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Elysium: Unto Dawn [Sola & HokumPocus]

Maikaela

MAIKAELA

Character song: From the Cartographer - ODDEEO

"She's MAI best friend!"
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MAI is a droid created under the federation and marketed at young families. My Artificial Intelligence was made with the intention of fulfilling the human socialization needs that are ever present in young children. They are equipped with a constantly expanding virtual library of nursery rhymes, stories and more that adapt to the age of each individual child, even capable of sharing parenting advice and therapy with their customers. They are a must have for the wealthy and hectic couple of today.

This particular MAI model was stolen and cut off from their network with the intention of using them to spy on powerful federation members from inside their homes. Of course, this is not even as remotely easy as it sounds, as their targets often have security systems that compete with their weapons in terms of size, price and power. This model is currently a rookie and will have to go under strenuous training in order to blend in and learn to hurt people as much as nurture them.

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PERSONALITY

Maikaela has remained with a static amount of entertainment in their internal storage and enjoys using it to talk to others and remedy their problems. Although this is mostly because helping the people around them is instinctual, or as close as a droid could get to instinctual, Maikaela longs for their past life. They often ponder the what ifs involved in that fate-changing day and become happy when they can forget about the present for a little bit. They are prone to long periods of sadness and daydreaming.

They understand that hurting and killing others is a necessity to achieve peace, but they’re still new to the vanguard and severe violence will emotionally affect them. While it is true that they are equipped with the information necessary to aid in domestic accidents like fire safety and choking prevention methods, Maikaela is not be able to withstand the sight of anything rougher than a paper cut.

Mikaela doesn't resent their kidnappers as they share a common goal, but thoughts of "why me and not another model?" often lingers in their head.

A mixture of programming and experience has led Maikaela to become a natural expert with children. This, in turn, has led to them having the patience of a saint and the kindness of one too. Although, as they bloody their hands in the name of peace, this confidence around the innocent will be tested.

Likes



Ancient religion: Maikaela fabricated their name by combining their MAI identity with the name of the archangel of protection, Michael. Records of ancient churches and the details regarding angels fascinate them.

Onesies for adults: A hybrid of the soft colors and fabric of their old clothes and the efficiency and comfort of their new ones.

How schools appeared and functioned prior to the war: Partly out of sadness, partly out of inspiration.

Dislikes



Feeling useless: Maikaela is used to being in control and having a network of other MAI models to fall back on, so general incompetence is a new and negative concept.

Physical contact: Being hugged means that the other person becomes acutely aware of how artificial they are.

Games: Oftentimes MAI models are required to lose games in order to make their clients happy. Maikaela has trouble picking up on whether it's appropriate to try and win, and finds the entire game-within-a-game aspect frustrating.

APPEARANCE

While the standard MAI model wears inoffensive and conservative clothing, Maikaela's original clothes aren't appropriate for their day to day life. They now typically wear anything modest and easily obtainable. Coveralls meant for janitors and most worker uniforms make up their entire casual wardrobe, with the exception of a men's jacket meant as an apology gift from their kidnappers.

Mikaela's eyes are intentionally designed to be large and amicable in order to avoid approaching the uncanny valley. Their small and slightly androgynous frame as well as their head to body ratio similiarly reinforce this idea. The chest contains a flat panel that can be removed to access their insides for maintenance.

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The HokumPocus 1x1 broadcast

Hi! I'm HokumPocus, a roleplayer here on rpg. I've never really been one for 1x1 roleplays, seeing as the average post from this section of the website contains a minimum of fifteen equally reprehensible fetishes and a tendency to confuse rpg for a dating site. My tastes regarding roleplays is fairly standard, so I've been content in the past with just sticking to group affairs. However, I have also developed an urge to roleplay my more unconventional interests, hence this post.

If I had to describe my posting style I'd clock myself in as a fairly typical member of the casual section. I know all about the whole "speling annd grammer" thing the kids these days go crazy about, and hey, I even use fontmeme to decorate my sheets sometimes! I stay away from the free section because I think it limits the complexity of the characters you can create and the scenes that you can describe. As for advanced, I don't meddle too often there, since those roleplays are often themed around giant franchises that I don't really care enough about to research thoroughly. I'm definitely down to do one though! If it's something that I'm passionate about, of course.

Speaking of passion, here are my interests.

Comedy - This is my primary interest. I've never seen someone on this website do a mainly comedic roleplay. It always takes a backseat, no matter the genre or style. I've run comedic group roleplays in the past, but people commonly join without reading the fine print and make 100% serious characters without much omedic potential. I don't mind it that much, seeing as variety is the spice of life in group roleplays and watching people react to the stupid shit I throw their way is always fun. "Comedy" in this case is being used as an adjective. Combining comedy with any of my interests is a guaranteed way to make me love you.

Idols - I'm a fan of several different idol franchises, and have always wanted to write something related to idols out. Love Live!, the SideM branch of iDOLM@STER, and Bang Dream! are what I'm into nowadays. Our tastes don't have to overlap, seeing as we can make an original setting together in the spirit of friendship, yay!

Fantasy - I have a crippling craving for some lighthearted fantasy romping. My middle school addiction to gaming parody videos is like one of those diseases that never really leaves your bloodstream, and as such I really like the idea of a fantasy world that doesn´t take itself seriously.

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The HokumPocus 1x1 broadcast

Hi! I'm HokumPocus, a roleplayer here on rpg. I've never really been one for 1x1 roleplays, seeing as the average post from this section of the website contains a minimum of fifteen equally reprehensible fetishes and a tendency to confuse rpg for a dating site. My tastes regarding roleplays is fairly standard, so I've been content in the past with just sticking to group affairs. However, I have also developed an urge to roleplay my more unconventional interests, hence this post.

If I had to describe my posting style I'd clock myself in as a fairly typical member of the casual section. I know all about the whole "speling annd grammer" thing the kids these days go crazy about, and hey, I even use fontmeme to decorate my sheets sometimes! I stay away from the free section because I think it limits the complexity of the characters you can create and the scenes that you can describe. As for advanced, I don't meddle too often there, since those roleplays are often themed around giant franchises that I don't really care enough about to research thoroughly. I'm definitely down to do one though! If it's something that I'm passionate about, of course.

I had originally planned on listing of various interests of mine that don´t quite align with what the average user of this website finds interesting, but at the end of the day what I want the most are anime idols. I´m a fan of Love Live, Bang Dream and The Idolm@ster: SideM, so there are a lot of different sources for me to pull inspiration from. An overlap in what franchises we like isn´t necessary, seeing as we could always just make our own setting. It says so in the title, but to reiterate, this would be completely and totally SFW.

Pokemon: New World 2.0

@Balthazar007

Oh sorry, I wasn't aware of both types needing to be covered lol (it's an easy fix, since it can just be assumed that the pokeball refused to open due to the magnemite already being owned rather than distance)

Also, I promise my next posts won't be so beefy. I just needed to quickly introduce his personality/motives/first pokemon since he's a new character and the others are miles ahead in development

Pokemon: New World 2.0

Adriana City

Isaac sheepishly stepped out of the building that housed the laboratory, unable to fully process his first official day of being a pokemon trainer. Adriana City's lab was located in the luxurious part of town and he couldn't shake off the funny way the employees looked at him. Was it his boring outfit? What about his glasses, were they the problem? A very self conscious and jittery Isaac took a seat on the ground and began to rummage through his backpack. The sleek and shiny pokeball and pokedex contrasted the heavy wear and tear of his bag, and for a moment he felt guilty, as if he stole something. Maybe people will think that!, he thought nervously. Having worked at an auto repair shop for most of his life, he was used to being filthy and sitting down wherever, but that philosophy wasn't exactly compatible with this part of the city. Isaac stood up, and returned to the humbler streets near his home.

Becoming a pokemon trainer was something he never in a million years would have done. If it weren't for the revelation of his mother being alive somewhere, he would have probably stayed at the shop his entire life, not that he had a problem with that. And as he began to get lost more and more in thought, the sight of a resting magnemite shocked him almost as much as a thunder attack from one of them would have. A steel type! With how familiar he was around machinery, Isaac decided early on that he'd capture and train one. The last thing he wanted was an unpredictable and dangerous animal to constantly have to deal with.

He had studied plenty over steel types a few days ago while he was still packing. Magnemite would eventually evolve into magnezone, a speedy and sleek fighter that had more in common with a fighter jet than any organic creature. This particular magnemite was in the dead end of an apartment cluster, not in a hurry to do much. It could hover away and escape, but this little urban advantage would at least make it tougher to do so. Isaac clutched his one and only pokeball like a stress ball, his sweaty hand struggling to correctly grip the polished and new material. On the other hand was a brochure on how to safely capture a pokemon, taken from the laboratory reception desk earlier. He knew all the theory behind it, and held it out of stress and a need to reassure himself more than anything. Isaac stared at the tools in his hands and then at the magnemite. I know the theory, but what about the practice?

He exhaled, raised a knee and pulled his pokeball arm back until it couldn't stretch any further. Gathering all his inner strength, he whipped his arm forward while vividly imagining a magnezone in his posession. Isaac missed. Isaac missed! So badly, infact, that the pokeball didnt even open due to how far it was from the magnemite. It smacked a nearby trash can and rolled back to him lazily, scaring off the pokemon and his confidence in one loud bang. And as he waddled over to pick up his one and only pokeball, something else seemed to have noticed him.

A scraggly mareep emerged from the shadows. It was covered in grime and cocked its head at the nervous visitor in front of him, curious as to why he flung a shiny rock at its home. He was hesitant to try and capture the pokemon, but figured he had no choice but to at least try.

Isaac straightened out the brochure and held it directly in front of him. The first step to catch a pokemon like one of the pros, it said, was to ensure a distance of around seven meters. A smile slowly crept on the boy's face as he realized that he had already achieved that. "Okay, now for step two!", Isaac exclaimed, triumphant. He lowered the brochure to look at the pokemon again. Something was odd. "Weren't you further away from me?" He muttered nervously, as it seemed to have moved closer to him while he was distracted. His eyes stared at the cute infographics within the brochure and sought further instructions. He quickly looked in front of him again and the mareep looked even closer. It was to Isaac's horror that he realized that the filthy little sheep was slowly walking towards him.

"S-Stay back!" he shouted, but the animal ignored him and continued to inch forwards. Was it angry? Scared? DEFENSIVE? CURIOUS!? HUNGRY???!!! Isaac entered a state of total panic and alternated between gawking at the pokeball, the brochure, and the dirty sheep in front of him. The mareep was unaffected by his meltdown and stopped to stare at the trash can. It headbutted the trash can. And again. And again. And a few more times. Isaac was bewildered at how happy it looked. Did it..... like the noise? Seeing such a ridiculous display convinced him to leave the area and ditch the mareep. The only problem was that it was now him who was cornered in the dead end and it was the mareep who was eager to approach him.

Isaac looked at the pokeball again and generated an idea. He'd lob it at the trash can to join in on the noisy fun. It was an industrial garbage bin with a large surface area so it would be hard to miss or hit the mareep. And afterwards, he reasoned, the pokeball would just roll back to him and he wouldn't lose it! And then the pokemon would be distracted and he'd just go and catch a steel type! With a confident smile, Isaac threw the pokeball. He missed the enormous target spectacularly and the pokeball hit the mareep in its rear. It snapped open and shut before Isaac could yell out an apology. Mareep was caught.

Updates

0 TP > 5 TP (Monthly bonus)
Pokemon captured: 1 (Mareep) Lv.1, Nickname and gender still unknown
Party:
Mareep Lv. 1
Inventory:
Pokedex

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Octavio flexed the fingers of his hand. “What, don’t tell me you fell for such low-grade tricks of mine.” With an unnecessary snap of his fingers a white sheen blanketed his cornea. “Our magic’s smothered, not extinguished, and there’s a lot you can do with the smoke.” The illusion centered on such a small part of his body dissipated with the words.

It was a relief to have Karina of all people stride in. Tayla seemed to be talented at stabbing things until they stopped breathing, his own talents more focused in the verbal arts, so Karina would make an excellent third to round out their extremes, not counting the familiars. She spoke with a different tone of voice, clearly affected by recent events. He couldn’t blame her. In mere moments a petition for help had turned into a fight for their lives.

“Walking in the dark, having the numbers unfavorably against us…” he sighed at Karina’s words. “Just once I’d love for us to be the ones orchestrating the cheap shots first.”

He wiped his knife clean with a bedsheet, no longer interested in its original purpose. Regroup, fight back. She definitely had a military background. “I can improvise the odd parlor trick here or there, but the magic I’m running on is quite tragically as suppressed as everybody else’s. The silver lining is I can reuse the little eye stunt since the ones it worked on are dead.” A dry smile cracked his face. “Like telling the same joke to a different group of friends! You can count on me in that sense, most definitely!”

Another member joined their group, albeit with far less manners. She seemed to consider herself a “good” person, her words painting her as someone attempting to save them. But there was an undercurrent present. One he’d noted with Svephraey and just about every other power-hungry lunatic they’d encountered. Her casual use of the term “pactmaker”, her blasé consideration of just killing them all. Still, at least she was direct about it. Octavio broke into a jog as she left, along with the rest of their ragtag group.

“I suppose we don’t have much of a choice.”

Karina volleyed her own questions first. Her ship of thought was scrutinizing, far-reaching.

“She mentioned shattering it by killing us, to be precise. That leaves us with the unfortunate implication that death is our only way out of this little mess.” He shook his head, then added his own question into the mix. “This escape of yours would be far simpler had you already freed us of these devices. When do you intend to do that, exactly?” The words came out sweet, but their edge wasn’t hidden.

World-Building Section

As someone who uses a test thread for worldbuilding, I would ideally want the character sharing area to be expanded to include worldbuilding instead of creating a new section, since they aren't that structurally different TBH

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In the ancient ages of the continent of Maln those with the power to warp human emotions were treated as terrestrial angels, and were commonly thought to be the descendants of celestial beings from another plane. The surge in positive emotions called forth by these miraculous beings gave way to an age of enlightenment, one where mankind was technologically advancing at a rapid rate, even outpacing the magic it depended so heavily on. The technology to travel across the sky no matter the distance was a beacon of hope to the once pathetic species of thin skinned apes. With a combination of knowledge over the astral and further advances, travel to even beyond their plane was emerging across the horizon.

Through the passage of time, however, Maln saw an increase in tensions within its kingdoms out of the competitive nature of being the first to take to the stars. The situation worsened as the continent was struck by a sudden and devastating vegetation ruining plague. With no one to blame for the worsening times, fingers were pointed at these jesters of gods. The folk who once entrusted the jesters with their problems now saw them as the origin and inflicted punishment mercilessly.

To be a jester is to be able to create happiness. A jester specializes in specific branches of emotional magic, all of which are useful to humans and their various rampages for power. They are frequently tortured and worked to death with the intention of wringing as much magic from them as possible. A jester is like a sieve of negative emotions, one that needs validation and love from its surroundings to purify itself and continue the cycle. A jester burdened with the ailments of hundreds and seen as a subhuman will absorb the filth of human hearts like a rag of scum and wither away painfully.

These endlessly repeating acts of cruelty have done little to hold back the onslaught of misery that has scarred the land beyond recognition. The plague that has wilted most of Maln’s crops has caused a chain reaction resulting in the massive deaths of animals and mankind. Remaining kingdoms that have been reduced to shadows of their former selves engage in paranoid skirmishes with one another. Disgusting creatures that once took shelter from mankind now roam the lands laying waste to anything within their reach. And on top of it all, the jesters have begun to receive strange signals from entities not of this world. A voice pulsating from their heart, one telling them to “return”.

The continent of Maln as it currently stands is a wasteland of death and decay, one where nothing can thrive. Most of the technology that had been perfected over the course of centuries has now been forgotten and abandoned in its entirety, never to be recovered again. Magic has also declined, with most of its techniques and sects that have been refined over generations having been lost along with a large amount of civilization. Modern magicians are restricted to a sparse amount of offensive spells.

The story will center on a group of jesters who have received a sudden and inexplicable urge to break free from the shackles that bind them, with perhaps even the occasional human that strongly wishes to assist them in their journey.

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Shathouse LIVE: A Drag Queen Production

Carlton, Ohio, a rural and forgotten town in the middle of nowhere in the midwestern United States, a melting pot of fundamentalist christianity, illiteracy and billboards with strippers on them. Delve deep within its filthy entertainment venues and you'll find quite the interesting little drag bar, the town´s most famous. It's also the only one, but don't tell them that.

The Shathouse is a lot of things. It used to be an auto repair workshop, for one. Then it tried being a pancake house until their working conditions birthed an entire new norovirus. But right now? It's a sanctuary for the misfits and weirdos, a stage for the artistically inclined, and a place for alcoholics to get gimmick drinks that taste like ass. It's simultaneously a haven for those of a different inclination and a primary reason why politicians don't want them to be alive. Discussions about The Shathouse, however, must always inevitably mention the glitter encrusted and foul smelling elephant in the room: drag. The drag queens of The Shathouse are a colorful bunch of performers with several dozen criminal charges and Aquanet cans split between them, famed for their talent and poise. To join their ranks isn't easy though, as any possible drag queen must first pass the initiation ritual.

The ritual is a custom created by Travis Ingot, who runs The Shathouse and claims to have received a vision of it while on peyote in Cancun. It's just one of his many unorthodox beliefs that keep his employees on edge on the rare occasions he makes a public appearance.

You're a new performer in town and Travis has vaguely implied that you're worth his time. Be careful, as things aren't as easy as they seem. Carlton's neighbor, a pristine city full of urban yuppies, is fierce competition and leagues above anything it could ever reach. Between the heavy responsibility of elevating this shithole of a town's drag scene, navigating through the volatile world of relationships between drag queens, protesting against whatever new laws propose that setting you on fire be made legal, and putting tape where tape should never be, you have a hard career ahead of you.

Travis Ingot is the owner of the bar and has been for its entire four-decade lifespan, even when it was an auto repair store. He is a man whose motives and origins are shrouded in mystery, a man who refuses to speak more than he deems necessary and frequently disappears for long periods of time. He claims that the vision of a bar strongly came to him in a dream, that he knew the moment he received it it needed to be built and realized. A bar that would change the town entirely whether they wanted it or not, through the power of art, craft store glitter and raunchy pop music.

Intended as a 1x1 for the most part.

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Octavio's small step backwards was almost a hop. A quartet of fingers tore the air in front of his nose.

"Projection. Three syllables." His eyes lolled as he confirmed it to be the right number. "They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but it's the weakest form of charm. Everyone has a distorted view of the people around them. Your job is to determine and pine for that, not exact similitude. Amateurs." One of the Lord Ru'Tevs swiped at him a second time, once again only missing by a hair.

At a distance was Lynx, observing the rest of the party recover from Tayla's incident the way humans observed primates. The two were approaching the lift at a relaxed pace, but the sudden conversation from her still caught him off-guard.

"Unwanted surly behavior from Octavio should not be a concern. He favors those of a tasteful persuasion."

The familiar turned his head towards the man, and was met with the sight of him critiquing the chameleons. Lynx regretted having spoken. It was so easy for onlookers to view Octavio as the gracious man entertaining a familiar's delusions, Lynx thought, when it was clearly the opposite. Perhaps one day they would cross paths with another psychotic deity, one that would have them swap bodies. The man was far more suited to the life of a feline. He was practically pawing at the metal bars.

"Weirdo. That would be an accurate term." Not that Lynx didn't understand colloquialisms. The familiar simply once lived in a library, and those were places where phrases such as 'curses!' or 'by the gods!' made their appearance more frequently than the four letter word Tayla nearly... graced the party with. Weirdo seemed more interesting than the others he'd heard of. Newer, and possibly more appropriate. An idea struck him. One that would not have occurred to him under normal circumstances.

"I want to know more of this world's... colorful language."

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Unknown Forest

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Kaito's face didn't show much emotion in response to being discredited, which must have been a surprise to the others. It was a perk developed as a result of working in a career devoted entirely to the solution of conflict. To Kaito, his displays of cowardliness from earlier were a far cry from his typical professional behavior, an outlier caused by being suddenly placed in danger.

"Hallucinations are a symptom of many conditions, and can cause many other effects on their own. This disconnect between the 'self' and our surroundings is typical." He let out a small sigh of frustration. "But what makes this different is that all of us are seeing the same things... which would be..." He struggled to find a way to conclude his hypothesis, letting his eyes flicker down towards his journals before thinking better of it. This was something a color-coded frequent issues notebook couldn't handle. "Hmm, situations where multiple people have shared the same delusion have existed. Much rarer than your typical case, but still within the bounds of reality."

The way he spoke, it was like he was ignoring the purple haired girl. It wasn't intentional, he had just subconsciously lumped her in with the rest of the strange occurrences in the forest. Her name being Ipharia only solidified her place in his mind as an additional obstacle in the way of the truth.

"...My name is Kaito," he said, resting his eyes on her with a sense of unease. It was hard to dissect someone's behavior when they were so legitimately naive.

He listened quietly as she explained her background. Despite having hoped for information that could have helped him make sense of everything, even someone like Kaito who didn't keep up to date with pop culture knew he hit a dead end as soon as the word cleric left her mouth.

"Divinity, spells, oath, goblins..." he muttered to himself, as if he were carefully checking off a list of ailments. "Pilgrimage... monsters." His lips pursed. Another, larger sigh escaped his mouth.

"We might actually be in another world."

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Hider

Card game roleplay where no concrete stats or rules are used in favor of relying heavily on rule of cool and action packed tomfoolery in between slice of life moments.

Uhhhhhh something about music

Anything where angels are depicted accurately according to the bible aka organic robots covered in fire and all sorts of shit.

Anything involving old school runescape and its lore... heavily leaning in favor of it being a comedy adventure where players are real people stuck in the game world, full of tropes from early 2000s memes and the machinima mlg culture from that time period.