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I've updated my character sheet per the points you listed, and joined the discord.

Alright, open and accepting applications, questions, etc
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A hand slapped out from under the light blanket, grabbing the phone. A bright light illuminated his tired face as he shut off the alarm. He closed his phone, sighing as he rolled onto his back. 5:30 already. His wife rolled over toward him, as she did every morning, nuzzling in close against his chest. He smiled, pressing his lips against her forehead. Fifteen more minutes. He laid there, enjoying the feeling of her warmth as he woke up more. He could feel the stiffness in his back from the day before. His neck was sore. He needed a new pillow.

Twenty minutes passed in silence, until he pulled himself out from under her arms, slipping his pillow there in his stead. He strode across the room, phone in hand, as he hit the switch for the table lamp. Their bedroom was small, but comfortable. There was a smile pile of clothes there, where he’d left them when he came in from the fields last night. He picked them up, putting them in the hamper now. He grabbed another white t-shirt, throwing it on, followed by his button up and work pants. He cast one last look at his sleeping wife, smiling, until he slipped out of the bedroom door, quietly closing it behind him.

He made his way to the kitchen, flipping on the light, followed by the switch for the coffee maker. When he didn’t hear the bubbling of water, he groaned, flipping the switch off. He’d forgotten to reload it again. He grabbed the Tupperware of grounds, thankful he didn’t need to run the grinder this early. He dumped the old grounds into the compost can, put in a new filter, and got the water going. The coffee now percolating, he made his way to the fridge, grabbing the bag of bagels, cream cheese, and creamer, setting them atop the counter. He checked the crack next to the window, relieved to not see a line of ants marching in. Seems they finally gave up the relentless invasion.

He grabbed a paper towel, folded it in half, laying it upon the counter, as he set two bagels, halved, into the toaster oven. He pulled open the drawer, having to give it an extra jerk as it got snagged a bit, rattling the cutlery inside. He plucked out a butter knife, setting it on his paper towel. The room began to smell heavily of the coffee, and he saw the pot was full. He grabbed two mugs, setting one aside, as he poured his. He dropped in a generous amount of the caramel creamer, always enjoying watching the clouds that formed in the coffee until it evened out.

He took a sip, relishing the sweet coffee, more enjoying the ritual than the taste. He wasn’t particular when it came to coffee so he simply went for cheap. The toaster oven dinged, and he grabbed out two of the halves, leaving the other two behind. He slathered on a thick layer of cream cheese on them, then carried the lot to the dining room. He bumped on the light, sitting down. He set his coffee on his right, his bagel right in front of him, and pulled out of his phone.

In the silence of the morning, he checked the weather. Three inches of rain last night, perfect. High of 95F, indexing at 105. Yuck. It would be really sweaty today. He took the first bite of his bagel, a little extra toasty just how he liked it, as he opened his news app. The back door opened and a young, Hispanic woman walked in, in her usual garb of a floral bikini top, shorts, and tall Muck boots. Her long, dark hair was wet, and she was still dripping as she removed her boots, setting them in the corner with the collection of the others. She grabbed her towel off the hook, patting herself dry. “Good morning, boss!”

“Morning, Maria.”

She cheerfully moved into the kitchen, poured a coffee, black, and prepped her own bagel. She came in, sitting on the bench across from him. She opened her own phone, as she ate a bit noisily, when he spoke again, “Looks like your dancing went well last night.” Maria perked right up, “Oh my god, it was great. I was right in my groove. I found a rhythm in the singing of the frogs and it just flowed right out of me.”

“The app says three inches.”


She snorted, “Your rain gauge says four, you know those weathermen don’t know what they’re doin, Frank. No one can predict a raindance, not even me.”

He smiled, returning back to reading his news, sipping his coffee and finishing his bagel. Typical news. A man robbed a bank in Austin and was shot in the street. Another hurricane was on its way, this one called Weston. Religious groups still flooded the streets, demanding the powers of Satan not be used, politicians calling for either increasing or decreasing the funding of law enforcement. Nothing exciting.

Over the next half hour, the rest of the farm staff woke up, and the dining room was full of chatter. “Jackson, gonna need you to finish harvesting the soybeans today, gotta get those into processing. Julia and Guillermo, peanuts should be about ready too. Keep an eye out though, we saw a rattler in there late last night. Everyone else, daily harvest routine, then go into your weeding and cultivating. Hailey, don’t forget your radio today.”

Everyone nodded, grabbing their hats, gloves, water bottles, pulling on their boots, grabbing radios, and headed out to the farm. Frank walked over to the window, looking out the driveway, seeing Harry and Sally laying there, a pair of German shepherds, guarding the road in, as always. Frank walked out, and the two barked, loping over to him, as he knelt down to scratch their heads. “Did y’all have a good night shift?”

Sally’s mouth didn’t move, but he heard her voice in his head, “Coyotes at the edge of the territory, none got in. Bobcat trail down in the south pond. Caught six rats. All birds alive.”

Frank smiled, “Well done, both of you. Go relax now, let your brothers take guard.”

Both dogs barked happily in response, heading off to the dog barn. Frank turned toward the farm, smiling as he looked over the shade tunnels, seeing the many workers get to it. It was a crazy world these days since the Flare, but still, there was always peace to have on a farm. He tipped his hat down, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.
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Date of Birth: (it is currently July 1st, 2040)
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Height: (Inches and Feet)
Weight: (Pounds)

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Main Goal: (What does your character hope to accomplish?)
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Philosophy: (What is your character’s outlook on life?)
Secrets: (What is your character hiding?)
Sexuality: (What is your character’s sexual preference?)
Fears: (What does your character fear?)
Reputation: (What is your character’s reputation on the Farm, in Austin, in Texas?)
Flaws: (What holds your character back?)

Backstory:
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Other Information: You can include skills and such here if so desired. Again, none of the OP bullshit.



Overview

Frank is and always has been a farmer. He owns several hundred acres of prime land in central Texas known as Bullfrog Run Farms, named after a creek that flows through it.. He was a farmer when the Flare struck Earth at the end of 2020. It killed 10% of the population instantly, without prejudice of any sort. Of the remaining survivors, nearly every person was granted one, singular ability or power, the stuff of legends and comic books. An unlucky few were entirely unaffected, neither gaining powers nor being harmed.

It is now 2040, and the world has mostly come to terms with the idea that nearly every person has powers. It seems to be entirely random as to who got what. Governments stabilized and brought about a tentative peace. Frank runs an organic farm for the production of high energy density foods, and employs many people to work it. These foods are necessary for a large majority of the empowered people, due to the fact that many, such as super strength, super speed, rapid healing, flying, etc, require massive amounts of calories to fuel them. Frank saw an opening in the market and took it, becoming the largest producer of organic HED foods in Texas.

Frank sells many of his wares at various farmer’s markets in central Texas, as well as shipping to local area groceries and restaurants. He also supplies directly to the Texas government, to feed the soldiers of the United State of Texas, so as to continue the defense of their lands. It has been five years since the end of the Second Civil War, and the United States of America has shattered, the federal government being no more. States now fend for themselves, conduct their own treaties.

But something new is bubbling beneath the surface. The new Governor of Texas is a vitriolic man, a man without powers, and is determined to expand the scope of Texas’ control. His election was fraught with rumors of fraud and foul play, and protests have been ongoing for months now. It is July 1st, 2040, the height of summer in Texas, and the farm is busier than ever. How can such an isolated, rural community affect anything?

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Established Characters

Frank - Frank is in his 40s now, married to Jessica. Frank owns the farm outright. He has built it from scratch and has profited greatly from it. He has poured most of his profits back into making the farm a beautiful, comfortable place to live for him and all of his employees. He uses a profit share system, so everyone gets a fair piece of the pie. Frank’s ability is telepathic communication with anything that has a brain. He is not able to read minds, nor control them. He can simply establish a direct connection that allows for the two parties to communicate back and forth without need for language translation. Ability Drawback(s) - Lacks the ability to filter his thoughts/speech, will take on personality traits similar to who/whatever he has most recently connected with.

Jessica - Frank’s wife, is an accomplished writer. She’s sold a few fantasy novels, one of which recently was made into a Netflix show. She lives with Frank in the main house, and spends much of her time writing or seeking inspiration through other creative pursuits. Jessica’s ability is to be able to breathe underwater. Ability Drawback(s) - Requires increased caloric intake while the ability is in use, is more vulnerable to extra dry conditions, and lacks other powers needed for deep sea diving such as pressure regulation, temperature regulation, and dark vision.

Maria - Maria is one of the farmer’s in Frank’s employ. She arrived a few years back after her family illegally crossed the border into Texas from Oklahoma following the Oklahoma City Massacre. Her family still lives in hiding in Austin. Maria’s ability is raindancing. When she dances, she can summon rain to the area she’s at. Ability Drawbacks - She is not able to summon lightning or fierce winds at will, though sometimes they do happen accidentally based on weather conditions at the time. Requires a massive caloric intake to fuel the rain dance.

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Established Locations

Bullfrog Run Farms - 900 acres of blackland prairie soil in central Texas. This farm is organic, regenerative, and permaculture centric. It is not a large monocrop farm, so is not worked by massive machines but rather the village of employees. Sections of it are operated by Co-Farmers, under the guidance of Frank. There is a wide diversity of crop plants, natural plants, animals both domesticated and wild. The farms include many buildings for habitating, storage, processing, warehousing, and other farming functions. This farm is near Austin, the capital, which has exploded in size after the Second Civil War, being on par with cities such as Los Angelos and New York City.

Farmer’s Markets - Various locations where farmers maintain stalls to sell their goods to the general public. Co-farmers are allowed to have their own stands here, Bullfrog Run Farms is not 1 single stand.

Customer Locations - Grocery stores, restaurants, and other customer locations as needed.

Fort Gunter - A fort established during the Second Civil War after many other forts in Texas were obliterated. Fort Gunter is now the central point of Texas Military.

Dallas - An independent city state within the border of Texas that is controlled by a new religious group of non-powered individuals wishing to cure people of their “satanic” powers. The current governor of Texas is from here.


Welcome to Flare: A Simple Farm, an RP set in a supernatural/horror/urban fantasy, an original universe I’m simply referring to as Flare right now. This RP will be doing its best to show how a world may adapt to superpowers becoming the normal majority and achieving a normal life in such. However, nothing is ever normal when it comes to people, and all the problems that we have now on Earth have only amplified in this new world. This RP will be character driven and heavily guided by the cast, and as such, anything can happen.

This is the first creation in this universe and if it goes well, others will be made. I'm looking forward to a building a world together, rife with political, religious, military conflict, from the prospective of a group seemingly on the outside of such things. This particular story was born simply out of the idea of how one feeds so many high metabolism super-powered individuals.

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