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Hexaflexagon (Concept)
In geometry, flexagons are flat models, usually constructed by folding strips of paper, that can be flexed or folded in certain ways to reveal faces besides the two that were originally on the back and front.
Hexaflexagon (Person?)
Academic who somehow got conned into working for the Government. Been role-playing both on forums and TTRPGs for close to twenty years at this point. I'm like 99% retired from active RPing on the Guild, but I still like to poke my head onto here once in a while to make sure that I didn't leave the lights on.
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
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J E S S I C A C A M P B E L L J O N E S ♦ F U N C T I O N A L A L C O H O L I C ♦ N E W Y O R K, N E W Y O R K ♦ A L I A S I N V E S T I G A T I O N S
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"I told you when you hired me-- These things-- These things rarely end well. "
Well, except for some tweaking of the backstory this is the general run-of-the-mill Jessica. Namely she didn’t get hospitalized by the Avengers during her time with Kilgrave for obvious reason. I recently rewatched You Were Never Really Here and had a chance to play Disco Elysium, so I’ve been thinking a lot about Trauma lately and its relation to the thriller/detective genre. I guess, fundamentally the biggest thing I went to do with Jessica is explore that trauma. As someone who personally deals with Post Traumatic Stress Order for reasons not unlike Jessica’s and who ended up coping with it in similar ways for a long while, so the idea speaks to me in a real core way. (Write what you know and all that, I guess.) Jessica is going to be struggling and I’ll put content warning stuff out there right now about things like self-harm and suicide if people would rather want to avoid that. I don’t want to glorify trauma in anyway, but I also don’t want to pull any punches either and I feel that the identity at the core of Jessica is good at handling that. I also want to juxtapose this core idea of trauma and helplessness with another about control and how those in power manifest different kinds of control. To that end, I want to take Jessica out of New York’s mean streets and into its penthouses with me also taking inspiration from a lot of Gibson’s post-cyberpunk works especially the “Bigend cycle”.
C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
To quote the youtuber Screened on his piece about You Were Never Really Here "This is a Story of an Exhausted Woman... trying to find a Reason to Stay." Jessica Jones is a broken woman. She spends almost all the money she makes on her alcoholism and she tries to kill herself at least once a week. The unaddressed trauma of her life, particularly the death of her family and a horrid encounter with Kilgrave early in her detective career has left in dire straits in terms of her mental health. But even though Jones is broken she is still a strong woman both literally due to her super strength and metaphorically due to her tenacity. Jessica throws herself completely at her detective work in order to avoid her own problems. As a result, Alias Investigations has a growing reputation for its track record and more and more powerful people have begun to ask after Jessica. This season will primarily follow Jessica as she is dunked headfirst into the darker side of New York’s rich and famous and how she deals with it. I also aim to focus on more smaller vignettes this time around guided by an overarching plot instead of doing the usually long-form style that I usually work with.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Supporting Characters:
Detective Zoe Kim - Contact for Jessica in the NYPD.
Patsy Walker - an old friend of Jessica's and secretly the vigilante known as Hellcat.
Mercedes "Misty" Knight - Owner of Knightwing Restorations Ltd, a security consulting firm with her partner
Colleen Wing. Knight was a cop who turned P.I during New York's crime boom in the 1980s due to her disillusionment with the force. Serves as an impromptu mentor to Jessica from time to time.
Mohsin Chadha - NYC'S Commissioner for Cultural Affairs and rising up and comer in the Democratic Party. Hired Jessica to find his daughter Sahiba who has gone missing.
Kilgrave - The one they call the purple man. Used his mind control powers to make Jessica his own personal slave for the better half of a year without her even knowing.
S A M P L E P O S T:
P O S T C A T A L O G:
Dilettante
1
Brooklyn, New York
Cony Island Boardwalk
5:45 PM
Jessica flicked her lighter on and off. It was a tick that she did when she was anxious, agitated, or waiting like she was now. She cupped the flame with her free hand to shield it from the sea breeze that habituated the boardwalk. Sitting there with the fur lined collar of her trucker jacket pulled up against her neck making it look like a priest’s habit, Jessica couldn't help but feel like she belonged in a Tarkovsky film. Unfortunately, the mere mention of Tarkovsky triggered a primordial gag reflex in her. She dated a film critic once and they collectively decided to do a marathon viewing of the Russian's work while slamming down several bottles of $15 Georgian vodka; she vomited for a week after that. Now the mere mention of Avant Garde Slavic filmmakers made her stomach do somersaults.
"Stomach disagreeing with you?"
Detective Zoe Kim sat down next to her. A solid streak of grey hair along her left temple made her look older than her mid-thirties. Dressed in all black with a matching leather jacket torn at the left shoulder and patched with duct tape, Zoe looked more like Lou Reed than a cop. But, the way she walked, like she owned the city, like she knew it like the back of her hand could have only been acquired by someone who had walked the beat.
"Cause you look like you're about to throw up your lunch Jones."
"Shut it Kim," Jessica croaked forcing down a rising current of bile. "it's just a psychological reaction."
"Sure looks like a psychological reaction," Kim replied with a shake of her head. "you mind if I borrow a light?"
Jessica raised the open flame of her lighter to a cigarette that Kim produced from her jacket pocket. There was a slight tremble in Kim's outreached hand that neither of them commented on. Permanent nerve damage that occurred on the pair's first outing. Kim took a bullet for her before she knew about the whole gene altering chemicals deal. The bullet luckily didn't go anywhere lethal, but it did fuck with the nerves in her left arm. After that she was shifted up the chain of command where she found detectives spend a lot more time sitting behind a desk than doing actual police work.
"You know," started Kim as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. "this was the first place I saw someone die? I was 13 down at the amusement park and this kid had just won a big stuffed polar bear to impress a girl. It was one of those big bears holding a heart, real sappy shit. Turns out though the girl's boyfriend wasn't moved by the suitor's advances and he drove a knife between the kid's ribs. The bear didn't stay too white after that."
"Love hurts." summarized Jessica with a shrug as she stashed her lighter away.
"Ain't that the truth," replied Kim with a philosopher's solemn nod. "though I suppose I didn't call you here to bitch about my childhood trauma."
"Yeah," replied Jessica. "you usually only do that when you're drunk."
"Haha," Kim answered in a dead monotone. "you know I can always offer this gig to somebody else."
"You'll be hard fucking pressed finding somebody better than me."
Silently conceding to Jessica's point, Kim withdrew a Manila folder from inside her jacket pocket and handed it over without comment. The first thing Jessica noticed was the word CONFIDENTIAL written in red permanent marker across the width of the folder. The second thing Jessica noticed was that the folder was very light which signaled to her that the case was either very old or very new, and judging by the fresh marker smell she suspected it was the latter. Jessica reached into the folder and in her digging she caught the edge of something smooth which she withdrew from the envelope.
It was a 4x12 print of a girl standing in front of the library at Bryant park. She was dressed stylishly in the latest trends and with long black hair that fell to about her waist. Young adult in her early twenties, judging by the cut of her clothes came from a wealthy family, and if Jessica had to guess probably Pakistani or Indian. She looked happy, but if she was happy then Jessica wouldn’t have to get involved.
“Who is she?” asked Jessica as she peered closer at the photo as if some hidden secrets would reveal themselves to her.
“Sahiba Chadha,” Kim stated as she ground the stub of her cigarette out into the bench they were sitting on. “senior at Columbia, studies Sociology, wants to pursue her PhD, and the daughter of the current Commissioner of Cultural Affairs - Mohsin Chadha.”
“And what’s wrong with her?”
“She’s been missing for a week now.”
“Are you and the good old boys in blue looking into it?” questioned Jessica.
“No investigation has been opened up, and I should let you know Jones,” answered Kim “this call comes straight from the Mayor’s office.”
Jessica raised a brow. She knew that soon after Kim got promoted the Mayor’s office had reached out to her to perform some consulting, but she hadn’t realized Kim had become the Mayor’s hand in the force. It was something that Jessica could never do, she hated politics with a passion and tried her best to keep a respectable distance from any governmental office. But Kim had rent to pay like anyone else and Jessica figured it helped having friends in high places.
“What’s the Mayor’s office have to do with this?” Jessica asked as she slotted the photo back into the envelope.
“Mohsin Chadha is the man that the establishment is grooming to be the next Mayor. A big enough scandal could bring down a mayoral race before it even starts. So, the powers that be want to do everything in their power to solve this problem before the press get their hands on it. So that means no NYPD, and especially no official investigations.”
“Only little old me,” finished Jessica. “I hope the “establishment” knows that I don’t come cheap.”
“Check the bottom of the bag.” replied Kim who by this point had turned her gaze away from her companion and towards the water.
Jessica reached further down and felt her hands brush up against a small bundle held together by a binder clip. Pulling the bundle out of the envelope revealed it to be a neat collection of hundred-dollar bills, and if Jessica’s quick tally was right, she was looking at about five grand. Jessica nodded approvingly before she stuffed the bundle back into the envelope and out of public eye. It was enough to pay rent and make sure she didn’t go into withdrawal this month.
“You’ll get another five thousand at the completion of the job with room for potential bonuses.” Kim replied still looking at the outgoing tide.
“Is this excursion taxpayer funded?” asked Jessica.
“That would leave a paper trail.” Kim pointed out and didn’t need to elaborate more than that.
“Last question,” Jessica asked as she ran her free hand through her hair. “when do I start?”
“You have a Nine A.M meeting with the Commissioner at the Cloisters, his people will be sending a car to pick you up.” Kim answered, she stood up performing torso rotations to loosen up her back muscles wound up tense from her brooding posture. “And please try to clean up before then? You smell like a walking distillery.”
“F&#@ you too Kim”
“First impressions are important Jess.” the detective stressed. “I’m putting my own neck on the line vouching for you like this. They had a whole gaggle of spooks lined up to take this gig.”
“Why push me forward as the preferred candidate then?”
“Because,” sighed Kim. “I don’t want some coked-up GI with a license to kill running around my city. I had enough of those dealing with the cleanup of the Mutant Liberation Front and Captain “Let’s start executing people in the street” America. I want somebody with brains even if your too drunk to use them.”
“That sounded like a compliment Kim.” teased Jessica.
“I don’t do compliments.” remarked Kim flatly as she turned to walk away. “my dad always said they were for pu%#!!s.”
And on that cheerful note Kim made her exit down the boardwalk.
“You’re somehow a bigger C&*t than me!” Jessica called after the detective, who simply flipped her off and kept on walking. She watched Kim until she vanished in the distance, her black pallet indiscernible as night quickly approach.
Once she was alone, Jessica quickly reproduced the bundle of cash from the envelope and cradled it in her hands. It was the most money she had seen in once place in a long time. Jessica Jones didn’t get involved in politics… apparently until they started offering to pay her. She was a lot of things worse than a hypocrite, and if hypocrisy kept the lights on, that was good enough for her right now.
She stashed the bundle of bills into her jacket pocket while withdrawing her lighter at the same time. A quick rule that Jessica had found out early into her Investigatory career was whenever somebody handed you something labeled CONFIDENTIAL, you better damn well get rid of the evidence, and the envelope and its contents were no different. She hovered a corner of the envelope over the lighter’s flame watching as the fire slowly began to spread. When the envelope became too hot for her to hold onto, she shoved it down a trashcan, before making her own exit.
As she walked away, Jessica produced a thin black moleskin and a pen. Jessica started writing things down obsessively soon after she awoke from her coma to realign her frayed thoughts. These days, Jessica did almost all of that writing on a note app on her phone that even came with a little mood tracker, but she still insisted on hand recording all her case information. And so, taking a pen to her little notebook, Jessica Jones scrawled out a heading.
"Stomach disagreeing with you?"
Detective Zoe Kim sat down next to her. A solid streak of grey hair along her left temple made her look older than her mid-thirties. Dressed in all black with a matching leather jacket torn at the left shoulder and patched with duct tape, Zoe looked more like Lou Reed than a cop. But, the way she walked, like she owned the city, like she knew it like the back of her hand could have only been acquired by someone who had walked the beat.
"Cause you look like you're about to throw up your lunch Jones."
"Shut it Kim," Jessica croaked forcing down a rising current of bile. "it's just a psychological reaction."
"Sure looks like a psychological reaction," Kim replied with a shake of her head. "you mind if I borrow a light?"
Jessica raised the open flame of her lighter to a cigarette that Kim produced from her jacket pocket. There was a slight tremble in Kim's outreached hand that neither of them commented on. Permanent nerve damage that occurred on the pair's first outing. Kim took a bullet for her before she knew about the whole gene altering chemicals deal. The bullet luckily didn't go anywhere lethal, but it did fuck with the nerves in her left arm. After that she was shifted up the chain of command where she found detectives spend a lot more time sitting behind a desk than doing actual police work.
"You know," started Kim as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. "this was the first place I saw someone die? I was 13 down at the amusement park and this kid had just won a big stuffed polar bear to impress a girl. It was one of those big bears holding a heart, real sappy shit. Turns out though the girl's boyfriend wasn't moved by the suitor's advances and he drove a knife between the kid's ribs. The bear didn't stay too white after that."
"Love hurts." summarized Jessica with a shrug as she stashed her lighter away.
"Ain't that the truth," replied Kim with a philosopher's solemn nod. "though I suppose I didn't call you here to bitch about my childhood trauma."
"Yeah," replied Jessica. "you usually only do that when you're drunk."
"Haha," Kim answered in a dead monotone. "you know I can always offer this gig to somebody else."
"You'll be hard fucking pressed finding somebody better than me."
Silently conceding to Jessica's point, Kim withdrew a Manila folder from inside her jacket pocket and handed it over without comment. The first thing Jessica noticed was the word CONFIDENTIAL written in red permanent marker across the width of the folder. The second thing Jessica noticed was that the folder was very light which signaled to her that the case was either very old or very new, and judging by the fresh marker smell she suspected it was the latter. Jessica reached into the folder and in her digging she caught the edge of something smooth which she withdrew from the envelope.
It was a 4x12 print of a girl standing in front of the library at Bryant park. She was dressed stylishly in the latest trends and with long black hair that fell to about her waist. Young adult in her early twenties, judging by the cut of her clothes came from a wealthy family, and if Jessica had to guess probably Pakistani or Indian. She looked happy, but if she was happy then Jessica wouldn’t have to get involved.
“Who is she?” asked Jessica as she peered closer at the photo as if some hidden secrets would reveal themselves to her.
“Sahiba Chadha,” Kim stated as she ground the stub of her cigarette out into the bench they were sitting on. “senior at Columbia, studies Sociology, wants to pursue her PhD, and the daughter of the current Commissioner of Cultural Affairs - Mohsin Chadha.”
“And what’s wrong with her?”
“She’s been missing for a week now.”
“Are you and the good old boys in blue looking into it?” questioned Jessica.
“No investigation has been opened up, and I should let you know Jones,” answered Kim “this call comes straight from the Mayor’s office.”
Jessica raised a brow. She knew that soon after Kim got promoted the Mayor’s office had reached out to her to perform some consulting, but she hadn’t realized Kim had become the Mayor’s hand in the force. It was something that Jessica could never do, she hated politics with a passion and tried her best to keep a respectable distance from any governmental office. But Kim had rent to pay like anyone else and Jessica figured it helped having friends in high places.
“What’s the Mayor’s office have to do with this?” Jessica asked as she slotted the photo back into the envelope.
“Mohsin Chadha is the man that the establishment is grooming to be the next Mayor. A big enough scandal could bring down a mayoral race before it even starts. So, the powers that be want to do everything in their power to solve this problem before the press get their hands on it. So that means no NYPD, and especially no official investigations.”
“Only little old me,” finished Jessica. “I hope the “establishment” knows that I don’t come cheap.”
“Check the bottom of the bag.” replied Kim who by this point had turned her gaze away from her companion and towards the water.
Jessica reached further down and felt her hands brush up against a small bundle held together by a binder clip. Pulling the bundle out of the envelope revealed it to be a neat collection of hundred-dollar bills, and if Jessica’s quick tally was right, she was looking at about five grand. Jessica nodded approvingly before she stuffed the bundle back into the envelope and out of public eye. It was enough to pay rent and make sure she didn’t go into withdrawal this month.
“You’ll get another five thousand at the completion of the job with room for potential bonuses.” Kim replied still looking at the outgoing tide.
“Is this excursion taxpayer funded?” asked Jessica.
“That would leave a paper trail.” Kim pointed out and didn’t need to elaborate more than that.
“Last question,” Jessica asked as she ran her free hand through her hair. “when do I start?”
“You have a Nine A.M meeting with the Commissioner at the Cloisters, his people will be sending a car to pick you up.” Kim answered, she stood up performing torso rotations to loosen up her back muscles wound up tense from her brooding posture. “And please try to clean up before then? You smell like a walking distillery.”
“F&#@ you too Kim”
“First impressions are important Jess.” the detective stressed. “I’m putting my own neck on the line vouching for you like this. They had a whole gaggle of spooks lined up to take this gig.”
“Why push me forward as the preferred candidate then?”
“Because,” sighed Kim. “I don’t want some coked-up GI with a license to kill running around my city. I had enough of those dealing with the cleanup of the Mutant Liberation Front and Captain “Let’s start executing people in the street” America. I want somebody with brains even if your too drunk to use them.”
“That sounded like a compliment Kim.” teased Jessica.
“I don’t do compliments.” remarked Kim flatly as she turned to walk away. “my dad always said they were for pu%#!!s.”
And on that cheerful note Kim made her exit down the boardwalk.
“You’re somehow a bigger C&*t than me!” Jessica called after the detective, who simply flipped her off and kept on walking. She watched Kim until she vanished in the distance, her black pallet indiscernible as night quickly approach.
Once she was alone, Jessica quickly reproduced the bundle of cash from the envelope and cradled it in her hands. It was the most money she had seen in once place in a long time. Jessica Jones didn’t get involved in politics… apparently until they started offering to pay her. She was a lot of things worse than a hypocrite, and if hypocrisy kept the lights on, that was good enough for her right now.
She stashed the bundle of bills into her jacket pocket while withdrawing her lighter at the same time. A quick rule that Jessica had found out early into her Investigatory career was whenever somebody handed you something labeled CONFIDENTIAL, you better damn well get rid of the evidence, and the envelope and its contents were no different. She hovered a corner of the envelope over the lighter’s flame watching as the fire slowly began to spread. When the envelope became too hot for her to hold onto, she shoved it down a trashcan, before making her own exit.
As she walked away, Jessica produced a thin black moleskin and a pen. Jessica started writing things down obsessively soon after she awoke from her coma to realign her frayed thoughts. These days, Jessica did almost all of that writing on a note app on her phone that even came with a little mood tracker, but she still insisted on hand recording all her case information. And so, taking a pen to her little notebook, Jessica Jones scrawled out a heading.
N E W C A S E: T H E C O M M I S S I O N E R ' S D A U G H T E R
If you’d like I can grant you back your co GM ship.
Only if you need the help! I'm also just fine watching the roller coaster this time lmao.
Though I'm currently toying with some concepts for this time around. Namely, a down on his luck ISB agent that gets handed stewardship of the "worst post in the Bureau" after his last mission went spectacularly FUBAR. It might take me a little bit to iron out all the details between work, but I'll definitely try to get something up by the week's end.
It back.
~Insert words here~
@Andreyich@Peik
I need to finish looking over both your sheets but what I'm seeing so far looks pretty good! Since you guys got them in early, I might be able to do beyond my official final one to give you guys a chance to clarify any questions I have. Though I'm not going to make any promises to that regard because that really depends on how quickly everyone else gets their sheets in because If I do give them, I don't want to do a half-assed job on them.
And we will be getting a discord server soon. It will primarily be used to coordinate things and for off-topic banter, while the OOC will remain the place to go for official communications and questions. I'm just hesitant to make it right away because I have run into that awkward situation where somebody joins the discord, but I end up having to reject them from the roleplay and then that's just awkward for everyone, so I'm probably gonna wait until we have our established final roster before it goes live.
@Jarl Coolgruuf
And maybe your wish will be granted if you submit a sheet that is ;]
@Stormflyx
But can doggos never not be good? He says having ever only owned cats.
But yeah that's completely understandable! Overextending yourself is never a good thing.
@The Bork Lazer
I don't see why you can't have a pet radroach people have tamed crazier things before.
@Moskau Spieluhr
That's an interesting question! My primary assumption for Cascadia's "canon" is that the Courier recruited everybody they could. So the Bommer's wouldn't have been outright killed, as we know for a fact that the Boomers become good trading partners with the NCR and the Gun Runners in particular after the battle. So over time what that means for the Boomers is that they can't maintain their isolationists' policy forever, the very act of trade itself creating a system of interdependence that is hard to wiggle yourself out of, because once you start trading with a force like the NCR its only a matter of time until you become the NCR. So you might have Boomers that decide to leave or more strangers coming along with the caravans to integrate with their community. Until finally, I think over time, Nellis becomes just another settlement in the Mojave, just one that happens to be much more heavily defended than the rest of them.
All that being said, the question I would ask you then when drafting up this character is to consider what Boomer "culture" would look like in one hundred years. What parts of their heritage would they retain and what parts would they lose? As after all, the NCR as much as it has the trappings of democracy, it still at is heart is an empire and is defined by associated avenues of power: land acquisition, goals of an ever-expanding regional influence, and of course a cultural hegemony that for the NCR is based on its military and land-owning elite. And so the question I ask you to wrestle with is what parts of their culture did the Boomer's hold onto and in some ways solidify them even further to the point of near-mythologization and what parts have been eroded away?
Sorry if that explanation is a little wordy and wonky. I'm reading a book right now called Slavophile Thought and the Politics of Cultural Nationalism as part of a bigger project for work right now, So I've been doing a lot of thinking recently about the interplay between cultural identity, national identity, and the hegemonic pressures of Empire.
I need to finish looking over both your sheets but what I'm seeing so far looks pretty good! Since you guys got them in early, I might be able to do beyond my official final one to give you guys a chance to clarify any questions I have. Though I'm not going to make any promises to that regard because that really depends on how quickly everyone else gets their sheets in because If I do give them, I don't want to do a half-assed job on them.
And we will be getting a discord server soon. It will primarily be used to coordinate things and for off-topic banter, while the OOC will remain the place to go for official communications and questions. I'm just hesitant to make it right away because I have run into that awkward situation where somebody joins the discord, but I end up having to reject them from the roleplay and then that's just awkward for everyone, so I'm probably gonna wait until we have our established final roster before it goes live.
@Jarl Coolgruuf
And maybe your wish will be granted if you submit a sheet that is ;]
@Stormflyx
But can doggos never not be good? He says having ever only owned cats.
But yeah that's completely understandable! Overextending yourself is never a good thing.
@The Bork Lazer
I don't see why you can't have a pet radroach people have tamed crazier things before.
@Moskau Spieluhr
That's an interesting question! My primary assumption for Cascadia's "canon" is that the Courier recruited everybody they could. So the Bommer's wouldn't have been outright killed, as we know for a fact that the Boomers become good trading partners with the NCR and the Gun Runners in particular after the battle. So over time what that means for the Boomers is that they can't maintain their isolationists' policy forever, the very act of trade itself creating a system of interdependence that is hard to wiggle yourself out of, because once you start trading with a force like the NCR its only a matter of time until you become the NCR. So you might have Boomers that decide to leave or more strangers coming along with the caravans to integrate with their community. Until finally, I think over time, Nellis becomes just another settlement in the Mojave, just one that happens to be much more heavily defended than the rest of them.
All that being said, the question I would ask you then when drafting up this character is to consider what Boomer "culture" would look like in one hundred years. What parts of their heritage would they retain and what parts would they lose? As after all, the NCR as much as it has the trappings of democracy, it still at is heart is an empire and is defined by associated avenues of power: land acquisition, goals of an ever-expanding regional influence, and of course a cultural hegemony that for the NCR is based on its military and land-owning elite. And so the question I ask you to wrestle with is what parts of their culture did the Boomer's hold onto and in some ways solidify them even further to the point of near-mythologization and what parts have been eroded away?
Sorry if that explanation is a little wordy and wonky. I'm reading a book right now called Slavophile Thought and the Politics of Cultural Nationalism as part of a bigger project for work right now, So I've been doing a lot of thinking recently about the interplay between cultural identity, national identity, and the hegemonic pressures of Empire.
Hey folks just a little update on my part so y'know that I didn't vanish or anything. Today was a big travel day for me because I had to go visit my mother for her birthday. I'm just getting back home now and it's close to 1:20 in the morning at this point and my eyes want to melt from exhaustion. So I'm gonna go hit the hay and I'll look over your burning questions once I'm up and moving again!
As always, if you need my attention tag me here or shoot me a PM and I'll try to get to it as promptly as possible. Good luck on your applications! I believe in you all!
As always, if you need my attention tag me here or shoot me a PM and I'll try to get to it as promptly as possible. Good luck on your applications! I believe in you all!
@Andreyich
Honestly, they all could work! I'll just end up giving you the advice I give to everyone during the Character Sheet process. My advice is always to pick whatever concept you find the most compelling. Don't be afraid if it is a little out of the box or if somebody else created a similar concept. The character whose story you want to tell is always going to be the one that comes off the strongest and the chances are high if you are invested in the character and I can see that then I will be invested in the character as well. Also! (Интересный для вас факт: моя невеста из Витебска.)
@Odin
Thanks for the heads up! I'll take a look into it and see if I can't get it working again and yeah it is fontmeme.
@Ghost Shadow
Alright! Can't wait to see what you come up with!
@Moskau Spieluhr
Lore dump is indeed large. I think it came out to 10 pages in my word document and that was after edits? lmao
Honestly, they all could work! I'll just end up giving you the advice I give to everyone during the Character Sheet process. My advice is always to pick whatever concept you find the most compelling. Don't be afraid if it is a little out of the box or if somebody else created a similar concept. The character whose story you want to tell is always going to be the one that comes off the strongest and the chances are high if you are invested in the character and I can see that then I will be invested in the character as well. Also! (Интересный для вас факт: моя невеста из Витебска.)
@Odin
Thanks for the heads up! I'll take a look into it and see if I can't get it working again and yeah it is fontmeme.
@Ghost Shadow
Alright! Can't wait to see what you come up with!
@Moskau Spieluhr
Lore dump is indeed large. I think it came out to 10 pages in my word document and that was after edits? lmao
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