Lady Absinthia

✾ Lady Absinthia's Catacomb Of Characters

Corisande Olympia Somerset "I am in her employ, I'm not allowed to have feelings.” - Corisande's thoughts when asked about Lady Daventry ⚘ Looking Inside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ There is a high level of skepticism and doubt that she must deal with in situations and more importantly with people. Corisande wants to trust but finds it hard to do so, tending to think the worst about a situation. With people it is worse, as her lack of trust even after an extended period of time can bring issues to the surface. Closed off, Corisande can become emotionally distant when confronted or even aggressive if the circumstance causes her to feel threatened. Once she is sure of something, no matter how wrong it may be, it is hard for her to let it go: especially informationly. This ill-informed nature leads her to act foolishly or even rashly, only added to future skepticism. As negative as her mental capacity can be Corisande is very practical and responsible about things, understanding personal views aside she is lacking in many ways and must deal with the situation in front of her instead of focusing on her inner thoughts. She places a lot of thought into her future and how she will get by day to day so her opinions matter little when it comes to the larger picture: which is survival. Frugality is required as well as keeping a level head for these things. She is careful and wary, a woman who keeps her mouth shut. When it comes to situations or people she might draw the wrong conclusions but that doesn't mean she isn't noticing things. Corisande is very observant to things that are going on around her in the world. ⚘ A Brief History ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Before Entering RP Childhood: Corisande was born to Richard and Jane Clemins during the winter of 1794 in a small village known as Monkswood in the northern English Countryside. Richard was a farmer and Jane was a seamstress. Corisande had a good childhood, learning how to sew from her mother, that was until she was sixteen years old. Corisande, as well as many in their village (including her parents), all came down with influenza that winter. It was a hard several months. Many recovered, including Corisande. Her parents did not and died within three days of each other. Adulting: Being of marriageable age, the local minister arranged for Corisande to marry Brighton Somerset, the local barrister three decades her senior. They were married for eight years before the man passed away, a nice way of putting it. He was run over one morning by a wagon as he was passed out in a drunken stupor on the side of the road and the driver did not see him. Having no children, and no property, and their house rented from the local Minister, Corisande did what she could to stay afloat for a time. Elmswood Manor: Word of Corisande's sewing skills reached Lady Daventry and Corisande accepted a job as her personal seamstress. The pay was not much but it provided her with a roof over her head, food in her stomach, an exit from the home she had been forced to live in, and some sort of stability. Since moving into to Elmswood, Corisande has to play it safe as the Lady Daventry is volatile against any who do not live up to her standards. She spends many late hours sewing, trying to keep up the maddening pace, but Corisande keeps loosing time. Hours and hours, and she cannot figure out why. A Stitch In Time RP Elmswood: ⚘ Relations ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Major Brighton Somerset "I will burn for feeling relief." - Corisande on his death Corisande was only sixteen years old and just healing from influenza when she was married to Brighton Somerset. It was not a marriage that she wanted but as she had just lost her parents and so many in their village had died as well there was not a lot of options for a young girl wishing to retain what little reputation she had at that tender age. Brighton was the local barrister and could provide a roof and food. It was the best that she could hope for. They were marriage for eight years and had no children during this time. Corisande was not upset when he died after being run over by a wagon but she felt bad that she didn't feel bad. Minor Lady Daventry "Your skills aren't near what I am paying for, do it again!" - To Corisande after at least half the dresses Lady Daventry hired Corisande not long after her husband died. She wanted a personal seamstress so that she did not leave her beloved Elmswood Manor. Corisande moved and began work. She has worked for the woman the last couple of years and is very on edge because of it. Lady Daventry pushes for unobtainable standards and time restraints on dresses. Corisande does everything she can, keeps her mouth shut, and her head down. So far she has managed to retain her job. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Year 5: Part 3

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Date: July 22nd, 2012

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Map in Original OOC post - NPC's In CS Tab

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach

Temperature: 81F
Humidity: High (Around 83%) - No Rain
Wind Speed: 12 MPH
Cloud Coverage: Overcast

Note: It has gone down a whole 2 degrees! LOL Okay, party is underway, bar is open. Adelaide will serve one of several things if asked -

• Heavy: Moonshine (It's clear)
• Moderate: Whiskey (It's brown)
• Light: Beer (Pale Ales)
• Tea (Southern Sweet, it's brown, if you put a drink down next to someone else drinking whiskey, you might mix it up lol)
• Water (Clear, look out for switching glasses with mooonshine.)

Seriously, if you want to get drinks mixed up, go for it LOL

The band keeps on playing. They flip between a rather wide variety. From country to rock to classic rock, pop, etc. It's a little of everything, covers of popular stuff. Things that would have been easier to get a hold of tapes or records of. Older the music, the more likely it would be covered as this was a retirement town before the outbreak. They're not bad and do a hell of a cover of Wayward Son by Kansas. Maddog seems to not have a half bad singing voice as the group slows things down. "A'right y'all, grab partner and let's slow it down," Bass says before Maddog sings Elvis Presleys Can't Help Falling In Love.

Shears smiles over to Riley and shakes her hand, he's still fangirling a bit. "Really should get you up there. They might not know any of yours but if you know some older stuff maybe you could do a cover. Might get your foot in the door. First set break, wanna go talk to them?" Shears asked with a grin and a bit of a belly laugh as he stood there. "Oh slow one starting up," he added as the Elvis cover started. "Go on you two love birds, get a dance in."

During all this, the karts are moved over to the pots and Cook takes over fully, freeing up the rest while she starts the boils. Mizrahi looked over to Thalia and nodded. "When you ask." Seemed rather flat when he spoke but Mizrahi wasn't exactly being noted as someone of many words. Standing up he helped Cook and Morales and Gunny set karts locks in place. Gunny headed off to go sit with his dad for a few. The two seemed to talk quietly among themselves.

"Well hey there Chica. Think you can do me a favor? Get that brother of yours to talk normal when he shows up?" Morales asked Thalia with a chuckle.

"Oh you leave Joaquin alone. I personally love the way he talks. It's like being in at the theater without having to buy a ticket," Cook said as she smacked the back of Morales hand with a large spoon.

"Ouch!" he started before going into a slew of mumbled Spanish words that were most likely curses.

Shears looked over as the two older guys he would be sharing a place with came over and grinned. Extending a hand. "Well sure I play cards but I tell ya what, I got some Dominos as well if you would have at it. Glad to see you getting around," he said to Alexander before looking at Manny. "Shit, I cut hair and well anything else when it needs it. I'm a pro napper as well," he said fixing his part and grinning.

"More like pro-gassman," Daytona said in passing as he pinched her nose and kept walking.

"I will turns your hair green Daytona," he threatened with a laugh before looking back at the others. "Or may be pink."

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Thana Martin

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Bar)
Skills: N/A

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"Yeah they do, glad they could help out," she said to Alexander. It was good to see him moving around better.

Thana sat there grinning a little bit, her foot tapping along with the music as it continued. It was nice, this was real nice. Just sitting back, listening to music like one would in a bar back before the whole world went to shit. Hell, this was a bar, just an outdoor bar. Been a while since she sang in a bar. Okay, now she made herself sad. Last time she had was with Gavin. That seemed like a life time ago, it was a life time ago. Looking over at Ash she chuckled a bit, trying to move on. Just because that part of her life was over didn't mean she still didn't care about the man she lost, it was just that she couldn't dwell on it. It wouldn't change anything. This, with Ash, and the rest, here, this was a new chapter in life.

"I used to do a cover of Paint it Black back in the day," she said thinking on it after talk about the Stones. Shrugging a bit she glanced over at Riley. "Would like to hear her sing though, she's the pro. Hopefully the guys will take note of her," she said before looking back at Ash. Ash knew Riley a lot better than she did but Thana at least knew of Riley before the radio stations stopped playing music and started playing emergency messages until they died. "Thanks Mugsy, talk to ya later Manny," she said before the two wandered off to talk to the others. It was good seeing people mingling around. She would have been if her thigh didn't hurt so damn much right now.

Picking up the drink, Thana raised it and nodded. "To absent friends. Gone but still loved. In the past but never forgotten," she said before downing the shot and hissing slightly. Okay, that refill had a bit more kick than she had braced for. Thana was going to say wait a bit but when things slowed down she slipped off her seat and braced against Ash. "A'right soldier, sweep a girl off her feet and take me dancin'," she said as she slipped an arm over his shoulder. She'd have to let him lead. "You can dance... right?" It wasn't exactly something that had come up. Well maybe it had, at the reception, but it wasn't something she could recall.

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Nikola Warren

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: O9 -> M9
Skills: N/A

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Nikki giggled and nodded. "Yeah well we got a lot of odd balls around here. I'm one. Thinkin' your one as well," she teased before sticking her tongue out at him. Then she busted out laughing about the bags. "Actually it's collected and used as fertilizer. The bags are sanitized and reused. All part of that reduce, reuse, recycle shit they tried to get me to do posters for in middle school. You know, all that Earth Day jazz. Places reuses and recycles as much as humanly possible." It was the truth. Sure they had supplies and a good handle on things. Sure they could get places but in the end, eventually all of mankind made items were going to run out or get to a point they couldn't get to them. CMB planned for the long haul, so while they did some things to squander resources to boost morale from time to time, mostly they were pretty tight about things.

"Supply handles it. So might end up being your job. Was mine my firs six months." Nikki cringed a bit thinking back on it. It sucked but it had to be done. She was glad to be off the duty now. Granted it wasn't all bad. Okay the duty was, the payoff wasn't. Having vegetables did rock, even if she hated them growing up. What she wouldn't do for a fucking brussel sprout these days.

"Yeah sucks but we got a few with bad allergies down there and a handful with like major dog phobias. One kid got mauled by some that went feral. Lost an eye and a few fingers. Think she just worked up to being able to handle a picture of a dog," Nikki said, hoping that put things into a little more prospective.

Then he went into his whole thing about the gun. That was out of left field. "From dogs to gun? You really gotta get out more," she finally said before motioning with her finger so they could put Izi up in the apartment. Nikki wanted to get to the party, have some fun, dance a little. Nikki really didn't need an excuse to dance. She was bopping around as she walked anyways, cutting through the grounds between the buildings this time instead of taking the roads. It was faster this way and since she wasn't going into any building she wasn't breaking any rules. At least not for this area. There was nothing major here to stay away from.

"Be my third here. Don't do them often but they are fun. Wasn't expecting one this week but after such a big group came in and it had been a while, General made it so. Though more think it has to do with the supplies Sparrow and Franken brought back than anything," she said as she motioned towards the apartments. "Want me to wait here for ya while you put her up?"

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

Cʀʏꜱᴛᴀʟʟɪɴᴇ Sʏᴍʙɪᴏꜱɪꜱ "Ten days: You will fully adapt, partially adapt, or die." - Exploration and Evaluation Corps ✧ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In an age of space travel one no longer has to stay Earth Bound. In fact, many have set off with their eyes on the stars in search of new destinations and adventure. Travel through out the galaxy abounds thanks mostly to a crystalline rock, that when skillfully cut, is the key to advanced power and communications systems at the heart of interstellar civilization. This rock can only be mined on one planet. Deep within the Federal Sentient Planets lays the planet Ballybran. The Heptite Guild is in control and this planet is on a permanent travel ban. No one is aloud in or out if they are not a member of the Guild and even then, being a member isn't enough to get you fully planet side. Somethings are fully left up to fate and luck. Crystal Singers, a skilled set of people with perfect pitch, mine and the rest of the planet supports them: from admin to medical to farmer to security. Yet before you can get to that stage you must first adapt. The Spore, as the locals call it, is a microbe that forms a symbiotic relationship with any carbon or silicon based life forms that enter the planets gravitational pull. The formation is a traumatic experience known as "Transition Sickness." One of three things happen. You fully adapt: gaining an extended life and perhaps an amplified sense. You partially adapt: one sense could be enhanced to painful levels or one could enhance and you could lose the another completely. The third option? You die. There is no way of knowing before you step onto the planet and once you do and if you live you can only leave for short periods. Being away from the planet and its unique environment for too long causes sickness and eventual coma thanks to the Spore. Due to this unique environment and high chance of death the Federal Sentient Planets forbids the Guild from actively recruiting but that doesn't stop people from applying. The pay is better than most anything earth side and even support staff live well above average means. Compared to the Earth, which is collapsing in on itself: Death seems like a fair gamble. Kilatha McNolly is on the next flight out, as well as a team of others with their eyes set on the prize. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Closed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 2750's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: Ballybran ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Future ↕ Fandom ↕ Sci-Fi Military ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Characters: @Lady Absinthia: Kilatha McNolly : ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

Fɪɢʜᴛ Fᴏʀ Sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ "Your fate is fixed. Fear profits a man nothing." - Herger The Joyous ᚠ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In the middle of winter there is not much pillaging that can go on, at least not in in some of the more inland areas. A harsh winter in Scandinavia is a common occurrence and people expect it. Villages stock up as best they can and preparing for the long dark months ahead, sacrifice to the gods and pray that they are in Odins favor. Seers try to predict how long or short the season will be but in the end, no one saw this winter coming. No one, not even the elders can remember a winter with snow as deep or winds as high as this one. It came in early, cutting off the time they had to prepare by more than a month. Those precious days may mean the end for many families. Villages are barely getting by and sickness is setting in. What about those who live further inland? Away from the coast and the fjords, away from the people. What about those who are trying to make it on their own for one reason or another? Not having as many people to work and stock can make the food stores even more meager. Though, maybe, just maybe... Less is better. Perhaps not having as many mouths to feed will be the key to survival. If you only have to fend for yourself maybe you can get through the white night. That is, if no problems come knocking at your door. Or perhaps worse, you end up going insane because of the solitude; which is a very real possibility considering you swear you just saw someone with red hair walk by. Yeah, you're loosing it. Astra Eriksdotter maybe that very problem. Caught out in the middle of the storm for days now, she is weak, starving, and injured. Burning with fever she doesn't know if anything she is seeing is real anymore or if it is just a hallucination; including a house that looks to be nearly fully buried in the snow. Does she dare try knocking? Will she even make it to the front door, where the hell is the front door? What if someone is there? If they are, would they dare let her in? Another mouth to feed. One that is injured, burning with fever. Letting her in could mean the death of both of you but if you don't, she won't survive the night. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Closed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 860's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: Scandinavia ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Historical ↕ Slice-of-life ↕ Viking Medieval ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Characters: @Lady Absinthia: Astra Eriksdotter : ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

Bᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ Tʜᴇ Cʜᴇʀʀʏ Bʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍꜱ "Our isolation is for their protection, not ours." - Kaga Daimyō ✿ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a time of isolation, much of the world is left wondering why. Those on the Island Nation of Japan know it isn't for the reasons said. Publicly the nation is calm, at peace, without war. The nation if prospering and does not want interference or to be tainted by western culture. Isolation is to keep their people safe, without influence, or even illness from other suffering nations only wishing a piece of what the Pearl Of The Orient can provide. If only that were the truth, if only the land of the rising sun were as calm and prosperous as they claimed to be. Their shores may be off limits but it only to protect others while they try to save themselves. Military rule is law and it must be for these are dark times. Daimyō and Samurai rule these lands, fighting not one another but more supernatural forces. Demons, wild and savage, beings are constantly causing havoc both in the larger cities and along the country side. And when the demons are out to play, so shall they draw out the evil in many. Bandits are coming together and clans are forming, rushing villages to burn and plunder and leave death in their wake. No social class is safe and the higher you are the further you have to fall. You can fight, you can flee. Either way you must survive to see another day. Kikuya grew up in a small farming village outside of Edo. It wasn't a grand life but it was pleasant and happy. Her parents were kind and loving, teaching their daughter well. While she did not marry rich, she married contently. Everything seemed like it would be fine. Farm and family in peace. Yet her husband was called a way to war, her village was attacked. Only herself and a few other survived, quickly going to Edo for safety. Rejected by city their village had fed, one does what she must. Just survive until he returns. Yet there was no return, the entire regiment was slaughtered in the north. When one is left to turn to or survive for one must look inwardly. Survival is more important than honor and the young farm girl must learn how to defend herself in more ways than one. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Closed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1760's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: Edo, Japan ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Historical ↕ Supernatural ↕ Eastern Military ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Characters: @Lady Absinthia: Kikuya Iwasaki : ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

Mᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪᴄᴀʟ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ "There is a direct correlation between replacements and humanity." - Cybernetic Report On Cyberware 2053 დ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In an era when technology seems to be outpacing humanity, sometimes the only thing you can do is start trading out bits of your flesh for something more upgradable. Something that can be changed out as easily as a light-bulb or traded in for a down payment on something newer and better, like you would a cell phone. Little by little, piece by piece, more and more of your skin, flesh, bone, and blood are taken away and replaced with wire, circuits, dermaskin, and lubricants. At what point does man stop being man and become machine? If all that remains is a memory chip can one really even be considered human anymore? If the only thing pumping now is a mechanical heart where does humanity lay? It has been ten years since the team was together. They trained, grew up, worked together for two decades. Then, one run, one very bad run and everything changed. You lose people, everyone does in this line of work. Sometimes it isn't so much that you lost someone but how they were lost that forever breaks what was once a unit that was unshakable. In the end you part ways and don't look back. Everyone has to make a new path, alone. Some stay in the business, some change completely, some just go underground and haven't been a blip on the radar in all these years. Something going on though and it's time to get the team back together. That is if you can find each other. One person is on the radar though. Sunie Marks never went underground or went under the radar. She retired and set up shop as a cyberwear and weapons developer. Customized items, specialized, to the highest bidder. No large quantities. One and done. No names. She doesn't want to know. She just wants to create. Thing is, every item needs to be tested. It's not hard to find volunteers but she doesn't risk it. What if it doesn't work? What if it does? No, little by little she has stripped away herself to be her own test subject. How much of her actually remains? Is she even the woman you once knew? Or is it only buried beneath the circuits and hardware? Or has a technology finally surpassed humanity? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Closed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 2070's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: Northwest Coast ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Future ↕ Fantasy ↕ Cyberpunk Horror ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Characters: @Lady Absinthia: Sunie Marks : ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

A Sᴛɪᴛᴄʜ Iɴ Tɪᴍᴇ "No, the hands moved and covered its face." - Lord Daventry to his physician ✄ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a time when marriages can make or break a legacy, what does one do when it all starts to come crashing down? Lady Daventry has been enjoying the lavish life her much older husband has provided for her over the last twenty years. Life at Elmswood is everything she could have hoped for; she has most everything her heart can desire, including a long line of lovers that come when she calls. Perfect... Save for a husband she wishes would hurry up and die, a step son who is a weakling, and a nephew who was exiled to India by his uncle for his scandalous behavior. Yes, everything seems as perfect as she can hope for, that is until her nephew returns home unexpectedly. Lord Daventry sent a letter to India calling back his nephew. The letter itself was cryptic. Speaking of lost time and nights that do not end. Saying he forgives his nephew and he is welcome home to claim his birthright, if he can return in time. To claim his childhood manor Ravenswalk, just a stones throw away from Elmswood, he must marry by his 28th birthday: which is in three weeks. Lady Daventry wants nothing to do with her nephew-in-law, nor wants him in her home, near her husband, or claiming Ravenswalk; even though she has let it fall into disrepair. Can Lord Daventry's nephew wed in time? Even if he does, can he repair Ravenswalk? And what does his uncle mean? How can he find out when he isn't even allowed past the front door? Corisande Somerset is nothing but an orphaned and widowed seamstress. No claim to wealth, no claim to title. Simply trying to find respectable work so that she knows where her next meal is coming from. Hired by Lady Daventry to be her personal seamstress she sets out to try to start life a new and forge some sort of future for herself since her past has nothing to offer her anymore. She has been warned to stay away from Lady Daventry's nephew for he will do nothing but shame her and use her but is the woman telling the truth? Should she even risk it? A wrong word could mean the end of her employment and with it her housing, food, and survival. Perhaps it is better to keep her head down and do what she was hired to do, sew. It is hard since each night as she creates by candle light she begins to swear she is not just dozing off but losing time itself. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Closed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1820's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: English Countryside ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Historical ↕ Fantasy ↕ Supernatural Horror ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Characters: @Lady Absinthia: Corisande Somerset : ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ Dᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀʏ: Wʏᴏᴍɪɴɢ Tᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀʏ "Are you tired of searching through the mail-order bride ads only to end up empty handed?" - Ad for Hearst House March 1876 ✉ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a post Civil-War America a mans future lays in his own hands. Land in the Wyoming Territory is being given away and gold awaits. Out in the mountains men are striking it rich or at least rich enough to enjoy more than they once had. The law of the land is what you make it for now, Uncle Sam hasn't come calling fully as of yet. Everything is at a mans finger tips - save one thing - women. While former soldiers of both the Confederacy and the Union, wanted men, young men, old men, bosses, tyrants, and more are all making for the Claim Towns; not so many women are willing to make the journey. In a lawless land anything goes. So what is a man to do when in the best of towns men out number women 10 to 1? And in the worst of towns 200 to 1? He can either keep trekking to the local brothel and keep shelling out a kings ransom, but she ain't gonna shine yer boots or bake yer biscuits. Can either pray you strike it lucky with the local dentists daughter or you can write back East and see if you can't get yourself a Mail-Order Bride. Sounds crazy right? Well in a pre-tinder world, sometimes a man could only hope to find a wife in the classifieds right between Employment and For Sale. Océane is younger; the daughter of French Immigrants who is in the East doing what women try to do - survive with hope intact. She took shelter at the Hearst House after a particularly dark period in her life. With no money, no inheritance, and her family dead there is not much left for her in the east that she cares about and plenty she wants to get away from, including several in the very place she has taken shelter in. In order to do that she has to have a way out. So she did the only thing she could think of, she agreed to be a Picture-Bride. A photograph take, a small blurb written, to print it went out in the territories. She could only sit and wait, see what if anything would happen. Something did in-fact happen - the ad was answered; by several. The question is though - is the one she answered the right fit or did she just set herself up for disappointment? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Claimed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1870's (The Frontier) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: South-Central Wyoming ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Historical ↕ Slice-of-life ↕ Western Military ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Characters: @Lady Absinthia: Océane La'Barbe @Sigil: Cypress Holloway ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

Oᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Aʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ "Welcome to Task Force South" - General Lindsay, Fort Clayton ❀ Premise ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a post-Vietnam America the U.S. Military isn't looked at like it was at the end of WWII. There is no clear cut line and politics cloud the issue. It is harder and harder to get new recruits and many of the older career soldiers are retiring, which is creating a large void in personnel for most branches, but the Army seems to be taking the greatest hit. What is a nation to do if they cannot get enough men willing to stand the line? In this world - they decide to try something new, allow women in combat. It isn't a popular vote but it seems to be the last resort. It isn't cut and dry though. Women are recognized yet for the most part, having to fly under the radar of some until they can prove themselves. There is no difference on the requirements in this time frame. It doesn't matter if you are woman or man, your physical requirements are the same. There are no female quarters, separation because of gender. If you are a woman and you want in, you better be prepared to be tossed right into the fire. A few women have stepped forward and are now the guinea pigs despite the odds stacked against them and people gunning for them. One such is Major T.J. 'The Sparrow' Martin. The daughter of a Marine and the granddaughter of a General, T is trying to make her way in This Mans Army as an Aviator. It has been hard fought and she has hidden who her family is so those above her cannot claim she only has risen to where she is because of family connections. Currently the Commanding Officer of the 18th Aviation Brigade, Special Designation: Black Barons, Major Martin is recently back from the Middle East and being deployed to Panama for the upcoming invasion. She must work along side other Commanding Officers, in a war zone, and not only stay alive but prove herself if she wishes her career to continue. One step out of line or report from another Commanding Officer could end everything. Can 2 C.O.'s work together and be able to keep the line between personal and professional from being crossed? And what happens when the past decides to become the present? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Status: Claimed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Time Frame: 1980's ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Main Location: U.S. Bases/War Zones ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rp Tags: Casual ↕ 1x1 ↕ Romance Modern ↕ Slice-of-life ↕ Military Horror ↕ Character Driven ↕ Co-Gmed ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Characters: @Lady Absinthia: Raymond Adaway Bettina Martin Maj. Thana Martin @Sigil: Cap. Ashton Holloway ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✾ Lady Absinthia's Mausoleum Of Machinations

✾ Lᴀᴅʏ Aʙꜱɪɴᴛʜɪᴀ'ꜱ Mausoleum Of Machinations ۩ ❃ The Basics ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ This is my little personal hide away for plot ideas that are for 1x1 Rps. Now many 1x1's are just simple vague ideas: I would like to play 'this' while you play 'that' and we will see where it goes and that is fine and dandy. I am usually open to hear ideas and if I feel it sure, I'll rp it. Thing is, it takes a lot for me to feel an rp idea so I don't go knocking on a lot of doors searching for a 1x1 RP partner. Usually I get a rather specific idea in mind, flesh it out, and then hit up a person I think would be good to partner up with. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Like with most 1x1 things, it can be hit or miss. Here I am not posting just general things. I am posting more specific cravings or ideas that went through my mind at least enough to flesh out a starter idea, put the time in to code the thing, and post it here. I might not even be open for taking on more Rp's. I might just type it up and drop it off here for later. Might want to pick it up when I have time, or fleshing it out might cleanse my system of the idea. Who knows. Right now I am just using this as an organization of thoughts, desires, and requirements. If it goes somewhere great. If not, at least my PM box is no longer bogged down by all this in different PM's to myself. ❃ Rules For Every Occasion ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ No matter what the Rp posted below is, what the idea might be, or what else is going on I have some general rules that apply to each and every 1x1 I am willing to join or start. Any Rp can go Mature in every way - 18+ Only. Minimal Casual Level - 2+ Paragraphs - Basic Grammar - Contribute to the Story Keep IC and OOC Separate No bunnying, god-modding, auto-hitting, controlling my character or personal NPCS. Steady posting and dependability required. Minimal 7 Day counters. Each Rp below is labeled with the following: Claimed (Rping Currently), Craving (Open), Closed (Not Now) If interested, check my current status to the left - if Open, PM me. If Closed, I am not taking on anymore Rp's currently. Please do not post here. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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