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Comfygazing OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 767  |
Posted: Wed, 23/07/2025 01:18 (9 Days ago) |
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[Blithe Dazzlusion] [" Friends, Foes, and those who've yet ta decide, delight yer eyes 'pon 'llusionary's finest acts! "] ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━  [ 30 | Fae/Faer, He/Him | Warlock - Archfey | Cthonic Teifling | °^° | CV: Ueda Keisuke ] ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ ─ Personality : ISTJ - Logistician | 6w5 - Guardian Perpetual holder of the braincell, Blithe always strived to keep a cool head and rational worldview. Survival is always faer first priority, everything else comes before that. Who fae has to kick down in order for fae to climb up is of no consequences, but Blithe is very willing to play nice with others. Having grown up in an environment of trickery and delight, Blithe considers laughter to be a very very valuable currency. Stemming from these years and years of experiences, faer has become quite well versed in reading people and has a knack for directing others into the skills that best suit them. At times though, fae can loose sight of the bigger picture, much too focused on certain details which can make fae quite overbearing. In some situations such as back when fae were managing the circus, this becomes an asset but when working with other creatures it becomes more a detriment than anything that could help. Faer quite frugal, never willing to spend more than necessary and hoarding as much wealth as possible both in currency and in relationships. This cements fae as a staunchly loyal companion who, even if proven to be detrimental, will still hold on to any connection fae can. ─ Appearance : An almost middle aged teifling with pale purple skin, Blithe is quite small for faer age, only about 120cm (4 ft). Fae sport fluffed up and slightly wavey light blue hair pulled into a low ponytail with blue scelera filling up the entirety of faer eyes leaving only goat like pupils that are hidden behind purple tinted glasses. These glasses don't hide the gnarled burn scars that crawl across faer face and down faer neck, suggesting that they are much more extensive than what can be seen by the naked eye. Fae sport more goat like features, with curling indigo horns and fluffy ears, a fur tipped tail whipping behind faer, sharp teeth poking out from thin lips. Fae enjoy acessoring, often swapping our faer earrings and septum piercing depending on faer mood. Stage makeup is also a staple of faer wardrobe, red eye paint covering over infernal markings and an ugly scar between faer eyes. Clothes befitting of a circus performer barely fit within an admittedly small wardrobe, full of articles that conceal any somatic casting fae may do, all ostentatiously patterned. Faer forearm crutches are equally decorated, blending in with billowing cloaks and ponchos yet sturdy enough to carry faer weight. ─ Backstory : Once, there was a travelling circus, who offered a world beyond the imagination. A world of high flying genasi, dragonborn who could tame even the fiercest of beasts, halflings who juggled fire while being juggled in turn by a firbolg, and at the center of it all, a teifling pulling every string. They say that the teifling is well learned, always found in bookshops in the cities that become the temporary home of the travelling circus, but they also say that there is darkness, lurking behind that beguiling smile. For you see, people have always gone missing as the circus goes on its merry way, children, elderly, even royalty isn't spared from the trail that the Dazzling Illusion Circus leaves in its wake. Blithe knew of the feywilds, it had come up in faer quest for knowledge, spells, and party tricks which would cement faer as one of the first string acts of the circus. But more importantly, it was plastered everywhere ever since fae accepted the chance to have a roof over faer head and the chance to be more than just a half-drowned lizard in some backwater town. The Fey who managed the circus spoke of it with yearning in their voices and hope in their chests. It was home to them, the circus simply an adventure to set off on and abandon once the fun had been had. Blithe didn't mind that fact, not much. Fae always knew that the moment the Fey grew tired of this jaunt of theirs, Blithe would be the one taking over a circus always on the brink of collapse. This was only bolstered by the name the Fey gave faer when fae first joined, that even in the mortal plane, fae would always carry their blessings so thus Blithe prepared heavily with this inevitability in mind. Inevitability is a funny thing. Inevitability could be growing old, inheriting what faer parents had promised, leaving behind a legacy for others to carry. But for Blithe, inevitability came in the form of being pinned under a burning beam, as the rest of faer life crumbles to ash around fae. The Dazzling Illusion Circus would be set aflame one summer night, every troupe member trapped within their tents as everything they had worked to accomplished curled under the smoke. Stuck as fae were, Blithe could only beg the Fey who had not yet left to save something, someone, anything. And as if answering such a wish, Blithe was accepted into an Archfey pact as those who raised faer only found one thing worth saving. ─ Stats : [ str - 0 | dex - 0 | con - 1 | int - 1 | wis - 3 | cha - 5] Additional Information : Faer seeking out the Witchlight Carnival in the Feywilds, be it to join them or something else is something that Blithe hasn't decided yet either. Perhaps faer only looking for something familiar [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 05/07/2025 07:19 (27 Days ago) |
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[Name] RuoXi [若汐] [Age] 26 [Gender/Sexuality] Agender [It/He] | Queer [Personality] INFP - The Mediator | 6w7 - The Confidant There's an almost frightening duality to RuoXi. On one hand, it is the perfect weapon; silent, obedient, efficient, and best of all unquestioning. It carries out tasks quietly and quickly, always working to do the most in the least amount of time. There is barely any emotion on its face during these times aside from apathy, cold indifference facing the horrors it commits. Orders are the only thing that move it, its Viè's voice the one thing it heeds. It does not take initiative, act on its own, or even speak, content to stay by its Viè's side, never complaining about its place at the bottom. Truly, the model tool On the other hand, RuoXi is kind. Kind enough to remember the names of each Âmes who he interacts with, their hopes and dreams, their names and wills. He holds kindness in his actions, taking care of any new capture and gently easing them into the gilded cage they have found themselves in, very rarely holding any grudges while voluntarily taking the fall each time. There's just an aura around him that makes people feel safe in his presence, as if they could talk about anything and he'd listen wholeheartedly to whatever you had to share. RuoXi can be as playful as a cat, always fooling around and giving the heavy atmosphere the light it needs. Whenever he throws his head back, his sunny laughter bounce off the concrete walls and lifts people's spirits. He is a breath of fresh air and sunshine dancing across the floors. He is joy and he is hope. But perhaps the most damning of all is RuoXi's [Description] RuoXi is a relatively unassuming person of Asian decent, standing at a respectable 176 cm (5'9) with long black hair. Perhaps the only striking features it has are the high cheekbones, a jawline sharp enough to slice through flesh, and odd eyes eyes narrowed as a cat's eyes would, but all those fade to the background whenever RuoXi smiles, everything seeming trivial when faced with a sunshine dimpled grin. It has broad shoulders but a deceptively tiny waist, its body built from years of training and malnutrition. While blending in with society and humans as a whole, RuoXi is a fan of oversized sweaters and jumpers tucked into waist cinching jeans or leather pants. It always covers his skin, leaving the evidence of the past hidden under layers of cloth [Reference Image] [Role] Âmes [Transformation] A fragile looking GuanDao that's much heavier than it looks [Affiliation] Rogue [Backstory] Once, RuoXi had a name that his parents gave him. What that name was, he no longer remembers but what good is a name when there is no one to call for him? RuoXi was, all things considered, a normal boy. Born into a normal family in a normal neighbourhood as normal litter of three on a normal summers day, RuoXi was the runt of the family and was always a frail kitten. Despite being an Âmes, his true abilities lie in the possibility of building a wildly destructive body, and with the laughable amount of nutrition he received, such potential was simply scoffed at. He wasn't bullied but he certainly wasn't strong enough to aid in hunting for scraps or earn any money. It didn't help that he got sick easily, an extra mouth to feed without any clear use for the family. And when the mental toll of the loneliness and death which trailed after him like a second shadow swallowed it whole, frail limbs lashing out, no one stepped in. So when RuoXi was snatched off the streets by those who sought to purify it's soul, what else was it to do? They saved it after all. [Powers] RuoXi's cattish nature is reflected in its powers, with exceptional balance, increased night vision, heightened senses, and an uncanny ability to sense danger though this stays as a gut feeling and not as an actual manifested power. It also has incredible leg muscles, able to leap much like a cat if it angles his body properly and is generally much faster that average. Its muscle density in general is much heavier than the average Âmes but has nothing special to it. RuoXi simply has the ability to build more muscle even if its rail thin figure doesn't belay it. Despite its high pain tolerance and seemingly unbreakable smile, the moment it's threshold is exceeded, it becomes surprisingly easy to break it as even the strongest of mountains crumble if enough has been hacked away. It is also very dependent on others, viewing itself as nothing more than a tool for others to use. [Other] It thinks the Lightchasers are kind of silly for trying to fix something that was never broken in the first place. But if its Viè were to ever join their cause maybe that line of thinking may change [PalPad?] [Y/N] "Don't bother coming along if you don't have what it takes. You'll only trip under my wheel~ " [Name] Liu LeQi [刘乐琪] [Age] 19 [Gender/Sexuality] Female [She/Her] | Biromantic Asexual [Personality] Out in public, LeQi is a quite woman who values silence as much as she values the finer things in life. Dripping with finery in public appearances yet not speaking a word, LeQi has curated an image of a enigmatic strategist, her written word more powerful than the silence always blanketing her. There's an air of delicacy to her, like an iron wrought fence that could bend if you put just the right amount of pressure. Her cool indifference towards her peers has earned her a reputation of callus contempt of her betters. Certainly, she is quite the decisive figure in high society, some seeing her as an asset to use in furthering wealth while others spot only a danger who should be removed from the game But left in the presence of only a wandering cat and herself, LeQi is much more down to earth but also quite a bit louder than her public self. Reading aloud in an empty room, humming when strolling through the gardens, conversing with portraits of long gone figures, silence is a rarity in LeQi's private life. But even away from unwanted eyes, she refuses to rest. There is always the next lesson to learn and the next target to acquire. [Description] A young woman with unremarkable average looks. Her tanned complexion is pale compared to others, pasty and chalky while coarse brown hair is left to grow on its own. It's only by the grace of her servants that she is well dressed, a pop of red in both ribbons and under pale green eyes help sprinkle in a little colour, golden glasses framing it all into a royal package. Her public appearances are always accompanied by a manual wheelchair and thus, her clothes reflect this. A majority of LeQi's wardrobe is full of shirts with cuffs buttoned close to her wrists, dresses that won't drag behind her, all of them made of the finest quality fabric that her family can afford. [Reference Image] [Role] Viè [Affiliation] Rogue [Backstory] Born the only heir to the Liu legacy, LeQi knew of the immense pressure put on her shoulders from a young age. Embroiled in the political machinations of her family, LeQi was thrust into the spotlight when her status as a Viè became clear as she started her lessons. Remarkable intellect quickly followed by a hasty visit to a private healers meant that when she was only 4, her name was already being whispered and her family's efforts to save any poor Âmes they could reaching desperate heights. One year later, she was introduced to one such person, a scrappy young child, much too small for anyone older than she, and was told that this was an Âmes in need of purification. And so, the first thing she did was name it. Her life didn't suddenly become better with an Âmes by her side, if anything the whispers grew louder. As she broke her body again and again, never quite catching up to her mind, as more and more she had to rely on the tools given to her, the more she realized that the system in which she could still breathe easily with, strangled the very air she was given. It was around that time when whispers of a project reached her ears. [Powers] A master tactician, LeQi's foresight is unmatched by peers even older than she. Her ability to predict rivalling family's moves have made her revered as the head of the Liu family. Though she is not always right in her predictions, her ability to strategize based on analyzing other's body language, historical trends, and all manner of information at her disposal makes her a force to be reckoned with behind the scenes. From financial investments to political negotiations, her gift is exceptional for her age. In return for a brilliant mind, her body is numb to all feeling. She can not feel warmth nor pain, knowing how to move it yes but unable to know where her limits lay. Only her mind is her ally but even then, persistent headaches make that claim dubious [Other] She often forgets her physical limits and thus uses a wheelchair instead. It saves her many trips to the doctors but she is fully ambulatory [PalPad?] [Y/N] read the synopsis blacked out voila ദ്ദി •⩊• ) [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 24/05/2025 10:27 (2 Months ago) |
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Mikhayahu "Mimi" Ezra 18 | He/Him | Arcadian | ISFJ | 7w6 Powers: Defensive Magic - A master of remaining unbreakable, Mimi's unwavering magic manifests with a particularly strong form of defensive magic. Nothing will get past him if he has anything to say about it. From traditional shields to reflections and even absorption, if it is a inherently defensive spell, he has a particular knack for them. He is quite confident in his barriers which is not unfounded, his versatility with his magic in creating different barriers that serve different purposes as well as their integrity being his biggest assets in a fight when his usual tactics fail him. The magic in of itself is also particularly non-exhaustive, allowing for Mimi to set up various defensive spells at once though they do grow weaker, the more that are present at once. Abilities: With a cute face and a soft voice, Mimi is best at forging connections with people. Negotiations, politics, alliances, friendships, he can broker them all with a smile and carefully chosen words. He is a master of getting people to let down their guard and listen to his carefully chosen words. When that doesn't work, he is fairly nimble and flexible, able to bend and contort himself away from danger in ways that opponents might not expect. When opponents do manage to land a hit on him, they will find that Mimi is quite resistant to pain, injuries that any ivory tower princess like him would faint at garnering nothing more than a blink. Motivation: On the outside, he has been sent as a representative of the Benowitz family as a show of power. As a well known pet of the family, Mimi is in the perfect position to participate in order to further the Benowitz family's name and expand on their already lavish wealth. He has enough skill to make it fairly far in the competition to keep things interesting and has made enough connections within Arcadian society that the sympathy gifts upon the Benowitz family will surly be lavish upon his inevitable death. But Mimi himself? Well his motivations are simpler than any game of complicated politics or bottomless greed. He just wants to die. Deepest Fear: Nothing in particular, his worst fears have already happened and he's still alive. But lately, he's been finding himself a little too... complacent with his current life. A life where in his deepest fears are an everyday occurrence. A life with only one way out. Personality: Bright and cheerful, Mimi blends into the pleasure dominated greed that defines Arcadia. He is quite energetic, always brimming with a willingness to learn more and more about the people who mingle the social halls and forging connections as easy as breathing. His willingness to hand over anything that is asked of him sets him apart from the high socialites of the city of greed, always with a smile and a question as to if there is anything else he can give. Perhaps because of his submissive approach to societal battles, he has a knack for getting people to trust him easily. His innocent and waifish appearance naturally lulls many into letting down their guards and his charismatic tongue drawing out even the easiest of conversations. You can't help but smile when talking with him, his penchant for nicknames building a even closer bond with those who have only met Mimi. While his relationships are all superficial at best, he has a way with words that makes other feels as if they know everything about Mimi even if he hasn't told them anything meaningful. However, if you take the time to really listen to what he's saying, Mimi is actually quite dismal. His seemingly charming and optimistic words belay the realist in him and his own sharp understanding of his position as a personal pet to a high socialite family. He sees absolutely no worth in anything that Arcadia offers, resigning himself to being complacent in the very life he finds detestable yet willingly lives. Appearance: A young man with light pink slightly wavy hair, Mimi styles it though how he does it changes greatly with his mood. His skin is soft and milky, painstakingly kept perfect through a meticulous routine of skincare products and a lot of concealer. While his eyes are naturally blue, he does wear contacts to give it a more mysterious shade to it, it also doubles as prescription contacts. His outfits also change as fast as the trends do, a rotating wardrobe of things just slightly out of fashion that its excusable but clearly second hand to any Arcadian worth their salt. The only thing that seems consistent about his wardrobe is the heavy red leather collar around Mimi's throat, a tag with the Benowitz family's crest stamped upon it dangling on it, declaring him nothing more than a common pet. Palpad?: Yee [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 30/03/2025 00:54 (4 Months ago) |
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While the wall opposite to the windows remain bare, as you step into the sitting room, a large portrait greets you. Averting their gazes from you of the late Ya MengYa and Zagan Yali, both immortalized on canvas. Both their gazes stare at you, heavy and tired even when painted, as if even their perfection necessitated exhaustion. But despite the fatigue clinging upon their existence, their matching smiles seemed as if they could warm even the coldest of permafrost. Despite there being no rumours of MengYa ever siring a child or of a Songster apprentice, between the two, with one hand on each shoulder, stood a young wolven child positioned where a child would be in any other family portrait. A child clearly loved, for the other occupants of the painting have not once turned their eyes away from her. At the centre of the room, an eclectic collection of chair stood around a low coffee table, all manner of colours and styles all unique from each other yet blending in with the room in harmonious unity. However, the most eye catching of all was the low table itself, a three tiered stand with sweets still placed upon it sitting next to a vase decorated with a beautiful array for winter flowers. From snowdrops to narcissus flowers, white petals decorated the porcelain vase in delicate beauty, some falling upon the gathered cutlery below. Plates with half eaten finger food and cups with long cold tea surrounding the centrepiece. It seems that they weren't lying when everything was left as it was on the night of the murders "We apologize for the mess, but please. Take a seat." Balam motioned towards the seats. "We will hand out maps for this floor shortly." As she spoke, a map is pressed into your hands by Lăcrămioara. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 18/03/2025 17:27 (4 Months ago) |
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As the last person stepped out of the mudroom and onto the flooring, feeling the bend of organic wood bending under foot, the grand double doors thumped shut, sealing away the cold as the house slowly began to warm up again. Silently, everyone's shoes shuffle into a small cupboard, each one landing into the velvet lined drawers with a gentle thump, pushed back into the cabinet by an invisible force So-mi the moment you step into the manor, you immediately feel the pain of the house akin to a buffet fit for a starving Zannie. Alongside everyone you can see, you also feel 5 other presences below you. There seems to be a basement floor in which the other staff are waiting in. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 16/03/2025 06:42 (4 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 15/03/2025 06:04 (4 Months ago) |
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As expected of athe residence of two of some of the most high profile people, Rosemary Hill's Welcome Hall is lavish and beautiful, the glossed wooden flooring practically reflecting the opulence. However, taking a closer look, the hall looks quite normal, if a little sparsely decorated. The candelabra lined walls follow the same wooden grain as the floor, organically ingraining the natural atmosphere that comes with stepping foot into a mountainside residence. The gentle flames flickering through the hall warms the heart, illuminating the various paintings hung up on the walls. There aren't any that are recognizable from first glace, in fact some seem to be quite crude and unpolished, but one does catch the eye of anyone well versed in Werewolf made art. Hanging innocuously between two others is an original Forsoothe piece. It's one of her earlier works, the barest hints of what would become her signature art style just beginning to emerge from the hesitant strokes. As one of the only Wolven artist who have managed to break into the Werewolf art space, Foorsothe made a name for herself as a respected artist, though the painting simply sits among the rest as a equal easily missed if one wasn't looking closely. At the centre of the wide open space drew the eyes directly towards a grand staircase, the spiralling wooden structure leading towards the second floor. However, Balam leads the group instead towards one of the doors on either side of the staircase, opening the left mahogany door to gesture in. It seems the welcome hall is not where you will be convening [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 14/03/2025 03:05 (4 Months ago) |
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You, along with the rest of the group, have been called in to search the premises. While an initial investigation has been conducted, it is up to you to look for the details. Everything have been left exactly as they have been found with an exception to the bodies which have been moved into the underground freezer for preservation and eventual burial rites. The staff would be there to assist, though most of them would be waiting until the preliminary investigation was complete to answer any questions. You have been forewarned as well, that Zagan was quite fond of traps and hidden passageways which was liberally implemented into Rosemary Hill, a residence which acted more of a personal home than a status symbol for throwing around one's wealth when welcoming guests. Thank goodness that the staff at least knew their way around the villa. It has been quite the trek coming up, with Rosemary Hill being situated in the mountainous ranges. Despite the clean path carved out in the snow winding up the easy trail, the journey itself required quite the work out to even arrive on the front steps. You had arrived at the base of the property long before sunrise but now, beyond the frosted peaks of the mountain range, the snow glitters warmly. Perhaps it was the trick of the refracted light off the snow, but you could have sworn that a shadow moved over the second floor window, there one second and gone as in the next blink. However, before you can investigate, getting into the villa itself comes first. Before the grand doors of the cottage, stands two butlers, dressed in traditional mourning robes. One appears to be quite old, the bags under her silver eyes heavy and inflamed, the red rim to them a sign of her mourning. Perhaps its the deep winter shadows, but she doesn't appear to be very tall or robust, her figure almost swallowed up by the butler uniform she wears, a simple outfit whose only distinguishing point appears to be the golden trim and serpentine design on the underside of her tailcoat, a shade lighter than the black fabric. Fur of the same shade as her eyes have been elaborately twisted back into mourning braids, beads held in place with skilled lattice work as even her ears hang heavy with mourning beads. The red decorative muzzle and elaborate beaded veil that covers the butler's face indicative of the significance of the one who has been lost, crystalline tears the colour of blood sparkling under the winter sun, barely making an indent in her fur as it drapes over her muzzle. Her glassy eyes barely twitch as she stares at the horizon despondently. The other, in comparison, was almost scarily young. He couldn't be any older than 20, and perhaps he seemed even younger with grief hanging heavy on his shoulders. An ivory mask of bone prevented anything from being seen, only a painted on smile barely containing a mouthful of fangs greeting the incoming visitors, bell like flowers hang from the bone bundled into a chorus of buds. Heavy furs wrapped around him, a unique mourning robe worn by only a few vampiric families up in the north, almost covering up the tailcoat underneath, hints of off white flowers crawling up the fabric peeking through the brown pelts. His own hair had black ribbons braided into the rusted strands, a cascade of extensions blending in with the dark greys of the fur, adding even more weight to the already voluminous coat. Heavy manacles clasped around his wrists clank in acknowledgement as the two turned towards the sound of crunching snow, pinning their guests with empty stares. As you reach the final steps to stand at the door of the cottage, both butlers square their shoulders and bow deeply at the waist. "Esteemed guests, thank you for taking the time to arrive at our humble estate at such an hour." They intone, voices droning in unison. "We are the Head Butlers of Rosemary Hill, Balam Baramos and Lăcrămioara. We will accompany you during your investigation to answer any inquires you may have about the late Masters. Please, come inside and change your shoes as you do." Turning around as one, they bow again as the grand doors to the villa open outwards without a single creak, the rush of heated air from inside the house billowing over you to warm your shivering form. Welcome to Rosemary Hill, dear investigator. [Dear investigators, please step into Rosemary Hill. Be sure to change into the provided house slippers before entering the welcome hall] [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 14/03/2025 03:05 (4 Months ago) |
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Imbris Cataegia | She/Her | Vampire | PieSmellsGood
Osiris Darshan | He/Him | Vampire/Mothic | Spiderrs Lee So-Mi | She/Her | Zannie | andrea~ Dominic Vasseau | He/Him | Domovi | Immortes August Hazell | Any | Desert Yokai| Miso-Soup General Info Show
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Rosemary Hill - The Villa in where the investigation is taking place Staff Balam Baramos - Head Butler, Wolven Lăcrămioara - Head Butler, Vampire Will be updated as the team learns more, but any details will be up to players to remember~ [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 14/03/2025 02:40 (4 Months ago) |
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Your forms both look wonderful, accepted! The RP will be up shortly [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 05/03/2025 19:07 (4 Months ago) |
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Looking good, Accepted! A Palpad will be created shortly @Immortes @Miso-Soup A friendly reminder to please get your forms in by Saturday 00:00 PH time, you have around 2 and a half days until then. If you can't get it in by that time, please send me a message and we can work something out! [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 04/03/2025 03:03 (4 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 02/03/2025 04:00 (4 Months ago) |
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Don't worry, you've got plenty of time to work on it! If you need more time, feel free to just shoot me a message saying just that! @PieSmellsGood Looks good! Accepted! @Everyone The first post has been updated with a few lore tidbits that came up while I was finalizing the plot! Do look over them as they might help with your plans with your characters. But don't feel like you can only play as a Vampire or a Werewolf, diversity is very welcome and who knows. Perhaps playing as a different species might help with your investigation [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 27/02/2025 23:58 (5 Months ago) |
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Your res have been noted, please try and get them in by Saturday 00:00 PH time! Glad to have you guys on board! @Spiderrs I don't recall having ever been in an RP with you so I do, admittedly, have my own reservations after looking at your previous RP posts. If you feel confident that you can keep up with the writing (which, post length wise, I assume will probably look a little like this [ 1 | 2 ]), please feel free to submit a form and I will make a final decision. Either way, thank you very much for taking an interest in this RP [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 27/02/2025 06:29 (5 Months ago) |
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!Breaking News! Great tragedy has struck the supernatural community. We regretfully inform you that Songster Ye MengYa and Head Strategist Zagan Yali have been found dead in their winter residence yesterday, December 21st. Police say that while an investigation will be held, it appears as if no foul play was involved and likely a double suicide. As the bridge between the vampires and werewolves, the one question on everyone's mind is how the heads of the clans will proceed from now on. As the nation's darlings, we will be sure to mourn the passing of two influential figures who have shaped the community with their strides towards armistice. Zagan wa... Read More Other News: Songstrer MengYa's debut album, Lavender Love, skyrockets to the top of the charts Local demonstration turns violent as two clans continue a centuries long bloody feud An insider look into the interpersonal life of the two star-crossed lovers, MengYa and Zagan We want to hear from you: What do you think of cross species relationships? Comments: 182.9k  As the world mourns the passing of two high profile celebrities, you have more pressing matters to handle. As a part of the team tasked with examining the winter cottage that Zagan and MengYa called home, you must uncover the secrets behind the incident. Was it truly a double suicide or is there something more nefarious hiding behind the scenes? In this modern world, supernatural entities are abundant, with the most prominent being vampires and werewolves. Historically, there hasn't been much intermingling between species, some even outright hostile to each other. It is only in the last 100 years when Songster Ye MengYa of the Werewolves and Head Strategist Zagan Yali of the Vampires came together to broker an armistice between species. You too are a supernatural being, with powers of your own. The task force assembled is comprised of an eclectic mesh of different species, all with their own views. Some seek the truth, while others simply wish to do their jobs. Some others may be acting on orders, planting evidence where there previously weren't or others may steal evidence. It all depends on your end goals. You have the rare opportunity to dictate history, after all. What course will you write? How this RP Works: Show
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This is a murder mystery RP! I will
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items as well as play any NPCs that you may encounter. Meanwhile,
your characters have the main goal of solving the incident
regarding the deaths of two prolific figures. Each character can
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conclusion as to what happened in the cottage, regardless if its
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Werewolves: A clan of people
who hold the senses above all else. They are quite particular to
how they perceive the world and have naturally evolved to
prioritize their senses. Werewolves primarily fall into two
categories, Wolven and Were. Wolven are considered lesser and more
dangerous of the two, as though their senses are keener than Weres,
they are more prone to being led astray by them, leading them to be
treated cautiously by even fellow Werewolves. Were's on the other
hand may have duller senses but still posses a heightened aesthete
taste that allow for them to participate in the senses much more
keenly than Wolven who often fall into a stupor around things that
please their senses. Were's are lauded as the most artistic of the
Werewolves for their ability to replicate and create more sensually
pleasing products, a majority of which fall within the arts. They
are a clan that is much more artistically inclined than any other
species. By the way, the only way to tell apart Wolven and Weres is
that Wolven look much more like wolves than Weres do. They say that
Wolven are strongest when the Moon flowers in full bloom and Weres
come to play when the Moon closes its eyes
Songster: An extremely illustrious position within the Werewolf clan, second only to the Clan Head. They are gifted with the unique ability to sing the future, their songs creating vibrant images that can be interacted with as if they were living flesh and blood, the future becoming the present for the brief moments that the songs resound. They are performers who titillate all the senses with song, though many do also add elements of other arts into their performance, such as dance or instruments. Songsters are chosen at random from birth and usually apprentice under the current Songster to hone their craft. The most recent Songster, the Wolven Ye MengYa, did not have an apprentice. Vampires:A clan of people who hold the mind above all else. They are very particular about the knowledge they keep and have evolved to hone their minds into the sharpest of weapons. Vampires are particularly adept in scholarly pursuits, being much more academically advanced that any other species. They also occupy the most territory of any clan, having taken some other clans under as vessel clans. Often times Vampires are characterized as eccentric shut ins who spend all their time focused on their particular area of study, but they can also be stereotyped by their immense opulence which they enjoy spending to show off their latest patents and breakthroughs. It is thanks to their ingenious minds that Vampires are capable of walking around in the daylight without fear of burning as well as eliminating the need for live donors when looking for sustenance. There are two broad categories of Vampire types, Inventors and Speakers. Both are equally valued and act as the backbones of Vampiric society, the Inventors furthering Vampiric advancements while Speakers settle disputes and absorb vassal clans into their midst. Head Strategist: The left hand of the Vampire Clan Head, the Head Strategist acts as the face of all Speakers and the mouthpiece of the clan. As the most eloquent Vampire, the Head Strategist often meets with other Clans to broker vassal agreements and quell major unrest within the clan. They say that the Head Strategist can make even the staunchest of enemies fall into brotherhood or destroy even the fiercest of marriages. In times of strife, the Head Strategist shines upon the battlefield, directing armies with precise movements and utmost efficiency. The most recent Head Strategist, Speaker Zagan Yali, infamously brokered armistice between the Vampire and Werewolf clans, who had long been at odds with each other. Rules: Show
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If I am unsure about your RP ability, I reserve the right to
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2. You can only play one character. No one will die but I intend on keeping the player count small. Probably only 5 max 3. Please be sensible when playing. This means things like bunnying, godmodding, powerplaying, or piloting are things that I will not be looking at kindly 4. If you want to direct my attention to something your character does that requires my reply eg) checking an item, please bold it so I don't miss it Amanda goes over to the vase, glancing it over. She wasn't sure if it was just another tacky decoration or something but it sure piqued her interest. 5. While I have general things planned out, please feel free to derail me! This is an RP about obfuscating and revealing the truth so you are always free to steal or plant evidence 6. Please remove all parenthesis in your forms, they're there for mostly clarification reasons 7. Reserving is fine but please fill out your form within the week! If you can't, please either communicate with me and we can work something out or else that reservation will go to someone else 8. I reserve the right to reject your form. I also reserve the right to give out warnings and kick people out if I see fit 9. Above all else, please have fun Task Force Members: Show
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Leo Baskerville ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━  [ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ : Drunk on Pride ] ━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Gender + Pronouns: Who Cares | He/Him Age: 26 Canon or OC: OC Home Region: Celestic Town | Sinnoh Blessed Legendary: Ogerpon Blessing Description: Leo is gifted with 4 different powers that he can only use one at a time, which blessing he is using at each given time signalled by the colour that his brooch shines. The more he uses it, the harder it is to stop using it alongside a specific cost for each blessing. Teal Brooch: Leo hates this brooch and has only ever used it once, and for good reason. This is a blessing of healing, one much more wild and untamed than any other. Vegetation and life grows inhibited around him in a 5 foot radius, filling the area with dense foliage within the span of a minute. Anyone who steps inside the glades will feel refreshed and revitalized and Leo himself seems to almost fall back into who he was, before everything went downhill. He hates it. And thus the cost is even more fitting, for anything that he touches will wither and die, lasting double amount of the time he spent using the blessing. It does not kill humans but it will make them violently sick. The same can not be said for pokemon Cornerstone Brooch: As a defensive mask, Leo rarely does use it though it does have its uses. The blessing strengthens Leo's body acting as the perfect shield and battering ram. With a blessing said capable of breaking even the hardest stone in two, there is very little that can break him at all, his mildly optimistic outlook whenever using this blessing giving him the strength he needs to take upon his body wounds meant for another. But for this stubbornness, equal payment is required and Leo will inevitably fall ill after using the blessing, the nature of the illness varying depending on how long his skin was as sturdy as the very earth. From a passing cough to bedridden fevers, it all depends on how stubborn he is. Wellspring Brooch: A blessing that perfectly balances offence and defence, this blessing heightens Leo's intellect. His sharp analysis makes quick work of any pokemon battle and a sharp memory makes any conversation with him as smooth as a well worn brook. He is very affable and agreeable when using the blessing, full of bright smiles and kind observations, a farcry from his usual acrid personality. Once the blessing has run its course, Leo relives one random memory from before he ever met Ogerpon. The length of the memory is contingent on the length of time spent using the blessing, and while it is possible for him to be snapped out of the memory early, it usually leaves him quite disorientated Hearthflame Brooch: This is Leo's most used blessing and it's easy to see why. Comparatively it is the most straightforward blessing, heightening Leo's anger into a boiling point and feeding off the tempestuous emotion. His physical abilities are heightened to inhuman levels, absolutely hitting harder than even his own pokemon can. He becomes a fighting machine under the Brooch's influence, taking down everything in sight with a calculated eye. Leo is prone to falling into bloodlust and losing his mind in this state. But after such an exhausting fight, his body refuses to work anymore, paralyzing him for double the amount of time he spent using the blessing. He is conscious for the duration of this, awake and made to feel the slow crawl of time inching past. Pokémon Team: Show
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 Hisuian Growthlite | Nickname: Statice | Gender: M | Lv.14 Ability: Intimidate | Nature: Serious | Held Item: None Flame Wheel | Ember | Bite | Howl Leo's greatest achievement and reminder of everything wrong in his life. A product of unethical genetic breeding, Statice is unfit for battle but still does his best to please his master. Too bad his master has little intention of paying any attention to him  Driftblim | Nickname: Oswald | Gender: M | Lv.31 Ability: Unburden | Nature: Timid | Held Item: Sitrus Berry Baton Pass | Calm Mind | Shadow Ball | Tailwind Leo's very first pokemon and eternal partner. Named after the man who adopted him, Leo and Oswald often butt heads and disagree over almost everything. He doesn't approve of anything that is currently going on, but ever loyal Oswald will stick by his master's side and see thing through. Even if he hates the inevitable path it leads to  Dragapult | Nickname: Jabberwocky | Gender: M | Lv.68 Ability: Infiltrate | Nature: Naive | Held Item: Heavy Duty Boots Hex | Draco Meter | U-Turn | Will-o-Wisp Traded to him by someone close to him as a symbol of their deep relationship, Jabberwocky is one of the few on Leo's team who approves of the path his master has chosen. As the only pokemon on the team capable of competitive battle, Jabberwocky often backs Leo up in any fight they encounter on their way to the end  Roserade | Nickname: Demios | Gender: F | Lv.56 Ability: Natural Cure| Nature: Timid | Held Item: Black Sludge Spikes | Protect | Sludge Bomb | Sleep Powder Originally traded away as a symbol of friendship turned something more, Deminos found her way back to her original trainer after an unfortunate incident. She is wholeheartedly behind Leo's actions and often eggs him on into his darker impulses, supporting him and Jabberwocky in battle. Sometimes she seems angrier than Leo
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Appearance: Leo's eyes hold the stars, dead and lifeless as they are, specks of gold glimmering amongst the purple nebulae. Once they were proudly shown off, framed around glasses given to him by a special someone, but not they lay hidden behind unkempt bangs that shifts purple under the sunlight. If you were to lift his thick choppy hair, you would only find a permanent set of heavy bangs and tears stains under those puffy red rimmed eyes that stand out starkly to his lightly tanned skin.. He has taken to wearing ill fitting clothes made for someone much taller than him but are very well made and maintained despite this, a majority of which are quite formal in nature, though a simple red cloak usually covers him. The only thing that seems to fit him is a violet brooch, engraved with statice flowers which he keeps on his person at all times. Personality: INFP - The Mediator | 4w5 - The Bohemian | Chaotic Neutral | Blue/Red with Black Leanings Despite his meek appearance, Leo has an incredible temper, thunderous and tempestuous. He despises higher authority and and does his best to not bother himself with things that actively ignite his anger. Because of his upbringing, he is very self sufficient and prefers to do things on his own, often refusing help and stubborn to a fault. While he may have once put up a cordial front, the current Leo has no qualms with letting his anger run wild, uncaring of the consequences. While he is self aware and deeply introspective, acknowledging that he probably has anger issues and is a little too codependent at times, he has long since given up trying to fix those flaws of himself and instead embraces them fully. There is no room in his life for anything else. General Skillset: Very efficient and straightforward. You ask him to do something? He gets it done. He is also quite good at being pointed at a problem and solving it quickly, be it through his immense wealth of knowledge or lately his more preferred method of just smashing through it. Despite everything, Leo is capable of pulling together a whole host of masks for different occasions, a mild mannered young noble, a stern authoritarian professor, a scared victim, he can play them all to an astounding degree. He just doesn't much care for playing the part for any longer than he needs to. Weaknesses/Flaws: Blinded by anger and grief, Leo will throw himself headfirst into any situation regardless of personal safety or well being. He has become a death seeker, looking to absolutely raze what he can to the ground before he goes. Anything other than this singular goal isn't even worth thinking about anymore Other Information: Leo was a professor that specialize in Sinnoh's history and Hisui's pokemon population. He's particularly interested in the revival of old Hisuian variants of pokemon and has only managed to succeed once by sheer luck. Good things never last long though, and Leo's husband was away in Kalos on a work trip when disaster struck and the news came that he was among the casualties. Leo really never was the same after that. [Read more] |
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"Than'y...H'a-Jiejie....." Ibaraki mumbled, head thunking softly against the wall of the train carriage, heavy eyes fluttering shut against the hoard of stimulation assaulting delicate senses. Taking in a breath, the soft aroma of wood planks soothing frazzled nerves into a low hum, the buzz that filled Ibaraki's head slithering into only a pleasant annoyance. Letting the rocking of the train rock back and forth with the constant motion, the gentle motion drawing Ibaraki deeper into the lull of comfort that the power gave, though the more Ibaraki thought about it, the more a sense of unease sat heavy in an emptying stomach before Ibaraki shot up with a gasp. "Hua-Jiejie! W-wait the rules!" Ibaraki sputtered, attempting to scramble out of the carriage. If there was one rule that always stuck out so starkly, if only for the reason that Ibaraki kept breaking it, was to never. Ever. Use your powers. The fear that coursed through the small body overrode any sort of illness that had plagued the child just moments before, giving Ibaraki the burst of strength to try and clamber out of the train. [Read more] |
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Standing up and ignoring the wave of dizziness that crashed over, making everything swim in a tangled mess of shapes and colours, Ibaraki trotted over to the main table and set the mountain of empty trays down with the rest. Unsteady steps left Ibaraki trailing after the others in a daze, shorter feet struggling to keep up. That light headed feeling clung like a ghost to the child, weighing down each step with a heavy fog that refused to let Ibaraki gain any proper footing. [Read more] |
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Zagan Yali Code: Togo [Great Race of Mercy - 1920] Gender: Genderflux [It/She/He/They] Age: 31 Birthday: January 21 Powers: [Way Beyond the Nightside - Neutral] Zagan is forever bound to the form of a beast while retaining a sound mind. Zagan can change into as many skins as it desires however many times it wants, but a human body will be beyond its reach Strengths & Weakness: High Intelligence | Shrewd | High Sympathy | Warm Hearted | Gives 20/10 cuddles | Loyal Horrible Communication Skills | Low Empathy | Stubborn | Values Independence | Rarely Helps Others | Nihilistic Personality: Its difficult to even know where to begin with Zagan. In the first place, its difficult to even strike up conversation with it, Zagan's appearance not quite screaming a good conversation partner. It also frequently trips over its words, a mouth not used to forming vowels and sounds paired with the right vocal chords making for quite the dissonant experience. This high bar of entry makes it so that Zagan is often seen as a bit of a lone wolf even by other students with a more beastal spirit form. But once that barrier is conquered, Zagan is quite a soft creature, willing to act as a living blanket whenever its friends want. It often walks those it favours from class to class, sticking by their side like a loyal hound and adopting the mindset that the enemy of my friend is my enemy. For a beast, Zagan has a very sharp mind, easily sitting comfortably in the top rankings academically without too much trouble though it has a particular skill for strategy and maths. With a knack for always making people feel heard without saying anything, Zagan is a loyal friend who will absolutely stay right by the side of anyone it has put its trust in. That isn't to say that Zagan is someone who will selflessly help though, very rarely will it actually do anything for the benefit of others, even if its bribed to do so. It strongly believes in the independence of the individual, where someone can't grow without facing their troubles headfirst and alone. You can always unload your burdens onto it but don't expect Zagan to pick up part of it for you. In much the same way, Zagan won't ever confide in others, content to carry its own burdens alone. Seeking comfort isn't inherently bad, but Zagan prefers to do things itself. There's no satisfaction or worth in obtaining something that someone else helped you reach. In the first place, it isn't every very good at showing its emotions through words, actions being much more its forte. Personality Type: INFJ - Advocate | 5w6 - The Problem Solver | House Dimir (Blue/Black) Description: [Pre-Death] As a shapeshifter, its difficult to pin down what Zagan will look like at a given moment. Often it takes the form of a husky dog padding through the corridors but if its feeling particularly assholish that day, will wander down the halls as a caribou. In class, its always a sugar glider, just big enough to hold a pen and take notes. It changes skins based on a whim and never really settles into one appearance. The only way to distinguish Zagan from regular animals is the gnarled burn scar stretching over its left cheek, twisting its face into a permanent grimace no matter the form. This is usually hidden by dense fur as a husky but it is there. History: Born as to a well to do family in the South, Zagan lived a fairly peaceful life with its chronically ill sister while its parents built a solid future for their children as the threat of civil unrest threatened their simple life. It came to pass when Zagan was in its teens that it was drafted into the local army to quell the uprising that had broken out, on the condition that its sister would be well taken care of in its absence. Starting as a letter runner, a job whose mortality rates left much to be desired, Zagan began to form connections with the higher ups, controlling information as the one bringing it back and forth. Thanks to its strategic mind, work ethic, and familial connections, Zagan rose up the ranks to work as a strategist for the army for a number of years though this inevitably wore its world view down into a jaded crisp. When the mandatory time to serve had come and gone, Zagan returned home without a backwards glace to take care of its sister. As things often do, things happened. Decision were made and actions weren't taken and it all ended as everyone else ends. Sexuality: Pansexual Voice Claim: Lee Majdoub Palpad? Yeeee [Read more] |
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