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6 yrs ago
Current taking a break from rping for a little while. i'll be back soon enough but i really need to work on my mental health. hope everyone understands sorry
6 yrs ago
@Mae saaaaaaame
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6 yrs ago
i was literally up all night and i just realized i could have written posts during that time fuck i straight up just read fanfiction and cried for like 6 hours
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6 yrs ago
saw thor ragnarok the other day and now i really want to do a Sakaar rp but i caaaaaaaan't
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6 yrs ago
sorry in advance to anyone i'm rping with if my posts are slow/kinda bad, my brain isn't working right lately i'm kind of a mess bleh (シ_ _)シ

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here's my cs! under a hider so no one has to scroll forever


❣ Out of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums ❣



“More than just a dream… More than just a dream…”


Mieke opened her eyes, and immediately pulled her uncomfortable blanket over her head, groaning. The bright sun was giving her a headache, and the music playing through her phone sounded like the loudest thing ever in the silence of the motel room. It didn’t help that she had only gotten maybe four hours of sleep. It wasn’t that she wasn’t tired; dealing with the absolute hell that was airports in general just to take an hour-long flight had left her exhausted. The only reason she hadn’t passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow was that the bed was the worst. Just the least comfortable thing.

She reached out from under the blanket and blindly groped for her phone. Eventually, she gave up and sat straight, throwing off the blanket. She shut off her alarm and took a moment to enjoy the quiet before getting out of bed.

Taking a shower did the trick to wake her up, but the long process of drying her hair made her eyes start to droop again. Once she was dressed and on the bus heading to the HQ of the Speedwagon Foundation, she started to ponder why they could have wanted her.

Of course, it had something to do with the illness she had recently gotten over, and possibly the apparition she’d been seeing. What the hell was it, anyway? She had never hallucinated before; maybe she was still sick? What if her brain was deteriorating and this was the first sign of her impending agonizing death?

Shit, she was starting to tear up. No, not on the bus! Not in public! She wiped at her eyes, trying to get rid of the tears before anyone could see. A shape started forming in front of her and she had to stifle a gasp. Her hallucination showed up again; and much more solid than before.

It didn’t seem as scary now that she could see it clearly. It looked sort of like a fancy bird girl, and it— she was crying too.

Mieke smiled a little bit. Guess she’s a cry baby just like me.

The apparition disappeared as the bus came to a halt. It was her stop.

Entering the imposing building, Mieke’s anxiety only escalated. Thankfully, she didn’t cry again, but she still felt awfully out of place. She was staring intensely at the floor when she entered the waiting room, so she took a few moments to notice the imposing-looking woman already there. And then she took a few more moments to notice the scythe she was holding. Was that a normal thing around here?

“Um, hello. N-nice to meet you.”

What had she gotten herself into?


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0 Crux Gems
Trinket Bag, Journal, Focal Crystal, Spellbook


Maybell barely even noticed that the group had come to a decision on where to go. She wouldn’t have had much useful input anyway, as she didn’t know much about the surrounding area other than the forest being awful. Like, just the absolute worst.

No, she was occupied with that key. Really, how could she not be? That was some mysterious, call-to-adventure, first-chapter-of-an-epic-novel business right there! The possibilities were endless and Maybell was delighted.

Was the key meant for some huge treasure chest? Or maybe a secret door? Or what if it didn’t unlock anything and it would be a clue in solving some other puzzle? Or maybe the Dark Witch was secretly allergic to keys? It could be anything! Except maybe that last one. Regardless of likelihood, she wrote down every possibility in her journal.

Maybell came up out of the mental rabbit hole she had been going down and picked up on their destination and the trouble they’d have to deal with there. She would be lying if she said the idea of facing a Bearon didn’t scare her, but the anticipation of a great adventure overshadowed any fear she was feeling.

She would have been much more afraid if she were alone, though. She felt secure alongside her friends. Of course, it helped that most of them could fight if they needed to. Sometimes, Maybell wished she could fight too, just to be able to help out more, but she was too small and weak to do any damage to anything.

Well, at least the others could make up for what she lacked. They had an adventure to start; it wasn’t the time for insecurity!

Closing her journal and storing it in her pouch, she spoke up, “How far away is it? Sorry, I didn’t get a look at the map.”


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Yeah, you know that it’s true
I’ve been saving all my summers for you
(Froot - Marina and the Diamonds)

#OOTD: |||




“I don’t appreciate being singled out.”

Luka shot Angelica a look and then hopped out of the van before she could yell at him. He shouted a quick “see you later” to the others before scampering off into the crowd.

Almost immediately, he was overwhelmed by noise, motion, and bright colors. It was a good thing Killer Queen decided to stay home; she would have hated this. Luka, however, felt right at home in the middle of the crowd of weirdos. Only a few minutes in, someone in a bright green morphsuit threw a handful of confetti at him.

That had to be a good omen, right?

Luka went on to join an impromptu dance party led by a guy holding up a boombox, then managed not to lose his shit and embarrass himself when a really handsome guy (who, by the way, was shirtless and very fit) told him he looked cute.

After running into some people he knew from the local theater, he hung with them for a while, then split off to take a breather. Sitting against a building with a sandwich the length of his forearm, he watched the crowd go by.

He was pretty relieved that nobody had recognized him as Samhain so far. His identity wasn’t exactly a closely-guarded secret, but he definitely didn’t want it to be common knowledge. It was mostly because his parents were semi-famous public figures (a best-selling travel writer and her editor), and there was no doubt that someone would ask them about their son’s hobby of fighting crime dressed as a cat. That would be an issue because, well, Luka never told them about it. Plus, they weren’t the most sympathetic to New Breeds (among many other kinds of people) and while he didn’t care about what they thought of him, he wanted to avoid the drama. He knew he would probably have to deal with it later on, but wearing a mask and keeping his face off of his social media were his way of buying more time to mentally prepare.

Luka sighed. Thinking about his parents was really bringing his mood down. Shaking off the negative thoughts (or at least trying to), he stood up and typed out a message to the SYNBAD group chat.

spookyboi: i’m bored who wants to meet up >;3


Perfect.











Age: 11

Species: Opossum

Opossums are a fairly common species, but they aren’t often seen, as they are nomadic and largely nocturnal (with excellent night vision, naturally). Families of opossums travel between towns, foraging for food along the way, the mother carrying her kids (called joeys) on her back once they get too big to ride in her pouch. It’s not uncommon to see older joeys holding each other’s tails in a line to stay together. Speaking of, opossums’ tails are prehensile and strong enough to be used as a fifth limb useful for climbing trees and carrying things.

Opossums are often stereotyped as cowards, as they prefer to keep to themselves and stay out of trouble. This isn’t helped by their tendency to pass out, or “play dead,” when overly threatened. It’s not intentional, though; it’s an involuntary reflex. While they aren’t particularly strong in offense or defense, they’re built to survive. They have a very strong immune system protecting them from most diseases and poisons, and can eat almost anything, including carrion and bones if necessary.




Description: Maybell looks pretty typical for an opossum, except for her rather small size, even compared to others of her kind. She stands roughly two feet tall, and most of her body mass is made up of fluffy fur. She wears an orange bandana around her neck.





Strengths: Maybell’s best feature is her intelligence. She reads just about every book she can find and thus stores an encyclopedia of fun facts and trivia tidbits in her head. She can figure out riddles and puzzles with ease, and does so quite often (just, you know, for fun). In addition, Maybell has plenty of energy and determination that she pours into whatever she does. If you give her a puzzle interesting enough, she won’t let anything distract her until it’s been solved.

Flaws: While Maybell is book-smart, she doesn’t have a whole lot of sense. She’s not great at navigating social situations, and she has a terrible habit of ignoring signs of danger and running headlong into trouble she has no way of getting herself out of. Her determination isn’t always a good thing either; she often gets tunnel vision and ignores even her own needs in favor of figuring out some puzzle.

Neutral: Maybell loves mysteries. Secrets, codes, conspiracies, if it’s hidden in some way, she’s going to find it. She also has an affinity for… things, for lack of a better term. She collects little trinkets such as shiny rocks, cool bugs, and discarded buttons. Whatever strikes her fancy, really.

Skills:
Sleight of Hand
She has very light hands, good for filching and pickpocketing.
Hiding
She can fit into small spaces and camouflage herself in wooded areas.
Cryptography
She can recognize and decode most known ciphers given enough time and effort.





Focal Crystal: Maybell’s Focal Crystal is pale pink, roughly three inches long, and pointed at the top. When in use, its edges glow bright white. She keeps it in her pouch along with the rest of her equipment.


Special Equipment:
Reihenschieber
Anything written by this pen turns into illegible symbols before the ink dries. Only those marked by the Aryabhata spell can read it.


Obtentus
While Maybell wears this necklace, she will take on the appearance of an average fox until either she takes it off, or an hour passes. Afterwards, the necklace won’t work again until the next day.


Equipment:


A foldable journal where Maybell writes down various codes, ciphers, and keys (all written with Reihenschieber and illegible to anyone else).
A leather pouch full of little trinkets and pretty rocks.
A set of lockpicks.
An inkwell.
Her mother’s bandana.

Weapon: She carries a small knife in a leather sheath. It’s not anything special, but it works for self-defense and practical use.


Special Attack: Playing dead is an opossum’s last line of defense in dire situations. As a reflex, they fall unconscious and release a pheromone that fools predators into thinking they’re dead. Her tendency to play dead causes Maybell a whole lot of embarrassment, but it’s a useful defense mechanism.





Magic Lv: 5

Spellbook: Maybell’s spellbook is a leatherbound book with etched patterns and copper pieces attached to the cover.


School of Focus: Trickery - In her magic, Maybell focuses on illusion, thievery, and encoding (and decoding) messages. Messing with people, hiding stuff, etc. Basically a magic Rogue.

Spells:
Aryabhata (Lesser): Anyone marked by this spell can read text written with Reihenschieber.
Heresco (Lesser): This spell allows Maybell to walk on walls and ceilings for up to five minutes.
Murmur (Lesser): This spell lets Maybell send a short whispered message audible only to its target.
Perplicatus (Medium): For five minutes, the target of this spell becomes confused and disoriented.

Misc Battle Info: Maybell isn’t the type to rush into battle. She’s not great at fighting, so she doesn’t do it often, but she will if there’s no other choice.





“A thimble’s worth of milky moon
Can touch hearts larger than a thimble”




Once upon a time, there was a family of possums; a mother, a father, and nine joeys. Their lives were an adventure; they would travel from town to town scavenging for food and doing odd jobs for whoever needed help. The youngest joey, Maybell, was precocious and curious; she loved exploring and discovering new things. She had a habit of running off and getting herself lost whenever she saw something interesting.

"And all day long we talked about mercy
Lead me to water, Lord, I sure am thirsty"


Maybell had heard stories of wild monsters that lived in the forests between towns, but she had never experienced them herself, having spent her first few years in civilization. When the time came to leave, Maybell had no idea how dangerous the forests could be.

“And Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat
And Danger! Danger! drawing near them was a broad boat”


A few days into their journey, they stopped to rest, and Maybell wandered away from her family to explore. She noticed something unusual. It looked like some kind of plant she had never seen before, moving in a strange way that couldn’t have been caused by the wind. Curiously, Maybell approached it. Before she could get much closer, she heard her siblings calling for her.

“Maybell! Where are you? We’re going to have dinner!”

“Over here! Check out this thing I found!”


Before she could say anything else, Maybell heard a growling noise and the “plant” stood up on clawed feet and lunged at her. She could hear her siblings coming towards her and calling her name. She tried to go towards them, but got disoriented and ended up in a river.



“Why’ve you gone away?
Seven suns, seven suns away”


Maybell woke up drenched on the riverbed in the middle of the night, all alone. She didn’t find her family’s campsite until the early morning, but it was destroyed and abandoned. All that was left was her mother’s bandana. She figured they must have run away from the monster. Maybell picked up the bandana and what little supplies were left at the campsite and set off to find her family.

(She would tell you that she left immediately, but she actually spent almost an entire day crying first)

Her natural survival abilities helped her live on her own until she reached Cosmos City. By the time she got there, she was dirty, tired, and hungry and was torn between continuing on and just giving up.

One morning, she woke up in her makeshift bed on the side of a road and was approached by a kindly old woman offering her a place to stay.

This is where our story begins…

“Hundred raging waters snare the lonely sigh
Hold your breath and clasp at Cassiopeia”



Theme Songs:
Bridges and Balloons by Joanna Newsom
Sadie by Joanna Newsom
Sprout and the Bean by Joanna Newsom
Cosmia by Joanna Newsom
Cassiopeia by Joanna Newsom


here's a wip, because i feel like i've been taking too long. it's mostly done, just connections and audition left


just an update, my CS is in progress! i was having a bit of a dry spell (and also working on some other stuff) but i've gotten momentum back, so it shouldn't be too long now!
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