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Posted: Thu, 02/01/2025 05:53 (5 Days ago)

Name: Seonu Gyeong | 선우경

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Gender: Female

Age: 21

Powers: Malevolent (Short description here, please.)

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unsympathetic | cunning | aloof | selfish | cruel | manipulative | sadistic | deceitful
Is it possible for someone to be evil without reason? Most people have some tragic story that makes them the monster they are, or perhaps some goal they’re hellbent on achieving- and blinded them in turn. Not Gyeong. Gyeong isn’t a demonic kid. She was born as the devil herself. It’s bad enough she is what she is, but she was adopted into a wealthy family (which died) and inherited a mass sum of wealth, more fuel to continue her little games. She plays on the weaknesses of others, slowly shaping them into puppets she commands

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names and places taken from ghsmc2

History:
Gyeong was an orphan. More specifically, one from Uisang Orphanage. From young, Gyeong was manipulative and cunning, tricking little kids into doing horrible things to their caretakers- poison in their drinks, snakes in their shoes or cockroaches in their clothes. She said they had to be punished. That they were the reason why they were orphans. Once all fun was had, Gyeong asked one of the kids to light a birthday candle for a friend. Then she asked said child to leave it alone and go help prepare the surprise. Gyeong left that night, at the age of eight. Uisang Orphanage burnt down in a fire. Only one kid who went out to play survived.

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Posted: Sun, 29/12/2024 01:52 (9 Days ago)

Hua looks around, before taking her own packet of pills and tearing them open. She peers inside, fiddling with the tablets for a bit. Should she take them? Recently, she had noticed the pills gave her the occasional piercing headache- amongst other varying effects.

After a bit of thinking, Hua takes another icky looking boiled egg, and carefully hides her vitamins inside them. Then, she pockets them to dispose of at a later date.

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Posted: Sat, 28/12/2024 07:11 (10 Days ago)

Hua gingerly takes a piece of toast, and the best smelling egg she can find (without that horrid near-rotting smell) and takes two large, quick bites. She grimaces, but eats it nonetheless.

Madam Isla’s sweet voice rings through the room. “Children~ Nurse Lisa will be coming around soon to make sure you’ve all taken your healthy vitamins!”

[]take the vitamin
[]don’t. isn’t it suspicious?

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Posted: Fri, 27/12/2024 14:23 (11 Days ago)

Stepping into the orphanage cafeteria, one would immediately be struck by the starkness of the environment. The walls are painted a sterile white, reflecting harsh fluorescent lights that buzz softly overhead. The floors are polished to a high shine, creating an almost clinical atmosphere that feels both inviting and unsettling. Unlike the rotting hallways and dormitories, the cafeteria is pristine. Too pristine.

Rows of long, stainless steel tables are arranged neatly, each accompanied by hard plastic chairs that seem to echo with the absence of laughter. The tables are devoid of any personal touches—no colorful tablecloths or cheerful decorations. A large serving counter stretches along one side, its surface gleaming but cold, with an array of metal trays stacked neatly in preparation for meal service.

On the walls hang large, framed photographs of smiling children from years past—faces that seem to watch over the space with a haunting familiarity. They seem too happy, their smiles eerily wide. Their cheery expressions contrast sharply with the emptiness of the room, leaving behind an unsettling feeling.

The counter is full of the usual food. Toasted bread left out for too long, hard boiled eggs that seem just barely edible, porridge that clumps and smells odd, and bacon so oily and salty the taste would linger for days. And at the end of it all, neat rows of medication in little packets, the daily vitamin for the morning meal.

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Posted: Fri, 27/12/2024 02:26 (11 Days ago)

Hua yawns and gets to her feet. Gazing around at the commotion around her, she spots Ibaraki, Phoebe and Xuanji. Quite the large crowd. Madam Isla’s voice had rang out through the intercom….ten or so minutes ago? Usually, she expected them to get there within fifteen minutes, meaning they only had a little time left.

Hua shuffles over to the group “We should go for breakfast before Madam comes for all our heads. Whatever troubles can be solved later during rest time. We have five minutes, no?”

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Posted: Wed, 25/12/2024 13:52 (13 Days ago)

In the heart of a forgotten city, shrouded in perpetual twilight, stands the Angel Institute—a crumbling edifice that looms like a specter over the desolate streets. Its once-grand façade, now marred by decay, whispers of a past filled with hope that has long since faded into darkness. Here, the air is thick with secrets, and the echoes of lost souls resonate through the empty halls. The fence is tall and foreboding, the gate padlocked by thick iron chains. This home has few windows- all of which barred.

Within these walls, the youth who have been cast aside by society find refuge. They are the forgotten ones—children without connections, without families to search for them when they vanish into the night. Each child is a ‘lost cause’, taken, and forgotten. The Institute is their sanctuary, a place where they are sheltered from the world. Rules must be strictly adhered to- not a toe out of line. Eyes are watching, there is nowhere you can hide.

As night falls, the atmosphere shifts. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows that dance along the walls, creating an unsettling ambiance. Whispers drift through the corridors, tales of those who came before—lost boys and girls who wandered too far. The staff, clad in somber uniforms, move like phantoms, their faces obscured by an air of mystery. They are guardians and wardens alike, tasked with caring for these fragile souls. For all children are fragile, they must be protected. Don’t wander too far, lest your breath be cut short.## The Ritual of Connection

Each evening, a ritual unfolds in the dimly lit common room. The children gather around a flickering fire, its warmth contrasting with the chill that seeps into their bones. They share stories—some filled with laughter, others heavy with sorrow—each word a thread weaving them closer together in their shared isolation. In this moment, they are not alone; they are a family forged in adversity, bound by their collective pain.

When a naughty child is detected, they are taken away. No one remembers them, for they are taught to condemn such unruly behavior. And when they return, these children are obedient. Pliant and well-mannered, an empty look in their eyes

Yet, beneath this fragile camaraderie lies an underlying tension. The Institute is not merely a refuge; it is a labyrinthine maze where shadows lurk just beyond sight. There are whispers of those who have tried to escape—only to be drawn back into the fold by unseen forces. The walls seem to breathe with life, watching and waiting as if they hold secrets that should never be uncovered.

As dawn approaches and light seeps through the grimy windows, uncertainty hangs in the air like a thick fog. You will not find solace here. At Angel Institute, hope flickers like a candle in the wind.

“All students to report to the cafeteria please!” Madam Isla’s simpering, sing-song voice rings out through the broken intercoms. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the- Ha. You wish. The dirty windows blocked most light from passing through, the ceiling lights occasionally flickering, as mice and all sorts of creepy-crawlers scuttled around under rotting floorboards. Time for breakfast!

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Posted: Wed, 25/12/2024 13:32 (13 Days ago)

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Feng Xiaojie | Resplendent Flautist | 24 | 15th February

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Instrument(s): Bamboo Flute (Dizi), Guzheng

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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56	Posted: Fri, 06/12/2024 12:46 (1 Month ago)
	@guys FORMSSSSSS @Rinne maybe tone down your power a bit/give it more limitations. otherwise; accepted. @Mew, accepted! [Read more]

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Posted: Sun, 01/12/2024 08:54 (1 Month ago)

Name: Xiao Hua

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Birthday: 20/2

Powers:
Sleepytime
She can cause anyone to fall asleep with a special incantation, the duration of which can be set by a curious little pocket watch in her possession.

Choo! Choo!
Summons a train that can travel slightly faster than one can run, fit for five people. It cannot pass through solid objects.

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Personality:
Hua is calm and introspective, enjoying exploring complex ideas and concepts, often spending time in their own thoughts, puzzling over how things work or why things are the way they are. They have a natural curiosity and love to analyze, but they’re also very easygoing and tend to avoid conflict.

They’re the kind of person who seeks harmony in their surroundings, preferring peaceful interactions over heated debates. Even though they have strong thoughts and opinions, they don’t always feel the need to share them unless they trust that it won’t disrupt the balance of the situation. They’re more likely to listen and adapt rather than push their own agenda.

At their best, they are open-minded and flexible, able to see multiple sides of an issue and find solutions that work for everyone.

They value independence and often work best on their own, at their own pace. While they may appear reserved or detached, they have a quiet depth and a rich inner world that fuels their ideas and understanding of the world.

Hua brings a sense of calm to a room and offers thoughtful insights when asked, but they’re also happy to blend into the background and let others take the spotlight. Their natural desire for peace and their love of learning make them both a steady presence and a fascinating person overall.

Personality Type: INTP The Logician | Type 9 The Peacemaker

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[]Height: 151cm
[]Weight: 48kg
[]Skin Tone: cream
[]Hair Style: short. with bangs.
[]Hair Colour: black
[]Eye Colour: dull purple
[]Clothes: see above
[]Accessories: a scarf, small gold earrings and two gold bangles

History:
There was once her pocket watch was stolen. Taken from Hua, the little pocket watch grew short spindly legs and scuttled back to her, where it became inanimate again. The watch only ever works for Hua, but if she is without it when casting someone into a deep sleep, said rest will only last for half an hour

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

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@you guys finish your form

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Posted: Sat, 30/11/2024 02:54 (1 Month ago)

Misako chuckled, pouring out a rather large glass of the wine for Ldeya. She had a heavy pour, for what she assumed was a heavy drinker.

“Cheers.” She drinks a little herself, savoring the unique flavor of the wine. Otto was indeed a master of his craft- whether it be the wine being his creation, or simply his taste in picking out a good bottle.

“I hope you’ll agree with me, that this wine tastes significantly better than the refreshments the host has served? My compliments to the lad who served it.”

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Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 11:36 (1 Month ago)

With one last parting smile, Misako curtsied, and returned the cloak. With a clearer mind, she re-entered the crowd, weaving her way gracefully through the masses.

She found herself beside Ldeya, who seemed to also have drunk of the wine Otto had so graciously offered.

“Care for some more?” She offers, procuring the full bottle which she had taken prior.

“It tastes lovely, I’m sure. I personally quite enjoyed it.”

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Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 10:06 (1 Month ago)

With the fog having cleared from her mind, Misako wrapped the fur around her tighter, eyes returning to dull grey.

"Would Milady require anything else? The lethargy should soon fade, but consider this one at your disposal as you recover."

Looking up at the Iciolan, she offers a brief, but grateful smile “There is no need. I can rejuvenate myself quite easily”

Misako shuts her eyes, focusing on the knot of emotions within, drawing some out, before her face regains its lively expression once more. Being an Empath had many perks. Especially when she could draw on the mirth of the crowd, like an endless supply of energy.

“You must be the Lily of the Valley. The servant of the great Romanian vampire, yes? Thank you.”

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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56	Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 06:27 (1 Month ago)
	Hi hi! I think you’re new here, may I request a sample of your writing ability? This is semi-lit, so I want to make sure you can keep up :) [Read more]

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Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 06:06 (1 Month ago)

Misako didn’t want to taste blood. She wanted to draw it. To let the ruby hues dance across her fingertips, slash against the white walls like a painter and her canvas. She wanted to dig her fingers in the pool of gore and terror.

But rational Misako also really wasn’t in the mood for murder. And so, the only option remained clear.

With whatever control she had left, she reached out for the unnatural, grotesque, yellow eyes beast. She didn’t know much, but she did understand that it would help dissipate her bloodlust.

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Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 00:31 (1 Month ago)

Admist the raging storm in her mind, Misako could faintly discern the words spoken by another.

”Forgive the insolence, but this one humbly requests if Milady requires any assistance.”

The voice was sweet and well spoken, with an air of politeness around it. Misako assumed it would be some sort of servant.

She forced herself to look up, and spotted Iciolan looking back at her. Looking at his plain mask, then to the abundance of lily of the valley flowers, Misako made the connection through the hazy fog in her mind that this was the famous servant of the even more famous Romanian vampire.

Oh, how badly she desired to sink her nails into smooth flesh, to paint that ivory in a beautiful etching of her nightmarish symphonies.

With a mind only somewhat her own, she locked eyes with the Iciolan and flashed him a disconcerting smile, from under the cracked porcelain of her bunny mask.

Wherever Misako was, was not quite in the room she was physically in.

“Some assistance would be nice indeed.”

Her words were strained, and spoken from faraway

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Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 14:42 (1 Month ago)

Misako’s mind was fogging up. Her vision was getting blurry, and the only thing she could see or hear was the building feeling within her, screaming at her to let it out. She clenched her fists right, dull grey eyes sparking with momentary color, as the urge to cause another harm grew greater.

Suppresion wasn’t a good tactic- if any of the previous incidents had been any indication. It had only led to the painting of vermillion on snow. Especially not for Misako…who had on countless occasions woken up to find her entire palace of visitors lying still at the bottom of the cliffside. Presumably driven to their own mad delusions inflicted by Misako’s abilities.

Her head pounded, like a caged animal desperate to get free, slamming against the walls of her cranium. Misako stumbled into a private room, away from the bustle of the party.

It simply wouldn’t do to massacre the entire lot of them. Not when she was so unstable.

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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56	Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 09:30 (1 Month ago)
	“Don’t mind if I do, then” Misako’s hand reached out, clasping around a full and unopened bottle. With a quick bow to Otto and a polite smile, she weaves her way back into the crowd Four times it rang, loud and clear, cerise droplets like rain from above. Pretty white fur stained sanguine, flames burst forth from the dragon’s belly [Read more]

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Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 06:34 (1 Month ago)

A hand reached out to accept the glass, Misako swirled the red liquid, watching it shimmer and writhe in its cage like a lively dance. Her hand was as cold as her gaze, and they briefly brushed against Otto’s hands before closing firmly around the wine glass.

Taking a sip, she let out a pleased hum- or was it thoughtful contemplation? Hard to tell, given that Misako’s gaze remained blank and enigmatic.

“You should drink some, yourself.” Misako remarked, staring pointedly, now, at Otto.

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Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 03:44 (1 Month ago)

“Pour me a glass, will you?”

Misako steps forward, her heels clacking sharply against the hardwood floor. Unfeeling and empty grey eyes stared at Otto from behind the mask of a bunny, yet the voice that spoke was warm and gentle.

Leaning against a nearby pillar, she gazes around at the crowd that had gathered

“It is rare I find hospitable and well mannered nobility. Ever rarer that they offer up the finest of drinks— as you have so kindly done”

Misako offers Otto a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and she dug through her pockets to pull out a small pocketknife, which she presents to Otto as a gift.

“A token of appreciation. I can tell this is fine wine.”

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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 56	Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 03:18 (1 Month ago)
	all res’d!! comfy, accepted [Read more]

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