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Ethereal

Im really looking for at least 2-3 more people before I start the ooc, just a heads up

Ethereal

Are our deaths supposed to be related in some way (Time of death, area, persons involved, etc...)?

Is this more of an exploration regarding the mystery of the city? Or more of an exploration of circumstances surrounding our deaths?

And when we start are we still new to this purgatory? Or have some of us been here a while?

1. I was thinking that, at least for my character in mind, I would probably reach out to see if anyone wanted to be somehow involved. It's not mandatory, but I thought that it would be interesting.

2. Definitely more of an exploration of circumstances surrounding the deaths of the characters. They'll be allowed to explore the city as well, but it'll play less of a part until later.

3. When it starts, everyone will be new to purgatory, so their deaths were around the same time

Ethereal

Eyy, welcome 😄

Ethereal

_{Character development and interaction based | May contain heavy themes}



“Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live”

“Unfortunately, due to unseen circumstances, the southbound train due to arrive at twelve A.M. will now be expected to arrive at one A.M. We apologize for the wait. Thank you for your patience and thank you for choosing-.” The intercom abruptly shuts off, leaving the station in an eerie silence. The clock reads 12:03.

THEME

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A thick fog hangs stiffly over a near empty train station located in the middle of a large, nameless city; its passengers waiting for the same southbound train that, although delayed for unknown reasons, never arrives. Time passes but the clock never changes, only continuing to flash the same time in bright red numbers while the speakers ahead only whisper out the annoying sound of elevator music. The night sky is accompanied only by a few stars and a crescent moon, occasionally covered by wisps of clouds hardly visible to the eye. There is no wind, but the fog makes it chilly. No one else arrives and not another word is announced from above, leaving its only passengers to sit and wait.

The inner city is very well kept, all buildings up to date and modern, the moonlight reflecting off of the many windows of the skyscrapers that, from an angle, seem to lean inward. The street lamps glowed dimly, occasionally flickering as people walked under them. The city was unnervingly quiet, strangely no cars were visible and though some businesses were still open, there was no lively chatter or bustling faces. Soundless and dead, the inner city was no more than a ghost town.

The outer city was much more a wreck, a complete 180 compared to that of the inner city. The houses were in shambles and looking barely livable, the streets were broken and almost non-existent. Few shops less than thrived here, most of them covered in graffiti and/or trash spewn out across the front of the stores. Many abandoned buildings sat lifeless and broken down, some of them containing caution tape across their entrances. The people who lived in the outer city seemed more aware of their surroundings, but they stared with a piercing hostility that made it nerve wracking to stay too long. They never talked about the inner city and comments they made resembled that of a premade script. Repeating the same thing over and over, not giving much of anything else.

Cold and unwelcoming, the nameless city seemed to weirdly shift to the thoughts of its inhabitants, creating new places and subtly changing directions whenever eyesight was directed away. In the distance, a speaker's intercom screeched to life, a quiet voice saying: ”Welcome to Purgatory,” before clicking off.

PLOT

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Welcome to a role play about life after death, closely following the thoughts and actions of a small group of characters after their untimely deaths. Not being able to move on, the cast is thrown into purgatory resembling a city similar to the one that the characters passed away in. This is a story heavily dependent on character interaction and backstory, though there will be random plot scenarios and important decisions that will affect them in the future. Welcome to purgatory.

Thanks for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

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World Beyond the Lexicon

Oh no you didn't! Did you? Don't tell me you did...

@Dezuel

...i had to do it
there was no other choice

World Beyond the Lexicon

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Striding quickly through the halls, Verena seemed to have gotten lost in the building trying to find her class, although this wasn't even her first year attending Avalice. Turning corners and trying desperately to find her lecture hall, she could tell that time was running out by the dwindling amount of people she ran into. Normally, this would've been fine had she not taken the time to roam the campus again; it being mandatory for her to greet those she recognized from previous years. Suddenly remembering that her class was to get a new professor this year, the young warrior slowed down and sighed softly, already missing her old teacher.

Now a tad disheartened, Verena lingered down the hall for a while, stopping to pin her hair up. Just then, the girl tilted her head up and furrowed her eyebrows, smelling a strong smoke odor coming from not too far away, and as she noticed this, a boy whisked past her, seemingly heading straight toward the source. Pausing momentarily, Verena decided to follow him (who knows, there could've been a fight), but not nearly as quickly, just far enough to keep him in sight.

Seeing him enter a lecture hall, the smell of smoke most pungent here, she glanced up and noticed the sign: Class C. Makes sense. She nodded to herself. Turning around to leave, the girl's eyes widened as the words on the sign processed and she quickly pivoted, taking long steps to the door.

"Morning!" Verena beamed loudly, making her way through the room, ignoring the fact that she was late. Although she wasn't all that concerned either. And forgetting the fact that they had a never professor until she noticed him, and his name written on the board. Blinking slowly, she knew she recognized his name from somewhere, but she couldn't place it, tapping on her chin and making a quick tik tik tok sound. "Nyx Yuria...OH-,"she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "You're that one guy my brothers used to always talk about! The one with the Miracle Seven! Not even kidding, they're like, obsessed with you, I swear! Of course, they were sad when you kinda got kicked out, that sucks, but they do still talk about you!" The girl rambled.

Looking around for a seat, Verena spotted one not too far away, next to this kid who had a sad look on their face, whose focus was directed toward one of the few up front. Walking toward the seat and sitting down, shifting a bit uncomfortably due to her long legs, she said, "But that's so cool! They're gonna be so jealous that I met you! Oh! I'm Verena Parieau by the way,"she smiled excitably, adding another, "That's so cool," at the end.

🌺Those Who Exist🌺

Avyanna Endale

_{『”Aw, that’s too bad. And I kind of liked you.”』}

NAME:

Avyanna Endale

AGE:

30

GENDER:

Female

SEXUALITY:

Pansexual

ETHNICITY:

Ethiopian

OCCUPATION:

Professional gambler

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Appearance:

◍ Hair: Dark with thick curls, Avy's hair is a bit shorter than midlength. She often styles it up with a head wrap or just leaves it down.
◍ Eyes: She has very dark brown eyes and short eyelashes.
◍ Height: 5'3
◍ Weight: 135 lbs
◍ Clothing wise: Usually wearing African styled clothes, Avyanna fully embraces her culture. With short, heavily patterned, flowy tops and long skirts that usually touch the ground, also equipped with over-sized beaded jewelry (that she made herself), it's definitely not something one sees everyday.
◍ Makeup wise:: Only a light amount, usually some eyeshadow or nude lipstick and highlighter.
◍ Tattoos/scars/other markings: None

PERSONALITY:

Intelligent | Apathetic | Confident | Manipulative | Individualistic | Untrusting

A cunning and headstrong woman and yet also apathetic, Avyanna definitely knows how to play her cards right. Aiming to be at the top of the food chain, but understanding how to play the victim with ease, she has always managed to avoid trouble when it came around the corner. She never really looked for fame, instead enjoying the risk and danger when it came to gambling, finding a sort of high when winning or seeing the look on people’s faces when they know they’ve lost. Having a way of working people’s minds, she quickly made enemies disguised as friends in the real world. Because of this, Avy learned to never put her full trust in people, keeping herself physically and emotionally unattached, choosing to be self-reliant and distant.

Naturally curious, Avy does enjoy learning about other people and their stories, though they won't get much empathy from her. Calm and well-mannered, she's a good listener and less judgemental than she looks. She's very down-to-earth, and she prefers to look at things from a realistic angle. An intuitive thinker, she's good at on-the-spot problem solving. Although a bit closed off from telling people about herself, she's sociable and charismatic and enjoys a good laugh.

CAUSE OF DEATH:

Gunshot wound

BACKSTORY:

Growing up in the slums of New Orleans, Avy learned how to fend for herself at a young age. She knew very early on how cold the world could be and she acted as such, seeing reality as a dog-eat-dog kind of place. She never had any real motivation other than survive, so she quickly started making friends with all the wrong people in order to make it, but quickly discovering how much she actually enjoyed this life. Avy had always been attracted to danger, though she hid behind others when it was directed toward her. She enjoyed the back alleys, the secrecy, and the loose morals, becoming accustomed to the people and how their minds worked. It was never exhausting or frightening until one day it was.

When she turned eighteen, she had moved out of New Orleans to find work and attend college, where she pursued biochemistry in hopes of making an actual living. Although she had high hopes, her old life followed her and she realized that she could never get used to living a normal life. Her impulsivity drove her back into old habits where she eventually found herself in a dark place. Dropping out of college and in debt, she turned to gambling as a way to pay bills. This helped for some time until she began to depend on it too much; no longer as a source of income by itself, it was a hobby, a lifestyle. People began recognizing her and soon enough, remembering her. It was a second home.

For a long time it went on like this. She continued building her status and raising the stakes, earning a lot of money but losing her sense of morality. Avy began making more and more rash decisons as time went on, her confidence making her foolish. A part of her knew the kinds of trouble she coyld get into, but another part blocked out any sensible thinking. The more dangerous the risk, the higher she felt, but soon in her last game, the hardest she fell. With no one having her back and her ego unwavering, she managed to piss of the wrong people.

In the dead of night, her apartment was broken into and she was killed. A fatal gunshot wound to the head.

MISC.:

◍ Smokes cigars
◍ Has a fascination for poisons
◍ Often tilts her head up when aggravated

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𝙽𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 - 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚔 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎

Interest !

World Beyond the Lexicon

Verena Pariseau

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P E R S O N A L ◄

_{✦ N A M E}

Verena Pariseau

_{✦ T I T L E S}

The Guardian | Human Shield |

_{✦ A G E}

17

_{✦ G E N D E R}

Female

_{✦ D A T E O F B I R T H}

January 7^th

_{✦ H O B B I E S}

Horseback riding | Hunting | Learning about the history of places | Rough-housing |

_{✦ H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

6'1" (186 cm) | 185 lbs

_{✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Boisterous, if not a bit tone deaf, and outgoing, Verena is definitely a people person through and through. She enjoys the company of others greatly and hates to be alone or to be unincluded. Touchy-feely, she's not one to hesitate giving hugs or wrap an arm around someone's shoulder or link arms with another, she's actually quite unapologetic in that matter. Perhaps overwhelming to some, she doesn't exactly realize when she's being too much, either that or she doesn't care.

Curious by nature, Verena has a love for exploring new things, sometimes considered foolish for her naivety. Also easily impressed, she doesn't have trouble gaining respect to those around her which can lead her to blindly follow some without question. Because of this, she's seen as gullible and perhaps even a door mat, but she sees herself as fiercely loyal and would protect those she's close with to the end. Although swayed with ease, once she has her mind set on something, she can be as stubborn as a bull. Verena has very determined mindset and will go to great lengths to achieve a goal. Practical and optimistic, she is a "glass half full" type. She likes to imagine the best outcomes but also knows that there is work to be done to get to that point.

_{✦ H I S T O R Y}

The youngest child out of four, she being the only girl, Verena always knew what she wanted to be from a young age. She was never very interested in studying or learning complicated magic but instead being on the front lines being face-to-face with "evil" as she put it. Growing up in a small, well kept family of mages, the young warrior had to learn a lot from herself since techniques weren't her family's strong suit and she was never super adept to learning magic as most of it would go in one ear and out the other. Self-taught, her parents were always baffled at where this came from since none of her family members were close to being fighters.

But because none of them were fighters, Verena had a sense of duty to protect them although she was the youngest but it never bothered her. She was quick to stand up for them and would easily get provoked if someone were to say the wrong thing. Even though she could be a little much, her brothers were appreciative of her actions and would sometimes even help her with her fighting skills even as they had no clue as to what they were doing. Though a misfit (and proud), she and her family were very close nit. They all looked out for each other.

When it came to magic, that was definitely not her specialty. She had difficulty concentrating on the words and the feeling, never really grasping the concept of it all which made her a bit irritated with herself. She tried very hard to be good enough, wanting to be like her brothers, but it just never came to her. She couldn't learn the spells that her siblings did, only managing to keep a few. The ones she was actually interested in. When learning the sword, she didn't want to be held down by the weight of a shield, so her eldest brother taught her a few spells that he knew of. The only spells she was easily able to pick up, she took them and ran with it. Already a great swordfighter, she took pride in being able to show others what she could do. Her family quickly noticed her desire to help others, protecting them like she did to her siblings, not starting things but finishing them.

Deciding to enroll her into Avalice, Verena was certainly excited to be able to train with others like herself, and perhaps even make it into the infamous Miracle Seven. Being put in class C only made her more determined to prove herself, not only wanting herself to graduate but to help her classmates do so as well. Wide eyed and curious, she soaked everything in, quickly adapting to the pace and the feeling of the place. Now a few years later, she has been able to strengthen her skills and still staying in contact with her family, writing letters to them regularly. Now that graduation is quickly approaching, Verena is more fired up that ever to make sure that her vision becomes a reality.

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C O M B A T ◄

_{✦ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Might

_{✦ M A N A C O L O R}

Lavender

_{✦ M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C}

The strange calmness of standing in the eye of a raging storm

_{✦ E Q U I P M E N T}

Golem: A long, curve edged sword crafted by her brothers before she left for Avalice. She carries it with great pride.

_{✦ M A G I C}

Protection magic

_{✦ S P E L L S}

✤ Great Barrier: One of her most used spells, this spell creates an invisible shield in the shape of a dome in front of her that she can control at will. The size varies depending on the number of opponents. Either for defending herself or knocking enemies back, it doesn't take much mana so she is able to use it multiple times during battle.

✤ Mirrored Shield: If in peril or last resort, Verena can use an aggressor's attack against them. This spell sends an attack back to it's castor, sometimes but not always increasing its attack power. So it potentially makes the spell more dangerous than when it came. Taking up a lot of mana, she rarely uses it unless completely necessary.

✤ Unbreakable: An excellent shield against close range attacks, the young warrior is able to toughen her skin to make it nearly impenetrable. This lasts until it wears off, which is after a couple of blows. Although requiring a cool down period, it's a pretty easy spell so it acts as a physical shield would.

_{✦ T E C H N I Q U E}

✤ Boulder: Using her blade to carry momentum, she swings her sword low to the ground before pivoting and then she proceeds to use the other leg to kick at her opponent to momentarily stun them and push them back.

✤ The Feign: Pretending to be caught off guard, she lets down her defenses to allow an opponent to rush in. She then tackles and uses her Unbreakable spell so that the attacker does very little damage in order to try to escape. Unable to, she now has her opponent pinned.

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► P A R A M E T E R S ◄

✦ M A N A | 3 / 5
✦ C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
✦ M A G I C | 1 / 5
✦ T E C H N I Q U E | 4 / 5
✦ S T R E N G T H | 5 / 5
✦ S P E E D | 2 / 5
✦ B O D Y | 4 / 5
✦ I N T E L L E C T | 2 / 5

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