Lady Squee
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STATUS: Seems as though I've already stumbled upon some fun, like-minded partners for my first RP in... well, a very long time. 8 yrs ago
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Seems as though I've already stumbled upon some fun, like-minded partners for my first RP in... well, a very long time.
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I love how in 3 years this place hasn't changed a damn bit. :)
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Bio
Originally joined in January 2009 and damn have things changed in nine years.
25 years old.
Social Worker.
Happily Married.
Excited to get to know all of you and to be reunited with old and dear friends.
25 years old.
Social Worker.
Happily Married.
Excited to get to know all of you and to be reunited with old and dear friends.
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I've completed my CS. I had so much to say and knew how I wanted to say it, but when I got to typing nothing sounded good. Let me know if I need to add/change anything.
Alright, I'm not going to lie here. Last week I was out of class with the flu. This week, I'm back and swamped with make-up work. After tonight, I should be completely caught up and I should be able to finish Bondi's CS. College..... don't miss a class or it's hell.
I kill all of my crushes.
I'm a black widow. >:D
I'm a black widow. >:D
I'm just wanting my character to have something with Nash (even killing him >:D) just because I have a crush on the guy. D: D:
I don't think NPCs would be a bad idea. We could always have a few that are just fodder for the bloodbath (most could die here, and leave it to where are characters are mostly who survived. Maybe one gets scared and runs off his/her platform too early and blows up? If NPCs were added, would you control them, or would we all be involved in that?
So, judging for the OOC alone, I say we have a great group of people among us. Good RP community = Great RP, imo. :3
EDIT: While working on the CS, I have come to the conclusion that the Background is always the most difficult part for me. I know what I want to say, but then I get worked up with my grammar and I stress myself out. xD
EDIT: While working on the CS, I have come to the conclusion that the Background is always the most difficult part for me. I know what I want to say, but then I get worked up with my grammar and I stress myself out. xD
UNDER CONSTRUCTION (Will finish this after work or tomorrow.)
District 8's Bondi Cobalt; 24 years old; Female
Family:
None
Strength:
She is manipulative and quick on her feet, when it comes to problem-solving.
Weakness:
She uses her body for many things, but strength and endurance isn't her strong-suit. She prefers to have other people do the work, and then she'll get into the nitty-gritty of the rest.
Weapon of choice:
Daggers and anything that is easy to conceal within clothing.
Bio/Background:
Beautiful. When anyone tried to describe Bondi, they would always use that word. Intelligent, kind, and honest were never words that she heard about herself. It was always “Beautiful”. It was sickening really. Was that all she was? Would she always just be a pretty face and nothing else? Bondi didn’t want to think so. She worked hard, surpassing kids in school and if she couldn’t, at least she could keep up. Her mother, a school teacher in the District, always scolded her for working too hard.
“Bondi, you were born with looks. Use them. Don’t waste your time with this meaningless stuff. Your face can get you anywhere.”
It all didn’t make sense to here. Why should everything be handed to her just because of her face-shape, or her body-size? At a young age, Bondi grew up like a normal District 8 girl. She was due to begin 5-hour shifts at the textile factory on her 13th birthday and that was what she expected. It wasn’t until she reached puberty at the age of 12 that her parents began to enforce ‘beauty = power’ outlook.
When Bondi turned 14, her older brother, Teal, was selected as tribute for District 8. It was the 65th Hunger Games and on the second day, he found himself at the end of Finnick Odair's spear. His death shook the entire family but it hit their mother the most. Within weeks she was bed-ridden and soon died. Before passing, she gave Bondi a blue barrette. It was after the death of her mother and brother that Bondi realized how permanent death was. She would never see them again. She would never hear them again. Both of their lives were taken in front of her eyes. She wouldn't allow the same fate to happen to her.
Two years later, Bondi had the body of a full-grown woman and was not surprised when her name was called at The Reaping. During the 67th Hunger Games, Bondi battled with herself on a moral level. Sponsors wasn't a problem and by the third day, Bondi realized what her audience wanted. Could she do it? She didn't want to. Would it help her survive? Maybe. Would it shame her? There was a large possibility, but she had to use the gift she was given. At the end of Day 6, Bondi was left with two other opponents. She didn't know their names, only their Districts: 5 and 10. With a small set of daggers hidden safely in the elastic of her pants, Bondi set out in search of 5 and 10 with one goal. Survival.
Before she found their camp, the cannon went off, startling her. She quickly patted her body down making sure that it wasn't meant for her and after calming down, she heard leaves crunching. Looking up, Bondi found herself eye to eye with District 5's tribute. He was a lanky boy, probably around the age of 17. Clutched in his right hand was a fresh bloodied sword. It was only the two of them left. It was her or him. As he started to rush toward her, Bondi found herself unable to move. Where would she go? He would catch up with her. He would find her. She was a dead girl, unless she could do something and her plan on sneaking up on the two obviously didn't work in her favor.
"Wait.." was the only thing she could muster to say and surprisingly, he stopped. She could smell the sweat, dirt, and blood that radiated from him and did her best not to grimace. "Wait, please..." She took a step forward, holding her hands up in the air and put them against his chest. "Can I have a kiss, first?" Surprisingly, he obliged and before he could pull away, he was a dead-man. Bondi learned that day that distracted boys were dead boys. Her mother was right all along.
Token:
A barrette that has been passed down from her great-great-great grandmother.
The Year Won:
67th Hunger Games
Family:
None
Strength:
She is manipulative and quick on her feet, when it comes to problem-solving.
Weakness:
She uses her body for many things, but strength and endurance isn't her strong-suit. She prefers to have other people do the work, and then she'll get into the nitty-gritty of the rest.
Weapon of choice:
Daggers and anything that is easy to conceal within clothing.
Bio/Background:
Beautiful. When anyone tried to describe Bondi, they would always use that word. Intelligent, kind, and honest were never words that she heard about herself. It was always “Beautiful”. It was sickening really. Was that all she was? Would she always just be a pretty face and nothing else? Bondi didn’t want to think so. She worked hard, surpassing kids in school and if she couldn’t, at least she could keep up. Her mother, a school teacher in the District, always scolded her for working too hard.
“Bondi, you were born with looks. Use them. Don’t waste your time with this meaningless stuff. Your face can get you anywhere.”
It all didn’t make sense to here. Why should everything be handed to her just because of her face-shape, or her body-size? At a young age, Bondi grew up like a normal District 8 girl. She was due to begin 5-hour shifts at the textile factory on her 13th birthday and that was what she expected. It wasn’t until she reached puberty at the age of 12 that her parents began to enforce ‘beauty = power’ outlook.
When Bondi turned 14, her older brother, Teal, was selected as tribute for District 8. It was the 65th Hunger Games and on the second day, he found himself at the end of Finnick Odair's spear. His death shook the entire family but it hit their mother the most. Within weeks she was bed-ridden and soon died. Before passing, she gave Bondi a blue barrette. It was after the death of her mother and brother that Bondi realized how permanent death was. She would never see them again. She would never hear them again. Both of their lives were taken in front of her eyes. She wouldn't allow the same fate to happen to her.
Two years later, Bondi had the body of a full-grown woman and was not surprised when her name was called at The Reaping. During the 67th Hunger Games, Bondi battled with herself on a moral level. Sponsors wasn't a problem and by the third day, Bondi realized what her audience wanted. Could she do it? She didn't want to. Would it help her survive? Maybe. Would it shame her? There was a large possibility, but she had to use the gift she was given. At the end of Day 6, Bondi was left with two other opponents. She didn't know their names, only their Districts: 5 and 10. With a small set of daggers hidden safely in the elastic of her pants, Bondi set out in search of 5 and 10 with one goal. Survival.
Before she found their camp, the cannon went off, startling her. She quickly patted her body down making sure that it wasn't meant for her and after calming down, she heard leaves crunching. Looking up, Bondi found herself eye to eye with District 5's tribute. He was a lanky boy, probably around the age of 17. Clutched in his right hand was a fresh bloodied sword. It was only the two of them left. It was her or him. As he started to rush toward her, Bondi found herself unable to move. Where would she go? He would catch up with her. He would find her. She was a dead girl, unless she could do something and her plan on sneaking up on the two obviously didn't work in her favor.
"Wait.." was the only thing she could muster to say and surprisingly, he stopped. She could smell the sweat, dirt, and blood that radiated from him and did her best not to grimace. "Wait, please..." She took a step forward, holding her hands up in the air and put them against his chest. "Can I have a kiss, first?" Surprisingly, he obliged and before he could pull away, he was a dead-man. Bondi learned that day that distracted boys were dead boys. Her mother was right all along.
Token:
A barrette that has been passed down from her great-great-great grandmother.
The Year Won:
67th Hunger Games
I see people have mentioned things about combat and I have some advice for that. Since this is a RP and not a Tabletop, I don't want to make this too complicated, but if it sounds too complicated, I don't mind helping. In my Tabletop, I have a more complex version of this, but basically:
When it comes to combat, you have a winner and a loser. Almost always, both will end up injured and in the games, one will probably end up dead. I suggest during these fights that the two players PM each other and work on a collaborative post that depicts the fight from start to end. Before the fight, the winner can already be determined by rolls. The scale would go like this:
1-7: Injured
8-12: No injuries
13-20: Death
This is just a brief mock-up, but it can always be tweaked. Before a fight, the GM should be PM'd so that the roll can be done, or if you want to trust the players, they can do the roll on their own. You would roll 1-20 for each player. So in a sense, both players could end the fight injured, or dead, or no consequences at all. That way, it's not 100% guaranteed that a person is going to die during a fight, but there is a large chance for it.
EDIT: There is also a site where you can have the rolls listed publicly so everyone knows that there is no bias. I would suggest this if you are playing as a tribute, or if you choose to let the players roll for themselves. Let me look it up and I'll post it here.
When it comes to combat, you have a winner and a loser. Almost always, both will end up injured and in the games, one will probably end up dead. I suggest during these fights that the two players PM each other and work on a collaborative post that depicts the fight from start to end. Before the fight, the winner can already be determined by rolls. The scale would go like this:
1-7: Injured
8-12: No injuries
13-20: Death
This is just a brief mock-up, but it can always be tweaked. Before a fight, the GM should be PM'd so that the roll can be done, or if you want to trust the players, they can do the roll on their own. You would roll 1-20 for each player. So in a sense, both players could end the fight injured, or dead, or no consequences at all. That way, it's not 100% guaranteed that a person is going to die during a fight, but there is a large chance for it.
EDIT: There is also a site where you can have the rolls listed publicly so everyone knows that there is no bias. I would suggest this if you are playing as a tribute, or if you choose to let the players roll for themselves. Let me look it up and I'll post it here.
Also, I just realized something that should be added to the CS. A general section saying which year you won the Hunger Games needs to be added. There is only one person a year, so it would just be easier to make sure no one accidentally took someone elses. Ages won't really matter, but the year of the win does. :3
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