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[lowkey gnocchi]

𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑺

OLD IDEAS



jack bayern

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  age: 24 years old
  gender: female
  occupation: moocher of friends delivery girl
  
  personality: words or describe
  notes: doesn't know a lick of any Asian language you might assume she knows because her mother wanted her to fit in better and taught her none of it; don't ask her where she's 'from', she was born here
  - lactose intolerant
  - voted 'most likely to punch a boss' in high school; it hasn't happened yet
  - she actually doesn't hate being infected (now) because it's forced her to prioritise a lot of things
  idk important things people need to know
  
  



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　　 　 　 　 　 ❝　　 　　the bird　　 　　❞

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　 　 　𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇. 　 　━━━━━━


write details of your character here. include personality, background information. what are they up to now? their opinion on this whole thing? you can do this in paragraph form or bullet form.
━ Time is one thing she'll never have enough of. Every day, every life is a countdown until her eventual use and disposal. Twenty-four hours isn't enough, twenty-four years won't be enough now either.
(Every new life has fewer years for her to work with- a deadline that the Ever Being sets to ensure she does what she must. Regenerations are cheap; she only has to pay with her pain.)
━ "Chicken? Is that really the best you can come up with?"
(Even now that there are such cursed places as KFC and Chick-Fil-A, she's doing what she can to hold back the worst possibilities. Really, how is she supposed to be able to focus when there are places like these around?)
━ There is so little time in the day. She has to make each hour count. The fragility of humans taught her that well.
("Ammi jan, do you really need to go so far from us?" "I'll be back soon enough, I promise."
She can't help but collect a few lost children in the world every time she has a job. Call it her instinct to brood since she's a bird.)
━ She will always fight for the deserving underdogs. There is so little apparent good in this world and she wants to preserve it as best she can.
(She still believes in and loves the innate goodness of humanity. She still believes in the necessity of the godsworn and their jobs in preserving balance. She has to.)
━ She must not tell lies. She cannot tell lies. Even if you don't believe her, she will not tell lies.
(Losing the Ever Being is a hard blow... but it was meant to happen. She knew it would happen and, as always, she warned everyone. Tirelessly looking out for everyone, that's her. [They call it 'nagging'. She calls them foolish.] But at least FISH took her seriously, even if they did seem less worried and more... intrigued.)

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　 　 　𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓. 　 　━━━━━━

choose any one of the two:
1) write an excerpt from a myth, a legend, or religious reference told in your character's point of view
2) write any major historical world-ending event, mythological or factual (ex. ice age, world war, pompeii, atlantis), and tell it in your character's POV.

write your prompt in paragraph form, using your character's POV and in third person please. No minimum word count, but please don't make it too long either. be creative!
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[lowkey gnocchi]

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▀╰ CHARACTER INFO 」
tab █ :NAME - Aria
tab █ :AGE - what is time to the ageless?
tab █ :GENDER - ominous glowing
tab █ :RACE - alien / star maiden
tab █ :OCCUPATION - wanderer and attempted gardener

tab █ :TRAITS - observant / blunt / zealous / sadistic

▀╰ BIO 」
Aria may or may not have been kicked out of the sky because of a troubling obsession with Earth. While Aria's kind isn't divine, they are considered magical enough to cause a lot of chaos- especially when one of them lands on Earth as an asteroid. Over time, Aria has learned to assimilate into a female human form. She still has the annoying habit of considering almost everyone else as a pet and prefers the company of plants to that of her 'fellow monsters'- though she does have a paradoxical interest in their forms. A couple of people may have gone missing since her arrival, but who's to say it was Aria?
She's also addicted to the smell of alcohol because it reminds her of home.

[lowkey gnocchi]

tab tab tab tab ━ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑉𝑂𝐼𝐶𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 ❞

♚. tab 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 xxxCeren Asturias, only child of the Earl of Asturias
♚. tab 𝑎𝑔𝑒 xxx24
♚. tab 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 xxxfemale
♚. tab 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 xxxbiromantic demisexual
♚. tab 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 xxxchaotic neutral


♚. tab ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 xxxGwynedd, but she's half-mountain native on her mother's side
♚. tab 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 xxxnoble
♚. tab 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 xxxShe focuses on shipping goods to and from Gwynedd while maintaining her father's estate.
♚. tab 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 xxxberserker rage - gains the strength of three grown men when pushed to her emotional limits or threatened with serious bodily harm
♚. tab 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 xxxAs the daughter of a founding noble family, Ceren knows she must live up to a lot of expectations. But she has plans to fulfill those expectations... many plans. She spearheads her family's efforts to get more money and power.

tab tab tab tab ━ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑉𝑂𝐼𝐶𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐸𝑂𝑃𝐿𝐸 ❞

♚. tab 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 xxxGabriel Ward
♚. tab 𝑎𝑔𝑒 xxx20
♚. tab 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 xxxmale
♚. tab 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 xxxpansexual
♚. tab 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 xxxchaotic good


♚. tab ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 xxxGwynedd
♚. tab 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 xxxpeasant
♚. tab 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 xxxstreetwalker, actor, and bard
♚. tab 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 xxxpréservatif - prevents or slows down diseases spread through human bodily fluids
♚. tab 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 xxxHaving been born and raised in Gwynedd's slums, Gabriel has grown to become a stubborn man who is all too willing to make a quick buck. He uses his looks and skills to grow his list of customers. He's often cheerful and quick to make a crude joke.

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━ ❛　　　　　　applicant. 〉details




━ ❛ USERNAME 〉　　　lowkey gnocchi
━ ❛ NICKNAME 〉　　　anything is fine, but it's usually 'lowkey'
━ ❛ AVAILABILITY 〉　　　I can usually post weekly and I check in every couple days or so
━ ❛ SAMPLES 〉　　　link here





　　　　　　　　　
━ ❛　　　　　　roleplayer's. 〉character




━ ❛ CHARACTER NAME 〉　　　Huang Jiàn
━ ❛ NICKNAME 〉　　　Jiji Titan
━ ❛ AGE 〉　　　26
━ ❛ ROLE 〉　　　hunter
━ ❛ ABILITY 〉　　　N/A, because even his ability to cause trouble isn't quite at a godly level
━ ❛ PHOTOS 〉　　　Wu | Yi | Fan

━ ❛ CHARACTER BLURB 〉　　　

• Huang Jiàn's grandparents were the typical immigrants who managed to obtain the American dream. They built a restaurant and slowly but surely saved enough funds to move from the cramped apartment above their restaurant to a proper home. The restaurant stayed within the family. The sound of frying vegetables being tossed around a wok is one of Jiàn's first memories. Another early memory is filled with the smell of incense in his mother's hair and the feeling of something sticky on her hands and arms as she rocked him to sleep.
  
  Jiàn's family has been part of Tutamen for a long time- perhaps even one of the first few families who fully pledged their entire line to the cause. Jiàn's particular branch thought it was time to spread out from China and see whether the gods would try staking a claim on the US. California already had such a high Chinese population, and the Huangs slipped in easily. Jiàn and his elder sister learned to adjust between their Chinese community and the surrounding society of the US, because their parents made sure to emphasize the importance of both. Tutamen was never mentioned until both children became teenagers, but they were trained in various martial arts and participated in sports to increase their stamina.
  
  Jiàn was always disappointed that his jiě jie didn't choose to join the organization but the family respected her wishes. He would always tease her about losing the opportunity to become the action movie stars she looked up to when she was younger.
  He never thought she would become a Vessel. He never thought he would have her blood on his hands.
  
  He hasn't gone back home since then. Tutamen is his home now, for better or worse.
  
  - He received the Ruyi Jingu Bang from his parents when he managed to take down his first god. It was a minor god, and Jiàn almost lost his eyesight in the process, but Iris can never use the rainbow again.
  - He has received a reputation for being thorough, almost to the point of cruelty, when making sure a god is dead. One can never be too sure.
  - So far, he has only killed or helped kill 4 minor gods while on the field, but he has contributed info which has lead to the death of greater gods. His surprising efficiency against the gods earned him his nickname, since the Titans were the greatest threat the Greek gods had ever faced.
  - He'll never admit it, but he's incapable of sleeping without hugging keeping something between his arms.
  
  
  PROMPT: "your character is faced with a moral dilemma-- one of their loved ones has become a vessel. Do they kill them? Do they let them escape? How do they react?"
  
  Fiona flipped through the pages of the report. It was an overcomplicated case, but the results were too good to dismiss entirely. The operative needed assessment and rather than delegate it to a psychiatrist, Fiona wanted to meet the man herself. An assistant brought in Jiàn and Fiona waved the other woman back out before turning her focus to him. His eyes were glassy and distant as they met her gaze, but he physically seemed no worse for wear. She gestured at him to sit and he complied, resting his right arm on the armrest.
  “Are you ready to begin?” Fiona asked. Jiàn straightened up in his seat with a barely noticeable wince and nodded.
  “The details of the fight should be clear in my written report. I took out a minor god on civilian ground with minimal destruction and that’s all there is to say. Another victory for Tutamen,” he replied.
  “I’ve heard that your parents, longstanding Tutamen members themselves, have tried to reach out to you but you refuse to answer them.”
  “Well it’s hard to look them in the eyes and tell them I killed their oldest child,” Jiàn snapped, still maintaining eye contact. Fiona looked back at him placidly, and he ended up pulling away first with a snarl under his breath.
  “Your sister wasn’t one of ours, but she knew the risks of holding a… god within her, didn’t she?” All children of Tutamen knew the signs of possession and the importance of reporting them.
  “Maybe she thought she was safe because it was a Chinese god.” Jiàn let out a deep sigh. “Not that it protected her from losing herself.” He plucked at the stray threads of his torn sleeve and Fiona remembered that this had all happened earlier today. She took out one of the water bottles she stored in her bottom drawer and slid it across the table. He grabbed the bottle and gulped down the contents within a few seconds.
  
  Silence settled between them. Jiàn stared at the bottle in his hand. Fiona debated sending him back home, until he suddenly crushed the bottle.
  “She called me dìdi. Little brother. She never called me that once I turned eleven; I was Jiàn to her from then on. That’s how I knew it really wasn’t her.” His red-rimmed eyes were still focused on the bottle.
  “Maybe she said it to tip you off that it was too late for her. What was left of her.¬” Empty statements of reassurance bubbled up her throat, with easy condolences always resting in the back of her mind for the families of dead operatives. They were doing what had to be done, they were the bravest operatives on the mission, and don’t worry about living expenses because Tutamen always looks after its own. But how could those words apply to an operative who had to kill his sister to destroy a Vessel?
  “You aren’t a monster, Jiàn. Nezha was described as a protective deity, but if it truly cared, then it would’ve never picked a Vessel.”
  “There is no justice in suffering.” He pushed himself upright and shuffled out the door. Fiona let him have his dramatic moment, then started making calls to move him to a new area. The change in scenery would do him good.




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the swordid truth

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• As the second son of a lower middle class family, Hiro really didn't have many expectations placed on him. His name is a hope that his parents had for his life, a life filled with prosperity. The only thing he ever truly prospered at was learning how to skate through life with the bare minimum. His older brother was the support beam for their family with his job as an office manager, which meant Hiro could just focus on having fun with his friends. His parents never seemed to care anyway, not until Hiro said he didn't want to go to high school. But in the end, he managed to avoid going back to school by promising to get a job instead to help support the family.
  
  
• Hiro got a job with the uncle of one of his friends. It seemed easy enough; all he really had to do was carry packages around town for the man and he was able to get (most of) a decent paycheck to give to his parents. A few months passed by this way and Hiro was finally getting used to the pace of life- until one day he rode back to his employer's store and found it deserted. There was a note taped to the door with his name on it. All it said was that the man would never be able to come back to this town because the police had finally caught onto him and that Hiro needed to hide somewhere fast before the yakuza found him. The sixteen year old didn't know what to do, but he knew enough about the yakuza to guess that they would come after him if he said what little he knew. But if he kept quiet, the police would never leave his family alone.
  
  
• He ended up pedaling along a bridge, mindlessly following one of his most commonly used delivery routes. The longer he stared at the ocean below, the more inviting the waves looked. It was winter, so no one would be tempted to jump in and try to save him. The bike was easily stowed away, then Hiro took off his sweater and stuffed it into the bike's basket. His grandmother had made it for him and he didn't want to ruin it. Should he send one last message before jumping? It would only be fair to warn his family, so he sent them a group message saying that he would miss them but he didn't want to burden them. Hiro climbed over the side of the railing and took in a deep breath as he tried to think of how he ought to aim himself to achieve the quickest death. The voice of a girl (and the feeling of her hands on his) interrupted his thoughts and he looked up to see her shouting at him about the importance of life and how he didn't need to kill himself over what was probably a small matter. She managed to persuade him to get back up onto the bridge, but when he reached up to grab her hand, a man pulled her away and his hands brushed against Hiro's.
  
  
• Did he fall off or was he pushed? That question feels so important to him- it's the difference between being too weak to pick himself back up even after receiving help or being helpless when seeing someone else face danger. Sometimes he still sees those hands in his dreams, reaching out or clawing at the girl's arm. With a weakened grip and no real upper body strength in the first place, Hiro plummeted into the freezing ocean. But he had attracted enough attention with the help of the girl (and man, in a way) to make bystanders call for an ambulance before he hit the water. Hiro woke up that night in a hospital bed, surrounded by his family. However, none of them knew who the girl or man he had interacted with were.
  
  
• He has been following what few clues or stories he could grasp about people who look like the girl or the man who had snatched her away, and the trail has lead him to the Sohmas. Hiro is pretty sure they're some freaky cult, but if he can save the girl from a cult, then he's just repaying her. He tried sneaking into the Sohma estate once. When he got caught, he insisted he just wanted to see if there was anything of cultural significance, which was what Google Maps had told him. That excuse obviously didn't let him stay for too long, but now he knows what the actual layout looks like. Is he going to try sneaking back in? Oh definitely, but he has enough sense to do it more carefully next time... and hopefully with the help of someone on the inside.


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THETA || SUBJECT 1478 || COUNTLESS YEARS || AGENDER || UNKNOWN

xxTHE ROLEPLAYERxx
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● lowkey
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xxTHE MINDxx

● Theta is fastidious to the point of memorizing other people’s routines and noting any discrepancies. It has saved their life before and may yet save them again, even though it irritates anyone who aligns with them.
● Fire always seems to draw their attention. Perhaps it’s due to Aphos being partially made of fire himself.
● No matter how tall someone is compared to Theta, they are always looking down on others.
● Theta refuses to be near large bodies of water. This may be due to the fact that the Agency found Theta in an abandoned church near the shore of █████ █████, ████, barely clinging to life. Later search teams found a strange pod-shaped vessel made of the same material as Theta’s exoskeleton hidden behind the church.
● Their appetite for knowledge and food is voracious. Theta will try to eat almost anything once and seems to best analyze what an object is through this method. They also take any form of communication given to them and attempt to use it to their advantage (see Exhibit 5-A: Agent Supplies the Movie “Mean Girls”).
● An easy way to keep Theta interested or willing to help someone is to offer them something they’ve never experienced before. That has become increasingly difficult over time.
● Aphos is an unnecessary, inelegant use of the universe’s resources. Theta seems to actively organize or destroy disorder and chaos whenever they’re found; Aphos is an embodiment of what Theta strongly dislikes (and perhaps even hates, if they are capable of such an extreme emotion).
● They can’t understand why the Agency would have possibly allowed the Children of Aphos to live. The humans who attached themselves to him are obviously flawed and need to be discarded in order to contain the stain of Aphos upon this world. No loose end trailing entropy can be left unpruned. The current situation has proved them right yet again.
● They usually view the Agency favorably, since CPEs are being collected and studied rather than permitted to run around and unleash chaos. This allows agents to talk to Theta and pick up shed parts of their exoskeleton within their cell.
● Theta predictably insists on having an orderly environment and often puts in place various rituals that must be done in order to interact with them. Rituals fascinate them, which may be why they ended up taking shelter in a church with stained glass windows depicting various rituals.

xxTHE BODYxx

● Theta has an exoskeleton which is capable of detaching and the Agency has seen parts of it molt during the equinoxes. The significance of the timing is unknown. Theta only shows any molted parts once they are completely covered with a new exoskeleton, but has allowed some Agency members to retrieve their molted pieces, which has led to the discovery that Theta’s exoskeleton is made of rare metals.
● Though they dislike large bodies of water, Theta’s exoskeleton has been proven capable of repelling water. The real reason for their dislike may be due to the trauma of entering Earth’s atmosphere and landing literally on water rather than being able to break through the water.
● This CPE is capable of emitting various noises and voices through the holes in their cheeks, which allows them to mimic the voices of others. Their lips never move.
● Theta is also able to move multiple heavy objects seemingly with just their mind, as well as communicate through telepathy. Part of the way they communicate in this way is to place thoughts in someone’s mind, causing the target to believe these ideas were his/her own and not from an outside source. This may be why they have earned the titles of “Slanderer” and “Nemesis” from the Children of Aphos.
● However, these psychic intrusions can be countered with enough concentration and loud noises to distract Theta. It seems that the CPE doesn’t believe this ability is an intrusion of privacy and so is able to be thrown off guard easily if their target doesn’t accept and act out the idea as expected.
● Strong emotions make Theta’s powers erratic; while they are able to pick up more or project thoughts farther, they can also be distracted more easily while emotional.
● The real reason the Agency could stop Theta from destroying everything once they found out the Children of Aphos were kept alive was because The House had created a room with a very realistic ocean and the agents were able to corral Theta towards it until they shut down once confronted with the ocean. Theta recovered from this catatonic state in 3 weeks, 3 days, and 3 hours.
● Theta is a quick learner, thanks to their obsession with obtaining as much knowledge as possible.

xxTHE SOULxx

● Space is a vast and mostly empty area. It was comforting for them because it allowed them to do as they wished without interference.
● They had no family, but they had people to call their own. A planet with a scattered population looked up to them and always took their advice on what to do. Civilizations grew powerful as they guided the people on this planet.
● They were… proud. Yes, things were going well and they were proud.
● Then the followers of Aphos appeared. They seemed peaceful enough at first and the natives took them in.
● But once Aphos himself appeared, everything changed. His followers attacked the natives mercilessly with surprise on their side. The one who would become Theta fought Aphos and managed to get him off their planet, but it caused the destruction of the planet and launched them both into space.
● Unmoored, adrift… pointless. The only thought in their mind was to find and destroy Aphos in order to bring more order into the universe. How dare he ruin what they had made.
● Centuries passed and they went into a comatose state as they waited to land on another planet and create something that would destroy Aphos for good. They eventually landed somewhere and found Aphos, with the end result being another draw and destroyed planet. Again and again, the cycle continued. Stories of their battles would be passed on from civilization to civilization- until those people were decimated too.
● Eventually, they crash landed on Earth and the Agency found them.
● Now they are Theta and they will truly destroy Aphos. No matter the cost.
● The letter theta was used as a warning symbol for death in classical Athens because it was a shortened form and first letter of ‘thanatos’ AKA death. Considering Theta’s capabilities, they accept the name and consider it an integral piece of information everyone must know. Theta’s eyes also resemble the letter.

[lowkey gnocchi]

Yamaterasu

　


any info goes here

　▶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙍
NICKNAME　　disco/nyokee
TIMEZONE　　EST
PRONOUNS　　they/them
AVAILABILITY　　I’ll be on discord daily
SAMPLES　　here

　▶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍
GIVEN NAME　　Lee Ha-neul
CODENAME　　rainbow
ROLE　　epimethean
ELEMENT　　light
AGE　　30
GENDER　　agender, uses male pronouns
SEXUALITY　　questioning, likely asexual
FACECLAIM　　here

　▶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃
Always there to give and have a good laugh, that’s Ha-neul! Laughter is the best medicine and defense. The first thing he did when he slumped over in his finally open Prometheus machine was take in a deep breath and laugh and laugh and laugh. It was the only thing he could do with everything bombarding his senses.

Life in this world has been difficult, but that's not new. All of the worlds he's been in were difficult. In some ways, that makes his transition into the real world bearable. Like a con artist's sleight of hand, he dipped into old memories to bring out what he thought people near him wanted to see. He made them want to be around him. The key to survival is always making solid relationships. Ha-neul prided himself on being able to make almost anyone laugh or smile. He knew how to be a team player. Hell, he had often kept teams together on his own. But there was one person above all else who he couldn’t stand, yet had a grudging respect for. He couldn’t bear the thought of living without them- because what was the fun in that? He would pick on them and they had funny reactions. They would try to act like they were above his jokes/behavior and always ended up failing in the end. Both improved under each other’s watchful eye.

He still saw them die in front of him. They told him to live for himself and they were trying to save him from something worse. But nothing was worse than this.

He would regain some sense of control over his lives by becoming an expert in a necessary field. Considering the focus of the Hephaestus Project, these skills often had to do with war. Swordplay or using guns were the most common. Now? He can dance and do a bit of taekwondo. Movement grounds him like nothing else will. Even if his weapons are taken away, he will become a weapon. Anything to prevent being too weak for his team again.

His body is a canvas and he will decorate it edge to edge how he pleases. No one can control him now. No one can tell him what his story is.

Settling into a mundane life was never what he expected, so the Ophiuchian invasion is almost a relief. He knew something was up with this world. People don't really just sit around all day at home watching TV, right? It was only a matter of time until the darker parts spilled over. (Hellfire doesn't have to be physical.)

Node: Light
- he's got a dazzling smile, don't ya know?
- no, but seriously, he can blind people/Ophiuchians with bright blasts of light once he has his node
- later on he can turn invisible and maybe even give radiation burns with enough focus
- illusions are also a possibility if that's not too OP (they're only so useful when dealing with something that can sense you in ways other than sight)


　

[lowkey gnocchi]

xxxxxxx ˟ ▀ ▀ INTRODUCTION 。

　　　HELLO MY NAME IS　　　HELLO MY NAME IS


Hey, I'm lowkey and I'm super tired lol. My hobbies are eating, writing, and reading. My work schedule is kinda all over the place, but I make sure to check in once a day. I'm actually in the Discord already (haunting)!


&. SAMPLES ❜


xxxxxxx ˟ ▀ ▀ CHARACTER INFO 。

　　　HALLOWED SAINT　　　HALLOWED SAINT


A stranger who feels more comfort in a strange land is strange indeed.

Brigitte was born in a village within the empire of Dian. She was sheltered from most things and managed to live a relatively normal life... until the visions started when she turned thirteen. They were moments of altered clarity at first. She thought they were just vivid dreams since they only happened at night, when she let her mind drift away as she stared at the hearth. It wasn't surprising when her thoughts would stay focused on the smell of fire. But then these thoughts became daydreams. She could no longer keep it a secret when she felt the burning sensation of flames licking her arms and she screamed- even though she was lifting up a pail of water from the well in the center of her village. The villagers who saw it said she had screamed words from some unknown language, something that rang with power.

The first whispers were accusations of witchcraft, but Brigitte's family had respected and pious people. Surely this was instead a gift of Yllith which was meant to bless the village.

To partake of divinity was to take part of divinity.

Or so the villagers believed as they collected 'relics' of her hair, shed blood, and baby teeth. Their eyes were always on her, watching her for a sign of favor. Their hands were always grasping at the edges of her cloak to feel a little holiness within themselves. Brigitte was put on a pedestal that she couldn't escape. Her life was no longer her own and though she knew she ought to feel grateful for Yllith's blessing, she could only feel resentment. The people who had helped to raise her viewed her as some kind of savior; the boys who had teased her during their childhood now looked at her as if she was some strange creature. Hunger was everywhere and she didn't know how to fill the hearts of her people. Nothing she gave was ever enough.

The travelling merchant from Thrace was the real blessing. He promised Brigitte that these visions were Yllith's call for her to join the temple, and he could take her there because he used to be a priest. She wasn't crazy and she wasn't a savior forced to figure it all out on her own- she was a prophet who could get help to save these poor tortured souls.

A fresh start requires a slate burned clean.

She didn't expect the storm that night to be so bad. None of the villagers expected it. Brigitte still wonders if the storm was a punishment sent by Yllith for daring to abandon her village or if it was the goddess blessing her with a chance to escape. Thatched roofs caught on fire and then the rains swept everything else away. Brigitte ran to the merchant and they fled to Thrace. Culture shock was inevitable, but she learned to adjust with the help of the merchant. The temple took her in when they heard about Brigitte and once the priests witnessed one of her visions, they quickly gave her to the High Priestess. After all, who else would know how to interpret Yllith's words?

She is, if nothing else, good at playing the roles set aside for her (prophet, servant of the people, handmaiden to the voice of Yllith- Her Eminence). She just wishes there was more to it, enough to make her feel whole. Her Eminence only allows her to speak when absolutely necessary; this vow of silence is in Yllith's name but for Her Eminence's pride's sake.

TL;DR
- Brigitte was born in Dian and started having her visions when she turned 13. A few months later, the visions became realistic/painful enough to be noticeable and her village caught on.
- She was worshiped as a savior for a while until an ex-priest from Thrace came by and said he could take her to the main temple.
- A thunderstorm wrecks Brigitte's village and she runs away with the ex-priest. They make it to Thrace and she joins the temple.
- The temple places her with the High Priestess once she proves she has visions. Brigitte now serves the High Priestess and some say she's the next in line for the position. Brigitte just wants to figure out her visions and what Yllith wants.

- Brigitte is a pretty quiet person, which allows her to get all of the Sweet Gossip. I'm thinking this might have allowed her to even find out Her Eminence's name (since Brigitte is in her service) or at least some clues of what it could be.
- She is very task oriented, which is why her visions frustrate her so much. If Yllith could just tell her who to save or forgive or whatever, Brigitte would appreciate that.
- Having been in the convent and learned how to read more than a few words, she's become an avid reader. The vow of silence only applies to the spoken word, because Her Eminence probably thought Brigitte was too stupid to become literate enough to be a problem.
- She hates having her personal space invaded because of her post-vision experiences in her home village. She's had to see a lot of things under the excuse of her presence 'blessing' the event...
- Brigitte is probably already feeling resentment toward the high priestess because of her demanding personality, but tries to tuck that deep inside of herself because Her Eminence would know best about Yllith's wishes... right? But she could definitely be manipulated enough into making an outburst against the high priestess (after some time), because she has a very deeply ingrained sense of right and wrong.
- She's still sorta clueless about the Odrysian empire because most of her time has been spent inside the temple lol. But she's totally willing to go out and explore... if someone is nice enough to go with her.
- I think it would be interesting if maybe some of the royals have found about her and tried to talk to her? After all, if someone so close to the high priestess has visions about them then maybe they could get the throne. Something something religion used to further political agendas lol.

W O W this got long oops my bad.


&. FACECLAIM ❜

[lowkey gnocchi]

雨垂れは血の雫となって頬を つたい落ちる もうどこにも帰る場所が無いならxxx◆ ◆



USERNAMExxxxlowkey gnocchi
NICKNAMExxxxnone so far
TIMEZONExxxxEST
DISCORDxxxxdisco inferno
ACTIVITYxxxxI chat around once a day and try to post weekly
VIBESxxxxpleasantly confused

anatawanarakunohanajanai

NAMExxxxAkemi, Hiro
AGExxxx27
PRONOUNSxxxxhe/him
SEXUALITYxxxxconstant question marks, but heteroflexible
SECRETxxxxstole money from both the Yakuza and a few of their backers to get himself and his companion a new life
POSITIVE TRAITSxxxxdetermined ◆ empathetic ◆ shrewd
NEGATIVE TRAITSxxxxlethargic ◆ self-indulgent ◆ impetuous
BACKGROUNDxxxxHiro was born to an unremarkable family into a unremarkable life. With Japan's rigid social structure, he had nowhere to go. So he decided to make his own way. His older brother could take care of their family, which let Hiro explore on his own. He was a handyman and worked odd jobs, but the money really started to pour in when he worked for a couple yakuza members. He was good enough at fixing up appliances and cars to get a few more jobs with them.

And a few more. Hiro couldn't say no to easy money, so he fell in line fixing up their rides and joining the gang. It was a surprisingly predictable life and he was settling into it. He had friends and a place he could go home to.

Too bad it all went to s**t when Hiro lost his money by investing in a friend's business. He was ready to jump off a bridge to make sure no one would try to take it out on his family- until a young woman stepped in and stopped him from jumping. She convinced him to stay alive and keep fighting. Now he owes her and he's set on paying her back, no matter the cost.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxひぐらしが鳴く 開かずの森へ 後戻りは もう出来ない

[lowkey gnocchi]

　



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  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙾𝙲𝚄𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 . . . ▼
  ___________01100001011100000111000001101100011010010110001101100001011101000110100101101111011011100010000001100100011011110110001101110101011011010110010101101110011101000110000101110100011010010110111101101110
  







　



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  < / 𝚂𝚈𝙼𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 . . .
  ______> 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃-𝟶𝟽.𝙴𝚇𝙴
  𝟶𝟷𝟸𝟹𝟺𝟻𝟼𝟽𝟾𝟿 <-- use these numbers𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 : ___Thomas Innes
  𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚂 : ___Hydra
  𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 : ___male, he/him
  𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : ___grey-asexual
  𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼 : ___here
  𝚂𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚂 : ___Link
  







　



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  < / 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃-𝟶𝟽 . . .
  ______> 𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃.𝙴𝚇𝙴
  𝟶𝟷𝟸𝟹𝟺𝟻𝟼𝟽𝟾𝟿 <-- use these numbers𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : ___Regen
  𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 : ___Tank
  𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :
  Thomas has the ability to constantly regenerate his cells. While it's useful during a fight, most of (his) life isn't spent fighting. Still, he's more than ready to throw himself in front of teammates since he knows he can walk away from worse injuries than others. He has to actively hold back his ability whenever he isn't at risk of getting hurt which requires a lot of focus. Without constant vigilance, he can quite literally grow tumors within hours. He also has a much higher metabolism than most Symbionts as well. He cannot affect his genetics or completely stop the regen process since that risks his ability to ever heal again. It's much easier to prevent tumors than to get rid of what he let happen, but it is possible to cut out any accidental tumors. Much of his early training years were spent in the clinic for that reason. He cannot affect others with his ability...yet. But once he can, he'll be more than ready to offer his services to his teammates.
  







　



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  < / 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃-𝟶𝟽 . . .𝟶𝟷𝟸𝟹𝟺𝟻𝟼𝟽𝟾𝟿 <-- use these numbers
  ______> 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳.𝙴𝚇𝙴
  Lucky number seven. Thomas was requested by a council member- what better way to appeal to the public's sense of nationalism than to take in one of humanity's best hopes? His childhood was likely one of the most documented out of all of the Symbionts. The boy was quickly taught how to deflect prying questions and then thrust into the limelight.
  
  His 'father' got elected and Thomas had even more rules to follow to keep in mind. He didn't mind having strict guidelines; they helped him figure out social interactions. Even when his father wasn't a council member, he always ensured that Thomas understood that because he was not just human, he had to be better than human. This extended to his conduct with fellow Symbionts; he had to outperform them too. He was volunteered to go for as many tests as possible, he stayed up sparring longer than almost anyone else, and he was tested constantly by his father. Being a Symbiont was a welcome release from the stress of being a famous man's child- not that Thomas would ever admit it. He was (is) grateful for the opportunities he's received.
  
  Thomas is more than ready to go to the surface now. He feels like he's the most prepared out of the group and tries to lead them towards success, even if the other Symbionts don't appreciate. That's fine, he just wants to make sure they succeed. Not everyone likes what a leader has to do; he learned that from his father.
  
  ______> 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂.𝙴𝚇𝙴
  ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ 𝟺 / 𝟻 politeness
  ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ 𝟻 / 𝟻 Trying His Best
  ⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ 𝟷 / 𝟻 awareness of when to stop
  ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ 𝟹 / 𝟻 anxiety
  ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ 𝟻 / 𝟻 civic duty
  





barb's layout. do not steal.

[lowkey gnocchi]

an inverse solace

MACE


&▪ USERNAME: lowkey gnocchi
&▪ NICKNAMES: anything's fine lol
&▪ AVAILABILITY: almost always on Discord
&▪ SNIPPET: this really do be the mace @ Basira
&▪ SAMPLES: haha. I do that.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

&▪ NAME: Basira Koriakin
&▪ AGE: 34
&▪ GENDER: female
&▪ FACECLAIM: Thunderbolt by Antarctic Spring

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

&▪ MACE:
✧ █ ⋮ what is your interpretation of your weapon's enchantment?
✧ █ ⋮ It catches the light, sparking brazenly. This is not a weapon that wants to be hidden away.
✧ █ ⋮ The mace can shoot out electricity within a 4 meter radius. Arcs of lightning can spring forth, but they're almost impossible to control outside of swinging the mace directly at an opponent. It's best to leave plenty of space around the wielder and let them rain down havoc on surrounding enemies- literally.
✧ █ ⋮ While the mace is emitting electricity, it's also magnetic (electromagnetism). It's useful for finding things or helping to deflect attacks from metal weapons, so long as the wielder can push the mace back towards the opponent.
✧ █ ⋮ The wielder gains an increase in burn resistance and strength, thanks to the wielder's muscles being consistently zapped. Pain tolerance is quickly learned.
✧ █ ⋮ Anyone can pick up the mace, but withstanding the shock is another issue. Electricity also makes one's muscles contract, so dropping the mace is easier said than done. It is only done with you when it feels it is.

✧ █ ⋮ what are your weapon's passive quirks?
✧ █ ⋮ Sometimes it tells her, through the lines of light it slices across her face, that she would have the advantage if she just pushes a little further, fights a little harder. More lines for longer fights. The faster she burns up, the faster she can rest. Saint Adam certainly did that (but look where it got him and all the others, Basira reasons).
✧ █ ⋮ Lightning skitters through her muscles and she clenches up in time to take another hit. Nothing can hurt quite as much as electricity wrapping around nerves. The mace forces her to move faster and maybe one day, she will be fast as lightning (if she isn't consumed by it).

&▪ IN DEPTH:
✧ █ ⋮ She was- is, because this journey isn't a definite death sentence- part of a middle class family in Grisha. They owned a couple of boats and made their money trawling for fish and selling the occasional pieces of useful or pretty wreckage dragged up from the ocean floor.
✧ █ ⋮ Basira never really thought about what she would do when she was grown. She would have to help her family with bring in what the sea gives them. She already knew the best areas to fish in and who to cajole for extra space on the docks. Maras has a bounty when its people weren't greedy and she knows how to take advantage of it.
✧ █ ⋮ She always had a serious face and eyes that looked a little too closely at everything others did. Suitors wouldn't pursue her for long and she knew it. She could settle for riches or beauty or kindness. Her family would find a good match, somewhere in the middle ground of decency and usefulness.
✧ █ ⋮ But before they could, she ran. She had found a man to her liking only a handful of years older than her. His sweet promises to her and her skills could keep them afloat while he looked for a steady job.
✧ █ ⋮ She could make her own way in the world with him instead of relying on old, broken traditions.
✧ █ ⋮ They survived, barely, thanks to their devotion to each other. Winter was easier to bear when there was love to keep them warm.
✧ █ ⋮ If only love was enough to keep the tides from dragging boats underneath the sea.


✧ █ ⋮ Her family took her back, all too eager to bring their wayward daughter into the fold again. The child in her womb was unexpected... but they had enough to ensure a safe birth with a good midwife, then keep it warm and fed.
✧ █ ⋮ It's a gentle push and pull. She gives and the child takes. That is all it knows to do. That is what motherhood is, her own mother confided in her. That is what all of life is.
✧ █ ⋮ She looked at her hands rubbed raw from scraping her child's soapy clothes clean against a washboard and started to want again.
✧ █ ⋮ "There's always something more for people like us," her husband had often said. Now it was just people like her.
✧ █ ⋮ The mace's appearance was quite literally a bolt from the blue. A cloudless, sunny sky gave way to a bolt of lightning that landed in front of Basira, nearly blinding her in the process.
✧ █ ⋮ Her child didn't understand why Basira had to go, but her family certainly did. The frowns of disapproval were all too easy to see on the faces of her parents. Another force wanted to take their daughter away from them.
✧ █ ⋮ She's on the run for a higher purpose now. Even her parents know that this time is justified.
✧ █ ⋮ Every wish is double-edged, isn't it? She wanted a greater purpose and had to give up everything she had for it.
✧ █ ⋮ Sometimes Basira thinks she can hear her baby crying out for her. It's just the wind, screaming through caves and plucking her hair hard enough to make her eyes tear up.
✧ █ ⋮ She has to come back home for her child's sake. But if Basira dies... at least a piece of her will still live on.

✧ █ ⋮ She feels guilty about putting this on her family... and how giddy it makes her feel to be on the road again. Uncertainty is a challenge to take on, unlike the dull life at home.
✧ █ ⋮ Leaving behind her baby was a tough choice, but she also felt trapped by it. It's... better to leave it with her mother. Her mother had always wanted to have more children in the house. (She's suffering from postpartum depression.)

[lowkey gnocchi]

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
LOWKEY GNOCCHI tab tab tab THEY/THEM tab tab tab EST tab tab tab SAMPLES

NAME: tab Kai Ivanovich Volkov
AGE: tab 28
CODENAME: tab Rigel
USER ID: tab KIV0214-P2
GENDER: tab male
NATIONALITY: tab Russian
COMBAT SUIT: tab wsp
EXPERIENCE: tab 3 years

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OVERBEARING tab tab tab EMPATHETIC tab tab tab RESERVED tab tab tab PATIENT tab tab tab INFLEXIBLE

- Kai's life may have started on a day of love, but his father didn't foster a very loving environment. Life was duty and his duty was to help his country.
- His father was part of a group that had always believed the Cubes were a sign of Armageddon. Soon seas would rise, plagues would raze humanity, the mark of evil- well, that was all capitalism and greed sealed with godforsaken technology.
- Every day Kai can remember was spent on learning how to survive. Nothing and no one could be relied on except for himself and his wits. Russian winters solidified that concept.
- First he had to build himself up. Then he could build up humanity. He would help get rid of the reliance on this mysterious technology no one understood. They didn't need strange Cubes to be strong.
- Things changed when people started talking about 'aliens' landing on the earth and destroying everything in their path. Humans and their guns were no match, but the latest mechas managed to hold off the aliens. The group his father was part of quickly changed their views on the machines created by the Cube.
- The Cubes were at least part of Earth, part of them. The machines made from it would save them. Kai knew he had what it took to save them.
- He joined Prometheus to help the world and humanity... but he'd be lying if he didn't find mechas beautiful, in a brutal, hulking way. Deadly efficiency is a sight to behold. Even if they are creations of the damned Cube.

- max efficiency after two shots of vodka in his system (max efficiency for him or the Wasp? Well. At least he can hit hard)
- jk he loves the bug, he's just tsun about it
- would've been voted 'best hair' in high school if... ya know, he went to an actual school with humans who weren't doomsday preppers
- is surprisingly touchy-feely because that's how he best processes information (tactile-visual learner)
- still doesn't like how no one really knows much about the Cubes or how they can affect people
- he was surprised he got partnered up pretty quickly. How reliable is this partner of his anyway? Keep up or get lost
- it's just easier to shoot alien drones than to face all the confusing feelings he has about this project and the mechas



my cabbages

[lowkey gnocchi]

Roleplayer Information

Username: lowkey gnocchi
Nickname: lowkey or g/noc(c)hi (AKA almost anything lmao)
Pronouns: they/them
Timezone: EST
Sample: yeye

<-- CHARACTER IMAGE



◆ ◇ ⊱ tab 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐄


「 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 」 ⋮ tab Valdis Katrinsdóttir
「 𝐀𝐆𝐄 」 ⋮ tab 37
「 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 」 ⋮ tab female
「 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 」 ⋮ tab tiefling
「 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 」 ⋮ tab Crotchety Healer/Mentor with a Heart of Gold


「 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐊 」 ⋮ tab Guiding Soul - Valdis can see, hear, and communicate with spirits. They are often needy and demand her attention, but cannot physically interact with her. The younger the spirit, the needier and more distracting they are. When she's focusing on communicating with stronger spirits or a whole group, her chest, primary horns, and claws glow. It's a pretty impressive way to freak people out, especially if she starts speaking in a deeper voice while 'channeling' them.
「 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 」
tab ◇ + efficient　◇ + attentive　◇ + enterprising　◇ - nitpicky　◇ - guarded　◇ - stubborn　

「 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 」
tab ◇ Where does the character hail from?

There's a land far to the north where the law is weak and people do whatever they wish. Some take the opportunity to protect themselves and those they care about. Others decided to wreak havoc where they could. Valdis and her mother were part of the second group. Her mother preferred to cheat people out of their savings by pretending to be a psychic who talked to the dead and said what they wanted.

The dead certainly did talk. The living just never seemed to listen.


tab ◇ What are some major events from their past that have shaped your character thus far?

She drifted with her mother from group to group, always making sure to pick places that were ravaged recently. While Valdis could always see spirits, her mother couldn't- it was one of the few things her father had left for her. But her mother was quick to turn Valdis' ability to her advantage, using Valdis as an informant while she was the face of their scam who could work the information to their advantage. It was a rather stable source of income. Her mother taught her how to look for lies and hide her own, keep secrets while revealing others, and, above all else, keep a straight face no matter what. Valdis shouldn't have been surprised that their cons would catch up to them, thanks to a growing number of displeased 'customers'.

Valdis managed to escape thanks to some spirits warning her and she wandered south until she reached Rhiont.


tab ◇ Why does your character find themselves in Rhiont?

She honestly just wanted to get more supplies and earn a few more coins before leaving for the next kingdom. But she traveled further and further in, following the ghosts in front of her rather than the ghosts of her past. She learned how to heal and brought back a dragon from the brink of death and thought things could be different-

Then she ended up in the capital's Red Light district, thanks to stereotypes and a high concentration of young and unborn ghosts in the area. Patching up prostitutes and courtesans or helping get rid of unwanted babies gives her a steady income now.

Is it what she expected to do? No. Is it what she wants? ...Sometimes. She knows she's the only hope for a lot of the workers here. It feels good to be needed and praised.


tab ◇ What are some possible plot scenarios you'd like to see your character get into?

— Meeting the dragon she patched up again would get interesting fast.
— She could also get recognized by someone who knew her from her con days. There were a lot of cons she was part of, thanks to her childhood being spent with her mother. Sometimes she would play a street urchin begging for coins and other times, she would be a damsel in distress who would just love to pay her savior back.
— Saving someone else like how she saved the dragon could be fun.


tab ◇ Are there any other character ideas that might compliment your character?

— another student of her mentor
— someone who gets in constant fights or often gets hurt AKA her best customer
— a person who used her services but doesn't want it to be known that they went to someone 'like her', bonus points if it's for something scandalous
— students who she will be protective over (but not openly because who does that??? Better to protect from the shadows)


「 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 」

- It her
— She tends to wear revealing clothes, partly because the cold here in Rhiont is nothing compared to home and partly because it's easier to blend into the Red Light district that way.
— She does have little rituals to help soothe the spirits around her. There are different rituals for different age groups.

[lowkey gnocchi]

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username　　lowkey gnocchi
name / nickname　　anything that isn't rude lol
timezone　　EST
availability　　I'm on daily
samples　　Lonk from Pennsylvania

𝐈𝐈. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

name　　Anja Petrović
age　　27
role　　the usurper
face claim　　her

Anja is not the kind of person to end up in a nowhere ship like the Orange. Quite honestly, she didn’t want to be anywhere near something that would offset her hair, but when the gods decide to place you elsewhere, you can’t argue. She was a graduate of one of the top military academies, a star athlete, president of about 50 clubs (even though the school officially had around 13), and even helped one of her professors give birth. She was an overachiever and she knew (and reveled in) it.

Then everything went to s**t and she lost the use of one of her eyes. Asking her about her more recent past leads to dozens of contradictory tales. The only constants are 1) she lost the use of her eye and 2) she’s 97% sure she’s better than everyone else on the Orange, give or take a few points. She’s a jack-of-all-trades, helping patch up holes or finding new customers whose requests they can fulfil. There is always more than one way to do something and she knows it well, unlike the captain.
Really, what is the captain doing? No one seems to know. That just makes it easier for her to take on more responsibilities. She should just completely take over, because speaking to the manager has done absolutely nothing to improve this establishment.

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"Incredible, I've never seen anything like this!"
“Do pipe down so I can concentrate,” Anja said and her starstruck observer shut his mouth with an audible clack. The whip whirled around her head before stretching out to cut through the bottle with an audible crack. The boy had asked if she was able to use the whip coiled on her hip. It was easy to prove herself, provided they made a deal.
“Looks like you’ve got some skill, little lady.” Anja pulled up 5’4” of herself to stare down at the rangy man smiling blandly at her from further down the pier.
“I know I do.” She looked over at the boy. “Where are the charts you promised?” The boy simply pointed at the man who had approached them. So it was meant to be a set up all along.

“We could use a woman like you on our ship.”
“I’m sure you could.” Anja glanced up at the sky. The sun was dangerously close to noon, which meant most of the others in her current residence would wake up soon. That meant coming back to questions, which meant she would have to sneak off to a new place to stay. What an inefficient start to the day.
“Tell you what, I’ll give you the star charts you bargained for. Won ‘em fair and square. But if you kin get this fruit out of my hand with your whip, you get charts for wreck sites too,” the man called out as he held up the orange, gauging her reaction. She narrowed her eyes. Wreck sites? She did need to know where to find more recent wrecks than the ancient ones.
“What kind of wreck sites? Everyone who’s been here for more than a week knows plenty of ‘em.”
“The kind you can still get treasures from.” Or people, if even the treasures were undisturbed.

Anja flicked the whip and its end curled around the man’s wrist. To his credit, he only winced when it cut through his skin. She pulled the man towards her until he was on his knees with his arm extended out to her and she plucked the orange from his hand.
“A deal's a deal. Give me all of your charts.”

[lowkey gnocchi]

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USERNAME ▸ lowkey gnocchi
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NAME ▸ Hiro Akemi
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Hiro is an average guy who came from an average family. His older brother was the guy who did just about everything in school. Star athlete, fantastic grades, president of a bunch of clubs- you name it and Akihiko probably had it. He nabbed a nice enough job to help pay bills and settle down. Meanwhile Hiro's birth was an accident and his parents had to learn how to adjust having a kid in the house all over again. He got what was necessary, but little else. At least his brother would dote on him, but only whenever he had the time to do so. Akihiko's (over)achievements let Hiro slip under the radar and do whatever he wanted. There was no point in pushing himself when life lead to struggle no matter what. His unremarkable life would later become his most useful tool in avoiding trouble. No one expected the straight C student to be up to anything notable, much less smuggling things for the yakuza.

To be fair, he didn't expect it either. But when an easy job landed in his lap and promised really good pay, who was he to say no? It was nice being able to get things for himself at his own pace without feeling like he was dragging down the entire family with his requests. Things were working out pretty well until the cops caught on. Hiro got no warning other than a rushed note stuck onto his door. He fled, knowing that both the yakuza and cops would be after him. Even if he escaped one side, the others would catch him.

He decided the only thing to do was to commit suicide by jumping from a bridge into a nearby river; at least that way he could make sure the yakuza and cops wouldn't go after his family.

But before he could commit, someone grabbed onto his hands as he clung to the bridge and told him there was no reason to die. After talking to her for a few minutes, he pulled himself back to safety with her help. She hid him for a while and he got a job as a mechanic. Eventually, they managed to make a life together. Once Hiro could afford his own apartment, he asked her to live with him and become his girlfriend. She accepted. Half a year later, it felt safe enough to reach out to Akihiko to let him know he was okay. Things were finally looking up, until he got the strange letter from 'Happy'.

He secretly bought an engagement ring for his girlfriend, even though he knows she likely won't want to get married/see the point in it. But a man can dream, can't he?

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Interview style questions done by Chest. He invites you into the library for a chat, skipping over to the large, round table in the center of the room.



( Chest leans towards you curiously, cupping his chin. )
So, how’d you feel about getting that letter?


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"I... honestly thought it was someone from my old jobs asking for my help again. I've met some real weirdos that way but I keep my mouth shut." He shrugs. "I need the money, but it looks like that's not what Happy wants, is it?"



Lame. Tell me about any special skills you have.

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"Guess it was..." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Hiro knows that most people would overlook him and think he's boring. He's counted on that so he could skate through life. "But I'm pretty good at climbing and running- er, parkour, they call it. Had to get out of my old man's house somehow. And I've gotten real good at fixing up cars and stuff around the house for my bosses." He smiles. "I'm also pretty stubborn when it comes to sticking by my friends, no matter what." If being a cheapskate counted as a skill, he could say that too. But maybe it would reflect badly on him. 'Super Best Friends' aren't supposed to be known for that, right?



( The conversation begins to bore him as he slumps back with a sigh, crossing his arms. )
Okay, last question! If you could be any animal in the world, what would you be?

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He puffs out his cheeks, then blows out the trapped air.
"My girlfriend and some friends say I remind them of a monkey. Like the ones that like to sit in hot springs. Guess that'll do?" He looks down at his arms. "My arms aren't that long, are they?"



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