OfWindAndRain

Schooled in Magic

@Siaya Dragalorn
I certainly hope I'm a true writer.

I dunno how advanced the advanced ones get- I guess I'm advanced, so you could say however far I go is how far advanced ones go? xD

And sure, we're both worldbuilding here.

The Greenbriar Miracles

@Mr Allen J
:3
I do play me a good Bastion. And McCree. And Pharah. And Mercy.

You know, I'm just not that bad at all in Overwatch :D

And danke for the help. I'll change that pronto.

The Greenbriar Miracles

@Mr Allen J
Dude, I have no idea about weights.

What's a good weight for her?

And yes.
Overwatch :D
I love Overwatch.
Reaper too- he's usually very easy to kill.
Especially when I'm playing my main/waifu- BASTION THE SALTMAKER

The Greenbriar Miracles(Super Power RP, with a twist).

@AnaSilan Sunja
Just go up to the top, click the link in the OP, and then apply.

I mean, that's what I'm doing, and what they guy told me to do when I asked the same as you.

The Greenbriar Miracles

@Gisk
There up above is my character. Meet Alexandra Bell! I just wrote her up on the spot, so if I messed anything up, do tell.

@Mr Allen J
Not as edgy as Edgelord.

Edgelord is sometimes known as "Reaper," and he is halfway between dead and alive all the time. His signature action is mimicking to slice one's throat.
"Die, die, die!" - Reaper 2k16

The Greenbriar Miracles

Alexandra Bell

Name:
Alexandra Bell

Appearance:
About 5' 8", weighing in around 118 pounds. Straw-blonde hair, usually up in a messy sort-of bun with her bangs hanging free on either side of her face. Generally likes wearing jeans, her favorite pair of boots, sometimes a ballcap, and a t-shirt of a variety of non-specific designs- sort of as you see in the image.

Personality:

Careful - Friendly - Intelligent

A little reserved, though she does enjoy putting in her two cents and being listened to. She has a habit of being wary at first, until someone shows some effort, and then makes her own effort to try and open up and welcome them to her. She's sort of easily trusting, after a certain easily-attainable point, but if she's sharp and intelligent- if she starts sensing something wrong, she begins closing up and getting suspicious.

Friendly enough herself, and if she thinks you're a friend, she'll probably hug you plenty (hint hint: enjoys cuddling with whoever's comfiest). She's generally a more serious-minded girl, though she'll laugh along at any joke and maybe crack on here and there. Not genius-smart, but she's one of the smarter ones in her already small class.

Likes:
- Def. Cuddles
- All dogs, but she loves fluffy ones the most (read: Corgis, saint bernard, huskies, and preferably one she can cuddle)
- Cute fluffy animals in general. Likes most cats, but not hairless cats or the aloof/superior-looking cats
- Cookies and cake
- Shiny blue things- she loves sapphires, and wears a sapphire necklace from her 12th birthday by her father every day.
- Her boots. Loves her boots, and gets a new pair every time she needs to of the exact same kind. She'll wear the same pair every day of her life if she can help it.
- Critical thinking, regardless of what it is- having a meaningful conversation about something is always better than gossip or the like.
- Being a blanket burrito on a stormy day.
- Stories. She loves being told stories, especially around a campfire or when she's about to go to sleep. The ones with dragons are the best!
- Running. Just in general. Sometimes she'll just yell "Race ya!" and shoot off into a sprint. She can gain speed quick, and keep it there for quite a while- she's a natural runner, and does it a bunch.
- Clouds and overcast.

Dislikes:
- Gossip. Just like no D:
- R00dness. Seriously, people need to stop with the attitude; what's the point in talking back to the teacher when you're in the wrong?
- Hairless or aloof cats. If she likes a cat, it's because the cat is fluffy and friendly.
- Carrots. She can't stand them.
- Football- the only thing that's not annoying about it, to her, is the slight amusement she gets whenever she watches the big bad footballers go at it like savages for a minute, and then a whistle blows and they're all normal and tame again.
- Those days that don't have a cloud in sight- she loves clouds! Even complete overcast.

Hobbies:
- Running. For fun. Just because.
- Cosplaying as a burrito, with blankets.
- Reading and/or just thinking
- Doing something with friends [even if it doesn't happen as often as the above three :c]
- Doodling in her little notepad that she carries around everywhere. She sketches everything from book or game characters to whatever's right in front of her.

Background: Peaceful and content, in short.

Alexandra Bell grew up in the usual sort of middle-class white family home, where the father brings in a decent paycheck to keep everything going and then some, and the mother stays home and does all the work there. As an only child, she was the only one that had her parents focus- and unlike some other families, her parents were rather warm, supportive, and easy-going. Combined with her sharp intellect and her very own inherited easy going nature, they all got along very well, and Alexandra made sure all her work was done good and well.

She hung out with friends, stayed under the radar enough to remain unnoticed, but not so under the radar that no one knew her or liked her. Keeping to herself except to those who made an effort to talk to her gained herself a small group of friends, and with school and everything going all right and okay, she's content and happy. She doesn't want or need much, and she's fine with the course that she's currently on.

Possible Mech RP

@FallenTrinity
Sure?

I mean, I dunno if you'd want me to. I'm just looking for a solid scifi rp to join, whether it be mech or not. Gundam isn't really realistic- nothing anime is, really. And I can't really stand it because of it.

I know all that sort of stuff with different ammunition, weapon types, armor and what thicknesses would work against what, alloys, etc., all that sciencey stuff, and it's because of that that I dislike anime.

In anime, a main character gets hit by a giant hammer by a little girl, goes flying a hundred feet through the air before slamming into [and destroying] a concrete wall. He gets up with a nosebleed, wipes it away dramatically, and is suddenly superpowered because he is angry.

In real life, someone else runs up to someone, that someone else whips out a sword/hammer/whatever, and finds it to be much heavier than they expect it to be. And then the someone pulls out a handgun while the melee-focused someone else is still approaching, and shoots them dead.

Woops.
You get shot, and the average person WILL fall down. Military-trained or naturally resilient, they might keep going, but gunshots hurt. A lot. And no one can dodge a bullet- if you can see the eyes on someone when they fire at you, that bullet is going to hit- there's no chance of dodging. How many times can you play Call of Duty, Battlefield, Overwatch, whatever, where you run straight through the middle of a bunch of gunmen and come out unscathed, just to melee all of them to death?

Nonono, if you want there to be Gundam, I wouldn't be able to stand it. And if I start my own scifi rp, no one will join.

Schooled in Magic

@Siaya Dragalorn
Also, a word on the hygiene:

I dunno if I mentioned any of this.

Most everywhere is just how you'd expect it- throwing their waste into the streets, going to bathroom in less-than-fantastic conditions, and if there was a bath, it was water that was boiled and then brought up by servants.

However, there are some exceptions to the rule. Whitehall and other magical schools/academies, as well as some of the richer, more magically-inclined castles and the like, have water systems powered and supported by magic- allowing them to have a sort of toilet (still way cleaner than everywhere else) and a shower. Places like Sunder's tower has these sorts of luxuries.

Some cities near major magical centers- such as Dragonsreach, the closest town to Whitehall- have been making an effort to improve hygiene. Dragonsreach is the only city, at the moment, to have a sewer, pioneered by one of their City Fathers, and is possibly one of the cleanest cities in all the land. More people would live there (fertile land around it, easy access to fresh water both from well and river, plus the forests that surround Whitehall, which are filled with tons of alchemical ingredients and a wide variety of animals) if it weren't for the fact that the only thing between it and Necromancers/the Barren lands is Whitehall, and that border is still rather close.

Schooled in Magic

Sunder watched the girl for a moment, noticing that she stopped clenching something in her front, weird, poofy pocket on her jacket, and instead crossed her arms. Good- she was trusting him a bit more. No matter the smile or the sort- that was the real sign of trust. She wasn't keeping her guard up quite so much. He ignored her irritation- it seemed like everything irritated her. Would you like some help, he asked, and she narrowed her eyes angrily at him. I will turn you into a frozen statue, he said, and she narrowed her eyes angrily at him. Maybe food would get a more favorable response. Maybe.

Nonetheless, a slow smile started, and eventually dominated his face. He knew her answer- there was no way that she'd refuse, not to his mind. And even if she did refuse, he'd convince her. He couldn't let her go without training, after all, so either she stayed here until she accepted the offer, or she accepted the offer. He literally couldn't let her go- he could feel the untapped well of her unrealized mana- someone with worse intentions would sense it and take full advantage of her.

So, he just nodded at her, and stood up again, sorting through a couple papers on his desk. It was a busy gesture- something just to add a bit of filler to himself- before he knocked on the wood of his desk four times.

A minute later, as if someone had heard the low, dense knocking, there was an equally low, dense knock at the door. Not a jiffy later, the door opened to reveal a young maid- if a little dirty- wearing a rather simple white robe, blonde hair laying freely down her back.

"Ah, thank you Priscilla. Would you show our guest, Jazelle, a room? She'll be staying the night, and she's had a very trying day. If she wants something to eat, bring her something simple. Tomorrow morning, she'll be eating breakfast with me. Same plate as I. Thank you, dear."

Angling himself slightly to Jazelle, he addressed her.

"Jazelle, meet Priscilla. She'll answer any questions you have. If you need anything, ask, but you'll not be leaving. Do get some sleep- you'll need it. You'll also be able to use the bathroom, if you need it. Each room has one. I look forward to talking to you tomorrow, Jazelle. Goodnight."

With a nod aimed at Priscilla, he waited for both of them to leave [with Priscilla shutting the door behind them] before dropping into his chair.

Well, he thought, things could've gone far worse. If only the person he rescued wasn't so damn moody. He could taste the moodiness in the air! He chuckled to himself, and then focused on more relevant matters- like finishing a little carving of an eagle. Retrieving both half-finished wooden eagle and carving knife, he leaned back in his chair and set to it.

Schooled in Magic

@Siaya Dragalorn
Danke
The connotation of the words one uses are very important; thus, if I just said bright, it'd be formed in the mind as a harsher light. I didn't want a harsher light. :D

And you're fine- the wait you've had from me was waaay longer. No need for apologies, friend!