MissCapnCrunch

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

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ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴀ ʀᴜʙʏ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ sᴘᴏᴏɴ? ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ & ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴍʙ.

▸ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

Charlotte Laurel James.

▸ 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Charlotte "Lottie" is petite standing at exactly 5 feet tall and around 104 lbs. She has fair skin that she cakes in makeup when she wakes up for day, or what is left on from the previous night. She has doe eyes of hazel, and originally brown hair to match. She prefers her hair blonde, because they supposedly have more fun. She has a scar along her thigh from where her skin got caught on a fence post. Her ears single lobed pierced. Molly has five tattoos: a cross on her arm, a tear drop on her finger, two fangs on her fingers, and a small star on her neck. All of them were done by a "friend" in her grandma's basement, thankfully they aren't too badly done.

▸ 𝐀𝐠𝐞

Eighteen.

▸ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

Vocals. Keyboardist.

▸ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Fun. Carefree. Outgoing. Irresponsible. Unreliable. Passionate.

Charlotte is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your food while she explains to you why she thinks it'd be a good idea for you to go to the movies with her that night to see some new horror flick- but she means well. She is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities (drinking, smoking, drug use) and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about or something that didn't really happen. Lottie just wants the best for everyone and herself.

▸ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬

Pop Rock, Grime, EDM, with the occasional Musical number.

▸ 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Charlotte is the only daughter of Nicole James; a bar "musician" by night and a custodian at the Elementary School by day. Having only lived with her overprotective mother and grandmother her whole life Lottie tends to go wild whenever she can spare the time. This includes, smoking, drinking, and partying with other seniors her age and even college fraternities when she is given the chance. Though these actions have given her a little bit of a reputation in town, she tries to remain under the radar in school- maintaining relatively healthy friendships and working on her music when she has the chance.

▸ 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

Nightowl.
Doesn't know how to ride a bike.
Chews her nails when she is nervous.
Always has a lighter not belonging to her in her pocket.

ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴏʏ ɪ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴋɪss ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇs ᴏғғ. ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ sᴋɪʀᴛ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ & ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀɴɴʏ ᴏғғ.

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Two new writers looking for something fun

@Andrew Blade

Alright! I'd be game if everyone else is :)

medieval roleplay, possible low fantasy elements [accepting!]

Interested! (:

I'm not that great with history but would love to learn!

Two new writers looking for something fun

@Andrew Blade

This thread is REALLY old. It might be in our best interest to get into something more new

The Rage Virus: Homecoming

@Firecracker_

In there like swimwear boo.

Year 1 (A Zombie Apocalypse RP)

_{I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.}

"Yes, I can tell." Brooklyn chuckled about Jorel's bathing comment. She would admit that she herself was not up to her usual satisfactory of "cleanliness" but she tried to bathe as often as she could and remain as sanitary as possible. Just because the world was playing it's role in this chaos didn't mean she had to be lead actress.

Opening the lid and stirring the pot, the stew's aroma was delightful. It was as ready to eat. Brooklyn took a moment to turn off the heat from the burner, they needed to save as much fuel as possible thought the stove didn't take much to heat up, and often they used the fireplace, or an open campfire to prepare some meals. She left the pot on the burner to keep it warm until the rest of the group was ready to chow. "Not a gumbo this time, a stew. Pretty close though, might use that deer meat for the gumbo." Brooklyn replied to Sam, debating if she should mention that Conrad's portion would indefinitely be up for grabs, since he would not likely return.

Looking over to properly be introduced to the young girl, Brooklyn's eyes widened. It was very clear that she was adorning her clothes. They looked a bit large on her, but she looked beautiful. How she dreamed of having her daughter sneak into her room and borrow clothes for a night out with friends. Brooklyn watched as Ash looked up at her meekly and apologized.

"I deserved it, and I forgive you." Brooklyn admitted.

She gave a faint smile, "I shouldn't have grabbed you like I did, we don't get visitors much." she let out a little chuckle. "Hopefully you can forgive too, a nice hot meal could be a start?" she didn't mention the clothes, she didn't mind if Ash kept them just for the night, or if she kept them-

Forever.

Two new writers looking for something fun

I'd like to come along for this ride :) Always need more RPG buds.

Year 1 (A Zombie Apocalypse RP)

_{I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.}

Brooklyn had taken some time to gather ingredients from around the kitchen and pantry. The group had been excellent at keeping food, both fresh and dry. The only thing the young woman had really been craving that they had not found yet, were fresh eggs. Raising her head she watched Conrad pick up a few food items. She assumed that he was going to cool off like she had done earlier, but when the sound of the explorer starting could be heard from outside. Brooklyn's stomach sank. Maybe he was going for another supply run? Perhaps a solo scouting mission? She would keep this assumption until otherwise.

Jorel's voice calmed Brooklyn's voice from the anxiety that had risen in her over the course of the day.

"I don't think he's coming back Jorel." she spoke, her gray eyes steady on his. She couldn't move her lips without a bit of pain, she assumed it would be sore for at least a few days, hopefully less if she nursed it and kept her usual chatter to a minimum. "I know. Our group's a mess, so he up 'n' left. No worries, I prevented him from taking too much, though Sam'll kill me for letting him take a plant or two," Jorel said, leaning on the kitchen bench with a deep sigh. Brooklyn shook her head, she couldn't believe Conrad would do that to them.

Sam would definitely be pissed.

Changing topics, trying to stay positive in the loss of their friend, Brooklyn motioned to the several ingredients. "Fish stew. Hopefully it'll warm everyone up in more ways than one." Jorel rubbed his eyes and groaned. "God damnit, how does so much shit even happen in one day? Fuckin' hell." He remained motionless for a few seconds, then turned around to the knife block, pulling out the smaller of the group. He returned to the prep bench, knife in hand. "A'ight, toss 'em here." Brooklyn could rely on Jorel to always help her. She slid over a few of the fresh fish her and Sam had caught earlier and got to work on the other parts of the stew.

First garlic; taking a couple of cloves and a pinch of salt Brooklyn began to mash the ingredients into a paste in the bottom of her bowl. "Put the fish in there when you're done Jorel, please." she asked of him politely before filling their only large soup pot with just a small bit of some of their purified water.

She began to heat the water in medium heat on their gas stove. She began with adding some onion, celery and carrot with a little more salt and a bit of other seasonings. When the onions became tender- she would proceed to add the pureed garlic and fish. Brooklyn lost herself in her cooking, stirring the mixture occasionally as the aromatic smells filled the entire cabin. After about five minutes Brooklyn added a diced tomato, stirring until they cooked down. Potatoes and more seasonings would be added for the heartiness of the meal, after which Brooklyn would turn the heat to low, covered and left. Dinner would be ready in about a half hour. Hopefully in this time the cabin would calm down and everyone could enjoy a loving meal together.

"Thank you." she nodded to Jorel, appreciative again, as leaned against a counter away from the stove.

Year 1 (A Zombie Apocalypse RP)

_{I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.}

For a moment things went dark.

Brooklyn had seen the kick coming, closed her eyes and had taken the brute force straight to her mouth, busting open her bottom lip. The taste of copper filled her mouth. A whimper escaped from her throat as she quickly placed her hand up to feel the warm blood dripping. No teeth were broken, but Brooklyn would admit her spirit was. She held her hand over her mouth as the blood dripped to her grey sweater. Tears weld up in her eyes as she looked at the young girl.

How could she?

As Leo and Sam comforted the girl in the ways they knew how, the two made eye contact again. Brookyln didn't look at her angry in the slightest, a sense of sadness in her eyes as she watched her walk upstairs. She wasn't mad, but she was hurt both mentally and physically. "Never. Again." Brooklyn said out loud to the remaining household members that were still downstairs. She didn't raise her voice nor did she curse, but she made mental note to never do that again.

Finally getting up, Brooklyn removed her blood stained sweatshirt revealing a tank top and used it to wipe off what she could off her chin and neck. She took this opportunity to go back outside, slamming the door behind her. "Fuck." she growled, sitting on the steps- her sweater balled up in her lap. Reaching down she took a handful of snow and pressed it to her lower face. It melted against her warm flesh, releasing the pain and perhaps helping the swelling.

It was freezing outside, but the young woman was hot with adrenaline from the scene that had taken place. "Why does everyone I try to take care of, try to fuck me up? Hmm?" she grumbled in a whisper, as she punished herself by punching her thigh through her jeans several times. She had done this out of habit ever since she was a young girl, to relieve stress rather than punch a wall or another person. After cooling off for a few minutes, Brooklyn went back inside, her sweater under her arm.

She proceeded to go into her room and change into her one other sweater she owned, this time maroon. Her other sweater she balled up and threw onto the bed along with the soaked tank top. She would have to try to clean it later as she was skilled in getting blood out of clothing- but she wasn't in the mood to deal with it right now. That or she would just burn the clothing in their fireplace, and call it done for.

Moving back down towards the kitchen, Brooklyn took it upon herself to start dinner- a fish stew.

Hᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ Mᴏᴏɴ: A Nᴇᴡ Yᴇᴀʀ

Thank you all for being very understanding.
I think I will take this idea and put it on the back burner, make some adjustments and make it better hopefully.

Still trying to improve as a gm; doesn't seem to be working much though but hopefully someday I'll get it!

Keep a look out though :) I'll rework Harvest Moon one day to be a good roleplay.. someday.