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Pirates Will Be Pirates

I’m looking for anyone to roleplay Pirates of the Caribbean with! I do ocxoc or double up with ocxcanon, whatever you prefer! Please pm me if you’re interested!

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

@tealrootssss sounds good to me!

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

@tealrootssss Oh you are so right! I fixed it, thank you so much for reminding me😅

Hermes Powder - The Strangest Academy in Existence

Name: Ophelia Colette Blachet

Aliases: Friends call her Lia, she usually goes by her middle name

Age: 18

Birthday: October 30th

Nationality: French

Ethnicity: Korean

Birth Place: A small, unknown town a few miles away from Paris called, Pellisville

Current Residence: London, England

Gender: Female

Education: Freshman in college

Job (optional): She currently works at a small antique shop as a floor girl

Appearance:

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Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Personality:
Ophelia is very strong willed, she refuses to take anything sitting down. If you are rude to her, she will call you out on it, and simply ask what the thought process was behind that. She cannot stand dull people, and will honestly tell you what she thinks of you if you ask. She is a good judge of character. Pride often can get in the way of logical actions, but she can see this and is trying to work on it.

Habits: When nervous, she either messes with her necklace or she picks at her skin with her nails

Hobbies: She plays piano

Fears:
* Thalassophobia: Fear of the Ocean
* Nyctophobia: Fear of the dark
* Trypanophobia: Fear of injections

Likes:
* Any kind of music that isn’t country.
* Pirates
* Rain
* Coffee
* The feeling of being understood
* Falconry

Dislikes:
* People who assume ignorance
* The dark
* People who make obvious lies to seem interesting
* Mugs
* Going to the beach
* Injustice

A Memory: (This will be elaborated in her history, but this is essentially a cause of her fear of the dark.)
Ophelias breathing is shaky, her eyes closed tightly as the damp wall presses on her back. It was her own fault she was here…right? She didn’t listen, the cellar was the only answer.
After she was locked in the cellar, she comes out behaved. But the cellar is so dark…Ophelia mistakes blood rushing in her ears as another persons breathing, and exhaling softly, she opens her eyes, praying that for once they just get used to the dark instead of conjuring up humanoid manifestations of her insecurities.
Of course she was not lucky. Looking out into the damp, dark room, she sees a person sitting in the middle of the floor, a few paces away from her, crouched and hunched over, long stringy hair showing. “Non…” Ophelia whispers, her voice breaking as the breathing in her ear gets louder, the creature crawling to her with strangely long limbs. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe at this point. She was stuck, in the dark.

History:
Ophelia grew up on the countryside in France. It was a nice enough area, with a good school, good neighbors. Although Ophelia never did meet any of them. She was a prisoner in her own house, her parents keeping her to homeschool and shape how they want.
They pushed her, more than what was healthy, berating and screaming at her if she failed. At five years old, Ophelia was taught that emotions and empathy made her weak, and if she cried, she was told to be logical, and sent down into the cellar as the most severe punishment.
She tried to grow accustomed to it, but the need for light always stuck with her. When she turned 18, she finally had enough, packing what she could, she snuck out of her house and ran, as far as humanly possible without stopping. It nearly drove her into several injuries, but the endurance she builder kept her going. She figured out how to get money fast, and booked it to London.
Now she resides in a small apartment, keeping up with her own training and her own life.

Character Quote: "I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I'm going to do it really, really well."

Theme Song: “Wonderful Nothing” Glass Animals

Anything Else: She has several tattoos that I will link below, a Siamese cat named Bernadette, and she only wears silver jewelry

Tattoos:
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How To Train Your Dragon

Hey guys! I am honestly just looking for someone who would want to roleplay How To Train Your Dragon (HTTYD)! The timeline would be during the show time period, so if you are interested, please DM me!

There are Eyes in the Walls

Ophelia watches the stranger weave through the crowd, he was obviously apart of the town, wearing no color, the same slightly off putting vibe but…there was something else, something in him that seemed…alive. Ophelia couldn’t place it, but his eyes weren’t dull, they still had light in them, still a reason to be human. Maybe she was wrong in indirectly calling the other citizens inhuman, but there was just…something so off about them. She keeps thinking it, but is unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with t these people.

Pulling her attention back to the interesting man, whose own eyes never left her, she decided to do what she always does in these situations, tilting her head, smiling at him. Her hair spills over her shoulder, the colored strands falling over her shoulder like water in a waterfall. She shift slightly, using her hand to begin him over, wanting to talk. It had been quite some time since she has talked with someone she was curious about and this man…well he was currently the most interesting thing she has seen in weeks.

There are Eyes in the Walls

Ophelia hung softly as she mages her way to the bar, giving the suspicious bouncer her id, incredibly grateful for her friend who hooked her up with an underground fake id. And it worked like a charm. She walks into the bar, looking around. Fuck, these people looked so…bland. Almost dead to the world as they sip their drinks. Again, she noticed no music and it baffled her. Even in a bar?! A bad they had no music. What was the matter with this place?!

She tries not to think about it, letting herself attempt to enjoy the night. Ophelia walks over to the bar, sitting down, letting her posture slouch a little bit. A man comes up, handing her a glass with water as she raises her brow, “I didn’t order this.” She states, taking a drag from her cigarette, “You need it.” The man says in a monotone voice.

He looked like every average man you would find, brown hair, brown eyes, no stubble, average height…he has the audacity of every average man too, “I don’t want water, thank you though, I’ll have a brandy, neat please,” she smiles as the man seems disturbed, but says nothing, “We only have wine.” He says as she freezes, “You…what?” She asks, taking a deep breathe, her face flushing a bit.
This was juussst wrong. “Okay, yeah, I’ll take that,” she mumbles, waiting for her glass. She turns around, surveying the others in the bar once more, but someone catches her eye. He isn’t as plain, more thought moving in the gears of his mind. She surveys him, trying to figure him out but it was harder than others. She tilts her head, smiling lightly and waving, her light blue nails adding to the color surrounding her, silver bracelets lining her wrists

There are Eyes in the Walls

Ophelia walks, the breeze of the night seeming to sink into the depths of her soul. She sighs softly, pausing a moment, closing her eyes. This would be good for her. A new place, albeit strange and uncanny, but still, new. It was away from her family, from her mother, and that was enough for her. She didn’t have the worst relationship with them, at least she thought she didn’t, it was just…trying at times. Cruel remarks spreading throughout her mind, given to her from her own blood. Her friend said that she needed therapy, but Ophelia refused, instead self medicating with nicotine and weed.
Opening her eyes, she lets the moonlight guide her, striking up another cigarette as she walks into a more gated off area of town. This one, while still bland and lifeless, and a touch more color, more personality. She inhaled sharply, hearing a car engine revving. “What the hell…?” She mumbles, freezing as she sees a car jet past her. “Huh…” that wasn’t totally boring. Ophelia eyes follow to where the car seemed to be heading, and she grins at a neon sign, with one word, “Bar” she raises a brow. “This people are literal as hell,” she mumbles.
She strolls to the entrance, not bothered by much anymore, the smoke helping. Her hair, long and discolored flows loosely down her shoulders, her skin illuminated by the moonlight. Her figure wasn’t terrible, she thought it to be mostly plain with a smaller bust and wider hips. She wasn’t sharp edged anywhere, her skin soft, her eyes matching the look, always wide and doll like, dull blue orbs staring into the soul of anyone she were to meet

There are Eyes in the Walls

As the night drags on, Ophelia wonders to herself if there was anywhere to get a drink around here. She doubted it, seeing as how this town was so deprived of anything fun or interesting. Although, the need for a brandy to go with her cigarette overwhelmed her hopelessness. She sighs, standing up and looking through her unpacked box for some to ingredients to where other than the single shirt she had on.
It takes a moment, but she finally finds a purple silk skirt that was tight around her curves, and a light brown crop top. She leaves her hair down, putting on her moon pendant and grabbing her purse.
Ophelia steps out into the hall, moving swiftly down into the street. It was quiet. Annoyingly so. There are cameras everywhere, very few people out, only wearing white, grey or black. Damn, what was with this place? Why did everyone looks so blank? She avoids all of them, getting a few strange looks at her outfit and hair. ‘One drink, I just need one damn drink.’ She thinks, looking around

There are Eyes in the Walls

Ophelia sighs, placing the last moving box down. It hadn’t been too long since she began her move, but it felt like ages. She brought her normal clothes and furniture first, but the rest was her favored items. She had water bottles too, apparently it was against the rules, but it didn’t make any sense to her, how would you have rules in a town that restricted outside water? It seemed silly. This whole town was actually pretty strange.
She shouldn’t judge too soon, but there was no music or paint, literally no color. Her apartment was completely white, it was…unsettling. She takes out a tapestry her aunt made, hanging it on the wall, then putting a few colorful decorations and throw blankets out. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. Next, she takes out her speaker, putting on the soundtrack from Pirates of the Caribbean. She adored the instrumental, and it took away from how depressing this room was.
Finally, she sits down, facing the large window that looked out to the city. Bland. But her apartment now had color, liveliness, it was nice. She strikes up a match, lighting a cigarette and finally just, breathing.