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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒~}

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___________________________________ N A M E Ryley Astrape A G E 20th of May - Eighteen G E N D E R Cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Bixsexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N ? N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking ∞ Singing Height: 5’ 5” Weight: 125lbs Hair: Bright Blonde Eyes: Nordic Blue Body Type: Athletic - Toned, yet with generous curves forming a pleasant hourglass figure Body Marks: > An arm sleeve tattoo (On her right arm) > A lightning bolt ribcage tattoo (On her left side) > Ears Pierced (Lobes Pierced, typically small lightning-bolt earrings) > Nose Pierced (Small, simple stud piercing on her left side) ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: > None Current: > None Past: > None F A M I L Y Father: Zeus (God of the Sky & Thunder, King of the Gods) Mother: Olympia Astrape (Biological Mother) Blood-Siblings: None Demi-Siblings: > Zeru Troy Williams (Brother) Others: > None L E G A C Y None/Unknown P E T S > None ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Thunderstorms - The stronger the storm, the better. ✔ Music - Listening, Singing, Writing, and Playing music. Nowhere near as talented as a child of Apollo, but she is rather skilled all the same. ✔ Heights - The higher in the sky, the safer she feels oddly enough. ✔ Parties - Ryley can be a bit of a party girl, so she’s been known to attend a couple of the larger events when she can. ✔ Fighting - Ryley tends to find a bit of enjoyment in combat, granted usually it's usually sparring in her MMA Class. ✔ Socialization - Ryley is a very extroverted individual. Being around others or with another person in any capacity makes her feel more at ease. ✔ Sweets - Ryley has a sweet tooth, she can and will consume just about anything sweet in her vicinity. Cupcakes and Pastries tend to be her favorite. ✔ Showing Off - Ryley knows that she looks, and she likes the attention it brings her. So the girl has been known to flaunt her looks on the downlow from time to time. This also feeds directly into her desire to cosplay, as she gets to show off and be dressed as her favorite characters. ✔ Beach Volleyball - Ryley loves to play volleyball, even more so if she can be on the beach. ✔ Movies - Ryley loves to watch any and all kinds of movies, and does so frequently. Whether at home, or (even better) at the theater. If one ever wants a safe bet to ask the girl on a date, the Movies are a good option. D I S L I K E S ✘ Underground - Just as she feels at home at various heights, Ryley is terrified of going below the ground. Even going near caves makes her unnerved. ✘ Alone - Ryley, being such an extrovert, finds it unnerving to be completely on her own. She’d much rather have the company of at least one other. ✘ Spiders - They have eight legs, they’re freaky, and gross. Enough said. ✘ Weird People at Conventions - Seriously, dude, take no for an answer. ✘ Driving Cars - Ryley is not much of a fan of driving, cars specifically, as she feels much more comfortable on her motorcycle. ✘ Being Called ‘Spoiled’ - Ryley hates it when others call her spoiled, mostly because she has easy access to money. Apart from her motorcycle, the girl has spent her life refusing her mother’s money and working to earn her own way in the world. ✘ Bullies - She’s never had issues with being bullied, but seeing others on the receiving end... sets her blood afire. ✘ Screamo Music - She loves all kinds of music, but she can’t sing along with screamo, it hurts her throat. Along with the fact that she simply… doesn’t like the style. ✘ ’Accidents’ - The name she’s given to all the strange events that happen to her every so often. Usually involving mortal danger to herself, which… one would understandably dislike. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Passionate | Excitable | Strong-Willed | Selfless | Flirtatious | Smart | Brave | Outgoing At face value, Ryley Astrape looks every part the carefree party-girl most would expect from a girl with her background. However, those who put the time in to know the girl better will find themselves with a girl a bit deeper than she seemed at first. A passionate young woman, Ryley is one who doesn’t believe in half-measures. From love to anger, she embraces every motion to its fullest, and wears her heart on her sleeve. Of course, this has resulted in Ryley getting in a decent amount of fights in her life… that she might’ve started. Regardless, one never has to wonder where they stand with the girl, as she never attempts to hide how she feels. That, along with the fact that Ryley is just about one of the worst liars on the planet. When on her own, Ryley is often found playing her guitar, singing, dancing, or else working on writing some sort of music. With creative juices ever-flowing in her mind, Ryley likes to try to create the little things. Music, or sometimes sketching out various things in her notebook. When it comes to things such as romance, Ryley is painfully oblivious to feelings directed towards herself. She knows she is attractive, that people look at her, but feelings that one could truly love and value her? They’re simply not situations that are possible to her. That being said, Ryley cannot hide her own feelings in that department. As such, she’s stopped bothering to attempt to hide such feelings, instead adding that to the list of things she wears on her sleeve. Ryley also has a bit of a short fuse, her anger quick to show itself in most situations. Though she cools down about as quickly as she gets mad to begin with. Typically, this shows itself when Ryley starts yelling at others, or cursing. Rarely does she start throwing fists, unless the other party involved deserves such treatments. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Born to a wealthy single mother, Ryley lived an early life that many would idolize. She grew up in a penthouse on the top floors of one of the many skyscrapers in New York City. Anything she could desire, the young girl had. Her mother, Sara Astrape, a beautiful model in her prime and raking in obscene amounts of money with each second. Of course, as the problem plaguing most of her background, Ryley spent much of her time barely even knowing her mother. The woman seemed more focused on her image, her career, and simply becoming more. All in an effort to recapture the attentions of the man who had swept her off her feet, and the one who had fathered her daughter. As such, Ryley quickly became a girl starved of her mother’s love, while her mother seemed to live under the impression that money would solve every issue with her daughter. This unspoken tension between the two serving only to drive them further and further apart, tension building between the two with each passing day without reconciliation. As the years passed, Ryley would start to act out against her mother. Attitude, and causing trouble with the schools she attended. Anything for that attention, trying to see if there was any of the motherly affection she knew should be there left within the woman. Yet, the only response still seemed to be throwing money at the issue. On her 16th birthday, when Ryley had made plans for a day out with her mother, hoping to make a last attempt to build that bond. Yet on the morning of, her mother was off on a flight somewhere for a business meeting. As an apology, Ryley had a Lightning LS-218 motorcycle waiting in the garage, and a written note from her mother. On that day, Ryley came to realize that there was something gone from her mother that she might not be able to get back, or that she at least wasn’t willing to put in the effort to recover. Packing her backpack with a few changes of clothes, and as much cash as she could grab, Ryley took that final present and headed out on her own. With enough money to cover her own apartment, Ryley was certain that she’d be able to make it just fine out in the world. She could have never been more wrong. Throughout her entire life, Ryley was surrounded by constant strange ‘occurrences’ that always seemed to herald some sort of disaster. Some in the form of natural disasters, particularly lightning strikes, happening nearby whenever the girl grew angry. Strange people shouting something about ‘Demigod’ and trying to attack her or others near her. Of course, there were also the times Ryley swore she could see terrifying monsters happily making their way among the crowds. These incidents had hounded the young girl throughout her life. As they did throughout her life, they only turned up in intensity after she was on her own. Shortly after finding her own place to work and live, the demigod found it constantly under assault. Weird ladies with a goatleg and a metal leg trying to attack her in a back alley, lightning obliterating her bosses’ car at work, and that one freakishly large dog that came through the drive-thru window one day at her third job. Just when Ryley was starting to think herself insane, her world took an even stranger spin. She came home one day to find her coworker, a close friend by the name of Vaen (She could swear that it was, like… mediterranean or something) outside her apartment. Moreso, he looked bruised and had… goat legs!?! Before she could even demand to know a thing about that, the boy was making her back a quick bag and leave. Ryley herself was caught so off guard and scared by the strangeness of the situation that she went along with the flow. Soon enough, she found herself at the bottom of the hill, with Vaen clutching desperately to her back and his goat-fur windswept from the ride on her bike. They’re coming for you, they’ve found your scent. Run. He had been saying the whole time, guiding her here. He practically shoved the poor girl off her motorcycle, promising to take care of it and get it stored at the ‘camp’ for when she needed it. Meanwhile sending her running up the hill towards… whatever the hell this place was. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin One ⧿ Zeus (God of the Sky, Thunder, Lightning, Kingship, Honor and Justice) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P Zero > Has collected zero beads > Arrived when she was eighteen F A T A L F L A W > Selflessness: Ryley has a nasty of habit of placing the weight of the world upon her shoulders. She wouldn’t blink an eye to do just about anything for another, including laying her life on the line. W E A K N E S S > Expectations: Ryley is constantly aware of the expectations for who, or… what, she should be as a daughter of Zeus. Sometimes, those can weigh entirely too much on the girl’s mind. > Burnout: Being new to camp, Ryley is susceptible to ‘Burnout’. Where overuse of her powers not only leaves her drained, but burned from the pure divine energy coursing through her veins. The results could even kill the poor girl. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S > None Yet W E A P O N S > Astrapí - A black sword made of celestial bronze, and painted to appear dark. The weapon is conductive of Ryley’s lightning, capable of being charged then releasing bolts upon impact with an object or target (Disguised as a lightning charm hanging from her necklace. She is not yet in possession of this weapon) > Vrontí - A classic hoplite-inspired shield, albeit smaller in size. Specially designed, the shield is similar in size to Captain America’s shield, and shares durability and weight. It can be thrown, then manipulated with the winds to return to the user. The weapon is also conductive to Ryley’s lightning, able to be charged and emit deadly bolts as it impacts objects or enemies (Disguised as a necklace charm. She is not yet in possession of this weapon) A B I L I T I E S Ryley’s abilities include: Electrokinesis, Atmokinesis, Aerokinesis, & Enhanced Physiology 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Electrokinesis : > While she completely lacks any sort of training, Ryley’s natural potency with her abilities is rather uncanny. Perhaps as a result of her lacking a legacy, and instead having more of her father coursing through her veins. Ryley is fully capable of summoning lightning bolts from the sky, generating electricity from her body (even covering herself in it and tossing it around in battle), and is immune to damage from electricity. Atmokinesis : > Capable of manipulating the weather, such as generating small storms to even miniature hurricanes (potentially). This ability in theory will allow the girl to tame the Venti, storm spirits, though she hasn’t exactly known enough to test this out. It also has a small side effect, responding to Ryley’s emotions. So when storming away after an argument, for example, the girl might literally be storming. Aerokinesis : > Ryley has complete control over the winds. Capable of generating, manipulating, and controlling the very air around her. She can generate powerful blasts of air, pull things to herself, manipulate her shield when thrown, or fly using this ability…. or conveniently have one's hair blowing majestically in the breeze. Cheeky flips of one's skirt may or may not also be on the menu. Enhanced Physiology : > Being the Daughter of Zeus, Ryley inherited another unique attribute from her father. All demigods are faster, stronger, more resilient, and the likes than a mortal. However, children of Zeus are often a cut above that. Ryley is comparable in physical abilities near that of her older brother, who she has never met, Jason Grace. Despite her stature and build being smaller, she is able to easily deliver the same output as he was capable. Another lovely side-effect is that Ryley's body is nearly constantly in peak condition, something she's more than happy to show off. That being said, the girl also consumes a proportional amount of calories to fuel such abilities. Explaining why wherever Ryley is, there is usually some form of snack nearby. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: All of Ryley’s abilities are currently uncontrolled, making it difficult for her to use them at will… or stop them from manifesting. Additionally, overuse or potent attacks will trigger burnout, harming or killing the girl depending on the feedback. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Ryley owns and plays an acoustic guitar she keeps just beside her bunk. Ryley owns a Lightning LS-218 electric sports bike. The only ‘gift’ from her mother that the young woman accepted. T H E M E S O N G THEME SONG NAME [youtube]YOUTUBE LINK[/youtube] Face Claim: | #Dove Cameron

Special Thanks to @Vicier for fixing my coding!

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒~}

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___________________________________ N A M E Ryley Astrape A G E 20th of May - Eighteen G E N D E R Cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Bixsexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N ? N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Voice: ∞ Talking ∞ Singing Height: 5’ 5” Weight: 125lbs Hair: Bright Blonde Eyes: Nordic Blue Body Type: Athletic - Toned, yet with generous curves forming a pleasant hourglass figure Body Marks: > An arm sleeve tattoo (On her right arm) > A lightning bolt ribcage tattoo (On her left side) > Ears Pierced (Lobes Pierced, typically small lightning-bolt earrings) > Nose Pierced (Small, simple stud piercing on her left side) ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: > None Current: > None Past: > None F A M I L Y Father: Zeus (God of the Sky & Thunder, King of the Gods) Mother: Olympia Astrape (Biological Mother) Blood-Siblings: None Demi-Siblings: > Zeru Troy Williams (Brother) Others: > None L E G A C Y None/Unknown P E T S > None ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Thunderstorms - The stronger the storm, the better. ✔ Music - Listening, Singing, Writing, and Playing music. Nowhere near as talented as a child of Apollo, but she is rather skilled all the same. ✔ Heights - The higher in the sky, the safer she feels oddly enough. ✔ Parties - Ryley can be a bit of a party girl, so she’s been known to attend a couple of the larger events when she can. ✔ Fighting - Ryley tends to find a bit of enjoyment in combat, granted usually it's usually sparring in her MMA Class. ✔ Socialization - Ryley is a very extroverted individual. Being around others or with another person in any capacity makes her feel more at ease. ✔ Sweets - Ryley has a sweet tooth, she can and will consume just about anything sweet in her vicinity. Cupcakes and Pastries tend to be her favorite. ✔ Showing Off - Ryley knows that she looks, and she likes the attention it brings her. So the girl has been known to flaunt her looks on the downlow from time to time. This also feeds directly into her desire to cosplay, as she gets to show off and be dressed as her favorite characters. ✔ Beach Volleyball - Ryley loves to play volleyball, even more so if she can be on the beach. ✔ Movies - Ryley loves to watch any and all kinds of movies, and does so frequently. Whether at home, or (even better) at the theater. If one ever wants a safe bet to ask the girl on a date, the Movies are a good option. D I S L I K E S ✘ Underground - Just as she feels at home at various heights, Ryley is terrified of going below the ground. Even going near caves makes her unnerved. ✘ Alone - Ryley, being such an extrovert, finds it unnerving to be completely on her own. She’d much rather have the company of at least one other. ✘ Spiders - They have eight legs, they’re freaky, and gross. Enough said. ✘ Weird People at Conventions - Seriously, dude, take no for an answer. ✘ Driving Cars - Ryley is not much of a fan of driving, cars specifically, as she feels much more comfortable on her motorcycle. ✘ Being Called ‘Spoiled’ - Ryley hates it when others call her spoiled, mostly because she has easy access to money. Apart from her motorcycle, the girl has spent her life refusing her mother’s money and working to earn her own way in the world. ✘ Bullies - She’s never had issues with being bullied, but seeing others on the receiving end... sets her blood afire. ✘ Screamo Music - She loves all kinds of music, but she can’t sing along with screamo, it hurts her throat. Along with the fact that she simply… doesn’t like the style. ✘ ’Accidents’ - The name she’s given to all the strange events that happen to her every so often. Usually involving mortal danger to herself, which… one would understandably dislike. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Passionate | Excitable | Strong-Willed | Selfless | Flirtatious | Smart | Brave | Outgoing At face value, Ryley Astrape looks every part the carefree party-girl most would expect from a girl with her background. However, those who put the time in to know the girl better will find themselves with a girl a bit deeper than she seemed at first. A passionate young woman, Ryley is one who doesn’t believe in half-measures. From love to anger, she embraces every motion to its fullest, and wears her heart on her sleeve. Of course, this has resulted in Ryley getting in a decent amount of fights in her life… that she might’ve started. Regardless, one never has to wonder where they stand with the girl, as she never attempts to hide how she feels. That, along with the fact that Ryley is just about one of the worst liars on the planet. When on her own, Ryley is often found playing her guitar, singing, dancing, or else working on writing some sort of music. With creative juices ever-flowing in her mind, Ryley likes to try to create the little things. Music, or sometimes sketching out various things in her notebook. When it comes to things such as romance, Ryley is painfully oblivious to feelings directed towards herself. She knows she is attractive, that people look at her, but feelings that one could truly love and value her? They’re simply not situations that are possible to her. That being said, Ryley cannot hide her own feelings in that department. As such, she’s stopped bothering to attempt to hide such feelings, instead adding that to the list of things she wears on her sleeve. Ryley also has a bit of a short fuse, her anger quick to show itself in most situations. Though she cools down about as quickly as she gets mad to begin with. Typically, this shows itself when Ryley starts yelling at others, or cursing. Rarely does she start throwing fists, unless the other party involved deserves such treatments. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Born to a wealthy single mother, Ryley lived an early life that many would idolize. She grew up in a penthouse on the top floors of one of the many skyscrapers in New York City. Anything she could desire, the young girl had. Her mother, Sara Astrape, a beautiful model in her prime and raking in obscene amounts of money with each second. Of course, as the problem plaguing most of her background, Ryley spent much of her time barely even knowing her mother. The woman seemed more focused on her image, her career, and simply becoming more. All in an effort to recapture the attentions of the man who had swept her off her feet, and the one who had fathered her daughter. As such, Ryley quickly became a girl starved of her mother’s love, while her mother seemed to live under the impression that money would solve every issue with her daughter. This unspoken tension between the two serving only to drive them further and further apart, tension building between the two with each passing day without reconciliation. As the years passed, Ryley would start to act out against her mother. Attitude, and causing trouble with the schools she attended. Anything for that attention, trying to see if there was any of the motherly affection she knew should be there left within the woman. Yet, the only response still seemed to be throwing money at the issue. On her 16th birthday, when Ryley had made plans for a day out with her mother, hoping to make a last attempt to build that bond. Yet on the morning of, her mother was off on a flight somewhere for a business meeting. As an apology, Ryley had a Lightning LS-218 motorcycle waiting in the garage, and a written note from her mother. On that day, Ryley came to realize that there was something gone from her mother that she might not be able to get back, or that she at least wasn’t willing to put in the effort to recover. Packing her backpack with a few changes of clothes, and as much cash as she could grab, Ryley took that final present and headed out on her own. With enough money to cover her own apartment, Ryley was certain that she’d be able to make it just fine out in the world. She could have never been more wrong. Throughout her entire life, Ryley was surrounded by constant strange ‘occurrences’ that always seemed to herald some sort of disaster. Some in the form of natural disasters, particularly lightning strikes, happening nearby whenever the girl grew angry. Strange people shouting something about ‘Demigod’ and trying to attack her or others near her. Of course, there were also the times Ryley swore she could see terrifying monsters happily making their way among the crowds. These incidents had hounded the young girl throughout her life. As they did throughout her life, they only turned up in intensity after she was on her own. Shortly after finding her own place to work and live, the demigod found it constantly under assault. Weird ladies with a goatleg and a metal leg trying to attack her in a back alley, lightning obliterating her bosses’ car at work, and that one freakishly large dog that came through the drive-thru window one day at her third job. Just when Ryley was starting to think herself insane, her world took an even stranger spin. She came home one day to find her coworker, a close friend by the name of Vaen (She could swear that it was, like… mediterranean or something) outside her apartment. Moreso, he looked bruised and had… goat legs!?! Before she could even demand to know a thing about that, the boy was making her back a quick bag and leave. Ryley herself was caught so off guard and scared by the strangeness of the situation that she went along with the flow. Soon enough, she found herself at the bottom of the hill, with Vaen clutching desperately to her back and his goat-fur windswept from the ride on her bike. They’re coming for you, they’ve found your scent. Run. He had been saying the whole time, guiding her here. He practically shoved the poor girl off her motorcycle, promising to take care of it and get it stored at the ‘camp’ for when she needed it. Meanwhile sending her running up the hill towards… whatever the hell this place was. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin One ⧿ Zeus (God of the Sky, Thunder, Lightning, Kingship, Honor and Justice) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P Zero > Has collected zero beads > Arrived when she was eighteen F A T A L F L A W > Selflessness: Ryley has a nasty of habit of placing the weight of the world upon her shoulders. She wouldn’t blink an eye to do just about anything for another, including laying her life on the line. W E A K N E S S > Expectations: Ryley is constantly aware of the expectations for who, or… what, she should be as a daughter of Zeus. Sometimes, those can weigh entirely too much on the girl’s mind. > Burnout: Being new to camp, Ryley is susceptible to ‘Burnout’. Where overuse of her powers not only leaves her drained, but burned from the pure divine energy coursing through her veins. The results could even kill the poor girl. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S > None Yet W E A P O N S > Astrapí - A black sword made of celestial bronze, and painted to appear dark. The weapon is conductive of Ryley’s lightning, capable of being charged then releasing bolts upon impact with an object or target (Disguised as a lightning charm hanging from her necklace. She is not yet in possession of this weapon) > Vrontí - A classic hoplite-inspired shield, albeit smaller in size. Specially designed, the shield is similar in size to Captain America’s shield, and shares durability and weight. It can be thrown, then manipulated with the winds to return to the user. The weapon is also conductive to Ryley’s lightning, able to be charged and emit deadly bolts as it impacts objects or enemies (Disguised as a necklace charm. She is not yet in possession of this weapon) A B I L I T I E S Ryley’s abilities include: Electrokinesis, Atmokinesis, Aerokinesis, & Enhanced Physiology 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Electrokinesis : > While she completely lacks any sort of training, Ryley’s natural potency with her abilities is rather uncanny. Perhaps as a result of her lacking a legacy, and instead having more of her father coursing through her veins. Ryley is fully capable of summoning lightning bolts from the sky, generating electricity from her body (even covering herself in it and tossing it around in battle), and is immune to damage from electricity. Atmokinesis : > Capable of manipulating the weather, such as generating small storms to even miniature hurricanes (potentially). This ability in theory will allow the girl to tame the Venti, storm spirits, though she hasn’t exactly known enough to test this out. It also has a small side effect, responding to Ryley’s emotions. So when storming away after an argument, for example, the girl might literally be storming. Aerokinesis : > Ryley has complete control over the winds. Capable of generating, manipulating, and controlling the very air around her. She can generate powerful blasts of air, pull things to herself, manipulate her shield when thrown, or fly using this ability…. or conveniently have one's hair blowing majestically in the breeze. Cheeky flips of one's skirt may or may not also be on the menu. Enhanced Physiology : > Being the Daughter of Zeus, Ryley inherited another unique attribute from her father. All demigods are faster, stronger, more resilient, and the likes than a mortal. However, children of Zeus are often a cut above that. Ryley is comparable in physical abilities near that of her older brother, who she has never met, Jason Grace. Despite her stature and build being smaller, she is able to easily deliver the same output as he was capable. Another lovely side-effect is that Ryley's body is nearly constantly in peak condition, something she's more than happy to show off. That being said, the girl also consumes a proportional amount of calories to fuel such abilities. Explaining why wherever Ryley is, there is usually some form of snack nearby. 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: All of Ryley’s abilities are currently uncontrolled, making it difficult for her to use them at will… or stop them from manifesting. Additionally, overuse or potent attacks will trigger burnout, harming or killing the girl depending on the feedback. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Ryley owns and plays an acoustic guitar she keeps just beside her bunk. Ryley owns a Lightning LS-218 electric sports bike. The only ‘gift’ from her mother that the young woman accepted. T H E M E S O N G THEME SONG NAME [youtube]YOUTUBE LINK[/youtube] Face Claim: | #Dove Cameron

Special Thanks to @Vicier for fixing my coding!

1x1 RP || Looking for Long-Term Partners || Final Fantasy XIV/Generic Fantasy

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1x1 RP || Looking for Long-Term Partners || Final Fantasy XIV/Generic Fantasy

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1x1 RP || Looking for Long-Term Partners || Final Fantasy XIV/Generic Fantasy

Welcome to the thread! Have a look around, make yourself a coffee, and enjoy your stay!

HeyHey! I'm Jessie, a 24-year-old RPer who's been going at it since she was 15! I haven't been all that accurate on this site in a year or two, but honestly, I'd love to change that once more! For a bit about my posting frequency, I can promise you at least one post per day, but perhaps more if work isn't destroying me! Work? Yeah, ya girl flies satellites, it's kinda cool. Though it does mean that I work nights, so if we match up, expect the posts to come during more nocturnal hours. Who do I RP with? Just about anybody who's willing, and able to be around my skill level in writing, along with being old enough for the more mature themes I'd like to write. My preferences in Roleplay are pretty hard to narrow down, but a big preference for me is on character development and telling a story. That being said, you will always see romance, combat, adult themes (Darker themes, smut, etc.) showing themselves in one of my games!

That being said, I love to hear out what you want to play, as I love ensuring both of us are having a great time with the RP. Let's be friends while we write this thing, shall we?

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Roleplayer Info

> I'm flexible. I love coming up with ideas, hearing others' ideas, and incorporating that in our story! Let's talk about things, figure out what we're going to include, and build that lovely story. I keep an open mind for whatever might partner might want to include!

> I'm a pretty easygoing girl, so long as you're friendly and not a total jerk we should get along! Gender, orientation, things like that won't bother me! However, antagonizing or the likes about these subjects? There will be an issue. As a note, that means I would prefer to avoid RPing with a person like that, however, your character can be a bad person if that's what we decide to go after.

> I like to think I'm a pretty decent writer. Typically range from high-casual to low-advanced level in writing. I always write in the third person and simply ask that you can write at a similar level, as well as writing in the third person.

> I create some pretty decent and in-depth characters and am pretty good at world development. So we should be able to work out something fun and interesting to play through together.

> I'm an MxF or FxF RPer, with me usually occupying the female roles. I'm more than happy to write a male as NPCs/Supporting Characters as needed. Lately, I've been dying for something MxF, but I'll be happy to do another FxF RP! Just my preference~

> I tend to like stories where both of our characters will be the protagonists. We will be the focus of the story, and the brave heroes facing down the evils of the world.

> I will make some writing mistakes; comma placement, grammar, but these are not common. As I touched on earlier, I would say my roleplaying skills are rather decent. So, I'm completely fine if you make some mistakes as well. We're only human, after all. My writing average is around 3-5 paragraphs per post, but I have slapped out a couple of 10+ paragraph mega posts. For a better idea of how I write, you can also go peak my posting history.

Roleplay Requirements:

> As I've mentioned before, I want you to be around my level in writing skills. What does that mean? 3-5 paragraph average per post, high casual to low advanced level of writing. Minor writing mistakes? Not worried about those, as I previously mentioned! Additionally, I ask for at least a post per day like I assured you I can write.

> Be at least 18 years of age, it's a personal comfort thing for me!

> Be friendly!

Roleplay Setting:

Now, as the title says I'm looking for fantasy roleplays at the moment. We can develop a fantasy world together to play around with, or use the world of Final Fantasy XIV as our backdrop! I'm happy with either setting.

For the FFXIV setting, I will say that we can make our own story, or follow our characters' journey through the main story of the game in a sort of AU where we are the main protagonists. (I say sort of AU, as you are technically the main character in the game, but with it being an MMO lore can be kind of sketchy).

For the Fantasy Setting, I don't have a particular plot in mind at the moment. Building a setting/world and a story to play around within is a fun exercise for me, however, so I would love to indulge in that with you.

Finally, since I mentioned it earlier, I would prefer adult themes in both settings. We can discuss these in more detail through PMs.

If you are interested, please shoot me a PM, and let's work out the details! I hope to hear from y'all soon!

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

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Fumiko's blood ran cold, her eyes widening in sudden surprise as she watched Keiko move in towards Tsubasa. Wrapping herself around his arm, and flaunting that they were going to the festival together. A date, she specified. Moreso, the young Takamori saw the girl sprout a smug little grin on her features. At that moment, she saw red. Emotions that the young Takamori was not entirely familiar with coursed through her veins. Anger, she knew that familiar emotion. That demon that had haunted much of her young life, one she thought she had firmly tucked away. Though still, there was another emotion that Fumi found herself not all that familiar with coursing through her veins. Jealousy. How had Keiko managed to win over Tsubasa, what did this girl have that she didn't have herself? How could she have lost a race she didn't even know she was participating in? Thoughts raced through Fumiko's mind faster than birds racing across the sky after each other.

Then as Tsubasa spoke up, Fumiko felt the crushing final blow struck upon herself. While he was being his usual lovable and sweet self, offering to help without even batting an eye, his comments about them returning to get ready for the festival together. His little affectionate nickname for her, gods. It was like they were trying to rub it into Fumiko's fact that they were going together. Though she had come here to seek help, that focus was soon lost in the young Takamori's mind. As instead it was overtaken with a host of negative thoughts over Tsubasa and Keiko's clear attachment to each other.

That little bitch dared to move in and brag about her attachment to Tsuba-...

An unnaturally hostile thought coursed through the girl's mind and shocked her in the next moment. The language and pure vitriol with which she thought about the other were completely unlike herself. Hurt still obvious in her eyes, Fumiko took a few moments to compose herself with a couple of steadying breaths. Finally, after a few moments longer of awkward silence, the girl finally spoke up for the first time since Keiko made her move. "Ah, well I would much hate to interrupt your enjoyment of the festivities together!" She said with a forced smile and cheerful tone. "So please, do not feel pressured to come and assist with setup. While the help would no doubt be appreciated, I did not have any intention of interrupting a date. For that, you both have my apologies." She said, looking between the two in anticipation of their response.

After all, she was a Lady. Moreso, she had a duty to Heisenina and its inhabitants. Such behavior was not fitting of her, nor was it something she could abide by. She had to take the high road in this situation.

Even if that road hurt.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

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This was torment, surely somehow she had angered a mischievous Yokai. That was the only explanation that the young Takamori could find for why she was stuck in this mortifying situation. As Sumi teased her about her rather obvious feelings for Tsubasa, Fumiko could feel her face burning hotter and hotter. Her cheeks no doubt a borderline beacon, glowing to show off her embarrassment at being caught so obviously. As Sumiko went about her preparations, Fumiko could only watch in stunned silence as she tried to reign herself in and regain her typical composure. "I-In the way!?!" The girl demanded, sounding every bit as mortified as she looked at that moment. Deep breathes. Calm yourself. She chided herself, sucking down a series of deep breathes until the Takamori had seemed to find herself. Shaking her head with a little smile towards Sumiko, Fumi welcomed the change in subject. "I couldn't, Sumi-chan. 'Tis, not my place to show off, mine is to ensure the festival runs well, and our village enjoys itself. I have not the time to showing off..." She said, adding in a softer tone moments later. "Even if it seems fun..." Before letting out a soft sigh and a little shrug. "I'll run ahead and see if he is busy, don't you dare try to move this all on your own, Sumi-chan! I'll be back with help!" Fumiko said, a firm tone complimenting her hand with a lone finger held up to make her point known.

Moments later, after a polite farewell, Fumiko was back out of the house and heading towards the place she was certain to find Tsubasa, the forge. The young Takamori quickly made her way towards the little building, a sense of purpose on her features as she wasted not a moment making her way to her target. Unlike her path to the Hayashi estate, Fumiko did not stop to talk with various villagers, instead, she just gave a polite greeting as she passed. She had a mission! Go and visit Tsubasa, no... she was to recruit the man to help them. Not to indulge in any selfish desire to see the boy that might be on her mind. AS she made her path through their little village and drew nearer to the forge, Fumiko came to a halt. All she had was to round this corner and make her way a bit down the path to arrive. Despite the fact she was here to recruit him for work, Fumiko found herself pausing to straighten out her outfit. Another to run her fingers gently through her hair, ensuring all was in order and her appearance satisfactory. Gods. Was she really that infatuated with him? You have a job, Fumiko. Do it. Worry about your desires later. She chided herself, sucking in a soft sigh as she made her way around the corner.

Drawing near to the forge, Fumiko went over her mental list of tasks for the day. Recruit Tsubasa, help Sumi-chan set up for the day, report back to Uncle, change into an outfit appropriate for the fesitivites, and no doubt a few other tasks for the day. She had not a doubt in her mind that she would be busy that day, but frankly, Fumiko rather liked that idea. She'd much rather be helping the village prepare instead of sitting about bored. Once she finished all of her tasks and got to enjoy the festival, then she could relax a bit. Perhaps, if she was lucky, she could see if Tsubasa might indulge her with a da-

Fumiko came to a halt as she drew near to the forge and saw that Tsubasa was accompanied by another. Seimei Keiko. While Fumiko did not harbor any particular distrust for the girl for her heritage, the Takamori was not overly fond of how the girl interacted with most of the village. Yet, even that was not enough to justify the irrational annoyance that Fumiko found bubbling within herself at the sight of Tsubasa and her spending time together. How badly she wanted to demand why they were together, what the girl had wanted with Tsubasa. Yet, Fumiko bit back such comments and approached the duo with a pleasant expression on her features. A warm smile, even if her eyes were noticeably colder for even the slightest of moments as they fell over Keiko. Pausing her approaching the give a respectful bow towards each of the two, Fumiko stepped in during a lull in their conversation. "Pardon me Seimei-san, Senga-san. I'm sure you're both a bit busy." Fumiko started, a slight shift in tone to emphasize the 'both' part of her statement, but one subtle enough to slip past unless one was paying close attention. "But Hayashi-san and I were hoping we could get some help transporting her things in preparation for her performance." She explained, gaze shifting between the two, and lingering on the taller boy for a bit longer. "Admittedly, I had come for Senga-san's help, but I'm certain another pair of hands would speed things along even better, Semei-san!" Fumiko added, a bit of cheer finding its way into her voice as a small smile graced her lips.

Her attention then turned back on Tsubasa as she gave him a friendly, yet dazzling little grin. "If you're busy, Senga-san, I can simply steal another. You just happened to be the first person on my mind to help!" She added, before looking between the two once more. "So, can we borrow the two of you for a moment?"

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

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Fumiko smiled sweetly towards Himiko, bowing her head lightly by way of a friendly, yet polite, greeting towards the other woman. Himiko had always been rather nice towards her, so the smile that Fumiko bore as Himiko let her in before shuffling out the door was rather genuine. "Have a good day as well, I hope to see you enjoying the festivities and not just working all day!" Fumiko called after the woman as she made her way off. Truly, she worried that some in the village would dedicate themselves so entirely to ensuring that the festivities went well, or to their everyday work, that they would forget to also enjoy themselves. It was a little strange how people did that to themselves, and she just hoped she'd be able to ensure they relaxed. Shaking her head from her thoughts, Fumiko turned on a heel and made her way towards Sumiko's room. She hummed softly to herself as she listened to the echo from every step that she took, wondering just what she might find when she reached her friend's room. Certainly, she knew well enough that whatever Sumi had planned was guaranteed to be a splendid event for later in the day.

As Sumiko appeared around the corner and greeted her, Fumiko quickly closed the distance between them and wrapped her friend in a tight hug before taking a step back with a warm smile adorning her features. "Goodmorning Sumi-chan~" She said with a hint of playfulness in her voice. "You better have gotten some sleep last night, I know how excitable you can get." Fumiko warned, just a hint of a stern tone in her voice as they walked towards Sumi's room. Though that tone was soon replaced with a light giggle from the Takamori. As expected, Sumiko's room was a bit of a mess. Not even half as much as Fumiko had been expecting, as Sumi had clearly organized things a bit, but Fumi could practically feel the inspiration Sumiko had been working with as she stepped into the room. Her gaze locked on the two kimonos she was being asked for an opinion regarding, and the girl took a long moment to consider her choices.

After about a minute of thought, interrupted only by the soft sounds of footsteps as Fumiko stepped forward to inspect the Kimono up close, she finally spoke up. Gesturing first to her own clothing, adorned with the typical flower petals she was rather known for at this point, the girl laughed lightly. "While we know I'm very biased towards anything involving flowers, I think this one..." She said, gesturing towards the purple kimono with flowers and scales adorning the fabric. "Would probably fit the whole purpose of the celebration better. That, and a girl can never go wrong with purple." She explained, the last comment added with a sly smile towards her friend. With that selection out of the way, Fumiko looked about the room to take in the various supplies scattered about from Sumiko's dutiful work in preparation.

This might take a while... She thought to herself, knowing that all they had remaining was to move everything over to the performance area. "Now we just need to get it all set up for you, correct? We could go ask Tsubasa-San for help..." Fumiko said, trailing off for a brief moment at the mention of the boy, moments before her features suddenly developed a deep blush as she realized she had trailed off like that. "B-because he's really strong and could help us carry everything! T-thats it!" She quickly protested, a desperate attempt to cover her tracks that likely only served to further give her thoughts away than before. "A-anyway that's even if moving everything and setting up is what we have to do next! S-sorry I was getting ahead of myself!" Fumiko added in quickly, her embarrassment causing her to stumble over her words as her frantic mind attempted to compensate for the blunder.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

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Breathe in. Hold. Out. The young Takamori knew these very steps quite well, meditation practices she had learned from her Uncle, and very quickly had taken to performing herself every day. A path to her inner peace, one which she found helpful in preparing herself for the day after the nightmares so fond of taking her while she slept. The cold air against her skin helped her with finding this peace, in an odd way, as she found the crisp feeling rather refreshing. Certainly, after she had joined her Uncle for his morning run, though she feared the exercise made keeping her breathes even rather difficult. Still, even that obstacle was not the one which rode heaviest upon the girl's back and kept her from truly finding that peace she sought. Instead, it was that horrid feeling of unease and worry in her gut. One caused by the obvious signs she had noticed from her Uncle. He was worried. Something that her Uncle rarely showed, no matter what might've been happening. Last she remembered him seeming even remotely close to this state... it had been as her mother laid ill and continued to worsen.

"How I wish I could remain in this moment forever."

The sudden sound of her Uncle's voice cut clear through the sea of thoughts Fumiko was drifting upon, startling her slightly as Fumi let out a soft yelp of surprise. Her eyes flashed open as her face colored deeply from embarrassment. Turning her head to look over at her uncle, she hoped the man didn't particularly notice her previous outburst. Unfortunately for her, her uncle chuckled lightly before seeming to decide it was time to get back to work. As he immediately continued to address her, and beckon for her to walk with him. The girl got to her feet, straightening out her simple tunic as she nodded. A soft patter accompanied the smaller girl's hurried steps to catch up to her uncle, only slowing when she drew up by his side. She listened closely to everything her uncle had to tell her, nodding along as he assigned her the first task of her day. A simple enough one, and a task which gave her the chance to visit with Sumi-chan.

"Will Kozo-San and Yoshie-San be helping as well? I think they'd love to be helpful as well!" Fumiko said in response, the tone of her voice and expression worn across her features plainly betraying that the girl was just about as innocent in her asking as her words suggested. Though moments later, she would quickly reach a hand out to grab her uncle's own. Stopping where she was, Fumiko used what leverage she could to make her Kenji stop and face in her. Her features now wearing a plain display of concern for the man opposite her. "Ojisan? You keep staring off towards the mountains, and you're clearly distracted. I know something worries you, is it something I can help with?" She asked, releasing her uncle's hand as she took a step back. Her brows furrowed as she heard his response, clearly brushing off her worries as nothing to worry about. "Ojisan! Please! The last time I saw you acting anything like this, mother was ill. Let me help, please." She tried to argue, but was met with the same response as earlier. Letting out a dejected sigh, and knowing she wouldn't get it out of him now, Fumiko finally gave up. "I'll go check in with Hayashi-San, but when we have time I want to talk to you. I'm worried about you when you act like this. I'm sure it will all be okay in the end but... I still worry." She said softly, giving a little smile towards her Uncle before bowing respectfully and heading off on her task.

Around ten minutes later, Fumiko re-emerged from her home. Having changed from the tunic and pants that had been good for her run earlier into her standard Yukata. As she strode out of the estate, she was hard at work braiding a pink flower into her brunette hair. Overall, she knew it was less formal than would be needed for the festivities, but figured this manner of dress just fine for helping prepare. Humming a little tune, the youth was off to make her way to the Hayashi Estate. Humming a little tune to herself as she walked, Fumiko spread more roasted soybeans, from a little pouch she carried, on the street to help with the task that had already been started by many other villagers. Here and there, she gave friendly waves and greetings towards those who she passed. Though they were not always returned, some villagers being quite grumpy or unalert so soon after rousing from their slumber.

Occasionally, the Takamori would stop her progress to help out or briefly chat with some of the villagers. Mostly to check in whenever she saw one of the elderly she cared for or the families of those children she watched. She helped some of the residents hang their unlit lanterns, delivered some paper dragons to the children, and helped one youth with braiding her hair for the festival. Overall, her occasional stops added a few minutes onto her journey though Fumiko much doubted that her Uncle would have any sort of issue with why she was delayed. Certainly, there was still plenty of work to do around the village, and no doubt Sumi-chan would have something with which Fumiko could assist.

Arriving after an easy trek through the village, Fumiko wore a pleasant smile on her features as she approached the entrance to the estate. Knocking gently on the doorframe, Fumiko ensured there was only enough pressure applied to make the sound easily heard. "Sumi-Chan~" She called out, her tone playful as it always was whenever she visited her friend. "Takamori-San sent me by, he wants me to see if you're ready for the performance at noon! Need a hand getting set up?" She said, before taking a respectful step back as she waited for somebody to answer the door. It would either be Sumiko, or her elder sister answering. Though she liked to think the elder liked her well enough, Fumiko found herself rather hopeful it would be her friend who came to answer instead. After all, seeing a friendly face in the morning always seemed to brighten people's days!