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andrea~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Fri, 27/12/2024 14:23 (6 Months ago) |
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Rows of long, stainless steel tables are arranged neatly, each accompanied by hard plastic chairs that seem to echo with the absence of laughter. The tables are devoid of any personal touches—no colorful tablecloths or cheerful decorations. A large serving counter stretches along one side, its surface gleaming but cold, with an array of metal trays stacked neatly in preparation for meal service. On the walls hang large, framed photographs of smiling children from years past—faces that seem to watch over the space with a haunting familiarity. They seem too happy, their smiles eerily wide. Their cheery expressions contrast sharply with the emptiness of the room, leaving behind an unsettling feeling. The counter is full of the usual food. Toasted bread left out for too long, hard boiled eggs that seem just barely edible, porridge that clumps and smells odd, and bacon so oily and salty the taste would linger for days. And at the end of it all, neat rows of medication in little packets, the daily vitamin for the morning meal. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Fri, 27/12/2024 02:26 (6 Months ago) |
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Hua shuffles over to the group “We should go for breakfast before Madam comes for all our heads. Whatever troubles can be solved later during rest time. We have five minutes, no?” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Wed, 25/12/2024 13:52 (6 Months ago) |
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Within these walls, the youth who have been cast aside by society find refuge. They are the forgotten ones—children without connections, without families to search for them when they vanish into the night. Each child is a ‘lost cause’, taken, and forgotten. The Institute is their sanctuary, a place where they are sheltered from the world. Rules must be strictly adhered to- not a toe out of line. Eyes are watching, there is nowhere you can hide. As night falls, the atmosphere shifts. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows that dance along the walls, creating an unsettling ambiance. Whispers drift through the corridors, tales of those who came before—lost boys and girls who wandered too far. The staff, clad in somber uniforms, move like phantoms, their faces obscured by an air of mystery. They are guardians and wardens alike, tasked with caring for these fragile souls. For all children are fragile, they must be protected. Don’t wander too far, lest your breath be cut short.## The Ritual of Connection Each evening, a ritual unfolds in the dimly lit common room. The children gather around a flickering fire, its warmth contrasting with the chill that seeps into their bones. They share stories—some filled with laughter, others heavy with sorrow—each word a thread weaving them closer together in their shared isolation. In this moment, they are not alone; they are a family forged in adversity, bound by their collective pain. When a naughty child is detected, they are taken away. No one remembers them, for they are taught to condemn such unruly behavior. And when they return, these children are obedient. Pliant and well-mannered, an empty look in their eyes Yet, beneath this fragile camaraderie lies an underlying tension. The Institute is not merely a refuge; it is a labyrinthine maze where shadows lurk just beyond sight. There are whispers of those who have tried to escape—only to be drawn back into the fold by unseen forces. The walls seem to breathe with life, watching and waiting as if they hold secrets that should never be uncovered. As dawn approaches and light seeps through the grimy windows, uncertainty hangs in the air like a thick fog. You will not find solace here. At Angel Institute, hope flickers like a candle in the wind. “All students to report to the cafeteria please!” Madam Isla’s simpering, sing-song voice rings out through the broken intercoms. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the- Ha. You wish. The dirty windows blocked most light from passing through, the ceiling lights occasionally flickering, as mice and all sorts of creepy-crawlers scuttled around under rotting floorboards. Time for breakfast! [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Wed, 25/12/2024 13:32 (6 Months ago) |
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Feng Xiaojie | Resplendent Flautist | 24 | 15th February Personality: Personality Type: [Optional.] Description: [Short summary, link to an image, or picrew here.] []Height: []Weight: []Skin Tone: []Hair Style: []Hair Colour: []Eye Colour: []Clothes: []Accessories: []Other: Instrument(s): Bamboo Flute (Dizi), Guzheng Type of Magic: [Summoning, Elemental, White, or Black. Put N/A if magicless. Keep in mind your character won't unlock magic until later in the plot.] History: Sexuality: Voice Claim: [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Fri, 06/12/2024 12:46 (7 Months ago) |
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@Rinne maybe tone down your power a bit/give it more limitations. otherwise; accepted. @Mew, accepted! [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Sun, 01/12/2024 08:54 (7 Months ago) |
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Gender: Female Age: 15 Birthday: 20/2 Powers: Sleepytime She can cause anyone to fall asleep with a special incantation, the duration of which can be set by a curious little pocket watch in her possession. Choo! Choo! Summons a train that can travel slightly faster than one can run, fit for five people. It cannot pass through solid objects. Strengths & Weakness: Personality: Hua is calm and introspective, enjoying exploring complex ideas and concepts, often spending time in their own thoughts, puzzling over how things work or why things are the way they are. They have a natural curiosity and love to analyze, but they’re also very easygoing and tend to avoid conflict. They’re the kind of person who seeks harmony in their surroundings, preferring peaceful interactions over heated debates. Even though they have strong thoughts and opinions, they don’t always feel the need to share them unless they trust that it won’t disrupt the balance of the situation. They’re more likely to listen and adapt rather than push their own agenda. At their best, they are open-minded and flexible, able to see multiple sides of an issue and find solutions that work for everyone. They value independence and often work best on their own, at their own pace. While they may appear reserved or detached, they have a quiet depth and a rich inner world that fuels their ideas and understanding of the world. Hua brings a sense of calm to a room and offers thoughtful insights when asked, but they’re also happy to blend into the background and let others take the spotlight. Their natural desire for peace and their love of learning make them both a steady presence and a fascinating person overall. Personality Type: INTP The Logician | Type 9 The Peacemaker Description:   []Height: 151cm []Weight: 48kg []Skin Tone: cream []Hair Style: short. with bangs. []Hair Colour: black []Eye Colour: dull purple []Clothes: see above []Accessories: a scarf, small gold earrings and two gold bangles History: There was once her pocket watch was stolen. Taken from Hua, the little pocket watch grew short spindly legs and scuttled back to her, where it became inanimate again. The watch only ever works for Hua, but if she is without it when casting someone into a deep sleep, said rest will only last for half an hour Sexuality: demiromantic asexual also bump @you guys finish your form [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Sat, 30/11/2024 02:54 (7 Months ago) |
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“Cheers.” She drinks a little herself, savoring the unique flavor of the wine. Otto was indeed a master of his craft- whether it be the wine being his creation, or simply his taste in picking out a good bottle. “I hope you’ll agree with me, that this wine tastes significantly better than the refreshments the host has served? My compliments to the lad who served it.” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 11:36 (7 Months ago) |
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She found herself beside Ldeya, who seemed to also have drunk of the wine Otto had so graciously offered. “Care for some more?” She offers, procuring the full bottle which she had taken prior. “It tastes lovely, I’m sure. I personally quite enjoyed it.” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 10:06 (7 Months ago) |
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"Would Milady require anything else? The lethargy should soon fade, but consider this one at your disposal as you recover." Looking up at the Iciolan, she offers a brief, but grateful smile “There is no need. I can rejuvenate myself quite easily” Misako shuts her eyes, focusing on the knot of emotions within, drawing some out, before her face regains its lively expression once more. Being an Empath had many perks. Especially when she could draw on the mirth of the crowd, like an endless supply of energy. “You must be the Lily of the Valley. The servant of the great Romanian vampire, yes? Thank you.” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 06:27 (7 Months ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 06:06 (7 Months ago) |
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But rational Misako also really wasn’t in the mood for murder. And so, the only option remained clear. With whatever control she had left, she reached out for the unnatural, grotesque, yellow eyes beast. She didn’t know much, but she did understand that it would help dissipate her bloodlust. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 00:31 (7 Months ago) |
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”Forgive the insolence, but this one humbly requests if Milady requires any assistance.” The voice was sweet and well spoken, with an air of politeness around it. Misako assumed it would be some sort of servant. She forced herself to look up, and spotted Iciolan looking back at her. Looking at his plain mask, then to the abundance of lily of the valley flowers, Misako made the connection through the hazy fog in her mind that this was the famous servant of the even more famous Romanian vampire. Oh, how badly she desired to sink her nails into smooth flesh, to paint that ivory in a beautiful etching of her nightmarish symphonies. With a mind only somewhat her own, she locked eyes with the Iciolan and flashed him a disconcerting smile, from under the cracked porcelain of her bunny mask. Wherever Misako was, was not quite in the room she was physically in. “Some assistance would be nice indeed.” Her words were strained, and spoken from faraway [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Thu, 28/11/2024 14:42 (7 Months ago) |
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Suppresion wasn’t a good tactic- if any of the previous incidents had been any indication. It had only led to the painting of vermillion on snow. Especially not for Misako…who had on countless occasions woken up to find her entire palace of visitors lying still at the bottom of the cliffside. Presumably driven to their own mad delusions inflicted by Misako’s abilities. Her head pounded, like a caged animal desperate to get free, slamming against the walls of her cranium. Misako stumbled into a private room, away from the bustle of the party. It simply wouldn’t do to massacre the entire lot of them. Not when she was so unstable. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 09:30 (7 Months ago) |
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Misako’s hand reached out, clasping around a full and unopened bottle. With a quick bow to Otto and a polite smile, she weaves her way back into the crowd Four times it rang, loud and clear, cerise droplets like rain from above. Pretty white fur stained sanguine, flames burst forth from the dragon’s belly [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 06:34 (7 Months ago) |
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Taking a sip, she let out a pleased hum- or was it thoughtful contemplation? Hard to tell, given that Misako’s gaze remained blank and enigmatic. “You should drink some, yourself.” Misako remarked, staring pointedly, now, at Otto. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 03:44 (7 Months ago) |
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Misako steps forward, her heels clacking sharply against the hardwood floor. Unfeeling and empty grey eyes stared at Otto from behind the mask of a bunny, yet the voice that spoke was warm and gentle. Leaning against a nearby pillar, she gazes around at the crowd that had gathered “It is rare I find hospitable and well mannered nobility. Ever rarer that they offer up the finest of drinks— as you have so kindly done” Misako offers Otto a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and she dug through her pockets to pull out a small pocketknife, which she presents to Otto as a gift. “A token of appreciation. I can tell this is fine wine.” [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Wed, 27/11/2024 03:18 (7 Months ago) |
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comfy, accepted [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 06:54 (7 Months ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 06:29 (7 Months ago) |
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In the heart of a forgotten city, shrouded in perpetual twilight, stands the Angel Institute—a crumbling edifice that looms like a specter over the desolate streets. Its once-grand façade, now marred by decay, whispers of a past filled with hope that has long since faded into darkness. Here, the air is thick with secrets, and the echoes of lost souls resonate through the empty halls. The fence is tall and foreboding, the gate padlocked by thick iron chains. This home has few windows- all of which barred. Within these walls, the youth who have been cast aside by society find refuge. They are the forgotten ones—children without connections, without families to search for them when they vanish into the night. Each child is a ‘lost cause’, taken, and forgotten. The Institute is their sanctuary, a place where they are sheltered from the world. Rules must be strictly adhered to- not a toe out of line. Eyes are watching, there is nowhere you can hide. As night falls, the atmosphere shifts. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows that dance along the walls, creating an unsettling ambiance. Whispers drift through the corridors, tales of those who came before—lost boys and girls who wandered too far. The staff, clad in somber uniforms, move like phantoms, their faces obscured by an air of mystery. They are guardians and wardens alike, tasked with caring for these fragile souls. For all children are fragile, they must be protected. Don’t wander too far, lest your breath be cut short.## The Ritual of Connection Each evening, a ritual unfolds in the dimly lit common room. The children gather around a flickering fire, its warmth contrasting with the chill that seeps into their bones. They share stories—some filled with laughter, others heavy with sorrow—each word a thread weaving them closer together in their shared isolation. In this moment, they are not alone; they are a family forged in adversity, bound by their collective pain. When a naughty child is detected, they are taken away. No one remembers them, for they are taught to condemn such unruly behavior. And when they return, these children are obedient. Pliant and well-mannered, an empty look in their eyes Yet, beneath this fragile camaraderie lies an underlying tension. The Institute is not merely a refuge; it is a labyrinthine maze where shadows lurk just beyond sight. There are whispers of those who have tried to escape—only to be drawn back into the fold by unseen forces. The walls seem to breathe with life, watching and waiting as if they hold secrets that should never be uncovered. As dawn approaches and light seeps through the grimy windows, uncertainty hangs in the air like a thick fog. You will not find solace here. At Angel Institute, hope flickers like a candle in the wind. ˚₊‧꒰ა 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 1. Don’t go anywhere without Miss Isla’s permission. 2. Don’t be rude. 3. Don’t ask questions. 4. Don’t break curfew. 5. Don’t eat anything not prepared by staff. 6. Don’t listen to the voices. 7. Don’t use your abilities. 8. Don’t struggle. 9. Don’t run. 10. Don’t. Rules:  Show
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1. All PH rules apply. 2. Character abilities must be balanced and work in a logical manner. This includes their powers, physical and mental skills. 3. Character movement and knowledge must be justified by sufficient evidence and reasoning, instead of simply knowing everything about the plot. 4. This is a semi-lit roleplay, this will require writing in in decent sized paragraphs, and I may ask for an example of a previous post if I haven't roleplayed with you before. 5. Be respectful towards all roleplayers, regardless of your character interactions with them. 6. Please use appropriate trigger warnings for both the actions and language of your character. 7. There is a chance for character death and more sensitive topics to be discussed. 8. There will be a plot moving throughout the roleplay. Suggestions are always welcome, feel free to reach out through Palpad, but unless approved, please follow and participate in the original plot. 9. I reserve the right to reject your characters and/or remove them from the story should any rules be broken, or if loopholes are exploited. 10. Characters must be under 18 Form: Show
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Name: Gender: Age: Birthday: Powers: Strengths & Weakness: Personality: Personality Type: [Optional.] Description: [Short summary, link to an image, or picrew here.] []Height: []Weight: []Skin Tone: []Hair Style: []Hair Colour: []Eye Colour: []Clothes: []Accessories: []Other: History: Sexuality: Voice Claim: Palpad? NPCs: Show
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Madam Isla Headmistress of Angel Institute. She oversees all matters regarding the children. No one enters her office. Except the naughty ones. Nurse Lisa Any ouchies or booboos are overseen by her. She is in charge of any medical issues, and prescribes vitamins to all the kids. Teacher Alsi Handles any and all lessons held within the premises. It’s less arithmetic and more of etiquette. [Read more] |
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andrea~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 57 |
Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 05:54 (7 Months ago) |
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Huixin looks at Enki. The little creature seemed quite adorable. “So….what’s next on our list, Enki?” She squeezes Ophelia’s hand reassuringly, as she waits further instruction [Read more] |