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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
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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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7 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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7 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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7 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
Looks: Luka can easily be mistaken for a girl, which is exactly how he likes it. He looks young, with a short stature and round face, and dresses in a feminine way. He has chin-length blond hair that he doesn’t bother to keep out of his eyes, and a distinct fashion sense. He is fond of bright or pastel colors and plentiful accessories, and can easily be picked out of a crowd based on his flamboyant attire. A frequent cause of frustration for him is his young appearance; most people meeting him just don’t believe he’s over eighteen. His high voice doesn’t help things. Basically, imagine three chipmunks standing on each others’ shoulders under a trench coat desperately trying to convince you they’re a real adult human. He has a nice singing voice, at least.
Personality: Luka comes off as a very friendly, if strange, person. A lot of the time, he seems to be off in his own world, and in conversation his mind can go weird places. Despite being spacey and sometimes inscrutable, he’s easy to talk to and fun to be around. He’s the kind of person who would start singing out of nowhere just because he felt like it. He has a strange sense of humor, finding comedy in the absurd and slightly scary (He once imagined a horse race in which none of the horses had legs and couldn’t stop laughing for, like, an hour).
While he seems unapologetically unique to an outside observer, Luka actually hides plenty of anxiety and insecurity. He tries his best to be confident in who he is, but he’s used to feeling ashamed of himself. His way of dealing with these feelings isn’t a particularly healthy one: He ignores them, and on occasion copes using hallucinogens. He’s honestly kind of a mess, but he tries.
History: Milo and Eliza Young had very nearly built a perfect life. Milo worked in an office and made enough money for both of them, and Eliza stayed home and took care of the kids, Violet and Luka. They lived in a good neighborhood, the kids got along well, and they were the envy of their peers. The only thing that wasn’t exactly as they imagined was their son.
Luka was always different than the other boys. He was in his own little world, more at home listening to music than playing outside. He seemed to prefer clothing and toys meant for girls, and even willingly played dress-up with his older sister. His parents expected him to grow out of it in a few years, but he didn’t. He caught plenty of criticism from parents and peers both, but Violet always supported him. She told him that when someone doesn’t like who you are, just keep being yourself, if just to make them angry.
In high school, most of Luka’s classmates stopped caring about his style, and while he stayed his spacey self, he was friendly enough to have a positive reputation around school. He stayed close with his sister; in fact, when he realized he was attracted to boys, she was the first person he told (plus, she agreed to never tell their parents). Whenever Mom and Dad gave Luka shit about his clothes or mannerisms, Violet always came to his defense. Things changed, though, when Luka was 17 and Violet moved out to live on her own.
Without his sister around, Luka was subjected to the full force of his parents’ expectations. They got in arguments almost every night, and Luka rebelled even more. He fell in with a group of friends that his parents didn’t approve of. His new friends were known stoners, and he started smoking as well, finding that it gave him inspiration for his writing. The group often met at a relatively unknown campsite in the woods where they would sit around the fire and get high together. After they all graduated high school, their meetings became more frequent, but so did Luka’s fights with his parents. After a particularly harsh argument left him in a rotten mood, he left to meet his friends again, hoping to cheer himself up. Things were different this time, though. One of them had gotten their hands on some shrooms.
Luka had read up on the effects of Psylocibin mushrooms and had wanted to try them at least once in his life. He was interested in experiencing the creativity and visions that came with them, so he gladly accepted. While waiting for the drug to kick in, one of his friends made a joking comment about his feminine clothing. Normally, he would have laughed and followed it up with a jab of his own, but he was still on edge from fighting with his parents, so he reacted defensively. This lead to an argument, and Luka got up and walked away in no direction in particular.
As he got farther away from his worried friends, he felt electricity under his skin. His friends’ cries of his name started to warp in his perception until they stopped sounding like speech at all. He could almost feel the life around him, the trees seemed to be breathing, and the fireflies started splitting in two and filling the air. He saw colors more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before, and soon enough, his bad mood had entirely washed away. He had no idea where he was, and he didn’t care. He wished everyone could experience this. The world would be a much better place.
While he was distracted by the visions, Luka slipped on some wet leaves and fell. He slid down a hill, disoriented, and his hallucinations turned more sinister. He could have sworn that the pattern of the fireflies rushing past him looked like faces looking right at him. The next thing he felt was cold, and wet. He remembered the stream he had fallen into, but as his body was submerged, he couldn’t remember it ever being deeper than his ankles. Panicking, he let out a breath and the bubbles that burst from his mouth led him to the surface.
When he climbed back onto the shore, he felt different. He no longer felt the electric charge in his body, and he was much more mentally present. He didn’t feel high anymore, but what he saw didn’t make any sense. He swam through a four-inch deep stream and came out completely dry, in an unfamiliar place.
It was like a dream world, except he was sure he was awake.
Crush: Open to any cute boys (・ω<)☆ Other: He loves music, and can sing and play the ukulele. He’s into anime, dessert, and cats. He’s never dated anyone, but he’s definitely looking.
Looks: Luka can easily be mistaken for a girl, which is exactly how he likes it. He looks young, with a short stature and round face, and dresses in a feminine way. He has chin-length blond hair that he doesn’t bother to keep out of his eyes, and a distinct fashion sense. He is fond of bright or pastel colors and plentiful accessories, and can easily be picked out of a crowd based on his flamboyant attire. A frequent cause of frustration for him is his young appearance; most people meeting him just don’t believe he’s over eighteen. His high voice doesn’t help things. Basically, imagine three chipmunks standing on each others’ shoulders under a trench coat desperately trying to convince you they’re a real adult human. He has a nice singing voice, at least.
Personality: Luka comes off as a very friendly, if strange, person. A lot of the time, he seems to be off in his own world, and in conversation his mind can go weird places. Despite being spacey and sometimes inscrutable, he’s easy to talk to and fun to be around. He’s the kind of person who would start singing out of nowhere just because he felt like it. He has a strange sense of humor, finding comedy in the absurd and slightly scary (He once imagined a horse race in which none of the horses had legs and couldn’t stop laughing for, like, an hour).
While he seems unapologetically unique to an outside observer, Luka actually hides plenty of anxiety and insecurity. He tries his best to be confident in who he is, but he’s used to feeling ashamed of himself. His way of dealing with these feelings isn’t a particularly healthy one: He ignores them, and on occasion copes using hallucinogens. He’s honestly kind of a mess, but he tries.
History: Milo and Eliza Young had very nearly built a perfect life. Milo worked in an office and made enough money for both of them, and Eliza stayed home and took care of the kids, Violet and Luka. They lived in a good neighborhood, the kids got along well, and they were the envy of their peers. The only thing that wasn’t exactly as they imagined was their son.
Luka was always different than the other boys. He was in his own little world, more at home listening to music than playing outside. He seemed to prefer clothing and toys meant for girls, and even willingly played dress-up with his older sister. His parents expected him to grow out of it in a few years, but he didn’t. He caught plenty of criticism from parents and peers both, but Violet always supported him. She told him that when someone doesn’t like who you are, just keep being yourself, if just to make them angry.
In high school, most of Luka’s classmates stopped caring about his style, and while he stayed his spacey self, he was friendly enough to have a positive reputation around school. He stayed close with his sister; in fact, when he realized he was attracted to boys, she was the first person he told (plus, she agreed to never tell their parents). Whenever Mom and Dad gave Luka shit about his clothes or mannerisms, Violet always came to his defense. Things changed, though, when Luka was 17 and Violet moved out to live on her own.
Without his sister around, Luka was subjected to the full force of his parents’ expectations. They got in arguments almost every night, and Luka rebelled even more. He fell in with a group of friends that his parents didn’t approve of. His new friends were known stoners, and he started smoking as well, finding that it gave him inspiration for his writing. The group often met at a relatively unknown campsite in the woods where they would sit around the fire and get high together. After they all graduated high school, their meetings became more frequent, but so did Luka’s fights with his parents. After a particularly harsh argument left him in a rotten mood, he left to meet his friends again, hoping to cheer himself up. Things were different this time, though. One of them had gotten their hands on some shrooms.
Luka had read up on the effects of Psylocibin mushrooms and had wanted to try them at least once in his life. He was interested in experiencing the creativity and visions that came with them, so he gladly accepted. While waiting for the drug to kick in, one of his friends made a joking comment about his feminine clothing. Normally, he would have laughed and followed it up with a jab of his own, but he was still on edge from fighting with his parents, so he reacted defensively. This lead to an argument, and Luka got up and walked away in no direction in particular.
As he got farther away from his worried friends, he felt electricity under his skin. His friends’ cries of his name started to warp in his perception until they stopped sounding like speech at all. He could almost feel the life around him, the trees seemed to be breathing, and the fireflies started splitting in two and filling the air. He saw colors more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before, and soon enough, his bad mood had entirely washed away. He had no idea where he was, and he didn’t care. He wished everyone could experience this. The world would be a much better place.
While he was distracted by the visions, Luka slipped on some wet leaves and fell. He slid down a hill, disoriented, and his hallucinations turned more sinister. He could have sworn that the pattern of the fireflies rushing past him looked like faces looking right at him. The next thing he felt was cold, and wet. He remembered the stream he had fallen into, but as his body was submerged, he couldn’t remember it ever being deeper than his ankles. Panicking, he let out a breath and the bubbles that burst from his mouth led him to the surface.
When he climbed back onto the shore, he felt different. He no longer felt the electric charge in his body, and he was much more mentally present. He didn’t feel high anymore, but what he saw didn’t make any sense. He swam through a four-inch deep stream and came out completely dry, in an unfamiliar place.
It was like a dream world, except he was sure he was awake.
Crush: Open to any cute boys (・ω<)☆ Other: He loves music, and can sing and play the ukulele. He’s into anime, dessert, and cats. He’s never dated anyone, but he’s definitely looking.
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?
Appearance: Mieke can easily be described as “doll-like,” having pale skin, delicate facial features, and small stature. Her hair, naturally platinum blonde but currently dyed pastel purple, is long and wavy with straight bangs that end just above her eyes. She loves sweaters, and will wear them whenever the weather permits it. She wears a lot of clothes with soft colors and cute styles.
Personality: Mieke is the kind of person who doesn’t take to conflict very well. If someone yells at her, or near her, or if people are arguing or getting angry around her, she’s likely to cry. In fact, a lot of things can make her cry. She’s overly sensitive, easily frightened, and bad at standing up for herself.
This doesn’t necessarily mean she’s a coward, though. A whole life of extreme emotion has left her adept at continuing on despite what she’s feeling. If she starts crying, she can deal with it, if she gets scared, she can work through it, and as long as there’s a possibility of succeeding, she won’t give up. She’ll always try to find a peaceful solution to any conflict, and it’s hard for her to say no to anyone who needs her help. She may be fragile, but she’s definitely reliable.
It’s a real challenge to get her really angry, and barely anyone has ever succeeded, but when it happens, well… it’s really something.
Skills: Strength - While she’s no bodybuilder, Mieke is much stronger than she looks. She’s been carrying heavy planters and bags of mulch for years, so she’s worked up plenty of muscle.
Plant Stuff - Whether it’s arranging bouquets or planting a garden, Mieke definitely has a green thumb. You kind of have to when you work in a flower shop.
Video Games - You wouldn’t think so when you look at her, but Mieke is a whiz at video games, rhythm and fighting games especially. As a kid, she held plenty of high scores at her local arcade.
History: Mieke spent most of her life in a small seaside town in Massachusetts. She lived with her single mother in an apartment above a flower shop called “Smell the Roses.” Her mother had very weak health, and the flower business only barely paid for her medical expenses. Between going to school, helping run the shop, and her shy personality, Mieke didn’t excel socially. In school, she was the kid who kept to herself, rarely sharing more than a few words with anyone. She had a reputation for getting upset very easily, which kids used to tease her about early on, but once they grew up, most everyone just left her alone. If someone did take interest in her, she would be friendly to them at school, but if they asked to make plans, she would always answer with, “Sorry, I’m busy.”
When she wasn’t in school, she would be working at the flower shop, running errands, helping customers, or doing the heavy lifting that her mother couldn’t. She thrived in that environment, as it was only ever busy around certain holidays. Once she graduated high school, she started working at the shop full time instead of attending college, which they wouldn’t be able to afford. Things were alright for a while.
When people started contracting an unknown illness, Mieke was terrified. Her mother already wasn’t healthy, if she caught that disease, she’d almost definitely die. As it turns out, she didn’t catch it. However, Mieke did. For days on end, she was bedridden with a terrible fever, slipping in and out of consciousness. Her mother closed up the shop to take care of her.
When the sickness was at its worst, Mieke saw a vision of a winged figure standing over her. She was sure that it had to be the angel of death coming to take her away. To her surprise though, she started to recover. In no time, she was well enough to go back to work.
Her mind was stuck on the vision she had, though. If she focused on it, she could almost see it physically there with her, but it never lasted long.
She wasn’t sure what to do when she received a letter calling her to Washington D.C. On one hand, she thought it must have had something to do with the winged thing, and she really wanted to know more about it. On the other hand, she didn’t exactly have many skills that could be useful. Especially since the letter mentioned saving the world. There was no way she could do that. Her place was at home, helping her mother and taking care of plants.
However, she changed her mind when she read the word “compensated.”
Seeing an opportunity to ease her mother’s financial strain, she called a cousin to take her place at the store, and booked a flight to Washington.
Other: Her name references the artist Micachu
Stand Name: 「CRY BABY」
Stand Parameters: Power: B Speed: A Range: C Staying: C Precision: D Learning: B
Stand Description: Cry Baby appears as a tall lanky humanoid figure with pink skin and large feathery wings. She has yellow hair in a short bob with straight bangs that almost cover her entire face. She wears frilly white and yellow clothing. Her voice sounds like a chirping bird.
Stand Abilities: When Cry Baby cries, her tears float in the air and harden into sharp crystals. The crystals will hang in the air until they’re touched, which causes them to burst into shards capable of causing minor damage to objects or people. Cry Baby can also use her wings to shoot the crystals as projectiles. Cry Baby can only cry when Mieke cries.
Other: Her name references Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez
Appearance: Mieke can easily be described as “doll-like,” having pale skin, delicate facial features, and small stature. Her hair, naturally platinum blonde but currently dyed pastel purple, is long and wavy with straight bangs that end just above her eyes. She loves sweaters, and will wear them whenever the weather permits it. She wears a lot of clothes with soft colors and cute styles.
Personality: Mieke is the kind of person who doesn’t take to conflict very well. If someone yells at her, or near her, or if people are arguing or getting angry around her, she’s likely to cry. In fact, a lot of things can make her cry. She’s overly sensitive, easily frightened, and bad at standing up for herself.
This doesn’t necessarily mean she’s a coward, though. A whole life of extreme emotion has left her adept at continuing on despite what she’s feeling. If she starts crying, she can deal with it, if she gets scared, she can work through it, and as long as there’s a possibility of succeeding, she won’t give up. She’ll always try to find a peaceful solution to any conflict, and it’s hard for her to say no to anyone who needs her help. She may be fragile, but she’s definitely reliable.
It’s a real challenge to get her really angry, and barely anyone has ever succeeded, but when it happens, well… it’s really something.
Skills: Strength - While she’s no bodybuilder, Mieke is much stronger than she looks. She’s been carrying heavy planters and bags of mulch for years, so she’s worked up plenty of muscle.
Plant Stuff - Whether it’s arranging bouquets or planting a garden, Mieke definitely has a green thumb. You kind of have to when you work in a flower shop.
Video Games - You wouldn’t think so when you look at her, but Mieke is a whiz at video games, rhythm and fighting games especially. As a kid, she held plenty of high scores at her local arcade.
History: Mieke spent most of her life in a small seaside town in Massachusetts. She lived with her single mother in an apartment above a flower shop called “Smell the Roses.” Her mother had very weak health, and the flower business only barely paid for her medical expenses. Between going to school, helping run the shop, and her shy personality, Mieke didn’t excel socially. In school, she was the kid who kept to herself, rarely sharing more than a few words with anyone. She had a reputation for getting upset very easily, which kids used to tease her about early on, but once they grew up, most everyone just left her alone. If someone did take interest in her, she would be friendly to them at school, but if they asked to make plans, she would always answer with, “Sorry, I’m busy.”
When she wasn’t in school, she would be working at the flower shop, running errands, helping customers, or doing the heavy lifting that her mother couldn’t. She thrived in that environment, as it was only ever busy around certain holidays. Once she graduated high school, she started working at the shop full time instead of attending college, which they wouldn’t be able to afford. Things were alright for a while.
When people started contracting an unknown illness, Mieke was terrified. Her mother already wasn’t healthy, if she caught that disease, she’d almost definitely die. As it turns out, she didn’t catch it. However, Mieke did. For days on end, she was bedridden with a terrible fever, slipping in and out of consciousness. Her mother closed up the shop to take care of her.
When the sickness was at its worst, Mieke saw a vision of a winged figure standing over her. She was sure that it had to be the angel of death coming to take her away. To her surprise though, she started to recover. In no time, she was well enough to go back to work.
Her mind was stuck on the vision she had, though. If she focused on it, she could almost see it physically there with her, but it never lasted long.
She wasn’t sure what to do when she received a letter calling her to Washington D.C. On one hand, she thought it must have had something to do with the winged thing, and she really wanted to know more about it. On the other hand, she didn’t exactly have many skills that could be useful. Especially since the letter mentioned saving the world. There was no way she could do that. Her place was at home, helping her mother and taking care of plants.
However, she changed her mind when she read the word “compensated.”
Seeing an opportunity to ease her mother’s financial strain, she called a cousin to take her place at the store, and booked a flight to Washington.
Other: Her name references the artist Micachu
Stand Name: 「CRY BABY」
Stand Parameters: Power: B Speed: A Range: C Staying: C Precision: D Learning: B
Stand Description: Cry Baby appears as a tall lanky humanoid figure with pink skin and large feathery wings. She has yellow hair in a short bob with straight bangs that almost cover her entire face. She wears frilly white and yellow clothing. Her voice sounds like a chirping bird.
Stand Abilities: When Cry Baby cries, her tears float in the air and harden into sharp crystals. The crystals will hang in the air until they’re touched, which causes them to burst into shards capable of causing minor damage to objects or people. Cry Baby can also use her wings to shoot the crystals as projectiles. Cry Baby can only cry when Mieke cries.
Other: Her name references Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez
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.”
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.
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”
here's a wip, because i feel like i've been taking too long. it's mostly done, just connections and audition left
Her True Name Shiro LeBlanc
Her Stage Name Baby Vamp  The Date she Joined the Circus April 1st, 1929
Her Act Knife Thrower
Her Compulsion “It’s a tragedy, really. I’ve been shooting since the moment I could hold a gun; it’s practically in my blood! At this point, I just feel naked without packing some iron. But, as per my deal with the Ringleader, I can’t use any guns until my contract’s over. Though, I’ve gotta say, knives have steadily grown on me over the years.”
Her Powers “Perfect Projectile Precision! In layman’s terms, I never miss. Does wonders for the whole knife-throwing act! Woulda been really useful a little earlier, though.”
Why she Joined the Circus. “Hah, well this is a little embarrassing. I, uh, joined to avoid getting arrested. See, the Treasury Department was cracking down on the family business, and my folks told me to run. Was really the only option; what I’d done up ’til then would get me put away for life at the very least. So, heh, I ran off to join the circus. Never found out what happened to my parents. Guess it’s too late now, huh?”
Her Biography “So, You wanna hear my story, eh? Well, sit down, let me tell you the tale of La Victoire.
It all started in 1900, when my parents immigrated from France and set up this nice little boulangerie in St. Louis that they called La Victoire. I grew up in the apartment above the restaurant. Life was great, business was booming, and I got fresh-baked bread every morning. We would have been just fine if not for… well, a few things.
I was real young at the time, so details are practically nonexistent, but I know that food shortages during the Great War were a real blow to restauranteurs, my folks included. They just couldn’t get the ingredients to make everything they needed, because it was all going towards the war effort. The only thing keeping us in the black was the wine we had stored in the basement — had to be enough to drown a horse.
Then came Prohibition. The last lifeline La Victoire had was illegalized. I actually remember this pretty well. When my parents found out, they were crushed. That didn’t last long, though, as my old man came up with a solution. He turned the restaurant into a speakeasy.
Soon, business was up again and my parents were raking in plenty of dirty money. Of course, dirty money attracts flies, so I took it upon myself to beat some sense into anyone who came sniffing around. Eventually, I impressed my dad enough and he let me come along as extra muscle on trips to pick up the bootleg. See, the illicit liquor business is a competitive one, and “competition” in this case means groups of hoods carrying Tommy guns.
It’s a good thing Dad taught me to shoot when I was a kid; none of his other runners could hit the Mississippi River if they were drowning in it!
And, well, in those few years I was running for my old man, I did some bad stuff. You, uh, definitely don’t want to hear about that. Don’t ask, alright? Anyway, I racked up quite the reputation during that time.
Then, I don’t know how, maybe one of our competitors called in a tip, maybe we were careless, but the Treasury Department caught wind of La Victoire and raided the place. My mom practically pushed me out the ground floor window and I ran and just kept on running until I found the Circus.
Gotta say, it’s weird that I haven’t aged a day in almost ninety years, but modern life’s treating me well! If I could go back and change things, well, I don’t know if I would.”