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Posted: Mon, 15/04/2024 21:57 (3 Days ago)

"the carnation flower symbolizes love, captivation, and distinction..."

The Carnation is not your average bar where one, on a whim, can visit with their friends on a night out. In fact, people are often refused entry at the doors for minor things, such as simply looking too cheap. Only those with the right connections or social status can achieve entry into the exclusive establishment. And once inside, you are at the mercy of the charming yet cunning servers, who hold the power to make or break your night.

As you step into its lavish interior, you are enveloped in an atmosphere of pure indulgence and prestige. The scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey lingers in the air, tempting your senses and drawing you in further. The soft glow of crystal chandeliers and plush velvet furnishings add to the allure, creating a sense of grandeur and sophistication. But it's not just the lavish decor that sets The Carnation apart. It's also the people who frequent this establishment that truly make it stand out.

The elite and powerful of society can be found here, mingling and networking in their designer suits and gowns. Each with their own agenda, their own secrets and desires hidden behind impeccable facades. But amidst the façade of perfection, there is a sense of darkness that lurks beneath the surface. A hint of danger and seduction that draws in those seeking a thrill outside of their mundane lives. The Carnation is a playground for the rich and powerful, where they can let loose and indulge in their deepest, darkest desires without fear of judgment.

This is particularly true for a group of peculiar individuals that can be found at The Carnation, every Friday evening. Reserving the same table in the same secluded section of the bar, they are known to be big spenders. As they enter, a hush falls over the other patrons, a clear indication of their reputation. Their aura is potent, emanating an unsettling feeling for those around them. Their piercing gazes are warning enough to steer clear of them, but it's not enough to stop the circulating whispered rumors. The bar itself seems to quiet down in their presence, as if afraid to disturb the dangerous energy that surrounds this group. The air is thick with tension, keeping everyone on edge, and even the music seems to have taken on a darker tone.

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About Mori: The public knows her as 'Estella', but within the clan, she goes by 'Mori'. The name 'Mori' derives from 'Bombyx mori' the scientific name for the domestic silk moth: a beautiful yet delicate little creature. 'Mori' also translates into 'to die' and 'to wither', both also linking to the moth theme, as the silk moths have a lifespan of only around five to ten days - due to losing the ability to eat - and are highly dependent on the care of others, to hatch from their cocoons. Mori is one of the younger members of the clan and struggles with her self-control when it comes to hunger. She is an opportunist, indulging in the dangerous game of the hunt whenever she sets her sights on easy prey, playing coy to lure them in before snapping. But like a moth to a flame, these impulses often land her in risky situations. After a successful hunt, it has become her calling card to leave behind dried white rose petals in their lifeless hands.

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Posted: Sat, 13/04/2024 14:53 (5 Days ago)

✧₊⁺ ESTELLA BLAKE ⁺₊✧
Twenty Three [23] | Female | She/Her | Acedia
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The morning after a rowdy night out was never fun, as Estella soon remembered as she woke up to the blaring sound of her phone's ringtone. Her head pounds and her stomach churns as she sits up in bed: not hers, not so shockingly. Judging by the bright light that seeped into the room, irritating her bleary eyes, it was likely about noon-ish. With a miffed whine, Estella silences the device, letting the call from "Father" go straight to voicemail. She wasn't in a sound enough state to want to bear the brunt of her father's rebuking. Estella breathes a sigh of relief when the call ends and there's no immediate second attempt to reach out to her. Instead, the phone screen lights up as a notification is received to inform her of a delivered voicemail. There's a little hesitation before she places the phone to her ear.

“Stelle - ma étoile - I hope you’re well. Please could you call me back when you get this message? Love, Dad.”

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It had now been a year since Estella had inherited her father’s position as director of Illusion Studios and - if she had to be brutally honest - she too often regretted allowing him to sway her into accepting the role, only agreeing to sign the contract out of guilt, obligation, and under the false promise of being adequately trained. As she stepped into the House of Illusions, from the very first moment, Estella felt like she was being smothered by the heaviness of the tension that lingered in the air. Initially, she brushed it off as just being nervous about returning to the industry which had scarred her, mentally and emotionally. But the smokescreen quickly began to clear, revealing to her the questionable morals and values of the agency’s complex residents: a far cry from what she had ever known.

A normal day for Estella would typically be spent cooped up, for hours at a time, in her office. Whether it be responding to emails, catching up on paperwork (because, for the longest time, she just could not get a grasp on how to do the finance stuff), or sitting in on conference calls. It wasn’t anything exciting - and certainly did nothing to help her stress - but the amount of focus and professionalism it required from her is likely what has led for Estella to become a lot more mellow, than compared to her more shameless teen years. Occasionally, however, she’d accompany the team of models during trips and the bigger events, as the head of the company. Today’s task at hand was supervising the elite team’s photoshoot. Opportunities like this, which allow one to momentarily escape the confines of their office and a mountain of soon-due paperwork, are typically seen as a blessing.

Estella is an exception - in this particular scenario, at least. And it’s a little ironic. Being a former child star of (almost) ten years herself, it’s normally assumed that she would already be acclimated to the bustling environment of the photography studio. But this is not the case anymore. With a developed fear of being in the sights of the cameras, stemming from a sickening secret that she fiercely keeps to herself, Estella finds these experiences rather overwhelming. It was due to the trauma sustained that, ultimately, meant the end of her modeling career was prematurely induced, and her name was quickly replaced by the next in the competitive world of fashion.

Every click and flash of the camera is like a slap in the face, serving as a cruel and stinging reminder of ‘that’ day; yet, her vacant gaze and the thin line of her lips give away nothing of her discomfort. The keenest of eyes could - perhaps - spot the subtle telltale signs. From the way her hands quiver as her delicate fingers pick at the cuffs of her sleeves is an unconscious attempt to distract herself from the anxiety swelling within her. Or how she bites at the dryness of her lips: did she remember to drink today? Likely not. And her chapstick? Strawberry flavored, but had also been forgotten in her car, once again. Or even by the fact that she simply just can’t stand still. The subtle shifting of her weight from foot to foot, a restless dance, not wanting to appear too eager to either leave or stick around. After all, the spotlight is no longer hers and Estella does not want to ruin this chance for her models. She knows all too well about the price of a shattered dream.

“Miss Blake, would you like to review the photos of today’s session, so far?” a photographer calls out to her suddenly, snapping her out of her daze.

“Y-yes!” she stutters, before clearing her throat and composing herself, “I’ll be right over.”

She makes a mental note to bring Dezerae with her next time, as she cautiously treads across the studio floor.

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"Silk moths can’t fly. It’s been bred out of them for five thousand years.
Most aren’t meant to live long enough to break the chrysalis; flight’s an unnecessary trait.”

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Posted: Tue, 09/04/2024 13:31 (9 Days ago)

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ESTELLA BLAKE
stella / estelle / stelle

Twenty Three [23] | Female | She/Her | Lesbian
Voice Claim: Emma Mackey - (contains explicit language)

[ Introduction ]
"C'est la vie, ma chérie"

While her name and face have long since faded from the media, Estella Blake was a name that was once on everyone's lips. Known for her endearing charm and effortless grace, she was a promising child star, rising to fame at a young age. However, that was ten years ago. Estella's career was cut short in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone wondering what happened to the bright young talent. It was a sudden and unexpected disappearance from the fashion world, leaving her fans and followers baffled. The reason for Estella's abrupt departure from the industry still remains a mystery, to even her parents. To this day, Estella cannot force herself to spill the sickening secret of what had happened that day. At least, not while sober. Her past is a secret she's determined to keep hidden, quick to change the subject or brush off any attempts to pry.

Despite her vow never to return to the modeling industry, fate had other plans for Estella.

After a sudden phone call from her father, requesting a favour from her in the form of a job offer, inviting her to take his place in managing Illusion Studios: a prosperous modelling agency that he'd bought and reformed when Estella was just a child. Despite initially rejecting his offer, Estella would eventually sign the contract out of guilt, obligation, and false assurance of adequate training. But she walked into the House of Illusions for the first time, Estella couldn't help but sense an overwhelming feeling of dread and regret. Estella knew better than to believe that everything was perfect, as depicted by the press. After all, she was all too familiar with the dark side of the industry, the one that was hidden behind the glamour and glitz.

[ Appearance ]
5'7 | Franco-American | 114lbs

Born into privilege and wealth, Estella's upbringing and opportunities have shaped her into a woman of refined taste and impeccable manners. Yet, that doesn't mean that every experience was a positive one. Her regal-like posture exudes an air of superiority: a practice acquired from years of modelling, which has become a habit that she cannot let go of. While she moves gracefully, each step already carefully calculated as she once did during her runways, her countenances are stiff. The face of innocence, spoiled by a stoic expression. Estella's rigid exterior is a facade that serves as a barrier to protect a fragile heart, a vulnerability that has only been seen by a handful of people.

There's an intensity behind her piercing hazel gaze, accentuated by smokey make-up. Her ash-blonde hair is often styled in gentle, shoulder-length waves; however, it's been a moment since she last had her colour re-touched, evident by the dark brown roots blending into her locks. Her fair skin is unmarred except for a barely visible scar above her right eyebrow, which serves as a reminder of a drunken mishap from a few years earlier. Tall, with a slender figure, her delicate build contrasts harshly with her stony demeanor, like a lonely blossom in an icy wasteland. Although, her thinness would be worrying, would she not clad herself in loose shirts and long jackets to conceal the worst of her self-neglect.

[ Personality ]
ISFJ-T | Cancer | 9w1

Being a young and inexperienced manager, Estella is constantly under the judgment of her colleagues at Illusion Studios, as well as those in similar positions outside of the agency. While she never wanted this job in the first place, her lack of enthusiasm only makes her an easy target for the more seasoned directors seeking to eliminate competition. It's extremely draining for her as an introvert, as she struggles to maintain a straight face and not take their chastising to heart. Despite the pressure she faces, Estella is able to find a little solace in the fact that she's still learning and growing.

There's nothing that Estella wants more than to be able to find a true sense of peace within herself. Currently, she achieves this by neglecting her own needs, to focus on those of others. She dreads the days that involve her being locked away in her office and taking care of the more tedious, yet necessary, duties. While not the most enjoyable part of her job, it is likely due to a sense of obligation she feels towards her father, that Estella finds herself skipping breaks often, to focus on completing those duties to the highest possible standard.

Estella's relationship with the models at Illusion Studios is more on a casual level, rather than what would be typically expected between an employee and their boss. Being a similar age to the agency's models is likely one of the reasons that Estella fails to feel a sense of superiority over them. However, another reason for her laidback nature could be that Estella is still acclimating to her new role, having never been in a position of power before. This is suggested by her lack of assertiveness when it comes to reprimanding the models for their behaviours, and relying on others to put them back into place. It's the fear of creating conflict and disappointing people, stemming from her trauma, that sway her to be selectively ignorant.

[ About: ACEDIA ]
apathy | torpor | negligence | anxiety | grief

Acedia is a dark cloud that looms over one's existence, a heavy weight that holds them down. It is the sin of sorrow, also described as the "uneasiness of the mind", or more commonly known as depression. It is the inability to appreciate the beauty or see the worth in the human experience, feeling disconnected from the world around them as if merely existing rather than truly living. But is it fair to label this a sin? Perhaps not.

Estella fell victim to acedia, unexpectedly, robbing her of her zest for life after her trust was taken advantage of. That was all it had taken for her once vibrant, innocent spirit to be shattered, leaving her a shell of her former self. Ten years later, the deep wounds caused by this betrayal are still healing. For Estella, this sin manifests itself as intense anxiety, leaving her extremely guarded and cautious of the intentions of those around her. To cope with these overwhelming emotions, Estella turned to unhealthy habits. Eating disorders, and purging; Alcoholism, and drunken flings. While she knew deep down that these coping mechanisms were not healthy, Estella quickly found herself trapped in a cycle of self-sabotage, forced to live with the consequences of her actions.

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[x] Estella has been drinking for years, both legally and illegally, and had become well acquainted with the numbing sensation that alcohol could supply. But for a woman of her size, it is all too easy for her to get carried away, especially with her expensive taste, her absurd collection of empty high-end liquor bottles being evidence of that. Drunk Estella is a completely different person than the aloof director, known to become overly emotional or flirty and cuddly. In the past, this often led to some regrettable actions, only realized the morning after. Estella understands that this can never be a long-term solution, but - for now - revels in the temporary freedom that alcohol provides.

[x] How does a former model go from owning the spotlight to becoming immensely afraid of simply having a camera pointed at her? That's a story for another time... or not, being one Estella refuses to talk about. However, it's fair to say that where there's press, the experience is bound to be overstimulating, causing her confident act to quickly crumble. Her apprehension around the cameras can even be seen at casual photoshoots, as Estella prefers to spectate from the sidelines - awkwardly fidgeting with the cuffs of her shirt or jacket - to ensure that no accidental pictures are taken of her.

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"Silk moths can’t fly. It’s been bred out of them for five thousand years.
Most aren’t meant to live long enough to break the chrysalis; flight’s an unnecessary trait.”

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Posted: Tue, 09/04/2024 01:50 (10 Days ago)

!! DISCLAIMER !!
This roleplay will likely cover sensitive topics.
I do not condone any toxic or unhealthy behaviors that may be portrayed here.

Picture (not-so) Perfect
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"Living in the state of dreaming"

PRELUDE
"The Renaissance"

"And as the last of the sunlight dips below the horizon, the sky will be illuminated by the shimmer of the moon and stars.
But only for a while; for when the sun inevitably rises in the morn', the chorus of the songbird will sound once more."

The large windows of the penthouse office offered a stunning view of the New York City skyline, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a rich amber hue across the room. Inside, Callistus sat at his desk, his calloused hands tightly gripping a framed photo of his daughter. His thumb gently caressed her cheek, a small smile playing on his lips as her infectious laughter manifested in his mind. As he examined the photo, he couldn't help but think about how much her smile had influenced his decision to take a gamble, pouring all of his resources into buying and renovating a struggling company. The fashion industry hadn't ever been a career path he'd considered before - if he were to be honest. However, witnessing his daughter's feverish passion, as well as her rapid advancement in her career as a child model, Callistus knew he couldn't let it slip away when the opportunity arose. While he knew his daughter was too young to understand the impact she had on his decision, he was certain that she had a bright future ahead of her. He was determined to provide a better future for his daughter and for generations to come.

Callistus is brought back from his thoughts when a series of purposeful knocks sound from the heavy oak door of the office, prompting him to quickly straighten himself as he rises from the plush leather seat. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the meeting ahead. The door swings open - the hinges squealing under its weight - and he is greeted by his anticipated guest, clad in a luxurious black fur-trimmed coat, a clear display of their wealth and status. As they entered the office, a hand elegantly swept back their curly midnight locks, revealing their youthful face adorned with a coy smile that fills Callistus with a sense of familiarity, but with an underlying hint of unease, also. After all, he knows this man well, but it's been a while since they last met.

“Good evening, Regrator. I’m glad you could make it on such short notice,” welcomes Callistus, offering up the seat on the other side of his desk, his formality, however, earning him an amused chuckle.

“Callistus - my dear friend - you need not keep calling me by that title; Pantalone will suffice.”

The director watches Pantalone as he calmly glides from the door towards him, the pair exchanging pleasantries before settling into their seats. Contrary to Callistus, who was raised in a privileged household, Pantalone's childhood was marked by poverty and a lack of basic opportunities and advantages that others enjoyed. By some stroke of luck, Pantalone was able to break free from this situation, and through years of tireless effort and unwavering commitment, he has risen to become a prominent financier with investments in numerous multinational companies. This was no small feat for someone who had grown up with nothing, and it was a testament to Pantalone's strong will and determination to succeed.

"I must admit, your sudden request for my company had taken me by surprise," Pantalone says, his nonchalant voice laced with just a touch of amusement. He leans back in his chair, interlocking his fingers as his amethyst eyes narrow into a piercing gaze, searching for the reason behind Callistus' summoning. The energy in the room shifts, becoming charged with conspiracy. "Yet... I find myself feeling all the more intrigued," Pantalone continues. The air thickens with tension as the two characters silently engage in a subtle power play: both fighting to read each other's motives. "I can see that the agency has flourished under your influence. So tell me: what's on your mind?"

Callistus nods in agreement at Pantalone's attempt to diffuse the suspense, his sharp gaze fixed on Pantalone as he clears his throat. "It is," he says, his tone firm and determined. "However, I believe it's time for the agency to see some bigger changes." His words vibrate with intensity, conveying his deep passion for the subject at hand. His alluring dark eyes flicker with a mix of admiration and challenge as he continues, "I have great respect for you, Pantalone, and I requested your company this evening because I've always valued your opinion and wanted to hear your thoughts about my ideas regarding the future of the agency."

However, Pantalone's expression remained still, save for a subtle arch of his eyebrow. He listened intently, his silence speaking volumes to Callistus. Without uttering a single word, Pantalone gave the go-ahead for Callistus to continue.
"Illusion Studios has a constant influx of clients, though most of them are short-lasting. They complete a few projects with us before moving on to the next agency after securing their name," Callistus explains, his face contorting in a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "As a father, it fills me with immense pride to witness their soaring achievements, especially knowing that Illusion Studios has played a part in helping them get there. But as a director, it's a struggle to keep up with the constant turnover of talent and the depletion of our resources. If Illusion Studios is to have a future, at all, I need to prioritize its needs, starting now. That's why I propose the idea of curating a select, permanent group of models. This way, we can devote our attention and resources to these chosen few, creating a dependable and illustrious roster of models."

Pantalone's countenance remained neutral as Callistus laid out his plan for the future of the agency. He hums, taking a moment to consider the proposal, his mind already calculating the potential risks and rewards. While it was a bold move, it was also a necessary one.

"Your idea is quite intriguing, indeed," Pantalone finally spoke up, his voice measured and thoughtful. "It would certainly allow you to focus on quality over quantity. A select group of models, hand-picked and nurtured by Illusion Studios. It's a bold move; However, you must also consider the potential backlash from those who have previously worked with you. It could be seen as a betrayal." Callistus nodded, understanding Pantalone's concern. "Of course... that's easier said than done, but I whole-heartedly believe this could be a game-changer for Illusion Studios."

"I do not doubt that there will be some backlash," Callistus responds, his tone resolute, "But I believe that the end result will speak for itself. We will be able to create a lasting legacy, one that is not just about numbers and quick success, but about building a strong foundation for the future."

Pantalone nods, the corners of his lips curling into a sly grin, impressed by Callistus' determination.

"You make a compelling argument, Director," he purrs, "I am certain that with your leadership and the support of the team, Illusion Studios will continue to thrive and evolve. And, may I add, your proposal has piqued my... personal interest." Pantalone shifts in his seat, ensuring that Callistus' attention is completely engaged, "I want to make you an offer. For a mere fifteen percent of Illusion Studios, I'm willing to provide funds and other resources to support your project. Keep in mind, that if I didn't believe Illusion Studios didn't have the potential to make it, I wouldn't still be sat here right now."

Callistus' mind raced as he considered Pantalone's offer. While he had been hesitant to accept any outside funding, he couldn't deny the potential benefits of having a partner like Pantalone. With his vast resources and connections, Illusion Studios would surely flourish. The possibilities were endless, and Callistus couldn't help but feel hopeful at the thought. He glanced back at Pantalone, who was still watching him with a calm expression.

"I am honored by your offer," Callistus says, his voice betraying his excitement. "And I am confident that with your support, Illusion Studios will reach new heights."

Pantalone leans forward, his eyes glinting with a mix of artifice and satisfaction. "Excellent! I'm glad we could come to an agreement. I'll send you the contract to finalize this, tomorrow. In the meantime, I look forward to seeing your plan in action, Director."

The two men locked eyes as they firmly grasped each other's hands. Callistus could feel the weight of the moment in the firmness of the handshake. The deal was sealed, but he had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. Unbeknownst to Callistus, he had just made a deal with the devil. One wrong move and everything he had worked towards could crumble beneath him. The room seemed to grow colder as the realization that something seemed off dawned on him. He had been blinded by ambition and now he was trapped.

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XX. INTRODUCTION
"And it's all Smoke and Mirrors"

Arc Aim: A basic introduction of present characters !

Setting; Date: NYC, USA; January !

Starting Point(s):

- ACEDIA and the models are out of the studio for a photoshoot; Opportunity to showcase character styles here !
- GOSSIP is moving into Illusion Studios / the House of Illusions, with the assistance of GUILE !

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!! DISCLAIMER !!
This roleplay will likely cover sensitive topics.
I do not condone any toxic or unhealthy behaviors that may be portrayed here.
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LITERACY: Semi-Lit+
GENRES: Young Adult | Romance | Drama | Hurt and ~~maybe~~ Comfort
TOPICS: Seven Deadly Sins
THEME SONG: State of Dreaming - Marina and the Diamonds

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XX. INTRODUCTION
"And it's all Smoke and Mirrors"
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In the heart of New York City stands the majestic House of Illusions, the headquarters of Illusion Studios, which is currently one of the world's leading modeling agencies. With its glamorous reputation and a legacy of discovering top talents, the House of Illusions exudes an air of elegance and mystique. It is a place where dreams are born, and long-lasting careers are assembled. The House of Illusions has long been known for its ability to create an illusion of perfection, presenting its models as flawless embodiments of beauty and charisma to the world. But, as the agency grew in popularity and success, a pivotal decision was made to shift its approach and focus on a smaller, permanent group of models, releasing many of its clients.

Just a few years later the news quickly spread. The House of Illusions had announced auditions for a new model to join their prestigious roster, sparking a frenzy of applications and attracting individuals from diverse backgrounds, each yearning to secure a coveted position as the agency's eighth model. The process of selecting the perfect addition to their team consisted of meticulously dissecting every portfolio and conducting countless background checks. However, after enduring months of intense consideration, a decision was finally made, and a new model was chosen to join the illustrious ranks of Illusion Studios.

However, as the new model stepped into the limelight and adjusted to the intricacies of life at the House of Illusions, it became evident that behind the façade of perfection, their fellow models harbored tarnishing imperfections and personal agendas that were being deliberately hidden from the public. Peering beyond the veneer of glamor and allure, the newest resident discovers a labyrinth of intertwined relationships, clandestine affairs, and simmering rivalries woven into the fabric of Illusion Studios. While the studio's impeccable image remained unblemished to the public eye for now, behind the scenes, the illusion of perfection begins to unravel, revealing a world fraught with deception and unspoken desires.

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THE HOUSE OF ILLUSIONS
Illusion | noun | an instance of a wrong or misinterpreted perception of a sensory experience.
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The House of Illusions, a magnificent multi-story skyscraper, is a symbol of glamour and success in the world of modeling. Its grand entrance and luxurious lobby are a feast for the eyes, with elegant decor and photographs of the agency's top - past and present - models lining the walls. The building is constantly bustling with models and staff, creating an electric atmosphere that is palpable upon entering.

Aspiring models from all over the world flock to the House of Illusions, hoping to be discovered and signed by Illusion Studios. The agency's reputation for discovering and nurturing talent has made it a hotspot for young models looking to make it big in the industry. The building serves as a beacon of hope and opportunity for these aspiring models, who see it as a gateway to success and fame.

Living in the House of Illusions is a dream come true for many models. The upper floors of the building are home to luxurious apartments amongst other facilities provided by the agency, offering a peaceful and glamorous sanctuary amidst the chaos of the city. This unique aspect of the building creates a close-knit community among the models and senior staff, fostering a sense of camaraderie and support within the agency.

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ROLES
"Qui se ressemble s’assemble."
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ACEDIA | Estella Blake | DIRECTOR
"Acedia is a historic sin that is often described as the "uneasiness of the mind". Some may argue that it is unfair to label "sadness" as a sin, but the truth is that depression is just a symptom of a much larger internal battle. Interestingly, acedia is also known as the sin of sorrow, as it pertains to the failure to appreciate the human experience. When one is consumed by acedia, they are unable to see the beauty and value in their own existence. This is why acedia is often associated with today's sin: Sloth."

GUILE | Dezerae Li | MANAGER
"Guile, or deceit, in contrast to the seven cardinal sins, is characterized by the intentional misleading of others in the pursuit of falsehoods or half-truths. It is the subtle presentation of malevolence hidden under the guise of benign pretense. It is the act of concealing the truth in order to advance ulterior motives. This has been a common practice among many, and it has been used for personal gain, power, and control in different settings. The essence of deceit or guile is so destructive that it results in a web of lies and secrets that can spiral out of control."

PRIDE | Anne Marie Täydellisyyttä | MODEL
"Self-affirmation is a necessary aspect for a healthy life, as it helps build self-esteem and confidence. However, it is important to recognize the difference between healthy and sinful pride. While self-affirmation allows one to appreciate their own gifts and accomplishments, sinful pride leads to an inflated sense of self-importance. This type of pride blinds individuals from acknowledging the contributions of others and creates a dangerous sense of entitlement."

GREED | Casimir Devereaux | MODEL
"Greed is one of the most dangerous sins that people can commit. Its impact can go beyond just materialistic possessions and can ruin people's lives. The desire to accumulate wealth or fame can drive people to do unimaginable things, and it is this insatiable hunger for more that leads to their downfall. Greed can be like a slow poison, destroying everything in its path, including the person who is consumed by it."

LUST | Keiki Meyumi | MODEL
"Lust is a strong emotion, a powerful force that can consume an individual's entire being. When it takes over, it can lead to a disordered desire for pleasure, power, or material possessions. It is a dangerous and all-consuming feeling that can drive a person to do things they never thought possible. It is not limited to sexual pleasure, as many people may believe, but encompasses a wide range of desires that can have detrimental effects on an individual's life."

ENVY | Niwa Atsushi | MODEL
"Envy is an emotion that many have felt, yet few can truly understand. It goes beyond the simple jealousy of wanting something that someone else has. It is the belief that another's success or good fortune somehow diminishes one's own worth. To experience envy is to be consumed by a desire to destroy that which is coveted. It is an overwhelming emotion that can turn even the most rational person into a monster."

GLUTTONY | Emil Musabi | MODEL
"Gluttony is a very common sin in the world today. People are constantly eating and drinking in excess, without any regard for their health or the consequences of their actions. It is important to remember that gluttony is not just about food, but also includes excessive consumption of alcohol and other substances. It is a constant desire for more, without any consideration for the impact it may have on oneself or others."

WRATH | Xíang Wén Líng | MODEL
"The line between wrath and anger can be blurred, but the two are not the same. Wrath is the very thing that consumes your soul when you have been wronged. It is what drives you to seek justice through any means necessary. Once it has taken root, there is little that can be done to quell this powerful emotion. The notion of forgiveness becomes a distant memory, as the only thing that matters is the burning desire for vengeance."

SLOTH | Mercymorn Belphie | MODEL
"Sloth is a sin of omission, lacking desire and/or performance. Unlike mere laziness, the sin of sloth also refers to apathy - one's complete lack of concern for oneself and others, due to the energy it requires. Sloth is a dangerous sin because it not only dissuades one from doing good deeds but also discourages them from even caring about their inaction. It is a state of indifference that numbs the individual's moral compass, making it easy to do nothing, even when they know it is wrong."

GOSSIP | Dakota Thorne | MODEL
"Gossip is a tempting habit that many people fall into without even realizing it. Although it may not be one of the traditional seven deadly sins, it still holds great weight in the eyes of many. This is due to the fact that gossip can be divided into two distinct categories: detraction and slander. Both of these sins involve spreading information about someone else's faults or failings, but the difference lies in the intention behind the words."

VAINGLORY | Pantalone | SHAREHOLDER
"Vainglory, or Vanity, is a historic sin and is defined as the excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others. It is a sin that can have catastrophic consequences which include causing relationships to crumble and turning people into their own worst enemies. A person who indulges in vainglory loses sight of what truly matters and becomes consumed with themselves, causing them to become arrogant and egotistical and leading to a lack of empathy and compassion for others."

IGNORANCE | Callistus | FORMER DIRECTOR
"Ignorance is not bliss. The line between ignorance and unawareness can be a very thin line to tread. Most people who are aware of the truth but choose to ignore it because the alternative, living in a world of lies, can sometimes feel more comfortable. For instance, it can be easier to adhere to societal norms and beliefs rather than question them and risk being outcasted. Ignorance implies a conscious decision to not acknowledge or accept the truth, while unawareness is a lack of knowledge or understanding. In both cases, individuals are choosing to remain in a state of denial. However, this denial can have serious consequences, as it prevents personal growth and hinders progress in society."

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♥ Sentence/paragraph format only !
♥ The RP may have a mature vibe, and sensitive topics may pop up; however, posts must remain site-friendly !
♥ Please try to use appropriate trigger warnings and/or spoiler format if detailing such topics !
♥ Characters are adults ! Around the ages of 21-25 is good !
♥ Realistic face claims please !
♥ Romance and drama are highly encouraged !
♥ For now, one character per person !
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hello !

just an update to let you all know that the sign-ups for the relaunch is being worked on and will be released by reset <3

anyone with a main role (the models) will have a week to re-claim their position before I redistribute them

if anyone can't/no longer wishes to participate, that is completely fine !

but please let me know (via PM or here) so I can adjust the role availability, accordingly c:

unfortunately, it has been decided that we won't be taking side characters, due to the sheer number of characters already

as much as I'd love to take in everyone, I simply cannot, if I want to ensure steadiness as well as enjoyability

however, should any main roles become available, feel free to apply for them !

but - due to the nature of the roleplay - please ensure you have adequate examples of your roleplaying abilities

I think that's all for now -

thank you all so much for your patience <3

note: this is not an April Fools joke-

Edit: New thread is here!

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it's only been two months since i last posted here, aha- ~~shh!~~

however! an update!! primarily for those with a main role.

the wip lives here - feel free to take a look <3

there's a few minor changes, but the biggest is probably the position of GOSSIP taking on a more antagonistic role.

everything is still a work-in-progress, however, and is just a case of finding time between work and life to get it done c':

any suggestions can be made here or via PM!

if you're still interested in participating, please drop a message in this thread.

priority will be given to anyone already with a main role until a new sign-ups thread is made!

side roles to be determined when the roleplay is re-released.

also; just a massive thank-you to Immortes for all of their support with this project and just being amazing ♥

please love them; they deserve the world

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The frigid air glides through her lips as she inhales deeply. She has always preferred to sleep with the windows open, making her bedroom more like a walk-in freezer. She elongates her body, aligning her spine, and maintains a butterfly stretch for thirty seconds. The tranquility and quietness make it feel like an eternity. Phaenna could easily drift back off into slumber, completely at ease in her position. But she eventually exhales, prepared to embrace another day.

A normal day for Phaenna would consist of waking up early and reciting some of her ballet stretches. The silence of the early morning has always helped her to focus on her body and the movements it made. But, even if she knew she wasn't going to dance that day, she found that the routine helped to relax her, as well as being good practice to keep her in shape.

Despite her whimsical doll-like appearance, Phaenna wields a surprising amount of flexibility and strength, due to partaking in years of Russian-styled ballet lessons throughout her childhood. She had begun her training - pretty much - from the moment she could walk, her parents believing the sport to be able to help develop her etiquette. It had not been an easy path to take, having to constantly work hard through pain to maintain her skills and technique. But, in the end, her efforts were worth it. The strict discipline and intense training had molded her into a graceful and powerful dancer, something Phaenna was proud of.

And that pride radiated from Phaenna, evident in every step she took. With effortless grace, she glided through the streets of Rakua City, her head held high with the unshakable confidence of the Gratiea lineage. The moonlight danced off her flowing locks, casting a mesmerizing glow around her. Her presence was captivating, like that of a wingless angel among mortals.

As she made her way to the city's community college, she sipped the crisp air. Her pace was leisurely, a clear indication of her unwavering self-assurance. After all, it was just another ordinary day for her.

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and the moon was just a sliver, rather than a full moon, so that it proved to be significantly dark out.
However, the coating of snow upon the ground looked bright in the moonlight.”

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"It's cold and cruel to begin with, but it's somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it's not there.
And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts."

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Character Name: Phaenna Gratiea
Etymology: Phaenna: Greek; meaning "the shining" or "bright"
Gratiea; meaning 'grace'
Gender & Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Age: Nineteen
Year: 1st
Council Member & Position: N/A

Appearance:

Phaenna has a willowy figure, her long legs giving her the illusion of being taller than she actually is. Her delicate facial features are perfectly proportioned, adding to her overall air of grace. Her porcelain skin is smooth and flawless. Her long, white hair cascades down her back, giving her an almost angelic appearance. It is soft to the touch, like cotton, and seems to glow in the light. Phaenna's most striking feature, however, is her eyes. They are a stunning shade of ice blue, like two perfect gems set in her delicate face. They are large and glassy, giving her an otherworldly quality.

Personality:
Phaenna was raised in a strict household, where every action was carefully scrutinized. From a young age, she was taught how to behave with grace and poise, as befitting a member of an aristocratic family. She was expected to perfect her manners, from the way she spoke to the way she dressed. Even her penmanship had to be perfect, with each letter written with precision and elegance, taking calligraphy lessons to ensure so.

Despite being trained to be the epitome of grace, Phaenna often comes across as blunt and reserved. This is likely due to the strict etiquette lessons she received as a child. Taught to suppress her emotions and maintain a stoic facade at all times, as a result, she may seem unapproachable to those around her. However, those who take the time to get to know her will discover a kind and caring person underneath her polished exterior.

Phaenna's high expectations were not limited to her behavior and appearance. As a member of an aristocratic family, she was also expected to excel in her studies and extracurricular activities. This constant pressure to succeed has made Phaenna a perfectionist, always striving for excellence in everything she does. Phaenna, specifically, excels in literacy (poetry) and music (singing, mainly).

Fears:
Her Father: A ruthless and controlling man who has used his power to ruin several lives already; Phaenna wouldn't doubt him ruining hers, too, should she do anything to tarnish the family name.
Stage Fight: It seems silly, but without a mask, Phaenna is unable to get into the free-spirited character, which is 'Frore'. 'Frore' is the persona created by Phaenna for her to enjoy life in a way she otherwise wouldn't get to experience.

Relationships:
Phaenna's family consists of her parents and two older sisters, all of whom are graded as second-years. Her relationship with them isn't strained per se; however, her parents are confused about why their daughter hasn't already advanced to the next year.

Other:
Phaenna is a solo idol who goes by the name 'Frore'. Frore is a singer and figure skater, whose performances are very Disney-on-ice-esqu: magical for people of all ages. Frore enjoys being a real-life princess for young children and seeing them smile! Due to wearing masks during her performance, her [Frore's] real identity has never been disclosed to the public.

Pal Pad Group: maybe? c':

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Estella Blake | 22 y/o | Director's Suite, House of Illusions (canon timeline)

Estella's apartment is dimly lit by the warm evening glow of the setting sun. But for Estella, the light only serves to highlight the emptiness of her surroundings. A faint cinnamon scent lingers in the air as she stands by the window, gazing out distantly at the bustling streets of New York, feeling a sense of longing and loneliness wash over her.

She chuckles to herself, dryly.

The rich, amber liquid lingers on her lips, leaving a sticky, sweet residue in its wake. As she takes a sip, notes of honey and spices dance on her tongue, igniting a familiar warmth within her. Despite knowing the consequences, she can't resist the comforting embrace of the drink, the temporary escape it offers from her mundane life.

She's a contradiction, a mixture of strength and vulnerability, and the drink only intensifies these incompatible traits. As the liquid travels down her throat, a surge of conflicting emotions washes over her, a bittersweet reminder of the risks she's taking. But in this moment, she doesn't want to think about the consequences. She just wants to savor the taste, the sensation, the escape. And for a brief moment, she's able to forget all her worries and simply be.

The reminder of her promises to stay away from alcohol plays on repeat in her mind. Yet, the familiar burn in her throat and the numbing sensation that follows seem to have a hypnotic effect, easing her troubled thoughts and emotions. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the alluring scent of the liquor, and takes another sip, feeling the warmth spread through her body.

She knows she should put the glass down and find a healthier coping mechanism, but the temptation to drown out her inner turmoil is too strong. Besides, what harm could one drink do? Except, it was never just one. It wasn't her first glass, and likely wouldn't be her last.

But as she takes another sip, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt and disappointment in herself. She had promised herself - countless times - to be stronger and not give in to her vices, yet here she is, succumbing to her weaknesses once again. Torn between her desire for temporary relief and her inner moral compass, Estella stands frozen, unable to make a decision.

The silence in her apartment only amplifies the chaos in her mind as she struggles to find a way out of this internal battle. With a heavy sigh, she downs the remainder of the whiskey in her glass, knowing that she will regret it later. The amber liquid offers a brief respite from her inner turmoil, but deep down she knows that it will only bring more pain and regret in the long run.

As she continues to gaze out the window, the sunlight now a narrow slither in the horizon, she can't help but wonder if she will ever find peace and contentment within herself. But for now, she will settle for this temporary escape.

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Estella Blake | 13 y/o | Orchid Boutique, NYC (pre-canon timeline)

She can feel the mounting anxiety in the pit of her stomach. It's taking all of her to suppress her nerves and get through this photoshoot. However, the spotlights shining down on her seem brighter than usual, blinding her. She can't ignore the glint in the camera lens, each snap and flash causing her to jump. Estella could feel the judging looks burning into her: were they trying to undress her too?

Her mind spins, as she tries to make sense of the photographer's words, "Could you just try that again for us, Estelle, darling?"

Through the deafening sound of her own racing heart, Estelle can hear the assistant director's stern voice, "Let's go again, we don't have all day."

She can feel the weight of their expectations crushing her, as she takes a deep breath and tries to steady her shaking hands. Estelle takes a moment to collect herself, as she runs her fingers through her wavy chestnut locks to regain her composure. She draws strength from the thought of her parents back home, who have always been her biggest cheerleaders.

She takes another deep breath and steps in front of the camera once again, determined to give her best shot, as she always did. The shutter clicks and the flash goes off.

Her mind trails back to the moments just before stepping on set. It should have been like any other booking, but her parents had been too busy to stay with her on this particular day. In their minds, Estella would be fine. She had done hundreds of similar jobs before and had a close relationship with the leading staff. Unknowingly to them - and still to this day - Estella would be entrusted into the wrong hands.

"You're father was nice enough to let us take care of you, today. He must be a busy man. But, don't worry, I'll take good care of you, Estella..."

Estella hadn't immediately felt anything 'off' until her assigned caretaker had their hands on her a little more than usual. From playing with her hair, and caressing her skin, the grip they had on her was always too tight. There was a strange look in their eyes that, back then, Estelle would have been too young to identify as lust. She knew it made her uncomfortable, nonetheless.

"My... I remember when you were oh-so little. You've grown up so much... Ah... Would you mind? A souvenir of your beauty... I'll promise to treasure it, always."

A sinister smile, and the flash of a camera, are imprinted in her mind.

Estelle's eyes fly open, her heart pounding in her chest. Another nightmare... A wave of nausea hits her suddenly, like a brick wall, causing her to lurch upright in bed. She clutches her stomach, willing the feeling to pass, only for it to intensify. She stumbles to the bathroom, the cold tile floor sending shivers up her bare feet. She can taste the bitterness of bile rising in her throat as she practically falls to her knees in front of the toilet.

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Estella Blake | 17 y/o | Night Club, NYC (pre-canon timeline)

Estella's senses were on high alert from the moment she stepped into the club. There was an overwhelming scent of sweat and alcohol in the air, and the loud music was a jarring contrast to her preferred surroundings of a quiet bar. She couldn't help but feel out of place amidst the flashing lights and gyrating bodies. Taking a seat in a plush booth, she sighed, wondering why she had even agreed to come here.

As the bass thumped, Estella felt the vibrations travel through her body. The leather seat enveloped her, providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos. She absentmindedly swirled her drink, the ice clinking against the glass. But even the taste of alcohol couldn't distract her from the nagging feeling of being out of her element.

Her friends had long left her to go dance on the crowded dancefloor. Estella, not one for dancing, stayed behind, watching from afar. She finishes her drink. Her lips curl into a grimace as the cheap liquor leaves an unpleasant burn in her chest. Her friends were nowhere to be seen. It was like leaving a ship unanchored on a stormy day as Estella soon found herself drifting out of the booth, cautiously weaving her way through the sea of swaying bodies toward the bar to order another.

As she studied the variety - or lack of - spirits on display, waiting for her order to be taken, she could barely hear herself think over the screams of excitement. The loud music and raucous laughter from the bar patrons only added to the chaos. Despite the chaos, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she noticed the bartender's gaze lingering on her.

"And what can I get for you, darling?"

"A double Jack, on the rocks."

"Sure thing, ID?"

She doesn't argue, confidently pulling a card out from her clutch purse and handing it over. The bartender examines it for a moment, his eyes flickering back and forth. Satisfied, he handed it back to her and went to make her drink. Little did he know, the ID was fake and she had gotten away with it yet again. Estella paid for her drink and made her way back to her seat.

Settling back into the booth, a serene smile graces Estelle's face. She leisurely sips her second drink, observing the lively groups around her. At the tender age of seventeen, Estelle was still a novice to the world of alcohol, but she had quickly discovered her preference for whiskey. Unlike her friends, who preferred fruity and sweet drinks, Estelle was drawn to the bold and robust flavors of whiskey. And although it may have a strong taste, it was just what she needed to momentarily numb the ache in her heart.

"Estelle~! Come dance!"

A tight grasp on her arm pulls her out of her thoughts, and almost out of her seat. Fortunately, Estella had managed to save her drink from spilling over the table and herself.

"Please~?" The girl on her arm, her friend, begs with large hazy eyes, "Please 'stelle..?"

Estella knows she's trapped, her friend's grip loosening as she brushes her hands down the fair skin of her arms suggestively. She feels electrifying shivers coursing through her body and the loud beat of the music pulses in her ears, drowning out any rational thoughts. Her friend's touch ignites a fire within her, and Estella can't help but give in.

With each sway of their bodies, Estella becomes lost in the moment, the alcohol numbing her inhibitions and allowing her to fully surrender to the rhythm.

The rest of the night is but a blur.

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Estella Blake | 18 y/o | Emergency Room, NYC Hospital (pre-canon timeline)

As she tried to piece together the events of her evening, her mind grew hazy. She vaguely remembers going out for drinks with friends, leaving the venue, and then suddenly lying on the cold pavement with a paramedic looming over her, the flashing lights of an ambulance lighting up the street.

Her concussion had since passed as she sat alone in a hospital bed, sipping water from a plastic cup. There's a blood-stained gauze taped above her right eye, concealing a couple of stitches she'd needed from where she had collided with the pavement. Besides a few other minor cuts and scraps, Estella was slowly coming back around.

As the curtains were suddenly pulled back, Estella's heart sank at the sight of her father standing alongside one of the nurses who had been caring for her. His exhausted demeanor spoke volumes, and she could see the worry and fatigue etched into his tired eyes as he expressed his gratitude to the nurse. As the nurse departed, her father drew the curtains closed, providing them with some much-needed privacy.

With a heavy sigh, her father turned to Estella, the disappointment in his eyes evident. The exhaustion and concern radiating from him seemed to permeate the air, creating a heavy atmosphere.

"It's 3 am, Stelle..." her father says, his voice laced with irritation.

"It is?" His eyes narrowed at her nonchalant tone.

She bites her lip. Estella could sense the tension in his voice, and it only added to the stress in the room. She could see the lines etched into his face, evidence of the pressure he had been under. But she also saw the love and concern in his eyes, as he reached out to take her hand.

"I'm sorry..." she replied softly, trying to reassure him.

But even as she spoke, she could feel her own disappointment and frustration at her current state. They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound in the room was the soft beeping of the machines surrounding her. But in that silence, Estella could sense the unspoken words between them. Her father's exhaustion and concern for her well-being, and her dismay and longing for things to be different.

Finally, her father broke the silence, his voice filled with emotion.

"You know I'd do anything to make you better, Estella."

Estella could feel the sincerity in his words, and it gave her some comfort. He had always been supportive of her and everything she did, despite being a little tough sometimes. At the end of the day, Estella was still his little girl, and would always be.

Yet, despite all of that, Estella still felt that she couldn't tell him her true feelings and all of the troubles that plagued her mind daily. As far as he was aware, she was just going through that rebellious teenage phase, that most kids her age do, and believed she'd grow out of it eventually.

"Your mother is going to flip when she sees you," he chuckles.

Estella rolls her eyes, "Surely can't be worse than that time I cut my hair."

"I wouldn't be so sure. Right, let's get you discharged, I would like to get some sleep before work tomorrow."

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Estella Blake | 18 y/o | Bathroom, Brooklyn Family Home (pre-canon timeline)

The steam grew thick and suffocating, filling every corner of the bathroom and swirling around Estella as she sat, huddled on the shower floor. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her head bowed in defeat, as the pounding water rained down upon her. With each drop, she could feel the scorching heat searing her skin, the tender redness a testament to her desperate attempts at scrubbing away her sins.

She doesn't wince.

Veiled by the mist, Estella's once pristine exterior began to crumble, revealing the complex and troubled woman within. Her facade of perfection shattered, she was left raw and exposed, vulnerable to the relentless onslaught of water and memories. But even as the scalding water threatened to consume her, Estella remained stoic, refusing to show any sign of pain or weakness. It was a mask she had perfected, a shield to protect her from the outside world.

But as the water continued to assault her, she couldn't help but wonder if she could ever truly wash away her past and find peace within herself. In that moment, Estella's character was laid bare, her struggles and flaws laid out for the world to see. And as she sat amid, her tears blending with the water of the shower, she couldn't help but long for a different voice, one that was rich with authenticity and emotion.

Estella's hand moved towards the dial, her fingers grasping it tightly. The rushing water slowed to a stop, the steam gradually dissipating around her. She sat in silence, the only sound echoing in the tiled bathroom was the last few drops of water hitting the shower floor. With a gentle brush, she pushed back the damp strands of hair that clung to her face, squeezing out the excess water as they returned to their natural curly state.

Gingerly, she brings herself to her feet, her hand shaking as she grips the shower door for support. Her heart races and her mind is consumed with doubt and self-loathing. Why does she do this to herself? Estella takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as the lightheaded feeling begins to fade.

Her skin glistens with droplets of water as she steps out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel to shield her body from the cold air. But as she wraps the towel around her, she catches a glimpse of her fragile figure in the condensation-stained mirror.

It's ironic, she thinks bitterly. She had destroyed her body in an attempt to become less desirable to the judgmental eyes of society, yet it was the same body type that was being glorified by models and celebrities. She had always been slim, as a former child model herself. But as she grew older and taller over the last couple of years, her weight didn't follow suit. Restricting her diet, Estella often felt too sick to eat, and when she did, it was usually a small meal that wouldn't stay down for long.

She knew it was wrong, she knew it was unhealthy: just one of her deadly habits.

Tearing her eyes away, she continues to dry herself off, her sore skin begs for her to stop, irritated by the friction of the towel. However, "out of sight, out of mind" became her mantra, as she pulled on a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt, concealing the worst of her self-destruction. A problem for another day.

She was exhausted.

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✧ Introduction

"You're looking for the "Benevolent Brilliance"? She is Xiānzhī Báitù, or 'Tùzǐ' as the children call her: the last eligible heir of the Yuètù Clan and the youngest pureblooded descendant of the Moon Rabbits, an ancient race on the verge of extinction. Revered for her divine beauty, unblemished purity, and graceful spirit... The Harbour's children love her when she visits. She possesses the remarkable talent to convince even the most stubborn individuals to willingly consume their bitter medicines! Ah... But it's seldom she visits. The burden of carrying the legacy of her race must be tough." - unknown

✧ History

The Yuètù Clan have made their home in the ethereal realm of the clouds, where they oversee the majestic mountains of Minlin in Liyue. Despite their unique characteristics, it would be a mistake to associate them with the Adepti. Renowned for their extraordinary healing abilities, the Moon Rabbits have no formal partnership with Morax. However, due to their selfless nature, they once offered their invaluable assistance to Liyue during the Archon War, serving as skilled medics. Tragically, numerous members of the clan met their untimely demise during this tumultuous era, ultimately leading to the imminent extinction of their race. As a token of gratitude for their sacrifices, they were bestowed with a substantial piece of Plaustrite (along with other precious treasures) which now serves as their sanctuary and final refuge.

As the bond between the Moon Rabbits and the Harbour strengthened over the following years, the Yuètù Clan initiated an annual affair, now known as the Moon Festival. This celebration, held in the midst of autumn, involved the Clan presenting unique delicacies and medicinal remedies to the residents of the Harbour. In return, the Harbour graciously shared their own cultural traditions. To express lasting gratitude for their contributions during the Archon War, lanterns reminiscent of those illuminated during the Lantern Rite were released at the conclusion of the evening.

In the present-day era, Báitù maintains a close partnership with Liyue's Bubu Pharmacy. This collaboration entails delivering foraged ingredients, such as Qingxins and Violetgrass, which flourish abundantly in Minlin, for medicinal purposes. Additionally, Báitù handles prescription-related matters. While it is infrequent for Báitù to directly interact with patients, the children always insist on seeing "the rabbit doctor" whenever they become aware of her presence.

✧ Appearance

Báitù's unique characteristics render it impossible for her to refute any claims of affiliation with the ancient Yuètù Clan. From her long, floppy white ears atop her head to the bundle of delicate fluff that serves as her tail, Báitù has no choice but to embrace her fate as a descendant of the Moon Rabbits. Despite standing at a modest height of approximately 150cm (considered fully grown for a female of her species), her slender figure and elongated legs create the illusion of a taller stature. Renowned for her ethereal beauty, she possesses flawless porcelain skin and captivating sky-blue eyes. Additionally, Báitù's silky white hair flows down, nearly matching her own height.

The fashion trends in Liyue are unfamiliar to Báitù, causing her to stand out even more whenever she ventures into the Harbour. Báitù has a strong affinity for dresses, however, with skirts that exude a sense of fluidity and layers, embellished with delicate ribbons, bows, and floral hair ornaments. Her preferred color palette predominantly revolves around shades of blue and white, accentuated by touches of luxurious gold hardware.

✧ Personality

Whilst Báitù enjoys the company of others, she often displays typical rabbit-like behaviors, such as appearing quiet, timid, and hesitant in unfamiliar situations. However, she is generally easy-going and deeply committed to her friends and family. Despite her gentle and open-minded nature, Báitù is not easily irritated and prefers to avoid conflicts as much as possible. Additionally, she is highly diligent and excels both when working alone or as part of a team. However, due to her strong sense of responsibility, Báitù can become reclusive when engrossed in a project. As a result, she tends to tire easily and may spontaneously take naps throughout the day.

✧ Hobbies

With her ears ever so alert, Báitù, the Moon Rabbit, embodies a perpetual thirst for knowledge. The quest to unravel the secrets behind the 'Elixir of Life', a mythical potion that is said to grant immortality, has been a cherished aspiration of her ancestors long before her birth. While Báitù holds her own contemplations regarding immortality, she derives joy from the art of potion-making and the enhancement of existing medicinal remedies. It brings warmth to her heart, seeing the sickly regain their liveliness once more, even more so when she can successfully convince the most stubborn of children to take their medicine. Alchemy comes naturally to her, having been trained in its techniques from a tender age.

Furthermore, Báitù is an avid reader, immersing herself in the realms of history, culture, and even botany. When fatigue doesn't weigh her down, she finds solace in leisurely walks amidst nature's embrace, also allowing her to take a closer look at possible ingredients to use in her creations. Desserts hold a special place in her culinary preferences, while she harbors a distaste for meat and seafood dishes.

✧ Etymology

Her forename 'Báitù' uses the characters '白兔' composed of '白' (bái) meaning 'white' and '兔' (tù) meaning 'rabbit'. Her surname 'Xiānzhī' uses the characters '先知', meaning 'prophet'.

[ Gameplay ]

✧ Base Attributes

Rarity: ★★★★★
Ascension Level: 6
Level: 90 / 90
Maximum HP: 15,327
ATK: 215
DEF: 743
Elemental Mastery: 0
Maximum Stamina: 240

Team Role: Healer
Vision Element: Hydro
Weapon Type: Catalyst

✧ Level-Up Materials

[ Ascension ]
A1: Varunada Lazurite Sliver (1) + Glaze Lily (3) + Whopperflower Nectar (3)
A2: Varunada Lazurite Fragment (3) + Juvenile Jade (2) + Glaze Lily (10) + Whopperflower Nectar (15)
A3: Varunada Lazurite Fragment (6) + Juvenile Jade (4) + Glaze Lily (20) + Shimmering Nectar (12)
A4: Varunada Lazurite Chunk (3) + Juvenile Jade (8) + Glaze Lily (30) + Shimmering Nectar (18)
A5: Varunada Lazurite Chunk (6) + Juvenile Jade (12) + Glaze Lily (45) + Energy Nectar (12)
A6: Varunada Lazurite Gemstone (6) + Juvenile Jade (20) + Glaze Lily (60) + Energy Nectar (24)

Ascension Stat Bonus: HP (28.8%)

[ Talent ]
1>2: Teachings of Gold (3) + Whopperflower Nectar (6)
2>3: Guide to Gold (2) + Shimmering Nectar (3)
3>4: Guide to Gold (4) + Shimmering Nectar (4)
4>5: Guide to Gold (6) + Shimmering Nectar (6)
5>6: Guide to Gold (9) + Shimmering Nectar (9)
6>7: Philosophies of Gold (4) + Energy Nectar (4) + Bloodjade Branch (1)
7>8: Philosophies of Gold (6) + Energy Nectar (6) + Bloodjade Branch (2)
8>9: Philosophies of Gold (12) + Energy Nectar (9) + Bloodjade Branch (2)
9>10: Philosophies of Gold (16) + Energy Nectar (12) + Bloodjade Branch (2) + Crown of Insight (1)

✧ Talents

Normal Attack: Sparkling Barrage
Performs up to 4 water splash attacks that deal Hydro DMG.
Charged Attack:
Consumes a certain amount of Stamina to deal AoE Hydro DMG after a short casting time.
Plunge Attack:
Gathering the might of Hydro, Báitù plunges towards the ground from mid-air, damaging all opponents in her path. Deals AoE Hydro DMG upon impact with the ground.

Elemental Skill: Reflection
Cool Down: 30 seconds | Energy Generated: 4 (Hydro)
Báitù summons a mirror behind her, teleporting herself behind her opponents. Re-entering the field, Báitù enters her Submerged Conscious state, gaining a bubble shield that has a 100% DMG Absorption Bonus, and a 250% Hydro DMG Absorption Bonus. Whilst shielded, Báitù gains the following effects:
- Loses a portion of HP every 0.5 seconds; in return; Báitù's ATK is increased by 2% every second, for five seconds.
- In her Submerged Conscious state, Báitù cannot use Charged Attacks.

When the shield is broken, or the skill ends, the bubble bursts dealing AoE Hydro DMG to nearby enemies.

Elemental Burst: Turning the Tides
Cool Down: 20s | Energy Required: 80
Summons a High Tide that deals one instance of AoE Hydro DMG to enemies, and applies Wet status to every character on the field for the remainder of the Burst. Periodically heals nearby teammates for a large amount of HP that scales with Báitù's Max HP.
Afterward, Báitù gains the following effects:
- Báitù Charged Attack will become large plumes of water, which send enemies into the air, dealing Hydro DMG.
- Báitù Charged Attack’s Crit Rate is increased by 20%.

1st Ascension Passive: Enlighten
For 10 seconds, Báitù gains 20% more Hydro DMG Bonus after casting Turning the Tides.

4th Ascension Passive: Permanence
When Báitù hits an opponent with a Normal Attack, all nearby party members will heal HP equivalent to 2% of Báitù's Max HP. This type of healing can occur once every 1 second.

Utility Passive: Devotion
When Yuèguāng crafts a potion, she has a 10% chance to receive double the product.

✧ Constellation

Constellation Name: lepus lunae

C1: For every 1000 points of HP Yuèguāng has, she gains an additional 1% Hydro DMG Bonus.
C2: When in the Submerged Conscious state, and Yuèguāng’s HP is equal to or less than 50%, her ATK Speed is increased by 15% for 5 seconds.
C3: Increases the Level of The Tides have Turned by 3. The maximum upgrade level is 15.
C4: During Moonblessed Meditation, Yuèguāng gains a Moonstone after every third Normal Attack hits an opponent. A maximum of 5 Moonstones can be obtained this way. At the end of the skill, or when the shield breaks, the Moonstones are fired off, dealing Normal DMG to opponents.
C5: Increases the Level of Reflection by 3. The maximum upgrade level is 15.
C6: After activating The Tides have Turned, all affected characters will gain the following effects based on their HP amounts:
- Increases Incoming Healing Bonus by 30% when HP falls below or is equal to 75%.
- Elemental Mastery increased by 100 when HP is above 75%.

✧ Weapon

Weapon Name: Moonwalker's Lantern
Rarity: ★★★★★
Base ATK: 608
HP: 49.6%
Light the Way: After using an Elemental Burst, for 20 seconds, the character equipped with this weapon obtains the "Moon's Blessing" effect. Healing Bonus increased by 10~20%, and each Elemental Orb or Particle collected restores 1~2% HP.

✧ Specialty Dish

Dish Name: Golden Youth
Rarity: ★★★
Base Dish: Yuètù Mooncake
Dish Type: Sage
Recipe: 2x flour; 2x sugar; 1x salt; 1x egg; 3x lotus head
Effect: Increases all party members' Healing Bonus by 15~20% for 300s.
Character Quote: "The signature dish of the Yuètù Clan: a rich dessert, meant for sharing, consisting of beautifully goldened pastry and a sweet, dense filling. Historically, the Yuètù Clan would bring it to the Moon Festival, to share with the locals of Liyue Harbour. However, it became so popular, that the clan invested in a bakery that makes them fresh every day. If you look carefully, you may see the imprint of a little bunny on top!"

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Posted: Sun, 21/01/2024 17:33 (2 Months ago)

Theme - In Living Memory

Falin Barnes

[ Lore ]

✧ Introduction

"The wisdom of a stray cat [Falin] lies in its [her] adaptability.
Like them [her], we must learn to adjust to life’s ever-changing circumstances.” - an unknown sponsor.

✧ Early Life

During her pregnancy with Falin, Falin's mother did not have any symptoms typically associated with being pregnant, apart from what she perceived to be intense bloating. As a mother of five energetic boys, she already had a multitude of responsibilities to handle. Even though she had gone through pregnancies before and knew what to expect, there was an unsettling feeling this time. As soon as Falin was laid upon her mother's chest for the first time, it became apparent to her that there was an absence of any emotional bond or affection towards the child. She expended so much of her energy that she could only manage to produce a faint smile as she tried to appear content with the latest addition to their family. However, whenever the boys accompanied their father to work, poor little Falin would frequently be left alone to cry out her distress in a small Moses basket, which her father had woven from reeds for their firstborn.

Growing up, Falin's relationship with her mother remained fraught with tension and loathing. Contrarily, Falin shared a tight bond with both her brothers and father, which became a source of jealousy for her mother. She also simply resented the fact that Falin's physical resemblance to her only heightened with each passing day and would, therefore, refuse simple things such as looking at her daughter when speaking to her. From a young age, her mother exerted herself to remind Falin that, being a daughter from District 9, her worth was no greater than the livestock in District 10: To be born, raised, and bred until the day she died. Every time Falin made an error, she would be branded as such, 'useless cow'. It had been at her mother's request that Falin stay at home and learn to take care of the household chores instead of working alongside her sibling in the fields, as a way to separate her from her family. According to her mother, working in the fields was a task that was assigned to men.

After completing all of her daily tasks, Falin would often spend her free time in the hay lofts of her family's barn, accompanied by a lazy and disgruntled barn cat. During these moments, she would indulge in daydreaming or find solace curled up with a book that she concealed from her family. Sometimes, albeit infrequently, Falin would engage in playful activities with her older brothers. They would run and frolic in the fields, despite her mother's disapproval, who believed that Falin's company hindered their productivity. Some of the games they enjoyed playing with each other were hide-and-seek, in which they would always let Falin win, and also a game of knocking down cans and bottles by shooting at them with slingshots. Falin has honed her aiming skills to perfection, allowing her to consistently strike her targets with extraordinary precision even at significant distances. She also applied to pesky rodents that attempted to pilfer grains from their stores.

✧ Appearance

Falin is among the youngest competitors to be reaped as a tribute for the Hunger Games, having only just turned twelve. Comparing Falin to the older tributes, she is noticeably smaller, due to her age, living conditions, and lack of training. She stands at 140 cm, and she weighs a meager 60 kg. She has a delicate figure. Falin has gorgeous cocoa-colored hair that flows almost down to her waist in natural waves, which perfectly complements her light honey-beige skin tone. Her innocence radiates from her large doe eyes and her sweet, angelic face, which had the people of the Capitol enthralled with her, despite her slim chances of survival. Many individuals in her district frequently observe her physical attractiveness and note her striking similarity to her mother. However, they often remark that she should smile more.

✧ Personality

Despite never having the opportunity to attend school, Falin possesses remarkable abilities as a self-taught child who has managed to acquire skills in reading, writing, and basic mathematics, with a little support from a sweet older woman who caught Falin flipping through a book at her market stall. For someone her age, she possesses an exceptional level of awareness regarding her environment and possesses the refined skill to understand the atmosphere of the room she is in. Falin has become accustomed to tiptoeing around her mother due to her hostile behavior, which has helped to develop this ability, even though she is still puzzled about the underlying cause for such ill-treatment. As a consequence of this situation, she has developed a strong sense of self-reliance and autonomy. In the presence of others, she can comfortably embrace her relaxed and inquisitive nature, just as any child should be free to do. Falin prefers to keep her home life private, as she is concerned about others forming negative opinions about her family.

✧ Abilities

Charisma - Her irresistible charm is a significant advantage for her. The people of the Capitol have a profound love for her, and she frequently receives support from sponsors in the form of food and fresh water. Because of her difficult relationship with her mother, Falin is a natural people-pleaser who knows exactly what to say to achieve merits. She knows she's cute. She knows she has little chance of surviving. But she knows with a positive attitude, she can entertain the audience, even if it's just for a little while. During the training sessions, she takes advantage of her childish inquisitiveness to learn as much as possible from the other tributes.

Intelligence - From a young age, Falin has been a fast learner. Her mind works quickly, and her body, swiftly. She's been treading carefully from the moment she could walk so you can bet that she is probably a step or two ahead of you already, definitely mentally if not physically.

Opportunist - Falin's small size is advantageous for her as well. Whilst she doesn't possess much physical strength, Falin is fast, agile, and patient. She is also of diminutive size, enabling her to effortlessly enter narrow crevices and transform them into momentary shelters. In addition, Falin has previous experience and expertise in constructing shelters by utilizing various natural materials such as leaves and branches.

Sharpshooter - Falin's abilities with a slingshot are exceptional, as she can accurately shoot at both still and moving targets with great precision. Her ability to see and accurately hit her targets, even from afar, is astonishing due to her exceptional eyesight. In the event that her position is compromised, she will utilize her shots as a distraction in order to divert the attention of her target.

✧ Weaknesses

Hunting - Besides picking off rats back home, Falin has no experience hunting or preparing a kill, making it more challenging to sustain herself. Occasionally, Falin can strike a bird using her slingshot, but that typically results in her location being exposed, due to spooking other birds nearby.

Emotionally Immature - At the end of the day, Falin is still 12 years old and a pawn in a brutal game. Although she usually seems composed during her time in the Capitol, there are times when Falin can be seen unable to keep all of her emotions contained. The horrors only become real as she watches bloodshed right before her eyes.

Physical Strength - With her small build and a lack of combat abilities, Falin is left with very few options to defend herself, should she find herself engaged in hand-to-hand/close-ranged combat. She has mediocre free-climbing abilities and is a weak swimmer.

✧ Etymology

Pronounced 'Fah'-'Lin', her forename is a masculine variant of the name 'Feline' which is a Latin name meaning "cat-like", but also translates to "Secret", or more commonly "My Secret". Falin's surname 'Barnes' is a name denoted to a person who worked or lived in a barn. The word 'barn' is derived from Old English bere "barley" and ærn "dwelling".

[ The Hunger Games ]

! actions and events may vary, depending on the roleplay !

✧ The Reaping

Falin Barnes. It was her first ever reaping; Her mother had 'persuaded' her to sign up for the maximum tesserae (8) as it was "unlikely she'd be picked for her first reaping". It had taken her a second to realize that her name had been announced. There had been complete silence until her name was called a second time. After acknowledging that she was not hearing things, she lifted her head towards the stage. In her peripherals, she could see the girls surrounding her, staring her way. Falin didn't have a word to describe what she was feeling at the moment. As those around her shuffled about, creating a pathway, Falin made her way to the stage mindlessly. With no female siblings - nor friends - Falin knew there was no way anyone would volunteer to take her place. From the stage, she could just about pick out her siblings from the crowd. Fear, shock, and anger painted their faces. She could see her father pull his wife close in a protective embrace. On the other hand, her mother's face was completely void of emotion.

She is visited by her oldest brother before leaving for the Capitol. To see someone that she knew to be so free and easy cry for the first time brought an ache to her heart. Falin only managed a momentary look at his puffy eyes before being engulfed in a crushing embrace. All he could do was apologize, rambling on about how he should have volunteered so that she would have at least had some protection. Falin soothed him that it was fine, and not to worry, because at least they'd be looked after with her tesserae. That's when she felt him freeze. Slowly, he pulled away from his sister with a puzzled look on his face. Falin continued to explain that their mother told her that they [her brothers] all took the maximum tesserae and that it was only fair if she did too. He appeared to stop breathing. His eyes turned dark. As it was time for him to leave, he crouched down eye to eye with Falin, taking her small hand and handing her a token: a pressed bookmark made with wildflowers and exactly 5 stems of wheat. He made a final promise to take care of everyone. Placing a kiss on her hand, he stands and leaves without looking back.

✧ The Parade

Falin’s hazel eyes were wide with awe as she rode the chariot during the Tribute Parade. It had been her first time seeing the Capitol in person and how lively and different it was, compared to her home in District 9, was a shock to her. Her assigned stylist had dressed her, simply, in a flowing white gown, adorning her head with a crown woven from sheaves of wheat. Brandishing a torch in one hand, she waves to the crowd with the other. Later in her interview, she discloses that "Demeter," a goddess of bread, grain, and agriculture, served as inspiration for her stylist.

✧ Training Center

It was likely that Falin entered as the least prepared tribute of the year. Yet, she knew better than to let the opportunity go to waste. If she did not try, her chance of success would be zero. But, if she did, her chances may be low but they'd certainly be better than zero. Falin spent her training days wisely, focusing on the survival skill stations as she felt it was too late to attempt to become proficient at offensive skills. She did not completely ignore them, however, observing the other tributes closely and asking questions in order to gain valuable knowledge. Falin would participate if invited by the other tributes, often entertaining their egos.

Midway through the training sessions, something in Falin clicked. As she advanced through the stations, she realized that a lot of these skills came to her naturally, meaning she could have a chance. Being from District 9, living surrounded by fields and nature, Falin scored fairly highly on the test at the edible plants station. It wasn't too surprising to her that she found her way around knot-tying or hammock-making with ease, also. Shelter making was a station she just found to be enjoyable, each moment reminding her of home and making dens in the woods with her brothers. So whilst her shelters weren't the most sound in terms of stability, it would be enough to keep her covered for a night to rest. She even managed to impress some of the more established tributes by conquering the gauntlets and ropes course with cat-like balance and agility. Falin showed weakness when it came to using weaponry, deciding to completely dodge the axes and swords, and after debating with herself, the spears and tridents, also, as they would be much too big and inconvenient for her to carry.

During her private session, Falin managed to score a 6, showcasing her abilities with a slingshot that she had decided to keep undisclosed from the other tributes in their group sessions.

✧ Interview

Her interview was the first time the people of the Capitol got to meet Falin. Inside, she could feel the anxiety bubbling. But, masking her emotions was one thing that Falin could say she had years of practice of. Falin stepped onto the stage with the confidence of a District 1 tribute. with a radiant smile on her face, she greeted the audience with an adorable little double-handed wave. Falin modeled a bridal-like, knee-length white dress with floral lace accents on the skirt's hem and shoulder straps. Her hair - styled in much more defined curls than usual - was adorned with a simple, yet beautiful tiara, embellished with tiny diamonds that glittered in the spotlights. In that moment, Falin was the embodiment of purity. An angel. The most beautiful bride... if she survived the games. She sits and answers the questions fired at her honestly, with just the right amount of sanguinity, spirit, and sorrow, to stir up sympathy within the crowd.

✧ Sponsorships

Sponsorships are an important aid for Falin's survival in the games and, despite her average training score, she does not struggle in acquiring them. From fresh water to candy, and even a book, Falin is able to wait out the first couple of days of the game with ease. However, whilst some of her gifts are out of genuine adoration for her, others are sent to purposely prolong the young tribute's survival to keep the game engaging, dangling hope in the face of her District.

✧ The Arena

On the day of the games, Falin is dressed by her stylist in her arena uniform. However, whilst waiting to enter the arena, it's noticed that Falin suddenly appears less like herself and is lost deep in thought. For the first time, she opens up about her family, but more specifically her relationship with her mother, admitting that she misses them and, despite how her mother treated her, she loves them all unconditionally. Falin states that if she somehow manages to win the games, she hopes that her mother can forgive her for whatever she did for her to hate her. As her platform rises into the arena, Falin steels herself for whatever is about to come.

✧ The Cornucopia Bloodbath

Frozen in fear, Falin doesn't immediately jump from her stand. Watching with wide eyes as many tributes rush toward the center of the cornucopia, fighting over backpacks of loot. Whilst a group of tributes appeared preoccupied, slashing at each other with their newfound weapons, Falin took the opportunity to snatch a nearby backpack that had seemingly been overlooked due to its small size. As quick as her feet were able to carry her, she darts to take cover in a wooded area of the arena. Several cannons sound not too long after. Exhausted from running, Falin takes refuge inside a large hollow tree trunk to rest.

✧ Stratagies

Falin relies a lot on luck and sponsors, throughout the early games, after taking a weaponless pack from the cornucopia. But, it's when she receives a familiar slingshot from one package that fuels her to take action. Having a lot of desirables in her possession, Falin decided that she would use them to her advantage. Utilizing the skills she had learned at the training stations, Falin constructed booby-trapped campsites, where she would lay in waiting not too far away, to slowly pick off wandering tributes. Like a game of cat and mouse: Vermin can't seem to help themselves once they set their sights on unsupervised grain.

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✧ In Magical AUs

On the outside, Falin looks like an average kid. Yet, true to her name, Falin harnesses incredible cat-like abilities. Like a refined hunter, she has an attuned sense of smell, exceptional hearing, and an ability to lock in her focus on moving objects at a distance. The hairs across her body act similarly to whiskers, sensing movement by picking up on even the slightest changes in the airflow. Falin also has insane levels of flexibility, balance, and agility. Whilst she does not have retractable claws, her nails are stronger than the average human's, and her canine teeth are more pronounced. However, her most impressive skill would be having the ability to jump from heights and safely land on her feet without discomfort.

In this AU, Falin would use steel claw gauntlets, rather than a slingshot, and would be slightly stronger physically.

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Posted: Thu, 18/01/2024 16:18 (2 Months ago)

For the sake of my sanity, I've decided to postpone the roleplay for now - aiming to release at the end of the month.

I'll continue working on it when I have free time; however, with work, projects, and life in general, it's really stressing me atm c':

Any and all roles will remain reserved for those claimed.

Sign-ups will remain open, but minor changes to the roleplay itself may be made.

I'll be sure to update as, when, and if the above happens, as well as when the roleplay thread is released for those still interested.

Apologies for any inconveniences ;-; !

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	Res is fine; let me know when you're finished with forms ! I can certainly make a group chat if that's what people would like ! I'm hoping the rp won't take me long to throw up; however, I've been busier than expected irl c': But I have free time today, so it's on my to-do list ! [Read more]

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Posted: Mon, 08/01/2024 16:07 (3 Months ago)

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Hello ! Firstly, please do not feel discouraged about this massive wall of text -

I see you're fairly new to PH, and so while I'm typically able to pick through users' forum posts to see examples of their RPing abilities, I cannot with you ^^" If it's possible that you could send me a sample of your writing - via PM is fine - it would be much appreciated !

But, besides the minimal detail of your form - which I'll excuse if an acceptable writing sample can be provided - my only other issue with your form would be your character's role. Mainly the fact that I don't understand why the studio would want to sabotage their reputation by hiring a secret reporter to get dirt on their own models. I fully believe that in an industry like this, agencies are generally 100% aware of the shadier things going on behind the scenes; however, their only concern is usually getting their models seen and making money from their popularity. Hence why I don't see having a secret reporter as necessary. At least, not by Illusion Studios.

I think an easy fix could be, for example:

"Becoming a world-renowned reporter had always been the dream, for this character (Lillian). However, after being let go from several jobs in the past, due to "unsatisfactory work", Lillian seemingly found themselves at a dead end. Despite all their hard work. Why them? Confused, angry, and fueled by jealousy, they decide to take matters into their own hands. When Lillian saw that a currently popular subject of the news was about a modeling agency (Illusion Studios), they knew there was bound to be some dirt to be dug. Lillian makes it their mission to seek out the scoops themselves, willing to do whatever it took to get the recognision that they believed they deserved. From following them to their every shoot, to stalking them online, and in person as the models go about their daily lives. An obsession.

However, the deeper down the rabbit hole they go, the darker it gets. And, from there, Lillian must decide whether (or not) this web of lies they are helping to create is worth the fame."

I've kept the 'jealous reporter' aspect, the only differece would really be that you're character would be more of a independant reporter x private investigator, as you also said they like to work alone. I can see them being very nosy, creepy-ish even. They either ask a lot of questions or they watch your every move, without saying a word. They'd keep very close, yet distant at the same time, in a "you don't know me, but I know everything about you" kinda way. They're always in plain sight, yet everyone thinks they're irrelevant, which only infuriates them more as Lillian's whole thing is wanting to be recognised??

Hope this suggestion helps !

(I mean, if you decided you wanted to team up and bring down the studio together, I could also see this character working well with the (darker route) suggestion given here, and even Everglades's character.)

I should have everyone else's character's linked to the main page shortly - please let me know of any completed/new character sheets !

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Posted: Fri, 05/01/2024 14:10 (3 Months ago)

*sleepy waves*

i've added everyone with character sheets and wips to the main page ♥

as for the role of Wrath, i'll have to give it to @Interna_Chaotica for reserving first

@therealkendo, if you would still like to participate in the rp, i'm open to giving you a 'side' role

an idea: a live-in photographer/editor whose job is to capture the natural/casual side of the models' lives.

as the good/friendly route: you're able to get close to all of the models, perhaps even sparking some romance yourself.

or an alternative/darker route: you're sick of seeing the models get, basically, worshiped by the public, despite their behavior behind the lens. You feel used by the Studio, and you decide to make it your goal to out each and every one of the models by anonymously posting precarious images online.

i'm open to other 'side' character ideas, however !

thank you all so much for the interest ♥

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