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I make most of the guild's horror and just plain old STRANGE group roleplays. I love slice of life with a twist. I love things that make you curious and push you to go outside of your comfort zone once in awhile. If you are interested in joining something made by me or you want to join in on something I am playing in currently; I will try to keep this list updated monthly or so. Let's keep in touch- click the links below:

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In Ossvien 21 hrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



"Aye, it looks bad for ya Samuel."

The young lass fingered over a weathered tarot card that laid before one of her crew mates. The two sat by a dim light in the lower quarters by the kitchen where Winnie spent most of her time on board, when not in her sleeping quarters. The man gulped, leaning forward his voice hushed as he questioned, "What does it mean Winifred?" a smirk formed across her lips as she pushed a strand of ebony hair back behind her ear- the leather of her eyepatch chafing against the skin and leaving a sweaty aroma. "Not sure if you can handle it really..." the girl teased, leaning back in her wooden chair waiting for the man to beg just for a little bit more.

"Aye Fred, you keep fucking me over, I'll piss straight in your pot, I will!"

"Fuck off!"

The girl came back up to the table, slamming her hands down with an impatient slap. She wanted some more mystery and passion in her life, but Samuel here was not pleasing her ears, nor very pleasing to her one good eye for that matter. Wasting no more time, she parted her lips, "This here's the reversed hierophant." the woman pointed to the ink illustration on the card, and the man looked at it more in depth, "It doesn't even have one of those long noses, you're pulling my leg now and I'm about to leave with my coin back." he squawked, starting to get off his chair with his hand outstretched wanting his payment back.

"Not an elephant you idiot! A HIEROPHANT. Like one of those big priest men." Winifred argued back as the man sat down with a thud, she continued, "See these three bars here on the cross? That there represents the father, the son and the holy ghost- or in your case The Captain, her breasts, and Davy Jones himself." the woman chuckled, looking at a very confused Samuel.

He was smart as he was putrid.

"So what's it mean then?"

Winifred, picked up the card and shuffled it back into her deck before excusing herself from the small table and placing the deck inside of her cabinet drawers, that remained locked with a small key she kept in the pocket of her trousers. She patted the pocket after slipping the key back in, a lovely sound of the metal clanking against her recent coin jingled back to her. "Aye when that type of card is reversed as fate dealt to you, it means that you are feeling a little locked up in your current structured life. Sounds like you should remain at port during this voyage, before you do the unorthodox."

Winifred raised her eyebrows, watching Samuel become uneasy- the conversation he shared with another crewmate last night of a revolution against the captain became a bitter and acidic taste in his throat. "Aye. I need a rest." he commented, quickly leaving the table and going up a deck. He avoided contact besides shoving past one of the crew members on his way onto the busy dock.

Winifred could be heard cackling from below deck, before the petite pirate would take Samuel's same footsteps and head up to the deck- but not to leave the vessel; but instead to take in the site of who's bellies she would be filling this adventure. She took at a glance both familiar and unfamiliar faces alike, before speaking with a bit of flair; "We lost an appetite but gained another!" she cooed, a toothy grin falling across her mouth.

In Avalia 21 hrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Weapons and armor?

Had Kyran lost it? Dionaea questioned her friend's sanity in the moment, whoever wanted them dead would stop at nothing. They killed a stranger with no hesitation; what would they do to someone who provided reason to be hunted. The young fairy took heed after Kyran with Risa and Elsea in tow. Risa was clearly distraught, and Dia wanted nothing more to comfort her friend, but they didn't have the time right now for it- their moment in the cave now seeming like a very distant memory rather than just moments ago. "It will be okay Risa." the girl managed out, quietly but assertive in it's delivery. She didn't know if it would be okay, but if all had one another's back- it would be okay for now.

Elsea's own questions caused Dionaea's head to spin thinking of the other fairy and what his status had been during the fight, had he sacrificed Jean for his own safety? Perhaps her brethren had other plans with humans and delivered the broken one himself? The thoughts were endless as she tried to keep a sturdy lip. She waited for Kyran's answer for reassurance in her own comforts.

In Avalia 8 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



A sigh escaped Dionaea's lips as her head fell back a bit more to watch the light dance off the jewels. For that moment life didn't seem so bad. The group was exchanging smiles, laughs, and for only a bit- joy. She turned her gaze to Risa, who joyfully danced under the glistening. She was beautiful. The young fairy followed the gaze to Kyran who was fixated on Risa with a sheepish smile. Dia knew how much he cared about her, not just as a friend but much more than that. Most of Risa's suitors through out their lives Dionaea had felt a bit protective against; they were not good enough for her, and all they would do is hurt her. Kyran was different though, she knew that hurting Risa was the last thing he'd do.

Kyran went to check on things, leaving the girls alone in the cave for a moment "This reminds me of home." Dionaea commented, gathering herself up off the ground wiping away some of the debris off her legs and dress from the cave floor. She was still soaking wet, and despite the fire Elsea had produced, was feeling a bit on the chilled side. A shiver ran down her spine as Kyran came back with horrible news, the human had been murdered. Sure, he was broken but he did not deserve to have his life ended in such a horrendous manner.

A sense of guilt swept over the young fairy as she pictured Jean's face flash before her eyes, the imagery of her dream from the night before now intermingling. "We can't let him die in vain, we have to get out of here!" she concluded, looking around at the two cave paths that stood before them. "Which path should we take?" she questioned the group, a sense of urgency in her voice.

In Ossvien 12 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Ossvien 13 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


WINIFRED ✖ TWENTY FIVE ✖ FEMALE ✖ HUMAN



Height:
Five foot three.

Weight:
One hundred and twenty pounds.

Hair Color:
Dark brown.

Eye Color:
Grey.

Skin Tone:
Sun kissed peach

Brief Clothes Description:
Fifty shades of brown, black, and a splash of red. Winifred is not a picky dresser, she likes to dres for occasion; and since her occasion is usually that of being at sea- she dresses appropriately. Loose fitting cottons, and appropriate corset to bind her waist as women were often taught. The young girl is a sucker for adornments, and will often be seen wearing necklaces, bracelets, rings, headbands and the like. She hasn't worn a dress since she was a little girl, but wouldn't mind slipping into one, if the tides allowed such an event.
RAMBUNCTIOUS ✖ BOSSY ✖ STUBBORN ✖ LOYAL




Likes:
- Creating meals that is both hearty and cheap.
- Small and usually worthless keepsakes.
- The ideas of the unknown.


Dislikes:
- When people ask about her eye.
- Being taken for not as worthy as a man.
- Not having her way when she wants something.


Fears:
- Not escaping her father's curse on their name.
- Spending her life never finding a true home.
- Poison.


Sexuality:
Anywho who will keep her warm through the night.


Personality:
Winifred Argall is extremely extroverted, she is not afraid to speak her mind to anyone about anything, especially if she feels that something is wrong with a situation. She does not take shit from anyone, and is ready to fight both physically and verbally if she needs to. However, she is usually getting along with everyone she intertwines with- a friend and lover. She is kind, and forgiving to an extent, though often can appear selfish because of her stubborn nature to be correct all the time. She is very linear with her craft, things like food is something you can not argue with her about because even if you are right, you are wrong.

Once you are wrong, you must admit defeat and let the situation drop; if not Winnie will become impatient and temper will show it's head and at that point you should start running. The woman for the most part is very calm and gentle, but like the sea she can also be cruel and wild child. Her sense of adventure is broad, making her appear brave if not foolish to how often she leaps without thinking first.

Once she reaches ground floor from her foolish leap, her energy levels could be seen as wounded tightly. Chopping up meats, vegetables, and grounding spices keeps her busy, while her mouth is usually running a mile a minute at that telling stories, making friends or enemies. When she is forced to stay still, you can still see her fingers tracing along her clothing or her knee bouncing.
INNOCENT ✖ CURSED ✖ IMPASSIONED




Occupation
Cook.


Which ship are you on?
The Mermaid's Fortune.


Living Immediate Family Members:
Possibly her father: Leon Argall.


Dead Immediate Family Members:
Her mother: Victoria Argall.


Current and Past Lover(s):
Too many to name, remember, and none that lasted more than a night.


History:
Winifred at a very young age tugged at the corner of her mother's apron. The large, strong woman stared out of the kitchen window with a blank and empty stare. "Momma, when is Papa coming home?" There was no reply. There never would be. It had been an entire year since Winifred's father had gone to sea. Rumor had it that he made some true riches in the new booming market and left his family behind, off to find something better- if you could call it that. Some claimed he had just died a watery death, like most men did during these times. It wouldn't be the first time news traveled back to Glasston of another soul taken.

A few years before that the Argall family was happy and complete. Mr. Argall would go on his boat trips, come home after many of months with money, treasures, and exciting stories. Little Winnie would crawl into her father's strong arms, her large grey eyes looking at him in complete awe as he showcased his life before her. He was her hero, and she was his princess.

Years and years passed and Winifred got older, the stories still remained in the whispered slurs. "Did you hear her father left the two women alone to fend for themselves? I heard he has a wife and child in every city from here past Eastholt" These stories brought only anger to Winifred. She had a feeling her father was alive, and nothing would stop her from proving it. Often being spotted with and around the boys, she spent a lot of time learning to swim, sail, fish, and fight. Though her mother didn't say so directly, Winnie could feel in her mother's icy stares that she didn't want her only daughter, her only family member left to even think about stepping foot near the water ever again. But time after time and day after day, Winnie swam, sailed, fished, and fought. The woman, to try to balance out these habits taught her how to cook, and very well at that.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Mrs. Argall passed away a few years later. She was tired, her heart was broken, her will to live was gone. Winifred took it upon herself to make a living, taking up odd jobs like tarot card reading, cooking, barkeeping etc here and there to support herself and make her mother rest in her grave easily. Things were not easy in town, her father's name often coming out to bite her. That was until she was given the chance to be a member upon an outgoing ship.

Visiting the cemetery one last time before her departure Winifred begged for forgiveness, "I know you never spoke to me much after my father's disappearance. But, I think I know what you wanted to say after all those years.. I love you too, I promise you I will be safe." and with that, she took to sea and hasn't looked back since.

Winifred has been on two ships prior to the joining of Adrielle's crew for three years now.


FORTUNE TELLER ✖ MINOR PRECOGNITION ✖ BELLIGERENT LOON




Physical Strengths:
- Quick reflexes.
- Strong swimmer.
- Prone to extreme heats.


Physical Weaknesses:
- Petite, and not intimidating.
- Missing her right eye.
- Not very stealthy.


Magical Ability:
First and foremost although Winnie would debate her magical skill is that of charming everyone she comes in contact with; it is false. She does however possess the ability for minor precognition, told by the tarot cards she received as a gift from her father as a child. The cards aren't always right, but they are always played.




WINIFRED ✖ TWENTY FIVE ✖ FEMALE ✖ HUMAN



Height:
Five foot three.

Weight:
One hundred and twenty pounds.

Hair Color:
Dark brown.

Eye Color:
Grey.

Skin Tone:
Sun kissed peach

Brief Clothes Description:
Fifty shades of brown, black, and a splash of red. Winifred is not a picky dresser, she likes to dres for occasion; and since her occasion is usually that of being at sea- she dresses appropriately. Loose fitting cottons, and appropriate corset to bind her waist as women were often taught. The young girl is a sucker for adornments, and will often be seen wearing necklaces, bracelets, rings, headbands and the like. She hasn't worn a dress since she was a little girl, but wouldn't mind slipping into one, if the tides allowed such an event.
RAMBUNCTIOUS ✖ BOSSY ✖ STUBBORN ✖ LOYAL




Likes:
- Creating meals that is both hearty and cheap.
- Small and usually worthless keepsakes.
- The ideas of the unknown.


Dislikes:
- When people ask about her eye.
- Being taken for not as worthy as a man.
- Not having her way when she wants something.


Fears:
- Not escaping her father's curse on their name.
- Spending her life never finding a true home.
- Poison.


Sexuality:
Anywho who will keep her warm through the night.


Personality:
Winifred Argall is extremely extroverted, she is not afraid to speak her mind to anyone about anything, especially if she feels that something is wrong with a situation. She does not take shit from anyone, and is ready to fight both physically and verbally if she needs to. However, she is usually getting along with everyone she intertwines with- a friend and lover. She is kind, and forgiving to an extent, though often can appear selfish because of her stubborn nature to be correct all the time. She is very linear with her craft, things like food is something you can not argue with her about because even if you are right, you are wrong.

Once you are wrong, you must admit defeat and let the situation drop; if not Winnie will become impatient and temper will show it's head and at that point you should start running. The woman for the most part is very calm and gentle, but like the sea she can also be cruel and wild child. Her sense of adventure is broad, making her appear brave if not foolish to how often she leaps without thinking first.

Once she reaches ground floor from her foolish leap, her energy levels could be seen as wounded tightly. Chopping up meats, vegetables, and grounding spices keeps her busy, while her mouth is usually running a mile a minute at that telling stories, making friends or enemies. When she is forced to stay still, you can still see her fingers tracing along her clothing or her knee bouncing.
INNOCENT ✖ CURSED ✖ IMPASSIONED




Occupation
Cook.


Which ship are you on?
The Mermaid's Fortune.


Living Immediate Family Members:
Possibly her father: Leon Argall.


Dead Immediate Family Members:
Her mother: Victoria Argall.


Current and Past Lover(s):
Too many to name, remember, and none that lasted more than a night.


History:
Winifred at a very young age tugged at the corner of her mother's apron. The large, strong woman stared out of the kitchen window with a blank and empty stare. "Momma, when is Papa coming home?" There was no reply. There never would be. It had been an entire year since Winifred's father had gone to sea. Rumor had it that he made some true riches in the new booming market and left his family behind, off to find something better- if you could call it that. Some claimed he had just died a watery death, like most men did during these times. It wouldn't be the first time news traveled back to Glasston of another soul taken.

A few years before that the Argall family was happy and complete. Mr. Argall would go on his boat trips, come home after many of months with money, treasures, and exciting stories. Little Winnie would crawl into her father's strong arms, her large grey eyes looking at him in complete awe as he showcased his life before her. He was her hero, and she was his princess.

Years and years passed and Winifred got older, the stories still remained in the whispered slurs. "Did you hear her father left the two women alone to fend for themselves? I heard he has a wife and child in every city from here past Eastholt" These stories brought only anger to Winifred. She had a feeling her father was alive, and nothing would stop her from proving it. Often being spotted with and around the boys, she spent a lot of time learning to swim, sail, fish, and fight. Though her mother didn't say so directly, Winnie could feel in her mother's icy stares that she didn't want her only daughter, her only family member left to even think about stepping foot near the water ever again. But time after time and day after day, Winnie swam, sailed, fished, and fought. The woman, to try to balance out these habits taught her how to cook, and very well at that.

It wasn't a huge surprise when Mrs. Argall passed away a few years later. She was tired, her heart was broken, her will to live was gone. Winifred took it upon herself to make a living, taking up odd jobs like tarot card reading, cooking, barkeeping etc here and there to support herself and make her mother rest in her grave easily. Things were not easy in town, her father's name often coming out to bite her. That was until she was given the chance to be a member upon an outgoing ship.

Visiting the cemetery one last time before her departure Winifred begged for forgiveness, "I know you never spoke to me much after my father's disappearance. But, I think I know what you wanted to say after all those years.. I love you too, I promise you I will be safe." and with that, she took to sea and hasn't looked back since.

Winifred has been on two ships prior to the joining of Adrielle's crew for three years now.


FORTUNE TELLER ✖ MINOR PRECOGNITION ✖ BELLIGERENT LOON




Physical Strengths:
- Quick reflexes.
- Strong swimmer.
- Prone to extreme heats.


Physical Weaknesses:
- Petite, and not intimidating.
- Missing her right eye.
- Not very stealthy.


Magical Ability:
First and foremost although Winnie would debate her magical skill is that of charming everyone she comes in contact with; it is false. She does however possess the ability for minor precognition, told by the tarot cards she received as a gift from her father as a child. The cards aren't always right, but they are always played.


In Avalia 13 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



At the entrance of the cave, Dionaea still felt rushed and confused. Her body felt heavier than usual, still wanting to rest her weary bones. She knew this wasn't a moment of play and laughter, and that if it was under any other circumstances they would have let her rest, if only for a few more minutes. Risa's fingers interlaced with her's under the incoming pool of water, she explained the ongoings of this morning while she was asleep. A shiver ran up her spine as the chilly water went well above her petite waist, if it got any deeper it would be over her head. Risa made light of the situation, and Dionaea laughed for the first time in what seemed like ages. "Some of us need it more than others." she cooed, a smirk forming on her pink lips as she squeezed both Risa's hand (in front of her) as well as the hand of the sweet one, who she learned was named Elsea.

Reaching dryer land, Dia outstretched her wings and fluttered them slightly to shake off some of the dew. Water was not the best thing for wings, and a heavy enough downpour could leave them even tattered. Darkness was surrounding them in a tight hug. The young fairy did not mind the dark, as night time usually came with many unique and interesting animals of Avalia.

"What are they doing here?"
"They are so big, are they giants?"
"Do not speak so loud, be quiet, stay still!"


The small voices of a family of arachnocampa in their larva stage talked to one another as they glistened from the ceilings along with their brethren of many other voices. Dionaea tuned them out, putting her hand out in front of her, she could not see her own flesh in the darkness of the cave but slightly, from the glow of the worms that hung like string above them. Sitting down, she folded her hands gently into her lap, running along the fabric of her dress and squeezing out some of the excess water.

The others encouraged Elsea to create a flame, and Dionaea put in her encouragement as well, "Emotions will always take toll on magic. Sometimes when I am angry or upset the voices of animals are just noise, you have to take a breath and just let it flow through you Elsea." she said, nodding. Elsea complained, it wasn't working.

Dionaea wondered if all humans were a bit dysfunctional.

Suddenly a sudden burst of light and heat lit up the dark cave. The gasp startled Dia more than the flame as she returned a small gasp, pulling her legs up quickly to her body. The warmth had felt amazing for the brief moment, and the light was a nice change of tune. The sweet one tried again, this time a small and more manageable light but still illuminating the cave and the group. "You did it Elsea!" Dionaea cheered, taking a moment to admire the breathtaking light show that danced along the walls.

"HEY! Turn that bright light out!"

The young fairy laughed out loud, giving a toothy grin. It was moments like this in life that made the bad times worth it.

In Ossvien 15 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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