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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 18:21 (3 Years ago) |
Accepted! Welcome aboard @Everyone And with that we have enough people to start! Once I'm more awake I'll actually make the thread and allow for any stragglers to apply before I close sign ups but for now y'all can start thinking of a starting post. It'll begin with just another regular day at CHB so what are your characters normally doing? Or not so normally doing if you want to go in that direction. The sky's the limit and I look forward to RPing with y'all! [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 08:51 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 03:45 (3 Years ago) |
Glad to have your interest lol While I won't accept a child of the big three (for plot reasons), I will accept children of other underworld gods (Hecate, Nyx, Hypnos, etc.) so feel free to choose from those if you want! [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 03/01/2022 01:35 (3 Years ago) |
Accepted! Glad to have you on board @Blackguard Accepted as well! This is shaping up to be an interesting one @Everyone We'll start once one or two more people join. On another note, do you guys want to be in a palpad group? (no i didn't totally forget to put that in the form.... what are you talking about?) [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 02/01/2022 23:28 (3 Years ago) |
Accepted! Glad to see you're back! @Daiko That's perfectly fine. And yeah just a basic understanding of Greek mythology and chb is good enough. If anything else comes up I and others are more than willing to help catch you up to speed :) [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 02/01/2022 12:07 (3 Years ago) |
![]() Location: Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, New York Time: June 21st, 2022. 14:13 The following segment is a transcription of an audio recorded interview [Please state your name and significance to this incident.] "Alaparos Papadopoulos, Son of Hestia and Keeper of the Hearth." [As objectively as possible, describe what happened.] "Everyday at around two, I go to the pavilion to eat. Its about a five minute walk to and from the Big House to the pavilion and I usually bring my food back to eat after offering it to the gods. That day I gave roast beef as a general offering and Moussaka for my mother. All I was gone for no longer than twenty minutes. Just in case, I had asked my partner to look after the hearth as I always do so nothing should have gone wrong. But the moment I stepped into The Big House, it was so cold that I knew something was wrong. By the time I reached the hearth, the sacred fire had been extinguished and my partner was gone." Plot: On the warmest day of the year, Hestia's hearth went out. A sign of calamity to come but of what, no one had any idea. Fear wrapped her cold hands over the hearts of many, heads turning to watch their backs every waking moment. Nothing seemed to be safe anymore, the ever present feeling of dread trailing after campers like a persistent shadow. Everyday, glances are given to The Big House, as if at any moment they will see the telltale sickly green glow that signified the hope and terror of all demi-gods. Yet nothing came and as the days crawled by everyone was left wondering with one thing on their collective minds: What now? Rules ![]() Everyone is precious, leave all
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1. I trust that anyone reading this already knows the standard RP rules. No God-modding, bunnying, etc. This should not be something I have to write down 2. I also trust that everyone understands that the standard PH rules apply 3. No children of the Big Three. No exceptions 4. Children of Minor Gods are very welcome though 5. This RP focuses on the Greek side of everything. You'll have to message me if you wish to make a Roman, Egyptian, Norse etc., character 6. Please keep powers reasonable 7. This is a semi-lit RP. That means sentences and paragraphs. If I am unsure about your RP ability, I reserve the right to request an RP sample 8. The password doesn't actually exist. You don't have to put anything down unless you want to just for fun. Just fill everything out in the form correctly and remove anything in parenthesis 9. I reserve the right to reject your form. I also reserve the right to give out warnings and kick people out if I see fit 10. Have fun. For all the rules here, all I want you all to have is fun. Let loose and I look forward to RPing with you! Characters: ![]() Player Characters
Alaparos Papadopoulos | Male [He/Him] | 19 | Son of Hestia | Tsukoyomi Suvansh Agarwal | Male [He/Him] | 17 | Son of Hephaestus | Suvichan Quinn Coliway | Male [He/Him, Any] | 23 | Son of Tyche | Daiko Dezerae "Disarray" Thompson | Non-Binary [They/Them] | 15 | Child of Eris | The_Blackguard_Empire Darling Desire | Female [She/Her] | 16 | Daughter of Athena | ShatteredDiamond Cataneme Lystsis | Female [She/Her] |19 | Daughter of Achlys | Tidetaiko NPC Ilmatar Yrjö-Koskinen | Non-Binary [They/Them] | 19 | Child of Apollo Cassandra Moore | Female [She/Her] | 16 | Oracle of Delphi Form: ![]() [center][i]"Quote (Describe your characters
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[b]Username:[/b] (Tell me about yourself) [b]Character Name:[/b] (Names hold meanings. Even moreso when you're half god) [b]Gender & Pronouns:[/b] (What gender are they? Always ask for pronouns kids) [b]Age:[/b] (How old are they? Do they act their age?) [b]Godly Parent:[/b] (We can't control who our parents are. Your character just drew the short end of the straw by having one who's a god) [b]Powers:[/b] (Being a demi-god comes with perks other than a one-way ticket to Hades. What can they do that sets them apart?) [b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] (What are they most comfortable fighting with? Sometimes a bigger sword means that they're overcompensating for something...) (Please include any other forms it may take) [b]Appearance:[/b] (What do they look like? Are they small for their age, have unusually prominent facial features?) (Images and/or description are welcome) [b]Personality:[/b] (What are they like? What drives them, what breaks them? What do they hide and what do they show?) [b]Backstory:[/b] (What happened to them before the RP?)(Optional) [b]Relationships:[/b] (It is the people around us that so often form our self. Who forms your character?) (Optional) [b]Other:[/b] (What other secrets do they hide? Go wild) [b]Pal Pad Goup:[/b] (y/n) [b]Password:[/b] (Re-read the first post and find it~)[/center] My Form: ![]() ![]() "It was my fault in the first place. Let me be the one to fix it" Username: Tsukoyomi Character Name: Alaparos Papadopoulos Gender & Pronouns: Male [He/Him] Age: 19 Godly Parent: Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, Home, and Family Powers: Serenity Inducement - Whenever he smiles, its like all your worries fade away. Tranquility rolls off him in waves and he has the natural talent to put anyone at ease. Pyrokinesis - He can heat his hands to high enough temperatures to set wood on fire and heat up metal. His body temperature also runs a bit high. At times, it seems as if his eyes are replaced with licking fire instead Homemaking - Any talents that are connected to the home are his to master. Yes he do the cooking, yes he do the cleaning Weapon of Choice: Celestial Bronze Labrys. Ordinarily, it takes the form of a walking cane that he uses to get around Appearance: Alaparos is a large heavy set man with a sturdy build with Greek heritage. He has dark olive skin with smatterings of freckles as well as dark blond hair that reaches around mid back that is often tied up in a half pony tail framed around sea blue eyes. He occasionally wears makeup but keeps it light, limiting it to eyeliner and lip gloss. He occasionally wears makeup but keeps it light, limiting it to eyeliner and lip gloss. He is wheelchair bound and finds it difficult to walk on two legs though he is capable of it, preferring to limit himself to just standing for short periods of time. Both his ears are pierced and he has a septum CBR piercing, a plain leaf tattoo crawling up the left side of his neck. He wears a black ring on his right middle finger and a silver band on his left ring finger. He enjoys more feminine and oversized clothes such as baggy sweaters and long skirts. Personality: Alaparos is a gentle where the others are cruel and empathetic where others couldn't give a damn. Alaparos is a gentle giant who would do anything to for those he feel close enough with, standing on the front lines not to fight but to protect the home he has made amongst the cruelty and sadism of reality. He is cheerful character bright against the drab scenery of the world, always willing to help out. He is the heart of any group he finds himself in, encouraging others and generally making the mood as cheerful and upbeat as it can be. But sometimes this can be taken as a detriment where his desire to make light of every situation leads others thinking that he is either loose or adverse to responsibility. He is very protective of creatures that look as if they are in need of help, which in a place like Camp Half-blood is not difficult at all. Do not be fooled, however, as he has his own brand of cruelty hidden under layers of kindness. After all, every demi-god is slightly insane at best. If you have ever wronged him or committed a perceived slight against those under his protection then beware, for when you least expect it he will slit your throat with a smile. Backstory: Alaparos was born, quite literately, with a bang. Created from the fires of Hestia's hearth, Alaparos knew from a young age that he wasn't quite human. Living in Mestovo, Greece for a portion of his childhood, he quickly learned what being a child of the hearth was about. His father had always been a man with a heart too large for his chest and thus had adopted many of the orphans that lived in Mestovo's cobblestone streets. Alaparos was their caretaker while his father worked, the patchwork family soon moving to Long Island when his father found a woman willing to support the family through marriage. Unlike the horror stories told by many, Alaparos' step-mother was a kind woman who loved her step-children like her own flesh and blood. Finally, Alaparos had someone to look up to and emulate, his days only getting better as financial stability and a solid family environment was built. Once his step-mother had familiarized herself with his siblings and his father was in good heath, the call of the hearth led him to Camp Half-blood where he enrolled as an all-year round camper. Relationships: Hestia (Mother) - Alaparos and Hestia have never formally met yet Alaparos hold great reverence for his mother. He regularly converses with her through the hearth and cherishes her as much as he does his human family. While he does resent her slightly for his duty to the sacred flames, he also understands the importance of such a role and moments of bitterness are few and far between. They have perhaps one of the best and healthiest parent/child relationships within the camp Ilmatar Yrjö-Koskinen (Partner) - Alaparos' partner who has gone missing when the hearth was extinguished. The two have worked together for years and have a steady rampart of trust and companionship. There are bets as to whether or not the two are dating and the true nature of their relationship remains uncertain to everyone aside from the two and Chiron. Mostly because neither leave the Big House all that often... Other: I wonder why there isn't a prophecy.... Password: :3c NPCs: ![]() "Thank you, and Goodbye"
Character Name: Ilmatar Yrjö-Koskinen Gender & Pronouns: Non-Binary [They/Them] Age: 19 Godly Parent: Apollo, God of Healing, Archery, Arts, and Shepherds Appearance: Taking one look at Ilmatar, one would wonder if they truly are a child of Apollo. With sickly pale skin and sightless empty eyes, they look a lot like the patients that they tend to rather than a doctor. Paired with their long gangly frame, its no wonder that people usually scream when they first see them. Their long silver dyed hair is a bit of a rats nest as well, though the soft comfy clothes they like to wear (and steal from a certain homemaker) offsets their creepy appearance Personality: As a healer, they are dedicated to nursing people back to full health. Although they might not be very socially adept, preferring instead to just give small warm smiles, they are surprisingly good at communicating with people. They're also quite good at reading moods, despite their lack of sight, and is often ready to simply give a listening ear. But for all of their soft edges, they are also surprisingly stubborn, always set in their ways despite hardships and oppositions that may come their way. Above all, they are fiercely independent, relying on themself for everything and anything. It doesn't matter who you are, they will always do things themselves. Other: Last seen at the Big House, staring blankly at the fire "Bipity Bopity Boo, Got a prophecy at the loo" Character Name: Cassandra Moore Gender & Pronouns: Female [She/Her] Age: 16 Godly Parent: n/A, Oracle of Delphi Appearance: An athlete at heart, Cassandra is built like a truck. She had arms for days and can easily match campers in the arena despite her status as a mortal. Her chocolate skin has a healthy glow with how much time she spends under the sun, dark curls loosely flowing behind her. While her eyes are normally a calming and almost serene gold, they glow a sickly green whenever a prophecy is spoken. Personality: Sunshine personified, Cassandra will crack the worst jokes at the best of times. Her smile is a prized sight and she always has cheer to spare. Despite being physically bulky, she isn't intimidating at all, perhaps because she always wears her heart on her sleeve. She is the mother hen of the camp, always making sure that the campers are behaving and well fed, scurrying about ensuring that everyone is happy. With that serenity does come ripples, however, as she has moments where she simply spaces out leaving behind a husk of a person. Other: Contrary to popular belief, she has only gotten one prophecy while in an embarrassing situation. Once was enough RP [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 19/12/2021 10:15 (3 Years ago) |
![]() So here's the thing. HongJoong doesn't sleep. Not for some dumb male posturing reason, even if that was exactly what it was when he was alive, but he genuinely couldn't. Sure, he'd get tired and sleepy but actually sleeping? The last time he had naturally fallen asleep was the night before his death. It was almost ironic how robbing him of an eternal sleep meant that temporary rest had also been stolen from him. This held true when HongJoong finally stumbled back into his room after his shift to work on his music. He felt a wave of exhaustion crash over him but stubbornly ran into the nearest wall on his way to his desk. Stubbornly keeping his eyes open, he set to work editing tacks that would be due in a week but he had to get them done now damn it. And so, powering through the exhaustion that lay heavier and heavier with every passing second, HongJoong fiddled around the the programs to try and mix the song he wants. The last thing he remembers is clicking the send button with his finished song attached. The next thing he knew, he was looking at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. ... Not the first time he's gotten blackout drunk but okay. Forcing himself to his feet because apparently he had been sloshed enough to fall asleep on the ground, HongJoong noticed the multitude of other people looking at him weirdly. Glaring back at them until they adverted their gazes, HongJoong brushed off the dust on his pants and straightened out his outfit. Everything seemed to be in place and his accessories also seemed to be there. Well thank goodness for that, he would have killed someone if his fashion had been compromised. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 13/12/2021 03:45 (3 Years ago) |
![]() Seemingly oblivious to Margot's fascination with his accessories, HongJoong punched in the order having to re-enter it a few times due to trembling hands. "Certainly! Your total comes up to $3.15." He informed, moving to place one of the croissant's into a paper bag. Sliding it over the counter, he nearly ran into his co-worker who was in the middle of putting down Margot's cup of tea beside the bag. Shaking his head ruefully, HongJoong glanced at the clock hanging from the corner of the cafe and squinted to try and make out the time. It was hard to make out the position of the hands with his swimming vision but he was pretty sure it was almost time for him to clock out. Once Margot had paid, he felt someone tap his shoulder sending a bolt of pain searing through his head but he ignored it in favour of switching out with the next person. It felt nice to finally take off his apron, taking a moment to look at himself in the small mirror hanging in the employee break room while readjusting his hair clips and making sure that his bracelets and rings were all accounted for. Yup, he was still cute as hell and was hot to boot even if he was a mess. The light makeup he had put on this morning ensured that he didn't look like death but still it was clear that he was frazzled from the admittedly very weird shift. Even by Aurora Crescent standards today was certifiably crazy. Like, it wasn't every day that someone saw a knife being pulled out in the middle of a coffee shop and found a whole group of people who had cheated death. That was just wacky Slinging his bag over his shoulder and swallowing two painkillers dry, HongJoong slipped out the backdoor. He didn't feel like making niceties with anyone and wanted to go back home. There was music to be written and tunes to be edited and they weren't going to magically finish without a lot of elbow grease and caffeine. The fading pain of his migraine was a constant reminder to take care of himself before his body fell apart. Maybe if he worked efficiently enough, he could actually go to bed at a reasonable time! ... Oh who was he kidding, he was going to stay up till 5 am regardless [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 22:36 (3 Years ago) |
![]() The ring of someone entering the cafe reminded HongJoong that he had a job to do. Seeing that the cafe was mostly empty anyways, the morning rush ebbing for a moment, he quickly excused himself to bring Sidney his hot chocolate. Giving him a kind smile, he quickly scanned the cafe to make sure that no one had pulled out another knife, taking note of one customer who seemed uncomfortable talking to someone else, he scurried back behind the till only stumbling once. Apologizing to his co-worker for leaving her to handle the rush by herself, HongJoong straightened out his apron. Making sure that he hadn't lost any buttons from the collection pinned to his apron strap and all his hair clips were accounted for, he turned to the customer who had just entered. "Hi there, welcome to Aurora Crescent Cafe! What can I get for you today?" He chirped, blinking rapidly in an attempt to focus his vision, kaleidoscope of colours swimming before his eyes. It was a bit weird to finally have to look down to meet the customers gaze but as he slowly took in the customer's appearance feeling a nagging sense of familiarity. She looked an awful lot like that famous model who HongJoong occasionally followed, her work inspiring some of his own reformed clothes. But that was crazy, there was no way that The Margot Bellamy was standing in front of him. Especially not with such a heavy cloak of amorphous darkness engulfing her petite frame that was starting to become sickeningly familiar. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 09:23 (3 Years ago) |
![]() To see someone who was so imposing stumble over her words drew an involuntary bubble of laughter from HongJoong but he quickly clamped down on it before it could spill out of his mouth. It was nice, knowing that talking was strangers was terrifying even to people who could probably snap his spine in two. "You're going to have to be more specific than than, honey." He teased, swaying slightly on his feet as he let some of Captain's confidence bleed into his words. "Lots of weird stuff have happened to me so I wouldn't be surprised if I should be dead." Taking a quick look around the Cafe, HongJoong discretely leaned forward, ignoring how it felt like he would tip over the moment he leaned any further. "You can see them too, can't you." He elaborated as his face fell into a more serious look, raising a knowing eyebrow while pinning Illisia with a piercing gaze that seemed to cut through any excuses she would feel inclined to bring up. "And most likely they can too." A sharp jerk his chin in the direct of the mass of writhing formless shadows was all the proof that he had put two and two together. Perhaps he was jumping to conclusions a bit too quickly but over the years he had learned to trust his intuition and here it was screaming that he was onto something. Meeting someone like him who should have died but didn't while living off darkness and stolen dreams wasn't exactly on his itinerary for the day but it was a bit comforting to know that he wasn't alone. He wondered what these people's shadows would taste like, if he even could eat them. They would probably be delicious, full of vibrant life and blood that didn't belong to them, coating his tongue and sticking to the roof of his mouth as he gorged on a feast of darkness. He was brought out of his euphoria when his swaying body tipped too far to the left, forcing him to catch himself before he ate the floor letting out a sheepish laugh as he did so [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 06:20 (3 Years ago) |
![]() Childishly sticking his tongue out at Layla, HongJoong rolled his eyes. "I wasn't going to charge you on your order either." He assured, taking note of where Sydney sat. A hot chocolate would probably be best and while he was tempted to give the other his signature Americano blend, he had a nagging feeling that it probably wouldn't be best to give him any caffeine. Running a hand through his hair, nails raking through the hairclip infested locks with soft clacks, HongJoong turned back towards his co-worker mouthing for a large hot chocolate. The soft Moombahton style background music was calming enough as the adrenaline slowly seeped out of HongJoong's body. Slowly turning around to keep an eye on the customers, he caught the eye of the customer from earlier, holding the hot chocolate and doughnut she had ordered. It looked like she wanted to say something and while a part of HongJoong screamed at him to mind his own business for once, he could help but close the distance between them. "Sorry for the poor service. It looks like you got your order though." He apologized, bowing slightly head spinning at the sudden change in elevation. Now that he wasn't hyped up on nerves, it was easy to see how much it had been holding some symptoms back as he had to blink a few times to get his sight to focus while ignoring the stinging pain in his skull. The ocular blot had grown in size too, worryingly so [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 05:24 (3 Years ago) |
![]() "Hey, hey its okay. You were scared and that's okay. You did well, listening to me when you did and I'm proud of you." HongJoong immediately soothed, keeping his eyes on Sidney. There was sounds of movement behind him and his heart rate sped up in instinctual fear but he didn't dare look. "Now, can I get you anything to drink or eat? It must have been terrifying for you." At those words, he cast a stern gaze to the people in the cafe his hard eyes all but commanding them that the show was over and for them to return to whatever they were doing before. His head felt like it would be split open with the amount of pain raging within it but he held it together turning his gaze to Simon. "Sir, put that away. We don't need to scare anyone anymore." He said firmly, balling his hands up in an effort to mask the tremors. This whole situation was so bizarre and he just wanted to finish his shift. Taking in a deep breath, he gave Sidney a wry smile despite how the every writhing shadows that cloaked the people around him was really unnerving him. "Come now, lets get you something warm. It's on me, I promise." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 04:32 (3 Years ago) |
![]() If someone could read HongJoong's mind, there would simply be frantic expletives on repeat as his shaking hands punched in the order. "S-sure, if that's all then your total is $4.53." He stammered, years and years of working in the customer service his only saving grace from crumbling where he stood. Risking a glance at the chaos unfolding in the back, he paled when he saw the knife and the faint familiar metallic scent of blood introducing itself into the mix. Glancing backwards, he met his co-workers terrified gaze and just like that a decision was made. "Get the woman her hot chocolate." He instructed impressed with his own steady voice as he stuffed a glazed doughnut into a paper bag and passing it over the counter. It was a miracle that his knees didn't give out as he marched out from behind the counter and towards Sidney and Layla. "Ma'am, I'm going to ask that you step back. All of you, please just give him space." He ordered, commanding voice cutting through the chaos. Falling back into a persona was nothing new but being a leader came naturally to HongJoong. Taking charge in a situation like this was enough to ease his nerves though his has were still wracked with tremors. A side effect of the migraines then, he concluded as he pushed through the gathered crowd of customers. The clacking of tags signaled his arrival as he took a closer look at the man holding a knife. He too was covered in shadows that seemed to never stay still, always moving and never settling. He was also much taller than HongJoong and he had to tilt his head up just to look at Sidney, sending another round of pain scrambling through his head. But there were more important things to take care of and it would be best to de-escalate the situation before it got too out of hand, even if he felt like running away. "Sir, I don't know what's wrong, but can we please put down the knife first? No one else here is armed and you're perfectly safe. I promise that no one will hurt you but you need to put the knife down first." He soothed, keeping his voice steady and calm and his body language non-threatening. He stopped a few paces away from Sidney with his hands out showing that he indeed was unarmed. In general, HongJoong wasn't a very threatening man in terms of appearance anyways, having been told countless times that he looked like a fairy with his large eyes, soft smile, and short stature. He was betting on those same traits being soft enough for the other to not kill him [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 03:37 (3 Years ago) |
![]() HongJoong flinched at the loud bang as someone dragged a seat across the scuffed floor and sat down heavily, shoulder hitting the table. It was loud enough for his shoulders to jump slightly, a bolt of pain lancing through his head at the sound. Peering around the line hesitantly, he balked at the sight of two other people who were almost completely blocked by writhing shadows similar to the customer before him. His head swam at the sight of three, four counting the person who had slipped in a few moments before, unnaturally large swaths of darkness draped over these people's frames like a shroud of death. All at once, everything felt like too much. The ambient sunny lighting of the cafe suddenly felt too bright, pain building behind his eyes whenever he blinked, yet it was much too dark with the amount of bodies and shadows packed into the humble establishment. His hands were shaking too, just slight enough for him to hide but he didn't know if it was because of the migraines or if it was because of the influx of information assaulting him all at once Hiding his trembling hands behind the cash register and clenching them in an attempt to stop the tremors, HongJoong gave one more passing glance towards the table and resolved to send his co-worker over to check up on them whenever he had a slight lull in customers. He had priorities and the customers in line came first. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 12/12/2021 01:33 (3 Years ago) |
![]() Today was surprisingly busy, the soothing ocean bops that floated from the speakers being backed by the sounds of people going about their day. There was only HongJoong behind the counter for the first half of his shift so a line was building as he worked. Still, it wasn't too hard to juggle both the drink making and the till for now. Aside from one customer who had yelled in his face after getting straight black coffee when that was exactly what you ordered ma'am I have the receipt right here, the day proceeded surprisingly smoothly. There was a weird woman that came in clothed head to toe in purple spandex and ordered a drink with so much syrup that it was basically sludge rather than a coffee but that was more humorous than annoying. It definitely helped when his co-worker finally scrambled into the cafe an hour late to her shift and took over making the drinks leaving HongJoong to focus on taking orders with a plastic smile. The cafe was getting a little crowded and the amount of bodies surrounding him was starting to get a little stifling, shadows taunting him as he worked. Blinking away the ocular blot that he had stubbornly ignored up till now, eyesight flickering at the action as the faint pounding rattling around his skull only grew. The fanny pack clipped around his waist which he had shoved his medicine into felt almost too heavy, as if reminding him of its presence. His symptoms weren't too bad though and he figured that he could make it to the end of his shift before he would have to take anything. Pushing the growing migraines away, HongJoong fiddled with the till and resetting it before fixing a bright grin on his face and greeting the next customer. "Welcome to Aurora Crescent Cafe! What can I get for you today?" He chirped, eyes subtly flicking up to look at the customer. He did a double take when he got a good look but luckily was fast enough to disguise it by turning around to check on his co-worker. The customer looked sketchy, clad in a ratty shirt and jean jacket and darkness swimming in her eyes as she towered over HongJoong having a good half foot of height over him. But what really had HongJoong's alarms ringing was the darkness that perched over her shoulder, fluid and amorphous yet larger than any darkness he had seen before. Still, he forced himself to look at the customer and beamed as if nothing was wrong waiting for the order to come. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 11/12/2021 04:49 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 11/12/2021 03:49 (3 Years ago) |
![]() The shadows lingering over the strangers that passed him was nothing new. It was easy to ignore them, going on about his day without a care for how much he hungered to devour the shadows. HongJoong might be a serial murderer but he had values, thank you very much. He wasn't just going to take some random Joe's shadow and call it a day. No, he had to pick his meals carefully and make the hunt worth all of the trouble. He was a picky eater but Captain wouldn't settle for anything less than the best. Humming to himself, HongJoong skipped to work uncaring of the stares that he got. He's been on the receiving end of worse just for his pastel goth style, so why not give those who wanted to stare a real reason to do so? By the time he had made it to work, he was 5 minutes late to his shift but he didn't really care. Gingerly removing his piercings and placing them in a case, HongJoong slipped on an apron that matched cutely with his outfit, a perfect complement to his style. The obnoxious amount of badges and pins on his apron made rattling clacks whenever he moved but it popped out brightly against the mostly monochrome palate he was sporting and complemented his hair clips in their eccentric color vomit. The familiar motion of clipping on his name tag was so mundane that he paid more attention to making sure that his medicine was tucked into his jean pocket within easy reach before stepping out of the staff room. Clocking in, he tapped his co-worker out before slipping behind the till and putting on his best customer service smile. "Hi there, welcome to Aurora Crescent Cafe! What can I get for you today?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 10/12/2021 19:44 (3 Years ago) |
Username: Tsukoyomi Art type: Fullbody Reference/Description: (x) Coloured?: [yes/no] Yes please Form of payment: 40k PD + a tip Permission to use art as example?: yeah go for it! Others?: You can definitely choose between which form you'd like to draw! Have fun and lmk if there's anything else I can give in terms of references london fog [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 10/12/2021 19:20 (3 Years ago) |
![]() If someone told you that he had slept, then they was a liar and someone should really set their pants on fire. HongJoong never slept. That was for the weak and HongJoong was Not weak. Coffee had replaced his blood, he was running on 3 hours of sleep per week, and his eye bags were heavier than his sins. He was unstoppable! Until he wasn't and his body decided that no, this was getting ridiculous, and had him crash in the wee hours of the night, cheek plastered to the soundboard and drool pooling under his slack jaw. It resulted in an annoying crick in his neck and buttons imprinted onto his face, waking up groggy a few hours later and feeling like a truck had run him over. His head was pounding and he felt gross all over and HongJoong knew that without a doubt it wouldn’t be a good day. With a long suffering groan, he dragged himself off the creaking office chair and stumbled into the run down bathroom, keeping the barely working lights off. His head was killing him, the staccato bursts of pain nothing new as the ocular blot that he had previously missed made itself known. Taking a cold shower in a stall that really should be repaired sooner rather than later and washing down the proper meds was a pain but it was worth the hassle when the blinding pain retreated and clarity returned bit by bit. The blot still stuck around but it was much less noticeable and didn’t impair his vision too much. Toweling off his deep blue hair, HongJoong leaned over the mirror sink and popped in his contacts, tongue sticking out in concentration as his shaking hands came close to poking his eyes out. The same thing was done to his hair, hair clips nestling into the soft locks and filling it out with even more pops of colour. Today's outfit was simple enough, a black t-shirt he had reformed to have a second layer with added padding for extra warmth, a collection of silvery bangles outdated even when he first lived, and a plaid half skirt which fell nicely over artfully ripped black jeans which, like it's t-shirt counterpart, also was reformed to be warmer. A side effect of being resurrected, HongJoong found, was that he always ran cold. Perhaps it was just a him thing but while he absolutely detested the muggy heat of summer, the heat was an undeniable godsend and he was free to wear whatever the hell he wanted without fear of being colder than his great grandma. Fully dressed, HongJoong checked his busted laptop, held together by duct tape and sheer willpower, he grinned victoriously when he saw that he had indeed completed the base track for his newest song before conking out. All he had to do was make the guide and edit the pre-chorus before sending it off for mixing. Music was his lifeblood, coffee taking a backseat to the euphoria that was coming up with the dopest beats. Vogueing had always been his strong suit in the balls and that carried over even as he stepped away from the scene, producing scores that would be used by anyone. Captain was a name that brought in money, not a lot mind you but enough to have a comfortable savings account. Too bad it wasn't nearly enough to afford a better apartment. Making sure that he had everything that he needed and packing his emergency medical pouch he slung his bag over one shoulder, patches and pins clacking against each other as he did so, and stepped out of his overpriced and mediocre flat, making sure to lock the door before jogging down to work. The morning rush would be starting soon and even though the lingering pain of the migraine lingered, he was confident that he could at least make it through the day. Aurora Crescent Cafe was a small indie coffee shop that never saw too much traffic but had enough regulars to keep it afloat. It had a dreamy sea side vibe to it that HongJoong adored and the pay wasn't half bad. Of course, the cafe attracted the weirdest customers and the amount of crazy stories he had amassed over the years just working at the place was enough to fill a whole library. But crazy didn't deter him in the slightest, thriving on the chaos that his job brought with it. So yeah, even if his life sucked and his heath was in the middle of planning a funeral for itself, he liked what he had. It was good enough. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 10/12/2021 09:18 (3 Years ago) |
ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Song BingLiu 𝔸𝕘𝕖: physically 18. He's lost track of his actual age 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣/ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤: Male, He/Him 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Spectre 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖: Saint Seiya 𝕆𝕔?: Yes 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖: Among the crowd, Song BingLiu cuts an elegant figure. Tall and graceful, you would be forgiven for thinking that he's an ethereal being walking the earth with cascading locks of silky hair pinned up in a half ponytail and wide sparkling olive eyes to match. His hair often changes colour with how much he dyes it but for some reason it is surprisingly healthy. There are laughter lines etched into his face and smatterings of freckles lining them. He loves street fashion and places emphasis and great care in what he wears but can be found sporting a traditional hanfu most of the time ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: ISFJ - The Defender| 2w1 - The Companion Song BingLiu lives and breathes the words Actions Mean More Than Words, very rarely speaking above a whisper, hearing his full melodic voice a rare occurrence. Despite the silence, he is truly kind and selfless, his lack of words doesn't detract from it. He gives and gives and expects nothing in return, simply content with seeing other's happiness. He hungers for knowledge above all else, striving to learn as much as he can about the world and people around him. He loved, and loves, and looses himself 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: Wouldn't you like to know? ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤: Nyima (Little Sister) ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣: Morph ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣: Iridescent bone white ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕌𝕤𝕖: Embedded into the forehead of the bake kujira that always follows him 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕟(𝕤) 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖: Garrote Wire, Ghost Whale Surplice 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤: He will sometimes answer to Li XuanWu. Who that remains a mystery for now Why is there a giant ghost of a whale skeleton following him? That's his surplice when he's not wearing it Despite being undead, it is still possible to kill him even with his surplice on His legal name is Willow Song. It infuriates him ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕:If you're happy and you know it clap yours hands ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 (𝕪/𝕟): Yeah 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖: ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖: Sakuma Ritsu 𝔸𝕘𝕖: 20 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣/ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤: Male in the loosest sense of the term, He/Him, They/Them 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤: Vampire 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖: Ensemble Stars!! 𝕆𝕔?: Nope 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖: Ritsu has mid-length black hair with bangs and side bangs that frame his cheeks. He has a tiny speck of hair and a stray bang sticking out of his head that is never tamed no matter how many times he tries. He has red eyes and a fair complexion. ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: Though he may seem cold and uninterested, Ritsu is a playful and intelligent person at his core. Energy isn't something that comes naturally to him, and he is instead quietly passionate, and likes to tease others, enjoying their reactions. Ritsu can be blunt and harsh to a fault never holding his tongue, but is very intuitive and often picks up on others' emotions. He regards psychoanalysis as a 'bad habit' of his, yet is very adept at it. He is very loyal and affectionate to the select few he is truly comfortable with, protective to the point of possessiveness. 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: Well that's for you to find out isn't it ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤: Sakuma Rei (Older Brother) ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣: Shade ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣: Navy Blue ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕌𝕤𝕖: Idol Wireless Headset, embedded onto the earpiece 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕟(𝕤) 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖: n/A 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤: He's really jealous that he didn't get the sound crystal Unlike traditional vampires, Ritsu only gets sleepy when in the sun. He can also touch silver and eat garlic though he prefers not to. He does need blood but can survive off tablets He is chronically ill and as a result is often found sleeping ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕: If you're happy and you know it clap yours hands ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 (𝕪/𝕟): Yeah 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖: [Read more] |