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andrea~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 14/02/2024 13:39 (10 Months 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 (10 Months ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Wed, 14/02/2024 10:50 (10 Months 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 (10 Months 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 (11 Months 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 (11 Months ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Tue, 23/01/2024 23:14 (11 Months 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 (11 Months 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 (11 Months 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 (11 Months 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 (11 Months 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] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Mon, 15/01/2024 12:59 (11 Months ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 14/01/2024 02:09 (11 Months ago) |
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“𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥” ♥ Character Name | Anne Marie Täydellisyyttä ♥ Aliases | annie / amar / celine ♥ Age | 23 ♥ Gender | Female ♥ Pronouns | she/her ♥ Sexuality | biromantic | asexual ♥ Appearance ♥ [x] ♥ Personality ♥ ENTJ | TeNi | 3w4 | Chaotic Neutral | C-S-D (Melancholy-Phlegmatic-Choleric) She is an individualist and an extreme overachiever. Anne strives to be the best, a perfectionist in almost every way. Formerly known as the ‘Silk Weaver’, she designed outfits for several celebrities, before joining Illusion Studios. Anne is blunt and straightforward; if you’ve come to her for advice, rest assured, there’ll be no sweet talk, just her blunt opinion. She is not one to pick a (mental) fight with, as Anne is a logic-oriented person who sticks firmly to facts. Witty and sarcastic, you can expect snarky comebacks from her. Her humor tends to deviate towards the morbid side, but she means no harm. Anne is, however, narcissistic. Having achieved perfection, excelled in everything she picked up, she is determined to maintain this facade, no matter the cost. She is prideful, strongly believing that her success is her effort alone. Insulting her never ends in anything good, as you will find yourself on the receiving end of snappy remarks and cold glares. Anne has, put simply, a silver tongue. Though unable to empathise, she has studied the human nature long enough to be able to put up a front. You’d never be able to tell if she was genuine, or just acting for the sake of it. ♥ Sin ♥ Pride | to be the best in every way. ♥ History ♥ Anne grew up in a poor family, living in a rundown shack in the countryside. Cliche as it may seem, Anne quickly rose to success through her hard work and talent. Under the surface, however, was a strong desire to be better than her parents and older siblings. Driven, obsessed even, with perfection, Anne sought to be better- best. She would settle for nothing less than first place, doing just about anything to achieve her goal. She spent days cooped up in her room, or studying the world of the upper-class, growing evermore distant with her family. The face the public knows is nothing but a well practiced facade, her manic obsession hidden beneath charming smiles and talented works. Lacking the natural ability others would have to get along with others, Anne’s charm and amiable nature is a trained skill, developed through years of pretense. Anne holds her costume secrets close to her heart- not because she doesn’t want her ideas to be replicated, but rather, they are rather extreme's, and would be frowned upon by society. Joining Illusion Studios, one would likely have seen a shred of Anne’s true colors, the joint of insanity in her eyes, as she fusses over each model’s outfits [+] strengths: efficient self confident strong willed strategic eloquent ambitious [-] weaknesses: stubborn intolerant impatient arrogant obsessive passive aggressive emotionally unavailable (sometimes) ♥ Additional Info ♥ Illusion Studio’s best costume (and hair) stylist, Anne brings fantastical ideas to reality. With capable hands and enough fabric, she can transform just about anything into a stunning piece of art. For such intricate pieces, Anne takes surprisingly little time to complete them (though at the cost of her health), obsessing over little details through day and night, stopping occasionally for small bites or sips of water and only resting once her work is done. 🤍 [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sun, 14/01/2024 01:29 (11 Months ago) |
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Female 1~5/7~9 Male 1~7/11 Both accepted! [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 01:29 (11 Months ago) |
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Female 1~5/7~9 Male 1~6/11 @interna_chaotica no problem! @everglades res d1 female [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 11/01/2024 08:43 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 11/01/2024 04:45 (1 Year ago) |
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A reminder of the spots that are no longer available! Female 2/3/4/5/7/8/9 Male 1~5/11 @cardboard, junebug, daiko, accepted! @all make comfy suffer, treat their characters with nothing but warmth and happiness @all if you want death fodder, sure, go ahead. If you want your character to kill/(or in the case of the current roleplayers we have here) be killed by someone, work it out with them and lmk one way or another. @junebugg successfully switched districts! [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56 |
Posted: Thu, 11/01/2024 03:20 (1 Year ago) |
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Your Username: -andrea- Character name: Florence Oregon Age: 23 Gender: female Appearance:  Personality: INTP (The Logician)| 5w4 Deeply curious, independent, and very self-sufficient, Penny has many interests and often becomes an expert in more than one area. Spending time alone, reading, and exploring their interests is the ideal of a perfect time for this highly introverted type. Though they are rational and emotionally distant in general, they show unique creativity and a sense of humor within their closest circle and at work. They simply cannot be shallow and artificial, even if they want to be. Their inquisitive, powerful minds see beyond the surface, which is why they appear to know almost everything. When it comes to friendships and romantic relationships, these people are very selective. They prefer serious commitment and take an unusually long time to warm up. They are the most likely to feel comfortable traveling alone, dedicating their time to learning new things and following their interests. They exude delicate but pleasant energy, and people around them are often curious about this sophisticated, silent type. They are the person in your circle who speaks rarely but smartly and with purpose. This is why others are often so impressed with the depth of their insight and the speed at which they collect information. pride themselves on their unique perspective and vigorous intellect. They can’t help but puzzle over the mysteries of the universe. Penny is the type to prefer solitude, as they can easily become immersed in their thoughts when they are left to their own devices. They are also incredibly creative and inventive, and they are not afraid to express their novel ways of thinking or to stand out from the crowd. Weapon(s): sniper/damascus steel throwing knives Other: tbd Can I add you to a GC with everyone else in the RP?: yeah The Great War [Read more] |