched.
Talking early into the morning.
The smell of rain. The smell of jasmines.
Coffee, popcorn, and anything that's mint-chocolate chip.
The words 'infernal' and 'ultramarine'.
The colour ultramarine.
The cold.

DISLIKES

The blazing heat.
Feeling like she can't help.
Being interrupted, doubted, or told to 'Calm down/Chill'.
Being called 'Penny'.
Being asked her favourite song.
Dishonesty.
Children being spoken to like they're stupid.
The sound of people chewing or lips smacking.
ASMR.
Apathy.
The silent treatment.
When dogs are upset.
Raspberries.

ZODIAC SIGN | Scorpio, but she doesn't really think about astrology very much.

SPECIAL TALENTS | Predicting what happens in films. Has an incredible photographic memory. Is unexpectedly good at throwing a punch. Can break anything and usually accidentally does. Can speak fluent Greek for some reason.

PROFESSION | Schoolteacher at Lovelace Elementary and teaches the third grade.

FAVOURITE SONG |

Will go into a panicked frenzy if asked this question. For a brief moment she may look like she will explode with indecisiveness, but she won't hurt you-- it's just stress.

However, recently, she's been dancing/lip-syncing to "Brick + Mortar - Hollow Tune" and "Night Argent - Dreamcatcher" quite a bit.

BIO/PERSONALITY

TL;DR: Poppy moved to SOL city from Dublin and lives with her 15-year-old cousin, Liam, while working as a schoolteacher at a primary school. She's the kind of person you want to have as your friend, if you ever need to bury a body. On the other hand, she's the kind of person you don't want to piss off, unless you want to end up as the body that's being buried. Or in time-out.

Her father, Magnus, was Irish and met her British mother, Heather, in Dublin. Heather left Magnus shortly after Poppy was born, and he ended up having to raise his baby as a single father who hadn't the foggiest clue about anything concerning little girls. But Magnus made it his business to learn.

And oh, how much fun they had. It was difficult, sure, but nobody could be fonder of one another than the goofy dad and his adoring daughter-- they were best buds and essentially inseparable. Poppy was raised there, in Dublin, for the better part of her life-- 15 years (thus, she does have a slight lilting accent and it is recognisable as Irish).

Tragedy struck when Poppy was 14, and Magnus was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The loving father died within the year.

It was his decision that, should something happen to him, Poppy would move to SOL City, where his younger sister, her aunt Eleanor, lived, in the hopes that perhaps the woman could take care of her and also support her in the areas he felt he had neglected her over the years-- the areas that required the mother's touch he lacked.

As fate would have it, Poppy's aunt Eleanor had a child of her own-- a seven year old boy named Liam, who grew up as fatherless as Poppy did motherless, but whom the girl grew to love more than life itself. As she flowered into a young woman, the trio only became closer and closer, until… the cycle repeated itself.

One day, while Poppy was at college, Eleanor and Liam got into a car accident. Although Liam was badly hurt, he recovered slowly and surely, but his mother was dead before the paramedics ever came.

The 12-year-old boy was orphaned and, at the tender age of 22, Poppy was left alone to care and provide for them both. With the financial aid her father left for her and countless menial jobs to get by on, Poppy managed it, working everywhere from reception desks, to tattoo parlours, to coffee shops, and somehow still successfully completing her college studies.

It seemed being a nurturer and a caregiver was like second nature to her, but, even after becoming a schoolteacher, it was never a simple matter for Poppy to adopt the role of being her teenaged cousin's legal guardian when she was barely in her twenties. It was an easy decision, of course, no one else could take care of Liam and, regardless, she adored the boy so much that she wouldn't have it any other way, but as a result, Poppy never had much of a life of her own. Friendships outside of work were few, and her love life was even more stumped-- it wasn't like most guys her age were all for a serious relationship with a girl parenting a grown-kid of her own. She couldn't exactly blame them, of course, but that was her reality and she embraced it. Liam was anything but a burden-- she had never tried to replace Eleanor in his heart, instead acting as a guide and a sister, as opposed to a mother.

Even despite the curveballs life throws at her, though, and no matter how much her experiences have matured her, Poppy is still every bit the curious, witty dreamer she's always been. Full of life, it is impossible for her to hide how she feels about anything-- Poppy is an absolutely atrocious liar when it comes to her opinion-- and even when she tries to, her treacherous eyes give her away every time. Like everyone else, though, she can be kind of a wreck, only she's horrible at hiding that too. The woman is clumsy, anxious, swears like a pirate, and has a botched up verbal filter that usually ends up in her communicating the first sound that pops into her head, whether it be appropriate or not.

Ultimately, she's an absolute firecracker of passion, feeling everything to the max-- loyalty, glee, compassion, grief, fury... Inner balance is something she'd always struggled to achieve, but at least (if only to her own psychological detriment, perhaps) this gives her great intuition when it comes to empathising with people-- Poppy is the absolute boss of putting herself in other people's shoes. She tends to ramble when anxious, overthinks things to the point of disgust (and borderline paranoia, actually) but at the end of the day, it all makes it so that she is incredibly sensitive to the feelings of people around her.

… Until someone pisses her off, or acts like an inconsiderate dipshit. That's when the kind, day-dreaming schoolteacher turns into a volcano of boiling rage. Put simply, Poppy has very low tolerance for ignorant people.

About me

ABOUT ME |

~My name is Flor and I'm 21. I come from a little island called Cyprus.~

How many years have I been roleplaying? Um, properly? Like with real writing? On-and-off 4-5 years. Since I was 17.

I work freelance and so I make a lot of my own hours-- I have the freedom to post quite frequently. On the other hand BECAUSE I work freelance, the amount of work I have fluctuates depending on my clients, and so there will be times when I am busier, and times when I am more relaxed. I'm going to commit to posting at least once every 2-3 days, if not more.

But yes. I am a freelance comic illustrator, simultaneously working to finish my degree in Classical Animation. I like singing-- a lot. I play the piano and hope to one day pick up the bass.

I live and breathe the music I listen to and the stories I create, both on my own and with other people, because they fill me inspiration for my drawings and films.

I think my favourite thing about role-playing is the chemistry and nuances of what connects the characters-- how natural they feel when responding to each other. There's also the great feeling of when someone hits you with a great twist and you have to go along with it, because life itself never asks you if you want any goddamn lemonade before it gives you lemons, and it sure as hell won't take them back after.

SOL CITY - Modern Slice of Life - Chapter 2 - Completed & archived. 2/2

Hey, this looks great and I would love to apply, if that's alright with you. Would I post the character here first and then if she's approved move her over to the Character's thread?

Also, I don't know if this is a silly question or not but, how do we decide on an occupation? Are there already existing places in the city and we decide where we work, or do we just make the places up ourselves? Sorry if this has been asked before and I just didn't notice. I'm getting a bit lost in all these posts and I have no idea how I'll ever manage to catch up xD

The Breakfast Club: 2017 Edition

@TlstifflOh it's fine :) Personally, I'll be here, I don't think I'm going anywhere and it's not like the CS is going anywhere either. So my character and I will be here when/if you're ready! :D I just hope that everything in your life sorts itself out and that you're okay. Nothing wrong with having priorities :)