Ink Blood said
Thank you. What are the inconsistencies? I'm curious.
At one point it referenced both cocaine and heroin addiction, but switched them around a few times.
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At one point it referenced both cocaine and heroin addiction, but switched them around a few times.
Ink Blood said
I modified my character sheet a bit. Hopefully I covered everything you asked for.
A few minor inconsistencies with the drug references, but essentially it works out to be the same where no matter how much or how hard he tries to receive a high, it will have no effect. In a sense he is doomed to be tortured by his habit now - just as he would with smoking, as he no longer receives the satisfaction from it despite his lust and want to have it.
All in all, there's some you can work with, and I will try to bring you in to the story as right now the first trio are running into each other - we're just waiting on EndCraft's reaction to Jacob's behavior.
Dante Ralston is approved.
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Ink Blood said
Here is my character sheet. Let me know anything that needs changed. Please forgive typos and such. I was forced to type this up on my phone.
In general my request is that you add more detail as to why. For example, what exactly makes him depressed; what was the exact scenario that happened prior to his suicide that drove him that far, and why did he rise as a Revenant? How does he contend with an addiction that can no longer give him his high, as his biological functions have ceased?
Given you wrote this on a phone, it isn't bad at all. I would just like to know more about the character and who and why Wraith exists as well.
Ink Blood said
Are you still accepting players?
The Harbinger of Ferocity said Yes, that they are, and one slot remains; the first individual to be approved can fill that final slot as it is "first come, first served".
There is one slot open for the last and final approved character. Thus far no one has applied.
Stefan0620 said
I'm sorry I'm not posting tonight, but was wondering if we can coordinate like, how we interact in here, before I post something? Do you want Jacob to just walk up to Asher, and be like "I know" and just go outside to talk to him. Spill coffee? Come over and just sit down and talk? I'd prefer to plan this out instead of just freestyling, and waiting for the next person to post to actually initiate the conversation, or something. August could possibly eves drop? If you guys have any better ideas, please, let me know, as I feel like mine are kinda weak, and thats why i'm asking.
In all truth it is however the character would like to approach is my opinion. Jacob, as a lycanthrope, can roughly "sense" Asher as a zoanthrope even though he is not a lycanthrope; it is an uncanny sense of something is off or different, that not everything is in order. One could attribute this general "knowing" to subtle things humans regularly don't utilize to such an extent like scent, or even posture. Small details like a zoanthrope's faint gold to their iris near their pupil are other subtle, otherwise unusual qualities another zoanthrope might accidentally pick up on. It isn't a supernatural sense, it is just an extent of unusual familiarity. In the case of August, a zoanthrope could find subtle clues about her scent, mannerisms, and the like unusual but not in a sort of familiar way - just a sense something is off.
Digressing back to the point, I am not of the belief that it should be upfront and direct - just small things. The spilling of coffee, accidentally bumping into each other, a minor traffic accident in the parking lot, all sort of normal interaction. It could also just be as direct as Jacob staring at Asher or August, or giving either of them an unusual friendliness or approach, or doing the exact opposite and being uncharacteristically cold because that unusual feeling he'd receive about either is perhaps unnerving.
At very worst if neither character opt to interact, I as the game master will just conjure up an accident (or incident) of the same level I described to sort of steer the characters into one another, even literally if need be. All in all, however you think Jacob as an individual would react to Asher or August is best given it is your turn to post, provided it isn't disruptive (as that isn't befitting of his aforementioned and described personality).
ChibiYuki said
Are people still allowed to join?
Yes, that they are, and one slot remains; the first individual to be approved can fill that final slot as it is "first come, first served".
Stefan0620 said
Oh, fair enough
It is only fair to us as players that the established deadline be followed so we can enjoy ourselves without finding our current group left hanging.
Stefan0620 said
I suppose it doesn't make much sense to wait on the vampire in daylight. I'll post tomorrow
Her profile has not yet been approved and I've seen no edits on it, so it is safe to proceed for the time being. If she's approved at a later date, I'll work her into the story.
Looking into the narrow mirror fixed near the front window, Asher cinched the dark blue tie ever so slightly; adjusting the collar to better seat the silk-like neck ornament. Attention at first focused so intensely on himself, he sat back as an unusual twitch up his spine raised the hair on the back of his neck. Pausing, hands still fixed to the tie, his eyes shifted from himself in the mirror to the world further behind and what it held, to which he noted a woman in a dark dress; her heel pressed to the concrete snuffed out a formerly lit cigarette before she disappeared into the coffee shop. Exhaling again now, his breathing having paused, Asher looked into the passenger side mirror then the one closest to him on the driver side with rising suspicion and unusual paranoia - like he expected to see someone staring him down, but there wasn't anyone there.
Uneasily, he looked around, attempting to maintain a sense of casualness; if he was being observed, he didn't want to alarm the observers. Nodding a little, he glanced back in the rear view mirror to see a man with blond hair finish paying for his coffee and seemingly search for a seat. The features of the man obscured by the glare on the store's window, Asher couldn't identify anything about him - nothing concrete at least. With a sigh and shaking his head he reached for the door's latch and stepped out of the car and was immediately assaulted by several distinct scents that made him slow as he turned to thought.
The first was of a man, or what one should smell like, but it was strange in that it was something he could recognize as a person. Asher knew his senses were sharpened at other times, namely ones under the full moon, but this was different. Almost panicked, he looked at his watch hastily; hands still very human, and the hour still quite early, this entire morning was off. The second was the woman, followed by her smoke, the latter of which was the most normal of things as people smoked all the time, as much as Asher didn't approve. But both of these people, just like how they caught his eye, caught his nose as well and raised a sense of alertness in him; like several great predators had stumbled on to each other at the same kill and were, as of now, not yet aware of the others' presence.
Palm on the door with the other in his pocket, Asher shut the car and locked it before turning to face the coffee shop; its dull purple and yellow color scheme having faded slightly in the sunlight, mixing in with the paleness of its tertiary white color. With one last look around, he noted the world was going on, with or without him and his paranoia, but he couldn't shake the feeling - not this time. This was different... very different.
Opening the door, he entered, not recognizing the man he saw earlier now sat in a corner table by himself as he headed toward the line. Now behind the woman in purple, Asher's suspicions never eased, and as he looked around he noted that the world was still going full steam ahead on normalcy; that not for a moment did anyone suspect anything. Trying to gather his surroundings, Asher noted the man paying at the counter was in uniform with a sidearm on his hip - a triangular black, gold and blue patch on his tan shirt sleeve with a golden star affixed to his chest; a deputy. The killer in Asher wasn't afraid - he did what he had to - but the man that was Asher, very much was. Wanting the deputy to be leaving as soon as remotely possible, Asher composed himself as best he could, beginning to listen in to the sounds that filled the air.
A television in the background featured a reporter rambling about an armed man found dead in an alley after what appeared to be a large animal attack; a single shot having been discharged from the weapon. Looking down, Asher realized he had subconsciously been touching his most recent scar, and proceeded on to try and mask his behavior by straightening his dress shirt as the line moved along; the strange woman in purple ahead of him clicking as she took another step in her heels on the tiled floor.
Looking the woman over briefly, she seemed momentarily lapsed in concentration - like she had some sort of flash or revelation. It was subtle, but at the same time Asher had grown increasingly successful at reading body language; that, in a way, it was a second tongue - one he didn't understand or want. It wasn't meant for him... he shouldn't know, as he shouldn't, in all actuality... be. Noting her attention returning, his eyes, and focus turned away and toward the coffee selection.
Uneasily, he looked around, attempting to maintain a sense of casualness; if he was being observed, he didn't want to alarm the observers. Nodding a little, he glanced back in the rear view mirror to see a man with blond hair finish paying for his coffee and seemingly search for a seat. The features of the man obscured by the glare on the store's window, Asher couldn't identify anything about him - nothing concrete at least. With a sigh and shaking his head he reached for the door's latch and stepped out of the car and was immediately assaulted by several distinct scents that made him slow as he turned to thought.
The first was of a man, or what one should smell like, but it was strange in that it was something he could recognize as a person. Asher knew his senses were sharpened at other times, namely ones under the full moon, but this was different. Almost panicked, he looked at his watch hastily; hands still very human, and the hour still quite early, this entire morning was off. The second was the woman, followed by her smoke, the latter of which was the most normal of things as people smoked all the time, as much as Asher didn't approve. But both of these people, just like how they caught his eye, caught his nose as well and raised a sense of alertness in him; like several great predators had stumbled on to each other at the same kill and were, as of now, not yet aware of the others' presence.
Palm on the door with the other in his pocket, Asher shut the car and locked it before turning to face the coffee shop; its dull purple and yellow color scheme having faded slightly in the sunlight, mixing in with the paleness of its tertiary white color. With one last look around, he noted the world was going on, with or without him and his paranoia, but he couldn't shake the feeling - not this time. This was different... very different.
Opening the door, he entered, not recognizing the man he saw earlier now sat in a corner table by himself as he headed toward the line. Now behind the woman in purple, Asher's suspicions never eased, and as he looked around he noted that the world was still going full steam ahead on normalcy; that not for a moment did anyone suspect anything. Trying to gather his surroundings, Asher noted the man paying at the counter was in uniform with a sidearm on his hip - a triangular black, gold and blue patch on his tan shirt sleeve with a golden star affixed to his chest; a deputy. The killer in Asher wasn't afraid - he did what he had to - but the man that was Asher, very much was. Wanting the deputy to be leaving as soon as remotely possible, Asher composed himself as best he could, beginning to listen in to the sounds that filled the air.
A television in the background featured a reporter rambling about an armed man found dead in an alley after what appeared to be a large animal attack; a single shot having been discharged from the weapon. Looking down, Asher realized he had subconsciously been touching his most recent scar, and proceeded on to try and mask his behavior by straightening his dress shirt as the line moved along; the strange woman in purple ahead of him clicking as she took another step in her heels on the tiled floor.
Looking the woman over briefly, she seemed momentarily lapsed in concentration - like she had some sort of flash or revelation. It was subtle, but at the same time Asher had grown increasingly successful at reading body language; that, in a way, it was a second tongue - one he didn't understand or want. It wasn't meant for him... he shouldn't know, as he shouldn't, in all actuality... be. Noting her attention returning, his eyes, and focus turned away and toward the coffee selection.
The first post is up, essentially giving some current backstory and motivation, and giving the characters a chance to meet by a twist of fate on truly neutral ground. Enjoy, and I look forward to seeing your posts.
XecutionerRex said
Alright. Thanks a lot; I'll be sure to look into this.
You're quite welcome.
Sarcor said
This is all well and good, but at first glance when I saw this post I believed that I was looking at a proposal for describing a creature from the Warhammer 40k universe: Why not use the descriptor Therianthrope?
Personal preference more or less, and the content toward the beginning of the document I have actually notes they're used interchangeably in conjunction with beast specific ones like lycanthrope, ailuranthrope, cynanthrope, etc.
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