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Posted: Wed, 01/09/2021 18:37 (3 Years ago)

Is your next 5-star guaranteed to be the banner character?

If so, I'd say keep saving for Ganyu, if she's a character you want

Baal will most likely get a re-run in the next couple of updates

Shop cons, I'm not familiar with Xingqiu, I have him at C4 but have never used him

But Ningguang's C1 is nice bc your normal attacks give AoE damage

Also not familiar with the black cliff weapons, I believe their sub-stats are Crit Dmg?

I, personally, haven't bothered to buy them as I'd usually spend my starglitter on wishes, if not character cons

I suppose it depends on who you're building, but here's the wiki page for the Blackcliff Series if you want to compare them

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Posted: Wed, 01/09/2021 17:18 (3 Years ago)

I don't have much to update on c':

Ningguang is now C6 ! So, she's pretty much completed -

I bought her con from the store bc I'm pretty confident that I can get 10 more starglitter by the end of next month for Amber

I've also fully levelled the Inazuma 4-star bow - I forgot what it's called - so Amber is trialling that for me cx

I haven't noticed much of a difference tbh, compared to the Sacrificial bow, but she's hitting 30k melt so ig it's okay-ish

I haven't played the new archon quest yet, but I've definitely heard some things about it hnnnn

Uhhh- I'm not sure how I feel about the new islands? I think its the puzzles that irk me

The fishing is great though c': Probably my favourite thing atm

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Posted: Tue, 31/08/2021 22:40 (3 Years ago)

The ink-dipped black quill glided smoothly across the document as she wrote, elegant cursive penmanship decorating the page. After signing it off, Arashi places the feather back into the inkpot with an audible annoyed sigh. It was days such as this, where she had no league challenger battles recorded in her journal, that Arashi would spend the majority of the day cooped up in her dimly lit office, silently working on the pile of paperwork that seemed to only grow in height upon the oak desk. Today, especially. The Champion had barely stepped into the League's Palace that morning, showing up for work, when she was bombarded with the reports of the locking Pokéballs by her colleagues. She - very quickly - learnt that she, too, had been affected, 4 out of 5 of her Pokéballs locking. To say that Arashi was irritated for not noticing earlier would be an understatement. No one dared say anything more, but all anxiously watched as Arashi stormed her way through the building, to her office, a loud and heavy slam resonating throughout the halls soon after.

That was where she remained for hours, the four locked luxury balls sitting on her desk. Mandibuzz, Skarmory, Gyarados, Talonflame. With quite a bit of unnecessary force, Arashi pulls open the top drawer of the hardwood desk, causing the capsules above to clink together like marbles. From the drawer, she plucks out an envelope from an array of other bits of stationery and slides the letter inside, sealing it with the traditional wax stamp, which had been customised to print her 'A' initial. With the letter still in hand, Arashi stretches up from her seat, the cramp in her legs from hours of sitting finally allowed to ease. Being her own boss, she decides now would be the time that she would go pick up a snack, after sending off the document, before returning. Although, before leaving, she can't help but glance wistfully at the Pokéballs on her desk, at the same time, feeling through the fabric of her dress for the lone Pokéball fixed into a custom-built holster on her thigh.

Mentally vowing to herself to do all she can to help her Pokémon - to help her region, and its people - she reaches for the handle of the door to her office. But as she goes to step out into the hall, a dizzy sensation takes over and she blacks out. The next thing Arashi knows, upon waking from her brief fainting episode, she's picking herself up from off of the ground in an unknown town - how embarrassing. Well, not quite, unknown. Despite having never left her home region, she's was able to make out her surroundings to be that of Viridian City, from pictures in geography books she'd read on a whim. Still... How did she get here? Why was she here? Was this all related to the locked Pokéballs? So many questions and Arashi felt powerless without answers to any of them. She figured a trip to the Pokémon Center, a communal area, would be her best bet at finding some.

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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 594	Posted: Mon, 30/08/2021 13:07 (3 Years ago)
	Wait- did ya'll know that npc's clap for Barbara when she attacks them? ;w; I was doing commissions and, as a mobile player, I'm always misclicking (esp wasting bursts smh) And, it's so adorable?? ♡ She's like this close to level 10 friendship c': [Read more]

~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 594	Posted: Mon, 30/08/2021 00:30 (3 Years ago)
	I think I'm done with my form for now, I gotta migraine ;w; Let me know if I need to change anything and I'll sort it as soon as I can ! [Read more]

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Posted: Sat, 28/08/2021 14:07 (3 Years ago)

hello ! figured I would give a fair warning to say that I'm super interested
but don't know if I'll be able to join bc I struggle with juggling multiple rps ;w;
I'll make a form anyway, if that's okay? c':

Username: ~Fahrenheit~

Character Name: Arashi Toba

Age: 21 years old

Appearance:

here

Arashi considers herself fairly tall, standing at around 1.72m (5'8") in her high-heeled boots, with a slender build, 52kgs (115lbs). Her pale-gold eyes are framed by thick lashes, whilst her feather-soft hair is silver, almost white, and smells faintly of vanilla. Contrasting with her charcoal black outfit, her skin is smooth and milk-white. If not already obvious, her dress was designed to resemble that of a bird, likely her Honchkrow, with black wing-like details hugging her waist and collar. Additionally, Arashi has a matching headpiece, plus gloves. Her boots are knee-high, the heels giving her a couple of inches on top of her actual height, which she feels is not important to announce. It may seem like an impractical outfit - it really is - but she's no longer your average trainer running around in the wild. Arashi is usually never in a rush, her Pokémon can fly if need be-

Personality:

"What... was that saying..? Calm before the storm?"

Arashi, aka "Storm Rider", is the current reigning champion of a faraway region, who specialises in, both, flying and dark-type Pokémon. Her peers that stand beside her in the league, would describe her as a bit of a mystery, whose actions tend to be as unpredictable as the weather, but someone whose good mood should be taken advantage of. Challengers of her region, on the other hand, know "The Storm Rider" for the brutal battles she holds up. As a person who defends her title viciously, she wrings out every last drop of hard work that each trainer has to offer her.

Thus, whilst Arashi may seem completely untroubled on the outside, there's really no telling what may be brewing in her mind. Arashi as herself, rather than "Storm Rider", is a rather awkward person. Since becoming her region's leader, a casual social life has been pretty non-existent, usually resorting to just staying behind in the palace her region's league is set in unless needing to meet with others for business. Travelling as a teen was lonely as others avoided being around for too long because her partner, the Murkrow, was considered to be 'unlucky'. On many occasions did Arashi consider releasing the Pokémon, but would eventually decide against it. Somewhere deep down, Arashi cares and has a lot of love to give, she just is unsure of how to express it.

~~Also, she really loves Moomoo milk, and her league friends tease her for it.~~

Pokémon:

If one utters a deep cry, many Murkrow gather quickly. For this, it is called “Summoner of Night.”

Honchkrow | Gender: Male
Species: Big Boss Pokémon | Height: 0.9 m (2′11″) | Weight: 27.3 kg (60.2 lbs)
Ability: Moxie | Nature: Adamant | Held Item: Life Orb
Wing Attack | Foul Play | Tailwind | Night Slash
Proud of its power

Honchkrow has been Arashi's partner for as long as she can remember. After she had nursed the, then barely-hatched, Murkrow back to health, as it had fallen from its nest during a storm, it visited her often bringing shiny gifts of gratitude. Now evolved, Honchkrow will still occasionally bring her shiny things that it finds. He doesn't seem to be particularly fond of other people, and will try to snatch sparkly things from them; However, he can be temporarily appeased with spicy Poffins and/or red Pokéblocks.

Weapon:

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Yoru no Ōjo: Unsheathing the katana causes a black mist to manifest around its wielder, somewhat resembling large birds wings. When bracing for an incoming attack, the shadowy wings may wrap around the user to completely absorb Psychic-type attacks, or significantly reduce the damage received from Ghost and Dark-type attacks. When using the Yoru no Ōjo to attack, a slash from this blade will inflict Dark-type damage on the opponent. On the fifth slash, the user's Crit Rate will increase slightly.

Other: Giovanni rude..? Yeah, he's pretty rude tbh-

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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 594	Posted: Fri, 27/08/2021 23:59 (3 Years ago)
	Kazuha's banner started June 29, 2021 and ended July 20, 2021 Klee's re-run was before his ! [Read more]

~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 594	Posted: Fri, 27/08/2021 23:47 (3 Years ago)
	In the nicest way possible- In an alternate universe, Lianne, you're probably a 5*character but- Anyway- What colour Seele pet did y'all pick? c': [Read more]

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Posted: Fri, 27/08/2021 19:30 (3 Years ago)

❥ Face Claim: Sage Tullis

❥ RP Prompt: Winter of Tomorrow

Alias
❥ Forename: Aurelia
❥ Forename Meaning: of Latin origin meaning "the golden one"
❥ Surname: Carlisle
❥ Surname Meaning: from the name of a city in northern England
❥ Nicknames: Aura

Birth
❥ Gender: Female
❥ Pronouns: She / Her
❥ Romantic Orientation: x
❥ Sexual Orientation: x

❥ Current Age: 18+ years
❥ Birthday: March 13th
❥ Star Sign: Pisces

❥ Species: Half-Blood (half-werewolf half-human)

Appearance
[Human]
❥ Skin Tone: Light Apricot
❥ Eye Colour: Grey
❥ Hair Colour: Platinum Blonde / White
❥ Hair Style: Straight, Shoulder-length
❥ Height: 5'5" / 165cm
❥ Weight: 125lbs / 56kg
❥ Unique Blemishes: Freckles

[Wolf]
❥ Fur Colour: White
❥ Eye Colour: Brown / Gold
❥ Height: 3'3" / 100cm (at shoulder)
❥ Weight: 175lbs / 80kg
❥ Unique Markings: the yellow-ish tinge to her fur appears gold under sunlight

Personality
[Human]
❥ MBTI: ENFP (The Champion)
❥ Enneagram: 7w6 (The Enthusiast)
❥ Triad: Head (Thinking)
❥ Alignment: x

info

[Wolf]
❥ Pack Rank: x
❥ Temperament:

info

Abilities
[Strengths]
❥ Shapeshifting: "It is explained that the older a Half-Bloods becomes in age, the more control they can exert over their transformation, to the point that they can change at will, possessing full mental control of their wolf form."
❥ Superhuman Agility: "Their agility is greater than humans, they're able to can jump, run, climb and react faster than humans. Also, they have the ability to run on four legs, allowing them to cross over distances at a fast rate, and they're able to land on their feet when falling from above."
❥ Superhuman Senses: "They possess enhanced senses of smell, hearing and sight that are superior even to those of wolves, not just humans and are also able to sense supernatural creatures in close proximity to themselves."
❥ Healing Factor: "Half-Bloods also possess superb physical resilience and remarkable regenerative abilities. Their recovery abilities are hampered by the presence of silver in their bodies."

[Weaknesses]
❥ Wolfsbane: "Wolfsbane can kill half-bloods, cause them to change, or even heal them if used correctly."
Similarly: Belladonna/Mistletoe (poisonous); Mountain Ash (containment barriers for non-Alphas); Silver/Mercury (vulnerability)
❥ Lunar Cycle: "When there is a full moon in the sky at night, half-bloods are driven to transform into their wolf-form for the entire duration of the full moon."
Similarly: Hecatolite, a type of moonstone (blocks the effects of the moon and transformations); Electricity (steady, low amperage electricity can keep werewolves weak and in human form)
❥ Magic: "Witches are able to curse and inflict supernaturals aneurysms that cause the blood vessels of half-blood to explode."
❥ Heart Extraction: "If the heart of a half-blood is removed, it will cause instant death."
Similarly: Mortality (age, fire, drowning, extreme loss of blood, suffocation, etc.); Broken Neck/Decapitation

Source, Source

Skills
❥ Athletics | physical co-ordination and reflexes | ☆☆☆☆☆

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Posted: Fri, 27/08/2021 17:09 (3 Years ago)

"..but I don't want..mm...huh..?"

Canna's eyes flutter open, awoken from a gentle nudge against her leg. Her vision was fuzzy from exhaustion, but could just about make out the short grey figure in the darkness before her. Mumbling some incoherent words, Canna's arm blindly swats away the thing that had woken her from her slumber. After several attempts to 'shoo' it off, her hand suddenly makes contact with the creature, causing it to yelp.

"Faolán..?" she murmurs, the sound like nails on a chalkboard in her ear, "I'm sorry... I..."

Using the back of her hand, she wipes the sleep from her eyes with a yawn. The dog in question sits at her feet, tail wagging as he pants. Ruby eyes stare down at him blankly as Canna tries her best to rattle her brain into working out what the dog could want.

"You want food..? ..No? Water?"

Water. Canna would have rolled her eyes if she hadn't been as tired as she was. Of course, the one thing she'd forget to look for would be water. However, she settles with another groan, burying her face in her hands, cursing to herself. Faolán paws at her leg, a gesture of begging, which Canna always gave into. She reaches for the bag around her torso, fumbling with the stubborn zip, before feeling around for the plastic water bottle. Several months old, the plastic had been crushed in several places, but up until now, Canna had been unable to carry any more. She concluded, by its weight, that it still contained some water, but it couldn't have been any more than a mouthful or two.

"Let's move over there. I don't feel like falling off of this swing in my sleep.."

Her legs wobble slightly as she stands, crumbs of trail mix falling from her lap and onto the ground as she did so. She points, with a sharp click of her fingers, over towards a nearby bench, indicating where for Faolán to move to, in which he does with a bark, racing over jumping onto the wooden fixture. Carefully, she follows behind. Canna throws down her backpack against the armrest, it was soft enough, thanks to the spare clothes inside, that she could probably use it as a pillow. Then she sits down, loosening the cap on the bottle and taking a small sip, enough to wet her mouth, before pouring the rest in her palm for Faolán to drink from. Faolán now satisfied, Canna dries her hands on her leggings and the two lay down to rest.

"Goodnight, Faolán."

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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 594	Posted: Thu, 26/08/2021 22:11 (3 Years ago)
	The main RP page is here, if you still need the link ! [Read more]

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Posted: Thu, 26/08/2021 20:38 (3 Years ago)

She had not long turned six years old when the man she knew as her uncle came to visit. However, the banging on the front door when he arrived, followed by his loud demands to be let in, had scared the small child, causing her to run and hide under the frame of her bed. The banging stopped shortly after she heard the door open, yet the yelling continued. Her father was quick to bite back, the sound of her mother's crying could also be heard in the background.

Young Canna clutched onto the stuffed toy she'd gotten from her most recent birthday: a grey, scruffy but soft dog. Unlike the previous years, this year, it had been her only gift. She knew her parents had been struggling with money for a while now. Whilst they never told her directly, Canna wasn't blind to the smaller portions during dinner, the sudden change of beans and rice most nights, and how empty her parents' plates were, compared to hers. Naive, she'd often offer her parents some of her food, but they'd always decline with 'I'm not that hungry right now, sweetie' or 'You need to eat it to be big and strong!'. Sometimes, when she couldn't sleep at night, due to storms or nightmares, she'd seek out her parents for cuddles, only to overhear them worrying about money and loans, whatever they were.

The arguing gradually got quieter as if the adults had moved on outside. She waited, and waited until it got to the point where Canna could no longer hear anything. Hesitantly, she wriggles out from under the bed, and moves over to the door where she pokes out her head. Still holding the teddy, prying ruby eyes take in their surroundings, only to find no sign of her parents.

"Canna," a voice calls out that is, neither, her dear mama's or papa's, "Canna, come on out."

Her uncle comes into view, his clothes slightly dishevelled, but appeared otherwise calm, as if everything that had just happened was just another nightmare and made up by her imagination.

"Where's... Where's mama and papa?"

"They've gone away for a while. I'll be taking care of you until they come back, okay? It's been a while since you've last visited, and your cousins miss you a lot. Wouldn't you like to see them again?"

Canna bites her lip, nodding meekly as she reaches out to hold her uncles' own outstretched hand. She wasn't fond of visiting her uncle and his family. His sons were always rough with her, leaving her to go home each time with bumps and bruises, whilst their parents excused them with the classic, 'Oh, Canna had an accident today whilst the kids were playing. She tripped and bruised...". But if her parents had said that she had to stay with her uncle, who was she to defy them?

However, days soon turned to weeks, which then turned into months... years... with no sign of her parents.

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Posted: Thu, 26/08/2021 14:47 (3 Years ago)

Mouth agape, Canna had been left speechless by the sudden scene that had just been played out before her. Even Faolán, himself, didn't have the time to react: the blue-faced stranger had left as quickly as they'd appeared. She's frozen in that spot for what feels like hours, her ruby eyes now glassy from tears that threaten to spill. But they never come. Canna swallows down the sick-feeling in the throat, following through with some deep breaths in an attempt to regain her composure.

"A bit too paranoid," she quotes again, with a light-hearted chuckle, "Maybe I am."

It's only when Faolán whines once more, that Canna is brought back to reality. Crouching down to his level, she lays her head upon his, scratching the base of the dog's ears with her free hand, the other still clutching onto her cigarette that was, more than likely, now misshapen. Nonetheless, she wouldn't let it go to waste, as cigarettes were considerably hard to come by now, and she was almost desperate for a hit of nicotine. As if supply 'shopping' wasn't already stressful enough-

"It's okay, I'm fine," she hums, "Let's get going, okay? You want food, hm..?"

She's met with a wet tongue to the face, taking that as Faolán's 'yes'. Unable to help but crack a smile at the dog, she wipes away the slobber with the back of her hand as she stands, and the two leave the shopping mall behind them. As soon as her feet leave the building, Canna takes a long drag of the cigarette, finally. But despite the temporary relief, Canna was still left with a lot of questions. Who was that blue guy? Fog? Odd name. Why didn't he kill her too? Come to the Spindle River - where ever that was - if she ever needed anything? Sounded like an invitation to visit death itself-

Canna settles in a playground, in a nearby park, seating herself on one of the swings, which squeaks with her every movement. She takes out a packet of beef jerky, breaking off small pieces and throwing it to the ground where the dog lying at her feet waits patiently. Personally, Canna finds the smell of the dehydrated meat unpleasant, so she settles for snacking on her 'glorified bird food'.

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Posted: Wed, 25/08/2021 21:15 (3 Years ago)

Remaining quiet, she takes a minute to assess the situation she's in. A bit too paranoid, he says. He really must not have anything to lose if he's this calm during an apocalypse. So then... If that's true, and he is alone...

"Canna. My name is Canna. With a 'C' not a 'K'. That's... all you need to know about me, right now."

That was all she really had left: a name. So, in a way, they were somewhat similar, perhaps? Canna exhales deeply, her hands trembling slightly, anxiety fueling the urge for an early cigarette.

"I'll believe you, I guess," she says bluntly with a huff, "I need to go... get some air. If you want... I'll be sticking around the city for a little longer. If you want to... partner up after you've got whatever you've come here for. I mean, if you're not too paranoid that I might bite..."

She shrugs on her backpack and pulls her hood over her head. The fluffy faux animal ears stitched onto them were a childish feature, for sure, but Canna secretly loved them. She flashes him a small, empathetic smile.

"I'll see you around, Kaylan. Faolán, let's go."

Turning on her heel, Canna leaves, calling for Faolán to follow as she lights up her second cigarette.

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	Slightly panicking- I watched one of those Genshin/Honkai conspiracy videos And, I swear, if Mihoyo does anything to even slightly hurt Beidou, I'll cry- I love her, but don't play her bc I can't counter for sh- There's so many death flags for other characters- I'm hoping that Genshin will be a friendlier Honkai and not kill anyone off ;w; [Read more]

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Posted: Wed, 25/08/2021 18:24 (3 Years ago)

Canna watches the newcomer like a hawk, Faolán standing in front of her protectively, but no longer growling. Her trust wasn't something that Canna gave just anyone the luxury of. Hence why she couldn't just turn her back on them either. She was fast, but she certainly didn't have eyes on the back of her head to watch out for a surprise attack. And if one person had made it here, who was there to say that there wasn't more out there, potentially waiting to ambush her?

"Who are you? And where are your people?" she calls out.

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Posted: Wed, 25/08/2021 17:30 (3 Years ago)

Canna had moved on to the pharmacy area of the store, which was, as expected, even emptier than the rest of the store. She eyed the on-site dispensary area. If she was going to find anything that had been left behind, it'd probably be in there, right? Signalling for Faolán to sit, Canna hops over the counter with ease, slipping into the back room.

Documents, glass, trampled medicine boxes, and other medical instruments that she was unsure of their uses, had been scattered across the floor making it difficult for her to navigate the already cramped room. She picks up a small bottle of Codine pills, a box of Amoxicillin capsules, and various wound dressings. To conclude, it was a pitiful haul. But, it was something, at least.

"Is anyone here?"

Faolán swiftly picks up his head at the sound of the voice, looking back towards the entrance of the store in doing so. His greying muzzle pulls back as he lets out a low growl. Canna, alerted by the animal's sudden change in demeanour, hurries back out, her eyes following that of the dog's. Was someone else here?

She clears her throat, yelling, "Who's there? What do you want? I'd stay back if you don't wish to be bitten!"

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Posted: Wed, 25/08/2021 16:13 (3 Years ago)

Canna enters the mall with caution, scanning the surrounding area before actually stepping inside. She can't remember how many times in the past she'd been chased out of similar places for shoplifting. She wouldn't be surprised if there were posters with her face on them, banning her from entry. The most ideal scenario for her, right now, would be being the only one around. However, if there were others, and they kept their distance, that would be fine too. Canna wasn't much of a fighter. At best, she could probably throw a solid punch; though, she typically relied on her agility, stamina, and stealth to remove herself from tense situations before confrontations could even begin. Weapon-wise, Canna only carries a, now blunt, penknife that she uses to open the feistier tincans.

The first store she winds up in is a clothing store of sorts, Faolán staying close behind, sniffing at the as he does so. To no surprise, the clothing that remains is covered in dust, more sprawled across the floor than on the actual racks. What pleases Canna most is a modest selection of backpacks which remain, meaning she would no longer have to rely on just whatever she could fit into her small sling bag. Picking up one of the bags, Canna also scours through the clothing for anything that could fit, or ran slightly bigger, or would be able to keep her warm and dry if the weather took a turn for the worst. She manages to secure a couple of items, nothing fancy, stuffing them into the bag.

"Alright Faolán, let's have a quick search for food, and then we can head out."

The dog barks and the sudden sound causes Canna to flinch and freeze in place, listening out for anyone who may have heard the two. Once sure that no one was coming, she indicates for Faolán to follow her out. Despite having been a stray, the canine was surprisingly obedient, which had the girl assume that he, too, had had a family at some point. But where they were, Canna was unable to answer. He'd found her one evening about a year ago, shared her food, and has since stayed by her side.

Canna enters a second store. Like every other, it looked as if it had already been ransacked. The counters that contained 'food' was actually the rotting fresh produce, now swarming with flies. Canna could have gagged from the smell alone and hurried along to where the processed goods would be. Dehydrated meats, canned fish, tinned fruit...

"Trail mix...? Looks like glorified bird food..."

Nonetheless, it went into the bag.

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Posted: Wed, 25/08/2021 14:20 (3 Years ago)

The shaggy, grey-haired mutt watches as his hooded partner finally pulls herself up and out of the dingy alcove that had been their home for the last couple of days. He watches intensely as Canna carefully dusts dirt from her leggings and coat, before pulling out a familiar-looking packet from the pouch securely wrapped around her torso.

"I'll... be right back, Faolán," she mumbles softly as if the canine could understand a word she said, but as Canna steps around the corner into the daylit street, he follows behind anyway, sitting beside her legs with his tail wagging, "I said I'd be right back... Nevermind. It's... fine."

It takes her a couple of attempts to successfully get the lighter to spark, however the small flame it managed to produce was enough to light the cigarette between her fingers. She sighs, taking the first drag, before exhaling a cloud of smoke. The nicotine helped soothe her hunger pains. With another drag, her free hand finds itself petting the animal beside her, her back sliding down the wall of the ruined building and into a crouched position.

"We'll be okay, I promise."

Smoking in silence, she noted to herself that she would have to soon re-stock on supplies. She remembered seeing a mall of sorts when she first arrived in the city but decided against exploring. It would have been a popular foraging spot, and she didn't want to have to fight her way through desperate survivors. Hopefully, there would still be some supplies worth salvaging left, most importantly, a new lighter or even matches would do. She flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground, extinguishing it under the sole of her shoe, before rising to her feet once more.

"Let's go, Faolán."

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Posted: Tue, 24/08/2021 22:56 (3 Years ago)

Username: ~Fahrenheit~

Character name: Canna ~~'Omega'~~ O'Hara

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Canna is around the 5'5 (165cm) mark and, despite her smoking habits, retains a lean athletic build. She has ruby-coloured eyes and black hair, of which the tips are dyed, yet faded, crimson. The clothes on her back, shoes on her feet, everything she now owns and carries is a product of theft. Whilst she'd never openly boast about it, she considers it to be something that she's good at. But, considering the Earth's current state, does it really matter now?

Age: 19 years old

With anyone? (optional): She's currently navigating the ruined city with a stray dog she's named Faolán (meaning 'little wolf'), but would probably be open to joining someone once trusted.

Backstory: Canna O'Hara had a 'family' - the people whom she lived after she was essentially orphaned at a young age when her biological parents were imprisoned - before fleeing one night, around the age of sixteen. At the time, she was (as they claimed) 'at the bottom of the pack', gaining the nickname 'Omega', which she now despises so, so much. Because of this status, she was often the one subjected to the abuse of her higher-ups. To this day, she doesn't know of their current situation, or if they're even alive; however, she does know that she wishes not to speak of those days.

Other: n/a

PalPad group? (Yes/No): sure c':

Password: ~

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