#i did not end up joining the rp group but i finished my app

[moldy-mold]

Darien, my Champion on Ragnarok Online and his many versions!

◆ Has a SinX sister named Serenity. ◆ Serious about physical training (but not really spiritual training). ◆ He yells out his attacks but he has renamed them so they're crane-related. ◆ Part of the Questionable Quartet party

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other charas Absidia | Last Breath | Malbran | Cepha | Darien

[pasdedeux-archive]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌? 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍? — Thank you everyone who has applied !! You’re all amazing writers and quite honestly I had no less than three mental breakdowns during the deliberation period.

 To those who were not chosen, please know that this is not a mark against your writing or your characters. I loved them dearly and I would be such an honor if you wanted to join with a different muse. However, I know applications take a very long time and a lot of heart so I completely understand if you do not wish to do so.

With that said, congratulations to those who were accepted. Please make sure you look at the checklist, and send in your character account within 24 hours. I will be sending out discord invitation links tomorrow after I clean up the server a bit (aka making a guide on how we will be using discord to roll and such).

K playing Elizabeth Augusta Sinclair, the luminary; violinist for the Bolshoi Ballet

"It is summer, and the countryside is alive with birdsong and bloom, rays of golden light cascading, warm breeze dusting the ground with the caress of a lover. You are eight, stumbling through the knee high fields of flowers, laughter light and joyful, Aestas come down to Earth."

I loved your portrayal of Elizabeth. Half ghost half girl, there is something incredibly provocative in the way in which she tries to become all that she thinks she can be. I was listening to Swan Lake Act II. No. 10. during your muse sample and it ended just as I finished reading it. Coincidence? I think not. Elizabeth will make a wonderful addition to the group, and I cannot wait to see how her story plays out. I've been thinking about potential subplots for her and wowie my brains a racing.

Amy playing Yelena Andreyevna Kusnetsova, tbd.

“In years past, she’d been able to push down the worry that she was missing out in some way. That true freedom of expression had eluded her, for reasons that had nothing to do with how hard she worked. Often, she’d even convinced herself that she didn’t need freedom at all.”

Yelena has such a presence about her that I can't help but be enamored with her. There is a wistfulness in everything she does, but it does not slow her down. In fact, I would argue it makes her all the more present. She reminds me of a deer, ephemeral but wise and always on the lookout for potential danger. For a person such as herself, I see the workings of a woman afraid to die and afraid of the life she has already been living. Yelena will be such a treat to see develop and I cannot wait to see what kind of shenanigans occur during the story!

Nayab playing Hana Volkova, the veiled; soloist at the bolshoi theater

“It is to no music her wings spread, and she is commanded to fly. In a single, suspended moment in time, Volkov leeches from the depths of her, everything the art once meant to her. Its purity is tainted, and if her heart had not already lost all faith, the sicles Volkov aims to her heart and pierces her with surely bleed her dry of the blood of love.”

When Hana was given a buffet in front of her as threat toward her compliance that pierced me like a knife. Her demotion to soloist as punishment for stepping out of line I think is a beautiful analogy for how girls like her aren't meant to last long: they're meant to be sacrificial pawns so that others may endure and to think that one can be anything other than that is a mistake. Loss which permeates all of one's being is meant to hurt, and Hana has demonstrated one way of being resilient.

Esme playing Marilyn Campbell, the maelstrom; corpse de ballet at NYCB

“You once told a story to your brother, told him that if the sea claims you, it drags you so far away from the shore that you turn into a deadly fish, a fish that could devour the entire world.”

Marilyn is the perfect storm, ready to consume all that which does not heed her. I love how you portrayed her resignation to what she is, and perhaps what she thinks is all that she will ever be, but even her doubts are thwarted by her want, her consuming desire, to become someone else. Much like the Bermuda Triangle, she may be a touch auspicious, but people cannot help but want to be pulled into her destruction. I love the ideas you have for her plot development and I can't wait to see how it all unfolds.

Georgia playing Fred Baker, the insurgent; head of security at the NYCB

“The brothers bought a radio before they did a bed.”

First of all, holy shit I loved your memes they were. Oh my god, so funny. When I go over apps the first thing I do is look at the meme section, and let me tell you — just that little bit you gave me enticed me to want to know more about Fred. When I finally began to read him my heart SWOONED. Do you hear me? Swooned. He's such an interesting character, filled to the brim with animosity and hurt — he deals with his past the best way he can. I also cannot wait until Fred introduces everyone to the soul of America with his love for jazz.

Taryn playing  Zinaida Petrovna Sabitova, the sacred; principal dancer at the bolsoi theater

“Still, there are some evenings when her mother looks over from her place at the vanity, still all-over aside from the wafts of smoke burning from her cigarette, and seems to be studying her own child. Looking for something. Wondering.”

You wrote in your application is Zinaida good or evil, Odette or Odile — and while I do not have an answer for you right now, I do know that I would love to explore that with you. She's a beautiful girl whose life is tragic in the way only fairy tales can be. The perfect Jewel of Moscow (I did like that name), who while controlled by those above her wishes for her own happy ending despite knowing that her end will be nothing less than fatalistic. Her aversion toward things which reminds her of her own mortality hits home, omg, yes, why must I have this human body. Why must I suffer having lived.

Anna playing Yelena Yuryevna Min, the dream; corpse de ballet at the bolshoi theater

“What Yelena didn’t remember was the hushed arguments her parents would have every other night before he left – how he would say with so much conviction even as her mother begged him not to, “things will be better for us if the state knows we’ll die for her.”

AHHH, that broke me, that line right there broke me. I can so ardently feel the love and happiness her family gave her, their precious daughter, and how they would do anything to give her the world she deserves. Then you went on to talk about her apprehension to go to Vagnova, and my world turned upside down. Her disposition really speaks to me, and her family ties as well. She's also a breath of fresh air, like a sunflower in a meadow that had recently rained. Her optimism and kind disposition really shines through in your app and in your memes.

Claudia playing Eva Miro, the swan; principal dancer at the NYCB

“but lena understood sacrifice, she saw it every day when her mother would come home exhausted, weathered hands cracked and aching so she wouldn’t go hungry. to love something meant giving everything you had, everything you were or could ever be, to feed that love.”

Gonna start my little tangent with wow, your mood-board :cheff kiss: absolute perfection. I don't use extras as a basis for my decision making, merely something I admire from afar, but damn — if I did yours would no doubt be at the front of the line. There were two parts of your application that I wanted to highlight, and the other was half your application lmao. Your muse sample really expanded your character and showed me how much of a Swan Eva can be. I called the Swan skeleton a starling at the beginning, a bird which choses their survival above all else. A transformation of a girl into a star, Eva is a force which cannot be tamed unless you destroy her.

V playing Alina Vasilieva Filippova, the tbd; ballet master-repetiteur at the bolshoi theater

“She remembers thinking: ‘this will not be the end’.”

All ballet dancers in this RP live and breathe ballet, but Alina is in a realm of her own. I loved how you wrote her to be a ballet master, someone who would put aside their pride of being a "former prima ballerina" to now teaching a group of dancers because ballet is all that she is. Your muse sample really showed me the intense power of a woman who knows what she wants, and who she is — even if all she believes herself to be is something irrevocably intertwined with ballet. I'm very excited to see the relationship she forms with her dancers and with those who are from out of the Union. I'm particularly interested in her second plot development point and would love to explore that in game.

Abby playing Viktor Antonievich Vasylenko; the raconteur, pianist for the bolshoi ballet

No, Viktor had fashioned the resentment into an albatross of his own, hanging limp and heavy from his neck.

What can I say about Viktor other than I'm a fan. He's so gentle and yet so resilient, a mess of cacophonous sounds that melds into a beautiful sonata. There's pain in him, a ghost which lingers from his past, and while resigned to perhaps eternal disappointment he continues. I loved the way in which you developed his reason / background for being in the Bolshoi Theater when he himself could have been a star — still strives to be actually: but more resigned this time in his ambition. I loveee Viktor and I can't wait to see how he develops.  

     — 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

Principal Dancer: Zinadia, Eva, Soloist: Hana, Yelena (tbd)* Corpse de Ballet: Yelena (dream) , Marilyn Violinist: Elizabeth Bodyguard: Fred Ballet Master: Alina Pianist: Viktor * still talking to writer about a few details.

[nxtritething]

TASK001 : MUN QUESTIONNAIRE 

name  /  alias : caro / care / carebear gender  /  pronouns : female / she&her where  ya  from  ? : u s of a .  orig n y c. the  current  time :  9 pm ( when i started? ) , 1 pm ( when i finished ) job  or  major :  i majored in mechanical engineering and math. no, i canno favorite  thing  (  s  )  about  yourself :  i have some good one-liners.

why  you  joined  hqclouds :  ... i helped make it. also its felt like a long while since i got to play some of my favorite babes, and i just missed them, so i obviously had to jump at an opportunity to bring them back !!!

meaning  behind  url :  it’s uh...... next right thing ,  as in anna’s big song in frozen 2. and i just felt it like, FIT. 

last  thing  you  googled :  zac efron high school musical gif icons, bc i wanted to use for this, but then that account was flagged as adult content and i guess those beloved gifs are lost to the void now...

zodiac :  pisces in  your  opinion  ,  does  your  sign  suit  you  ? : yes. i am a crying fish. also i’m a pisces venus. it makes a LOT of sense. myers  -  briggs :  istj ??? i think?? moral  alignment :  i can be chaotic good, but mostly neutral neutral i think hogwarts  house : i used to be a slytherin, now i’m a hufflepuff. idk what happened to me.

three  fictional  character  (  s  )  you  see  yourself  in  +  why :  uhhhh... 1) bubbles from powerpuff girls. because i am baby. 2) juliet o’hara from psych. i’ve just been rewatching a lot of psych and i love how she’s such a serious yet funny / soft and idk why i just relate to that. 3) john mulaney in mulaney. because this is a cop-out to say i relate to anything / everything john edmund mulaney every does.

i  started  roleplaying : i first started on some fourms ??? on an app on my itouch ??? but my first tumblr rp group was percy jackson and everyone though i was this all knowing pjo fan... when really i was just fast to look shit up on the wikia. i had never read a single page of the series. types  of  rps  i  enjoy :  fandoms, typically ! i used to be exclusively love animated roleplays? like cartoons? but then i transitioned to musicals? like, exclusively playing musical characters??? at this point, tara is like the one exception nowadays... favorite  fcs  to  use :  um... olivia holt is a recent fave? joshua basset, also. my old faves are mary kate wiles and hunter parrish tho. real old. otherwise, i don’t know if i’d say i get attached to fc’s? fandom  (  s  )  you’d  like  to  write  in : i kinda wanna go back to some of my cartoon roots, maybe? i really haven’t deviated from the same 8 - 9 mostly musical characters in literally years...  fandom  (  s  )  you  aren’t  in  but  are  curious  about :  um... the raven cycle ,  miraculous ladybug  , uh..... everything else. i’m so randomly interested in everything.

share  a  funny  roleplay  horror  story :  my favorite is when i was in a youtuber rpf / oc rp, and this girl... made an oc... and made the fc... herself. she made a literal self-insert oc. with herself as the face. like low-res gifs of herself. why, you ask? i think she was trying to ship herself with dan howell. that didn’t age well, did it?

favorite  canon  muse  (  s  )  to  play : do i just list all the characters i’ve been playing for literal years? my recent faves are katherine plumber from newsies and princess anna. favorite  original  muse  (  s  )  to  play : i had a hunter parrish oc. he was in both the pjo and youtube rp. he was obsessed with hanging out with trees and pranks. don’t ask me why. canon  ships  you  can’t  help  but  love :  kristoff / anna , jack kelly / katherine plumber , jake peralta / amy santiago , orpheus / eurydice , && donny novitski / julia trojan. yes, most of these are musicals. who doesn’t love a good love ballad? trope  (  s  )  you  tend  to  be  guilty  of : uhh... adorkable, one of the boys, badass adorable

i  prefer  .  .  . angst  ,  smut  ,  or  fluff :  i am a massive sucker for fluff, but i’m so guilty of angst... i love pain. i don’t really do smut tho. sorry. long  or  short  replies :  i generally prefer short replies, unless we’ve somehow developed a thread into something long. or i’m feeling particularly inspired. pre  plotting  or  chemistry : i love chemistry with all my heart, but sometimes it’s fun to plot past connections that can reignite? idk. mostly chemistry sentence  starters  or  headcanon  memes : headcanon memes, because im never creative to turn a sentence starter into something that makes sense, esp between two characters who don’t know each other. single  muse  or  multimuse  blogs :  multimuse, because i spent too many years reblogging replies to the wrong sideblog and those days are over !!! gif  icons  ,  medium  gifs  ,  or  static  icons : i prefer gif icons for shorter replies and medium gifs for longer ones... or whatever my partner is using. i like some sort of consistency.

grab  the  book  nearest  to  you  and  pull  a  quote  from  it : ‘ what’s the rush? ’ repeat this phase when you’re feeling overwhelmed or stressed out. ask yourself whether somethings really needs doing immediately. are you ignoring your needs in order to do it?  - the little book of sloth philosophy. 

what’s  a  quote  or  song  lyric  that  speaks  to  your  soul  ? : “ did you fall? or did you let go? ”  -  connor murphy to evan hansen, dear evan hansen. ( idk why this immediately jump to mind but... )

top  current  celebrity  crushes :  jeremy jordan, corey cott, jordan fisher, claire saffitz, brian david gilbert. last  movie  you  watched :  bridal boot camp did  you  like  it  ? :  yes. i loved it. it’s absolute garbage and i loved it. favorite  movie  (  s  )    of  all  time : idk but i can always rewatch prince of egypt. godspell favorite  tv  show  (  s  )  of  all  time : uhh.... i keep rewatching psych.   favorite  tv  show  (  s  ) that  hasn’t  ended : brooklyn nine-nine, zoey’s extraordinary playlist. sports  team  (  s  )  you  rep : uh... grew up in a yankee / mets household. favorite  video  game  (  s  ) : pokemon, animal crossing  favorite  youtube  channels : drew gooden, danny gonzalez, jenna marbles.

put  your  music  on  shuffle.  what  six  songs  pop  up  ? :

greased lightin’ from grease live ; oh mother by hunter parrish ; nerds by bo burnham ; a miracle would happen / when you come home to me from the last five years ; just another day from next to normal ; who tells your story from hamilton mixtape. 

i haven’t listened to any of these in forever, but i am still, indeed, musical theater trash.

personal  aesthetic : demin overalls, scrunchies, the color teal, big stuffed animals. dream  vacation  ? : somewhere beautiful with people i love. dream  job  ? : perhaps like designing custom 3D prosthetics dream  car  ? :  i hate driving, but a big ol’ truck. like suv. big one. favorite  musical : gospell, dear evan hansen, bandstand, newsies, shrek the musical, mamma mia, i could go on... unwatched  stuff  in  your  netflix  /  hulu  /  etc :  sailor moon crystal, crash landing on you, locke & key, all the bright places, the half of it, younger, meteor, hello my twenties ...

what’s  a  subject  you  know  too  much  about  +  never  get  tired  of  talking  about  ? : musicals. so many musicals. i know both know too much and not enough.

[moonbokrk]

[tw for hospital and death mentions]

I, a fool, shouldn’t have left this until 12hours before I fly to Japan but here we are~

Happy 5th anniversary, Rookies! I’ll be honest, the first time I heard about this group was a year ago when Shino joined with Jinwoo. At the time, I was involved in moderating another RP group and was only starting to get into Kpop hell, so I wasn’t overtly interested in joining at the time. (Sorry!)

But eventually, I was talked around and joined with Dowoon on the tenth of January. And landed my ass in hospital less than a month later, whoops. I will admit, I thought I’d cursed myself by giving Dowoon such a serious heart condition only to end up with my own heart deteroriating to the point where I also needed a pacemaker. Had it not been for Shino apping Daehwi (now Sanha, but still Dowoon’s precious brat~), I probably would have dropped Dowoon. But I stuck with him and I’m so glad I did, because now he’s finally living his life! Tho fun fact, he wasn’t supposed to get his transplant until after he got signed, but when I had my surgery, I decided to put him out of his misery.

As for Moonbok? Wow, where to even start with this boy? I won’t yap on about him too much seeing as his six-month milestone was only three weeks ago, but it really has been because of Bokkie that I felt like I was settling to the group. Though I will admit, due to bereavement and what happened to Moonbok during the MGAs, I nearly dropped once again. I honestly felt as though I was a terrible writer who’d let my group and Moonbok as a character down, but y’all convinced me otherwise and I’m so glad you did, because the Moonbok I RP now has progressed so much in six short months.

Of course, I can’t leave out Jamie. I’m still super sad her muse didn’t stick as I did have so many plans for her. But at least I got to have her collab with Youngjae and make some friends before I had to drop. I really hope Baby J comes back soon, either by me being able to re-app her in February or someone else apping her in the meantime. Please love her~

As usually, I’m ranting ahahahaha, so I’ll just finish by mentioning a few people that have made a big impact on me and my characters. Please don’t take it personally if I don’t mention you uuuuu. It’s in no way personal, I love you all and if you ever want to plot with either of my boys, hmu~

Here’s to (more than) another year of Rookies KRP!

@rkars: Of course, you have to be the first person I mention, Shino~ First off, I love you a lot and I can’t wait to see you on Wednesday, even if you will enable my imminent bankruptcy when we go to Tower Records. But really, thank you for convincing me to join Rookies. Thank you for playing the best little brother for Dowoon and ...whatever Youngjae and Moonbok’s relationship is right now, I love it. I’m sorry for melting down on you the night of MGA episode three, especially when you had the right to be equally disappointed dhsfa. Thank you for doing all you could to help when I was struggling with my babies and for all the crazy plots we’ve planned~ Let’s thread even more in the next year~

@rksunwoo: Hunnie~ Did you know that you are adorable and I love you? Because I do! I’m so happy to have Sunwoo as Dowoon’s big brother, even if we tend to have to look back on our timeline to see wtf is actually happening, whoops. Though i want to thank you especially too, you were the one who kept me from dropping the night Moonbok was eliminated from the MGAs when you came into my DMs to try and console me. Had it not been for you (and Shino) I wouldn’t have been able to keep RPing, I was that angry and disappointed in myself. So thank you, I owe you a lot~

@rkxhyunjin: Shoutout to one of Bokkie’s best dongsaengs! I’m so glad we were grouped together for the MGAs because Moonbok and I have both made a precious friend in you and Hyunjin both! ....I’m really sorry for what I’m about to put Moonbok through if he doesn’t get signed at the next scouting event dsfhjsdlj I hope we’ll get the chance to hang out more both IC and OOC! Moonbok wants to meet Hyunjin’s parents properly and I want to yell with you more about your boys!

@jacksonxrk: Tali~ I haven’t known you for too long, but know that I will fight an army for your sake! I love your boya and I love you and I can’t wait for Moonbok, Youngjae and Jackson to make messes of themselves in this upcoming thread, ufufufu~ Also I can’t wait to meet Day6 with you next month sjfsdf!

@mijoork: Thank you for always trying to comfort me when i’m upset sjfdshkj You’re such an angel and I hope you get nothing but the best things in life~ RPwise, I love Mijoo and Moonbok’s relationship so much and she has my permission to kick Moonbok’s ass whenever he starts whining too much~

@rkkyungri and @rkxluda: I can’t let this pass without mentioning the other Team Dream members, can I? I’m still so sorry that Moonbok’s actions landed us all in last place awawawa! But I’m so happy that I got to work with you guys and that Luda and Kyungri stayed with Bokkie. If it wasn’t for you too and Hyunjin, he’d still be sulking over what happened, ahaha. I hope we’ll get to interact more IC and OOC when I get back~

@changminxrk: Pika, did you think I’d forgotten you? Well, I didn’t~ You are such an angel, the graphics goddess of osc and the RPer of another of Moonbok’s precious dongseangs! (And his bodyguard djfkjdsk) I’m so happy you indulged in my idiotic starters for you and that Moonbok has another two wonderful friends because of them. And of course, I have a wonderful friend because of them too~ Let’s keep throwing these dorks into messes next year ufufu!

[jacktherph]

Actually, instead of a shoutout, could we get your opinion on the rp please? Thank you!

hi there @kismetrpg! i’m happy to give you an opinion. since you didn’t specify private, i will post this on my blog. feel free to ask me to take it down if that was a mistake.

NOTE: all opinions expressed here are mine, jack’s, belonging to jack. i make no claims to knowing what is best for every group – i only offer advice based on my experiences, what i’ve seen in the community, and my personal knowledge. no one person knows what is best for you or any group other than yourself; because you were the one who put all of this together in the first place. so take everything i say as a suggestion, and remember that you have accomplished so much!!

and if you have any questions, want feedback on something specific, or want elaborations on anything said in this opinion, don’t hesitate to message me!!

this isn’t just an opinion, it’s a shoutout and a rec! @kismetrpg looks like a really cool new supernatural-themed rpg set in new orleans, y’all!! with a unique lore, awesome factions, and tons of different species to take on, this is an rpg worth checking out!! they open on january 5th!

start: 1.20 | pause: 1.21 - 1.25 | end: 1.36TOTAL: 12 minutes to read all pages (please don’t take this as a measure of anything, I simply time myself and am a speed reader)

Before I say anything about the group and pages, this is a blanket recommendation: Read up on Apostrophe Rules and go through your pages with an editing eye. I’m definitely guilty of mixing up my apostrophe rules sometimes but I definitely noticed a lot of mistakes in pages like your plot. Fixing these can improve the overall professional atmosphere of your group!

My first impression was this: this is definitely a group I would have considered joining when I was looking for rpgs to check out!! You have a lot of lore, great details and descriptions provided, and the blanket plot seems really interesting. This is a fascinating looking roleplay, so I want to give you my kudos. Well done! The main is very clean, minimalist, if that’s what you were going for. All attention is definitely diverted to the heading image. Unfortunately without seeing the advertised “supernatural rpg” font, I wouldn’t know this group has supernatural intentions based solely on looks. I don’t know if you planned/wanted that, but I wanted to include that in case you were so inclined. Your sidebars are clean-cut and to the point and will, no doubt, fill up with things once you open I’m sure. I do like the blanket trigger warning on the top of the About–I don’t know if some might deem it entirely necessary, but you want potential members to know what they’ll be looking at before they delve into your info, and I respect that.

A word on your Navigation: I don’t know if, in your theme, you can divide the navigation up more than by two headings, but if you can I would recommend it. Personally, I would divide it into: “Before Application,” including plot, rules, app, forms, etc / “Lore,” (or similar title) including your info on the Council, Silence, bestiary, locations, etc / & “After Applying,” with what you have. If that doesn’t appeal to you, I would say just try and reorganize the links? Why I say this: because jumping around from lore, lore, to app info, to lore, to form info, all in the top was kind of confusing for me. I get having the most important things first but it did seem a bit mish-moshed.

Your Plot is spot-on. You gave me background, you gave me current happenings, you gave me how things went down, and that’s excellent. One thing: think about including a paragraph on when/how/why the Council was formed? I think that would wrap it all up nicely and send a potential member into the “Chapter One” section seamlessly. Because I was suddenly like “wait who are these guys?? Where did they come from??” when I saw their name. Just a thought. As a writer I adored how you put it in as a “Chapter.” Something about the word choice really made me feel like I was entering at the beginning of a story by applying.

Your Rules are standard and fill every criteria for base lsrpgs that I, personally, am aware of. Your last bullet-point in “God Modding” however brought up a curiosity that you might want to think about putting somewhere in your lore: the rock-paper-scissors effect of the supernaturals. Who beats who? Who has a natural weakness to who? Etc etc. Just something to think about? I like that your Activity Check window is 48 hours. Very appealing to people who want to join but also worry about Check limits. QUESTION: At the top of your Rules, you say this is a “canon and original character roleplay.” What canon? I couldn’t find a fandom influence–not a blatant one. If you don’t mean from a fandom, you might want to rephrase to avoid people applying with fandom canon characters. If you mean YOUR canon, might I suggest “an original canon and original character roleplay” instead?

I don’t really feel like I can give an opinion on your Lore pages – after all, the Lore is yours. But it all reads very simply, cleanly, and to-the-point. I feel like if I have any questions they are easily answered by hitting up the main, too. (And as an admin of an rpg with a lot of lore, just be prepared to answer questions that are answered already, semi-often. It happens, am I right? ;) ) Something that would be cool: snippets from the Holy Book of the False Silence. HERE a popular video game, Dragon Age, wrote actual verses from their in-world “scripture,” maybe you could too. It would be very immersive and exciting for people who are Followers!

I love your Location page – plain and simple. There’s pictures, info, territory info, even economy info! You really did your research on the Big Easy, huh? That is great because it can mean potential members will feel immersed. I also like that you included a form for new locations to be added; it makes the members feel more included for sure.

And your Bestiary makes me melt. Firstly, I love the theme. You provide a great deal of information and also the essentials needed; a good balance for people who have a species in mind and people who are species-shopping! Great images, great aesthetic too. But one thing: the Bestiary is very dark compared to the main and all other pages. That struck me. Would you consider going lighter with it, or going darker with the main? Something to give it a balance.

Your app is smart and clean – asks for the necessary info on the character but that’s it. I don’t really understand what you mean when you say “Be calm!” at the top but if you like it, it doesn’t change anything. Simple apps have their benefits for sure, especially on the person reading and reviewing them. Personally, I’d recommend adding a question or two unique to your group, but that’s just a suggestion. It works well either way.

So about your Follow List… it confused the hell out of me, I’m going to be honest. Some characters had blogs, some links were dead, who are these people? As I understand it you haven’t opened yet? I’m a little lost at what to say here because I don’t want to make assumptions, ramble, and be wrong. So if you want to talk that one out together, feel free to message me! Otherwise, that confusion is an outsider’s opinion and might extend to potential members as well. Your Events Blog showed information from 4-5 years ago though, and I’d recommend either archiving it or deleting those posts because it does make a knee-jerk implication that you’ve already begun things.

My FAVOURITE THING about this rpg: your plot and lore. While supernatural-themed rpgs are still pretty common in the rpc, you took your idea with a fresh heart and great twists and the vitality of it is definitely something that I can see giving you a good membership, as well as great stories to thrill those members with. Main plots, side plots, factions; all things that make a great lsrpg in Jack’s book™.

My LEAST FAVOURITE THING about this rpg: you have a lot going on–a good thing–but somehow when I return to the main it feels a bit… hollow. Maybe that’s because you’re still prepping and not-yet open. Maybe that will change when you get events and plots going. Unfortunately I can’t quite describe it, and please feel free to disregard this as rambling, but I feel like something needs to solidify this group in my mind and heart. Something in the story, perhaps, that leaves me craving to know what will happen. But you’re probably working on that with your plots, I’m sure.

Overall, this is a group with potential brimming from the proverbial cauldron. You have a lot going on and a lot to finish up and already some great generated interest. I think anyone who looks at this group can feel like they have a new world to play in, but also the comforts of the supernatural rpg genre to form a community within. I wish you the best of luck, admin!!

Sincerely,Jack

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Congratulations VAL, you have been accepted as VULPECULA with the faceclaim of NAOMI SCOTT and the DOPPELGANGER MORPHING ability!

Notes from the Admins: Ellie and Tasha:

We had some really hard decisions for multiple skeletons during this acceptance, but this one was certainly the hardest. Both were very much in line with how we envisioned Riaan. But ultimately it was yours that we felt fit the most. I (Ellie) just fell in love with the little details of who Riaan was to you. Your headcanons really stuck with me, the emphasis on her pronouns and the little line of freckles and then I really love their answer to the power question (the shapeshifting one especially), but it their answer to the final question that sold me on your app. I (Tasha) have to agree with Ellie, the little details are what really pulled me in. As much as I wanted to hear your version of how the family was, I really loved that i didn’t get to. To me, I felt like that pulled me in and I am a fan of your writing.

You have 48 hours to send in your blog. If you haven’t already joined the group discord then you may do so now (if that’s your wish) [x]. Once you have turned in your blog, you will be given a role that will allow you access to the private channels regarding plots/characters. Please remember to do everything on the checklist, and also we just want to thank you for joining this roleplay. We hope your time with us will be a fun and memorable one!

OOC INFORMATION

ALIAS & PRONOUNS: Val, She/her

AGE: 25

TIMEZONE, ACTIVITY LEVEL, & RP EXPERIENCE: TZ: EST Activity: I have a full time job on first shift, but since i’m not involved in other rps atm I have plenty of time to be active, and should easily be able to meet and excede activity requirements. I typically do my writing early in the morning before work, or after dinner. My one concern is the opening date, because I’m going on a pre-planned vacation from April 5th to April 9th (WALKERSTALKER CON CHICAGO!). I’ll have limited access to a computer, but I will have my phone so I’ll at least be available for plotting and getting to know people via the discord server during that period. If you’d rather wait to review my application until the 9th or 10th I understand that as well. RP experience:  I’ve been roleplaying since 2012 in several fandoms: HP, the 100, TW, TWD, etc. I delved into indie for awhile, but definitely prefer rpgs. A couple of my past blogs are: http://nickbeckett.tumblr.com/,  https://seakept.tumblr.com/,  http://auroragood.tumblr.com/, https://kylexbennett.tumblr.com/

BASIC IC INFORMATION

SKELETON: Riann Foster (Vulpecula- The Little Fox)

FACECLAIM: Naomi Scott, Liza Koshy (Though she’s known for youtube, she does have an acting career including series regular for two seasons of the hulu series Freakish), Alia Bhatt

AGE: 24

ORIENTATION: Demisexual.

ORIGIN: New York, New York (Queens)

NOVA TYPE: Corpus

ABILITY: Intangibility- The ability to pass through physical matter, though difficulty increases as the density of an object increases. If the whole body or part of a body becomes tangible within another object, the object would have to expand outwards at a detriment to its own form (explode, etc) but could potentially cause extreme physical harm to the user, depending on the property of the material. Shapeshifting (Doppleganger Morphing)-  The ability to change one’s personal appearance to identically mimic that of another human being that they have seen before. This user cannot create a completely new form, nor mimic any superpowers should they morph into a nova. The longer they stay in the altered form, the harder it is to return to one’s true self. (I don’t actually have a preference for either, I love both abilities as possible for them)

THE INTERVIEW:

So, tell me a little bit about growing up. What was your childhood like?

“I moved around a lot, I guess…” Riann’s arms crossed lightly over their chest, anchoring their hands in place rather than allowing them to fidget nervously. Memories, both fond and disheartening, flashed through their mind, but they couldn’t help but wonder how much their verbal answers even mattered.  Could this AI detect a lie? Could it determine the truth by analyzing their brains waves, their temperature, or other physiological responses? Did it matter? “I don’t know, I, uh… I was never bored, that’s for sure. Had plenty of extracurricular activities. Learned a lot. Didn’t starve or anything. That’s all you can ask for, right?” It’d be remiss to say they weren’t hesitant to give this AI personal information, particularly to ensure the safety of their makeshift family. A career criminal couldn’t afford to admit all faults. Despite them living in a world of uncertainty- where they’d sleep the next night, what they’d eat, when they’d eat, if they’d all make it home safely- Riann had grown numb to the anxiety stemming from the unknown. What they remembered most about their childhood was the laughter, the hugs, and the beautiful night skylines. Their teen years were a bit more rambunctious, especially as the NPA loomed closer and closer, but the way they saw it, their life was their life and they’d learned not to live with regrets and what-ifs. “I mean, like anyone, I had a bit of a rebellious streak but… It all worked out.”

What about your relationship with your family?

A small smile spread across their lips as Riann let out a warm chuckle, leaning back more casually against the wall as they relaxed. “I have three older siblings and they, uh, well they made sure I knew I was the youngest. Didn’t get much alone time, but I didn’t want it either.” How many times had they been delegated ‘look out’ or done surveillance checks on a mark for their siblings before anything actually went down? They were a cute child, slight in stature and innocent looking, and lying had become second nature to them, ingrained in them from their earliest memories. Fictional stories became so real to them that it occasionally took an extra moment for them to slip out of a character, but that’s what made them good at it, and kept them from having to actively participate in thefts they found morally wrong. Plus, it allowed them a bit of alone time to explore their own Robin Hood type interests. “But I mean, we got along fine, I guess.” They loved them. Their siblings and “adoptive” mother were their home, at least, they had been. The seeds of resentment and abandonment from being left by their biological mother so young were mostly trodden underfoot by the loyalty and love they learned from their family, but sometimes they couldn’t help but wonder, couldn’t help but indulge in anger when they thought about the sperm and egg donors that actually created them. Maybe their family wasn’t perfect, maybe they didn’t function the way others thought was healthy or stable, but for a long time it was consistent, and without that, who knew where Riann would be. “They… still think I ran away with some boyfriend, headed for Miami. And that’s for the best.”

Are you the only Nova in your family? Or were your parents Novas too? What about any siblings?

“They’re human.”  And as far as Riann was concerned, that was the end of the question. As far as they knew, they were all as human possible, and they’d continue to believe that so long as it kept them safer. But were their biological parents novas? Did they have any biological siblings? They couldn’t know. Didn’t want to. They shrugded their shoulders, mounting  nonchalance on their features. “”It’s just me.”

What’s your ability like? Is it easy to control or harder? Do you even like it?

A heavy silence fell, weighing down Riann’s pause as they tried to sort out what exactly they wanted to say. “It’s, uhm… It’s sort of… instinctual? Like once I make the decision, it just happens and  I can’t- I can’t stop it halfway or control it. But… it’s not hard.” Every morph was like a milestone as they wore others’ bodies. In a way, it solidified their comfort in their own skin, as this body felt like home. Like them. Their appearance could change on a whim to that of an existing person, and they were the wolf in sheep’s clothing. They didn’t belong there. The freckles on their arm were the only thing that stayed in tact in their new form, and they often used them as a focal point for changing back to who they were. What was worse- the longer they stayed in a different form, the harder it was to get back. The freckles disappeared one by one as time went on, and Riann had only ever stayed in one body for up for 16 hours before getting so scared of losing themself they had to change back for a few hours for fear of being lost totally to this stranger forever. It was a dark time, a long con at the beginning of their journey to the Sanctuary, and they could distinctly remember the loss of foreignness in the new skin, the comfort and familiarity settling in, hoping to cement them there forever. Riann shook their head to clear the intruding thoughts before finishing their sentence. “It’s, uhm… it’s a cool party trick, that’s for sure. Always win charades.” And that was true; amongst the novas it was easy to get sucked into the game and posture about their ability, flirting with the danger just ever so slightly, but Riann preferred to err on the side of caution. The ability was extremely useful for concealing their identity, or protecting themself, and it made them quite good at the former job, but they’d never admit how each passing hour felt as though they were inching closer and closer to their own identity’s death.

How would you describe your personality?

"I look out for myself,” they concluded. “I have to. I think I’m….” A light chuckle escaped their lips, grin growing across their face, “Wow, I almost said nice. I’m not nice. It’s such a stupid word. But… I care, and I think that kinda comes through. Maybe I’m… I don’t know, a bit too blunt, but I think you have to figure out what’s going to push people away, and what they’re willing to deal with, you know? Does that make sense? I don’t like wasting time or energy, and you gotta go with your gut about what or who is worth it.”

What do you think your greatest strengths and weaknesses are?

“Wow, I guess both my greatest strength AND my greatest weakness is my selfishness. I look out for me, and the people I care about, and I dunno… my own moral compass? But I’m not trying to be a hero.” They paused for a moment, realizing the error they’d made: admitting to caring about others, like they could be used against them, and pointing out their usually self-servitude. This new “home” was still unexplored, and they couldn’t be certain how long they’d be staying. “Also I can’t take a joke.” It was a half-truth. People within their circle had miles of slack, but anyone they didn’t trust couldn’t expect the same wiggle room. There was a certain amount of satisfaction associated with pointing out flaws in logic, even when it meant not accepting a “joke” as something funny.

Where and what were you doing the day the Nova Protection Act was enacted?

“God, I don’t know…” They shifted nervously then, rearranging their arms in front of them. Honestly, they couldn’t quite remember- bigotry and disdain from others had always been a part of their life, whether it be because they were poor and on the streets, or a person of color, or just plain female-passing, they were more than used to the ugliness of society to take note of the “important” day the world gained yet another reason to turn against them. “I was… probably eating ice cream in Staten Island or something. Wasn’t a big deal.”

Did you immediately run? Or did you try to obey the law and report to the Anti-Nova Force?

At the question, the couldn’t help but actually laugh. It was a dry, cynical laugh, one that rang hollowly in their chest, but a laugh all the same. “Yeah, like I’d turn myself in to the same people who’d “randomly” search me at an airport. I didn’t have to do anything. Nothing changed.” Other than the fact their existence officially put their family at risk for more than just being black market thieves. It was one thing to face prison time, and quite another to put their family in danger of detainment just or being associated with them. Looking back, that was exactly the day the left, but they made sure not to leave any indication it was because of the NPA.  Instead, that fateful day, they’d announced to their family they and their boyfriend were headed for the warm weather of Miami.

How have you survived this last year and a half or so? Did you have any help or were you all alone? How did you find Yalena’s Sanctuary?

"When you have the skills I have, it’s not too hard.” They pushed off from the wall then, choosing instead to pace a bit. This interview was getting tedious, and they were beginning to feel closed in. Uncomfortable. The nervous energy was coursing through their veins and they needed some way to work it out.  “I knew people who knew people, and when I wanted in, I found a way. That’s how transactions work.”  They weren’t about to disclose the favors they exchanged for information, or the people involved. The truth was that though their family had a reputation amongst the black market, they had one with its own standing as well. A few skeptical questions, and a bit of calculated risk in admitting to some stranger what they were had gotten them the key to sanctuary, and that’s what mattered.

It’d taken a long time getting from New York to the Sanctuary. Hitchhiking, mostly, plus a few long bus rides, and a train or two, but the passing days just brought them closer and closer to “safety.” Eventually they found a scout (or was found, it was hard to tell), and the rest, was, as they say, history.

What were you doing when the raid happened? How did you respond to the flood of Wardens? How quickly did you go through Yalena’s portal?

"I was… uhm…” Riann paused a moment, concentrating. What had the been doing? Something inconsequential. Something benign. Something completely disrupted by the ruin of the safety they’d imagined they had. Was it playing cards? Riann enjoyed counting cards, and loved to use the skill when given the chance. That was probably it. Something lazy. They couldn’t remember exactly, because the trauma of it all being ripped out from under them was something they didn’t want to acknowledge.  “I know I was with other people- I don’t do that a lot, just hanging out, so I remember that. And then this guy, he… slumped over. I saw the dart. Or maybe… it wasn’t a dart. Maybe it was a bullet wound.” They couldn’t remember clearly; perhaps in the nights spent afterwards they’d justified a bullet wound as being a dart to ease their conscience. They couldn’t be certain whether the figure had slumped over in sleep or in something far more permanent. Despite being focused on themself, a great deal of guilt followed them for not doing more that day. “And then there were wardens everywhere. I ran. I heard… screaming.” Panic. Pure panic. “I saw Marisol go through the portal, and I heard someone yell for help. I… watched them fall to the ground. And then, I ran. I…” They knew they could’ve brought more people through. Could’ve at least tried. “I did what I had to do.”

What has living in The Imperium been like for you? Do you feel safer than before? Is it better or worse than on the run, or Yalena’s Sanctuary?

There was an audible pause, silence reverberating with the thoughts collecting in Riann’s mind. Their weight echoed with such strength it was a wonder the AI hadn’t already read each passing thought as it grew.  Finally, they let out a defeated sigh and rolled their eyes, settling on indifference and sarcasm for their response. It was too poignant, to real, to say what they really felt. “There’s no wardens yet, so obviously it’s a 10 out of 10…” False flattery was a go-to of theirs when they didn’t want to be honest. In the back of their mind, they wondered whether or not their satisfaction (or dissatisfaction) with their new home could get them booted and back on the streets. Alone. Truthfully? They felt caged. Locked in. Imprisoned with a group of people they mostly didn’t trust, and half they didn’t like. Perhaps it’d be easier to be back on the streets, but at least here their wrist wasn’t going to get scanned at any given moment. They couldn’t tell which they missed more- the safety of being surrounded by similar individuals in the sanctuary, where at least they could be themselves, or the rose-tinted memories of being at home with people that, whether they truly knew Riann or not, they knew they were loved.

“So long as you don’t turn into the terminator, I guess I’m good here.”

The last question. If war broke out between Novas and the humans, which side will you be on?

"I’d be on the side that keeps me safe.” Their answer was pointed and clear, but it didn’t quite explain. Riann’s ties to the human world were something they wouldn’t want to ever speak of, but they’d also made at least one friend within the group of novas, and maybe that was enough. Maybe the idea of coexistence was so long gone that they’d have to side with the novas, knowing that they could never truly belong in the human world. When push came to shove, Riann would choose their kind, but they didn’t want to admit that, even to themself. The idea of belonging to something bigger than them was both incredibly enticing and terrifying.

CONNECTIONS:

Tell us your feelings on their provided connections/relationships and also any other connections you’d be interested in exploring outside of those already provided.

The Hare- I LOVE their friendship. The idea that someone somehow, pushed past the walls Riann has built up and has become important to them is so special.  I don’t think Riann would be capable of functioning if they were truly alone for a long time, so this connection is in a way vital to their survival. It’s important enough that I don’t think even Riann understands the gravity of what their feelings for the Hare means, or what they’d do to protect that connection. Since I interpret Riann as demisexual, this is the type of relationship I’d see a possible romantic future in (be it unrequited or not), so I’m definitely excited to see where it leads, but it could also definitely be entirely platonic, familial even, depending on the chemistry and what going on with Marisol, so I’ll just say I’m excited either way.

The Raven- With the personality traits prescribed to Riann, and their history, I can see this being a super interesting connection. Depending on the plot development, I could see the raven bringing out Riann’s more cut-throat nature, but the way I see it, the Raven is one of Riann’s enemies. They trust their gut too much, and will never really be able to trust the Raven. That being said I wanna throw them together as much as possible because who doesn’t love bringing out the worst in their character?

Other connections- I would like to see someone become almost mentor-like to Riann, or vice-versa. They really do havea great capacity to love, it just takes a lot of time to get there, and I want Riann to CARE about others. Preferably several others. In a variety of capacities. I also want someone to just dislike them- with Riann’s personality, it’s completely plausible. They’d definitely question and distrust anyone with authority over them (they even did with Yalena, to an extent, but there was a level of respect with her not afforded to many).

HEADCANONS:

Riann has a series of 6 freckles down their inner forearm that form a nearly perfect line, and traces them subconsciously if they’re really overwhelmed as a sort of grounding mechanism.

Most of the time, they use they pronouns, but occasionally will identify as especially female. As such, I’d write them mostly as they/them, with the occasional she/her thread, but maintain whichever pronouns I start with through the duration of that thread.

They LOVE spice. Curry especially, but they’ve been known to chow down on hot asian and latin foods as well. Not only do they have a taste for it and enjoy the adrenaline rush that comes with the scovilles, but growing up, the spicier their food was, the smaller the chance anyone else would try to eat it. Their affinity was born of necessity, but they’ve grown to truly enjoy a good hot sauce.

CHANGES:

n/a

DETAILED IC INFORMATION

(OPTIONAL STUFF; THIS IS ALL MERELY SUGGESTIONS, NONE OF IT IS REQUIRED)

Character tropes and archetypes related to this character: Bunker Woman, Affectionate Pick Pocket, The Artful Dodger,  Friend in the Black Market, Karmic Thief, Little Miss Con Artist Other: Defrosting the Ice Queen/The Power of Friendship,  Hidden Heart of Gold, Anti-Villain,

Goals: I’d love to see Riann swing towards an extreme- their self-interest keeps them rather neutral politically and such, but the right plotting could make them go Good™ or Bad™ and I’m so ready for EITHER. I want them to make someone mad and get their ass kicked, to show them they’re not quite as independent and strong as they think they are. I want their morality to be put to the test, and have to choose between saving a life and killing, or the consequences of doing nothing in a situation where they can do something. I want them to deal with authority figures and get to a point where they accept that authority figure. I don’t see Riann as a leader, per say, but they’d make a great sidekick eventually, and then, depending on the long run, it’d be interesting to make them step up as leader as well, but that’s not what I see in the immediate future.

I made a mockblog for them (sideblog to this one to reblog inspo and such): https://vulpeculamockblog.tumblr.com/

ANYTHING ELSE?

I also answered the ability question for the doppleganger morphing because I also think it’s really cool, and would love to play with either!

[dnd-inspiration]

If you’ve sent me an ask within 30 days… it's here!

If yours isn’t here, send it again!  I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you guys. It’s been a few crazy weeks, I’m generally a lazy person, and having more than 5 asks stresses me out so I avoid my inbox. So lets get to it!

@leonmashedpotatoes Hello there, I'm going to be running a 3.5 shackled city campaign and I'm excited about the campaign, but I'm nervous because my homebrew campaigns have been making me super overwhelmed and I don't end up having any fun playing and the session just ends anticlimactically. How can I keep myself from getting overwhelmed? I figured it'd be easier since I'm using a module but I'm still nervous that I won't end up having fun PLeS HalP

It depends! Why does it overwhelm you? Are you organized enough? Do your players ask you stupid questions that you didn’t think you had to prepare for? Get good at predicting those dumb questions, or get good at improv. Are they doing things you don’t want them to do, like going north when they should go south? Just change the stuff happening in the south to the north. Or block off the path. I’d also recommend taking a 5 - 10 min break. Get up, stretch, get some snacks, etc. AS for anticlimactic session ends, try to plan for a good stop or stop playing too long. Sometimes sessions I’m in go so long we basically end when someone falls asleep.

@meme-regime

Hi, gonna DM a campaign that revolves around 2 countries at war. The campaign will eventually build up to each country having a superweapon, but the players only know about the enemy's. They are sent to stop it and while gone the allied country's goes off accidentally. My question is, how should i get my players invested in the story and really care about and join one side, rather than just do mercenary work? Its a war over land, so neither side is necessarily in the right, morally. Thanks!

Ask them to come up with detailed backstories about where they’re from, any friends, etc. Put those NPCs in the town in the region you want. Maybe one side pays well, maybe one side is filled with [x “evil” race]. Have them meet NPCs that they themselves care about their land. You can’t really force anyone to care about anything. I always stressed myself out when I cared if they did, so I stopped caring. And weirdly enough they started!

@ anon

I want to start dm'ing a campaign. Any advice for someone who's never dm'd before?

Just read up on the rules, find a module you want to try, read through it, and relax!

@ anon

I need to create a D&D character for a group me and my friends are starting. How do I go about it?

I use the app “5th edition Character Sheet” and I love it. If you pay 1 dollar you get to level up easy. There are guides online to help you out. Reading the player's handbook also helps! Make sure you and your buds know what level you’re starting at, and if you’re doing point buy or rolling your stats.

@sevenawkwarddays

So, I just recently started DMing and my group really seems to enjoy inns and enjoys roleplaying visiting one. I'm running out of gimmicks and fun quirks to give them and was wondering if you have any advice or suggestions?

Watch/read/listen to media related to that and take inspiration from there. Look up historical inns, look up local bed and breakfast joints, etc. There are some cool podcasts about history, myths, etc.

@irl-yuya

I'm writing a campaign for my friends (in which I will be both DMing and playing a character) should I get ideas, just knowing my friends' classes and see what happens or wait until they've finished character building? (We're using fan made classes. Dancer, Death Weapon (based on the show Soul Eater) and Dragon Slayer Wizard (based on Fairy Tail.)

Its your campaign, you should make it no matter what they want to play. Their races and classes shouldn’t matter too much. I’m in the middle of writing a campaign where Drow are despised, much more than normal, and driven out of towns. I’d gently suggest my players not play Drow, but hey if they want I won’t stop them. They just need to know what they’re getting into. I’m not about to change my entire campaign just because they want to play Drow but not be treated unfairly.

@ anon

Im setting up a Lamia lair in an old desert ruin, and so far i have a Lamia, jackalweres, manticores, and slaves occupying it. I have a maze, main lair, and slave cages planned, but i want it to be bigger. Any ideas???

Honestly I have no idea what Lamia is and google didn’t help… so here are some maybe not so helpful suggestions.

Room of pots, some overflowing with rubies. When you dig for more, its sand. If one breaks, endless sand pours out.

A giant room with pillars, and a single set of stairs that almost goes up to the ceiling.

A room dedicated to giving gifts to gods. You probably shouldn’t take anything. Should leave something instead.

Giant crocs who can be appeased with hearts

@ anon

So, in my campaign, almost all the PCs have a dead sibling, so I try to emphasize familial bonds in the story. Would having the BBEG's goal to bring back their own dead sibling be keeping to the motif or just lazy writing? Any suggestions for alternatives or ways to make that more interesting?

Whats bad about bringing your sibling back? Obviously raising the dead is a bit iffy but if I was one of your players I wouldn’t hunt him down for doing that. Maybe his sibling is bigger, badder, and generally better at doing evil stuff.

@didthething

My players are wandering through a mountainous region, with occasional Kobold tribes interspersed. They are searching for an old tower surrounded by a thick, cloying fog. What might they run into while they are wandering about?

I don’t have a monster manual, but I’d look into that to help you out! Rocs could be funny, since they sound like “rocks”. Bullets? Birds, goats, other typical animals you’d find on a mountain. Maybe some mountain monks or something.

@candalable

I think this is totally doable for your first game. Neat idea! I think your plot is fine, I don’t have any points. Since this is set in one place, make this places VERY detailed. Names, ages, jobs of all npcs they come across, town export and import, etc. Not sure about puzzles since everything sets back to normal tbh.

@anon

I'm DMing a session and my players are in a campaign where they're in a magical rubix cube dungeon that rotates and opens paths to new rooms when they interact with certain parts of the room they're in. I'm trying to design each room to be unique in both it's layout and what kind of challenge they'll have to go through, and i've already got three rooms planned out, but i'm running dry on cool ideas for puzzles, traps, or fun battles for them to stumble into. There are 5 players if it helps.

@anon

Could read through my blog and see if you can apply/tweak any to a room. Look up popular brain teasers and puzzles, twist them to a dnd setting. A room with a long staircase, halfway up you notice a really tall being just staring at you. Narrow bridge to get to the other side, but its cut. You can climb down the ladder into darkness. The other side seems slanted enough you can climb up.

@literal-trash-heap

In an adventure I'm writing, I need a monster that could make ships mysteriously vanish, but still be suitable for first level players. I was thinking maybe something to do with ghosts and the ethereal plane, but any suggestions would be terrific!

Low HP powerful monster that actually only makes ship invisible and sets them off course? Otherwise your suggestion sounds great.

@anon

In the party I have, everyone seems to be focused on only the task ahead and they aren't finding creative ways to overcome challenges. How can I change this and slyly force them into some RP and world exploration?

You can’t make them play how you want them to. If you want them to get into room A, and the door is locked and you don't want them busting it down but finding the key… make it impossible to break down. Thats as far as you can force their hand though. Maybe they like the straight path? You can introduce some NPCs  that want to show them the world, or need an escort.

@anon

Several sessions ago the party I have been DMing helped an Armorer and a Weaponsmith get together. Now, they've been invited to their wedding. It looks like the party wants to go so I want to spice it up a bit. I'm thinking some sort of monster should attack mid vows but I'm not sure what would be good. The wedding will take place in a city set on the side of a mountain, and the players should be about level five by the time they get there. But I have no idea what the monster should be

@anon

Look in the monster manual? Maybe there is a crazed ex lover that wants revenge. Maybe some giant birds want the bird seed, or see shiny objects in the wedding like the rings or decorations.

@anon

im dming for my four friends, but two of them chose to be bards, and the other two are a cleric and a wizard. should i like, force some of them to change roles or is there someway for me to change monsters and enemies so they dont get completely junked

I’d tell everyone everyone’s class, see if they’re okay with that, and treat them like any normal party. I treat my normal parties like they CAN die… but if they’re nice and don’t do stupid stuff, they only almost die. I don’t force my players but if you’re cool with that and so are they, go for it I guess.

@cometgrace

I have a question, if you don't mind. I'm really interested in playing d&d but I have no friends who would be interested so I'm looking to play it online. The problem is, I have absolutely no experience with the game and I know pretty much nothing. What's a good way a get started and figure out the game? or a good way to just learn the ropes?

Read up the players handbook and go online! Roll20.net is something people use. You can also find game shops in your town that host [free] dnd nights with tables for you to use! For free! Most people are patient. Just be up front that that you’re new and do your best to play along.

@gxjira

i have an idea for a campaign and several little details for it but for some reason i cant connect them? so far i have a tiny town full of completely regular people, a well with weird powers, the lunar eclipse and a bad time

Sorry but there isn’t nearly enough information for me to help you out!

@synodicstudying

I have a new DND session this weekend and I'm dusting off one of my old character ideas- a wood elf druid with a chronically ill wife and a 10 year old stepson, driven by trying to find the cure for her wife. She's definitely a motherly figure, with an emphasis on healing and shapeshifting abilities who I mean to make into the glue of the party, but I just got the setting. We're in the Arctic. Any ideas on how to adapt her to fit?

I love your idea so much!  Why not have her travel from your beautiful home continent? The arctic supposedly has the oldest seed in the world, frozen in time. And its one of the things you need for your wife!

@anon

So my players have unknowingly contacted the first arcs Big Bad and asked them for work. The Big Bad has been scrying on them and is slowly recognizing them as a threat, not just an annoyance. He's in a really good position to get rid of them without losing his sterling reputation. Any suggestions on how he could do this without tipping his hand that he's a villain to the party until it's too late?

Having them do tasks that kind of fuck up the town, or powerful people only. Tasks like taking a package from the Yarl to X address, instead of Y making it look like you stole it.

[noonmutter]

෴ - Tell us about your day.

Rollin’ with yesterday, since it’s barely 10:30 AM right now–

Not too bad, although being at work on holidays is generally kind of a drag. Not for the reason you’d assume; Easter isn’t a holiday my family (or friends) really celebrate much, besides giving each other a metric buttload of candy and/or small presents. Or, in the case of my mom one year, a Keurig.

…Mom tends to send me things under whatever excuse is most convenient.

Anyway, since my job revolves around restaurants and food delivery, I wound up not doing a great deal of actual work beyond fielding phone calls from restaurants wanting to close for the day or asking why we closed them for the day. Because restaurant owners apparently just…all suck at answering faxes, emails and phone calls from us asking for their holiday hours in advance. Days like those end up either extremely low-key, or ungodly stressful, depending on how well staffed we are and whether anything major breaks down.

I spent a whole lotta my downtime yesterday refreshing tumblr, opening the legion app, and praying for prompts. Got home, joined in on a small Sunday night raid for normal Elisande/Gul’Dan (I got 880 tier from both! :D) and heroic Botanist (several attempts to kill him, no loot, still pleased with myself), then hopped into a rando group for heroic Trilliax (took three attempts once I got there) and heroic Krosus (they failed twice). I wanted to do something less stressful after that, ran around with @dwyndel helping her do a legion assault and some other stuff for a little bit before my hand stopped letting me play.

Now I kinda wanna just RP some lazy or conversation-heavy stuff all day. Leon has been quietly feeling sorry for himself since he got back from Gilneas and Terry is trying to convince himself that killing the messed-up mimic that’s in prison right now would not do anything good for him.

Oh and also Terry and Dwyn admitted to each other that they dig one another. Technically they did that Thursday, but the conversation took about three and a half days to finish.

[archivesdiveronarpg]

Congratulations, FERB! You’ve been accepted for the role of BEATRICE. Admin Bree: I was worried we wouldn’t find someone to bring our beloved Brielle back to us, but Ferb, you did such a lovely job bringing her to life that I couldn’t imagine not giving you the role! She’s a unique character, especially in a setting like this, but you handled her characterization with grace and made her so genuine. Your interview captured her perfectly, and other little things sprinkled throughout your app—like promising herself she’ll put the money she spent on headphones back into her savings—made her feel so real. Well done! Welcome to DiVerona! Your request to change her faceclaim to Aisha Dee has also been accepted. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours. 

                                                                                 WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Hi, I’m Ferb!

Age | I’m Nineteen!

Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Activity Level | I’m as active as I can be, depending on the dashboard (and from what I hear, this RP is super active, so no problem there!) and depending on how my classes are going. It depends on how often I’m in exams and such (finals week will be hell, and I’ll definitely ask for a hiatus). But, I should be online often when there’s not too much going on!

Timezone | MST until June, then I’ll be in the CST again!

Permission | Of course, yes!

In Character

Character | I’m hoping I can get face claim change, to Aisha Dee!

BEATRICE. aka BRIELLE ALEXANDRA KING

What drew you to this character?

Beatrice is my absolute favorite Shakespeare character. I adore her, and when Brielle was originally released, I began an application that was never finished. Portions of this are that app, but much of it has been edited now that she’s been revealed as a member of the Spades. I think Brielle’s fierce individuality and independence are what originally led me to fall for, to think of her as the combative woman who Beatrice was in the play isn’t completely accurate, but also isn’t anything near inaccurate. I think of Brielle as a complement to Beatrice almost, a girl who’s fiercely independent nature and kind words can exist in a harmony that leaves her almost unpredictable. Basically, I love the idea of a character who feels a bit like a blank slate, a new page ready to be filled with a lot of the future and much less of the past, and that’s why I was drawn fiercely to Brielle.

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

SPADES - “Why’d you join, anyways? It just doesn’t seem like your kind of thing. How much better did it make your life, how much easier were your sorrows? Or was it simply a matter of money, like the horses when you were young?”

The Spades are vital to the growth of Brielle, though Brielle is not so vital to the growth of the Spades, now that they’ve entered Verona. Beginning as a sleeper agent and feeling like one of the most powerful people in the world was intoxicating. Even though she doesn’t need the group to live her life, even though she could simply go back to racing horses and running the wire, she liked that feeling of being on top. So, the plan for her now is to try and climb ranks in the Spades, to prove her worth to the group and to make sure they truly appreciate her. She’s not meant to stay a soldier forever, especially after all she’s sacrificed for the Spades themselves. She wants what she’s due, and that’s a higher rank than simply “soldier”.

CHASING THE WIRE - “You’re run a billion scams and you’ll run a billion more, but the Wire is your most common. This scam’s one of the oldest in the book, so why do you adore it so much, what makes that your go-to moneymaking opportunity?”  

Horse racing has been Brielle’s occupation since she began barrel racing at nine years old, and now that she’s in Verona, caring for the horses is the cover that she’s adopted. She continues her old ways, never stopping to think about what that may get her. She’s a soldier, but that spark of independence that will never die holds onto Brielle, pushing her to be the best. The richest, namely. She pulls the Wire as often as possible, although it often takes several weeks to pull off a successful one, Brielle has practically perfected the wire. It’s simple, she grooms and cares for horses, trains them, and that gives her the edge to make the most off of clueless race tracks. This is a big deal for her, as her involvement with the Spades will bring down some of her income from races and the Wire. She’ll have to give something up, and this is probably the first thing to go. And for a girl as independent as Brielle, she’s not going to like having to give up something that she’s good at, for the benefit of the team.

In Depth

What is your favorite place in Verona?

”The stables.” Brielle states, the words almost automatic. Of course, the answer is easy, and the question less of a real one and more of an obvious kind of joke.

“My horses are what got me this far, and they’re such gentle creatures. It’s nice to get out of my head and into my work. I don’t have to second guess myself there.” Brielle states, and she frowns a little bit, her mind wandering as she thinks of the animals she’s lost.

She thinks back to the time she first met Faron Vasilev, his offer of being her benefactor if in exchange she moved to Verona to help scope out the competition. It had seemed like the very best deal then, and still seemed like the perfect situation now. The Spades had been, in some ways, good to her. They’d gotten her the job in the stable of champion racehorses and they’d gotten her a residence in Verona.

She knew she should be more grateful for their kindness, but she also knew that she’d done most of the heavy lifting herself. In her heart, Brielle knew that she could have done it on her own, and maybe it would have taken far longer, but one day she would have climbed the ladder and arrived in the same place, perhaps even in the same set of stables.  

“It’s more about being on my own, doing what I love and what I’m good at, than where I am. If the stable were across town, it would still be my favorite place. It’s almost as if it’s a symbol of what I’ve accomplished, and maybe that’s what makes me so sure about it.”

What does your typical day look like?

“A typical day?” Brielle turns towards the stable hand that her employer had hired. “Here, at least, things are easy. Feeding Benny here,” she pauses here, patting the side of her favorite horse with a blinding smile, “plus making sure he’s ready to race.We go for a few practice laps, just to see if he’s doing any better than before or what we need to do to improve.”

She thinks of her days spent in the monotony of the stables, and knows that perhaps as a child she would never have considered her father’s profession. That would have been a grave mistake, of course. Her days are filled with no amount of mistakes, now, Brielle has grown too careful for childish things such as that.

“Then, I go home and get to real work.” She’d never reveal it to the stable hand, for she had no idea his alignment, but her work at home is a bit more devious than her work here. “I’m like a fly on the wall,” she jokes, “that applies here, too. Especially if you choose not to do the job correctly.”

The stable hand laughs awkwardly, but Brielle’s laugh is a little more genuine in comparison. “It’s a joke, don’t worry too much about it. You should be fine, especially since they’re very picky with who they hire.”

She goes back to brushing the mane of Benny with a smile, and when she’s finished, turns back, “Bring me that water bucket, please?” She asks, and watches as the nervous kid scrambles to bring it to her, and lets her mind wander to faraway places.

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

Beatrice laughs outright at the question, “It’s a challenge, a battle that neither side will ever win.” She turns towards the woman who’d asked the question and faced them outright.

“It’s a war. Am I really expected to enjoy it? I think mainly, it gets in the way of my life, now. St. Petersburg was much easier to run all over.” Brielle smiles, knowing fully well that she didn’t know all too much about St. Petersburg in the way everyone else  

Brielle’s on a different side, neither Montague or Capulet, she’s an agent of her own design (and Faron Vasilev’s, but that’s not the point). “Anyways, I don’t believe in taking sides for the losing teams. If you’re going to win in life, you’ve got to choose the winning ticket correctly to get anywhere. It’s just like gambling. Except, I don’t play with the odds, I only bet on what I know will win.” Brielle lets out a laugh, her eyes glittering with pride in the Spades.

“That’s why I didn’t choose either of those groups, because they’re both going down if they’re not careful. They’ll destroy each other before a peace can be met, or they’ll be destroyed by some mysterious newcomers from the north. It’s a shame, honestly, so much talent and hard work, all for nothing.”

In-Character Para Sample:

Fingertips move along the panes of glass in car windows, cutting into the raindrops resting on them and leaving a long, thin line from the beginning of Brielle’s walk to the end. Music turned up far too loud screams inside an apartment building, but Brielle pays it absolutely no mind, instead focusing on the softer music whispering into her ears through an old set of headphones she’d bought at the St. Petersburg airport. She’d sworn that as soon as she set foot in Verona, that whenever her very first paycheck arrived, she’d put the twenty dollars back into her savings account, and wouldn’t spend money on things that were completely unneeded.

It was a stayover from her childhood, never quite having enough money to get by, that taught her the principles of her thriftiness. Her clothes were a good example, too. Her shirt once belonged to her mother, and the heavy jacket had sat on her father’s shoulders for many years. Her shoes were ones she’d stolen from her little sister, boot styled high heels that she’d grown out of in junior high that still fit the petite feet of Brielle with only a small amount of discomfort.

She was going to go to the Tempest Lounge, to perhaps find someone who had pertinent information about the goings of either mob, something she could feed to Faron. Hopefully, the Spades would join her in Verona soon. Hopefully, she wouldn’t feel so alone in a sea of faces that passed by, only a few catching her attention.

She felt so young, yet so old at the same time, like a child who’d already seen far too much. And maybe that’s exactly what she was, a child who’d forever been tormented by poverty, who never truly grew up but never truly was young. She was caught in a limbo, an outsider in a city full of those who carried native accents.

The diner looked as inviting as any place in Verona, and reminded her of home in a way nothing in the city had. It had a retro, almost American theme. Brielle walked in slowly, looking around for a familiar face, and she could have sworn she’d seen her baby sister there, laughing with a milkshake straw in her mouth and enchanting whatever boy had settled on being in love with her that week. For a second, Brielle was home.

But then she noticed Catherine Daly, a member of Capulet clan and a girl who’d caught Brielle’s eyes multiple times within the course of collecting information. She’d met the girl in person, had shaken her hand a few times even, and so the decision was nearly automatic. Brielle needed a companion, and there was Catherine, just like fate.

“Mind if I sit here?” Brielle asks, a soft smile playing on her features. Catherine’s mirrors her own, maybe a promise of a friendship if all goes well. Catherine nods, and Brielle takes the seat across from her as quickly as she can.

“So, what brings you here?” Catherine asks, and Brielle reads the uncertainty in her voice easily. They’d always say she could read people without even having to try, and maybe her friends back in St. Petersburg were right.

“Well, I was going to go to the Tempest Lounge, but… It seemed pointless? I don’t even know why, it just… Didn’t seem like what I wanted to do tonight. And, so I took off on a walk and stumbled upon this place. It reminded me of my home even before I walked in. It’s a little weird, how an American restaurant ended up in both Italy and Russia.” Catherine laughs at Brielle’s little joke, and suddenly they’re like kindergarten friends.

Trading stories is easy, from  their childhoods and from their time in Verona. “When I turned sixteen, my sister was convinced I was going to leave them for good, because I could finally get honest work. So, she held me hostage. I wish I was kidding, but she locked me in our bathroom and wouldn’t let me leave until I completely promised to not leave without saying goodbye. My aunt had up and left in the night months before, and she was absolutely distraught at the thought that I’d do the same thing.” Catherine was laughing at the lively story told, and Brielle could feel her eyes glittering with wonder at the fact that she’d found a kindred soul in such a mad city.

They talk for hours, eating chicken fingers and drinking milkshakes. (“Comfort food.” Brielle assures Catherine. “It’s good for the soul.”)

“You know, you’re really easy to talk to, like… I’ve never met anyone I was able to just throw my life at like that.” Brielle states, as the diner seems like it’s beginning to close up, and Brielle realizes they’re one of the three tables still taken.

“I should get going, but… We should do this again sometime? I can give you my phone number, and we can, like, hang out or something.” Brielle smiles at Catherine, and maybe in a way she’s fallen a bit in love but in another way she’s just made her first real friend in Verona.

Catherine’s the first person she won’t call Faron about, and Brielle’s happiness at that fact is overwhelming.

Extras: This app ended up being super last minute, but I wanted to thank you guys for the reserve!

[godsandvillainsrpg-blog]

Congratulations, SYMONE! You have been accepted as KIAH CHAMBERS.

Note from Admin Jade: Kiah is a much more complicated girl than the world gives her credit for, and it was clear from the very beginning of your app that you understand that without a doubt. You showed me both sides to this Parisian Roman princess — the Kiah that's concerned with material, wealth, status, and (of course) the limelight, and the more fragile soul beneath that craves affection and validation. Your sample did such a wonderful job of capturing her flair for the dramatic, and beyond that, you showed her reasons behind it all — that she’s got a very sensitive soul that hurts far more easily than she’d like to acknowledge. I can’t wait to watch her demand all of our attention on the dashboard — and I know she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Name: problem child, but I will answer to Symone

Age: 23

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: CST

Triggers: REMOVED

Anything Else? I’m so down for yall, regardless if I’m accepted or not, this is an amazing rp and I cant wait for you to start.

IN CHARACTER

Desired Character: Kiah “Princess” Chambers

Describe this character in your own words: S P O I L E D B R A T— that’s how you spell princess, right? I’ve nicknamed Kiah the primadonna because her life is truly a production that of which she is the star. She’ll do anything to keep her single spotlight and her name on the giant social media marquee. Every tantrum, meltdown, and blowout is marketable, every party, shopping spree, and getaway is an event. If there’s one thing I know Kiah looks forward to is an occasion– but that’s only surface. underneath I Kiah has this very deep need for affection that lasts and personally I don’t think she realizes how much she really wants it because material thing fill her up and she jumps from item to item. Real love is is something she lacks, especially maternally and the way it effects her demeanor shows more than she means it to.

What are this character’s motives? luxury my girl Kiah is a princess who needs to be taken care of. She needs to be coddled she’s honestly been cared for and for so long that in Rome she’s secretly out of her element.

What potential plots do you foresee for this character? REMOVED

Would you be open to this character’s death? REMOVED

PARA SAMPLE

Cue William Tell: Overture by Rossini as the scene opens up to a luxurious princess bedroom, complete with lace drawn canopy, in its center lies a sleeping princess with a dainty eye mask over her covered eyes as she slept away her morning hangover. Her beloved peace and quite is suddenly disrupted by the ever obnoxious sound of a whirring vacuum cleaner….

Kiah could feel the anger pooling in her veins as she woke with a groan, forcing herself to to open her eyes to the darkness presented by the pink sleep mask she wore. She had not yet risen, thought the clock was nearing 10:30 in the morning. Even in her blindness she could still feel the room spin ever so slightly, remnants of the night before coming to mind. It was the two thousand dollar bottle of Hennessy Paradis she’d flaunted on Instagram with her friends in the VIP section of Le Crazy Horse de Paris the night before. The photo had nearly 2,000 likes before she’s gone to sleep and probably accumulated thousands more by now, but her social standing (currently) was of no concern. What was the loud whirring that was much too close to her ears. With a huff, Kiah sat up, pulling off the eye mask and squinting at the bright morning view. “Who the hell is being this insufferable this early in the morning?” She muttered to herself as her attention turned to her Persian cat, Lady Balmain perched upon an extravagant cat tower. “Did the stupid housekeeper wake you up baby?” She pulled herself out of bed to walk over to the white-haired cat scratching her behind the ears. “Come on now, let’s go see who doesn’t respect the sanctity of beauty rest.” And in a swift motion, she lifts the cat from its pink perch and carries her into her closet. In the walk out space she notices the stacks of cardboard boxes, her closet usually adorned with the latest fashion and accessories now looking barren as her personal house keeper, Brigitte packed and stored belongings as two others cleaning and vacuumed. They hadn’t stopped their hurried movements until Kiah cleared her throat.

“Miss Kiah,” Brigitte was the first to speak up, her voice soft and gentle, always treading lightly around Kiah, the girl would never admit how find she was of the woman who was truly always the first to tend to her desires— and quell a tantrum. “My apologies we didn’t mean to wake you.”

Kiah would have started a rant then and there, but her confusion was still set on her near empty closet. “What are you doing?” She quipped, letting Lady Balmain fall to her paws onto the plush carpet.

“Packaging your items for the move as your mother requested dear.” Both Kiah and Brigitte spoke fluent French, but Kiah looked at the older woman as if she was speaking Chinese. “—What?”

“The move to Rome next week, you mother has been planning for wee—” Kiah held up her hands to interrupt the woman, she could feel her blood boil, her body desperately aching to scream at the top of her lungs, but she held off, storing the energy for later. “Get out.” The maids all looked to one another before she raised her voice and they moved to scurry away. She stopped Brigitte however, snatching her would be outfit of the day out of the woman’s hands. “Have a French press ready for me in when I finish preparing for the morning. Thank you.” The woman nodded and left Kiah to her own devices, heading to the showers to deliberate How she would crucify her parents for finding new and creative ways of ruining her life.

Two very tense hours later, Kiah sat primped and polished with a French press in hand and her rose gold iPhone in the other typing away to several different group chats while her father and mother sat across from her inside of his office. She hardly came into the room where her parents played most of their little games or devised their dubious plots unless she wanted something she couldn’t get, today she came to yell.

“Kiah, you’ve known for weeks now that we were moving—”

“YOU were moving, papa you didn’t say WE—” she gestured to her elder brother Zaine, who stood quietly in the background waiting to play mediator. “— were moving. To Italy’s no less, it’s as if you’re purposely trying to ruin MY life.”

“Had you come to the several discussions about this move instead of gallivanting off to Monte Carlo or whatever beach you can find to parade your ass on you would have known this was going to be a family operation.” Celine’s words were curt and to the point and they stung like small cuts to the body, every word. “Don’t feign surprise or throw one of your tantrums, neither of us have the time.”

“You’re being absolutely putrid, mother.”

“And I’m sure you would know, living definition. How I was saddled with such an ingrate I will never understand.” It had been clear from the beginning of the conversation Celine didn’t have the energy to deal with Kiah, gesturing to Harland to finish the job for her.

“Kiah, everything is already set in motion, there is no staying in France. You’ll join the rest of us as we join your family in Rome. Period.”

The tantrum that had been bubbling since she’d awoken that morning suddenly rose to the top as Kiah Chambers let loose a blood curling scream.

“I DON’T EVEN SPEAK ITALIAN AND YOU WANT ME TO MOVE ALL THE WAY TO ROME IN A WEEK. YOU’RE MAKING ME DROP EVERYTHING I HAVE GOING ON FOR ME HERE FOR UNCLE CHRISTIAN WHO DIDN’T EVEN INVITE ME TO HIS WEDDING. IT’S NOT EVEN MILAN, ITS ROME YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE SOME SAD PATHETIC TOURIST WHILE YOU—”

“ENOUGH.” Harland’s voice was booming, clear that he’d endured enough torture, Kiah grew quiet and slightly smug, knowing her father would follow routine to give her what she wanted. “Continue to assist Brigitte in packing your things and make your necessary arrangements,.I suggest you hurry, you have less than a week.”

The shock and utter disbelief that fell over Kiah when he father refused to fold for her. it left her in complete silence, something that was nothing short of unheard of in their household, reasoning with her parents hasn’t worked, screaming at them hadn’t worked either. Kiah only had one card left in her deck to play.

She cried.

In a matter of seconds, wild wracking sobs overcame her slender frame. “THIS ISNT FAIR!”

Celine, sitting on the edge of her husbands desk was completely in amused by her daughters cries, In fact her face held a look of that could not be mistaken for anything other than regret. “Fine. You won’t move, your father, brother and I will move to Italy as planned and you’ll be left here…”

Kiah’s sobs died down only to hear the end of her mother’s words. “And we will leave you penniless and without a place to stay, does that suit you?”

Her frustration met one last miserable scream as she bolted out of the room, ignoring her brother’s calls to calm down. it was not happening, there was no way in hell this was happening to her.

“Hey Instagram! You’ll never believe what I’m up to today— let me show you. [pans to an empty room and closet.] if your first guess was remodeling, you’re off— I’m moving! To the Eternal City herself, Roma! Clearly Paris wasn’t enough for me, I can’t very well be queen of one city, I must have two! So, if you want to stay update, follow me on snapchat for more updates, you won’t wanna miss out. Au revoir à la ville-lumière, and ciao la città eterna!” [ she blows a kiss and the video ends right before the one minute mark]

EXTRAS

here is her tag, and a playlist. luh u/

[bertievi]

Mun ramble and it's a biggie! Sorry!

I woke up and had this strange twisty time thing where I was convinced that I was still part of that group I've mentioned before on here and was mad at myself for not having left already. It was a wired ass feeling! 

Until that hand over of power from the first admin onto the new plot, everything felt like it had been fine and dandy. We were all friends, sent Christmas cards, talked on whats*app and sk*ype until the early hours, you know the general rp experience after years of writing together and helping to build a world and develop characters so much that I was convinced my muse would remain a pernament muse. He's since gone, alas but he truly was my best developed muse because I played him for hours on end in realtime chat, night after night after night. He had so much backstory, elements the show didn't explore that were fundamental parts of his nature, it was great fun! 

Thinking back though, while the IC was five years worth of pages and pages of rping every night, the OOC was horrendously toxic. I was in this group through my uni years, I worked in retail through uni too which left me limited time as it was to actually do university work, but I felt like I needed to rp for my sanity’s sake. Unfortunately this sort of dependency on the group meant I was the coward who turned a blind eye when the admin, who I thought of as a close friend, turned on fellow group members viciously. She would vague about a characters actions that were, well in character and rage out when her victim picked up on it. 

Her plot was a good one, don't get me wrong she was a brilliant writer, but when things didn't go her way or someone disagreed with something she said in the OOC she would disappear for a couple of hours or even days, which is just a no-no for an admin of a realtime group. When she returned, she would sulk with this person, ignore all attempts of their apology and then after a few days say she was sorry herself and insist that the whole thing be dropped without discussion, which naturally deprived the other person of even defending themselves.

She was matriarch of the group and it was probably a missed opportunity to study the psychology of an online hierarchy because damn did I fall into that mentality. I was beta and didn't want to risk losing that position in the group. What's terrifying, it's only in looking back do I realise this even happened at all. I'm mad at myself for not seeing it sooner or doing something about it! 

As the years went on though, she had turned on me once or twice, she and another of her favourites would discuss my character’s actions in the public chat in full view of me and everyone else, making up reasons for his behaviour that I did not agree with but spent too long going without saying a word for fear of this sulking retaliation. Lord, if you did argue it out she would do all she could to guilt trip you into believing that it was you who was at fault, not the character or her for not allowing you to defend your characters actions. We lost over ten people to this retaliation and quite often at points in the plot where it would impact on how things would work out. If the other Mun beat her to the vanishing act, she would post some gabble about how she was upset and had to step back for a bit before doing so. This seemingly turned her into the victim and people, including myself, were on her side when this happened. 

Those that did leave, she would then claim they had been abusive to her in private messaging, demanding even in texting or generally a psycho that she was glad to be rid of and that the group was now a safer place to write in. I didn't notice at the time but quite often those that she argued with the most didn't actually announce they were leaving. It was only after getting admin passage in the chat itself that I could see they had since been blocked, though even in messaging them via whats*app they did not respond to me. Which in hindsight was completely understandable since it seemed as if I was entirely on the admins side. But these accusations of abuse would last for the duration of the chats life, convincing people after years of talking with them that these stories had to be true.

Of course as time passed, I became wise to this act and when I saw the tension building between her and another Mun, I would warn them and then message the admin privately. This allowed her to rant about this other Mun via a private message instead of in the main group for all to see, this prevented OOC drama so often that people just seemed happier and we seemed to grow closer as a group. We lost no one during this time, people could come to me if there was an issue and I would offer them advice on how to fix it or confront the admin myself and make it seem like I had noticed it before the other Mun had said anything. Though by happy accident, this was the start of a shift in power. 

When I was online, others felt as if they could talk more about their characters, what they were doing and how they were reacting. As an admin to the chat, I gave all of them the power to delete their posts, to re-write them, and as the original plot drew to a close, I was nominated to run the next plot, all of which I ran by the original admin (without revealing method) to which she agreed. My plot needed certain things to happen in order to work, but they were things I could put in the daily starters and when I retired to bed, the plot could easily continue without me while the characters worked on putting the pieces together. I had a muse in the ‘good guys’ group to pick up on things they missed when they consulted with him if they were really stuck on the clues and puzzles. The chat was never quiet, people were writing near constantly but there was always time to catch up on what had happened, things at least felt to me like they were much less pressured.

As my plot got to what was basically the the first major turn in events though,  one brave soul the former admin turned on publicly while I was asleep, told her she wasn't the admin anymore and didn't get to throw her weight around about how a character that wasn't hers should behave... well things took a serious turn in the wrong chat! 

The plot took off with eight people, one of which was a new comer to the group. After this incident, I began to notice that there was much less discussion in the OOC chat, that what was said was more about solving the puzzles of my plot rather than anything it used to be regarding personal things be they good or bad. The new comers character was a little problematic with the plot but I tried to adapt to allow them to play, though they wined OOC that I was hindering their muse... but they couldn't just find my villain because they were an angel... no one even knew who the villain was. I started to notice that the former admin and the afore mentioned favourite would be online together in the chat at ungodly hours, the chat silent but informing me of activity on the page regardless, which was informing me of private messaging. I could sense a tension and a shift. One person which used to bubble with excitement when she had cracked part of a code stopped talking to me altogether, chatting in the group but not to me. 

Two of the others said they were involved in another plot on tumblr and left suddenly and together. Another stopped interacting in the OOC chat completely, just focused entirely on the IC and nothing else until she stopped signing in too. Down to five members I wondered what had gone wrong and asked the remaining what they thought. Apparently the main concern was that my mastermind villain was human and therefore couldn't possibly be best their inhuman muses in a game of cat and mouse, that regardless of the muses intelligence, a power to locate anyone existed and they would use it even though they didn't actually know who they were looking for... and that's was it, that was their reasoning. I explained that they were up against Moriarty, that the NPCs they had met were all former muses of mine adapted to the plot and that Moriarty had buried himself in a hierarchy and hidden behind his reputation, they had actually met him several times and confided in him which of course he had used to cover his tracks. This was not liked at all and an argument erupted over  Moriarty as a character.

Now... I have always been fairly good at spotting a writing style. I used to be able to identify an online user by how they wrote very easily, less so now because there are soooo many people. But in a group of five, including myself noticing that two of the four I was talking to were the same person was... well, startling. The admin had created another identity, a new muse and had joined the group, the false Mun had been invited in by the former admin so really I should have put the pieces together sooner. I can't think why she would have done it, I allowed for multiple muses from the same Mun so there was no reason for IC purposes, which meant there was only OOC reasons.

I'm not that much of a wiz at computers but given the resources I had as admin of the group, I could look up an IP address and low and behold! I was right. Bizarrely the former admin defended me against her alter ego but I had already seen it was her behind both names. The two others, the afore mentioned favourite and the Mun which used to message me about cracking the codes were what were left. I was falsely outnumbered. I warned the code cracker what was happening and then set the plot up to finish in the IC before walking away. Years worth of writing wasted and gone because of one poisonous person.

I'm not proud of what I allowed to happen in the past, I don't like that I never confronted the former admin head on and I hate that I let her beat me. I know for a fact the chat is still open, likely I am another name on her ‘psycho’ list and will be discussed for years to come by people who don't even know me and are going on the admins words alone. I had once considered her a friend but if I have advice for you all it's that some people are simply looking to control not just your character but your online presence too, even friends are selfish and it is SO EASY to fall into a mentality that what's happening is normal. 

If this sounds familiar, don't make my mistake, stick up for yourself and walk away from that crap. My experience changed me, I'm less trusting but I sure as hell am determined never to let that happen again,  not to me nor anyone I see on the dash. 

[icaxnozomi]

intro !!

hi!! this is nozomi’s mun, angela/ang! i just got done reading every muse’s app and sending everyone messages!! (i’m sorry if i may have missed you  ;   ;)

i’m very excited to get things going with her! she may be a lesser known fc, but she is a muse that i’ve took the longest time to work on!! her background is complex and interesting (at least in my eyes), so i hope to get some plotting with you all soon  ;  u  ;  if you want to plot, please feel free to like this post! 

you can also reach me in the im’s or the dms ( rp twt is @/sayonararisus )! or you can also aim me ( kawaiillest@gmail.com ) but twitter is the best place to reach me!

here are some lil random musings below!! also pls like this if u wanna plot!

i dont usually angst but i am Angsting with nozomi… when i do things.. i go full force… (like when i make meme charas…. EVERYTHING is a meme) 

basically her bg is Very long but it will affect how i rp her… a lot… 

i kinda accidentally made her life into a drama im sorry bb nozomi…

like deadass i made a solo trilogy already.. get READY

ok anyways stop rambling ang

nozomi’s Dad was a well respected admiral of the luminara for like a long ass time (30 years i think) 

ok honestly just read this .. its the bulleted ver of her bg.. but its v impt.. here … i’ll write some main points BELOW but i’m leafing out many details

he was METAL…. he took no mercy and towards the end of his career he starts to hunt for rebel secrets… spilling them to the empire

obv loyalists are like… wait fuck he did #THAT and admire him and view him as a hero for going after rebels himself…

on a new mission he suddenly gets captured by rebels and he and his men are dead… nozomi is 10 at this time.

the bodies arent found but there is a bajorian funeral procession for her father and the men… nozomi gets a letter from the luminara’s new admiral written by her father (just in case he dies)… the main point is that her father says that he will send someone to tell her something he couldnt say .. when she is 18 (read here! v impt if u wanna plot!!) 

she continues to do physical training (in hopes of joining the navy) … many knew he had a daughter (but he was a hidden man so he didnt update pics of them or w/e) … people hope that nozomi can finish the fight her father started and died for

unexpectedly, she joins an idol group (re:gal) and they get #famous

nozomi never and doesn’t tell people that her father is admiral bando (she either gets special treatment, people up her ass, or fans will turn against her .. esp alien species and outlaws) … hence she uses the stage name nova 

if ur chara is from the imperial navy (esp the luminara) they would know that she is both bando nozomi and re:gal’s nova.. they usually keep it hush in respect of nozomi (cause she’s kinda a ~navy princess~ without even joining it)

she lowkey lives a hannah montana life.. some people decode that she’s admiral bando’s daughter but its easily excused as petty rumors

she’s kinda hidden to many… (her past wise) she prefers to live in the now or the future

she’s waiting for that messenger from her father… rn it didn’t happen canon wise yet but im linking the solo now..cause i put how her father didn’t actually die…

yeah so her father didnt actually die but u can read that solo there.. i explain how he bamboozled everyone… spoiler alert: he joins the rebellion :o

u might be like.. wait that doesnt make sense.. but it should in the bg and the solo!! 

okay also nozomi grew up in an elitist mindset… she’s a noble… treated like a princess growing up.. so she’s kinda sussed out by aliens.. unless u open her eyes and educate her

she’s still quite impressionable

she dances

>omg im shook my mom just walked in so i pretended to sleep hella fast and switched to my phone once she walked out.. anyways im still buildin her personality page but i also have a plot page… find it in her nav its p easy to find okok im rambling… goodnight!!