#but like... If it were the small tumblr rp crowd...

[holyguardian]

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

In some ways it has changed a lot but in other ways it feels the same because I keep a similar crowd as back then haha. Lots of shenanigans and "I will invade your inbox with my nonsense and you're gonna like it" hours.

I almost answered this upbeat, but this is about salt and I do remember a few things that I didn't vibe with from yesteryears.

Magic anon asks can stay buried deep in the past. Never liked them, never understood them, no thanks. It felt very demanding and I'd delete them on sight (if I post a prompt, I'm opening my character to receive that content, but these bastards appeared out of thin air).

Follow forever lists. Those were exclusively posted at "milestones" when a blog hit a follower count. Thinking back on them it felt more about posting the number of followers a blog had than an appreciation post, but that's my take. I'm guilty of them too and now that I'm a well-seasoned scrungly roleplayer, I don't know, I guess I grew out of it / bots made it pointless / I don't see a reason to broadcast the follower number now when a lot of blogs are archived / -blog / abandoned. Besides that, I much prefer people sliding direct into ask boxes or posting in all caps at gremlin hours about this person or that person because that's infinitely more genuine and heartfelt.

Last one. Posting a new follower a small starter as a welcome. Those stressed me out, on both ends, feeling obligated to write something or to respond. So many blogs practiced it at that time and my heart couldn't take it.

[riacte]

Dogwarts / 3rd Life Cheat Sheet for MCC 15 Purple Pandas

Ren and Martyn were buddies in Season 1 of the 3rd Life SMP and they are an alliance known as the Renchanting duo/ Kingdom of Dogwarts. Now they’re finally teamed up, and the 3rd Life SMP members have a habit of referring to 3rd Life in MCC. The Ren-Martyn fandom also talks about Dogwarts a lot. If you have no idea what is a Dogwarts and why people love them, no fear! This post will try to explain it in simple terms.

3rd Life SMP is a SMP started by Grian. Season 1 has 14 members (roughly half are hermits, other half are friends of the hermits. You can find the full list in the description of Ren’s 3rd Life videos.) Everyone on the server has three lives— the first life symbolised by green names, second by yellow names, third by red names. If you lose all three lives, you permadie. Green names and yellow names are not allowed to be hostile unless they were attacked first, but the goal of red names is to kill everyone on the server. The three lives are also symbolised by three hearts, like this:

(Fun fact: Because of the green-yellow-red colours, the subtwt for 3rd Life is called traffictwt after traffic lights. The 3rd Life tumblr fandom is occasionally referred to as trafficblr.)

3rd Lifers record every week for three hours at the same time with proximity chat. The server has a small border to encourage interaction. They are eight sessions in total, and they’re all cut into YouTube episodes (no streams!), so it’s fairly bingeable.

So what’s the deal with Martyn and Ren?

Ren decided to set up an enchanting shop during the first session. Martyn was wandering around and having fun scaring people with creeper noises until he came to Ren’s enchanting shop. Martyn then used Ren’s enchanting service without paying (essentially a robbery), but Ren let Martyn go on the condition Martyn would act as a walking free advertisement. Martyn agreed, and they became business partners. Martyn actually coined the name Renchanting and its motto “Don’t be a Dog, be a God”. Ren named Martyn as his “marketing manager” (which sounds a little like Martynmanager).

True to his word, Martyn went around and spread the good news of Renchanting to everyone. Martyn brought business to Renchanting, and when Ren was being threatened by customers (who harassed Ren into lower his prices/ giving out enchantments for free), Martyn acted defensive of Ren and even said Ren was being “bullied”. Ren was being taken advantage of because he was too nice. (Martyn did do some stuff not related to Ren, but since this is a Dogwarts cheat sheet I won’t be mentioning that.)

Then came GoodTimesWithScar. The main “villain” to Renchanting, if you will.

Basically, Scar was playing the role of a cartoon villain. He scammed people out of their armour and possessions, and eventually found his way to Renchanting. At that point, Martyn and Ren were loyal to each other. Scar asked for Ren’s enchanting table. In return, when Scar turned red, he would not kill Ren and Martyn. Ren appeared to be torn, but due to Martyn depending on him and the business, he refused Scar’s offer (“you can’t take the enchanting out of Renchanting!”). Scar also acted condescending to Martyn (Martyn was seen as Ren’s “minion”). So Ren and Martyn were officially on Scar’s kill list, but Ren did not regret it.

At some point, Ren got tired of people walking into his store and stepping all over him, so he built high walls around the Renchanting building. Everyone (including Renchanting themselves) broke through the walls, and this was a running gag. Ren declared himself king by wearing the crown he got from MCC9 Blue Bats.

Note: Ren was kind, and it was the cruel world that forced Ren to be defensive. Other POVs paint them as the villain but Dogwarts enthusiasts will say that is not the case AT ALL.

Time passed. Scar turned red. He and his buddy Grian set up traps at Renchanting, and one blew up Ren and a bunch of other people. Ren, now a yellow name, was furious, but could not get his revenge because yellow names were not allowed to hurt other players. So naturally, Ren decided to become a red.

Ren renamed an axe to “RED WINTER IS COMING” and gave it to Martyn to chop his head off. (There’s some dramatic roleplay here, highly recommend a watch.) Martyn painfully did, and the message “Red Winter is Coming” was shown in the chat, which told everyone that Ren meant business. To test Martyn’s loyalty, Ren told Martyn he could kill him if he wanted to. Ren, freshly respawned and without armour, punched Martyn. Martyn, as a green name, could attack Ren due to Ren attacking first. However, Martyn did not kill Ren, and dramatically declared Ren was the one who showed him life, and thus he would return the favour.

So Ren was known as the Red King (with grey skin, bloodied MCC crown, and a Scottish/pirate accent). Martyn became known as the King’s Hand, and called Ren “my lord” “my liege”. Later, Martyn acquired an outfit with a cloak and a red hand on the back of the cloak, which is now used to symbolise Martyn.

They established the Kingdom of Dogwarts (after Hogwarts and the enchanting/magic gimmick) to find more allies (notable ones include Ethoslab and Skizzleman). Allies could stick a Red Banner in their base to show loyalty, members were called Red Knights / Red Army.

A Red Banner (the design is supposed to be blood dripping down):

Without spoiling too much, Ren and Martyn remained loyal to each other till the very end. They were very dramatic (even jokingly called homoerotic by some lmao) and had many hardcore quotes, and are highly beloved. They are the most dramatic and RP intensive group on the server. So people want Dogwarts, the king and his hand, together again.

A small sample of quotes that might be referenced:

I think going red next week is in my fate. It’s in my cards. There will be blood, for this. A king cannot be king without war. (Ren)

I won’t do it! You took me in when I was a lowly traveller, goin’ across the lands, searchin’ the four corners of this world. I learned that there was nothing in this world for me. Nothing but walls, corners, edges. And you know what? You showed me life. As much as I’ve taken it from you, you gave it back to me in bucket fulls. and I just- I’m with you. This is us now. This is us. (Martyn)

If we're going to survive the Red Winter, we gotta do it together, laddies. Hand in hand. Rotten hand in hand of the living. To the end! (Ren)

It’s just the world versus us. (Martyn)

(Note: Dogwarts refers to the group of people allied with Ren and Martyn, including Etho and Skizzleman. Renchanting duo refers to Ren and Martyn ONLY)

Other references:

Joel notably screamed “THE RED KING DIES TONIGHT, FELLAS!” with a crowd of wolves following him

Dogwarts killed Grian and Scar’s llama Pizza because Scar stole a Red Banner

Jimmy and Scott were flower husbands. Jimmy thought Renchanting was going to sacrifice Scott.

Everyone else in MCC (Grian, Scott, Jimmy, Joel) were enemies with Dogwarts

The 3rd Lifers reference 3rd Life a lot despite it being over. Martyn even fought for Dogwarts in MCC14 and MCCP but failed. Haha.

The fandom commonly refers to Purple15 as King (Ren), Queen (False), Ace (Illumina), and Joker/Hand (Martyn) after playing cards.

This is it, I am tired, this is probably too long but I feel I skipped a lot of details. If anyone has anything to add or correct, feel free to do so. Also, I’m pretty certain this won’t appear in the tags, so please reblog! Thank you, and Red Winter is Coming.

(I might add a reblog detailing False’s very much fanon involvement in Dogwarts, and why everyone was so hyped for Renchanting + False.)

[dusterson]

Still alive. Still not great. Will be downsizing following list some time. It's overwhelming. We like small groups. This has become a crowd, and crowds make us shut down. We've been shutting down bit by bit as it is. We no longer agree on what to do with the blog or the story behind it.

I want to include others in the universe we've made; it feels intrusive to do so, like a burden. But we made this Dustin and his AU to write Dustin in said AU. The way tumblr rp works, verse this verse that, it confuses me on how to include multiple people when it feels like every single thread is in its own bubble.

How can the muse grow? How do you write a multiverse aware muse, when the idea of multiverse has become the exact opposite of being aware it exists? That's not multiverse. That's having multiple versions of the same character in a cell. These cells do not know they touch. They used to know. I miss when Luce Worth was best friends with Luce Worth and they were both Satan (literally). I miss when Hanna was friends with werewolf!Hanna who was friends with robot!Hanna...

I'm getting away from myself here.

my discord is Saahs#6336 but I barely talk to anyone there either. I just don't talk. I'm sorry to everyone.

[maxparkhurst]

OC Info: Max Parkhurst

[Art done by Hvitkanen]

the basics –––

NAME: Maxinora Parkhurst

AGE: 25

BIRTHDAY: December 12th

RACE: Kul’tiran Human

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single 

SERVER: WrA/MG-US

FACTION: Alliance

FACIAL REFERENCE/LIKENESS: Luca Hollestelle

physical appearance –––

HAIR: Auburn

EYES: Hazel

HEIGHT: 5′4″

BUILD: Lithe

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

Blind in the left eye

Glossy, pock-marked burn scars along her face covered by a black band

Full tattoo sleeves

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Cigarette tin and matchbook

Crimson shard tied around her neck with a piece of ribbon

Small leather bound book, stuffed and bulging with loose leaf paper.

Box of chalk. 

Holster holding a myriad of potions, tinctures, and tonics

Chemical-stained, ashen gloves. They were black at one point in time. 

[Art done by Maoxfhan]

personal –––

PROFESSION: Alchemist | Proprietor of Parkhurst Alchemy: Potions for All Afflictions 

HOBBIES: Work is her hobby. Reading light novels, specifically thrillers and murder mysteries. People watching. Window perching. “Competitive” and “cathartic” brawling. Drinking obscene amounts of coffee. Tinkering with formulas. 

LANGUAGES: Common 

RESIDENCE: Trade District; Stormwind City

BIRTHPLACE: Upton; Boralus, Kul’Tiras

RELIGION: More attached to the principles of Equivalent Exchange and alchemy. Believer of Destiny and the Unspoken Language. 

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Agoraphobia- “an anxiety disorder characterized by symptoms of anxiety in situations where the person perceives their environment to be unsafe with no easy way to escape. Includes crowded or wide open areas.”  

relationships –––

SPOUSE/PARTNER: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Samuel Parkhurst (Father; deceased) and Martha Parkhurst (Mother; deceased) 

SIBLINGS: Augustine Parkhurst (Younger brother; alive) 

OTHER RELATIVES: A few aunts and uncles long since forgotten in Kul’tiras

PETS: Calcifer (Shop Cat) 

traits –––

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information –––

SMOKING HABIT: never / tried but didn’t stick / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / tried but didn’t stick / sometimes / frequently / to excess / sober

ALCOHOL: never / tried but didn’t stick /sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[Art done by Frrrozi]

RP hooks –––

FOREIGNER: The note of an accent in Max’s voice is hint enough. Each word is rounded at the edge, spoken on an airy drawl in display of a Kul’tiran accent. Parkhurst will always sound more like “Pak-hust” from her lips. She appeared in Stormwind seemingly overnight and the struggles of settling in a new city with new cultures and people have struck Max hard. She works more than the average person in order to make the rent, pay her debt, and see her brother through his apprenticeship. Those from either Upton or Mariner’s Row might be familiar be with the red-head, remembering her as either a sprite of an apprentice or a jaded courier. 

ONCE AN APPRENTICE: Those from Boralus may remember a distinct gentleman by the name of James Reynolds. An eccentric man know for his alchemical arts and theories on transmutation. He claimed only a few as apprentices. One of which was a girl whose love for alchemy and thirst for knowledge knew no bounds. He cultivated her passion. Allowed her to drink from an endless reservoir of knowledge until her sudden resignation. No other apprentice came under his tutelage after. 

NEFARIOUS AFFAIRS: Rumors of the eldest Parkhurst’s incarceration still lurk long after her release. Under what pretenses? Depends on who you ask. Some says arson, other theft. A few say murder. 

OMENS WRITTEN IN CRIMSON: Max runs an honest business in the Mage Quarter. Sells ethical potions and remedies for fair prices. But that wasn’t always the case. Her dealing with the Seventh Son’s Trading Company are anything but forgotten. Those with priviledged contacts might associate the Alchemist’s face with the cultivator of the mutagen known as “Crimson.” 

UNLIKELY PAIR: Max currently hosts her younger brother as both ward and apprentice in her home. The siblings are like two different sides of the same coin. Where Max is introverted, methodical, and callused, Augustine is extroverted, impulsive, and optimistic. An unlikely pair that works seamlessly well as they garner fame for their alchemical work together. 

[Art done by Em Ryn]

OOC & Contact Info   ––– –

“Hey, my dudes. I’m just a dork looking for good vibes!”

CONTACT: In-game RP is honestly the best method for me; however, I am flexible with Tumblr and Discord so long as you’re chill with delayed responses. I am willing to give out Discord and Bnet deeds upon request and with a bit of interaction. Throw something in my Tumblr DMs/Inbox if you wanna brainstorm!

You can reach me in-game as: Maxinora 

SCHEDULE: What is a schedule? I do not know. I barely have one. BUT! I do live in an Eastern time zone, so I’m usually popping in-game around 6PM-7PM server time depending on RL stuff. 

BIG NOTES: 

I like to write BIG, THICC emotes and responses. If that overwhelms or annoys you, don’t be afraid to tell me and I’ll dial it back! 

I am open to a lot of different themes, though would prefer a heads-up with darker ones. 

Don’t be afraid to approach with any questions or ideas you might have about the siblings! Let the creativity flow. 

Anyone and everyone is welcomed to reference these two so long as you give me a bit of a heads-up :) 

[serwynterwulf]

LFRP Braxis Wynterwulf

“The Savage Knight”

The Basics

Age: Late 30′s

Birthday: Unknown

Race: Highlander

Gender: Male

Sexuality:  Heterosexual

Marital Status:  Single

Server:  Balmung

Physical Appearance

Hair:  Light Brown

Eyes: Icy blue

Height: 6′8

Build: Muscular

Distinguishing Marks: Three scars on his face, prosthetic magitek left hand, various cuts, bite, burn and claw marks are scattered across his body. Tattoo’s on his shoulders/arms.

Common Accessories: Wolf and Dragon Claws/Fangs, Family Ring, Various rune marked bracers and charms.

Personal

Profession: Dragoon / Mercenary

Hobbies: Fighting, Feasting, Hunting, Training, Fighting, Drinking, Fighting

Languages: Common

Residence: The Pillars

Birthplace: Limsa

Religion: Ancestral Worship + The Twelve.

Patron Deity: Halone & Rhalgr

Fears: Failure, Being too weak, Being the one his family and clan dies with.

Relationships

Spouse: N/A

Children: Io Saarwulf (Adopted)

Parents: Ragnar Direwulf (Deceased) Beatrice Beatsong (Deceased)

Siblings: Quill Sureshot, Roric Eldar,  Venoiux Grinningwulf, Asmaria Soulmender and about 4 more he doesn’t list off often.

Distance Relatives: Asher Rukoth (Cousin), Aelin Stormwulf (Cousin), Kilaani Bloodwulf (Cousin, Deceased), Alexander Greywolf (Uncle, Deceased) Delvaani Songwulf (Aunt, Deceased), Astrid Redwulf (Cousin, MIA), Hunter Ironwulf (Cousin, MIA), Connor Wulf (Nephew, MIA) Siv Wulf (Niece, MIA) Jorgen Frostwulf (Grandfather….Frozen?)  Sigrid Bloodwulf (Grandmother, also frozen.) Hugo Boulderfist (Uncle, Father like figure from mother’s side.)

Pets: Snow, a Coerthas bred Ghost Wolf. A silent, grumpy canine. Along with Pup a Natalan War Wolf and Coerthas Ghost Wolf mutt. A more friendly, slightly smaller version of Snow

Additional Notes:

Bastard: Born out of wedlock to a traveling Ishgardian Knight and a daughter of an Ala Mhigan merchant. With his fathers early death it left him and his newly disowned mother in Limsa for many years.

Prosthetic Hand: Losing his left hand near the end of the Dragonsong War was a blow to the highlander both in mind and body. But after four prototype hands and thanks to Asher. The man now boasts a well made and “Braxis Proof” Prosthetic magitek hand. Allowing him to control his aether more efficiently, even recently covered in various runic markings.

Card: https://braxis.carrd.co

ART: https://imgur.com/a/YOGOS

Traits

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

RP Hooks

Including but not limited to..

Hooligan Years: Despite acting as if he has lived in Ishgard all his years. This Ishgardian bastard born spent his childhood in the streets and waters of Limsa Lominsa. You might recognize this hooligan street rat if you stared at him long enough.

Former Dragoon:  Serving in the Order of the Dragoon for six ~ eight years, being retired from the order shortly before the end of the Dragonsong War. Although temporarily brought back in when the battles climax rose to the heavens at the very gates of The Holy See. It would be easy for a fellow Dragoon to spot this war tested veteran.

Ishgardian Noble: A fact about himself he begrudgingly accepts. With the previous Lord of Wulves, Alexander Greywulf’s passing at the end of the Dragonsong War. Leadership of the Houses Warbands and the House Itself have fallen onto the shoulders of this Highlander. Any of Ishgards noble would have an easy time spotting this Savage Knight amongst a crowd of nobles.

White Wolf of Coerthas: Was a title earned in his years as a Dragoon. Leading small hunting parties or pairs with ruthless efficiency like a wolf hunting its prey. His most common partner was another dragoon of renown, Claude Duval the Bronze Dragoon. The two were well known for constantly one upping one another.

Mercenary Warband: Either it be earning coin and glory to keep their household a float. Dispatching The Holy See and her allies enemies, or plundering and raiding Garlean assets. It would not be uncommon to hear of his company’s boasting in local taverns or similar venues. ((FC Card: https://wm-rp.carrd.co/ )

Contact Information

Tumblr: @serwynterwulf or @braxis-ooc​

Twitter: @BraxisRp

Discord: Braxis#1996

OOC information

I work from 8am - 4pm EST and I am normally not on till roughly and hour or two after that pending on what is going on IRL.

I am over the age of 21 and do enjoy Dark/Mature Rp, etc, even more so if it serves a greater story arc. Although I do find casual RP even more so with this character highly enjoyable.  I am looking for all sorts of connections for this character. Ships and the such I am more then happy to discuss.

[whitherliliesbloom]

tbh im surprised nobody's gotten upset with you over playing a lala and shipping, last time i tried to rp i got so much hate for shipping my lala with others... alas I am too timid and deleted. carry on, brave soldier... maybe one day some of your courage will rub off on me and i will join the ranks of rp blogs on tumblr once more... but until then, I will watch and support from the shadows!

I wish I could agree with you on that, but unfortunately there have been people who got upset with me for those very same things.. and not a small number, either. I just don’t give any of those people the attention that they beg for. 

I’m really sorry that you were harassed for playing a lala and shipping with them of all things. I’m not exactly a RP blog (although I hope to be able to start rping once i’m less busy), but I’m definitely aware of the discourse and toxicity that gets thrown around in this fandom sometimes. And ESPECIALLY if you play a lala, because god forbid people read the numerous nuances ffxiv provides that disprove the fact that lalafell are children over and over again... 

I’d just like to assure you that you’re not alone. There are many, many other lalafell players out there who get the same shit from the same crowd. And it definitely sucks. It can destroy your morale and make you feel so anxious, alone and helpless that you just give up. I’ve been there.

But I hope you’ll be able to get into it again. Because those people don’t deserve to be able to strip away what you enjoy doing and what makes you happy. 

If you ever do come back, I’ll be more than happy to shower you with all the love and support that you deserve, just as I’ve found a circle of friends who have done so much to support me here.

[apexarrow]

Official LFRP post.

Shiloh Artorian

The Basics ––– –

Age: 27

Birthday: 16th sun of the third umbral moon

Race: Hyur / Midlander

Gender: female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Not looking.

Server: Mateus

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Naturally Black. Was Bleached to platinum blonde during the events of ARR, then dyed black again during the events of Heavensward. Sometimes faint, faded remnants of blonde peek through.

Eyes: Malachite Green.

Height: 5′8″

Build: Average with a strong torso and arms from years of fighting with a bow and arrow.

Distinguishing Marks: Nothing particularly noteworthy.

Common Accessories: Big hats, typically adorned with a plume. A pair of elegant red and green earrings. Long boots with heels. When on the job, is armed with either a compound bow and arrow, or a large rifle. 

Voice: Bonnie Gordon as Eva Roux

Personal ––– –

Profession: Leader of La Trouvaille, a small mercenary company that specializes in search-and-rescue and bounty-hunting jobs under the radar. They skirt the line of legality in the pursuit of justice, and often operate in secret. Former innkeeper, tavern bard and Gold Saucer Chocobo race jockey. 

Hobbies: Singing, dancing, dolling herself up in expensive clothes and makeup, accompanying Galaihaurat ( @honourateventide​ ) just about anywhere they decide to travel on either business or a spontaneous whim. Reading poetry beside a crackling fire. 

Languages: Common

Residence: Bounces between Ishgard proper and La Trouvaille’s headquarters stationed on the border of Coerthas and the Shroud.

Birthplace: Ul’dah, Thanalan.

Religion: Forever Halone.

Patron Deity: Halone

Fears: Failing to protect the one she loves, or otherwise losing them to circumstance beyond her control. Not being accepted due to her immigrant status in Ishgard. 

Relationships ––– -

Children: none

Parents: A merchant and an innkeeper, both deceased in the calamity.

Siblings: One brother who left years ago to fight the Garleans. He left the family business in her care, and she transformed a simple inn into what La Trouvaille is today. 

Other Relatives: none

Pets: A white chocobo given to her by Galaihaurat and his family, lovingly named Mitaines. 

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: socially, occasionally Drugs: None Alcohol: Only when there is no job to be done immediately after.

RP Hooks ––– –

The Gold Saucer - As a teenager, Shiloh made a living as a chocobo jockey at the gold saucer. She got involved up in an illegal, unsanctioned gambling ring. Naively, she believed if she did the right thing and refused to throw a race, her career would remain in tact. With a damning scandal pinned on her and many gamblers in debt for it, she fled Ul’dah for her own safety. 

Immigration into Ishgard - Shiloh sought to get as far from Ul’dah as possible, eventually winding up in Coerthas central highlands and finding work tending to Chocobos. This brought her into the Holy See itself, where she found work at the Forgotten Knight as a bard. She capitalized on her status as an outsider, singing songs of far away lands and lending an ear - or shoulder - to the bar’s patrons when they needed it.

High Society - It was a shared belief in justice that brought her and Galaihaurat together, and she was granted a job as a servant in his household in return for a place to live. She would often be seen in the pillars - mostly trying to stay out of the nobles’ way as she ran errands and did other jobs for the Oraguille family. She was well taken care of by the family, who gifted her fine clothes and jewelry occassionally.

The End of the War - Following the revelations brought about by the end of the Dragonsong war, tensions among nobility were high. Shiloh continued to work in the Pillars and the Forgotten Knight, but nearly found herself a victim of mob violence when she spoke up in defense of the Heavens’ Ward. Spirited away from the crowd by Galaihaurat, the two left the city to reflect and find new beginnings elsewhere. 

The Twin Seasons and La Trouvaille. - When the Artorians’ Inn was left to Shiloh by her younger brother, Shiloh transformed it into a company of its own. As long as one has the coin or the willingness to work, they are welcome to stay in the cozy hospitality of the Twin Seasons as long as they wish. Its latest location boasts an impressive bar and plenty of space to lounge. It is a welcome, warm haven for those leaving Coerthas - and the last warm stop on the road for those going in.

OOC Info  ––– –

1. I’m a grownup. 21+ with many years of RP experience. I’m in a happy, committed relationship. I’m not looking for any OOC romance.

2. That means no erping. Nothing beyond an R-rated film. That’s what fading to black is for.

3. Open to almost all manner of dark themes. Not sure if something’s going too far? Just ask me, communication is key.

4. I’m often busy. I work full time and am preparing to move across the country. But if I make a commitment to RP or take screens or whatever, I always do my best to keep that commitment. 

5. I love taking screenshots in this game its literally like my favorite thing so if you RP with me you’re gonna get screenshots that’s just how it is.

6. I’m open to rp most anywhere. In game, in discord, google docs or tumblr, or wherever.

[casualcatte]

Character Profile :: Aultena Sephimiri

Age: Adult

Race: Miqo’te, Keeper of the Moon

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Server: Balmung

Hair: Dark Blue with Lighter Blue Highlights

Eyes: Gold

Height: 5′0″

Build: Lean and athletic

Common Accessories: She commonly travels with bow and quiver. Other items of note are a guitar she seems to take infinitely good care of.

Profession: Tailfeather Huntress

Hobbies & Interests: Cooking, wildlife husbandry (gathering flora and fauna both), music (both listening to and playing/creating it), leatherworking, 

Residence: Tailfeather, Dravanian Forelands

Birthplace: Tailfeather, Dravanian Forelands

Religion: None, though she does favor Menphina and Oschon.

Fears: Bandersnatches, crowds, being restrained/caged

Spouse: None.

Children: None.

Parents: Maora and Rhaza Sephimiri.

Siblings: None that she is aware of.

Other Relatives/Close Friends:  Ezra Elric (@vivalahuckrp) Rae-Hann and Zhan’a Rakhin (@yokasaris)

Pets: None currently. She doesn’t sit still long enough.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Honest / In Between / Dishonest

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Smoking Habit: She’s tried it and hates the way it makes her feel.  Drugs: She’s never really been exposed to much in the way of drugs. Alcohol: She drinks on occasion, sometimes gets drunk, but that’s rare. Food: In general, she loves to cook outdoors, but has absolutely no skill in a civilized kitchen.

You need something hunted. Aultena is a trained huntress out of Tailfeather and the daughter of a pair of successful Huntmasters. She has had years of training since childhood on how to survive and track in the wild.

You need something gathered. Along with her hunting skills, she's also good with foraging, both from plants and animals. Along with this, she's also taken up mining to make the most of her outdoor forays.

You are/were a Tailfeather Resident. Aultena and her godfather, Sillesti, are well-known in the small community of Tailfeather. Other residents of the township are welcome to know Aultena and anything written herein.

You are/were an Ishgard Resident. Aultena frequented the markets at the Jeweled Crozier as well as the stable yard in Ishgard, selling caught chocobos, animal pelts, various plants and the like. You are welcome to know her personally or obliquely through market hearsay.

Friends, acquaintances, and adventuring buddies!

People who like growing things organically, particularly relationships. I don’t like making things up out of thin air and I don’t like romances that flourish overnight. Put time and effort into creating things!

In-game, Discord, even Google Docs RP (All are acceptable!)

Lore flexibility. I’m not as well-versed in FFXIV lore and I don’t need/want people around me who want to hammer the Nth of the lore and make roleplay feel more like homework. As long as it’s a good story and an engaging character, that should be enough!

Late Night/Overnight Friends. I tend to keep late hours, so people who are around/available between 8pm and 8am (Central US Time) are ideal.

Tumblr DM RP. I don’t remember to check my DMs that much, so I don’t like roleplaying there.

Drama. If you’re a person that can’t keep your IC and OOC separate, don’t seek me out.

ERP, gore, extreme violence, torture, horror, et cetera. I have a pretty stressful life, I RP and play games to relax and these topics don’t contribute to that. At the very least, please ASK me before starting anything involving these themes.

Roll-based systems. If I wanted to play D&D, I have plenty of other venues for that.

If you aren’t sure -- please ASK! 

I’ve been roleplaying for almost 30 years now. I love discussing roleplay ideas and implementing them. I’m not worried about “spoilers” or ruining immersion by discussing and planning storylines OOC. Planning ensures that everyone has a chance to contribute ideas that are fun for *them* so everyone has a good experience.

I tend to be patient with people of all roleplay styles and experiences. Just be courteous if you need to AFK mid-RP for an extended period or reschedule the scene.

I am a 40+ year old woman with severe Rheumatoid Arthritis. This means I may need to cancel plans last-minute depending on my pain levels/fatigue or I may need to leave mid-scene. This is NOT an indicator of interest – or lack thereof – I have a disease that needs careful tending and I have to listen to the needs of my body before anything else.

Availability/Contact Information –––

Timezone: GMT/UTC -5 or Central (US) Time. I’m mostly avaliable from 8pm to 8am, Sunday through Tuesday. Beyond that, my schedule gets pretty unpredictable and difficult to manage.

Discord: theirontribe#1384

Last Updated: November 17, 2019

[bloodline-rpg]

Congratulations, Angela! We have accepted your application for your OC Willow Layton (FC: Zoey Deutch) Please create a blog for your character and send us the link via ask box as soon as you can. Welcome to Bloodline!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name/Alias: Angela

Age: ageless

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Timezone: CST, however, I work overnights (6pm-6am) so I keep very strange hours.

Level of activity (don’t give your activity a number value, please describe how active you will be as best as possible): It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a Tumblr RP, however, I tend to get VERY invested. I’m typically online at least once a day and get very excited about replies. It can be difficult to write replies on days I work because it all depends on how busy we are, but on days I’m off I should definitely be able to get replies out.

CHARACTER DETAILS

Character’s Name: Willow Layton

Desired FC: Kat McNamara - unless she’s reserved still for future plots, in that case Zoey Deutch? or I’m open to suggestions :)

Character’s Age: 24

Character’s Species: Original witch

Character’s Sexuality: bi-sexual

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY

The Leytons had always been a family more concerned with peace than with power. Their magic was tied to the earth itself, they fed each other. Their coven was more of a commune, viewed by outsiders as a little bit strange but harmless. They’d take the food they grew to farmers’ markets and when people asked what made their produce thrive so well, Willow’s father would always wink, smile, and whisper magic. The locals found him quirky yet charming, but it was the truth. Compassion was paramount in Willow’s formative years. Her family would help the community and she was taught to respect hard work, no matter what form it came in. Holistic witches were welcomed in their coven, their magic didn’t seem that far off from the Leyton’s own. Perhaps they had to take a few more steps to achieve the same result, but the earth fed their magic just like hers.

The key was balance. They drew their power from the earth and as a result, it was their responsibility to take care of her. Sometimes that meant letting things die so new life could sprout. They’d cut trees to plant fields, but in return, they’d plant new trees elsewhere. Bees were kept for honey, but flowers were planted to sustain them. They were made to live in symbiotic harmony with the earth around them, a challenge that grew harder the more the world advanced.

Homeschooled by her mother, Willow spent most of her time with her many siblings, cousins,  and the other witches in her coven. It was a peaceful, idyllic childhood, if somewhat sheltered. A tree was planted for each child born into the family and fed by their magic, Willow’s mother said that was how she knew she could always watch out for her children no matter how far they roamed away from her. As long as the tree thrived, so did they. As a teenager, the restrictions her family followed chaffed a bit. Willow left their home with her sister Holly and spent time traveling, seeing other places, other covens, other ways of life. Holly was happier in the city but Willow felt stifled by the sounds and overwhelmed by the crowds. She missed being barefoot in the field, helping care for the plants and the bees. Her wanderlust at an end, Willow left Holly in the city with the promise to write and call often and returned home.

When the attacks came, her parents told her that, yes, they needed to be careful but that there was no real cause for worry. Even when a letter came from another family of witches down in Georgia they stayed put. After all, a  tree firmly planted and deeply rooted need not fear the storm.

And then Ash’s tree was struck by lightning and fell.

Willow was shocked. She didn’t understand why anyone would want to hurt her family, but the proof was there in her oldest brother’s tree. It didn’t make sense. They weren’t a threat, they’d never harmed anyone. In fact, more often than not they used their magic to help the farms in their area. Her family would spend hours blessing the land, encouraging crops to take root and flourish. Their magic could cause harm as well, any magic could, but they didn’t. Not at first. Holly’s fell next and Willow knew real fear for the first time in her life. Laurel went missing right from the farmer’s market in town. Though her tree still stood, within the week branches were falling. Her mother grew thin, pale and worried. Her father harder and angrier.

They couldn’t stay. The decision was made to split up for safety. The family that was so close-knit her entire life scattered like seeds thrown into the wind. Willow’s father took her brother Linden and sister Magnolia, hoping to connect with another coven with more powerful offensive magic on the way to Carden. Willow went with her mother, Ivy, aunt, and her aunt’s young son, headed straight for Carden. Only two days into the journey they were separated. Hunters found them at a small gas station, capturing Ivy and forcing her aunt to flee in their vehicle in order to protect her child. Willow was left behind, unnoticed. She made her way to Carden by hitchhiking and walking, hoping to reunite with the rest of her family there. Thus far, she’s the only one to arrive but she holds out hope that her family is not far behind her.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

Willow believes strongly in finding harmony in oneself, with the earth, and with each other. Balance is important. She prefers to pause and think things through rather than acting rashly and can take a while to make decisions. A bit naive and sheltered, she tends to try and see the good in people for as long as she can. The war and the potential loss of her family has left her feeling adrift and vulnerable. She’s trying to do what she thinks her family would want, to promote togetherness and steadiness, to plant new roots. Whenever possible, Willow is barefoot and outside. She likes to feel the grass or dirt beneath her feet, she finds working in the garden and spending time literally talking to the plants and encouraging growth relaxing. Plants tend to be less judgemental than people.

PLOTS AND POLITICS

Connection: Ericka Holloway – The Holloway’s are related to the Leytons, though they are a somewhat distant branch on the family tree. They share a great Grandfather - his second marriage after his first wife died was to a human woman, the bloodline diluting through the generations to Ericka’s holistic coven. When the girls were young, their families had more interaction, the Holloways would come by their little community to exchange rituals and stories, but the way their families viewed the growing threats to magic were starkly different. The Leytons isolated themselves in their commune to live in peace, while Ericka’s side of the family retreated to the bayou for survival. Their magic may be related, but their worldviews have always been different.

Willow is hoping to see her family again, hoping that they’ll show up at the manor any day now, but also fearing they never will. She’s vaguely familiar with wolves, one of her uncles was bonded, but she’s never been around this many before. She’s not afraid, having no negative interactions with wolves, but is curious.

One of the few things she managed to bring with her are seeds - their family intended to bring an offering to the Blacks for opening their home, but transporting living plants would be complicated even for them. Willow’s duffle bag has one pocket entirely dedicated to seeds from their farm, mostly plants useful in spellwork or food, but if allowed she’d love to expand the garden and contribute to the benefit of the household

[mcveriicks]

have you seen [ MAVERICK ST. JAMES ] since the storm? some say they look like [ HERMAN TOMMERAAS ] but they’re [ TWENTY-TWO ]  & go by [ THE PARADOX ].  [ HE ] lived in halloway for [ THREE YEARS ] & they are originally from [ WASHINGTON, D.C. ]. before the town vanished they were studying [ PHILOSOPHY ] and lived at [ UNI BLVD ]. most people knew the [ CISMALE ] as [ +CLEVER ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ -APATHETIC ]. for some reason, they feel [ UNEASY ] about the town’s disappearance. ( riley, 20, she/her, est )

hello !!! my name is riley and i’m ????? so so extremely very much excited to get the ball rollin, down n dirty, into this rp !! i’m a sucker for angst and sadness, so … expect MUCH of that w me !! mav is a new muse of mine but i’m SUPER excited to get to dev him with all of you guys !! below the cut is a … long-ass intro post bc i have no chill !! if, per chance, you’d like to plot w me and my know-it-all, assholey but suprisingly soft child, please feel free to GIVE THIS POST A LIKE or to DM ME ( either tumblr or discord i check both, i promise i don’t bite ) !!!

tw: drugs.

* / BACKGROUND.

maverick hobbes st. james was born into a life filled to the absolute brim of expectation. his mother and father met at halloway’s law school, and both went on to become highly respectable lawyers who dealt with constitutional law in washington d.c.; they work highly demanding jobs, which often left maverick, who is an only child, alone at their impressively decorated family townhouse, staring at family photos and wondering how his definition of family had become so different to his friends’ growing up.

growing up in middle and high school, maverick assumed that getting good grades and excelling at school would make his parents proud, would get them to turn their attention to his successes –– but surprise, surprise, they didn’t. they’d pat him on the back as they headed out the door to tend to their daily schedules –– that is, if he was lucky enough to see them in the morning.

he studied. hard. trying to understand the ins and outs of what his parents did, trying to see if following in their footsteps by studying law would warrant a smile or beam of pride. it didn’t. but it still got him an acceptance to his parents’ alma mater, halloway university. he made friends quickly –– he always did. always the charismatic friend, he’s learned to rely more on his friends than his family in his life.

when maverick was a senior in high school, he finally reached an age to realize some of the shady deals his parents would make on the regular, the random bonuses his parents whispered about finally making sense to him. one case in particular had apparently caused one of his classmates’ parents to be publicly humiliated for a scandal and an incident that was apparently unrelated to their careers –– but ruined them in the process.

he felt guilt, himself, knowing that his parents could be making deals like that every day. it made him shake his head, made him cry into his pillow, made him absolutely disgusted to call people like his mother and father his own parents. he wrote so many fucking speeches that he’d recite to them once he got the chance, berating them for their practices and lack of morals in their workplace. but they never came home –– and hypocritical as he was, he still enjoyed the fruits of his parents’ work. they gave him unlimited checks with his name on them, as if it was some sort of sick version of love.

while maverick was fulfilling some of his general requirements, he fell in love with philosophy, with questioning life and ethical choices that mankind has made in the past, and would make in the future. he ended up pivoting his studies, moving from pre-law to philosophy at the end of his freshman year of his undergraduate studies.

and of course –– with this twist in the system, maverick is about to make this world his playground, living in his very own simulation of how a fresh new world reacts to infinite freedoms. he’s partially excited to see what will unfold, partially scared that things will fall to absolute shit ( ever the pessimist, maverick st. james ! ) because he has little faith that his company will collectively make the right decisions.

* / PERSONALITY.

maverick st. james is quite the paradox ( hence, the label ! ). he’s charismatic, funny, and has a witty sense of humor –– and is generally appreciated by his peers because he’s able to move conversation and discussion without making topics seem dry. and generally, he’s only like this in classes that he’s passionate about –– otherwise, you’d see him in the very back corner, doodling amongst his haphazardly written notes. what’s funny is he used to always be like this –– happy, smiley, obviously intelligent and driven. but it all sort of changed when he had this big epiphany that some people aren’t what they seem like on the outside ( re: his parents ).

he’s certainly a bit arrogant, given that he’s intelligent, innovative, and clever, and knows it –– however, even if he might not show it on the outside, he appreciates a good challenger. he thinks it keeps his wit sharp, and of course, his ego would never show it, but he does appreciate learning from people. after all, his passion in philosophy makes him certainly interested in how minds work.

at social events, you can probably see him flirting his ass off, but always having a good time, too. he’s definitely the type to sleep around, but he likes to pick at people’s brains, too. probably the most deep-ass pillow-talker halloway has ever seen. it probably borders on the line of being too romantic with flings –– the way he asks questions, but also borders on being annoying.

those who happen to get to know maverick outside of the surface-level stuff, outside the initial cockiness and flirtatious front he puts on will know that he’s actually quite thoughtful. his lonely childhood has made him extremely loyal to those who have shown him similar trust and friendship –– he would never turn his back on them. he asks probing questions, is a good listener –– perhaps because he’s interested in human decision making, but is also because he doesn’t quite know what it’s like to be loved unconditionally –– though he wants to. he’ll hold back hair and rub a friend’s back while they yak, walk his friends home, maybe throw a few punches or two –– but spicy comebacks are really more his speed.

deep down, what almost no one knows is that he’s really quite soft. he passes his curiosity off as wanting to understand people, when really it’s a mechanism for hoping someone asks him questions in return, to give him the time of day he wished his parents had given him. 

* / AESTHETICS.

coffee-stained mugs, walking with headphones in, untied shoelaces, black hoodies, a cheeky smirk, small books in his back pocket, writing in the margins, quoting old authors on a daily basis, incessant eye-rolling, pen ink stains, unmade bed, mismatched socks, floral ties, empty bottles of liquor, rose thorn pricks, old worn poetry books, polished dress shoes, calloused fingers, unlit cigarettes between teeth.

* / HEADCANONS.

funnily enough, maverick’s name means ‘independent, a noncomformist’, which is exactly the path that he has taken to stray away from his family’s expectations of practicing law, specifically constitutional law as a career. he’s like. nah. fuck that.

maverick has some form of synesthesia, which allows him to remember a lot more than the average person. he associates colors, smells, sounds, to words –– and allows him to efficiently study any subjects he doesn’t have immediate passion for.

in the privacy of his own bedroom, he sometimes writes poetry and sketches his thoughts and muses –– when he knows he’s in complete privacy. faces and features that appear in his sketchbooks are often those he’s thinking of often, those who intrigue him. he’s actually quite good a sketching, maybe not quite as good at writing poetry.

tw drugs. he more than dabbles in drug use, smoking marijuana maybe every other day, while partaking in harder drugs like cocaine and adderall and others probably once a week. he feels like he’s in control of his use, but it may start to get the best of him. end tw.

maverick is left-handed. he hates that he gets pen ink stains when he draws, writes poetry, takes notes. his left palm is probably perennially covered with ink.

though he’s often wearing headphones ( airpods, of course, the nerve of this rich kid ), half the time, nothing’s playing. sometimes he forgets to press play on his phone, sometimes he purposely likes listening to decision-making and conversations of strangers. it lets him think about the nature of mankind.

maverick’s favorite philosopher is albert camus, known for his work that heavily developed the idea of absurdism ( much to do with the meaning of life, and human inability to discern an answer ). 

* / WANTED PLOTS. 

CHECK OUT MY WANTED PLOTS PAGE HERE !

childhood friends: again, someone who would have known him from pre-cynical, arrogant asshole days. they could be friends now still, 

ex-friends: perhaps maverick went a bit too far with the questions, about trying to probe into someone’s mind. maybe for this reason, or for others, these two fell out of touch / argued and might be forced into new places due to the disappearance of the other townspeople.

unlikely friends: maverick’s reputation isn’t exactly favorable to some crowds. maybe they became friends in one of their shared classes or through mutual friends, and actually get along well, despite coming from different backgrounds / having different values. they probably see a bit of a deeper side to mav than most people !!

good influence (?!): maverick gets into his shit, has probably a less-than-favorable reputation, but he still cares about people, deep deep down. maybe your muse is a bit lost, and maverick is worried about them and wants to help them get back on track –– especially with all the changes happening in the society !! we can plot lil details about this, esp bc it’s a v unique side of mav i’d love to explore !! ( insp: x, x, x )

bad influences: those who partake in the sins that maverick just loves to lap up. they feed off of each others’ energy, often encouraging more drinking, more drugs, more sex. it’s a bit of a never-ending circle, but one that maverick keeps coming back to, for some reason. ( insp: x )

frenemies: this could be some sort of intellectual challenger kind of deal ? someone mav actually appreciates having in his life, though they butt heads a lot maybe for some reason !! ( insp: x )

disliked: they probably find maverick’s personality appalling or annoying, they probably find him pretentious af and super hypocritical for preaching so much about morals, when he drinks and uses drugs and just fucks around half the time. they could call him out for his flaws, or we could go down a completely different route of them having some weird history of mutual plots ??? so so much room for possibility here !!

+ have a couple more in my wanted plots tag here ! but literally, as a self-proclaimed angst and plot ho, please hmu with any and all ideas you might have !! i can’t wait to get started w all of u !!!

[hellsbovnd-archive]

LF RP — JANOS JEN RENATA

The third of four sons, Janos has high expectations pushed onto him from a young age. His family name often preceding him (his two older brothers being officers in the military and his father being a high-ranking engineer), it might take a moment to realize that Janos himself is the family’s black sheep. Having failed to even get into the Magitek Academy despite having a passion for working with machines and magitek, Janos instead became an Architectus in the military in order to serve his country and make his family proud.

Unfortunately, bad luck and poor judgement led to trouble following in his wake. Where his siblings are marked as loyal and accomplished, Janos himself is marked as negligent at best, and in six years of service, he failed to earn a single promotion or any recognition for his work whatsoever. He was continually reassigned, never working for too long on any one project and occasionally being moved to different posts altogether, and eventually was relegated to simple maintenance work. Now, as a result of circumstances unknown even to him, he’s found himself in Eorzea: lost, homeless, and scared—but thankfully, not alone.

IN CHARACTER

Profession(s): Eorzean Cover—While Janos tries not to draw too much attention to himself, he often takes odd jobs to make ends meet and help pull his weight in his small circle of companions. Garlean Architectus—He’s loyal to the Empire, still uses his (last known) title in the company of other Garleans, and still believes himself to be in the Empire’s good graces even though “getting lost after being reassigned again” sounds an awful lot like “desertion.” His time in the military was spent primarily in central Illsabard doing maintenance work on weaponry and warmachina, though he didn’t really enjoy the work he was assigned.

Alignment: Chaotic Dumbass. Difficult to tell, but loyal to the Garlean Empire... For now. He had somewhat of a rebellious streak even back home.

Professional Talents: Magitek—Once an Architectus in the Garlean military, Janos learned his way around both conventional machinery and more advanced magitek devices often employed by the Empire. Nowadays, he uses his knowledge primarily to tinker, though much to his dismay he’s only really good at creating weapons... And, well, the quality of those weapons is often limited by the quality of parts he has access to.

Current Residence: Vagrant. He maintains an inn room at The Hourglass, but sometimes he has to move when he doesn’t make enough money to cover the next few days of inn fees.

Likely Haunts: Eorzea at Large—As a vagrant, he can get just about anywhere, provided he has the coin to get there. Unfortunately, as a Pureblood Garlean, he can’t use any magic including the teleportation magicks that make use of the aethernet. Ul’dah—He hangs out around Ul’dah’s markets often, and around Pearl Lane, enjoying the anonymity that blending into crowds there provides.

Hobbies: Tinkering—Janos loves to tinker, and dreams of having a workshop of his own one day back home in Garlemald. But, he’d take Eorzea too, since he’s stranded here for the foreseeable future... Theater—Over the years, Janos has read up on both Garlean and foreign drama, and came to enjoy it quite a bit. While he professes that he would never be able to get up on stage, he has quite a bit of respect for those who can.

MORE INFORMATION: Full Bio WIP | Tag

OUT OF CHARACTER

Hi there! I’m Crow and I use they/them pronouns! I’m generally most active during NA Evenings and Late Nights. I play on Balmung, but I’m open to RP connections from across the Crystal datacenter.

You can find detailed information about my hopes and expectations for RP on my dossier, here. The quick and dirty version:

OOC Communication > All

I am a med/heavy lore-strict RPer. I prefer medium-to-low power levels in RP and character- and plot-driven scenes. I won’t RP with any player under the age of 18 but as long as you’re not making it weird/creepy, I don’t have a problem with underage characters within reason.

I run an FC and an LS, so I can be pretty busy OOC because I have to run a lot of stuff related to that.

I do not really RP on Discord because my attention span is pretty crummy, but I have always been smitten with Tumblr RP as a longform format, so if in-game RP is impossible for some reason, I’m happy to write starters.

In terms of things I’m looking for:

Casual acquaintances and friends! But preferably: long-term plot-focused RP connections! Slice-of-life ain’t really my jam.

Business contacts! Janos is an engineer and a habitual tinkerer and does odd jobs to make ends meet. Maybe he could end up doing something for you?

Pre-established connections based on his background as a Pureblood Garlean born and raised in the capital and as an Architectus in the military (though his situation at the moment is obviously a little complicated).

Recommendations for events to attend? (And company to drag me along since I hate flying solo.)

Discord and Linkshell communities!

DETAILED RP HOOKS UNDER THE CUT!

Thanks for reading! If you’re interested in playing with me then please feel free to send me a message or make a note of it in the tags or comments on this post. My Discord is emet-selch wears prada#5086! If I’m slow please bear with me; I have a habit of getting absolutely swamped with stuff at more or less complete random, and my energy levels vary wildly from day to day and week to week.

tagging for visibility: @balmungrp @mooglemeet @ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp @ffxiv-balmung-rp

RP HOOKS

1. Magiteknical Difficulties

Janos is a (former?) Architectus for the Garlean military. While he was generally relegated to maintenance work (and hated every moment of it), he loves working with machines even to this day and would probably be able to fix anything set in front of him given enough time to figure it out.

Given enough time and the right parts, he might also be able to build something for you! Unfortunately, most of his contraptions are dangerous even if they work, with Janos used to cutting corners to make something fast, not necessarily make it good. 

The gunblade he carries is one of his own creations, in fact; dubbed “Bad News,” Janos used misappropriated parts to put it together before he wound up in Eorzea, and has only continued to work on it to this day. It’s held together with proverbial duct tape and it’s a wonder that it works at all, especially because once he got to Eorzea he had to modify its design to make it look less like Imperial models, which involved swapping out some of the better parts he’d slipped under his coat with some shoddier ones he found on Eorzean markets.

2. Eorzeabound

Stranded in Eorzea for reasons unknown to him, Janos has taken advantage of the chance to slow down. After a period of readjustment, he’s settled in to a relatively slow-paced life in Eorzea, and seems keen on treating his predicament like a vacation—although he would like to return to Garlemald one day, he’s enchanted by the local cultures and customs and has taken the chance to reflect on the views that were instilled in him growing up on the teat of Imperial propaganda. 

Janos is curious about Eorzean customs that are entirely foreign to him, such as many of their holidays and their religion. While he remains a staunch atheist (and even lacks belief in any sort of afterlife), he thinks it’s interesting to see how religion has influenced Eorzeans’ day-to-day lives and certain aspects of the different belief systems and cultures of the city-states. 

3. Black Sheep of the Renatas

The Renata family is known for an excellent track record of service to Garlemald in both the military and civil sectors... Except for Janos. Possessed of a rebellious streak that only got worse and more visible after he failed to get into the notorious Magitek Academy, Janos’s track record of service leaves a bit to be desired. With a work track-record that was notably subpar and marked by repeated failures, Janos is regarded as a stain on the reputation of a family that since the establishment of the Empire had been rising through the Garlean social strata.

4. Keeping Up With the Jens

Janos spent six years serving as an Architectus in the Garlean military, though his career was going nowhere fast (something which even at the time he expressed frequent distress over). His track record was marred with failures and he ended up as somewhat of a social outcast, having few friends and mostly being known for being the Architectus who was most frequently being berated by his superiors. It took a substantial toll on his mental health and by the end of his time with the military, he did little but sleep, eat, and work.

Much of the latter days of his service are hazy or non-existent in his memory, a fact which he admits that he “tries not to let bother him too much,” as it’s a bridge he figures he’ll cross when he gets to it. Those who served with him would likely know of some incidents he was involved in, such as an incident wherein several of the magitek bits he’d recently done maintenance on went haywire. After being pressed on it, he admitted that it had been intentional. He also passed out on the job a few times and once locked himself in a broom closet for the duration of his break.

[adilynia-kiden]

How does Adi deal with her men being so flirty all the time? Doesn't she get pissed they sleep with all those people

IC:

An absolutely delighted laugh slipped from the small knights lips that she quickly tried to muffle with the tips of her fingers, but to no avail. Golden eyes shimmed with mirth and amusement at just the thought of her fiancee’s antics that she was subjected to on the daily being set upon another. “I quite think they should continue, then perhaps others will know exactly what it is like to have your cheeks burn as mine do on a near constant basis! Light bless, I’ll take a bit of pity in that regard…really, it hasn’t happened yet, but one of these days Teren and Lycan are going to make such a display that I’ll faint dead away at their feet!”

Tucking her chin into her hand, the corner of her mouth quirked to make the beaming smile turn impish when paired with dark brows that tilted in question and amusement. “I get… pissed… as you so eloquently stated, when uninformed shadows try and find threads of possible animosity to pull in order to unravel our Trinity. And so poorly executed… such a pity.” A droll tone slipped among whispered words, as she was genuinely disappointed by such a blatant and clumsy attempt at causing friction with such invasive questions. It wasn’t like they weren’t expected; few could understand the dynamic of the Trinity. 

Leaning back into the bench, the tilt of her chin upwards could have been seen as an arrogant display, until one realized she was basking in the warm rays of light as they broke through the clouds. “At the end of the day, it is my lap they rest their head in. They find solace in my fingers running across not the exquisite lines of their bodies…but the souls they lay bare. They seek my heartbeat to find a sync with theirs…and my Light to find their way home when the shadows close in.”

Lacing her hands together in her lap, the index finger of her right hand moved slowly over the sapphire and diamond engagement ring on her left. “So, you see…there is no reason to harbor such toxic feelings like jealousy and possessiveness, not when I know where our hearts lie. Not when I know the truth of all their facets…when others only see the ones they wish them to.”

OOC:

Not quite sure what you were going for here, if I am honest. However, I realize that many people jump into a story halfway through and don’t grasp the dynamic of the Trinity as they haven’t followed it from the beginning. They don’t understand the almost year long journey it has taken them to get where they are now. And, if I’m honest.. tumblr gets the ‘highlight reel’ of our RP, as it’s a constant flow of writing and discussing characters thoughts and mindsets in discord.

The Trinity formed because they were thrown into a near impossible circumstance with everything working against them. They dealt with tragedy on every side for months and suffered numerous setback that even left the muns wondering if they would get through it.

But, they moved through their miscommunications and missteps like adults. They were forced to talk and eventually learned to understand one another in ways that, really, none of them wanted. But, what they all figured out, they needed. They learned to trust and eventually love… and let me tell you, that journey was hard fought for, my friends.

It’s bonded them beyond empathic abilities and elven threads, to a mutual place of absolute devotion. They work because they are only ever concerned with making the other two happy. The Trinity works because they are selfless, and make adult decisions and have hard conversations that often leave me, as the writer, in tears with how hard they go in. They strip their emotions down and are honest with one another, no matter how it might hurt. Then, they work towards righting the problems.

You can’t ‘right’ jealousy and none of them, by nature, is jealous. Territorial, yes. But petty jealousy isnt, and will never be their thing. Do they suffer doubts, fears and screw-ups that leave them emotional wrecks? Yes. God, yes. But do they let it stew and turn into something foul and toxic? No.

Yes, there is a great deal of sex involved, and lord have mercy is it hot, but that is not what is at the heart of the Trinity. BDSM is not at the heart of who and what they are, it is a dynamic they thrive in. It isn’t all whips, chains and edging, my dears. It’s the hand at your lower back guiding you through a crowded street to make sure you are safe. It’s not being able to decide what you want at a restaurant, and trusting someone to know you well enough to make that decision. It is laying all your troubles, fears and doubts at another’s feet and allowing them to guide you a healthier headspace that is supportive and within the confines of the dynamic and rules set in place. My suggestion would be to read up on the reality of the BDSM dynamic, and not rely just on what tumblr offers. It may help you grasp the nuances I’m likely describing poorly.

At it’s core, they have a healthy and beautiful relationship built on trust, communication and a commitment to building on the happiness they have already found in one another. Which, I can promise you, not one of them will give up without a fight… and a damned bloody and brutal one at that.

Yes, I went on a tiny bit of a rant.. but I often feel like some people can’t get past the ‘Two guys one girl’ mentality or feel as if any member of the Trinity is ‘filler’ for the other two.

They work as a trio, together…just as the writers work towards offering a committed and healthy view of a polyamorous relationship, so do the Trinity themselves to maintain it.

Thank you for coming to my AddieTalk. We now return you to your regularly scheduled display of shiny things and armor things. I’m returning to my pillowfort like the adult that I am.

@marquis-teren-kiden @marquis-lycan-kiden for the Trinity goodness!

[but-first--tea]

 A follow-up post to https://but-first--tea.tumblr.com/post/182749016592/ren-leaned-against-the-brightly-painted-railings  based on RP with Ganzorig Dhoro (who doesn’t have a tumblr, alas!)

A searing, ear-splitting pain that had plagued his troubled mind had refused to abate for what seemed like days now, causing the lumbering xaela to reflexively reach up toward the bridge of his nose, squeezing gently whilst baring the whites of his teeth in a subtle grit.

*Just a few more weeks to go.*

The flat expression that seemed to be forever affixed upon his haggard facial features only deepened while his singular amber gaze affixed over toward one of the nearby ships; a large Junk which was currently being emptied of its content by various dock workers. Taking a deep breath, he chose to forge on ahead through the steadily thinning crowds with fairly little regard for the way his seemingly aggressive gait affected those that he summarily brushed past without a single word. Unfortunately, due to this obliviousness, he managed to knock aside one rather large and menacing-looking Roegadyn who immediately regarded the tired and worn looking Xaela with a savage snarl, coupled with some obscene gesture.

"Damn tribal! Watch yourself!"

While said Reogadyn appeared to be quite livid at this minor slight, Ganzorig simply opted to stare blankly into his eyes while a finger pressed in against the xaela's chest stubbornly.

"APOLOGIZE, NOW!"

Likely due to sheer volume of his booming voice, the Roegadyn had drawn the curious stares of many passerby, most of whom were genuinely curious as to why the large man appeared so damn livid. Perhaps he simply disliked Xaela?

"... Sorry."

He had grown accustomed to this, it seemed. Swallowing whatever pride remained within his system, Ganzorig dipped his head in an awkward, unfeeling attempt at a formal apology, only to be greeted with a thick globule of spittle that impacted against his jaw.

"We're even now."

With the lingering pain of his unrelenting headache now interdispersed with the humiliating wet that slithered down his hollow features, it was all Ganzorig could do not to shout, scream, or violently lash out in some unthinking response to the punishment that had been mete. As it stood now, however, numbness quickly began to set in, both physically and mentally.

While the tall, lanky looking xaela stood motionless with his head cast off to the side, the small congregation of observers that had clustered together began to disperse along with the angsty Roegadyn. This was likely in response to the appearance of a lone samurai that could be seen approaching. .

Ren had turned away, but the shouting behind her drew her attention reflexively. Brows furrowed, she turned back to look as the crowd parted for the approaching Sekiseigumi without even the need for a voiced request. A few people hurried away, likely wanting to avoid trouble, while others paused in their work to watch, their expressions expectant.

"You. hold."

With the fingers of one hand gripped firm about the tsuka of the lengthy katana hung upon his hip, the lone samurai's free hand reached out to grip the forearm of the large Roegadyn whilst the now quite fearful individual attempted to slide on by.

"We've a discussion ahead of us. You, xaela! To me!"

Dimly aware of the fact he had been summoned, Ganzorig slowly drew his gaze over toward the approaching pair whilst sluggishly twisting about upon his feet. The dull, impassive expression took on a markedly darker tone, with an obvious scowl being readily displayed while the two men stopped a few paces from where he stood.

"You will both accompany me to discuss this... disturbance."

A myriad of thoughts quickly surfaced in regards to this abrupt ultimatum, largely shedding the creeping atrophy that continued to undermine whatever determination he still felt. With the most overpowering of these impulsive thoughts being an immediate fight or flight response, he would at least be given the slightest chance of escaping potential captivity. Alas, without a single weapon upon his person any physical resistance would be tantamount to suicide, especially now to due his lethargic, almost sickly state.

"I will not repeat myself. Come with me now, or suffer the consequence of disobedience."

Cornered and given no option but to accept, Ganzorig furrowed his brow whilst images pertaining to his past, both recent and distant were recalled in some bizarre and violent flurry of mental imagery.

*No!*

Deciding upon the unthinkable, Ganzorig lowered himself down to a more defensive position, arms outstretched as if he expected to be able to parry the keen edge of a sharpened katana. Either this one had lost his mind, or had largely given up.

When he turned, she saw his face clearly. No amount of willful denial could belie her recognition, then. Her gaze shifted briefly between Ganzorig and the approaching peacekeepers, and she hurried down the stairs to the docks below.  Fists clutching handfuls of the ornate silk kimono she had purchased earlier and forced to move more slowly than she might have, otherwise, she nearly arrived too late. The Sekiseigumi had already drawn his sword. Summoning every bit of volume and authority she could muster, she shouted,

"STOP!"

The samurai froze, likely more out of surprise that someone would have the audacity than anything else. He looked toward her, amusement, of all things, clear upon his features. Then, he looked her up and down and raised his brows in silent question. It was likely only Ren's earlier shopping trip, and a rather spendthrift one at that, which saved her from the same treatment as the other two. Though clearly an unknown, Ren had spent a good portion of the day donning the most astonishingly beautiful kimono she had ever laid eyes on, and accessories to match. An extravagant indulgence, to be sure, but it had the effect of leaving the Seikiseigumi speculating if she were visiting nobility, or perhaps the treasured geiko of a powerful official. In either case, throwing her into prison would likely net him swift repercussions. So, instead, he paused, measuring the situation.

Ren took advantage of this imbalanced moment, and continued quickly. "The xaela is my servant, who was rushing on my orders, and the other took exception to his clumsiness. It was an accident, but nothing has come to blows. Surely this is not worth your bother?"

[dizaraksanar]

Masquerade (Pt1 of the Bloodbath Arc)

The manor hallway leading into the ballroom was bathed in gold. Nobles of all races mingled throughout the halls and danced in silken attire within the grand room. At one side of the dance hall stood tables of food and drink the occasional waiter slipping between guests with trays of finger foods and champagne. The end of the hall was decked in a single large chair, atop it rested a fiery red head whose eyes scanned the crowd in mock boredom. The crimson red and black gown clung to her form and draped in waves at her feet as she sat, the billowing sleeves adding drama to an already intriguing neck line. Somewhere across the ballroom Dizarak stood stiffly just outside the entryway, donning a long black vest with flowing black fabric to his ankles, black pants and a black long sleeve top hugged his toned figure. Ashraen tugged at the collar of his shirt before smoothing his vest, and a few stray hairs. He'd opted for an outfit, much akin to the one he wore during the Tavern's anniversary event, however, everything was carefully embroidered with light touches of gold. He'd even gone so far as to find a very nice pair of leather boots that only stopped when they reached his knees and were adorned with golden buckles, and glittering patterns.

He licked a long fang as he approached his mate, a few loose braids swinging lazily with that confidant gait he always seemed to have. A large hand was placed on the small of Dizarak's back as a breathy chuckle was offered. 

"Nervous? Don't be," he mused. "Aside from Moira, you'll outshine anyone in there. Besides, we're here to get out. Do something different. I... Wanted to spoil you a little." "Nervous is an understatement..." his hand idly tugged on one of his sleeves wishing he could be the skin just beneath it, hidden from view and anywhere but here. 

"You are sure we couldn't just go stand on Murder Row and call it a night? Bound to get preferable attention there than here." 

He grimaced at the crowd, his teeth tugging at the ever present lip ring, he could already tell the night would be spent attempting to make b-lines for the door for smoke breaks. The last time he had been to a gala he had been paraded around for potential wives. Ashraen opened his mouth and his ears sagged. He too eventually was chewing on his lip. This was a bad idea. Diz told him he wasn't about this life anymore and yet.... He wanted to see it. He wanted to see the man his mate seemed so convinced needed buried.

"Don't be like that, baby," he purred. In the slight shadows to the doorway, he bent and lightly nipped at the flesh of Dizarak's ear. "I needed to come for Moira and I didn't want to be alone. This is more your knowledge than mine. I thought... You might hate it less if I was here." 

His words trailed off and he was a bit put off by Dizarak's attitude, but he simply covered it with a smirk, and a smoldering gaze. He held out his arm for the other male as his opposite arm swept toward the doorway. He offered a partial bow of his form. 

Please don't leave me standing at the metaphorical alter.... 

Diz scowled, his mismatched gaze peering over at Ash. He was right...everything was more enjoyable with the golden eyed male by his side but he couldn't shake the sense of dread. In his scanning if the room he was relieved to not fully recognize anyone immediately. He slipped his hand into the crook of Ash's elbow and tugged him close, planting a kiss on the others lips in plain view of the attendees. 

It was all the Paladin could do to not take Dizarak to the floor with that kiss. He broke it with a slight pant and ran a hand over the end of his ponytail that was slung across his shoulder. Hoo boy, Diz was going to be the death of him.

Screw it. None of these people would recognize him....hopefully.

"Fine....for you." He said.

Ashraen tucked his free arm behind his back and kept the elbow of his other close to his side as he led them into the proverbial lion's den. It was a mix of scents that immediately assaulted him. Expensive perfumes mixes with the baser musk of emotion. Ire, desire, disappointment... 

Moira had really stacked her deck and when someone brushed past, Ashraen's head was snapping on a swivel to catch the scent with a heavy huff if breath.

All eyes swiveled to the void male, the weight of his presence palpable in the room. Silvermoon had been less than welcoming to his kind and rightfully so but with Ashraen and Moira's pull he had been allowed to attend the event provided he remain in Ashraen’s view while there. That didnt stop raised eyebrows. 

Moira kept watch from her perch, her hired guards told to keep the tall men comfortable and safe, even if that meant disposing of a noble or two. 

The dark haired male stood a little taller despite heafty gazes upon him, his hand squeezing Ashraen's arm once to draw his attention back. 

"You realize they think I'm here because I'm your property. Right?" He muttered glancing at a few of the people around them. Quickly he dipped his head in greeting to the older gentleman who approached them with what appeared to be his daughter. 

The older male spoke to Ashraen, "I didnt know they allowed slaves at these events? However did you manage to smuggle him in?" 

Something in Dizarak snapped, he slipped his hand free and extended it toward the older man "Perhaps you'll forgive my forwardness but I wasn't aware they allowed ancient relics either. I'll forgive you for the comment about my being a slave. Cant blame ignorant people for not knowing to whom they speak. Dizarak Sanar of the Sanar Noble line." 

It was as if the other male choked on his drink, quickly he dipped his head in respect and pressed his forehead to the back of Diz's hand before scurrying off.

The exchange was a whirlwind of quickly executed actions that nearly had Ashraen crawling after Dizarak as he moved about the room. Throwing physical weight around was one thing, but seeing his lover throw political weight around... The way he carried himself and addressed others... Sweet Light above.

Gold flicked to catch Moira from across the room and brows lofted quickly. She'd had her doubts. Excuse. His boy could fall back into line just fine. He simply chose not to, for whatever reason.

Ashraen was all too happy to follow Dizarak until a particular scent caught his attention. His head snapped around to locate the source and he seemed hyper fixated on the male he had located, conversing with a group. Young, up and coming thing that had a penchant for the nastier side of Silvermoon. He smelled of deceit, stale blood, and an updated desire that had Ash licking his fangs like an animal lining up his meal. He was so focused he had no idea that he was staring.

Dizarak had just finished turning away a young female elf who he could have sworn was about to swoon, when he turned back briefly to Ash. His face fell flat as he watched his mate stare at something that looked younger than Melisande.

With pursed lips Diz snapped his fingers next to the wolfs ear, no way in hell he would be ignored. This was Ash's idea and for once his mates wandering gaze drew unamused irritation. 

Moira grinned from her perch, watching the void male morph back into the Sanar noble she was familiar with tales of.

That same ear flicks and stiffened with the snap causing the copper male to look back at his partner. The look simply read confusion until Dizarak's own look was registered. His ears sagged dramatically and he coughed an awkward apology as he snagged glasses of champagne from a waiter? A quick sniff determined champagne and the glass was offered to his mate with an adverted look.

"I, ah, I think I know why she wanted me here," he mumbled. "Sorry, I..."

Another scent sent his eyes wandering over Dizarak's shoulder and he bit his lip, fighting to pull his gaze back to Diz rather sheepishly.

"Do us both a favor and memorize the targets for later. Tonight you brought me to this hell, and you're staying put." He accepted the champagne, more for something to keep his hands busy than actually drink. Personally he disliked the stuff, but he figured there was no spiced rum so this would suffice.

With a single hand Diz reached to and adjusted something on Ash's shirt, a wrinkle or something. He frowned.

"I am staying put, darlin'. I haven't even mo--"

As he spoke, his eyes had wandered again and the void male reached and turned the paladins head with a rough tug, "understood?" He bargained, "or you'll be returning to a locked bedroom door with both your mates behind it."

Golden eyes now widened with shock and completely focused on his mate as he attempted to find words. He was rather sure this was a spectacle for all, further cementing Dizarak as the Noble he claimed to be, but the Paladin suddenly didn't care.

Ashraen swallowed thickly, murmuring, "Y-Yes, Dizarak."

Once he was released, he would exhale a low breath, and take up his place beside, yet just behind his mate. The adjustments to his attire had him glancing at himself and oddly now concerned with his choice. Was he not appropriate? It wasn't as fancy as his partner? To be right honest, he was positive he paled next to his date. Ash was not of Noble line, after all.

(To Be Continued....) (Mentions: @courtingfate , @ashraenv ,A brief mention of @melisandemeadowshine) (OOC Note: This piece and the ones to follow are previous writing that are just now seeing the light of day but I and my RP partners are now comfortable sharing. Pieces for this may be posted based on which of the characters appears the most, this one clearly Dizarak and Ashraen, others may appear on Nerimoira’s tumblr be sure to follow the hastags to keep up with the tale)

[baristabirdgoddess]

ooc info

name/alias: Jess

age, pronouns, & timezone: Old. She/Her. GMT+10

activity: When I am near a computer

rp experience: I play a bunch of misfits here already

best form of contact: discord, tumblr, smoke signal

ic info:

character name: Kendra Saunders (currently - also known as the Egyptian High Priestess Chay’Ara and various other reincarnations)

codename: Hawkgirl

character age: 28 (plus 4000 years, but those totally don’t count)

faceclaim: Ciara Renee

species: Human with Hawk wings (more a Cursed Human than a Meta?)

status: Hero

occupation: Legend

home earth: Earth-1

biography

past: Okay, so this is where it gets complicated because Kendra has reincarnated 206 times over 4000 years. So there is a LOT of past history there. Basic story is, in her original life, Kendra was the Egyptian High Priestess Chay’Ara who had fell in love with Prince Khufu. A Priest and Adviser to the King, Hath’Set, discovered the forbidden romance between the pair and struck them down in jealousy as he wanted Chay’Ara for himself. As they lay dying, the lovers prayed to Horus to protect them in the next life so that they may find each other again.

There was a meteor shower that night which held strange powers. It was these powers that granted Chay’Ara and Khufu the power of reincarnation as well as hawk like gifts and abilities. (They got wings. They can fly. Badass, right?). However, the meteors also cursed Hath’Set with immortality and growing stronger each time he killed a reincarnation of Chay’Ara and Khufu.

206 reincarnations later, Chay’Ara was now Kendra Saunders. She moved to Central City in 2016 and took a job at CC Jitters as a Barista, completely unaware of her past lives. There, she met Cisco, they dated briefly and he was able to vibe off her the whole Hawk Goddess thing. Just as they were getting comfortable, along came Carter Hall (Khufu’s reincarnation) in a kind of rude and demanding fashion. He seem to expect Kendra to remember their lives and drop everything and go away with him. Didn’t exactly go that way, except it kind of did when she ended up saying goodbye to Cisco and leaving for St. Roch with Carter.

Carter tried to push along the memories of their past selves but Kendra was stubborn and insisted she remember in her own time. It was complicated but Kendra knew she loved him - just wasn’t going to admit it. Then Rip Hunter came along and offered them the chance to get rid of Vandal Savage (the name Hath’Set was calling himself these days) for good. Kendra didn’t want to go but Carter made her a bet that if she could beat him in a fight, they wouldn’t take Rip up on his offer. 

She lost. So aboard the Waverider they went along with other “Legends”.

One of the first trips they took was back to 1975, where they met Aldus Boardman. Aldus turned out to be Kendra and Carter’s son from a previous reincarnation, who grew up orphaned and became a professor and expert in the mysterious events that occurred around Chay’Ara and Khufu’s first death.

Suddenly, Rip got notice that the Waverider was under attack and Aldus was asked to continue sharing his information aboard the ship. Sadly, Aldus was mortally wounded in the crossfire when making his way to the ship. Kendra was devastated at the death of her son and would only face more heartache when two days after Aldus’ death, Carter was killed by Vandal Savage when the Legends tried to attack him head on. Father and son were buried next to each other in a small funeral attended only by the Legends, and Kendra slipped into a wild depression and had to be sedated.

After some time, Kendra came around and while she still mourned the loss of her loved ones, she knew that the mission to stop Vandal Savage was more important. She trained with Sara and the two formed a friendship, teaching each other things. Kendra also remembered her previous life as a welder and helped Jax and Ray with repairs on the ship. Jax was sweet and developed a crush on her but it was Ray that Kendra slowly began to develop deeper feelings for. Those feelings came to a head when they were stuck in the past for two years and eventually Ray proposed. Kendra said yes but she later began wondering if she was allowed to love someone other than Carter. 

After a visit to the town of Salvation, Kendra heard word that a past reincarnation of herself lived outside the town. She rode out and talked with her and learned that her and Carter were destiny and terrible things happened to anyone that came between them - therefore Ray was in danger. Kendra kind of didn’t listen to the warning at first but eventually destiny won out and she called off the engagement.

Then Savage found Carter’s next reincarnation - Scythian Torvil - and manipulated and used him against the Legends. Kendra somehow managed to awaken some memories in Scythian, who then turned on Savage just in time to assist the Legends in achieving their goal and ridding the world of the evil dictator for good.

present: With Savage gone, Kendra decided to leave the Legends and help Scythian - who had adopted his past life’s name, Carter Hall - regain more of his memories. They headed back to St. Roch and it was hard for Kendra having their roles reversed but she was determined to help Carter. Unfortunately, Carter had a lot of fears to overcome and took off without word to Central City. 

Kendra gave him some time but soon followed and while she still was insistent she help Carter, the pair decided to live separately to avoid the awkwardness of St. Roch. It took a little bit more time, but eventually feelings and memories resurfaced. Not everything, and it was by no means perfect, but the pair decided to take things slow and began dating. 

The quiet life was kind of nice, but Kendra had had the taste of adventure and decided to rejoin the Legends along with Carter. She always had the instinct to help and protect and being a Legend was the best way she could think of to do just that.

positive traits:

Strong-Willed

Protective

Heart of a Warrior

negative traits:

Self Doubts

Stubborn

Resistant to Big Changes

para sample:

The smell of brewing coffee hit her senses along with the clashing of dishes and general chatter of the coffee shop’s patrons. Despite the low pay and being hit on at least twice a shift, Kendra missed CC Jitters. Not exactly enough to go and beg for her barista job back, but just the welcoming atmosphere felt a little like coming home to a place she belonged.

Going up to the counter, Kendra didn’t recognize the new barista - not that it surprised her, turnover in staff was always high in these sorts of places - and looked at the menu board. “I don’t even know where to begin with those new items.” She mused to herself before placing her order. “I’ll have just a chocolate malt shake with a tomato and cheese bagel, thanks.”

After the barista took her order, Kendra moved to the end of the counter and waited for it to be ready. Her eyes looked around the room, wondering if she’d spot a familiar face in the crowd.

[unfortunate-rp]

Congratulations, GISE! You have been accepted as your original character, PAMELA LUGO. I’m really excited to see Pamela on the dash! She’s got an interesting background that I think will be great for the plots to come! Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Gise

Age: twenty two

Pronouns: she / her

Time zone: GMT -6

Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): I would say 8.5 because while I currently have a lot of free time, writing inspiration doesn’t always strike exactly when we want it to. Still, I’ll be available almost all the time for plotting, direct messages and so.

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(If applying for second character) Characters played: n/a

How did you find us?:  through the ‘asoue rp’ tag

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ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION

Character Name:  Pamela Lugo

FC: Melissa Fumero / America Ferrera

Date of Birth: April 8th

Age: thirty five

Character Quote: “If you reach for the stars all you get are the stars, if you reach for the heavens you get the stars thrown in.”

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she / her

Sexual Orientation: undetermined

Occupation: Astronomy Art Specialist at Orion Observatory

Affiliation: V.F.D (firefighter)

Neighborhood: The Homes at Poplar Grove

Personality: (witty, curious, kind | stern, impatient, elusive)

BIOGRAPHY

Most of us get our names picked for us when we’re barely a few days, or even a few hours, old. Pamela picked her own name when she was a few, four to be exact, years old. Surely she had had another name (for two years at least) before she arrived at Miss Finch’s home for Orphans. All she arrived there with was a set of pyjamas, a star-patterned blanket and a confused expression. It was never explained to her why or who had brought her there.  She wondered about growing up, there wasn’t much free time about Miss Finch’s to sit and wonder. Though the people were kind, the chores were far too many. And whatever free time she did have, she spent at the Library.

An important reason was that her own life sometimes seemed to her too dull to spend as herself and in that one crowded home. The other, that the Library had newspapers going back decades, and once she’d gone through those of the year she arrived at the home, she kept looking back and back, searching for any clue, any photograph with a face that looked faintly like hers. Her blanket seemed an important clue for her, because she knew she couldn’t have picked it herself. Thus, anyone who wrote or drew or had anything at all to say about the stars became an interesting daydream. From two of those subjects she came to choose the name Pamela and the last name Lugo. As she grew older it seemed fated, as she discovered the stars were also her favourite thing to write, draw, read and talk about.  By age nine she had intricate knowledge of constellations and how to work a telescope, as well as a commonplace book filled with notes and illustrations.

When the orphanage funds grew thin and her future seemed dim, the door on future books and schools closing, a new opportunity opened. It came in the form of a note, written in a yellow piece of paper slipped inside one of the books she checked out most often from the library. It stated that a mysterious benefactor would help her pursue a career in Astronomy as long as she promised to make use of that career in the Orion Observatory.  She dismissed it, but a few days later, on the taxi ride back home from the library, the driver revealed the benefactor to be a Secret Organization, as well as the reason they needed someone trustworthy and well versed in all literature to look after a particular parking spot in the observatory.

And so, she finally found the two things she had always longed for in life: people to belong with, and the opportunity to do something extraordinary, even if through the seemingly ordinary. She grew up to do just that, eventually finding the perfect job in Orion Observatory. But good things can only last so long, and as the organization started breaking down in two, she had no choice but to align with those doing the noble thing. Little did she know things would only grow worse from Sybil Halloway’s murder on …

CONNECTIONS

Co-Worker to GEORGE JOHNSON George Johnson is one of the guards at Orion Observatory. She is one of the very few people Pamela makes a point of greeting and making small talk with at work, for he is vital in her role of guarding the messages passed along at the Observatory.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

Pamela gave up on the idea of finding her family many years ago. Her devotion for V.F.D runs as deep as blood, to the point where it has surpassed and replaced her childhood dreams of growing in the Astronomy Art field.

She is a quiet, secluded person. The schism within the organization has made her even more so.  Though her talents have earned her a good salary, she remains modest and does not like to flaunt or draw any attention to herself, not even at V.F.D parties or balls.

She is currently working on the development of an Astronomy related code for her side of the schism. She thinks old codes are untrustworthy since both sides know them, so this project feels of the uttermost importance for her.

What potential plans do you have for this character? I want the moral greyness of V.F.D to become more apparent for her. Even if I think she will always remain loyal to her side and the organization, I’d like the events of this roleplay to present a conflict for her that forces her outside an isolated, black and white perspective of the world.

What do you hope to bring to this roleplay with your character? First of all I’d like to bring someone who can help the plot move along in quiet ways. Just the passing along of information can be very important. And like I mentioned, I’d like to bring in someone who grew up within the Organization and is mostly – and consciously – blind to its flaws. Someone who can lure potential volunteers in by selling the V.F.D she believes in, and who is determined to protect it.

Anything Else? Why it was Into the Spider-Verse and it was awesome, thank you for asking.

WRITING SAMPLE

Ah, so it was quarter past eleven already. She had set her alarm for that time just in case she lost track of time – and she always did.  It was raining, too. She quieted the alarm and relished in that quiet for a moment.  There was only the soft sound of the raindrops against her window and the faint footsteps from up in the Main Telescope room. For a telescope room they were an awful lot and awfully noisy, she thought. Maybe once she would’ve liked to be in that room, peering for her assigned five minutes.  Or it could be ten now. Surely they would’ve given her fifteen, because she had once liked to imagine she’d always be the one to say the most interesting things in the room. Don’t get her wrong, she still enjoyed herself immensely on the rare occasion she used the telescope, but now … now she liked it quiet.

Or at least quiet enough to listen to any odd footsteps. Not that they were a frequent thing, yet she was frequently alert for them. And for any headlights lighting up her window view. For everyone else in the Observatory, it wasn’t a great view. It actually made one of the ugliest ones. Many argued she should argue for a move, because it didn’t allow her to look at much except the parking lot and a bit of the sky. However, it was perfect for her.  

It was perfect because, should anyone park there at night, it was her job to keep an eye on it. By now she recognized the few who took the spot –taxis, most of the time – and found looking at it expectantly as thrilling as the night sky. Thrilling in every way, exciting and tense. It was the tensest when the park in question wasn’t a taxi, since taxis was what her associates preferred to drive in.  And as a pair of headlights, somewhat squared and bright, moved in, she realized it would be one of those nights. She leaned a bit closer to the window, making her chair squeak – quick note, a better chair was something she shouldargue for.  The car stood still, and when someone finally exited from it, she was more tense than excited to make out a silhouette she didn’t recognize.

Tiptoeing, she made her way downstairs, and sneaked into the accountant’s office. They always left at five, so the lights had been long turned off and the windows long closed. She peered from them, and the figure stood right where she’d left it. Tick tock, half an hour went by, and the figure didn’t move. She rushed back upstairs to turn her office’s light off, grab her purple coat, and make a casual exit. Just an excited employee staying a little bit longer under the night sky.  Casually she strolled past the figure, who was a man in a black coat and hat.

“Goodnight sir. Are you here for our midnight Verified Firmament Display?”