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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
8 mos ago
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To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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8 mos ago
The worst thing about mental illness is you have to look after yourself a disgusting amount. I know it's the only way to actually be in a fit state to look out for others, but it still feels wrong.
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9 mos ago
Emeth: Then I'll be that friend who's the opposite kind of annoying, whispering "Do it, you know you want to..."
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9 mos ago
Judging by the Internet's definitions of introversion and extraversion, you'd think everyone's either an extreme hermit or a party animal with no in between.
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Krystal: All part and parcel of the job.
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Bio
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
Sorry I took so long, some stuff came up, but here's my CS:
Appearance:
(The gloves are fingerless for her claws.)
Name: Freya Leander Age: 16 Gender: Female
Hero Name: Cait Sith Quirk Name: Feline Quirk Type: Mutant Quirk Description: Freya has the physical attributes of a cat, which manifest in a variety of ways. Firstly, this Quirk grants her enhanced agility and flexibility, making her a nimble fighter. While falling, she can twist around in midair and land in a way that minimises damage, although falls from great heights will still injure her as they will anyone else.
Another application is to extend claws from her fingertips that can be retracted at will. Each claw is an inch long, and if broken off, will grow back over the course of a week.
While she has acute night vision, her ability to see colours is diminished. She can't see red or pink, only dull shades of blue, green and yellow.
Whereas the average person needs around eight hours of sleep, Freya needs at least ten to feel fully rested. She tends to be lethargic in the mornings, becoming more active at night. For obvious reasons, this can cause issues with her school schedule.
Inventory & Possessions:
From her casual clothes to her hero costume, Freya wears clothes that are either loose or stretchy, so that they're easy to move in.
She almost always has seafood-flavoured snacks of some kind with her.
In her wallet is a photo of her and her sister, back when they were younger and got along better.
Sample Post:
No matter how cute a kitten seemed when playing, it only did so to become a hunter later on.
"Can't catch me!" The elder of the two children bounded across the room, turning and sticking her tongue out. Her deep-set, leonine eyes glimmered. "If a lion's the king of the jungle, that makes me the queen, and nobody beats a queen!"
The second child giggled as she raced around after her sister. "Wanna bet, Fliss?" The use of the nickname Felicity hated earned a mock growl. "And lions don't really live in the jungle, silly." In a remarkably fluid movement for someone her age, Freya leapt at Felicity, who dodged.
"Ya see?" The older sister grinned. "Point still stands, I'm going to be the greatest hero this world's ever seen! Just try catching up with me then!"
Breathless laughter filled the air as the children played. Such carefree merriment, however, couldn't last. The young had to start putting what used to be a game into practice as they grew. And growth wasn't always for the better.
"C'mon. Up." A nudge from a foot roused Freya from her sleep. "I said up."
The housecat girl stirred, her only reply a groan in the back of her throat. One yellow, slit-pupilled eye opened, fixing Felicity with a look of nonchalance before closing again. She yelped and hissed as the nudges became a kick. "Ugh, alright, alright Fliss I'm up," she mumbled, uncurling from the rug to stretch and stand. The satisfied expression plastered all over her sister's face sickened her through and through.
Felicity's sneer grew. "Glad to hear it. In case you'd forgotten, I like my sleep too, but the difference is I earn the right to rest. And don't call me Fliss. Just call me Sphinx." She gestured to the door. "So, still want to be a pro hero like me, or are you wimping out?"
She really doesn't want to know the answer to that, Freya thought, skulking after the person she'd grown up with but now barely recognised. Yes, she did want to be a pro hero. No, she didn't want to be like this particular one.
The obstacle course set up in the yard proved just as gruelling as ever. Felicity's sheer strength and skill propelled her over hurdles and under tunnels with minimal effort. "I knew it," she called, barely out of breath. "I knew you couldn't even hope to catch up."
Scrambling over netting, Freya kept that composed facade while every fibre of her seethed. What she lacked in brute force, maybe she could make up for in agility and reflexes. "You sure about that?" she said as she crouched atop the structure, mustered all her energy and leapt.
No sooner had she landed at Felicity's side than a jab from an elbow knocked her off-course. Gritting her teeth, she rolled from her sprawled position and glared up at the figure towering over her.
"Give up already," the so-called hero spat. "I don't know why I even bother teaching you a single thing. For that matter, I don't know why I even bother visiting." With that, she strode away. Once alone, Freya made no effort to suppress her shuddering as she slunk to curl up in a patch of grass.
This had never been about training. It had been about putting her in her place, just as always.
It was only later, on her own terms, that she headed back to the training ground. There was nobody nearby to smirk or mock, and some day, that last laugh would be hers. As long as she didn't lose in a different way, that was. As long as Cait Sith didn't let heroism do to her what it had done to Sphinx.
As Freya reclined afterwards for a well-earned nap, her mind drifted to playtimes of the past. If only reality could be more like childhood dreams.
Amber looked up from the claw marks to her friend, who took back the stone. "Thanks for the offer, but it's probably best if you hold on to it," she told her. "Maybe I shouldn't collect any rare crystals until Alma's better trained."
As Aedre took the blame, Amber shook her head. "No, no need, it's not your fault, Almandine's my responsibility." She stood up, but the other trainer was already heading towards the first employee she spotted. Hearing their brief conversation, Amber relaxed a little.
She sat back down, smiling up at Aedre as she returned. "Ah, good. Seems like this is just another hurdle beginner trainers have to face." Resting her hand on the green Pokeball, she added, "Still, I'll have to teach her to respect public property. As well everyone's property for that matter."
When Aedre asked about plans, Amber tilted her head, thinking over what still needed to be done in Mesalon before she left for Vareena. The caves to explore had been the main thing to draw her interest, but yesterday's encounter - informative as it had been - wasn't something she wanted to risk repeating. "Well, I guess all that's left for me to do here is the gym battle," she replied, then glanced at her Pokemon. "Got to make sure you're all prepared though..." She trailed off. One of the five was missing.
"Tacita? Where'd you go Tacita?" Turning her head, she groaned at the sight before her. On the table, where her last piece of croissant had been, was an empty plate. Right next to it, the Rowlet preened crumbs from her feathers and gave her trainer the most innocent look she could.
"Ahem." Amber fixed her with a glower. "Looks like Almandine isn't the only one I need to teach a thing or two. Just what is it with thieving Pokemo..." Remembering the Sneasel footprint, she stopped, her face an awkward rictus as she shifted her eyes towards Aedre. Her friend hadn't needed that reminder.
"Ehh, sorry." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I wasn't referring to... that. I'm guessing you'd rather focus on other things for now."
Jumping on board, I should have a character within the next few days depending on schedule, probably a hero since there are so many villain applications.
Fuyuko, no stranger to embarrassing incidents herself like that earlier series of blunders, gave an awkward smile of her own. "It's ok. You guessed right, at least."
Well, this confirmed it, she acknowledged with a sinking heart. Taking on her regular appearance didn't make her much less conspicuous. What if someone not quite so friendly as the armoured girl figured it out? Worse, what if they saw an ordinary girl on her way to or from a friend's place, and jumped to the wrong conclusion? Would the Hex Night, the very event supposed to protect people, end up causing them harm?
No, they wouldn't risk it, Fuyuko told herself. Everyone taking part knew the rules about secrecy, and about not endangering lives. These reassurances, no matter how much she mentally repeated them, failed to quell her fears.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she listened to the warrior's explanation. Someone spying on magical girls? Was the masked watcher connected to a Hex Night participant, keeping an eye on the competition for her? "They certainly gave off a creepy feeling," Fuyuko murmured. "They just stood there, staring. So still and quiet. Then, when I spoke to them, they fled into the forest."
Was it a good idea to go looking for the watcher? Considering the way her sister had reacted, probably not. Regardless, if the gauntlet wielder was set on seeking them out, Fuyuko wasn't going to stay behind. A potential threat to magical girls couldn't be ignored.
Panic and anger bubbled through Jess' professional facade like water boiling over. She clenched her fists behind the desk, ribs tightening as she struggled not to hyperventilate. What had this creep asked of Roxy for her to react like this?
The customer frowned in concern. "Is everything ok?" he asked, his manner polite and gentle despite his intimidating appearance.
Jess nodded. "Yeah, it's..." She trailed off as the man in the suit strode past. Only now did she realise part of the shivery sensation running through her body was excitement, not just fear. The thought made her want to throw up. "It's nothing." She nearly gasped at the sound of her own words, spat like venom. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to sound like that," she blurted as the leather-clad man's eyes widened. She tried to inhale deeply, only for the air to rush back out. "What I meant was, there's no need to worry."
Just then, Roxy reappeared, cursing under her breath. The anchor was in no fit state to deal with a customer right now, as Jess knew all too well. If that just now had only been a fraction of what Roxy had experienced, just how bad had things gotten, and how bad were things going to get?
"Ah, hey," Jess called, attempting to act normal again, even though her efforts had already gone out of the window. Trying to force her expression into a mask of composure, she turned back to the customer. "Thank you for your patience," she said, not just referring to how long he'd waited, as she reached for the notebook and pen. "So, what is it you need doing?"
As he spoke, she scribbled down notes and details. Full motorcycle service. Her stomach sank all over again. It wasn't the customer's fault, but a complex task wasn't likely to help matters right now, unless Roxy viewed it as a distraction.
Hearing footsteps, Fuyuko spun round, ready to transform at a moment's notice. Sure enough, on a nearby roof was a magical girl, sporting armoured boots and a huge mechanical gauntlet. If she were to pick a fight, she'd surely be a formidable opponent. Instead of attacking, though, the girl addressed her with a question. One about the stranger in the woods.
Fuyuko weighed the options in her mind. Without Noriko and Kiyoshi around, she couldn't be sure of the armoured warrior's intentions. Who was to say this wasn't some kind of trick? Then again, if the gauntlet wielder really did need help, she wasn't going to deny assistance to a fellow magical girl.
"Um... hello. Yes, just a few minutes ago they were..." She pointed in the direction of the hill. "In the forest, near the shrine. They didn't stick around long though. Do you know who this person may be, and and what they want?"
She recalled her sister's description of the stranger - cold and empty - before piping up again.
"Also, if I may ask..." She glanced down at her nondescript clothing, then looked back up. "How did you know I'm a magical girl?" To most, she figured, a teen wandering alone after dark would be something of an odd sight, but how had this girl been able to tell for sure? A frisson of paranoia crept over her. Was this how Sophia had felt upon being detected?
@AtomicNut Spice is busy with exams right now, but I'll give her a friendly reminder and see if she can look over the CS. If not, hopefully she'll be free again before long.
A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.
I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction. <br><br>I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.</div>