#j roleplay

[jcjaybird]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒥

⠀⠀⠀┗━⊱ 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 ⊰━┛

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mobile version

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "ᴊᴄᴊᴀʏʙɪʀᴅ"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ J - 1 0 X 1 1 1 0 0 1

A worker drone rescued by Tessa who has became very attached to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀her. Appears to be confident and self-centered.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Uhm.. hello..? Is this working..? Ah.. hello there! My name is J, short for Serial Designation J. I currently work for the Elliotts. Tessa James Elliott is my owner. I don't quite know what I'm doing with this.. I just.. need somewhere to talk I suppose. I refuse to talk to N and V, and that little creep is out of question… so yeah. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ I don't even know! Whatever. End entry."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑅𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎/𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝑅𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• NO NSFW. NONE. EVER.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• Please discuss with us before you injure J unless its ⠀⠀⠀already been clarrified you can (this excludes magic anons)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• We have every right to ignore asks.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀• Magic anons cannot last longer than 10 asks unless ⠀⠀⠀discussed with us beforehand• Feel free to send us RP starters, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but be aware it can take a LONG while for us to respond

• We are not obligated to answer RP starters, RP threads, or anything

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀other blogs are @bowed-massacre and @roboticrepair

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀┗━⊱ 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 I'm obsolete ⊰━┛

[memepocalypse]

Winter Warmer

It's officially chilly season!

"Ooh, it's cold out here."

"Look! Look! I'm a dragon!"

"Did it snow last night?!"

"There's frost on the ground."

"That's the last leaf falling..."

"I've got shivers."

"I want a hot chocolate."

"Yes, I'm wearing two coats."

"Why aren't you wearing a coat? You'll freeze!"

"Can you get the fire going?"

"What do you mean the chimney's blocked?"

"I'm going to bake cookies."

"I'm shifting in to soup mode."

"I knitted you a scarf!"

"It's not a hot chocolate without a dash of brandy."

"Want to cuddle up under a blanket and watch a movie?"

"Yes, I'm playing Christmas music. I know it's Novemeber. I don't care."

"I'm freezing my fingers off!"

"Here, take my coat."

"I have a flask full of soup here."

"Hold my hand, I'll warm you up."

"I can't take your clothes!"

"Don't worry, I run warm."

"This makes me want to go skiing."

"I'm going to catch a snowflake on my tongue."

"Do you want to go make snow angels?"

"I love this time of night... before anyone disturbs the snow."

"It's so crisp and white out there."

"Let's go make a snowman!"

"I hate being cold."

[the-caged-jester]

*Saltator hugs Nikolai tightly, giving him a cool shiny rock, before letting go and hugging Felix.*

"Happy Father's Day!"

(- @dancer-of-the-willows, this is definitely on time)

*Nikolai is a bit surprised, but hugs back. He happily takes the rock, grinning.*

“Aw, thanks kiddo!”

[thementallyillapollochild]

OPEN ROLEPLAY STARTER

*A child, around maybe five or six, was curled up in a ball next to Thalia's tree, hiccuping and sobbing into their knees*

*They were shaking badly, arms wrapped around themselves, digging their nails into their skin*

Do you approach them, or do you leave them alone...?

[timmers-rr]

>be autistic about Batman and Robin

>figure out their identities

>jason todd dies

>???

>profit, become nepo baby^2

[centross-mistvale]

I miss my partners chat, I miss them a lot. I'll be back- /ref

[mr-laveau]

Being a creator is so fucked up actually because what do you mean I made a fine ass man I CAN'T DATE??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? You're telling me I can make him exist but he isn't REAL? Are you telling me that I made a person with the best tits and thighs and a personality richer than volcanic soil and I CAN'T DATE THEM? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING??? Cruel, tragic even

[crepe-enthusiast]

Is this you and Crowley?

📚This is..🥰🪽

[myrmica]

its so funny that all minute—the guy who once upon a time hoped to redeem zam—'s team has accomplished is getting him to consider giving up his remaining honor in order to match the level they're playing on ?

[rosesart11]

FLAPPY HANDS!!

I made the Freddie one for fun and then my friend inspired me to make Grace <3

[the-caged-jester]

My daughter? Or is she still living that stupid lie

\ @gogol-parents (post limit for four minutes)

“I don’t know anyone by that name.”

[xxrobotessaxx]

Closed Roleplay Starter- Tessa.exe boot up - Model number 73554 - T for @worldslastredemption

She could hear voices, but faintly. She could hear the clicks and whirs associated with a drone she could've repaired for her father. She heard the sound of feet walking away on a steel floor, and only then could she start to wake. Her eyes seemed, brighter, but how. She rubbed her head and was greeted with the soft feeling of... a mane of waist length nylon? She tried to sit up but felt dizzy. She could hear another drone close by, she could barely turn her head, her vision was blurry, she could see two long beautiful silver ponytails. Her excitement wouldn't have been able to be contained if she was stronger. She muttered weakly in her little Aussie voice, sounding hoarse as her voice chip was still warming up, "J-Jaaaaay biiiiird"

Her pale blue LED eyes looked up, hoping she was right

[nshtn]

[ UV Albert Wesker Uroboros & PG67 HCs ]

These take after the knowledge that PG67 contains hastily-added leech genes. This is full of medical jargon related to virology and genetics. It's hard sci-fi styled!

the neurology is probably capable of being refuted easily, unfortunately- a lot of sert rabbithole research can't be cited because it's... lacking in couth towards how they talk about neurodivergence...

tags: medical:genetic;neurology (hardly);virology;needles (PG67-A/W), cannibalism mention, childhood trauma, body horror, mental decay

Such a far cry from his beginnings... he's truly taken after the man he hates the most.

Unfortunately for Wesker, adding Uroboros in intensely massive quantities to an existing Progenitor-67 infection is a poor choice that makes him spend much of his fight with Chris alternating between pouncing him like a rabid animal and curling like the death throes of a dying spider.

And unfortunately for Chris, Wesker doesn't die when he's left at the volcano to stew in a puddle of himself. Even with the awakened lack of thermophilic qualities as a result of G, there is enough local flora and fauna to keep him alive, albeit in a subdued state.

Physiological:

Uroboros, combined on the initial foundation of Progenitor 67, takes after Progenitor 67's metabolic inefficiency and drives that far higher than it was ever meant to go in an attempt to sow compatibility.

Due to this, Wesker needs a truly ridiculous amount of calories (~6,000 - ~9,000 kcal/d) to remain fully intelligent.

A lesser amount will generally retain him, though he will experience a plethora of negative symptoms related to starvation (~3,500 - ~5,500 kcal/d).

Wesker cannot digest iron bound to salt or any organic chelates except heme (or hemeprotein) as a result of initial Progenitor 67 infection.

Progenitor 67 epigenetically alters his enterocytes. The genes involved with this are the upregulation of HCP1 and the downregulation of DMT1 and, less intensely, Dcytb, and is a result of both Progenitors' own natural leaning and, primarily, the hasty introduction of leech genes when microinjection became available.

This ultimately means that, as time drags on, he begins to find his palate shifts from a lot of power smoothies to meat.

But there is something crucial here: 67% or more of heme iron is lost when you cook meat. That means...

He slowly slips into preferring his meat blue or raw, otherwise he won't be able to properly supplement his need for heme iron.

With the addition of Uroboros, which dethrones and replaces Progenitor, this change persists and couples roughly with his modified caloric needs.

Uroboros; a monster that eats itself continually without end. It physically presents a sign of Wesker's malingering, creeping need to consume biomass.

Patches of necrotizing, hardening skin and flesh form across his arms and legs in uneven patterns.

Scaly, itchy lesions creep along his cheekbones and the sides of his neck like a corrupted skin flush. They make him look draconic and feral.

These are a weaker, useless vestigial presentation of the hardening of skin he undergoes when he's being flash-fried by high temperatures.

One of the scars of Wesker's infection and subsequent mutative transformation are hypermelanotic deposits.

They start strongest at his fingertips and weaken at the base of his shoulders.

They are also strongest in the center of his chest where his macronuclei is present and taper off approaching his shoulders and abdomen.

His face has some of the same tinting where he was burned and developed heat-resistant scales.

Uroboros enhances the strength of many of his bones - worse closer to the surface of his body - by fortifying them with calcium and double-thickening them.

As a feature of the beginning stages of Uroboros' starvation, it will begin to leach calcium out of bones and the deposits it creates when time to intellect loss is ticking down.

When resources are low, the bones will be stripped for the calcium they uniformly contain, causing him to experience an effect similar to calcium gout / pseudoarthritis, malaise, and brittling.

This leaching undoes itself and becomes re-fortifying under the duress of stress hormones like cholecystokinin and epinephrine.

To note, epigenetic changes brought on by Progenitor physiologically are stacked upon inappropriately and randomly by Uroboros like re-patchwork, which leads to a general instability and accidental incorporation of Progenitor's physical defense mechanisms.

This is what ultimately enables him to survive the events of RE5.

Neurological:

Progenitor infection spiraling into his temporal lobes, brain stem, and, minorly, his frontal lobes as years progress are the cause of his irritation and aggression in RE5.

It does this because it has no antimutagenic properties unlike the more developed t-Virus, slowly mutating out of control into a dysfunctional beast as Wesker experiences more and more stress and trauma.

A bit like G in this regard...

His SERT is disrupted by its' presence in the midbrain raphe nuclei along the brain stem.

This causes elevated extracellular serotonin levels initially, followed by receptor downregulation and eventual serotonin deficiency.

The lack of available serotonin leads him to experience, at first, heightened periods of aggression. Later, this becomes mania and even delirium if he forfeits sleep or a PG/67 shot, because...

As time ticks on, his dopamine begins to become dysregulated as well.

This imbalance contributes to mood swings, aggression, and impaired decision-making.

It also leads to a loss of the ability to feel pleasure or joy in things, making him manic and paranoid, taking risks uncharacteristically to feel something, anything.

As Progenitor 67 degrades brain function, particularly areas involved in impulse control and aggression, Wesker experiences the uncontrollable urge to consume.

This leads him to cannibalize interns and people he calculates won't be missed, as well as people who piss him off enough. During this time it does change - and become true - that a misplaced boop! or headpat! might get you killed.

His ego begins to vacillate and strengthen itself in an effort to maintain itself despite his decline. If he can just finish Uroboros, everything will be okay again, he can fix himself...

His brain practically relies on his PG67-A/W dose before he gains Uroboros.

A rapid decline in cognitive and emotional stability when he’s off the dose is present.

It's not unlike sundowning...

You would not want to see his MRIs during this time. They look awful - his brain has lesions and there are parts that are grossly overgrown; there are tiny black specks where Progenitor has gnawed holes in the fabric of him. If he hadn't roped it in, he would probably end up eventually going completely feral from his brain swelling up against the sides of his skull; he'd just become another victim of Cannibal Disease and turn, simply painfully slowly.

Uroboros is not supposed to crawl into the brain. It's supposed to leave it unaffected - but Progenitor having already curdled and spread unchecked into it gives it an opening for opportunistic infection.

It attempts to knit the holes and tamp down overgrown regions, but in doing this, it feeds from a sort of 'genetic template' that restores Wesker's ability to feel and feel greatly. This includes the reactivation (and reanimation) of the greatly disordered regions of his brain responsible for empathy, sleep regulation, attachment, and guilt.

It also cannot perfectly recreate lost tissue or resurrect memories from dead, liquefied tissue, so he retains some of his symptoms, like mood swings.

Rage becomes consuming, hunger becomes voracious, and guilt becomes haunting; he is plagued with an unfortunate (to him) tendency to consider others.

He finds it a prying weakness, but he can no longer tamp it down into nonexistence as he did; he is, essentially, thermally reduced to his Arklay days in behavior. He’s still intelligent and cunning, but he must now wrestle with intense emotional responses that don’t align with his goals at all...

Guilt and empathy are so foreign to him they are nearly out-of-body; he views them clinically and tries to rationalize them away, but his inability becomes the stake that impales him and imparts a malingering sense of conflict.

...and he must take a good, hard, long look at his goals and how far they've diverted from their initial precedence.

... what is he now? What use does he serve in this world - to what master does he heel, clearly dethroned from his position? These questions and more are things he asks himself now.

Is he doomed to roam aimlessly without purpose until he perishes?

[1000feetunder]

All Sebastian knew was Cali was missing. He didn't know why or how, but he had to find them. After the events of the last day or so, the panic in him is barely contained, anything in his way being cast aside or ignored. He had to find them.

"Cali? Cali!"

He called out for them in the halls. They wouldn't be this far in right? Why. Why were they not here. Did they abandon him? Where they actually... Was pAInter right about the Expendables?

Thoughts like this jumbled into a mess as tears threatened his eyes, lure dim to not startle any others in the space, but it still lit the room around him enough to be noticeable from a distance.

"Cali! Can you hear me?!"

-@aquaticshopkeep

They had managed to get the furthest they've ever been. Nearing door 80, they stood infront of a 'window' peering to the outside waters. It appeared to be some form of trench or tunnel.

Some form of large creature swam outside, orange light spilling from under neith it. They were entranced. A Searchlight, they think this beast was called. They had read about it, but had yet to see one in person.

In this single moment, things were nice. Tempted to sit on one of the couches and relax for a moment even. Until they heard someone calling for them. And then they properlly remembered where they were.

With a heavy sigh, they step away from the window.

" Sebastion? " They would call after him, peering out of the rooms door. Spotting his bulbs light several rooms away, they put a hand up, waving him down.

" Over here! "

[littlebirbie]

THEYRE IN THE HOUSE!! （｀Δ´）！

Mama let one of the things in the house and even NAMED IT!!

[the-official-neige-leblanche]

huh.. I remember seeing this person at VDC— I don’t think we ever truly met but he was pretty;;! Teal hair, two different eye colors too iirc!!