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Cindy's golden hands took notice of the exuberant Haruki's waving of all things and waved back just as furiously, all four of them, and then moved on to wave at the others too, right in their faces. Cindy's eyes widened in alarm before reaching up instinctively and dragging them back down with a little more lumen. "Guys, I'm tired enough" She moaned quietly to them. as she held held two of them entwined with her real fingers and put the other two hands on her hips. Her cheeks felt so hot, she must be crimson by now! The thought made her blush more and more and more, she needed to calm down soon!
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imma just have Jorgen wander. He doesn't know where anyone really is. If anyone wants to meet up with him, send them in his direction. He's hard to miss.
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"Well, shit. What now?" Jorgen muttered under his breath. First bet was to go get his shit back. He started by trying to find part of the destruction he had wrought throughout the city during his escapade. He had trashed some of this stuff, why was he let off the hook? Some special circumstances? It may pay to use this card. Jorgen examined it carefully as he walked, he'd get a mage to check and see if there was some tracking on it. If you can do it with GPS, why not spells?
Eventually Jorgen found the end of his trail and made his way up the interior of the building, finding the floor he had put the bag on and going door to door to get Sasha the shotgun back in her duffel bag. From there he decided a stroll through the city couldn't really hurt, he didn't know where any of the others were now so leaving it to chance was his best bet.
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Cindy hurried off the plane, her ponytail whipped in the wind frantically and one of her hands was in the process off settling and untangling it. She didn't want to get in the way of anyone so as soon as she could she stepped to the side. Her eyes flicked from the floor to each of the other passengers, never resting for a second as though she didn't dare insult them with her nosy gaze. Gods the ride had been mortifying! She just wanted to curl up with a book for the plane ride and blend into the background but no! Her hands decided to wander, literally, and annoy the others! Fifteen minutes in she had taken control of them directly just to keep them settled. Sure, she could have dismissed them but that felt rude... So now she felt quite exhausted from the long ride. She'd like to sleep but she couldn't just drop could she!
So Cindy's eyes kept returning to her new teachers, back and forth and to the floor again and again as her curiosity kept her looking back and forth, waiting for them to say something.
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When it's such a nice day, but you can't decide on a proper face.
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any expression on that face is a good face to be totally frank
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What’s it like to hit the summit of achievement?
She ran through the verdant park, busy with people enjoying the beautiful weather. There were old couples strolling down the pathways and young couples laying the grass with bright smiles on all of their faces They were happy and that made her happy.
Her breathing and pace were both steady as she made her way along her normal jogging route. It had been her route for years and she found herself waving to a lot of the locals. Some might have recognised her after being around for years, others might recognise her due to her recent success.
The womens hundred meter dash had been over so quickly. Years and years of training had been spent in preparation and training. Anxiety and fear had ever present in the months leading up to it. With the support of everyone she knew she had been pushed to the starting line. It all ended so quickly she honestly didn’t remember the details in between. She heard the signal and immediately after there was the ecstatic roar of the crowd, cheering for her as the victor.
She had done it, she had won. The week after was pure celebration. Some of it healthy and jubilant and some of it, to her shame, was totally decadent and debauched. She stood at the top and she had enjoyed every view.
Now though? Now she was jogging again. Thinking about where she had been and, more importantly, where she could be.
She looked behind her. A young man was jogging behind her, slowly catching up.
She picked up the pace.
She wasn’t done yet.
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Yo, Anny (that's what we called ya around here back in the day and all, so, figured I'd just stick with it) how outlandish can we get with the weapon designs, just out of curiosity? Like, should we mostly keep it grounded in some type of reality/ practicality, or are RWBY-esque shenanigans allowed?
She be sleepin' I asked the same of her earlier and not too crazy please was the response. Also try not to compare this to RWBY too much lest you get confused when things complicate, again from her.
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no black text plsss
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Character Name: Cindy Higimidan
Age: 16
Gender: She a girly girl with girl cooties
Appearance: Short, a round five foot in height, quite thin and skinny, she has very soft, pale skin and bags under dark blue eyes. She can be typically seen wearing light sundresses in soft pastel colours when she can afford to. Cindy also has light blonde hair held in a ponytail.
Backstory: Cindy lived in the eastern region of Medulla, near to the coast opposite Aurora. She lived in a trade city that was situated between Aurora and Medulla and so her life was quite bustling. She lived as the younger child in a family of four. Her father, step-father and older brother and this was fine with her, her mother had apparently left after she had been born after finding out about her fathers affair. They owned a pottery studio in this city of commerce and lived quite a nice lifestyle selling their ceramics. As she grew up, all three of the men she lived with doted upon her as their little princess. This led to a charming childhood that she has always treasured but...as she grew up she was kept away from helping run the store. She was clumsy with the inventory and, no matter how much she insisted otherwise, her family knew that the customers scared her a little with their haggling. She did show some promise in the art of creating the pottery however and she was taught by her step-father in this.
Cindy spent her free time exploring the safe parts of the city, talking to the citizens who she came to know. Everyone treated her nicely though she couldn't really say she had any really close friends, even at school.
After a time business really picked up for her family. They had a good reputation throughout the city and more business kept Cindy's family busy, although they stubbornly refused to let her do any more work. Her days grew lonelier in a lot of ways and Cindy found herself longing for someone else as she even lost her time with her step-father, what would having a mother or a sister be like? In her lonelier moments Cindy liked to imagine she felt another slim, feminine hand entwined with hers, warm and comforting.
When she was fourteen she felt that sensation during one lonely night, she fell asleep holding the phantom hand. When she awoke, she found that the phantom was ephemeral no more. She had awoken her Lumen.
Now, against her families concerned protests she is going off to learn how to use that Lumen and specifically how she can use it to help people and maybe make some new friends, or so she hopes.
Personality: Cindy is quite a skittish, almost ditsy person. She inadvertently grew up without actually doing hard work and that shows in her approaches to real-life problems. She tends to shy away from work now due to her families treatment of her. On the flip-side she is also quite obedient, always listening to her fathers now to go anywhere dangerous and only to talk to people she knew etc. In general she's quite good natured and when she warms up to you friendly. She is however easily embarrassed, not very quick of wit no matter how much she might wish she was. She's prone to idolising strong women in her life and wishes with an almost jealous fervour to be like them.
Lumen: Cindy can create from her Lumen up to four floating hands, cut off from the wrist. They look about the same size as a human woman's hand and are gold coloured. Whilst warm to the touch they feel like stone, not particularly dense. They are quite nimble and can move independent of Cindy's control, much to her chagrin as they show a semblance of a pseudo personality that is very protective of Cindy and bold in how they go about protecting her, they seem to have a connection to Cyndi's subconscious as they are capable of reacting to her thoughts and feelings and are also capable of learning anything she has studied, such as word-working or fletching. She can exert control over them herself but this costs her a small amount of Lumen to establish a bond and send commands. Aside from moving around and, uh, existing they don't do anything else. They might have simple patterns on them as Cindy occasionally spends her time customising them.
Weapon of Choice: Cindy's weapon of choice is a simple wooden short-bow with iron tipped arrows.
Ain't no reservation here bois and girls
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You say Lumen is almost sentient and also very personalised to each Lightgivers, would it be fair to say that it looks at the person and determines what they might want or need in their life and, if so, should the person really want a friend the Lumen can manifest in a very rudimentary imitation of a being? I've already got an idea for a character with this kind of intertwined into it.
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Place your bets, people.
I bet on the handsome one with the seatbelt
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Hold your horses man, Shiri only put up an interest check lmao
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How advanced is the society? We talking swords and staves, magitech revolution kinda dealing or , modern parallel? You mentioned briefly about Li the dragon favouring people in High social standing, is that like the very wealthy or aristocrats or wut?
I've seen so many iterations of fantasy and seeing something that piques my interest is so nice.
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He sat in his favourite chair. It was nice and comfortable after years of use, the supple black leather molded to his back. He had a cold drink in his hand that he sipped lightly as he let his aches and pains fade away. An hour long walk used to be nothing to him but now, in the blistering heat, it put him out a little. Did he feel longing for his young body? Yes, to an extent. He wouldn’t simply sit and sulk though. What was the fun in that?
Nice is nice, sad is sad, hurt hurts. If he could choose, he knew which he’d pick in a heartbeat
He stared at the wall beyond. It bore glimpses of people and places throughout his life. A shot of the antarctic wastes, the memory still cold enough to chill his breath. The time he met with one of the many Indian princes from a culture that astounded him. His trip to New York, standing atop the Statue of Liberty waving a small red, white and blue flag with a good natured smile and a hand held in his wife's.
It had been a whole year since she had passed. He had expected the world to change dramatically, for the colour to fade or for there to be never-ending rain. The universe didn’t humour him, time is too busy to stay still and the world follows in its wake. There were still children and grandchildren to see, finances to manage, old friends to catch up with, hobbies to continue pursuit of. If he wanted melancholy it had been made clear he would have to look for it in his spare time. For about a fortnight, that was what he sought and his family obliged him.
He considered himself profoundly fortunate for so many reasons but the most recent reason presented to him was how little time he spent mourning. Well, maybe a part of him was still in grief, people were rarely so at peace at any age. What he knew though was that when he woke up and felt the bed empty next to him, the twinge of sadness that wanted to cripple him failed. He found reason after reason to get out of bed, whether it was to take care of the little ones, take care of the bigger ones or simply to expand his fleet of bottled ships.
On the table in front of him were the materials for one more ship.
Angelica
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My point was that if Sparky had discussed why he didn't want you in the RP you might deem that something reportable.
I'm a proponent of communication in situations like these but it's Sparky's choice. Neither you, nor the mods, can force an answer. The respectful thing to do, and the more likely way to get a place at all, is to step back and accept that.
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Jorgen shook his head. "I'm afraid I haven't found a place to stay yet. A few, uh, colleagues of mine should have been finding a place to stay but I don't know where they actually are right now." First he'd have find his bag, then maybe he'd explore the city at night. He didn't need too much sleep, obviously it was a necessity for his mental state but physically he could go without stopping for a long, long time.
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Uhh if I'm being refused, I want to know why so I can address it and see if we can work past it so yes please discuss it with me or I will go to a mod and get us to discuss it regardless because I don't think this is fair.
Please pm me when you can and I would greatly appreciate it.If Sparky has been disrespectful, you could take it to mods. He was as polite as he could be without disclosing details to the public. Otherwise, it's his RP, he gets the say.
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Jorgen nodded to the officer. Now he just had to make sure he had a story in his head prepared as they made their way towards the station. Ahhhh, that may be harder than it first seemed. Just keep it straight and simple, otherwise you'll get caught up by your own lies. The large cyborg then set off with the officer, co-operating as needed.
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Jorgens mouth hung open a little. "Uhhhhhh" Jorgen paused for a second. Right, handcuffs. They didn't really matter but it meant he was definitely going to be detained. He didn't feel he could get out of that. "He might have some special magic to escape?" Jorgen offered lamely as she offered his wrists to be shackled. It was a good attempt, he thought glumly.
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Truth be told Jorgen didn't recall most of the angels features but he'd already lied, no reason to stop. "He was about six foot tall, large white feathered wings flecked with brown, brown eyes I think... Sorry, give me a moment to think, please." Jorgen spoke confidently, a little too confidently in hindsight. Best to act like his memory really was fallible. That C in Drama was coming in handy now... in a way "Uh, I think he had black hair and-" Oh now this was an idea! "He wore a uniform, like you'd wear to school."
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uh Notus, how am I meant to describe the angel? You didn't really give much of a description. Shall I just give a lacklustre description of a standard angel, which would prolly label Jorgen as a racist (can't tell y'all apart) or naw?
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From the sounds of it you need a tutor, not a co-host. Someone to teach you the ropes of world building and shepherding PCs through your world, and settling the details of the world.
I cannot stress enough that hosting, while rewarding, is difficult and time consuming, especially if you're sloppy in the foundations of your work. If you're unsure about this RP now I again recommend taking it back to the proverbial workshop and putting more time into it. In the meantime, check out some of the RPs around here to see how things work, several were listed above by Acqui with links as well, and mabe join one to get a feel of RPing from a players perspective.
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Sorry bub, this is your endeavour. If you want this to happen you have to refine it yourself, people are open to giving advice and if you can get a co-host they might help but this is still your responsibility if you put it forth. If you have things interfering with you IRL then this simply isn't the time to be starting an RP.
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Everyone here has given fantastic advice and examples on how to improve this RP but my suggestion would be, if you're really dedicated to it, is to take it back and spend the time solidifying and focusing on what you want to happen in the story.
You cannot have an RP centred around the exploration of a whole world or the conquest of many bosses to unravel a convoluted mystery. The current state of the RP section cannot sustain it without a lot of dedication and thought behind it, see Jorys RP for the best example. Either you have a contained area for people to explore and interact with or you have an outlined plot to guide them across this world you need to make. This forum has issues with freedom.
Oh, and telling us outright there is a mastermind ruins the suspense for players. It doesn't really matter who this mastermind is to us, knowing they exist means they are just someone we will one day fight and kill regardless of motive. Letting us investigate and come to the conclusion they exist on our own on the other will help us achieve a sense of accomplishment. Think about what you reveal people and when if you want particularly dramatic effect that engages and entertains your players.
[IC] Lightgivers - Volume 1: A Feeling
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Cindy
One of Cindy's lumen zipped out of Cindy's own grip and flew over to the ridiculously loud young man, simply placing a finger over his lips with a very clear message. Shush!. Cindy was still blushing just because of the other boy with pink hair and this just made it worse. She couldn't say she didn't disagree with her Lumens sentiment.