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*dusts off an old CS* Time for the Cabbage to return...
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SNW OOC is up. ^_^ Come join for a hauntingly beautiful pirate tale!…
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Best part about visiting extended family? Dad gets his southern accent back.


Greetings! If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm Morose. My real name will remain a mystery to tantalize you for decades. I'm eighteen years old and attending university in Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a Chemistry major, interested in pursuing a minor in French. This is all in order to accomplish my end goal of becoming a forensic scientist. Murder is something I'm really interested in, though I'm not too certain you could call it my hobby, as I've never committed it.

My actual hobbies include playing my trumpet (but let's be real, that doesn't happen often), reading novels of extreme literary merit and comic books, hanging out with my friends, Pokémon Go hunting, and pretending to be a wizard on for the past few years. I write a lot in my free time, and I've published two novels under a pen name. My fanfiction handle is Wisteria22, but it's mostly Sherlock and Hunger Games stories up on there.

I enjoy long periods of time spent in the darkness, avoiding the light of day. The sun and I are mortal enemies, as it's always conspiring to make me feel ill. Rain is my best friend, of course, but I also enjoy camping (archery especially!). If I could, I'd scare each person that came to visit our house, but I'm afraid I'm unable to. Instead, I just play with my adorable little kitty. If you're interested in being my friend, just talking fandom with me is all you need to do.

For one reason or another, these people have become rather close friends of mine on the site. I treasure the relationships I have with them all greatly, and I'm so glad that I get to have them in my life.

@Lady Amalthea: My GM idol and RP mother--hands down the sassiest and most confident person the 'Verse has ever known.
@Nallore: My first real friend on the site. :) Nicest and sweetest person there is.
@Pundii: The Asshole Character Killer--beware, ship a character with one of his, and they're toast!
@Charnobylisk: My Other Mother and Tinfoil Hat Co-Conspirator--feisty and quick with sarcasm, she'll never fail to make you laugh.
@Sigil: Definitely someone you do NOT want to mess with. Funny and creative, he's always itching for new ways to kill off characters.
@BlueSky44: The Watson to my Holmes! <3
@Witch Cat: My weird RP cousin. Please don't turn me into a toad!

Morose's Character Mind Palace - A collection of my characters, new and old
Abandoned Hope - GMing - Completed at 8 months - A supernatural take on the apocalypse
The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - A prequel to Abandoned Hope
After Miranda - A Firefly story
Darker Than Black: Retribution - A comical and murderous conspiracy extravaganza
Deeper Than the Sands - An Egyptian crime drama - DTB prequel
Soulless Regency - A supernatural horror story, set in the regency era
The Horrors of Coventry - GMing - A supernatural mystery story, serving as a sequel to Abandoned Hope
The Walking Dead: Year Four - A zombie apocalypse survival story

Behold, my collection of ships. Some of these sailed. Some of these never had a chance. Others are serious, some cute, and some are plain old crack ships. Either way, I treasure each of them deeply.

  • Jati:
    • Jack Hudson and Tatiana Korvo
    • The Sweetheart Ship
    • RPed with @Lady Amalthea in the Walking Dead
    • Perhaps the most romantic ship, it's also one of the most difficult ones for me to write for. Slipping into the utter kindness and empathy of Jati, the two of them holding on fiercely no matter the odds, can be a bit of a challenge. They're pure and sweet, a definite contrast to the easy grittiness found in the apocalypse. Luckily, LLA shouldn't be able to touch them. Hooray for plot armor!
  • Scallum:
    • Scarleth Pevensey and Callum Bowman
    • The Hateful Ship
    • RPed with @Heat in Freedom in the Stars: Deathbound
    • This ship never got much of a chance to sail, beyond speculation in the chat. Scallum ended up becoming a synonym for hate-fucking, due to the incredibly angry and violent natures of these two individuals. Both of them hardened criminals, they were a perfect, angry match for each other.
  • Ricily:
    • Cecily Ashworth and Riley Ridgeway
    • The Awkward Ship
    • RPed with @Nallore in Darker Than Black
    • Perhaps one of my favorite ships, it's also one of the saddest ones. Cecily and Riley work extremely well together, but the thing is, Cecily's asexual. The two of them are awkwardly fumbling around each other, hesitant and uncertain. Does Cecily like romance? Time will tell, but for now, this ship seems doomed to sink.
  • Édlana:
    • Édouard Riviere and Svetlana Volkov
    • The Crack Ship Supreme
    • RPed with @Charnobylisk in The Walking Dead
    • This ship still cracks me up, mostly because I can't believe it was even discussed. It started when Char found a gif edit with Éd and Svetlana, and from there on, Édlana was born. It never would have worked out between them, especially since Éd died--but fuck, those two are ridiculous together.
  • The Arm Ship:
    • Tryke Lockley and Marx Rouen
    • The Ship That Never Was
    • RPed with @Lady Amalthea in The Walking Dead and Alteian Nexus
    • Aggghhh! Of all the ships that never sailed, the Arm Ship has to come to mind. They started off as a joke in the Altenian Nexus, one that never got to be seen through due to the RP ending. And when given a chance to meet each other again in the Walking Dead, LLA reared her head and took both of them, hardly a moment later.
  • Night and Day:
    • Edwina Fairfax and Mercury Abital
    • The Oddball Ship
    • RPed with @Gilgex in Powerbound, Powerbound 2, And Powerbound: the Story of Edwina and Mercury
    • While this ship may be cliché on one level--two people end up in an awful situation and fall in love--it's also incredibly amusing. The pair of them are so awkward and know almost nothing about love, but they try their best to make things work. Even when they fought, they really cared about the other person. They had a lot of trust.
  • Sutiam:
    • Sutton Smith and Liam Matthews
    • The Ghost Ship
    • RPed with @Pundii in Abandoned Hope
    • Ah, this ship will always have a special place in my heart! Sutton died before anything could come of it, but both Pundii and I had been shipping them without saying a word to the other. They both wanted to travel and to see the world. It's incredibly sad that they never got the chance to explore their passion together, or to even properly know the other person.

The Abandoned Hope universe technically began with the RP that it got its name from-- Abandoned Hope. This apocalypse RP, which I GMed with @BlueSky44, incorporated a lot of lore from various shows and books that we liked. At first, we thought that was the biggest connection it would have. It has now expanded into a fully blown universe, with multiple GM's running connected RP, and an established continuity throughout the timeline.

Abandoned Hope Universe Timeline
Strange New Waters - Coming Soon! - An supernatural-pirate RP, examining the origin of deviances and set in April 1719
The Wolves of Red Lake - Coming Soon! - A small town werewolf RP, set in 2008
The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth: A prequel to the events of Abandoned Hope, set in May 2016.
Abandoned Hope: An apocalypse RP, set in June 2016
The Horrors of Coventry: A supernatural mystery RP, set in December 2016.
X-Men: Darkness Rising: A superhero RP, set in January 2019

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Location: Hanson Power Plant
{"That man is playing Galaga! He thought we wouldn't notice, but we did."}

Starkette hesitated for a moment as Allison complimented her watch, before breaking out into a smile. The thing was her pride and joy, her baby. There were a few upgrades she was hoping to make, including the installation of a digital assistant, but those could wait. For now, it was functional and badass. Exactly what she wanted in a computerized watch. Smart watches couldn't hold a candle to it. "You think so?" Starkette replied. "I interned at Stark Industries for a few years. When we're back in New York, you and I can drop by Stark Tower, see if they've got a prototype lying around. Might get lucky."

Of course, Allison wasn't the only one paying attention to her watch. Starkette honestly hadn't realized that it would be this distracting, having grown up around advanced technology. She rolled her eyes a bit at the dramatic aura of the shapeshifter. "We get it, Batman. Very scary and grim," Starkette muttered sarcastically under her breath, barely loud enough for Allison to hear and the girl was right next to her. No one else would be able to hear her comment. She rolled her eyes yet again as the girl tried to steal her watch in her raven form. She was lucky that no security protocols or anything had been set off, and Starkette returned her attention to her work.

"Yes, I have my two eyes on the cameras right now," Starkette replied. "Give me an hour and Amazon Prime, I might be able to have a third eye. Amazon has everything. Though, doesn't she have a third eye? Allison, right?" Starkette nodded her head towards the girl, referencing her power to see the future. And while Beast didn't look concerned, Marygold looked a little shaken up so Starkette cut the sarcasm and pulled up the feed on the Blackbird's computers.

"Here's the video footage captured," Starkette murmured, her hands flying across the keyboard. It felt a bit clunky to her, in comparison to her watch, but the computers on the Blackboard were considerably more powerful. "...I see what you mean," she muttered, picking up a blur in the power plant. She tried to slow down the frame rate in order to capture an image, but she couldn't make out what the blur was.

"No identification, but there's background noise," she explained, her fingers flying again, before a slightly garbled audio began to play. She chuckled slightly. "Whatever the thing is, it's got killer taste...Uptown Girl? Billy Joel, anyone? One of the greatest songs of 1983?"

@Nallore@BlueSky44@Dark Light@FantasyChic@mnkee
The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 1:15 PM Local Time

@FantasyChic@Dark Light -

Despite the intensity of Jon's beating, he was lucky. There was no extensive damage done to him that wouldn't heal up in a matter of days. No broken ribs, no punctured lungs, no internal bleeding--mostly just some deep and painful bruises. Of course, that would hardly help him be sold. It was one thing for his captain to have forgotten to oil him and the others up, in order to make their muscles look more appealing and desirable, but now the man looked battered and abused. No one wanted a broken slave, no matter how valuable. In the Caribbean, life expectancy wasn't that great. A battered slave would be a dead one in a matter of weeks, usually.

"Aye, 485 English pounds," the Captain replied, nodding curtly at Millicent. As prices go, it was actually rather low. Slaves back in the day could go for easily 1000 pounds or more. The discounted price was due to his beaten and broken condition, but perhaps also from the captain's desire to sell him. "If ye be wantin' him badly, I suppose ye and I can come to an accord...What have ye to offer, miss?"

But right as the Captain was in the middle of speaking with Millicent, a gruff and tall man pushed his way through the crowd. In a painfully accented and hardly English speech, he explained to the Captain his need to purchase Jon, as his ship's last physician perished. The Captain smirked a bit to himself, seeing the potential for profit.

"Seems we have a biddin' war, lads."

Harlianne James

Location: Main Deck of the Bellona - Port of Tortuga Docks

Harlianne didn't pay much attention to the sounds of violence coming from the docks. It was par for the course, hearing slavers beat their wares into submission and cry out prices, always trying to get the most coin they could. It was the way most ships got a physician these days, as no respectable doctor wanted to be on a pirate crew. The only ones that ever did tended to be nutters, in her experience, and practice something closer to witchcraft than medicine.

"Hullo! Miss!"

Harlianne frowned a bit, setting down her map and instruments. Walking to the edge of her ship, she peered down and saw two rather out of place girls. The taller of the pair waved up at Harlianne and nodded, while the other appeared to be shyer, hanging back. From their clothing, they looked to at least be members of the highest social class, perhaps the gentry, even. Tortuga was an exclusively pirate port--those types didn't often turn up, unless they were coming with jobs to hand out, deals meant to be taken under the table.

"Wotcher girls want, then?" Harlianne called out, tilting her hat as to hide her face. She never cared much for the upper class folk, usually going out of her way if possible to screw with them. It was entirely possible they were here with some grievance, attempting to settle things politely, as naive as that was.

"We need help in locating a man!" the brunette called out. "We know he is present in Tortuga--do you know an Édouard Riviere?"

Harlianne chuckled slightly, shaking her head. Anna and Sirena, once more, got to know the little bastard and Harlianne had never met him. She didn't even get the pleasure in imagining the pig's face and thinking as to why these two were looking for him. But given the shy mannerism of the smaller girl, Harlianne pegged her as a poor woman, knocked up by the man. "Bloody hell, I wish. Everyone else gets ter fuck wiv 'im. Mess 'im up and all. Wot business do yer 'ave 'im wiv, then?"

There was a bit of a pause, with the shy girl shaking her head furiously at the brunette. Harlianne couldn't have been certain, but she felt strongly that there was some eye rolling going on down there as well. Definitely some sort of unwanted pregnancy situation. Those things always seemed to plague the upper classes, thinking that it was the end of the world and whatnot. "I spot 'ow it is. Good luck, luv. Yor'll need it. 'eard the chuffin' man is a bastard through and through."

Aravis Zacharia

Location: the King's Arm - Port of Tortuga

The men playing cards gave Anna a bit of an odd look, but they allowed her to sit down with them. Their conversation died down, becoming the minimal words needed. Draw a card here, fold here, bet here. It wasn't really clear what game they were playing, but the scent of alcohol on their breath explained it all. The veterans didn't have a bloody clue what type of cards they were doing either.

"'Tis brutal luk ter 'av a lass involved," one of the men finally said in a thick Irish accent, eyeing Anna. "You're liable ter summon a kraken whaen 'tis yisser bleedin', yer nu." There were nods of agreement all around the table, as if the man had stated something that was scientific fact. But in these days, even science didn't mean much, especially to the old timers. The sea was their goddess, mistress, and wife--they didn't have room for belief in anything else.

"A deal's a deal," Aravis nodded, having absolutely loved her friend's tale. She had been around Elissa enough to understand the thick German accent, as well as learning to respond to Araffis. Her friend never really had understood the proper use of a v, but that hardly mattered to her. The drinks weren't too expensive in the tavern, only a few pence, and she returned to Elissa a few moments later with two strong pints.

"I heard something over there, she's looking for people for a job," Aravis said, nodding over towards Anna and the men in the back. She knew that as much as she enjoyed Elissa's company, the sea would call her back eventually. Aravis herself had never done much pirating, usually making a living as a thief. It wasn't that she was opposed to it. She just simply had never found herself in the situation to start.
Post will be up after I update SNW. ^^
Cool. ^_^ Cassandra's age looks off, btw. Since she's 26 in X-Men which takes place in January 2019, and this one is in May 2016

Location: Almack's

Once Mary had finished her duties to the Grand Duchess, Virginia accompanied her friend through Almack's. She had felt the continued stare on her back but paid the culprit no undue attention. It wasn't the first occasion that a man had decided to gawk at her, after all, and she was quite certain that it would not be the last. In some ways, the intensity of the staring reminder her of the way she watched public executions, but her eyes never were too hard. They were almost drowsy in their shape, soft little circles with blue-grey irises.

As she walked with Mary, retracing their steps back to Mosi's fallen form, part of Virginia almost hoped that Mosi would rise as the Soulless. She had been taught by her family to never fear the darkness and to embrace it. While some may have thought that the Crypts would have no problem with the Soulless creatures and allowing them to continue on, it was simply a way of cheating death and avoiding the great unknown. In the Crypt family, it was seen almost as cowardly to continue living in such a manner. Yet even with the official family opinion, Virginia's own views deviated slightly from it. She could not bear the thought of seeing James as one of the Soulless. There was no question that Mosi should not be allowed to become one either.

She smiled sadly at her friend's form as they made it to that dreaded staircase. It was a small mercy that Mosi had been allowed to perish in the clothing she found most comfortable, despite the Grand Duchess' disapproval of Mosi's hypocrisy earlier on that evening. It was a pity that Mosi never got to live the life she found most exciting and comfortable as well. But more concerning, of course, was the fact that Mosi was both taller and heavier than Virginia was. And from Virginia's best guess, the same was true in regard to Mary.

"I'll take her upper half, if you might secure her legs," Virginia said, crouching down near Mosi's head and putting her arms underneath Mosi's, in order to get the best grip on her friend's fallen form. "Or I suppose I could drag her and bring her back to the Grand Duchess, if you wish to see to others who have met the reaper this evening..." She knew that she was biased towards Mosi, but she also knew that Mary had other duties to fulfill and that the bodies were beginning the process of decomposition. Mosi hadn't been the only victim of this tragedy, even if Virginia felt that Mosi was the most undeserving victim.

Location: Teriny Inn

Maeve stared outside the window in silence for a few moments, before silently and without any warning making her way to her bed. She knelt down besides it and looked through her belongings for a few moment, her fingers curling around her pistol. It was unlikely that she would have any use for it, especially with her shillelagh proving to be especially useful and versatile, but it was a comfort to have it. She may have been posing as someone with a more respectable profession than bartender and gang member, but certain habits could not be shaken. The pistol provided her security.

The next day would be interesting, to say the very least. She had been warned against taking this job, with Seamus having already refused the offer. But the world wasn't a kind one, especially for a little girl who couldn't hear. What sort of life would there be for Roisin? Thoughts such as those kept Maeve up at nights, on occasion wondering if her daughter had been made deaf by God as punishment for Maeve's sins.

She smiled slightly, thinking of the time little Roisin wrote her first sentence. She had been so excited when she showed it to Maeve, even though Maeve herself couldn't make it out. Yet she couldn't have been prouder of her little girl. She really was the best of the Brennans. Maeve just hoped that the rest of the world would one day see it too.
@Lady Amalthea May I assume that they make it all the way to Mosi's corpse, btw?
@Lady Amalthea I'll keep that in mind in the future. ^^ And getting a post up now!
@Lady Amalthea Ah okay. Yeah I didn't have her move on just yet because I was worried I'd bunny Sigil's character slightly if I did. (And given that Mary did the thing with putting down her weapon symbolically, I figured that having Virginia wait for Mary to leave ended up being a good choice).
Erm, Virginia did take Mary's hand.

"She nodded as Mary informed her that Almack's was clear and accepted her friend's hand, taking a breath as she prepared herself to retrieve Mosi's fallen form. "
And he's not even staring at her like he is checking her out, he is just glaring at her like he wants to kill her. XD

In the Crypt family, those are the same exact thing ^_^

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