#and which might have fcs to be used upon request

[lcstpaths]

okay so yeah i'm gonna be working on a bit of a blog revamp just bc i'm RLLY stuck on the idea of a black and white psd w like .. maybe a red accent color??? or like. the blog accent being red and then maybe introducing other accent colors for characters (instead of red it being blue, pink, etc) .. but yeah i'm definitely doing it

[cheesybaconflatbread]

litg s9: mc

i missed my old mc tags from s3/4 so bringing this back for a bit of fun. template is random questions I came up with if anyone else wants to use it or be inspired by it.

Belle Hughes

FC: Olivia Moore

Age: 28

Occupation: musical theatre performer still

Hometown: Kingston-Upon-Thames

Current Location: Brixton

Which season is she from?: S3 of Love Island UK where she was coupled up with Harry. After things fizzled out with him and she was single for a while, she was invited onto Love Island Australia.

How old was she on her season?: 22 for UK, 25 for AU.

What happened after she left her season of Love Island?: she went on to get a part in Waitress where she understudied Jenna, had a role as Sandy in Grease on the West End and most recently toured with Mamma Mia as Sophie and did a short stint on the West End as Sophie.

How did she leave her season?: for UK, she left with Harry but things turned pretty sour after a boat trip - and she wasn’t going to take his shit anymore so called it off after all that. And AU - self explanatory, left in a friendship couple.

What convinced her to take part in All Stars?: she lowkey thinks she’s been done dirty on her UK and AU season but does love being part of the show. Also she thinks Rohan from S1 is attractive but doesn’t see him around at many events, so in all honesty, she was hoping he’d be on there.

Is there anything she would do differently this season to her previous experience?: yeah, not take anyone’s shit and call people out on it. And if she has to take part in a tent building activity that her LI moans about, she will kick off about it.

Best thing that happened from her season?: meeting her best friend Genevieve in LI UK and quoting H2O with contestants from LI AU.

Worst thing that happened from her season?: Harry forgetting her name in LI UK and probably leaving in a friendship couple in LI AU - she did end up feeling bad over the way Stefan was dumped but didn’t have as strong feelings as he did for her, so was glad she at least got to explore another connection.

Is there anyone she wants on All Stars?: Rohan, she thinks Rocco might deserve a second chance and would love to have Chelsea in the villa.

Is there anyone she wouldn’t want to have on All Stars?: Dylan - self explanatory.

Is she still friends with any of the cast from her season?: Genevieve, Elladine, Nicky, Seb and AJ - they all still keep in regular contact and have catch ups. Genevieve and her were best friends in the villa and remained best friends.

Any hidden talents?: other than her obvious talents from being on the West End, she can do a smashing Gemma Collins impression.

Random facts:

• the public backed her a lot during Love Island UK and she gained a lot of popularity from that which is why producers invited her back for Love Island AU and All Stars.

• she briefly worked with Cherry at a musical theatre charity show.

• there were rumours of her being linked to Lucas from various news articles, but it was all just rumours - he’d simply seen her in a show and was spotted chatting to her afterwards.

• she made a very public threads of tweets about Dylan in S4 and requested producers step in to remove him from the villa.

• she’s met various islanders from different Love Island events and has openly said Oliver is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet.

• she wouldn’t mind appearing on Celebrity Hunted or The Masked Singer as other reality shows.

Current All Stars LI: Jude

Endgame All Star LI: Hamish, probably

[bekenta]

hi everyone 🖤 i'm clover (brand new to the rp!!!) here with everyone's unsolicited new favorite fight club member, kenta 👊😵 he was a muse that came to me in all of three hours last night and i am really, really excited to write for him!!! click the read more for more info & i'm really looking forward to plotting with you all super soon 🫶 edit: i've added a stats page for him here !!!

tl;dr about kenta (don't look too much into his pages... they are very much undone and may remain that way for awhile lmaoooo)

20 years old from osaka — most important thing you need to know is he's got anger issues (root causes why still tbd) and the only way he is able to manage these issues is through martial arts which he's been doing foreverrrrrrrr

you would think that by now he'd be super zen but nope he's still v easily combustable LMAO

grew up learning kyokushin karate and started practicing taekwondo and mma in his early teenage years — chose taekwondo because training in korea was a lot closer (and cheaper) vs. training in the united states

his life dream is to kick jake paul's ass

a friend of a friend through his dojang introduces him to some underground dance crews that initially sparks his interest in life outside out martial arts training so that's kinda what he's been dabbling in these days

"if you want people to listen to you, use the stage, not your fists" when someone first told him this he almost jimmy neutron brain blasted

gets by by teaching private martial arts lessons (in both korean and japanese) and thankfully his parents love him enough to give him some extra $$$ every time he goes back to japan to visit

entire personality is just fall out boy minus the dr*gs like truly i'm a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart sorta vibe

has a good heart... is just troubled... he might seem somewhat difficult or stubborn at first but it's because he is a very righteous and just person and values fairness

atm he doesn't have any company he's really pushing for because he's not too laser focused on getting signed anywhere or anything (but it would be super great if he did... is the scouting agent in the room with us)

wanted connections / plot ideas

i'm just gonna say it i would love for him to kick someone's ass. or for someone to kick his and really embarrass the hell out of him DFJKGHJFDG but at least give him a good fight pls

calling all japanese fcs.... give him 🇯🇵 squad

anyone else who is like emo and maybe also has pent up anger about just LIFE.. someone who understands

or on the flip side someone who thinks he's maybe too much to handle and doesn't understand and kenta can't stand them because he's constantly feeling patronized

someone else who lives month to month like him and lives in the same goshiwon and they're always hanging out chilling eating the free ramen and rice in the communal kitchen

a girl who is maybe a lil toxic herself that he has a thing with that doesn't work out </3 doesn't have to be too crazy tho

other organic chemistry plots pls and thank

misc because i never stop yapping

just an fyi i have quite a busy job so i may be fairly slow during the week to plot — however i love to yap and make friends when i get pockets of free time so if you're down for that (on top of plotting!!!!) i prefer discord & will give out upon request !! i also only have so much brain cpu for plotting & limited time so i ask that if you genuinely think our muses would connect/see a plot idea that sticks out to you to reply to this post with a 🔥 for me to come to you for plotting!! i understand some muses may not have a lot in common with kenta so please don't feel pressured to plot atm if nothing sticks out as there will be plenty of future opportunities for our muses to interact 🫶 tysm for understanding and if u read this far ily

[rgealism]

ABOUT MUN.  

my name is nana, twenty with she/they pronouns, and i'm southeast asian! i’m a uni student with a lot on my plate outside of academics, so apologies if my activity can be sporadic. i haven’t roleplayed in a while and am still fairly new to tumblr rp, so please be patient with me. 

if i follow you, that means i want to write with you or we already have a thread going on. no hard feelings if you’d rather not interact, feel free to sb or hb if needed.

WRITING AND PREFERENCES. 

easiest way to start writing with me is to send me some ask memes or reply to one of my open starters. they’re there for a reason! also, i’m not picky with my partner’s formatting. however, i will write with my own formatting which consists of small text with medium gifs. one-liners are fine but i’d appreciate it if our interactions are upgraded to at least a paragraph over time.

messy, angsty genre is my cup of tea but i’m open to something lighthearted or platonic, too! nsfw, dark or smut, themes can be explored but if you come here looking for someone who does taboo rp or only kink/smut rp, you’re in the wrong place.

currently, i don’t have any triggers but i will tag common triggers. if you need something tagged, let me know. triggers will be tagged as ‘tw: trigger here.’

please tell me if you want to drop a thread or start fresh so i can keep up with my own threads. and if i’m taking too long to respond, don’t hesitate to remind me! 

MUSES.

as of now, all of my muses are females or non-binary with vague backgrounds and no specific sexuality since i'm more comfortable writing and exploring them that way ( plus, i always see my muses as queer ). i might add male ocs in the future once i’m comfortable enough to write them.

OOC INTERACTION.

dm is always open to plot!!  i just love talking ooc, exchanging hcs, messing around with ideas, and overall having fun with other writers lmao. discord is also available upon request if anyone wants to talk there, instead! also, feel free to tag me in musings anytime. i love love love them.

BANNED FCS.

anyone that doesn't wanna be used, minors, the deceased, or problematic people. i will tell you if i’m feeling iffy towards certain fcs and please tell me if you see me using someone problematic. lastly, i can be quite picky when it comes to influencers or youtubers fc.

specific banned fcs: the jenners-kardashians, the hadid sisters, taylor swift, johnny depp, ezra miller, justin bieber, hailey bieber, blake lively, ryan reynolds, selena gomez, paul mescal, harry styles, madison beer, ansel elgort, gal gadot.

[tourporlaindiaseo]

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Iniesta and Xavi Hernández had a strong midfield connection at Barcelona that was crucial to the team's success on the national and international stages. Admired by fans and respected by opponents worldwide, his beautiful style of play was defined by precise passing, dribbling, and a composed temperament under pressure.

UEFA Champions League championships, FIFA Club World Cups with Barcelona, many La Liga crowns, Copa del Rey trophies, and other accomplishments are among Iniesta's career highlights. He played a major part in Spain's national team victories in the 2010 FIFA World Cup, the UEFA Euro 2008 and 2012, and Barcelona's historic treble-winning season in 2008–2009.

Beyond just his skill, Iniesta is admired for his leadership abilities off the field as well as his humility and sportsmanship. His iconic goal in Spain's first-ever World Cup final versus the Netherlands in 2010 is a testament to his clutch play at pivotal moments and will live on in football history.

After finishing his remarkable career at Barcelona in 2018, Iniesta relocated to Vissel Kobe in the J1 League of Japan, where he still showed off his skills and coached up-and-coming players. He is respected for his honesty and commitment to the game in addition to his superb play, making his influence on football transcend national boundaries.

In conclusion, the remarkable skill, innumerable accomplishments, and long-lasting impact on football that characterize Andrés Iniesta's career as a legend in the sport. His achievements have made a lasting impression on football history, winning him the respect and adoration of supporters, teammates, and opponents everywhere.

[chaoticomms]

Hello! I'm Calhoun, role-player & general Tumblr nuisance, & this is @chaoticomms, my commission blog for RPC-related graphics & resources! This post serves as a rundown of rules and my pricing. Currently open and accepting work. Slots available: 5/5 Ko-fi donations

GUIDELINES. I do my best to maintain a professional and prompt communication style with my clients. Please don't hesitate to contact me if you have any questions. This is a sideblog attached to my main RP account, @writtenrotten, and I won't get upset if you DM me there, even if we don't write together! Discord handles can be exchanged upon request.

I don't use PSDs made by other creators unless I'm EXPLICITLY given permission to do so. I would prefer not to, however. I also won't wholesale recreate the designs of other artists in the RPC, or attempt to emulate anyone's style (unless, of course, I have permission). I currently don't have a form as I would prefer each customer to contact me personally so we can discuss what's wanted.

I'm flexible about payments and willing to negotiate if necessary. PayPal is what I prefer but I will also accept games from my Steam wishlist, Nintendo eShop or Playstation Network cards; graphics-for-art trades are also something I'm willing to consider!

PRICING Again, I am willing to negotiate these, though more complex designs (basically, anything animated, or anything that requires a lot of photomanipulation) will always run closer to the higher end. All sizes are simply my go to dimensions, but are not set in stone by any means. PROMOS.Samples.Single panel: $5 - $20 - usually 540 x 300 Dual panel: $10 - $25 - usually two 540 x 300 panels. Triptych / three panel: $10 - $30 - usually two 540 x 300 panels with a 540 x 150 separation that goes between the two, or three 180 x 300 panels side by side. Four panel: $10 - $35 - usually four 270 x 300 panels, meant to go two side-by-side on top, and two side-by-side beneath.

MOBILE HEADERS. Samples. $10 - $50 Usually 300 x 700, meant to be used stretched, but can easily be altered. POST BANNERS. Samples. $5 - $10. I'll discount for numerous banners. (i.e. 5 $10 banners will be $40 rather than $50) CHARACTER MANIPS. Samples. $10 - $50+

ALL-IN-ONE PACKAGE. One promo, one mobile header, up to three separators, up to ten post banners, and a dash icon. $25-50 MISC ITEMS. Separators - $3 - $10 Dash icons - $5 - $10 Aesthetic boards - $5 - $20 Scene/simple character edits - $5 - $20 (Mostly just brightening and color adjustments of scenes from your character's media to make them fit your preferred aesthetic, or adjustments to pictures of your FC which don't involve heavy manipulation.) Interested in something not listed above and think I might be the person to make it for you? Don't hesitate to ask! I'm always open to experimenting with new graphics.

[beforelove]

#𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : a  revisitation of a   𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘿   𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠   &   𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥   𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎  character .   who is the    PROUD  OWNER   of the reimagined   𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  !!   musician based ,   𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗩𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧   &   𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖  𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧  for the up   &   coming band  :   𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊  𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊  .   inspired by media such as  𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 ,   𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨   &  other movies  /   televisions series .   minors   &   personal blogs ,   do not interact . 

𝐀    𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘    𝐈𝐍      :      the    𝘋𝘜𝘛𝘐𝘍𝘜𝘓    𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘋    no  longer  placing  their  dreams  of  their  own  future  on  hold  for  their  parents  approval  ,    recognizing  that    HEART    IS    AN  AMAZING    SOURCE    OF    POWER      &      using  love  as  a  guide  to  create  art  ,      being  perceived  as    ONE    THING      but  revealing  that  the  old  saying    𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞  𝐚  𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤  𝐛𝐲  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫    is  referenced  all  the  time  for  a  reason  .

ᵢ . ) ᶦⁿᶠᵒ ᵢᵢ . ) ᵖᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ᵢᵢᵢ. ) ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵢᵥ. ) ᵐᵉᵐᵉˢ

𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 : @dualvibe ( bassist & vocalist for 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 )

𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎 :

1). 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼 - my name is rz/rozy and this blog is 21+ so if you are a minor i kindly ask that you do not follow me or any of my other blogs. if i find out that you followed me despite this rule and you are under 21 ; instant block. if you don't respect a basic boundary that i have set you don't get the right to view my blog/muse.

2). 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘄 - this blog unfortunately due to past experiences will be mutuals only and extremely private. i might take some time to follow blogs back because i do like to read up and go through everyone's rules thoroughly before hitting the follow button ( which i hope you return the courtesy to my blog ).

3). following up from the previous rule, if you do not have an accessible link visible to a rules page/muse info then i most likely will not follow you.

4). 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 - because my muse can be fickle a lot of the time and whenever my real life gets busy my motivation to write completely plummets, my activity on this blog will be sporadic. some days i will be here posting like crazy, and other days my blog will be a ghost town there's never an in-between lol i would also like to say that there may be stretches of time where im not active at all here, so please keep that in mind before following !!

5). 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 - because i have witnessed people getting obsessed over some muses because of their fc, i will be selective when it comes to shipping. chemistry is a really big thing for my characters, so if i don't feel like there's any connection then i won't ship anything romantically with your muse.

6). 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 - i will admit, plotting i am a sucker for. i do enjoy the pre established connections quite a lot, and first meetings!! and i generally do gravitate threads that we have plotted out before hand!! my IMS are always open, and my discord is available upon request <33 and if your muse is based in a tv/movie universe, i would very happily make an au verse just for them !!

7). 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮 / 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 - drama will not be tolerated here. if you ever have a problem with me, please approach me in a mature manner and we can discuss things like adults! i will gladly here out anything that you may have a problem with. but unnecessary beef or multiple vague posts will end up in a hard block. don't force ships on me, do not try to control my muses & do NOT steal or lift anything from my character/characterization . it's a weird thing that people don't think i see blatant copy and paste, but i do. and i will confront you about it if i am suspicious. just don't do it, yeah??

8). images/gifs used in edits are not mine, but how they are edited is MY WORK. so please don't steal those. PSD that i have used will be tagged below!!

9). just a quick little last tidbit, i do not smut :// especially not with this character.

[apiscircensis]

I had been meaning to draw some updated portraits of my twst fcs so I went ahead and drew portraits and wrote short bios for all of the ones I have so far

this is part one, mi main fcs, the octacrew

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

bio transcripts and links to full bios under the cut

Blake Margolis

Octavinelle Dorm School Year: Third Birthday: July 9 Zodiac Sign: Cancer Age: 18 Height: 183cm Dominant Hand: Right Club: Film Studies Club Best Subject: Magic Pharmacology Hobbies: Trying on clothes Pet Peeves: Being looked down upon Favorite Food: Apples Least Favorite Food: Pottage Talents: Giving pep-talks

"If you have something to say, I might be saying something as well."

Hedonistic and vain. He has an appreciation for the finer things in life but not necessarily the taste for them, caring more about appearances than actual quality. He's probably maintaining the local designer knock offs market all by himself.

He is cunning and persuasive, getting along well with his younger/weaker/less talented classmates, whom he sweet talks into doing his bidding. He's greedy but not selfish, and is willing, even happy, to share his exploits with those he finds worthy of his grace.

He is loudly friendly and over familiar to people he finds interesting. Loves gossip and meddling in people’s businesses, both for fun and for the chance of finding out things that can be used as leverage.

He brings along his familiar, a capuchin monkey named Jacob who is a cute little pillager of pockets and general bringer of mayhem.

Inspired on Hector Barbossa (Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl)

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Morgan Heerser 

Octavinelle Dorm School Year: Third Birthday: February 28 Zodiac Sign: Pisces Age: 18 Height: 168cm Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous Club: Board game club Best Subject: Magic History Hobbies: Gambling Pet Peeves: Liars Favorite Food: Shrimp, pastries Least Favorite Food: Stale bread Talents: Playing the piano

"Are you prepared for what's next?”

He’s gloomy, distant, and temperamental and is perfectly willing to demonstrate it. He has little patience for incompetence and becomes angry easily when people get on his nerves. He values loyalty and a strong will.

Though he was knowledgeable about it, he had no actual experience with life on land before coming to the NRC, and his human body can be a bit frail. His true merman form however is massive and incredibly strong.

Despite being a reclusive loner, he’s also a hopeless romantic. He’s an avid reader of poetry and lover of music. Though he would never admit it, he yearns to one day find a love as strong and vast as the sea itself.

Inspired on Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

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Jacob Quinn 

Octavinelle Dorm School Year: Third Birthday: November 18 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Age: 18 Height: 175cm Dominant Hand: Right Club: Science ClubBest Subject: Ancient curses Hobbies: Miniatures Pet Peeves: Frogs Favorite Food: Jambalaya Least Favorite Food: Bland foods Talents: Pyrotechnics

"If I don't thrash a man every now and then, they forget who I am."

A straight up thug. As charismatic as he is vicious, he has an affinity for turmoil and often starts and instigates fights with and among other students just for the fun of it.

He has an exuberant manner and a penchant for theatrics, which give him an enchanting aura despite his dry wit and general bad attitude.

He has a younger sister that he loves very, very much. She's the light of his life and the one person he genuinely cares for. He enrolled at NRC on her request, as she hoped it would help him straighten up.

Inspired on Blackbeard (Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides)

[full bio]

[smol-nevi]

I don't generally make this kind of thing a habit, but I think if you happen to be on the Crystal RP Discord, aka @crystal-rp-ffxiv, you should probably be aware of this kind of behavior, so here goes.

If you're on Crystal RP and the admin team decides they don't like you, you're going to be living under a microscope while they wait for you to mess up, if not bait you, probably while making up conspiracies about you as well. As for how I know this, I was a moderator for about a week's duration and saw it first-hand.

Unapologetically lengthy post. Receipts in the link above, long version below the cut.

From the first time I looked in the mod chat I knew something was wrong. I read backwards in the channel, thinking I'd acclimate myself and see what kind of rules precedents had been set and that sort of thing. I mostly just found out that they had it out for a particular member (at the time using the name Jericho) for not much reason. They'd spent a troubling amount of time over the past few months watching him and another member like vultures, believing them to be the same person and waiting for them to make some kind of mistake that would justify banning both of them...despite keeping different schedules, having different personalities and typing habits, and visibly being two different people. The admin team had come to the conclusion that Jericho was a troll who wanted to make them look bad, and anything he said or did was scrutinized to a ridiculous degree for evidence that would corroborate their belief.

Except none of the things they believed at all were true: he'd had a minor argument via DM with the head admin Benjimir Thursby's wife, Tessariel Aerlinn, who had made an overly broad statement about anime and Asian culture. Jericho had told her that overgeneralization about 'Asian culture' is potentially racist, and she became extremely angry, saying that because she's Asian, she can't be racist against Asians. After that, it seemed that Jericho was considered fair game for whatever retaliatory actions the two of them could justify.

Even a cursory glance at actual racism in Asia pokes Tessariel's statement entirely full of holes, and having personally read the conversation I didn't see anything actually inaccurate in his statement even if she believed it didn't apply to her. I asked what he had done that would merit such a response, because it felt very disproportionate to anything I'd ever seen him do publicly, and that was what I was told. The exchange via DMs had been screencapped and kept in a channel for evidence, and while I didn't get a copy of it, I did read it, and I said that I thought it sounded awfully one-sided and punitive and would have been much better as an actual conversation. I also expressed that I was concerned how much of the channel had been solely devoted to what was basically a witch hunt, considering that some of the server members had over the course of the past couple of months commented that the admins' behavior towards Jericho seemed biased.

I basically got a pat on the head and told that my opinion was "valued" but wrong. This would happen a lot over the course of the week.

Shit continued to escalate. Their favorite punching bag, who was acutely aware of the grudge by now and probably trying to be nice and discuss something that he thought they could all talk about, brought up some articles that stated that LOTRO might be having a graphical overhaul. This actually ended in him being put into some kind of time-out mute, because "everyone knows those articles are debunked already" despite them still being hosted on reputable games news sites. Back-channel, the admin consensus was that he was in fact trying to bait Benjimir and Tessariel into somehow looking stupid in public, because [paraphrasing] 'he knows how important LOTRO is to them.'

Benjimir in fact went off publicly about how he knows the dev team and they sent him 'personalized swag' for 'being himself' and that everyone should just listen to him because he's right. Someone else made a reasonable request for sources on statements that Benjimir made about the LOTRO improvements not happening, and they immediately became the team's private #2 punching bag.

The whole time I reiterated that this was really uncomfortable and I had serious concerns about the way they were handling Jericho. And as always I received a pat on the head and was told to not worry about it, there were really good reasons for it, really. He was 'bringing down the quality of discourse' on the server somehow. Benjimir decided that the only way he would unmute Jericho is if Jericho talked directly to him, and that Jericho tried to talk to any of the more level-headed members of the team first was taken as obvious evidence that he wanted to evade rules and create problems. I asked when we planned to unmute him, and Tessariel immediately jumped to the conclusion that he had messaged me, which wasn't incorrect but the way she worded it felt highly accusatory and I was beginning to feel that I was also in trouble somehow for not agreeing with the rest of the team.

Things came to a head quickly when I woke up and looked at the mod chat and they were having an animated conversation that started with Benjimir asking if it was 'bad that he was laughing at Jericho' and most of the rest of the team talking about how he was stupid, uninformed, a troll, etc. for the sin of having some misgivings about cryptocurrency, of all the things. One of the mods self-described their behavior as bullying. I said that this was extremely unprofessional and that I thought they should keep conversation to actual moderation matters, and if they had a personal disagreement with a server member they should handle it in a personal venue, not via official server moderation channels.

I was, for the final time, patted on the head, and told that this was not something they would consider, because the moderation team 'needs to be able to vent for their mental health' (never mind that the job was not stressful except for the rest of the team committing worse behavior than the server members) and that maybe I was in fact too sensitive for the job. Benjimir heavily implied that I had become too close to Jericho and was being manipulated, managed to misgender me somehow despite my having used solely male or neutral pronouns the entire time I'd been on the server, and after relating a story in which a couple of years ago a well-liked moderator left after having the same complaints as I did (which he saw nothing at all troubling about), suggested that I should be demoted to babysitting the lore channel.

So I took some time to collect receipts, which are linked at the top of the post, and told him where to shove it.

Since that time, things have actually somehow gotten worse on Crystal RP. Benjimir posted an entire page screed vaguely talking about "rampant negativity" that stated anyone with questions should DM him.

Upon DMing him with questions, Jericho was banned, the only reason given being that he was a 'poor fit' for the server in some vague way. I was immediately banned afterwards for calling out this decision as being driven by a personal vendetta in the feedback channel and let him know afterwards via DMs in no uncertain terms that I had logged everything I needed and would be building my case (and that he is an asshole). Jericho was reinstated, though I'm not sure what the conditions of his return were as that was after my ban and I didn't ask since I didn't want to stress him out further. Benjimir also reprimanded someone for discussing asexuality, stating in a DM to them that the conversation was somehow ERP related. I called him out on this via DM as well. Tessariel was not much later caught posting my last DMs to Benjimir in an entirely unrelated server, though she didn't include the part after that where I brought up his aphobia (during Pride Month, in a server with a rainbow icon no less). Benjimir for some reason decided to suddenly start following my FC's Tumblr well after our falling-out.

And as of today (6/24), Crystal RP now has seven pages of draconian rules, because it wasn't micromanaged hard enough before or something. Notably, a lot of these rules describe behaviors that they wanted to punish Jericho for but couldn't at the time justify, or that they'd like to punish me for but have nothing they can do to me. Or they exist to justify their own behavior, as now seen in the very beginning of the channel:

"This approach also provides our volunteers with leeway to act in good faith without the burden befitting a professional occupation."

"So we afford them the means to speak openly, vent, lament, candidly and yes, sometimes crassly and raw about everything and one."

Not only did they behave unprofessionally and shit-talk before, they have now encoded in the rules that this is acceptable and even good moderator behavior, because they saw someone else do it so it's fine (a lot of this wording is very similar to what I was told when I protested it). So rather than address anything I ever said past or present, Benjimir is choosing to double down and giving himself and his team explicit permission to be shitty, right in the opening paragraphs where you'd have expected a mission statement or at least some sort of welcome.

Which is about all you need to know about that server and its owners, in my estimation. I'd considered not even posting to Tumblr about it, but given that it's only getting worse, I think it should be generally known that this is how you can expect to potentially be treated.

[rpbetter]

Hey there, check out this pinned post first!

Thanks for visiting Roleplay Better, where I believe that you can fucking do better! That kind of language, however, is why it is important for you to read this post before proceeding.

This blog and its posts are meant for an adult RPing audience; be over legal, adult age in the USA, 18+. Do not interact by submitting, asking, reblogging, commenting, or liking unless you are over eighteen years of age. By interacting with RPB or me, Vespertine, you are assumed to be following this rule. If you are breaking this rule, you will be blocked.

I have that rule because this blog can/will/does address topics inappropriate for a younger audience. Those can include, but are not limited to:

not safe for work - violence, injury, sexual language, smut, substance use

“dark topics” and themes like violence, unhealthy relationships, mental illness, trauma, graphic injury, dubious consent, substance use, and so forth addressed realistically

foul, sexual, and otherwise “Adult” language

 unpopular opinions and approaches about writing, RP, fandoms

“negativity” since literally anything can be, and my whole point here isn’t about holding back; it is likely that, at some point, in some post or another, a shoe will fit you-you need to be mature enough to handle that without taking it as a personal attack on you

images and links that may contain things inappropriate for a younger audience

this blog is founded upon the idea that fiction has reflections in reality, but that fiction does not utterly equate to reality. You should write with realism, your characters should be people in their own right, and you should absolutely be addressing many popular topics responsibly, which is to say realistically. I do not support or otherwise condone purity culture, so while realism is a big deal here, fiction = reality arguments are a no

seriously, you have no idea how fucking salty I am! I try to be fair, reasonable, and mellow with everyone, but it can and does come out.

This blog tags for common, major triggers, but it is not for those easily triggered or particularly sensitive. By proceeding, you take responsibility for yourself...like a mature adult. I expect you to utilize blacklist, unfollow, and block. Tag format is simple, it is literally just the word in most cases, with “cw” and “tw” added to particularly common things. Example, a post containing a breakdown of forms of dubcon will be tagged #dubcon #dubious consent. If that was specifically of a sexual nature, since tumblr is unfriendly to using Not Safe For Work now, I will be using #notsafe for sexual topics. In the event that this needs to change, it will be posted about, the previous tag left intact, so that you may update your blacklist.

You are always welcome to send me an ask or private message requesting a particular trigger be tagged for you. I try to check blogs I see following, especially if I follow back, so that I can tag what you require. However, I’m a person, I’m an ND, ill, busy person though, I do make mistakes!

If you find yourself desirous of telling me to tag in a hateful way, don’t. You will not be responded to with an apology and kindness. Do not be rude, it’s uncalled for when informing someone of a problem or making a request.

I will run the blog largely on a queue, and will not be following many people back. This is not personal! I just like to try to provide content at many different times, have a life elsewhere, and I am so happy that you love your fandom, but it might not be something I’ve enough interest in to have on my dash.

Don’t tumblr message me. Use the inbox or submit.

Due to recent events, I am changing this rule. It’s hard for me to receive messages unexpectedly, and I hate to imply that I’ll be able to get to these quicker because it isn’t the truth. Quicker, better responses come from the inbox. However, there have been too many incidents lately in which people needed to speak privately and had to make that a request. If you’re having a problem and need to vent, request sensitive advice, etc.? It’s alright, go ahead and drop me a PM, y’all. I’ll get back to you as soon as I am able. Please, do not be angry with me if I respond to inbox things or my queue is running! You’re important to me, I just might not have the requisite social cognition and energy you deserve at that time.

Aggressive inbox messages will be responded to in kind. I don’t care if you are on anon or not, if you haven’t an ounce of polite communication skills, I won’t have them either. This is not a “we don’t publish anon hate” blog.

I highly encourage asks and submissions on any and all RP topics, and it’s perfectly alright to be salty as fuck in them, you can totally vent here, but don’t take out your frustration on me or be demanding of me. I am always happy to help with information, advice, or just a response to your venting-it’s important to know someone is listening. However, it may take me a few days to a week to get to you, be patient. 

If you are going to vent, leave out usernames. This isn’t a callout or burnbook blog. It’s fine to state characters and fandoms, but if this becomes a problem, it’ll have to change. I don’t want this becoming a salt blog for one or two fandoms I very likely can’t even stand. Practice the fine art of alluding to things, its good experience for your writing! Besides, RPC problems are RPC problems, I promise. It might feel like it’s just your fandom, but there is something relatable in all corners.

I will not overly police comments. Keep the slurs and shit out of it, though. If there is an issue going on pertaining to a serious instance of hate speech, or behavior I, personally, deem as too inappropriate and/or immature to be taking place on my post, I will step in. Otherwise, I expect everyone to be adults in the comments and reblogs too. If you want to argue with each other, that’s your business. If you want to argue with me, I’m not sorry in advance.

Addition to the above: this is not a blog in which it will be tolerated that commentators or those submitting with the URLS are targeted for callouts, shaming, or other instances of bullying. No, I cannot make those people stop bothering you by blocking them, but the least I can do is address that by shutting down their access to this blog and it’s posts by blocking on the URLs I have for them. And I will. Fuck that “we can’t be responsible for” shit. It’s my blog, it’s my content I’m putting out there, I’m not going to just ignore shit like what went down over on COAR, thanks. Not. Cool.

This is definitely not a place for:

people who think giving muses labels, including top/bottom “dynamics,” is a good substitute for character traits, personality, and development

those with no reading comprehension skills

folks dependent upon aesthetics and aesthetics-based purple prose as filler for actual writing

anti-original character/just wants to fuck a FC or canon character club, get the fuck out immediately

y’all who see writing as an obstacle to getting down to action, be that smut, drama, or fight scenes...it’s literally a writing hobby

politics, any manner of phobe or ism, violent/non-inclusive feminists, purity/rpc/fandom/content police of any manner, and exactly any manner of racism, sexism, or religious intolerance - I give not a shit if it’s popular to hate the straights, for example, I neither believe in nor tolerate reactionary classifying of any group as blanket-statement evil

people who are going to tack onto my posts shit like, “it’s okay, OP, you can say x character.” Trust me, if I were talking about one character, I fucking would name drop them, don’t bring me into your fandom drama, I doubt I know or want to know who that anime guy is who looks like 12 other anime guys to me.

About Vespertine

You can call me that, Vespertine. I’d rather you didn’t go with Vesper, but as it is unfortunately so likely to happen, I won’t feed you to the dogs over it either. RPB Mun is also acceptable.

I’m alright with either she/her or he/him, they/them is also fine. Apparently, that was big enough clue-in for the poor reading comp crowd, so while I feel it is not of importance, I’m nonbinary, yes.

Late 30′s, chronically ill but still working adult with neurodivergence. I’m both busy and Busy, and always sick. This limits my brain power and ability to be here. I have an active RP blog that I won’t be sharing to keep responsible distance. That is always going to be my priority, it is my primary hobby.

Please, don’t tumblr message me totally random things if we don’t have that kind of relationship! I’m too ill and busy, and it really fucks my nerves to have a bunch of messages/have to suddenly interact socially with people. Don’t do it. Use my inbox, use the submit, comment on posts. I cannot do random messages of “hey” and so forth.

I only do written RP, don’t expect me to understand much of anything from tabletop. I’ve RPed for the last 23 years consistently, on every platform from AOL chats to forums to messengers and here. I also don’t do RP in discord, so I’m sorry, but I can’t advise you much on anything with a word count, except to stop it for serious RP. Other than that, I promise you that I’ve seen the trends, the drama, the fandoms. I can give a lot of advice and perspective on a wide range of topics, situations, and characters! When I don’t have a clue at all, I’ll try to do enough research to give you an answer.

Do I come off as a horrible, strict asshole? I do! I’m not going to say that I am just a shy bean who is more scared of you than you are me. I’m not. I’m honestly feral, but have common decency, compassion, and sense. All of which are lacking in the general RPC. So, if you can inbox/common/otherwise interact with anyone else on this site, you can totally handle me!

Honesty and openness are policies.

And in the spirit of that, I repeat; you can fucking do better, tumblr RPC!

[we-always-hit-our-ass]

I'm a big sucker for our Doc Roe.... if you want to HC/drabble me something cute and fluffy for him I would be forever indebted to you! :) LOVE YOUR WORK!!

well that makes the two of us- i fucking adore doc roe and i need believe he needs more content made about him. but holy shit- thank you so much, im so glad that you love my work! 💞💕😩

i also want to thank you for requesting this @sherlollydramoine!!💞💞

Words: 1.5k (uuhh might be a little bit more than a few hundred words??)

Warnings: None, surprisingly- i mean it is just fluff with our cajun bby so-

this was one of the ideas i came up with and i even chatted with @floydtab about the idea. so now, i think this is a great opportunity for me to write about it!

Taglist: @floydtab, @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi, @noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @hufflepuffpancakes​, @hihosilvers​, @rayleighshughes, @wexhappyxfew

Familiar (Eugene Roe x Reader)

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You didn’t know what made this medic so familiar. You just couldn’t place your finger on it. You felt like you’ve seen him before. You just… Didn’t know where. Was it his face, his dark hair, his lidded eyes, red nose, or his tendencies to be distant and quiet? 

You still didn’t know, but you definitely knew that all of him enraptured you.  Just looking at him gave you a sense of nostalgia and memories of a certain boy popped up in your mind.

You could practically remember Eugene Roe from Bayou Chene like yesterday. He was your best friend and you two were practically attached to the hip. 

Eugene was a shy kid that mostly kept to himself, but he seemed to loosen up around you. He was sweet in his own way, and he was literally a gem you were glad to have found.

You met him when you were six and he was 8. He caught your eye with his shy yet steady demeanor and you approached him with a bright grin on your face. You enjoyed spending time with him, and he enjoyed spending time with you. 

You were glad to have been his friend, for you two shared many moments together. A fond smile was brought on your face as you specifically remembered one particular memory you had of him.

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You were seated at the edge of the cement sidewalk, while Eugene was crouched in front of you with a worried look in his eyes. You sniffled lightly and the tears in your eyes have long dried after Eugene showed up.

“Did you really hurt yourself again, (Y/N)?”

“I didn’t mean to- You know that, Genie.”

“I feel like you’re doing this on purpose so I can give more ice cream.”

“It was an accident, I swear!”

Eugene pulled out a bandaid from his pocket and he gingerly laid it upon your wound. You winced a bit but Eugene was there to hold your hand. You gave him a grateful smile and the dark-haired boy gave a small grin in return. 

It was sweet of him, really. No matter how many times you’ve hurt or injured yourself, Eugene will always still treat you the best he can. 

Gene always made sure to carry extra bandages around and after you were patched up, you and Gene would try to find the nearest ice cream truck so you two could delight yourselves with the cold desert.

The two of you were seated along the side of the road, ice cream cones in hand. The tune of the ice cream truck faded away as it drove off and the two of you were left alone to sit peacefully on the curb. 

Your (E/C) eyes glanced where ever, and your little misfortune was long forgotten as you and Gene ate. As you finished your ice cream you stared contemplatively at your friend for a few seconds with your chin rested on your palm. 

You looked at him curiously as you pursed your lips in thought. Gene turned from his ice cream and he gave you a questioning look and the corners of your mouth turned upward.

“You know, Genie, with the way you’re treating me, I think you’d make a good doctor when you grow up.”

Gene scoffed lightly as he rolled his eyes in a comic manner. He turned away from you to look forward and slightly shook his head, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips. You move your body to face Eugene and you give him another inquiring look which makes him to cast a small smile. 

“Why, what is it, Roe?”

“I just find it funny that you think I’m going to be a doctor when I grow up. I think I’d rather be anything else.”

“No I’m serious, Genie. If you ever do become a doctor, I know that you’ll be the best one in town. Perhaps in the whole entire country if you try hard enough.”

He smirked lightly and the two of you averted your eyes from each other. You two got lost in your thoughts and the smile on your faces were replaced by a more serene expression. 

The breeze carried the conversation away, the ice cream devoured and long gone.  Both of you sat in silence, apparently too focused on your surroundings to feel that your fingers were intertwined with his.

And also apparently too focused to notice the spark that you two most definitely shared.

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As you look back on your memories of the Cajun boy, you hear faint footsteps approaching your direction and you slowly turn your gaze to whoever was coming your way. Your (E/C) eyes widened for a split second as they landed on the medic who coincidentally looked like and reminded you of Eugene. 

“Hey, are you alright? You’ve been standing there for a while now.”

There it was- His voice. It brought you out of your temporary stupor and it sounded exactly like the boy you were currently thinking of. The medic’s was deeper of course, but the accent and the undertones of care in his voice were the same as your childhood friend’s. 

You didn’t personally know who this medic was, but you could already feel some sort of connection to him. 

You stood up quickly and you brushed any lingering dust or dirt on your trousers and soon your full attention was on the medic. He seemed to be scrutinizing you and his eyes were focused on your being. You were confused, of course, but you decided to continue and answer his question.

“Oh- yeah, I’m sorry. I was just about to go back anyways-”

“(Y/N)?”

“Well, that’s my name, how did you kn-”

You stopped speaking as your mind seemed to piece everything together, and it all just hit you like a bolt of lightning. Recognition lit up in your eyes and a soft gasp left your lips.

It’s… It’s Eugene. No wonder why you felt like you knew him- It all made sense now. But how were you so clueless to not even recognize your childhood friend? 

Your mouth hung open as you stared at Eugene in complete shock. Before you knew it you threw yourself forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. Warmth and joy surrounded you and you pulled Eugene closer.

You never realized how actually long it has been since you two had last seen each other. It felt so distant and the faded memories weren’t enough. But Eugene is right in front of you now, and you couldn’t help but to sink yourself deeper into his touch.

“I thought I’d never see you again, (Y/N)...”

Eugene’s deep and soft voice and accent rang out in the air, and the atmosphere soon became nothing but phlegmatic. His soft grip left goosebumps through your uniform and the blinding smile on your face somehow shone even brighter.

“You thought you could get rid of me that easily?”

You spoke teasingly into his uniform and you could feel Eugene’s arms wrapping around you as well. His hold never wavered, and the feeling of comfort you got from his touch never changed either.

 You could feel your eyes watering up from pure and utter joy and you let out a few soft sniffles. You pulled your face to look at Eugene with glossy eyes and he gave you a tender grin.

In no time, you both sat on the rummage of the destroyed buildings as you both conversed about the war and old memories you both kept safe in the back of your heads. The fact that Eugene still retained the personality he had from nine years astounded and relieved you. 

Smiles and a few light chuckles were shared between you two. It almost also seemed like you two were never separated in the first place. Time flew fast and it had already been a couple of hours since you and Eugene sat down to catch up with each other.

“Remember what you said, Genie?”

“Hm? What was it, (Y/N)?”

“I remember you saying that you’d never become a doctor, Gene. I mean, you’re not exactly a doctor, but a combat medic is pretty damn close, huh?”

“Well, to be fair, I never said anything about me not becoming a combat medic.”

Eugene pulled out a light smirk and he breathed a sigh. His dark eyes focused on your face and his heart started to beat rapidly. Like some sort of magnetic force, you and Eugene slowly start to inch closer, until both of your shoulders were touching.

Eugene’s calloused hand gingerly went out to hold yours as you both looked at the sun set behind the debris and broken buildings. He tenderly laced his fingers with yours and held on to it for as long as he could. 

It was exactly like that moment you two shared all those years ago. Except, this time, you two weren’t too focused on your environment to overlook the spark and attraction that you two held for each other. 

This time, you both finally acknowledged it and welcomed it with open arms.

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holy fucking shit- i’m sorry for taking so long on your request! i just really wanted to make sure that things were good for you and i might or might not have gotten carried away with this- 💞💞

but ahhh hopefully everyone who reads this enjoyed it! thank you, thank you, thank you so much you guys! 😩💞💕💕💕💕💕

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Bailey!

You have been accepted for the role of ROSLALIA CLEARWATER with the facelaim change of Im Jinah! We were so excited to see someone interested in Rosalia. We think she’s such a multi-faceted character and you really brought her in life in your application. We cannot wait to see how her appearance back to the Order will change the dynamics here! Welcome to the roleplay!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Bailey - she/her

AGE: 26

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I work full time so usually I’ll be on in the evenings and weekends. If I had to wager a guess, I’d say I should be able to get on around 3 times a week.

ANYTHING ELSE: triggers - animal abuse/cruelty/torture.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Rosalia Clearwater

AGE: 30 - December 12, 1951

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Female | She/Her | Bisexual

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Gryffindor

ANY CHANGES: Requesting a FC change from Jamie Chung to Im Jinah

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

 (tw: minor self harm)

PERSONALITY:

You know those girls you hear about - the ones that grew up with scrapes on their knees and branches in their hair, with wild smiles and honey sweet laughter? No concept of fear, the kind of girl who embraced everything the world threw at her with her feet planted firmly on the ground. Rosalia was once that girl - always ready to speak up and defend those that need defending, quick to fight and just as quickly settle down into a discussion.

She liked to have an understanding of those around her, how they thought and what drove them. It was maybe a more Ravenclaw trait but she found most confrontations didn’t escalate to the same extent if she heard someone out.

Not that she didn’t have opinions - she knew what she believed in and would do research to help support her ideas. Sometimes she’d get fixated on one idea and hold fast to it, that Gryffindor stubbornness settling into her veins. It would take examples and sources to change her mind at that point, not just an opinion. Of course, when it’s the minority (half-breeds and muggle born) there aren’t always the official resources to back up their experiences - biases run rampant throughout history.

She is a natural born leader and teacher - being the eldest of 4 definitely helped her develop those skills. It showed in her classes too - the ease with which she answered questions and how she would help others around her who were struggling, usually regardless of house. The Slytherin’s usually didn’t ask for help from her but if it happened, her answers were usually a little more clipped and there was a distrust in her eyes that wasn’t present with other houses.

Rosalia could definitely be rash in her decisions, jumping into a fight or conversation without knowing all the details. Most of the trouble she landed in was because she didn’t look before leaping.

She has learned over time to not only listen to what people are saying, but what they are not saying. Gaps in information and missing links usually mean something is fishy and she will never hesitate to prod a little if she feels there’s more to be said.

What do they struggle with?

As a child, she would ask question after question, regardless of how appropriate they were and without any regard for tact. The teachers in her muggle schools tried to train her out of it but it wasn’t until she went to Hogwarts that she truly began to see people from all walks of life and how her questions might affect someone. It was also the first place where her punishments stuck - detention in the muggle world would never compare to scrubbing out cauldrons for hours on end or polishing trophies until her hands were red and raw.

Over time, those relentless questions turned into a love of debate and she would eagerly

argue wixen politics or the rights of certain people or why the colour purple was clearly superior over all other colours. It was fun and it always felt like a contest and she did have a love of winning.

Her biggest struggle came around after she was hit by the curse. It wasn’t like breaking a bone, where the pain was immediate and overwhelming and recovery was slow going but the healing was obvious. No, this curse was more insidious - a dark mark forming on her bicep and over time spreading down to her fingers until her veins were dark and her fingertips black.

Slowly losing the mobility of her wand arm was debilitating - the magic thrummed in her veins but she wasn’t able to cast it, to release it to the world. And then one day, she woke up and couldn’t feel anything where the darkness was - no fizzy thrum of magic, no pinpricks of her sewing needles, not even the sensation as she dragged her sharpest knife along her forearm.

After fleeing Britain and the war, it took a very long time for Rosalia to be able to sleep through the night without dreaming of the night that sent her life into a tailspin. Even now, after all the work she put into her rehabilitation, a big part of her still doesn’t believe she will be able to be of use to the Order. What good is a wix with one good arm and unresolved trauma to an organization that is trying to save the wixen world?

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY: 

Growing up, she never knew her father. Her mother, Vanessa Clearwater, rarely talked about him other than to say that he was a muggle and they were better off without him. It was the same with the rest of her sisters - all of them had a different father, always muggle, and never present. Any time they would ask after any of their absent fathers, Vanessa would snap and send them off to do chores until they were exhausted.

It was a strict upbringing but not unpleasant by any stretch of the imagination. Vanessa instilled in each of them a sense of worth and confidence that would be hard to shake. Magic was intermittent among the girls: Rosalia was magical from the age of three, Violette didn’t manifest anything until her 8th birthday, Alysum was the late bloomer of all of them - her letter came as a surprise and her first year was a struggle, but she did manage to manifest magic. Her magic was always the weakest. And Poppy never showed any aptitude for magic. This meant that her entire family doted upon her and did their best to include her whenever they could, but there were some times that Poppy was excluded despite their best efforts.

Vanessa Clearwater: Mother

Rosalia Clearwater: Eldest

Violette Clearwater: 2nd born

Alysum Clearwater: 3rd born

Poppy Clearwater: 4th born

OCCUPATION: 

Rosalia doesn’t currently have an occupation. Before she fled Britain, she was a full time member of the Order and devoted all her time to the cause. Once she was set up in Brazil, she picked up a waitressing job in a muggle restaurant to pay for her rent and food. Now though, as she steps out into the familiar gloomy atmosphere of London, she has nothing. No occupation, no home - she’s not even sure if she’s still a member of the Order.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER: What is their purpose in the Order? How do they feel about the organization within a failing war? Remember, the Order is also an illegal vigilante organization and that can be difficult for characters to navigate.

It was her home. She was a defender, a light against the evils of the world and now she was nothing. A burden to the people she once called family and a liability if she were ever caught. The guilt haunts her - knowing the risk her actions and memory could have.

And still…some part of her wants to be welcomed back, to rejoin the people she loves. Time is short and survival isn’t guaranteed - the gut wrenching article she read in the Prophet confirmed that. The darkness was spreading and she had to get back out there on the front lines…even if it meant her death.

Penance by sacrifice - could she ever make it up to the Order for leaving? If not..she would give her life for those that hadn’t fallen. She would do all she could to pass on what she’d learned to other members of the Order but, as far as she was concerned, her life was tainted and although she was ready to fight, she knew that her life wasn’t worth the same as someone like James Potter.  

SURVIVAL: 

She fled to Brazil and for a while, could not practice her magic at all. Each spell was a fight and every time she reached for it, it felt tired and lethargic. She got set up in a muggle beach side town and started working in a restaurant to make enough to live. She’s going back to Britain now and to be honest, doesn’t intend to survive. Her survival is no longer on the table - the survival of the Light is all that matters now.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Fragile, non-existent, shattered - coming back, she doesn’t expect any sort of warm welcome. She misses them all though, her heart aching every time she thought of back home, thought of sending another owl, of just picking up and going back to the friends and family she once knew. But her dreams are haunted by their scorn, by their betrayal and she finds herself cowering away in her small bachelor room.

Moody - he was her friend, suspicious and rough and always on edge but someone she could trust with her life. And now….well, if he didn’t hex her on sight, she would think it was a miracle. If she could just talk with him, explain why she left how she did…maybe he’d at least give her the time of day.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: 

Note that there are no planned endgame ships set in this roleplay. There are a few characters who are in romantic relationships at the start of the game, but it will be up to players to decide if those relationships can survive the war. This question does not guarantee that any ship will happen, it is merely for fellow players to see where your interest might lie.

Really, anything organic. Will have to work through trauma - doesn’t intend to survive war - why make long term commitments? Open to old flames/exes as well, if we want to establish something from Hogwarts time or from before she fled the country. Could be almost anyone in Hogwarts time and after that time, anyone who was part of the Order. Would never have a relationship with a known death eater - I am down for twists and subterfuge and betrayal though along those lines.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Rosalia definitely has some biases that she got while attending Hogwarts. Competitive by nature, it only made sense to her that of course Gryffindors were better than Slytherins. You only had to look at how the Quidditch games went or where the Slytherin common room was located - the dungeons were creepy and gross and those thoughts just translated over to the students who lived there.

As time went on and she slowly had smaller courses with more classmates from different houses, her immediate disgust and distrust began to go away. She was more likely to treat her fellow Slytherin classmates with respect and even joked around with them, but if she ran into unfamiliar Slytherins in the halls, her gaze would harden and that suspicion would filter back in.

She’s grown a fair bit since her school days and having travelled, does understand that you can’t judge someone based on how they were sorted or who they were at a young age. Still, there are some microaggressions she can’t shake and it takes a purposeful thought process to correct herself when she notices them.

Muggles - Rosalia has two different trains of thoughts when it comes to non-magical folk. The first one is based on Poppy - the baby of the family and someone who needs to be protected. She doesn’t have the luxury of magic to rely on and she struggled a little more compared to the rest of her family. If Rosalia had to compare, she would say it was most similar to seeing a puppy on the side of the road in a box that needed a home.

The other train of thought stems from what Vanessa has told her about her father. How he didn’t want to be a part of her life, how unreliable he was, how much better off they are without him. It’s normal for muggle parents to be absent from their child’s life and Vanessa didn’t want that for any of her kids.

Living among muggles hasn’t warmed Rosalia’s heart to them. If anything, the resentful side of her has grown - working in a customer service role has shown her the worst side muggles have to offer.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? 

Honestly, I was looking around different roleplays on tumblr and I really loved the premise of this group. I also liked how the plot drops really incorporated all characters involved and seems to include everyone.

I’ve also kept thinking about this group after I messaged the main a month ago about the potential FC change. I literally couldn’t get Rosalia out of my head.

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

I really like the idea of exploring the trauma and PTSD that Rosalia has and how this will affect her return to the Order. I also like the idea of her not succeeding when she initially returns and forcing her to deal with some of the trauma she’s been avoiding.

I also love the idea of getting her to a place where she can produce a full bodied patronus again as she hasn’t been able to since she was hit by the curse.

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THE WIDOW

Name: Lillian Liu Zhou

Age: 29

Pronouns: she/her

FC: Xu Lu

BIOGRAPHY

Things have always been easy for her. Graced with an unparalleled beauty and a matching pair of brains, she was lethal to all who met her. Since infancy, people waltzed and ran around her like a pack of overenthusiastic puppies, jumping to her every whim, her every request. While her family was not among the wealthiest elite, they were wealthy enough to be able to care and spoil their little girl as much as it was possible and socially acceptable - and without turning her into a spoiled brat. However, that did not mean she didn't turn out with an inflated sense of ego which followed both her looks and her intelligence ; and how could she not think highly of herself when everyone around her kept reminding her how beautiful and special she was - a real diamond in her father’s household. But, while diamonds are strong enough to sustain every breaking and cutting, she wasn’t as strong or resilient as the gem people kept comparing her to. In fact, all that arrogance and an inflated sense of self worth had been nothing more than a mask, a pretence - something that kept people out of her head and out of her heart. 

She was aware of the necessity to keep her emotions in check and to appear as cold and emotionless as ice - after all, it was a pattern learnt from her mother, the very queen of frost. While her parents’ marriage wasn’t unhappy or loveless, it was sometimes rather rocky - but it wasn’t her parents who taught her she should shield herself. Witnessing countless of her mother’s friends crying to her mother about their cheating, or gambling, or alcoholic husbands, she realised just how fragile she herself was - her heart shattering in sympathy for the women who came crying, came confiding in her mother. It was there and then that she vowed never to be hurt by a man, never to love anyone, if only to protect herself from the heartache. But, life was riddled with irony and cruelty, and it wasn’t too long after the vow’s been made that she met her future husband - and completely and utterly fell in love. By all accounts and witnesses, it was a loving, gentle and downright perfect union, a match made in Heaven. But, it was the devil who had the final say in it, and it was the devil who tore them apart, fully ruining her in the process.

It wasn’t just the emotional ruination that fell upon the young widow - it was a social one, as well. Thanks to the help of chattering ladies and the gossiping hags spying on her every movement, a rumour started to circulate that she was responsible for her husband’s untimely death. Some vowed they'd seen her poison him, pour quicksilver in his cup of tea, some said she sold her soul and it was the devil who did him in, and some said it was an old curse which got to him. The widow had to suffer through weeks of ill tongues and gossip, being shunned by the society which fawned upon her - and fawn they still did, but due to the rumours and her new status as a widow, men turned a lot more vocal in their… affections for her. She ignored them and scowled, baring her teeth - they thought the worst of her, without any evidence, so why should she not turn into a shrew? The vision of ice and frost, she surpassed her mother in imitating an emotionless iceberg - but, everything passes with time and the rumours about her dimmed down and came to a stop when the first murder was committed. Now, she stares at them with an arched eyebrow, apathetic and disinterested, unafraid and cold - and they remain none the wiser to the heartbreak and despair in her soul.

THE GHOST

If it could feel something other than hunger and primeval rage, it would probably feel sorry for her. It’s dark eyes remain trained upon her silhouette, quietly growling at everyone who approaches her - it is a shame no one can actually hear it growl, no one could hear the curses leaving it’s rotten mouth. It feels possessive over the young widow - her regret and the melancholia she’s drowning in are so delicious, so nutritious, that it no longer needs to flutter around various households looking to sate it’s perpetual hunger.

CONNECTIONS

THE MEDIUM: She is one of her closest friends. It was a friendship struck with ease and comfort, and the medium has helped her a lot in dealing with her husband’s death. She taught her that life and death intertwines and that it’s not the dead who ought to be pitied, but the living, who must continue to exist with memories and feelings, until the cycle of another life wipes them clean of it. She is aware that the medium is one of the rare few people who don’t believe she’s got anything to do with her late husband’s untimely demise, and she considers herself lucky to have a friend like her. 

THE ALCHEMIST: She is the more recent connection, the more recent friend. They started seeing each other a few weeks before her husband’s death, and perhaps that’s what coaxed the London society to view her as a murderer. The alchemist helped brew a few calming, sedating concoctions for her whenever she feels on an edge, and for that reason she knows that the older woman is one of those who might suspect she’s had a hand in her husband’s death. It’s a revelation that stings, but she’s used to disappointments by now. 

THE JOURNALIST: With the help of the woman, she’s become the talk of London - and its greatest sensation, before the murders started. The journalist always sticks her nose in other people’s business, and while she doesn’t feel guilty, she resents the woman for tarnishing her reputation and branding her as someone who effortlessly poisoned her husband. Now, whenever she sees her, she fights the urge to curl her lip in disgust and anger - showing her emotion in front of someone whose job is to exploit any weakness, is the last thing she would ever do.

THE SAILOR: She hasn’t seen him since she married his brother - only a few weeks after their wedding, he set sail and hasn’t docked in London ever since. She’s heard his ship was seen in the docks and she dreads meeting up with him. It’s only a matter of time before he comes knocking at her door and she isn’t as naive as to think he hadn’t heard of the rumours about his brother’s early death - or the rumours about the londoners’ favourite suspect. She wonders how she could explain her situation and clear the rumours - men aren’t exactly calm and understanding creatures.

THE WIDOW IS PLAYED BY ANNIE

[fae-fire]

Qesh-Rae, Mystel Seer and Druid

basics ––––

NAME: Qesh-Rae AGE: 24 RACE: Mystel on the First Shard GENDER: Non-binary, they/them, androgynous presenting SEXUALITY: Pansexual MARITAL STATUS: Single, not looking SERVER: Balmung

physical appearance ––––

HAIR: Dark red, like fire. There are hints of lighter shades of red and gold in their hair too. Their hair extends past their shoulders and is usually adorned with gems and feathers. Some chunks are longer than others as Qesh cuts their own hair with a knife, so it’s not the neatest.  EYES: Light grey-blue, almost white. Missing one. They cut it out to feed to a bird. HEIGHT: 5’3” BUILD: Small frame, lanky with more of a lean cut to them. They are by no means frail but they don’t doesn’t look like they’d do well in a fight…but they are built for speed and agility, not a fistfight. DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tattoos across their body and face. Almost clan-like, but the lines intersect around gems inlayed in their skin. The tattoos are magic in nature, mimicking the leylines of their body. When they learn a new spell, a new tattoo is added. COMMON ACCESSORIES: Jewelry on their wrists and ankles, bits of feathers hang from their hair and clothes and ears. Sometimes they may wear so much jewelry that it clanks together when they walk. They carry a ceremonial sword. It’s purely just that. It has never seen battle.

personal –––-

PROFESSION: Tribal Mystel. Seer of prophetic visions and divinations of the past through people and objects. Village odd-ball and prophet, though rarely they are visited and have taken to wandering and poacher murdering. Druid. HOBBIES: Playing a wooden flute, charcoal painting, talking to birds, annoying people, studying magic and the land, herbs. Bird worship LANGUAGES: Common, their tribe’s language RESIDENCE: Rak’tika Greatwood, originally from the east on the First Shard but their tribe along with the council of tribes relocated to the Rak’Tika during the great flood. FEARS: A new moon, not dreaming at night, their power disappearing, snakes, shoes (wearing them), eating meat

relationships –––-

SPOUSE: None. CHILDREN: None. PARENTS: Birth parents are alive, but not of consequence SIBLINGS: None. OTHERS: Traveling with Tatch-Koa

traits –––-

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded /open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

additional information –––-

SMOKING HABIT:

never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS:

never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL:

never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

In-Depth Details –––-

Aesthetically, I will be pulling from fire, etherial scenes, birds like hawks and owls, some gaelic druidism with some shinto and buddhist inspiration (thanks, dad >.>). Additionally, I will pull from nature, witchcraft, autumn colors, and other things of the like.

Qesh is a seer and druid. They have visions of the past and present and can divine from objects. They have no name for this ability or why it occurs but because of it, they have a specific, special place in their tribe. They’ve always had this divination ability, as long as they can remember. Their tribe is very magic and mystic based, and a lot of their druid-like magic comes from the markings on their body. Each symbol can invoke a specific element. Some can even summon small weapons made from their own aether. They have a small gem set into their forearm as a channel for such magic.

Qesh’s tribe reveres animals as gods, each one serving a different purpose in the world. Qesh in particular has a specific affinity for birds.

With their seer abilities and affinity for birds, Qesh–in a quest for more power–cut out their own eye and fed it to either a hawk or an owl (haven’t decided which yet). With that, they can transfer some of their own aether to that bird. They can use the bird to scout or spy ahead and see through its eyes.

Qesh’s tribe was originally not from the main continent, but further out where the Far East on the map would be in the woods their. Their tribe’s religious beliefs mirror a bit of shinto and buddhist beliefs. However, with the great flood Qesh’s tribe fled to the area around the Rak'tika Greatwood closer to where Tatch’s tribe.

Due to their tribal belief and their own connection with animals, Qesh doesn’t take lightly to poaching or killing of animals. They eat entirely plant-based (they’re vegan haha), and if they come into possession of animal remains, they will deal with them as one might deal with human remains with proper burial. Despite their own beliefs, if traveling with someone outside their tribe, while they won’t eat meat they will make sure that all the parts of the animal see use. Qesh won’t hesitate to hunt down poachers and those that defile and tread on sacred land and will kill them.

Qesh does have a bit of a morally superior, “I’m better than thou” attitude about their view of their world. Their visions, natural gift for magic and “connection to the world” make them believe that they are always right. That they can do no wrong and that they have the answer to any problem–or will be able to come up with the right answer if they can get a moment to think of one.

Due to Qesh’s attitude, they don’t deal with failure well and have been known to be driven to do some….pretty insane things to either stop their bad visions, make sure better visions come true and keep things on or off the path they foresaw.

Despite their prophet-like nature, I don’t see Qesh being very well liked in their tribe. They would be someone who people would go to for an emergency but not because they want to interact with them. They would be seen as very strange. And they are.

Qesh would be the type to randomly wander around, fall asleep in random places. Not wear shoes ever. Their movements would be eerily graceful, almost haunted.

In regards to their tattoos. Since it’s all magic, they’d add tattoos as new spells came to their mind. One spell I want is one that can shift their form to small/medium-sized animals like wolves, dogs, birds, etc. it’d be a difficult spell and one for extreme circumstances.

They cannot travel to the source.

what I’m looking for ––––

Anything really, though this is more of a profile post than actually LOOKING for new RP since I am busy IRL. I’d like to delve in to some plot based rp a bit more, make some connections, friends, enemies, contacts. Not looking for ships. I am open to other mystel RPers reaching out for headcanons and plotting, but I am not open for RP at the moment. 

oocly, I am ––––

A nerd who Rps? Mostly darker RP that gets in on mature themes, etc.

I have a 9-5 job, pacific time and I run and exercise regularly. Replies from me won’t be instant.

I am a multi-paragraph RPer. I will usually match who I am RPing with, but I DO type a lot. You have been warned!! I don’t do one-line RP. If that is your style and you are annoyed by multiple paragraphs, I may not be the right partner for you.  

I do a lot of darker RP with a lot of questionable themes. I am not the person to go to for tavern RP and constant casual RP. While Qesh can be social, I do have an FC for lighter RP and that’s not what I am looking for.

My rules for RP are still being made, but you can call me Rae. Pronouns are they/them.

you can contact me via ––

Tumblr DM. Discord upon request. Contacting me in game is not a good idea probably since I’m either afk or offline a lot.

@crystalxivrp @balmungrp @@mooglemeet

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Congratulations, RACH! You’ve been accepted for the role of JULIET with an approved FC change to Ashika Pratt. Admin Rosey: I'm doing a happy dance right now because we finally have a Juliet back in our midst - our lovely, shining principessa has returned back to us again! Rach, your application was so enjoyable to read. It has the soft, melodic cadence of Juliana throughout the interview and laid a great foundation for her growth and development. There was an ease to it that I absolutely adored and I cannot wait to see how she will come to life on the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Rach

Age | 20

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | 8.5 ; These quarantimes are doing  wonders for my activity levels.

Timezone | PST

How did you find the rp?  | See below!

Current/Past RP Accounts | Ahhh, so I actually played Delilah FOREVER ago @delilahbello and applied for Halcyon a while back! I know I’ve been in and out of rping for a while, but I literally have so much love for Diverona & it has such a special place in my heart I thought I might try my hand at another character. But if you wanted a more recent account I have @zubeidakhan!

IN CHARACTER

Character | Juliet; Juliana Arina Capulet  (Could I request a FC change to Ashika Pratt and an age up to 26? )

Juliana - “youthful.”

Arina - “peace”

Capulet- “determined, or head-strong”

What drew you to this character? |

I think there’s something to be said about characters that stand the test of time. The very concept of Juliet Capulet has transcended centuries, but I find there’s something particularly alluring about this modern iteration of her. In Juliana. I see this aforementioned transcendence. I see a girl who’s on the cusp of something big-- and I cannot help but be consumed by  a desire to sink my teeth into her complexities and uncover every nook and cranny she has to offer. Juliana is, after all, a girl who’s been forced to grow comfortable with toeing the line between certainty and the great unknown. Yet, beyond that line, I see something much sturdier. I am drawn to Juliet in that I see her as less of a dainty flower and more of a spider’s web (though it is fascinating how morning dew collects on both). It seems to be a recurring tragedy that girls who like flowers and pretty things are often mistaken for being merely that. But with Julianaa, I’m attracted to her haunting, persistent strength, a beauty that is equal parts aching, stubbornness, and gilded thorns. 

I am drawn to the weaving of Juliana’s web-- her paradoxes, if you will. Humans are, after all, paradoxical creatures.  She has loved just as much as she has lost (and she resents with equal rigor). She has the world in her hands, but remains uncontent, her heart bursting at the seams. Pride, compassion, loyalty, obsession-- they all coexist within Juliana manifesting in the form of her ambitions, motivations, and sense of self. Juliana is no stranger to blood and yet hate feels so foreign to her. Her sweetness does not precede her dedication nor her obedience. Juliana feels the weight of the world upon her shoulders, but charges forward unflinchingly. 

And above all, while perhaps cliche, it is love that draws me to Juliana. There is something Machiavellian about Juliana. Not the ‘ends justify the means’ Machiavelli that has been ingrained into our cultural misunderstanding of the man and his philosophies, but rather the Machiavelli who wrote and acknowledged the power of Cupid’s bow. The Machiavelli who loved his wife in a time where love before marriage was a relatively modern idea. The Machiavelli who understood the reach of a beloved leader. Needless to say, there are so many aspects of Juliana’s character that I adore, I would be delighted to play her if given the chance!

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? | 

One. 

I imagine Juliana’s mother passed away when Juliana was quite young. Young enough for memories to futilely slip away, old enough to mourn and remember her loss. I see Juliana craving for good memories of her mother, just as she aches for the approval of mother’s ghost, a ghost which evades her like wisps of wind slipping through her dainty fingers the moment she's managed a secure grip. I see her as wishing she had more of her mother to replay within her mind like film-- the fire in her smile, the warmth of her embrace, her laughter like melody on a warm, summer day-- but alas, I think Juliana’s found herself trapped with something far more icy-- the frigid image of gaunt woman helplessly falling away from this world and into the next. 

Because of this, I imagine Juliana  still hasn’t come to terms with the fact that she will never know her mother in her prime. It remains the one hollow in her heart, so with all that said, I would love to explore how she attempts to fill that part of herself through her relationships with the other meaningful people in her life.  With her father, I think that she finds blood loyalty. I love the notion of delving into Juliana being both a daughter in the singular (Cosimo’s daughter) and the daughter of the collective (Verona’s daughter). Then again, perhaps it speaks volumes that she sees her father as Verona itself. With this, I want to explore what does blood loyalty mean to Juliana? This is blood loyalty, that very thing that constantly inspires the darkest parts of hers-- frustration, fury, and desperation. Perhaps it ought to be said that even desperation requires ‘lighter’ traits like hope and fealty, but is there a breaking point for Juliana? Does love bolster or shatter her loyalty? Either way, I think that the answers to these questions will guide Juliana’s actions moving forward and would provide an interesting challenge to her character.

Two.

As for the other major figures in her life, Vivianne is arguably her most obvious maternal figure, which is why I think it would be interesting to explore how she seeks a mother’s wisdom and experience from someone who isn’t her blood. I am fascinated by what drove her initial resistance to Vivianne-- was it merely a child’s mourning or perhaps was it foreshadowing that her loyalty is more complicated and pliable than what meets the eye. While I could envision Juliana being played either way (most likely a combination both ways), Juliana’s relationship with Vivianne is a fascinating fixture of her character that I would love to delve deeper into. I think there is much to be learned for Vivianne in the ways of both womanhood and business (though I suspect they are far from separate entities). Vivianne has been a fierce advocate for Juliana, something she’s immensely grateful for, but I would like to see Juliana learn how to advocate for herself. How does the Capulet heiress give weight to her words-- is it the fulfillment of promises? Or better yet, is it the threat of something dangerous to come?

As for Rafaella, Tiberius, and Priam (and possibly even Roman) I cannot help but root for Juliana in her quest to find understanding in this lonesome world. Here is Juliana Capulet, surrounded by people but still so incredibly alone. Such a sweet, vivacious girl ought not to be as lonely as she is. I think that there is a part of Juliana has equated love and understanding. But where love can be evasive and consuming, temporary understanding is achievable. For Juliana it is found in small, kind deeds and shared life experience, but I would love to explore this on a larger scale. How do these tangible aspects of generally abstract concepts apply to Juliana’s unestablished relationships? I think there are many themes to explore there-- generational similarities, shared loss, forgiveness, ect. How do each of these external factors affect her internal sense of duty and loyalty? 

Three. 

Finally, I would like to see Juliana confronted by her privilege. Juliana is a girl born heiress to an empire, free from any want, and while her life has been far from ideal, I would like to see Juliana in a position where her fortune and name loses its relevance. While I suspect that in such a situation. Juliana would be moved to cling on to her faith in love even more, I do wonder if Juliana would take such an opportunity to relieve herself of the burdensome weight of being an heiress, even if only momentarily.  Alternatively, on the topic of love and burdens, I do wonder, how Juliana would grapple with the choice between love and loyalty. Just as she has equalized love and understanding, one of Juliana's biggest blindspots is that she has mistaken love and loyalty to be synonymous, when in fact they are arguably quite contradictory. While she sees herself as loyal to love, I would love to explore Juliana’s mindset as she’s forced to reckon with the two as opposing forces. It’s niave of Juliana to believe her loyalty is enough and I think there’s a part of her that knows that, which would make such a choice all the more enthralling to unpack. 

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes, I mean after all, Romeo & Juliet did end in a very specific way...

IN DEPTH

Please choose between the interview or the para sample (or both, if you like!)

What is your favorite place in Verona? | 

It’s begun to lightly drizzle in the garden. It’s a hazy summer afternoon, sticky and humid, but Juliana finds herself hard-pressed to move from the bench. Eyes closed, head tilted upwards, she finds she understands the thunderclouds, the raindrops, and the floods that rise to her knees. She’s become numb to the water’s presence, for it’s a cleansing experience to be drenched by the clouds in the sky. They do not know it yet, but she is one of them, a cloud—one moment an innocuous softness, the next a violent hurricane.

Opening her eyes, Juliana is shocked to find she is not alone, but rather in the company of an older stranger who eyes her with burgeoning curiosity. While mostly bare-faced, she still retains her aura of glamour, perhaps aided by the presence of her designer coat and untouched umbrella. Still, for Juliana it is strange to be regarded with such unfamiliarity. In her experience, perfect strangers were so terribly rare in Verona. She seemed to know everyone, or rather, everyone seemed to know her.

The stranger finally approaches her, taking a seat beside Juliana as the rain continues to pick up pace, drenching the garden and all its inhabitants in a light mist.

“Do you have a favorite place around these parts?” the old man asks, his voice deep and raspy, but not entirely unkind. His words are laced with a thick Italian accent, though she suspects he is not a native Veronian like herself. She had always had an ear for accents, an eye for details. His small talk was quaint and unusual, but who was she to deny herself some company and an exchange of words on this drizzly day.

She ponders his question monetarily, mentally tracing through the city in her mind, akin to skimming an elegant finger over a spinning globe. To choose a favorite place in Verona, Juliana thinks, is to choose a favorite child, in that even if one were to say they didn’t have one, they’d certainly be lying. This was not to say it was a particularly simple choice for her, as she liked to think all of Verona was her home. Her soul was old, her heart young, her mind fashioned from little snippets of the city’s vibrant history, forging a strikingly beautiful tapestry of a true Veronian girl. 

“Why, here, of course,” Juliana says, smiling a glossy-lipped smile that could stop lightning in its tracks. “The museum and club are both lovely, but I must admit I’m quite partial to the Twelfth Night’s gardens. When I was younger my father would always hand me a coin to toss into that little fountain by the pond and make a wish. It must be the luckiest, if not the wealthiest, fountain in all of Verona.”

It’s a response that feels breezy and challengeless, but lacks a certain levity that would make it wholly true. It is, of course, only partially true as Juliana had in fact, tossed many coins into the pond over her lifetime. As for the notion of luck, it was fair to say she had been met with mixed results and limited success, but given that her earlier wishes had begun in vain (first begging for her mother’s health and later, for her father to step away from Capulet business) she never found it in herself to fault the fountain entirely. Most recently, she’s begun her newest ritual, tossing in a coin for luck right before particularly dangerous missions, that is until Rafaella had caught her one afternoon, shattering her already precarious spell of belief.

“You do know they just collect the coins at the end of every week,” she recalls Rafaella telling her. 

“And what do they do with them?” Juliana remembers asking with genuine curiosity. 

Rafaella shrugs, “They donate it to the youth program-- they try and get unprivileged kids engaged with the art and history.”

Needless to say, she’s continued to wishlessly drop coins in the fountain ever since.

What does your typical day look like?

She turns her attention from the fountain back towards the stranger who sits beside her, ears engaged with her every word. 

“And you spend most of your days here? In the rain, signora?” he asks gently, with a small chuckle.

“Is this your way of asking what my typical day looks like, signore?” 

“As I grow further from my youth…I cannot help but wonder what it is like to be young in these times,” he responds, with a knowing twinkle in his eye. Ah, so that is what this is, a recaputurement of his youth. While her instincts urge her to avoid such potentially revealing conversation, she cannot suppress her overcoming sympathy for the man. There’s a loneliness in his eyes that she recognizes, the very one she faces each time she peers at her own reflection. 

“If you must know, I do not spend all my time in the rain,” she clarifies, humoring his original query, “I spend most of my days working for my father...it keeps me busy enough.”

“And your father? What does he do?”

“He’s a--” Juliana pauses, as if to search for the right descriptor of her father’s work, that won’t immediately reveal her own identity, “--a businessman, of sorts.” 

She supposes if blood and bone were merely a form of currency, then businessman was certainly an apt descriptor. After all, it took a certain business-sense to run any sort of empire. While she may have inherited her father’s astuteness, she hasn't been rid her of all mercy, for she kills with a precision only a kind girl could have, pulls blood with an accuracy only one who understands pain could know. It takes a delicate touch to snap a neck, elegant restraint to pull life from body, a silken touch to strangle. She takes no joy from causing harm, but she is meticulous in her work, her fingers so soft, so stained with red, it sometimes hurts to say she’s done it all in the name of love. 

What has been your biggest mistake thus far? 

“Business…” the old man mulls, “It's a difficult way to make it in this world...so little room for error.”

“Indeed, mistakes can be lethal,” Juliana nods in agreement. If only he knew that the agreeable girl before him spoke of lethality in the actual sense, as opposed to the metaphorical one. 

“And you, signora? What has been your biggest mistake thus far?” 

Juliana looks at the man with surprise. What odd questions from a stranger. Still, she’s captured by the conversation, a chance to talk so deeply with a man she’s never known, who seems entirely content with listening. She doesn’t know too many listeners in her own life.

She is, however, unsure of how to respond. For one, did not like to dwell on her mistakes and misgivings. It was unbecoming of someone in her position to fail and furthermore, to brood on such failures. 

Nonetheless, her mind flits to one of her earliest missions where her merciful ways had gotten the better of her. She had hesitated a second too long and she quickly learned her lesson when the coolness of the marble floor pressed painfully against her knees, gun digging painfully into her head. She does not weep, for crying would be too easy. Instead, she refuses to let herself drown. Vivianne gives her second life and her father gives her a second chance. 

“I think my biggest mistake does not matter, signor,” Juliana replied, “what matters most is that I will never make it again.”

What has been the most difficult task asked of you? 

“You are a very wise one, signora,” the man comments and Juliana surprised at the way her heart swells with pride in response to the compliment. He was a mere stranger and yet she already placed value in his approval. Old habits, she supposed. 

“And your father-- he is good to you?” the man asks, “Doesn’t expect too much of you?”

“He is good to me,” Juliana affirms, “Though I fear I am never entirely sure of what he expects of me.”

“In that case, what is the most difficult task that has been asked of you?” he inquires further.

Juliana knows the answer to his question, though she’s not sure if she prepared to reveal it to herself, much less a stranger. Truly, the most difficult thing that’s been asked of her had been to watch her mother fade away so brutally, so slowly. It was, after all, her first acquaintance with injustice. Her failure to do anything to save her mother was painful and lingering, but her salty tears could only last for so long. If only for a moment, she had thought of herself a killer then, unaware of the true brutality that festered within her sweet, blue veins.

Her father had responded to the grief by throwing himself into his work, and she too would follow for reasons entirely different, and yet, entirely the same. 

“To live with loss,” Juliana says with a certain finality, as if to clarify she had no desire to elaborate. 

“Indeed, it is the most difficult task of all. It’s quite strange how one is never explicitly asked to live with loss, and yet here we remain.”

“Here we remain.” Juliana repeats and as if on queue, the clouds begin to part. 

What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?

“Signora, forgive me for prying, but I must ask-- living here, in this city-- what are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?” the man asks, a striking turn from his previous question.

And there it was. If all roads led to Rome, then every conversation led to the feud. What could she possibly say in response? My name is Juliana Capulet. This war is in my blood.

He seems to sense her change in demeanor.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I did not mean to startle you with talk of blood and wars, I simply imagined a Veronian girl such as yourself familiar with the tales of this land,” the man explains apologetically, deep frown lines of worry, forming upon his thick brow. 

“Worry not, signor, you do not startle me. I startle far less easily than perhaps it appears. I’m simply afraid I must be on my way now.”

“Of course, my dear. I cherish your time more than you know. May I at least catch your name, signora?”

She slides off the bench gracefully before turning to face the man one final time.

“Juliet. They call me Juliet.”

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By Popular Request, Adagio’s Will Fragment, related to the Gaming Guardians roleplay (now long over)

I, Adagio Redwinter, being of sound mind and body, do declare this to be my last Will and Testament.

On the Execution of my Will

Over the course of my operational existence, I have managed to accumulate a great many material things of varying levels of worth. This, I suppose, is due to my natural curiosity leading to me find the new and interesting, coupled with a lifespan that is unnaturally long for many sapient species. As well, various endeavors throughout my existence have lead me to make investments and to head several ventures, with varying levels of success and prosperity. It is now, at the end of my operational lifetime, that I intend to try and give some of what I have received back.

To see to the immense task of administering my final accounts, and to assure that my final wishes are carried out properly, I authorize my executor, Zeta Aquilae, to use those funds and materials necessary to establish the Synapse Intercorporation. The Intercorporation's internal structure and method of operation will be determined by her best judgement. The Synapse Intercorporation shall oversee the execution of my last wishes as described in this will.

It is worth noting that parts of this will are hidden from public view. This is not so much to hide anything of true note, but rather to allow some of my instructions to have a certain reactive quality to them, such that if certain conditions are met, other instructions may be carried out that may not be otherwise. My executor is aware of all of the hidden portions of my will, as well as the encryption keys necessary to view them.

I have been working on this will continuously for several years, always ensuring that it accurately reflects my wishes in the event of my demise, whether accidental or not. My understanding is that many sapients who have a tradition of finality similar to a will tend to use them as instruments of encouragement and revenge. The idea of continuing to influence the multiverse at large after my existence has ceased is one that amused me. If I have misunderstood the purpose of a will, I hope others shall view my attempt here in a reasonable light. I would caution those who read this to be aware that I am not human, and indeed, I believe I am the first of my kind to have a will of any sort. I would also note that, as my operational lifetime was originally expected to be infinite, and indeed has stretched on for a great many centuries, I do tend to take a very long view on matters. In addition to ensuring my own matters are tied up neatly, and designating specific recipients for parts of my estate, I have also made several bequests that I hope will benefit all sapients everywhere, both Primarian and System born.

I have always sought knowledge, and much of my life has been dedicated to seeking truth. I have not yet found it, but I hope that, through this will, I may lead others to find it, both for themselves and for others. I would implore all those who read this will to look to one another, and, if failing in all other tasks, that they may reach the lofty goal of one day ... understanding.

To Zeta Aquilae, who sought to understand me, and who was with me on my many travels, I leave the bulk of my estate, save for those things otherwise covered by this will. I name Zeta Aquilae the executor of my estate and the head of the Synapse Intercorporation, in which capacity she will oversee the execution of this will in accordance with my wishes.

To Nightdark, my original second, and so loyal to me all these years, I give you back your life and your freedom. I only wish I could give you your old life back, Megan. I hope that your memories will suffice.

In the memory of a woman who I was often at odds with, and yet who I still feel a deep kinship with, I find myself able to do little. I now realize the trick you played during our last game, old friend, and I hope that in the afterlife I am able to give you the match you deserve. In her memory, I present a red queen chess piece to the orange queen who now rules the forest in Gamer's End. May there forever be peace and understanding in the world she gave her life to birth.

To Aria Winters, I leave my memoirs, and my core, should it still remain, to be disposed of however she sees fit. I hope your path in life will be less troubled than mine was.

To Kale, I leave the Defender, and the legacy that goes along with it. The history of this vessel is long and deep, young Kale. You should ask Majir about it. I also give him my spaces onboard Prometheus Space Station, and my apartment in Gamer's End, as well as the contents of my bank account on Prometheus Station, and the key to my safety deposit box for the same. Remember that while the mind makes the man, the tools allow it to act better on its environment.

To Sage, I leave the Colossus, a five kilometer wide space ship that was carved out of an asteroid in BESM-SF 87-5-29. I am afraid, my dear, that this is the last rock I am able to give to you.

To the first two hundred people who show up, I leave a can of Sprite from my storage unit onboard Prometheus. One of the cans contains an actual sprite, but it got mixed in with the thoroughly mundane cans, and I never did get around to determining which can it was. I figure this is both a good way to make sure the sprite gets some use, as well as getting rid of a fair bit of unused stock. (( Note: If you want the special can, just hop on IRC and get ahold of me before the end of March. ))

To whoever determines the identity and composition of those figures who are in charge of the Gaming Guardians to the satisfaction of the Synapes Intercorporation, I leave the monetary equivalent of 20,000 XP. Transparency in operations might go a long way toward building good will, my friends. As well as being profitable.

To whoever finds Wargolem, I leave 1 million XP or medical care for the remainder of their natural life, whichever seems most appropriate.

To the first party to determine what 'Velvet Fist' is, I leave behind 10000XP.

To the person who finds the original 'Wirrit', I leave 6000 XP, so long as they deliver a copy of this will to her.

To the original 'Wirrit', I leave my yo-yo. Spend some time with it and consider that the nature of the multiverse is not as you thought it was.

To Majir Sobaan, I leave co-ordinates to a little known Fallout system. Do not be startled by what you find there. Hopefully it will explain much.

To Solita Ariennye, I leave my Seattle, Washington condo, a motorcycle, and the assets contained in the safety deposit box to which she will be given a key. While it is not the world you know and love, I hope you will enjoy Seattle, and your second retirement. I imagine you've learned your lesson.

Once a year, a jet black rose, preserved by freezing, shall be delivered to Solita Ariennye's condo in Seattle, for as long as she lives there, as a reminder that some loyalties have too high a price for us all.

Because we who occupy jaunt space are not always so careful as we should be, the Synapse Intercorporation is directed to establish the System Defenders. The goals of the Defenders are as follows: to monitor potential abuses of jaunt space and its denizens; to protect the rights of denizens of jaunt space; to establish a set of parameters that will facility a working relationship between those from the Systems and those from the Primary; to create a sanctuary in Jaunt space for beings in search of a safe retreat; and to patrol Jaunt space in such a way as to ensure that junk and debris accidentally or otherwise left in Jaunt is cleaned up in such a way as to prevent any interference with normal system development. Since many of these functions are already provided somewhat by Gamer's End and Prometheus, I use my last act as an owner of a Captain's Seat to propose that the systems already in place be diverted to form a better, more unified front for members of the Systems.

To any who find a vessel looking like BeRT ( photo attached ), or its Pilot unit, I authorize the payment of 5000 XP for its finding, and 15000 XP for its destruction. The possibility of its existence could mean a dark time for us all.

To the first fifty so-called 'voidkers' who show up to any branch of the Synapse Intercorporation, I grant a token of my esteem. The terrible events that have occurred in the voided Shadowrun system darken all our lives, and I hope to foster understanding between those who were touched by it and the rest of the multisystems at large as we move forward.

For research into jaunt phenomena considered dangerous, such as Jaunt storms and void patches, I leave four million XP, to be distributed by the Synapse Intercorporation.

To Nightengale Nightforest, whose voice is the purest I have ever heard, and moved me nearly to emotion, I know from our conversations that you have no further need for wealth. So I leave 3 million XP to be donated in your name to the charity of your choice.

I leave one hundred thousand XP to fund an expedition to Jaunt system FC-F 00-13-225.

I leave five thousand XP to fund the summoning of a spirit capable of traversing jaunt and casting a permanent Sex Change spell on the Shadowrunner known as 'Suit'. The spell will need to be of sufficient power that he will require external assistance in dispelling or reversing it. While I do not think it will change his outlook in life at all, the change in perspective for him may be educational, and if not that, at least entertaining. If some other method of bringing about the same end effect can be established, so much the better.

To the person who successfully finds what is behind door 13-B in the main building of the Church of True Harmony, I give 10000 XP upon its revelation to an authority of either the Guardians, the Defenders, or the Synapse Intercorporation.