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The Taygete Project

Sure, you could DM it to me and I can look it over.

The Taygete Project

@LegacyAbraham

You can go ahead and do it right away. If you need referential information for specific locations/world details, let me know. If you'd rather I write a starter for your character to jump into, we can discuss that as well!

The Taygete Project

@LegacyAbraham
I don’t see any changes that need to be made, go ahead and add it.

I’ll leave the application status open in case another person wants to join, in the meantime you guys can work on your opening posts. Let me know if you guys need help or information on anything specific to the city, or if you need me to make a starter for you.

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@Sniblet
Everything looks good here, feel free to bring it over to the Characters tab.

Nowhere Train (Interest Check)

As promised, here's my submission.

Sunflower

"Criticize ideas, not people."

【 Sunflower 】

name → Celia Callum
nicknames → Cece/Goldie
age → 24
birthdate → April 22
gender → Female
height/weight → 5'8", 122 lbs.
sexual orientation → Hetero
occupation → Photographer

. Sincere . Furtive . Insightful .
. Reserved . Intuitive . Indecisive .

Celia lived a mostly quiet life, growing up in a cottage near a lighthouse which her parents tended. The friends she made were never lifelong, with her shy and withdrawn nature proving ever the obstacle in maintaining connections. While other children played and socialized, Celia took to whatever hobbies that caught her interest. Theater would have been productive were it not for the stage fright. Choir for the same reason. Pottery and sewing were manageable for a while, but never grasped Celia's interest for long.

She graduated college later on as an English major, with the intent of becoming a teacher after earning her certification. Her true inspiration came one day when she witnessed the sight of doves flying towards the horizon against the sun-streaked clouds; a moment she wished she had a camera for, and one she would be sure to be prepared for again. Celia took to the art of photography, spending her days finding candid moments to capture and building her portfolio. Her work caught the attention of many clients who booked her for weddings, calendars, and the like. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Celia had found a craft that stuck.

As a further sign that her world was going to be shaken up as she knew it, an old friend had reached out to Celia, inviting her to the town of Avalon. Leaving her better judgment behind, she allowed her whim to take up the offer while she still had her momentum.

LIST OF SKILLS​

+ Good with animals.
+ Has uncanny luck with games of chance, though she tends to avoid gambling.
+ Sharp eyesight, can spot minute details and read lips.

TRIVIA → Once waited three hours in line for an autograph from one of her favorite actors. Proceeded to step out of line and go home before her turn because she got nervous.

+ Poetry + Nature + Italian food +
- Owing favors - Dishonesty - Being wasteful -

"Let's not fret over the end while the journey still presses on."​

♫

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@Sniblet
You're off to a good start with a character that fits the setting, however there are some things I'm going to need clarification on before I give your CS my approval. You don't have to play an "extremist," just someone who has grown weary of the status quo, and how they go about that is up to the player. This is not intended to be a true "slice-of-life" or an entirely gritty story, though it can reach both ends of the spectrum. If anything, I'm going for "provocative" in a loose sense of the word. Now would also be a good time for me to set more defined boundaries in terms of what I'm looking for. Everyone else should consider the following as general ground rules to consider when making their sheets. Here's my breakdown:

She gets along well with the gangs of Herse, occasionally acting with them for self-sustenance, and has a following of her own. “Sprawl Shadow,” a hybrid political activist group, urban terrorist organization, and apocalypse cult, is based somewhere deep in the web, somewhat tolerated in Shoegazer forums, and dogwhistled about on Pasithee. She doesn’t run things – she’s not an organizer, and barely a leader. But when she speaks, the oldest members listen to her.

Law enforcement knows her by her screen name only. Dies Lovis finds her equally intriguing, and is equally shut out.

Having a small start-up following is fine, but characters should not start the story with significant notoriety. The idea is that each character starts off at the lowest rung of their intended affiliations and gradually gain influence through their actions established in the story and their presence in the city both online and off (they don't have to actively use Parsithee, their presence online can still build up via rumor and word of mouth.) Having an "in" with other existing factions outside of your own immediate circle is where I'll have to cut you off. There are implications to affiliating with other gangs, especially since they are always at war with each other. Allying with or doing favors for one gang will make you an enemy of another, and this will cause conflicts of interest for your character if they do not make their allegiances clear or associate with more factions than they can keep track of. Having a bad attitude is a given for an aspiring anarchist in Herse, but trying to brute force your way into power is a quick way of having your story cut short. There are advantages in subtlety, too.

My dreams are real.
Cherry straddles some unseen line between this world and another. She sees visions. She hears voices. One day, they stopped lying to her.
The connection stretches both ways. The best way to put is that her own spirit can act as a sort of poltergeist. When she is agitated – which is often – lights may flicker, objects may topple, and others may see glimpses of what she sees.
Her control over this is questionable, indirect, and uncertain. When she’s angry at the world, it may be altered, and sometimes that can get in her way. When she’s angry at you, you are in danger – sometimes more than she wants.
This influence stretches as far as she can physically see and hear. A telescope extends her range. A television does not.

This is what's keeping me from green-lighting this CS most right now. What is this power supposed to be if it were to be classified in a single word? It's too vague in interpretation that it appears to range from telekinesis to full on powers of creation (the latter of which I am not going to allow.) Note that an X-Factor is a talent or ability that allows a character to hold their own in terms of establishing their relevance, and not to serve as a substitute for their entire identity. As I've said in the Interest Check, the supernatural exists, but it isn't the primary focus of the story. The stronger or more overtuned an X-Factor is, the more likely I'm going to insist on restrictions/drawbacks or outright veto it. Also keep in mind that in the same sense of associating with other factions, having inhuman ability on full display will paint a target on your back. I'm not saying this as a deterrent from having a power, but it is something to be aware of in terms of story direction. There will be people who will want to exploit your character's power for their own gain. There will be people who will try to make your character a statistic if they are deemed a threat. The fact that player characters can have powers implies that there are other people in the city that can have them too, and you will get their attention.

That's all I really wanted to go over. If you want to revise and resubmit your CS with what I've said in mind, I'll take a look at it again. If you want to discuss with me things you want to have established for your character or have questions, feel free to ask. Thanks for your interest. (The image links in "visions" show up as a 403 Error for me, by the way. Just wanted to let you know.)

Nowhere Train (Interest Check)

If it's still available, I can submit something for Sunflower.

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“I am an upstanding citizen and a model employee.”

A facade of confidence, words spoken to a mirror. “If I stick to the program and work hard, I will be rewarded,” the reflection responded. Straightening his tie and coffee in hand, the man stepped outside his door. He turned left to wave at his neighbor; she waved back. He turned right to wave at his other neighbor; nobody home. Strange. His other neighbor was always there every morning at the same exact time, but he had been gone for a week. Must be on vacation, the man thought. If I work hard, I’ll get a vacation too. Taygete Bay is nice this time of year.

After the morning commute on the metro, the man found his home away from home: an office cubicle number 612. Some would say it was cramped, but he would call it cozy. Cozy, yes, for it was all the space he needed for his work. A large stack of papers greeted him on his desk, and thus began another day for the rest of his life.

Time passes in ticks,
the mountain of papers fade.
Work is done at last.

A frozen Salisbury steak waited for him back at his apartment, ready to meet the microwave. He ate his dinner in deafening silence, letting his gaze wander over to the wallpaper peeling more with each passing day. “I’ll get a better place soon,” he said to himself. Soon, but how soon? It was a question he never had the answer to. Then he was off to bed early, so he could get up in time for work tomorrow.

New day, same sun. “I am an upstanding citizen and a model employee.” This was the mantra he stuck to every morning. It was good to have a mantra. He waved to his neighbor. She waved back. He turned to the right—still nobody home.

“He passed away,” she said. “What a shame. Nobody ever knew him.”

“These things happen,” he replied.

Another ride on the metro, another elevator to his cubicle, and another stack of papers. Then it was home for another frozen dinner.

Over and over…

Consistency was nice – nothing ever threw him off his rhythm, and that was the way he liked it. That was until one day he coughed, and a spray of red caught onto his sleeve. Blood. His. Am I getting sick? He thought. No, it’s probably nothing. Just seasonal allergies is all. He couldn’t allow himself to get sick – he had a quota after all, and he never fell behind. Today would be no different.

“I am an upstanding citizen and a model employee.”

He continued his days working and working, never noticing his skin turning pale. Working and working, shutting out the sounds of his coughs. Working and working, his breaths becoming heavy. One day he would come home, never realizing that he would never wake up again. Taygete would never stop for him, nor would it ever remember the man in cubicle 612.

What a shame. Nobody ever knew him.
But then again… these things happen.

♫

The Taygete Project

Added the "Chart A Course" section in the OP to help clarify what the roleplay is about.

The Taygete Project

The thread for the roleplay is finally up here.
For everyone still interested, please post your character applications in the OoC tab for approval. I will also answer any questions in the thread.