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Current point me towards mechanically-intensive/competitive games to learn, i need something new
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actual bio in progress

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the backstory is intentionally vague cause i want her to actually reveal it ic



"Ow..."

Although her fall had been conveniently cushioned by the jester, that didn't stop it from hurting. The elf imagined that it hurt (who she presumed to be) Phann more than it did her, giving herself the mental note to apologize. Another mental note-- if she herself was chasing the butterflies and ended up here, that meant Phann was too. Whether it was for the same reasons, she didn't know. With as little as she did know about her classmates, she didn't remember Phann to be the predictable one. So it would be just as likely for her to have been chasing the butterflies for some reason as absurd as "I wanna eat them," as it would be for her to have been chasing the butterflies because she felt the energy within them. Side note: the word energy is getting kind of annoying. Mana sounds cooler. It also sounds like it's from a videogame, which means it's double-cool.

"...eee… ahhhhhhh… hehe..."

The sound of some weird unearthly goblin scared the hell out of her, prompting the elf girl to let out an unflattering shriek and jump up, barely managing to land on her feet. She was somewhat exhausted. Learning that the sound that she thought was a 'weird unearthly goblin' was Phann didn't make her feel any better. There was a small sense of security in knowing that she was right about her inference earlier, but in general she just felt bad. Also, she just noticed that she had flown into the air via a magic? gust of wind and landed on a frail-looking elf jester girl.

Shit.

"Phann! Are you okay?" The elf asked, quickly kneeling by her classmate's side and looking over her body to see if there were any visible bruises.

"I'm so sorry! I was just really focused on this butterfly because it felt really special and then I was following it and then my feet were all tingly and then I was flying, but I didn't see you until it was too late and I couldn't do the really cool wind thing again, I-" sound like a fucking idiot, apparently. She realized she was getting off topic, and she knew Phann probably wouldn't care about what she was saying. Taking a deep breath to reset herself, she continued.

"I mean, my apologies, Phann. It was my carelessness that put us in this situation. If there is anything I can do to make up for it, I will be more than happy to do so. Anyways, I'm Fa..." she began to say, but something stopped her. It didn't feel right to call herself by that name anymore. If the events that lead up to her smothering a fellow classmate and embarrassing herself meant anything, it meant that it was important for her to do what felt natural in this new world. Like how she had done with that...magic she performed earlier. The spell may have winded her a bit, but she still felt like it happened for a reason. Now, what was that name she thought she liked?
"Tiki," she held out a hand for Phann to lift herself up with, "No, I am not a terrorist. Or a bus driver. Yes, I am a student, and yes, we should be moving away from Mr. Angry Roars." Looking around her, she noticed that the lizardman was digging into some hole, Albrecht was talking for a while, the pirate with robot arms was walking in the direction opposite of the forest, and the mysterious man-like figure was also walking in some other direction. She looked towards the forest. The sight of it had an unexplainable calming effect on her. Something about it told the elf that the forest was where she belonged, yet it was also clearly dangerous.

"I'm not sure if the forest is the greatest option to take here, Phann. Not saying that I don't agree with you, but," she pointed towards Albrecht, "Everyone seems to be following him. Normally, I wouldn't care for what others have to say or what they're doing. But this situation is different. We have no idea what would happen. Mr. Angry Roars could be a small reptile with a large voice, or he could be a gigantic monster with enough strength to wipe out all of us with ease. His roar could scare people away from where we are now, or it could attract many other monsters like him. And, most importantly, we don't have any resources. On the off chance that there is a town through the forest, it's much too dangerous for what we have right now. It's likely that the journey would be too long for us to make it there without water. Or food. While we do have magic," she looked at the ground (in fucking awe, there's actually magic?), "It's not something we'll be able to control right now. Or even know how to use." The elf groaned just thinking about what she was going to say.

"I think we--as in you and I-- will have to follow Albrecht for now. The guy I was pointing to earlier. In a time like this, the best possible option would be to stick together," Tiki stood up, before again realizing that she had landed right on top of the girl that was forced to listen to her talk for too long, "I'm sorry. Can you stand?" She asked, once again kneeling back down to the shorter elf's height. "If not, we can wait. It doesn't seem like we're going to be moving for a while. Not without the rest, at least. Either way, if you don't mind, I'm going to stay by your side for now. Elf solidarity, you know," She pointed towards her own ears.

She would give it some time for her new name to grow on her.

I'm also interested in this. Not often I do RP's here anymore, even more so a superhero one, but this one looks flexible enough to give a try.

I actually have two characters in mind but I'm guessing you only want one per RPer right?


shard said in the interest check that you can have as many characters as you want!
interested!!



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As someone who is socially awkward about that sorta thing, mostly due to how I understand things, I find that a bit perplexing. But I'm not going to say. "Make it disappear either." The Nonbinary part that is. That being said... If my character does say things, please understand it is more of the character rather than my actual views and not how I actually view others.

I had a female character named Noir, and she snapped calling someone a "Whoreson" in a private rp and the player took it way to seriously... despite the character is well... just that. To take deep offense of how she was annoyed and uttered a phrase she normally would not say... is not me personally giving you the finger... Like, you'd assume everyone would know that the player does not equate to a character... But experiences tell me "You should just explain because people take things way personally."

(Yeah, some people just assume the player is just the character in different rps. And is usually if not always used as some type of commentary, because I've seen a trend on other sites where others cannot differentiate between the two. So I'm saying it now. Cassius is not me, and I'm not Cassius. What the character does and say... does not represent me. It is a character.)

The very tiny text however will actively be a pain on my eyes that my new prescription just isn't built around. That unfortunately is not something I am physically able to deal with. But I also realize I don't want to demand it be removed either; like who am I to tell someone how to enjoy their character? Fucking no-one in that instance.


oh dont worry, i know all too well about separating the player from the chatacter. its the main thing that makes roleplaying fun in the first place. also the main reason why i made the decision regarding pronouns is more personal and i’d prefer not getting into it in a thread, but if you wanted to dm me i would

also i’ll remove it dw!! all the info in the cs is the same either way
@sophI feel like her dislike will be updated to "Anything to do with Cassius. I hate him."

Joking aside. What is the deal with the pronouns thing?

And there is a lot of small text, even with glasses I'm squinting like crazy. XD


i wanted to have tinu go by they/them simply because i felt like creating a nonbinary character (++ i know how to write one), but i decided against it for reasons. until i said fuck it and decided to just go with it. the most prevalence it should have to their character is them correcting people when they first meet, otherwise it shouldn’t matter at all really

also the small text is for aesthetic but if it needs to be removed i can do it!!
anywho i made it look prettier + changed pronouns


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To be fair, it was much better than what it used to be.

I was looking more at the changes than I was the Grammar. So my bad.


oh its okay!!
how come nobody told me i spelled so many words wrong in my cs oh my god
Silently thanking the young child for interrupting T—Albrecht, her eyes had also wandered towards the clown. The circus opening act seemed to be a tad unhinged. Thinking back to how the man had called himself Albrecht, it lead her to believe that the rest of the people around her were the students of 14-A. Out of all her classmates, the only one that would have the (for lack of a better word,) boldness to make such a sound in public was Phann. She began to further examine the others. Not counting Albrecht, Phann, and herself, there were... four people. The girl that Fae had, at a first glance, deemed to be a very dedicated emo kid looked much more interesting than just that. She stood out in a different way than Phann, the lizardman, and the girl with giant robot arms (holy shit, giant robot arms?) did. As if there was an outside force pulling Fae's eyes towards her. A captivating beauty, to be sure, but one that also looked sinister. Fae forced herself to look away, in fear that some dark being would punish her for staring. Unfortunately, her eyes once again met Albrecht's. A pause would be made to the analyzation of her peers.

Oh. He had called her... Fae. Obviously he wasn't wrong, but to hear it out loud and to realize that that was what he was addressing her by felt strange. Not in a strangely good way, or a way that the girl herself could identify as a bad way. It was like hearing it had disconnected herself from reality. Everything the student-turned-egoistic-paladin said after that sounded different. His voice was melting, if voices could melt, and it turned from comprehensible language to white noise. Fae noticed her vision getting fuzzy as well. All of the colors around her that she was seeing began to mesh into one color. Green. Fitting enough, seeing as that was the only color around them. She put her hands up to touch her face. Smoother than before. Then her ears. Pointy? The only species with pointy ears that she knew of were elves. Was she an elf? Something within her told her that logically, it was her sense of touch failing on her just like her sense of sight and hearing. But another voice, one much stronger and louder than the inner voice she had grown to known, told her she was right. Another thing different about her than before. Another thing separating Fae from the person she had been reborn into now. She began questioning herself. Who is she? She was not Fae. At least, not any longer. The Fae from before her rebirth would've adamantly denied being anything but a human, she wouldn't even have entertained the thought. Yet she had just accepted it so easily. It would make sense to just attribute it to her changing, but it felt more than simply her personality changing. She felt as if she was becoming increasingly distant from the identity she once knew.

"Who am I?"

She had to ask herself the question again, but just thinking about it made her uncomfortable. She started to feel weightless, but not in the 'oh my god this is so amazing' type of way. It was in the 'holy fucking shit what is happening to me this is so scary how do I stop' type of way.

Maybe if she changed her name? But to what?

If it weren't for the roar, she could've easily had lost herself in that trance-like state. F... the girl had turned her head in the general direction of where the roar came almost before the sound had even reached her eyes. Interesting, she thought, but not something for her to dwell on at the moment. There was danger. From which direction, she didn't know. She had pointed out to herself when she woke up that the poles were each pointing in a different cardinal direction, but that had just been from her perspective. The goddess had said to go south, but how could any of them truly be sure which way south was? To trust the nearly broken down pillar to take them to safety seemed foolish. Without a compass (if those even worked in this world), there would be no way to tell. Especially when it was bright, meaning they were without stars.

As with all of her thoughts recently, something had interrupted them. Normally it was harder to divert her attention like this, but there were so many other things to stimulate her in this new world, and the roar sounded far enough away that it wasn't immediate danger as she had first thought. Her eyes became locked on the butterflies, flying closer and closer to her. Thankfully, she'd managed to drown out the sound of Albrecht's voice, so she could focus on these creatures. She held out a finger for one of them to land on so she could closely examine them. 'Beautiful,' she thought. No animal in the human world had given off any aura as strong as theirs. She sensed another force imbued within each of the butterflies, one of life. The one on her finger began to flutter its' wings and fly, much to her disappointment. However, the butterfly stopped and turned around before it got too far away. Unsure of exactly how to take this, the elf decided to walk after the insect. The walk quickly turned into a run after the butterfly began to move again.

It was taking her on a path, one that was making her sense the same energy and life force that she felt from the animal that became her temporary tour guide. This had also confused her. Was it was supposed to tell her that there was some organism beneath the ground that was giving off some sort of power? That didn't feel like the right answer. If not an organism, then it was just energy. Energy that was absolutely everywhere around her. As she followed the butterfly more and more, the energy got even stronger than it was before, like it was building up. To her displeasure, the butterfly began to fly higher and higher. The elf's desire to chase the animal had not faded, however. Out of desperation, she started to jump. As she was jumping, she also began to think. All of this energy around her had to have held some sort of benefit to her. The butterfly had given off the energy when she was holding it, which meant it had to have drawn it in. Setting aside her beliefs that she wouldn't be able to do it, she focused her mind on the energy. It then began to turn from a small tingling sensation into a more prominent vibration in her feet. Think. Think, think, think. What would allow her to get high enough to reach the butterfly? Something that would propel her up into the air. Her first thought—no, her instincts told her it was the air itself. If a strong enough gust of wind could push her off her feet, she could get the elevation required to catch it. Making up her mind, she concentrated on the wind. On creating wind. She felt the energy gather underneath her feet. And as quickly as it gathered, it released even quicker, in the form of the gust of wind she had been thinking of before.

The wind blew away the other butterflies that had flocked to her, leaving them to scatter amongst themselves. It threw her up high above the ground, the wind hitting her face as she flew and blowing both her hair and cloak. As she saw her escort get closer to her face, she stretched out her arms in preparation. Waiting for the perfect moment, she clapped her hands together to catch it. She was careful to not clap them too hard so she wouldn't harm it, but she made sure she was quick enough to not let the bug react. A large grin formed on her face in success, and she felt weightless yet again. This time, it was the good kind of weightless. Followed by the unfortunate realization that what goes up must come down. Even more unfortunately, the thing that went up had decided to come down on a certain elf-dressed-as-a-clown's head.

Whatever. She had more than enough time to think before she inevitably hit the ground. So, how about those names?

Liki? No.

Riki? No.

Rafiki? No.

Tahupotiki? No! ...Maybe?

Her thinking time had run out.
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