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Post by Amber on Jan 20, 2017 21:11:55 GMT -5
I'm just starting on mine now
May take an hour
so you can respond now if you want ^^
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Post by floruit on Jan 20, 2017 21:39:01 GMT -5
hey, one of my good friends (@borderline) is interested in claiming the chameleon, but his computer is being wonky right now and he asked me to hold the place for him until it chills out & lets him post.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 22:06:53 GMT -5
hey yeah my computer is doing slightly better now that ive restarted it
uh but ye !! if the chameleon spot is still open i'd like to claim it because this is a super interesting roleplay & flo directed it to me bc it looked like my type of thing (she was correct)
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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 22:30:35 GMT -5
jemmm <3
glad ur here bud
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 22:46:26 GMT -5
OOP sorry im playing dont starve together with a friend i'll get my character up once our session ends (which, at this rate, will be bc of my dodgy internet tfw)
YES IM JEM lmao <: hi mags & hallo again apple
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Post by mags on Jan 20, 2017 22:56:51 GMT -5
take ur time appz <33
u need to sleep
dont make me come after u man
i will make u sleep
somehow. idk how but.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 23:22:11 GMT -5
rofl scar okay !! im gonna edit this post to sort my character out honestly HE'S ALIVE. admittedly not a huge desc but. it's okay once i've sorted him out i'll work on a post once ive read through (': rosario ybarra
appears twenty, actually forty-four
the delicate, slender appearance of rosario is a huge contrast on his personality - but more on that later. he's certainly petite, at a mere 5'2'', with narrow shoulders, a lean-muscled build, and most of his height being within his legs (which isn't saying much) - but this only helps in how inconspicuous he is. seriously; it's so easy to glance at rosario and then glance away - without knowing his personality, he's someone who can be as bland as possible for mundanes and vampyres alike.
of course, fully inspecting rosario does not mean that he sticks completely in the mind. he has a slender face with a sharp jawline and a dainty nose, with slender, well-maintained eyebrows. really, he has the overall look of being maintained in a manner that would not be suggested by how he acts. his skin is a soft brown in colour, made slightly paler due to the whole vampyre thing, but not by much - he is not pale, and would never describe himself as such. once upon a time (and he can clearly remember this), he had freckles; but they are no more. it's kind of depressing, actually.
thick, tousled hair is a brown-black in colour with it curling softly behind his ears and at the nape of his neck. it tends to curl in some places whereas it's wavier rather than curly where it's longer, and so it gives a...rather pleasant effect, actually. if one were to touch it, they would find that it is soft and nice to play with; but that said, it's best not to get close enough to touch. not that most people heed that information.
a small mole dots at the corner of his left eye, and another at the outer corner of the right side of his lips. almond-shaped eyes are rather elegant in their own way and innocent-looking, with dark limbal lines ringing around the irises. said irises are mismatched due to heterochromia iridium, the left being a light blue and the right being a brown. considering eye colours are usually the last thing someone takes in on a person, it's easily overlooked when he's working.
it is very often that rosario has a grin on his face, but it's not the friendly sort. it's generally consider manic, in a way, and it's very often that he laughs no matter what - is he sad? he'll laugh. angry? laughter. finding something funny? more laughter. he wasn't always like this and it's possible that he's faking it, but the amount of laughter he gives is something to fear, to be honest. sure, sure, he can be a little ball of sunshine and rainbows when he wants to be, but usually, he's just downright scary. considering that he's probably faking it all (he has even dug his own fingers into his face to force a smile when truly angered, which just makes the image a little more haunting), it's the sort of thing that just...unnerves people. yes, he cracks jokes - frankly, he's pretty likeable sometimes despite the whole creepy atmosphere to his smiling and his laughter.
he speaks with a distinct accent - southern mexican - in a voice that is equal parts hysteric and surprisingly intelligent. his vocabulary manages to exceed expectations considering he can be deemed a 'simpleton' due to his odd, erratic nature, but his intelligence outweighs a majority of his attitude and he can turn serious when he wants to be. the trouble is that he doesn't want to be serious, and so he isn't serious. |
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Post by Amber on Jan 21, 2017 0:14:16 GMT -5
[This is sort, but I am tired.
I finished my form too ^^
Posts will be longer from now on
I am horrible at starters]
Sydney Capri had not slept for what seemed like ages. The airplane ride had truly done a number on her. That was one of her worst fears, airplane rides. She had first balked at the idea of taking even a single step in those death machines, but in the end she knew it had had to be done. During the flight, she was silent the whole time. Tight lipped and pale face, she had stared at the back of the chair in front of her for the majority of the ride. And for the first time, she had snapped at the group, not able to stand their shenanigans for even a split second more.
And now that she was on solid ground, praise be, she had immediately scuttled into whatever dark recess she could discover. She remained cooped up in her room, curled up tightly underneath the covers. Despite the harrowing experience she had encountered, it took her several hours to fall asleep. It was hard to go to bed, when hunger made someone not be able to think straight.
And in a way, she knew all of these hardships would come spiraling their way when they agreed to their positions. They all owed something to their community, and comfortable benefits needed to be sacrificed. Even if it meant eating little, and going on, heaven forbid, airplane flights.
Normally Capri was a very light sleeper, but she slept through most of the storm with relative ease. That is, until, a large clap of thunder boomed overhead. Slowly, her eyes drifted open and flickered towards the small window her room had. With a groan, she closed one of her eyes and shifted in her sleep. Thunderstorms were another thing that made her uncomfortable. Not nearly as bad as airplane flights, however. Just as her body started to lull itself to sleep, another noise invaded her senses. That of an opening door.
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in her bed. Never were one of the team members supposed to leave the building without another. And she had a niggling suspicion that this was what had happened. And she could already guess who had broken the rules. All of the members were relatively good in keeping the laws unbroken. That is, of course, if the royal prince was excluded. Even making the rules, apparently, did not prevent someone from breaking them.
With a soft sigh, she slipped out of bed. Clad in sweatpants and a cut up tank top, she tiptoed towards the door. She listened to the hushed voices, and as two of the three voices rose in volume, she decided to make an appearance. She slipped out of the room and edged her way over to Erik. Noticing the flirty interaction between Jace and Katrina, she scowled. Of course.
She was silent when Erik started to rant at the leader, mildly surprised that he would do so. Jace didn't particularly take correction well. Even if it was called for. And although she respected the handsome man, it had been uncalled for. They were all starving, what gave him any right to go have a rendezvous like this? She merely grunted when Erik halted, turning her head to observe Jace.
She was exhausted, and really didn't feel like listening to an argument at this time of night. It was not like the past could change. They might as well all go back to bed to sleep off the hunger, if they were not allowed to hunt. She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the strands that were in the way of her vision. In a soft voice, she finally spoke up."It's just been hard on all of us. We are hungry, too." She understood that the royal prince probably wanted some alone time. And she understood that he knew he was capable of watching out for himself. But rules were rules, and in order to keep a strong team, they needed to be followed. And heaven forbid if something happened to him.
Her tired gaze scanned the room quickly, assessing the various upholstery and exit routes. As another loud clap of thunder boomed above their heads, another sigh escaped her plump lips, and she rested a hand on her cheek. She was not normally the voice of reason, but at such a time as this, she couldn't help but continue. "Let's just all get some rest, okay? There's not much we can do about this anyway." An irritated glance was cast in Jace's direction.
Her gaze drifted over towards Katrina, who seemed to be on Jace's side more than anything. Which was to be expected, if she was giving an honest opinion. She respected the female, but not as much as she respected Raelyn. The both of them were strong women, and Capri often felt excluded in the terms of the abilities they possessed. Perhaps it was the physical appearance of the females. Although she was nearly as beautiful as the other females, she still felt different. She still believed she looked younger than the both of them. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but she struggled often with jealousy in certain aspects.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 0:19:56 GMT -5
wow i have a character time 2.....go read thru posts
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 1:14:04 GMT -5
Rosario Ybarra
His mind was a constant clockwork - clicking away, whispering to him, always telling him what was around him. Rain, rain, rain. Go away. It was a constant fight to remain as others expected him to be, versus how he really was. Was he really? Really, was he? It was a constant mumble in his brain, a stream of mumbo-jumbo that he knew would never make sense to anyone but him. There was always a hint of what if someone learns or what if I happen to drop the act, and it was always something that managed to vaguely amuse him. His smile was a permanent thing, even in sleep he managed to maintain it - though it softened considerably, became less dangerous and possibly more genuine, and also considered him more delicate. That was a fascinating word to use for Rosario Ybarra. Delicate. As if he were a flower, of some sort, as if he were like his name or his mother or something.
What happened around him was a contributing factor to his mental state, too. The travel was not good for him. He held a deadly fear of heights but he dare not mention it, because that was weakness and he was not weak. He didn't mind his phobia, really - it made him feel alive, made him feel like something he wasn't. He was probably not a lesser vampyre for having a fear of heights, but hey - it wasn't as if it stopped him from doing anything. Frankly, it pushed him to do things more but damn it, that wasn't the point. Once again, his mind was running away and his light sleep was disturbed by - voices? One leg shifted and he turned his head to the side and half-opened his eyes, squinting absently to the side. His mouth dropped to a neutral expression and his eyebrows settled. Those were definitely voices, and his brain decided that it was time to get up, to do things because it was an opportunity to laugh in someone's face!
But Rosario was not a morning person.
Five more minutes, he told his brain, but it rejected that thought immediately. Nope, nope, time to get up now. Body is energised. There is conflict! Lotsa conflict! Gotta get up, might miss it! Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go - alright.
He pushed himself up and leaned heavily on one arm for a few moments, before his brain shifted and set itself in order (though, technically, there was no true order to it; just a way of malfunctioning in a slightly less damaging way). Then, he sat up properly and dug his thumbs absently into the corners of his lips, pushing upwards until the manic grin set itself in his features and he was ready for some conflict, hell yeah. From what he was hearing, someone had left. Ooh. Breaking the rules. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head, reaching up until something (possibly his back) clicked and his tense muscles managed to relax, just a little. Then, with a quick pace, he padded to where the others were, gaze flicking rapidly over each person. Jace, Katarina, Erik, Ra-- oh, look, trouble. And just like that, his focus switched and his grin became wider as he realised the situation. Oh, oh, oh! His eyes widened, just slightly, and his eyebrows raised in mock concern for their leader, who had broken rules and was being chewed out for it. He bared his teeth and it was not a friendly gesture, his grin becoming wider as he woke up more. Oh, he was awake, and his brain was chittering away in the background and he rocked back on his heels and tilted his head up.
"Breaking rules!" he breathed, a single eyebrow twitching a little further than the other. "Wow! Papa is concerned, mijo. Sneaking out is bad."
The smile only broadened, because he wasn't really concerned and he didn't really see any problems. If the big and oh-so-mighty leader wanted to get himself into trouble, who were they to stop him? Ultimately, it would be Jace's fault. Not theirs. Protection for the weak, his brain supplied helpfully, gotta protect weak vampyres. Probably is weak.
Thanks, the slightly more rational part of his brain said, never woulda guessed.
But the rational part did not remain, and the erratic part told him to be chill with the entire situation, but he had no chill. If there had been a 'chill scale' in the room, he would've been at the very bottom as the least chill. Possibly, everyone else aside from Jace would've been there, too, considering the various reactions from the royal leaving. Mmm. Fascinating, but not fascinating enough for his brain to keep track of it. His gaze slid away, after a moment, and he instead found it flicking around rapidly at each person, unable to keep still for even a brief second. Frustrating. Hey, brain, some rational part of him said, maybe find some chill?
He managed to settle his flickering gaze and instead reached up to stretch his arms above his head once more, rocking back and forth in a careless manner and continuing to grin. Was he happy? It was hard to tell. He didn't feel happy, but he didn't feel sad, either, and so surveys said that sure, he was happy. Possibly. No-one had asked him how he was thought so frankly, it did not matter. His tongue darted out and swiped over his lower lip and reminded him of his hunger, but he decided not to mention it because hunger was irrelevant and really, reality was an illusion. Perhaps even a figment of his imagination. Damn. That would make him really impressive to find people who managed to irritate, oh man.
Though, was he truly irritated? Probably not. Then there was Capri suggesting that they rested and boy, he could laugh at that. He did. He gave something that was like a whimper-laugh, though more on the laughing side of things. His brain was awake! He'd be bored for hours if they rested now! He could feel the faint tremble in his arms, the beginning of his awesome shakiness and so he linked his fingers and rested both hands at the back of his head, still rocking back and forth. Backwards and forwards was stable - it was something that he could focus on without truly focusing. There was a rhythm to it that calmed him, that let him relax just a little, even when he was trying not to giggle. This entire situation was stupid. This group was stupid. His opinions on the individual people were not, perhaps, as simple - but he certainly didn't care about whatever was happening. Was Katarina taking Jace's side while Raelyn and Erik and possibly Capri were against it? He didn't care. Be a voice of reason, his rational side said, and his irrational side said eh, maybe later.
Essentially, he wasn't going to get involved. Personally, he didn't think that his opinion really mattered, because who ever listened to the little giggly man? It wasn't as if he had any intelligent thoughts or anything. Naw. He was the token sunshine puppy or whatever, as unnerving as he could be. Maybe he was in an unnerving mood now. He couldn't quite tell, he supposed he would be better at learning if he actually paid attention to how people interacted with him, but he really couldn't find it in himself to care. If he had to take this seriously, he was quite sure that he'd become extraordinarily boring. Nah, he'd just...play along and laugh and act like a fool, because that was what he was good at. Also, it was extremely easy to slack off when one was expected to do that exact thing.
Rosario was bored, now, and he tilted his head to the side blankly with his usual grin and simply stared into the distance, choosing to keep the conversation around him at a point where he could intake and digest, but not actually contribute.
[ y o i n k this probably coulda been executed better but im chill w it. srry for it being a lil' on the short side tho! ] |
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talk about bb with me
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Post by scar on Jan 21, 2017 1:58:08 GMT -5
Marley Ray JacobsA number of different sounds bombarded the ears of Miss Marley Ray Jacobs, the newest, and probably most confused member of the team. Rain, thunder, the opening and closing swish of a door, footsteps, you name it. Everything was simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar to this new vampyre. It wasn't as if the rain were a new phenomenon to her, yet something about the both soft and hard pitter patter of drops against the ground--the window, the leaves of the trees, everything--was foreign to her ears, like she was hearing everything in a new way. But maybe she was. Her outlook on life had changed recently after being summoned by the council to join a team of complete strangers on a mission to find and apprehend whomever was killing off the vampyres--her peoples--so why couldn't her sense of the world have changed as well? The droplets of rain ran down the glass, growing as they collected more water on their way toward the ground. The streaks of water slashed across her reflection as she searched the darkness, lightning illuminating the sky every now and again as if teasing her with brief glimpses of her surroundings. What was out there? Who was out there?
The curious gaze had not shifted from the dark outside for what felt like eternity. While the others had been asleep, the newest member of the team had been awake for hours. Sure, the exhaustion was starting to weigh her eyelids shut but her sense were on full alert. The minute darkness took over her vision would be the moment the eyes would appear in her mind. Unblinking, begging for help. In an attempt to avoid the haunting sensation, she remained awake, waiting for something, anything. But the outside world remained still, except for the darting drops of rain and the flickers of lightning that gave life to the sleeping city of London.
Thoughts, images, memories flooded her mind as the lass sat, still as a rock, watching the battle in the sky. The past few weeks had been tumultuous, to say the least, as she was requested by the council to join this team of outstanding individuals and then sent to London, England with the strangers. They weren't exactly the types that one warmed to easily nor did they seem to return such warmth quickly, yet the members welcomed her onboard as best as they seemed to be able. Marley couldn't really ask much more from them, nor did she feel it necessary to celebrate and become terribly buddy-buddy with these folks. They were, after all, on the hunt for a killer, which left little room for anything but the search.
Anyway, she didn't do buddy-buddy. The sharpness of her tongue rarely allowed for anything so jovial, and she ended up in more bantering-bickering-arguing-what have you-type relationships than anything, preferring to keep her wits about her, rather than shrouded by emotions or empathy. Perhaps this trait would get her into trouble with the rest of the group, probably far more experienced and aware of their abilities than she who had only recently discovered her talent of 'seeing' essentially nothing. It was for this ability that she had been roped into traveling dangerously with this band of talented vampyres.
The relationship between the female and her power was both of awe and of suspicion. Both of trust and distrust. She was able to see snippets of future occurrences, but these images were sporadic, confusing, and often incomplete. It was the gift of a puzzle, but the puzzle was missing all but three or four of its pieces. And by the time she had received a fifth or sixth portion of the puzzle, her second piece had changed, altering the overall image and frustrating the dark-haired female to no end. One minute it was there and the next it had become something completely different.
As her thoughts shifted once more, the lass allowed a tired sigh to pass her lips, fogging her window as she had unintentionally moved to be only an inch away from the glass. The clouded image of the outside world shook her from the deep, questioning thoughts burning her mind, and the previously distant sounds of the rain's pitter patter, the feet across the floor below, and the voices of the team rose to her ears. What is going on down there? she queried silently, a gentle frown gracing her lips now as the words drifted up to her from below. Midnight snack... Woke up the team... Question your leadership... Hard on all of us... Get some rest... Sneaking out is bad... The words began to paint a scene in her mind, an image of the rest of the team gathered on the lower floor, chastising one another. What an interesting bunch.
Shaking her head in mild irritation, Marley pushed off the bed, feet landing softly against the floor, and moved down the hall and the stairs to the others. The scene before her matched closely to the one she had created in her mind, and the annoyed frown melted into her typical unamused, unimpressed expression. After a moment of assessing the situation, she folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight, leaning against the wall as her dark gaze trailed from face to face.
"Ah, but everyone's been all riled up by Mr. I Do What I Want's impromptu solo outing, so how can they fall back asleep or even calm down?" she added. The last one to join the team, the last one to show their face downstairs, the last one to comment. She shrugged, raising an eyebrow as she opened her mouth to speak again, "Anyway, I was kind of hoping for fight." Perhaps an unnecessary addition to the rather tense atmosphere, but it was too late to take back her words, not that Marley cared to do so at all.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 8:56:11 GMT -5
peace emoji
i went to work for like an hour and then my boss had to close early bc he had 2 go to the warehouse
so im here all day unless he gets back before 5 (its currently 2)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:41:31 GMT -5
it wouldve been wonderful if i had gone to sleep at a reasonable time (': but i went to sleep at 7 or 8 and he woke me up 2 work gdmnit world
omg
u can do it i believe
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:45:48 GMT -5
right!! i usually wake up at 2/3am on a college morning bc i have things to do first and then its like "well now i have to suffer a helluva long time w/ people" and by the time i come home im dead inside & also sleepy but if i sleep as soon as i get home i'd just wake up in the middle of the night so i Suffer
i have faith in u
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 10:56:42 GMT -5
bro
la is crazy rn
good lord
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Post by mags on Jan 21, 2017 11:00:47 GMT -5
womens march!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 11:02:02 GMT -5
why is everyone butthurt
oh yeah i have a lot of friends going to things like that mag o:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 13:52:47 GMT -5
fight them
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DM me if u want