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andrea~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Mon, 19/02/2024 23:43 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Fri, 16/02/2024 07:30 (1 Year ago) |
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Username: -andrea- Character Name: Adalia Cardeal adalia - refuge cardeal - the cardinal, a messenger bringing comfort from heaven Gender & Pronouns: Female She/Her Age: 24 Year: 2nd - The Protector Council Member & Position: Student Councillor Appearance: []Height: 170cm []Weight: 55kg []Skin Tone: pale ivory []Hair Style: long and a little wavy, usually untied []Hair Colour: pink gradient fading to orange-yellow, like the sunrise []Eye Colour: light purple []Clothes: a plain white dress somehow kept pristine []Accessories: rose choker, rose hairclips, star earrings Personality: ISFJ The Caregiver | 2w1 The Companion altruistic | purposeful | service-oriented | humble | unassuming | hardworking | responsible | supportive Adalia is capable, with a wealth of versatile gifts. Though sensitive and caring, she possesses excellent analytical abilities and an eye for detail. And despite her reserve, she tends to have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships. Adalia cares deeply for others, a mama bear who somehow manages to fuss over everyone and anyone who comes to her. For some, empathising and assisting others is a daunting and draining task. Not for Adalia. Caring for others is an instinct that comes to her naturally. Fears: atelophobia- the fear of imperfections | ataxophobia - the fear of disorder | atychiphobia - the fear of failure Relationships: none yet. if you want to strike one up, feel free to contact me :) Other: Adalia keeps her heart guarded under lock and key. Everyone knows her name. Everyone knows her face, they know what she does and what she’s like. But do they really? Rarely is it the case where Adalia opens up her heart to share her story with others. Her true self remains unknown to many, her motherly nature merely the surface of her soul. Those who have seen her for who she truly is have never had the fortune to glance upon the full picture. Pal Pad Group: yep Character Name: Kimora Lux kimora- bravery or righteousness lux- the unit of illumination Gender & Pronouns: Female she/they Age: 18, but can sometimes be seen acting like a tired single mom with too much shit on their plate Year: 1st Year Council Member & Position: nope, normal kid Appearance: Personality: sarcastic | sassy | headstrong | witty | loyal | kindhearted | generous | sensible Kimora comes off as sassy and intimidating at first. But in reality it’s just a natural exterior she’s developed to keep unwanted people away. Underneath that, she’s always willing to help out, ready to share things with others, and will always stick by your side no matter what Fears: Kimora fears being betrayed, having taken so long to trust someone, only for them to betray her is terrifying. Kimora also fears large crowds of people, as she believes that it is much easier for her to get ganged up on [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 15/02/2024 22:36 (1 Year ago) |
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“I hope I’m not boring you with all this talk. Perhaps you’d want to hear more about my abilities? Or maybe you already know them.” Morpheus continues, now lying on her cloud, hands supporting her face as she stared at Alyssa intently, legs crossed in the air. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 15/02/2024 07:13 (1 Year ago) |
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“I’m not one to judge. Dream-beings are made from a drop of blood of the creator, the life essence of either a happy or unhappy person- depending on whether the being is created from a nightmare or not. Complicated creatures, but easy to control. And immensely powerful, if not draining.” Morpheus rambles on, unperturbed by Leanne’s less-than-friendly stare. She got that a lot, after predicting a terrible tragedy years back, where she still had her own world. Another short pause, her dreamy stare gazing out into the abyss beyond “The cyborg demigod is not happy. His inventions probably don’t work…or they can’t be built. And Leanne is due to give birth. Sometime soon. Not more than two months now, but surely not within a week. Dear me…I will be falling into mud today. How terribly embarrassing. Perhaps I shall use my cloud to take this lovely village walk that Aleksandr has planned.” A dream-hand, now done with the dishes, reaches out to pat Emmie on the head. It presented her a with a liquid looking sphere, made of colorful swirly mist and sparkling stars, yet seemingly solid. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 15/02/2024 05:37 (1 Year ago) |
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Turning back to Alyssa, she asked “Tell me more about rune magic, Alyssa. How does it work, what is needed, and such” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 14/02/2024 23:47 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 14/02/2024 22:35 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 14/02/2024 13:39 (1 Year ago) |
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“And you, Miss Alyssa? Breakfast for you too?” A dream-hand reached out, helping to brush some soot off Alyssa’s hoodie, before returning to its batter mixing. “Whatever happened to you, dear?” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 14/02/2024 12:56 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 14/02/2024 10:50 (1 Year ago) |
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“If we really must stay the night here, I do remember there’s a hotel not too far down the road…what’s left of it, that is. Hopefully it’s still intact, we can shelter there. Otherwise we can gather resources from the debris and make a temporary shelter. Perhaps it would be wiser to take guard shifts as well, in case we are attacked.” Coca said nothing, shifting back to dragon form and sniffing the ground, for a trace of cookie or beast- some indication of how long this place had been deserted for. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 13/02/2024 22:43 (1 Year ago) |
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Aliases: The Dreamweaver | Nightmare’s Bane Age: 20 Height: 160cm Description:  Personality: short-tempered, perfectionist, kind, sensible, sarcastic Original World: Harry Potter How long have they stayed at the house?: six months, give or take Other: a former celebrated “seer” in her world, she has the power to manifest and manipulate dreams and nightmares. She can see into the future, but only for the mundane things, and very rarely, give prophesy. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 04/02/2024 02:12 (1 Year ago) |
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1~7/10~12 Female 1~9/11 sure, but above are the taken districts [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 23:20 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 23:14 (1 Year ago) |
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Lilith sat patiently, brushing her doll’s bright red locks with a small brush. She hummed to herself, a small smile on her face. Her mother sat beside her, entertaining young Lilith’s antics, pouring pretend tea into dainty little cups for the dolls, as well as mini tea cakes, with a small jar of ‘honey’. However, their peaceful playtime was soon disrupted by her father. Blundering into the room, roaring incoherently, meaty fists waving in displeasure. ‘Like a wild boar’ Lilith thought. Except to think this would be insulting to the boar. “Git up, you *****. Make yerself useful, a wife like ya is supposed ta cook and clean fir meh” He yells, slamming his fist on the table before clinging on to it for support, having nearly stumbled over his own feet in a drunken stupor. Lilith’s mother got up meekly to cook, not even daring to look him in the eyes, lest she spark another burst of unreasonable rage from the man. “And you, whaddya think ya doing, lazy *****? Playing dollies? What are ya, five? Stupid *****. Go help yer good fir nuthin mother in the kitchen, or I’ll beat the hell out of you.” Lilith’s blue eyes hardened, but she said nothing, quietly picking up her doll and heading in the direction of the kitchen. A whispered incantation, and her dolls came to life, helping her dear mother in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables and stirring the soup. Meanwhile, Lilith left the kitchen. Quietly, she observed her father from a distance, making sure that she stayed out of sight. Patience. Good things came to those who waited. And just as Lilith was about to return to the kitchen- her father started to look uncomfortable, before coughing violently, making mild choking noises. In between breaths, he still managed to sputter out “Oi! *****, get meh some water, ya stupid girl” Lilith steps out from her spot, walking over to her father, eyes shining in awe and fascination. This she had got to see for herself. Lilith looked on with a smile, as her father attempted to yell and lunge at her, only to fall to the ground, coughing away like his life depended on it. Mid-cough, he choked out a beetle. And then several more beetles. Lilith made no attempt to help, her smile growing wider. “Mama and I will never beat you in brute strength. But unlike you? I have brains. Know what you’re coughing up? They are genetically modified Dytiscidaes, to be precise predacious diving beetles. Modified with the best traits from each, their jaws are five times the size they should be. Their larvae have been thriving in your stomach ever since you ingested them about a week ago, together with your fancy red wine. Eating you from the inside out, searching for an escape route. Seems to me that they’re finally successful.” Beetles continue pouring out from his mouth with each cough, a seemingly endless stream. As he collapses, Lilith smiles, turning on her heel, leaving the house with her mother. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 03:34 (1 Year ago) |
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Here are the taken Districts! Female 1~5/7~9/11 Male 1~7/10~12 [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 21/01/2024 23:24 (1 Year ago) |
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You may start your posts with background/characters heading to the reaping! [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 21/01/2024 23:22 (1 Year ago) |
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Everyone knows what today is. It’s the day of the Reaping. Where two children are ripped from their homes to participate in a gruesome fight of survival. Though it’s guaranteed to be more interesting this time, for the Capitol has realized there exist supernaturals amongst them all.  “You fried gizzard feet! You stained my dress!! The custom tailored white lace one I got from France!!! Do you even know how much it costs???” Andrea flings her silk slipper at her flustered maid. “Sorry, miss.” She replies, trembling as she fumbles into a curtsy. The frightened maid had been dealing with her mistress’s fiery temper ever since one of the other maids spilt a drop of coffee on the carpet floor— an insignificant mistake that with no doubt pushed Andrea’s mood over the edge. She scoffs, flicking a speck of dirt off her shoulder, dismissing the maid with a haughty wave. Silver and gold bracelets wrapped around pale wrists, and pretty necklaces adorned her neck. She had an abundance of gold rings on her fingers, way too dazzling and way too elegant for someone just staying at home. But then again, Andrea always did things extravagantly. Despite all the bling, she didn’t look overdressed or out of place, her home as elegant as her figure. She was wearing a poofy black dress, so wide she could hid several dead bodies under it. Underneath the curtain that was her dress, an abundance of scrap metal lay, neatly packed for whatever ingenious ideas Andrea had. However, the thing that took pride of place and bunned up her long locks of jet black hair with white streaks was a ornate Damascus knife inlaid with gold, with a blood red ruby embedded in its handle of white marble. [a little while later] Soft white silk gloves slid gently across the table’s surface. Andrea put it up to her eyes, staring at it quietly, frowning when she spotted dust on her silk glove. “Anne!! Didn’t I tell you to get someone to clean this up? There’s dust! It’s not cleaned properly” She shrieks hysterically. Another small maid wobbles over, balancing a huge pile of laundry, and apologises hurriedly, scurrying off to go get someone to clean up the speck of dirt. Andrea was partially a germaphobe, she didn’t like it when there was even the slightest mess. She whistles, summoning the head maid over, and dismissing them all to go take a break after that mess was dealt with. The head maid nods gratefully, and Andrea sighs once the maids have all returned to their quarters. She rips off her jewellery and her gloves with scorn, letting her hair loose and slipping out of her dress to reveal decently normal clothing underneath. If you considered combat wear normal clothing, that is. Andrea walks in front of her floor to ceiling mirror, swiping her blood on the small scanner hidden in the mirror, as gears softly whir to life, revealing a pristine white laboratory, with all sorts of bubbling chemical brews poofing out colorful smoke. She selects a test tube with white solution inside, and minimal effervescence. Swirling it around, she nods approvingly, before pouring it into a bowl. She then takes out a mortar and pestle, and a clump of red looking rocks. Arsenic, and red metal cinnabar. She sprinkles a few dried leaves and a bunch more powders, checking it against some sort of journal. She pours it into a flask when ready, and pockets it. Next, she takes a needle, drawing out some of her own blood, and then gently uncoiling a snake from her shoulder. “Spit” she tells the snake, and venom trickles into the test tube. She empties the blood into a separate vial, then some of the venom. She watches the blood, then dropping a few jasmine leaves in it, a special orangey-purple flower, leaf pulp, Good. The venom was no longer effective. She smiles, having gotten her desired results. She curled the albino back around her neck, labelling the test tube. She steps away from experimenting for now, hanging her coat and lab goggles, before stepping into another section of the lab, scanning her thumbprint, retina and her DNA, as a small slit in the door turned into a handle, swinging open to reveal disguises of all sorts, intricate pieces of tech and a singular, simple needlegun. She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, then looks out the window. Hooray for the Reaping, she supposed. She cleans up, locks everything, and with one last look, she locks the lab and steps out of the mirror. Tapping a few buttons on the small metal hummingbird, it whirred to life, following alongside her, wings flapping like a real one. With that, Andrea seemed to be satisfied, heading off to the Reaping [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 16/01/2024 23:56 (1 Year ago) |
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“But a bird that stalks down her narrow cage can seldom see through her bars of rage. Her wings are clipped and her feet are tied” Behind the glass wall, a zombie paced. Back and forth across the carpet. White hollow eyes, flesh gone in certain places, strands of red hair atop a mutilated head. Where the skin had peeled, sat rotted sinew and tissue now softer than mud. Occasionally, decaying flesh slipped off the still-solid skeleton. This small room seemed to be a bedroom, of sorts. The walls were a deep, royal purple and inlaid with patterns spanning floor to ceiling, seeming to be made of goldleaf. In the center was a large bed, with silken sheets and curtains of a soft light purple coloration. On the bedstand is a vase of lavender, and its scent permeates the entirety of the room. Beside it, a singular picture frame, of two women, one smiling goofily as she took the picture, the other distracted by a seashell a crab seemed to have brought her. A floor up, ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sat in her room. The walls a deep royal purple, inlaid with patterns. The center, a large bed with silken sheets and curtains of a soft light purple coloration. Exactly the same as the room down below. Inserting the thumbdrive into her computer, she pressed play on the singular video the thumbdrive held. Soft children’s music began playing, as the scene played out on the computer screen. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚, looking not much younger, tears streaming down her cheeks as she placed her hand on the glass wall, seperating her from the other redheaded woman. They seemed to be talking, yet the noise was drowned out by music. As the video pulled to a close, the screen dimmed, and a voice rang out. “Love, if you’re listenting to this, it means I’m dead, or corrupted. I’m sorry for leaving you so suddenly like that. I wish I could spend more time with you. I wish we’d adopted a child together. There’s so many things I wish for, but the most important is a happy end for us. I am no longer by your side, but I am in your heart. But please move on, love. You must. Live happily, and I will live through you. Do not mourn forever, for I’ll see you again. One day. And if I’m corrupted……. If you see me, kill me. My greatest mercy as a zombie is to die by your hands. Swift and loving. It’s hard to hear, I know. But I don’t want to infect you. The video ended there, and a tear fell from ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚’s eye. “But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams. Her shadow shouts on a nightmare scream and she opens her throat to scream” As ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ descended into the basement, she gave the zombie a small smile, eyes watering with unshed tears. The zombie shuffled over to the glass in momentary recognition, before continuing its pacing. She pressed a button to lower the glass, and as the zombie shuffled out, she raised her sniper rifle. A singular gunshot rang out, and she shot the zombie with teary eyes. A bullet straight into her brain, and the zombie collapsed, now very much dead. “A free bird leaps on the back of the wind dips her wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. Now I know why the caged bird sings.” ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ wiped her tears, a burden lifted from her shoulders. It hurt her heart, but she was glad that she was finally able to fulfil their promise. She packed her bags, and with one final glance, she left the place with a lighter heart. [Read more] |