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[center [b [size20 [#008080 [font "Georgia" My roleplay-related drafts, musings, ideas.]]]]]
[center [size11 [#68838B If you see something that inspires the writing itch in you, please have the courtesy to notify and discuss your plan/intentions with me first before using it for a roleplay of your own- or even better, we could look at collaborating on something together. I would be flattered that you are interested in my ideas, but I would not take kindly to magpie-like habits.]]]

[center [size13 [#33A1C9 “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” ― Anaïs Nin]]]


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Name: First and Last
Age: 17-20, this is technically high school. But I’ll stop at 20 for any repeat students.
Gender: Simple enough
Potential: If you don’t want one yet then just put LOCKED. If you do have one then give an explaination of how it works and try not to be too overpowered.
Short Description: Let us know a small bit about your character so we know the basics. Nothing too deep is needed here.

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  Siren Medea / SnowJin / 41d 21h 4m 27s
"Why have you forsaken us?" cried the priestess, her eyes pained, red veil across her face fluttering. Her arms raised in anguish, as she knelt before the gods in her sacred dreamscape.

Many shook their heads, bemused. One with many eyes turned its thousand gazes upon her and said in a quiet manner, [i "Because, child, we do not feel your-,"] It gave a slight pause, considering words carefully, [i "- mortal suffering."]

[i "Most of us do not remember what pain feels like. What it is to hunger. To fall ill. To die."] Omni-Eyes blinked. [i "Some of the gods present were here well before humans, and do not know suffering, though they created it. And many attaining sainthood have forgotten what made them into saints in the first place."] It shrugged one shoulder. [i "It is not our duty to suffer with you mortal beings. It is our place to judge and watch over your realm. We are a capricious kind. Some of us...feel more compassion towards your kind. Some of us are indifferent. Many change their minds on a whim."]

[i "It would not be wise to depend on our favours, yet it would be unwise to displease us."]

[i "And remember, we have no interest in your politics or war. Death comes to you all. This famine is just another cull scheduled for your unfortunate timing on earth."] Omni-Eyes' many eyes closed, a small sympathetic sigh crossing blue lips.

The priestess' vision turns black, and she wakes up on the clay earth in a cold sweat. She covered choked sobs behind the blood-coloured veil. There were no prayers to be answered. No blessing to be announced. The accursed famine would go on, and her people would continue to suffer.
  Siren Medea / SnowJin / 41d 22h 11m 57s
Tamara shrugged at the female incubus. Like she cared at this point. She and Velius were over anyway. Couldn't Trixie tell? Surely she was not invested in this incubi-human relationship. Most incubi Tamara had met were shocked at the genuine care Velius expressed for her - the mass consensus was that humans were food, not companions. All the young woman wanted right then was to leave with some shred of dignity, and to escape the awkward silences that had been filling up their home ever since they came to this painful decision. Not from lack of things to say, but a wound of overwhelming emotions that they both were holding back to prevent an ugly scene.

Even now, Tamara wasn't sure how Velius felt, such as had been the nature of their relationship since it began - with the human''s emotions easily read, and the incubus' deeply hidden behind his unmoving mask. She had only ever glimpsed his emotions on rare occasions - in the tender way he held her, gently so as not to hurt her; in the look of fear whenever she was in danger; with that possessive glare whenever another incubus glanced her way. Had she imagined that twitch of sorrow when it was clear their relationship was coming to an end?

She listened to her ex-lover tell her how to get in touch with him should the need arise. Tamara shook her head, silently vowing never to do so. She pinched the inside of her left arm. [i No more tears.] She would move forward - perhaps forget all this monster-human business and cross back into a normal human existence. A small voice in the back of her head doubted very much that she would ever be able to just ignore the signs of an incubus for the rest of her life, even if she did only live amongst humans hereon after. [i You'll be looking for Velius' shadow.] No doubt she would.

She lifted her eyes to Velius' form, imprinting him in her mind. [i This is probably the last time I ever see him. He might run off tomorrow to find a fresh one to feed on. Someone who won't demand more of an investment in the relationship between them.] [b "Goodbye then, Velius."] She said. Three words, loaded between the lines. Everything she wanted to say - it was just too much, so she would say the bare minimum. [b "Take care of yourself,"] she continued softly. She turned towards the door to leave, her hand on the latch. Her shoes echoed on the hardwood floor. [b "And thank you...for everything."] Her face was dry, expression a mix of resignation and sadness. She had run out of tears, finally gotten over the disbelief. It was time to get this farewell over with.

Time for a fresh start.
  Tamara Arrow / SnowJin / 62d 18h 22m 22s
[b [center Where does a witch come from?]]

A witch..

Uses organic matter + innate magic.
Can have a wand/magic tool. To focus magic, rather than harnessing magic from an external source.
May use books to record ways of carrying out magic deeds - more like a recipe book. May work for some, not for all. For spell-casting.
Can have a familiar.

[i Source of magic?]
[i Reason for longer length of lifespan?]

Some say that witches are spawn of the devil and his many human worshippers.
Others say they are the creation of demon-human relationships.
Whatever their non-human blood origin, all stories agree on one thing - that it did not come from any divine or inherently good being. Those who live amongst human as hedge witches, shunned by human society, are merely watered down blood descendants of those with purer strength.

Those hunted by witch hunters in far remoter, desolate places - where only those unafraid of death or foolish enough to think they can come out alive go - they are the ones to fear. In truth, witches do not seek to co-exist alongside humans, or interfere with the commonfolk much. They might seek out towns once in a few years for an ingredient only found amongst human-trade , but rarely do they see the need to mingle amongst their distant cousins.

Human society was unnatural to them, and only served to hinder or risk a witch's life. As such, witches preferred to live in more dangerous and unwelcome places - in deep mountains, dark forests and drowning swamps.

Of course, even amongst witches - there are many various kinds, each with their own recognisable traits. Some with a taste for human child, others with a shapeshifting itch, but most a bond with nature.

[i What does a witch do in their lifetime?]
Make money? Seek power? Seek immortality?
What do you do with power?

What [i can] witches do with their powers?
Persuade the weather. Curse lands and cause misfortune to befall upon humans. Summon a demon to do its bidding. Potions. Body puppet to bind/curse/command. Necromancy. Innate power...telepathy/telekinesis/spark/bend/etc. Not all innate power in 1 witch.
  SnowJin / 65d 20h 37m 44s
[#3D59AB “It is time once more, my children. The leaves have turned gold and auburn, and some of us must venture out into the human world for a matter most vital to our survival.”] The old witch cast her one good eye over the gathering of women, the silver lines in her red hair gleaming. The knowing smile she gave them creased the scar on her right cheek, lending a wickedness to her tone. [#3D59AB “‘This year, it’ll be Calliope and Niera’s turn to visit that dear little neighbouring town, Peddlemas. And we’ll hopefully be looking at two new babes to add to our coven by spring. They’ll head out tomorrow evening, so gather around then for blessings.”] The gathering of women giggled, some sighing enviously - clearly remembering some good times mingling with the humans. [r “Bring us back some good food,”] a black-haired witch shouted to the chosen pair. [r “And some good-looking enchanted men if you have any left to spare,”] said another.

With her little speech done, Mother Yari waved her hand towards the base of the dining tree, where steaming bowls of stew awaited. Niera curved a smile at her blood mother as they walked towards dinner. The young witch’s hands settled on her abdomen. [b “I suppose it has been fifty years since Valir came into this world,”] she reminisced, [b “My firstborn warlock boy.”]

[#3D59AB “Yes, I remember little Valir when he came out bawling with chestnut brown hair.”] Mother Yari sighed. [#3D59AB “Such a pity it was not a daughter. Imagine if we had [i three] red-haired witches in our coven. Our magic would know no bounds, we could carry out feats spoken in legends - spinning gold, calling mythical beasts from the sea, binding the future to our will.”] The old witch rubbed her scarred cheek thoughtfully. [#3D59AB “Tell me, how is Valir these days? Still exploring the human world?”] Despite her oft-voiced disappointment that Valir had not turned out to be another witch, Mother Yari held a soft-spot for her grandson.

This time it was Niera’s turn to sigh, her gold-flecked eyes glinting with a hint of weariness. She tucked a stray lock of red hair behind a pointed ear, thinking back to her son's last full-moon scrying conversation with her. [b “Yes, he’s just done sailing the seas with pirates and sea monsters. Now he’s off to search for some ‘majestic dragon’ up on the Old Mountains on the East Continent. Magic weakens as our distance grows, so he’s not been very good at keeping me up to date with his adventures.”] Her wild boy, now a fully-grown warlock, was hard to get ahold of. Barely a teen at the age of 50, Valir made full use of his natural ability to blend in with humans. His chestnut brown hair, human-coloured skin, rounded ears and charming smile made it easy to pass as one of them. Only his gold-flecked eyes - similar to his mother’s - hinted at something other than human.


Dawn rose, a witness to the village waving the two witches off. Calliope and Niera had dug out two sets of humanwear from their storage hut, and were now clad in similar brown dresses, large black cloaks and sturdy boots.

As they made their way out of the swamp and onto the main path that led to Peddlemas, Calliope commented on Niera's fiery hair. [b [#008080 "That will draw some attention to us,"]] she said, waving one pale arm at Niera's long hair. Calliope had no such trouble, her own hair being the colour of a raven's wings, and eyes a startling green not so dissimilar to humans. Niera shrugged, [b "It's more hassle to dye or enchant it a dull colour. I'll keep it under my cloak. Or better yet, have the humans believe that it was a dye job gone wrong."] She pulled the cloak over her head, and they continued on their journey. They would reach the town by nightfall.
  SnowJin / 68d 17h 52m 30s
[font "Century Gothic" She wandered the forest, bare feet trailing through brown leaves on the earth floor. Wet crackling noises accompanied shallow icy breaths, an action made out of habit more than for survival. This is due to the fact that Hikari was now a spirit, no longer human, but not long dead. Or had she been dead a while? Her movements ceased, and those blue-tinged eyes sharpened for a moment, in an effort to remember.]

[font "Century Gothic" A female voice echoed in her mind, one that felt...familiar. Then it spoke more strongly, and Hikari felt like it was calling her from deep within the forest. She shuffled towards it, frost spreading on the barks of trees around her as she went. What was this...feeling?]

[font "Century Gothic" [b [#473C8B "W...warm."]] Her voice croaked. First attempt to speak. She had forgotten about speech, her world had been silent for so long. The word brought an image of a ball of light, glowing from the center of a large tree. She could not see the end of its branches, as they spread out in all directions, looming over her. The ice maiden moved closer, pulling the sleeves of her kimono closer. She had done this in an effort to get warm - an action that would have made her feel warmer when she was alive. The dark material crackled, bits of ice falling off. Now, the act gave her no comfort. Mother, the giant tree that had made itself known to the poor spirit, seemed to give off waves of warmth and love.]

[font "Century Gothic" Hikari then noticed there were creatures around her, mostly spirits. She blinked in surprise. She had been so focused on getting closer to the source of the voice that she had not noticed the gathering of all sorts of beings, beings she was certain she had never seen when she was alive. The creatures looked at her with curiosity, some with pity. A circle formed around her. A creature with a wolf's head shook his head, [b "Lost soul."]]

[font "Century Gothic" Another one asked her, [b "Where do you stand? Do you stand with Mother?"]]

[font "Century Gothic" Hikari blinked. [i [b "Please, my children,"]] Mother's voice had echoed.]
[font "Century Gothic" [b [#473C8B "I...Yes,"]] she breathed, sending frost into the eyebrows of the wolf-head.]

[i A paltry attempt to get back into writing.]
  SnowJin / 2y 237d 17h 6m 29s
[b [u Japanese Names]]

Mizuki - Beautiful Moon.
Momoe - A hundred blessings.
Moriko - Forest child.
Natsuko - summer child.
Ran - Lily.
Rei - Bell, Nothing, Spirit.
Ren - Water lily.
Rin - Cold, dignified.
Shiori- Poem, Weave.
Suzu - Bell.
Takara - Treasure.
Tamiko - Child of the people.
Teruko - Shining child.
Tsukiko - Moon child.
  SnowJin / 2y 294d 18h 52m 28s
#473C8B [#473C8B Slateblue 4.]
#191970 [#191970 Midnight blue.]
#3D59AB [#3D59AB Cobalt. I don't quite know how to pronounce this.]

#A2B5CD [#A2B5CD Alright, supposed to be studying.]
[#104E8B Damn, I skipped lunch today.]
[#00C78C I think I'm going to die. And I think I should be drunk. And I think it will be a]
[#2E8B57 goddamn]
[#808069 Waste of a broken child.]

[#EE9A00 [b Why can't I be a warm, loving color?]]

[#00688B [b Just breathing here.]] [#00688B
[#68838B [b Distressed. I think that was the word.]] [#68838B
[#008080 [b Whose brains hurt more?]] [#008080
[#CD3700 [b Danger in the dark.]] [#CD3700
[#8B2323 [b Makes me think of burning bricks.]] [#8B2323
[#545454 [b Too endless.]] [#545454
  SnowJin / 2y 294d 18h 55m 48s
[i [b There were witches in this land. Of the most potent magic. They held the world's evolution in their hands - or so they would have liked to think. If one could ignore the dragons and sorcerors, maybe. But these women kept themselves away in swamps. Coming out occasionally only to mate with some unsuspecting male, to continue the line of existence.]]
[center [b So catch one, to fulfill your dreams.]] [center [b Catch one, to heal a hurt,]] [center [b bring back a memory,]] [center [b revive an opportunity lost in time.]]
[b [i But you know these witches would never willingly be bound. You know these witches were never yours to control. The secret to catching a witch? Well, you're about to find out.]]
  SnowJin / 2y 294d 18h 57m 20s
[i I am dying.]

[i Reaching out across the dream-fabric that separates our world, I brush your thoughts. Stirring dreams that slip past reality's grasp, forming memories. They are false.]
[i But you think it real.]

[i Child, you think it real. Ah, beautiful innocence. I hope, at least, that my existence leaves an imprint somewhere - even if on you, human youngling that may never know my world! It is enough.]

[i Years past, and I am still dying.]
[i It is amusing, how slow we die. Death is a far away nightmare, softly stepping closer with each passing moment. It blankets it's echoes so well, that we are quite at ease until its shadow stands right beide the window.]

[i Child, do you still remember my name? My colour, branches and iris? The song of my soul, and words that would open up my vast world to your untainted eyes?]
[i But you are a child no longer.]

[i And now, as I look sadly through the veil, I wish to draw you into these dreams instead, to draw you away from that corrupted world into mine - to enrage the gods and initiate chaos.]

[i I want to show you beauty, at the consequence of my life.]

[center [b Wide Eyes.]]
  SnowJin / 3y 76d 13h 1m 33s
#473C8B [#473C8B Slateblue 4.]
#191970 [#191970 Midnight blue.]
#3D59AB [#3D59AB Cobalt. I don't quite know how to pronounce this.]

#A2B5CD [#A2B5CD Alright, supposed to be studying.]
[#104E8B Damn, I skipped lunch today.]
[#00C78C I think I'm going to die. And I think I should be drunk. And I think it will be a]
[#2E8B57 goddamn]
[#808069 Waste of a broken child.]

[#EE9A00 [b Why can't I be a warm, loving color?]]
  SnowJin / 3y 76d 13h 3m 49s
[b Bio for Fairylights.]
Or what I've got so far, anyways. XD

Age: [i When you died, of course. Or at least appearance, if your character is not meant to remember his/her age.]
Type: [i Type of 'ghost'. Was gonna call it Rank, but it doesn't seem to fit.]
Others: [i Anything else you want to add on here. Like a possible token your character already has, or some oddity that the others should be aware of, like a habit or a fav phrase. Maybe even a trigger.]
  SnowJin / 3y 76d 13h 48m 26s
[center [pic http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc406/haylee_angelaiine/bokeh.png]] [center [font "Juice ITC" [size20 The Lights.]]]
Its what they see - lights that wink in and out of sight. Mostly at night. First worried, then curious as they realize its something only they can see..yet it is not a condition in any books you can find. Pay too much attention, bring it to the attention of someone who doesn't know anything about these lights - and they disappear. Some paranoid ones have gone for checkups. The doctors found nothing.
Half of them expected [i that] to happen.

A little fed-up, they follow the lights. Sometimes it leads them to odd places, and they find a piece of jewellery, something that didn't fit into the puzzle of the abandoned hospital, mansion, school hall. What are these tokens you pick up?
And every time you picked up something..
It triggered a big event. Be it a competition, a show of love from a person you thought never really valued you, snow coming early - [i are these tokens good luck charms, or signs?]
They feel like tickets. Tickets to a world..
You receive a fragment of a piece of paper one day, that clears a few things up, muddles the rest of you, and burns the curiosity in your minds.

Somewhere in the shadows, I am watching.
Are you about to begin your journey then, my heart's desire?
For so long I've thrown clues at you, hoping - ah, why aren't you more..impulsive?
The world sings to you - its laws stop me from reaching you directly - and I've waited for so long. Come..come..to my world..
I've been waiting.
  SnowJin / 3y 76d 13h 49m 54s
The sounds of screaming exhiliration, shouts of laughter had long faded from the rusty skeletons of the carnival. It had once been famous, at the height of its sparkling splendour - years ago.
Now torn pieces of shimmery paper blew ragtag through the concrete legs of a ride, over the broken porcelain head of a horse, trailing gently against the mythical carvings that marked the House of Horror..Dancing, dancing.

And when the sun pulled the last dregs of distorted shadows down into the edge of the land, the moon rose to fix its mournful glare over the chipped, rusty gates that mocked its own name with wheezy, creaky laughter.

[center [b Welcome to Fairylights' Carnival]]

But the night does not stay silent for long. First there are glimpses of [i something] moving across the empty flat ground. Then the smell of warm, golden popcorn wafts towards the air. Wisps soon drift from little corners - from inside the control box of the Winzy Whirly, from a cracked, dotted mirror in the Maze of Twisting Reflections, and even one from our familiar, trademark Mad Hatter's Cup.

Wisps soon fill out, forming identifiable shapes - a hand, long drifting hair, knobbly knees and beefy arms. Humanoid shapes.

Welcome to our favourite haunting.

In the moonlight, we appear shimmery, like the winking lights of fireflies, except more stable, like a glow-worm. Those of us who shine the most, are the ones filled with Essence - memories, emotions, basically, what you call being 'human'. The ones that don't shine at all..mostly don't stay long. They are the ones that have lost everything - how they died, what their names are, who they called family, if they even had family. And those in this state mostly disappear after a week or two. If you stay, you'd be better off gone, in my opinion. You'll be nothing but a drooling, empty shell. Sometimes, I see a patch of hope or memory in one or two of these poor souls, but then the light disappears soon after, most of the time, because its hard for them to keep track of anything anymore.

All of us shiny souls are what we commonly refer to as Soul-Shattered. Shortened to SoulS. Somehow, we've gotten stuck in this abandoned piece of crap, and we spend most of our wandering nights wondering How, Why, and What. Though, of course, the Questions soon lose their importance, and we spend the rest of the night annoying the hell out of each other.
Our main goal is to [b remember.]
So somehow, a system of sorts has been constructed.
Every year, arrivals of new Soul-Shattered are scattered throughout the months. We don't get many, but when we do, most of us who are still sane explain the rules, and try to intergrate these newbies into our endless fun ride.

Its like this:
When you first arrive, you are assessed by the Gatekeepers - these are the ones who have the most Essence among us. They're easily identifiable - they're the ones that glow the most.
Gatekeepers will then put you into categories, and these are: Glow-Worm, Sane, Scattered, and Retard. Glow-Worm's the best, of course. You'd be a potential Gatekeeper. Sane are second after that. Your glow is healthy, but you can't remember everything that happened in your life - most of the time, its how you died. Scattered are worse off, as you can probably guess by now. These people have potholes in their memory lane - forgotten relatives, place of residence, how they died, their age, what school they attended, their favourite color.
But better a Scattered than a [b Mumbler]. Mumblers [s Retards] have forgotten everything except one or two things. I've never seen a Retard with more than five bits of things to distinguish himself or herself from the rest of the mass of people. Sometimes its a name, sometimes its a smell. Depends. Retards don't speak much. Some of them have forgotten how to speak. How to listen or understand others. Basic interaction skills. But they learn again, through intense care from some of the more important Glow-Worms or Sane ones. Those of us who care enough, anyways.

No one ever starts out as a Shell. Though you'll find that Retards are the ones most likely to drift into this state far quicker than the rest of us. But yeah. All of us fear turning into a mindless Shell. If you think too much about it though, it'll consume you quicker than quicksand. Best to keep thinking about your past life, even though its past. Of course, new memories can be created. But somehow most of us have come to the conclusion that holding on to our memories of when we were alive will get us out of here quicker. 'Cause it helps answer the Questions, you see.
So, main thing to remember here: Don't think too much about becoming a Shell.

Once put into your respectable categories - [i yeah, really respectable. I think a fifteen year old bookworm came up with these names] - you get paired up with someone else. The Glow-Worms never end up with another Glow-Worm. You get paired up with a Scattered or Retard. Why? Because we believe in community love. [i Hahahha.]
Sanes can be paired up with any of these categories. Cuz you don't need lots of maintenance or help, and you can help Retards and Shattered. Sane-Sane pairings are common enough though.
Shattered - always with a Glow-Worm or Sane. Though if we don't happen to have a healthy number of either of these categories, you could be paired up with a Retard. Good luck with remembering. Desperation helps.
Wrecked - Never never, even when we have a starved amount of Glow-Worms or Sanes, are these paired up with another of their kind. A Shell is depressing, even if they disappear after a while. Those who are still around will remember. And we're not [i all] that selfish as to leave you to your pathetic drooling and frustrated attempts to remember. Mostly paired with Glow-Worms, though some get the Sanes. Being a Wrecked means you get special attention - from Gatekeepers, mostly.
Shells - These are mostly left alone. It takes a [i whole] lot of dedication and twenty-four-seven interaction for a few months to bring back anything when SoulS are this far gone. But some try. Some fail, and become Shells themselves from all the distraught they pile onto themselves. Most of us are just disgusted and afraid, to be honest. No one wants to be a Shell, and it feels like a very infectious disease.

Gatekeepers - Though these Glow-Worms are already paired up with another SoulS, they have extra duties. And better privileges, of course. These are the ones that give special attention to Wreckeds, and occasionally, Shells. They try to help with the remembering, sometimes giving them a tour round the carnival to see if it jolts any memory, random stuff. Everything ranging from anything can come into play here - martial arts, how to play the guitar, how to break your guitar quietly, how to sneak out of the house, origami, cooking, dancing, maths, phobias, animals..
Anything to jolt a memory.
Gatekeepers are also a sort of authorative figure. Though you don't govern us, to be honest. Assessing newbies has pretty much got your hands full, and rules like don't kill, don't lie, don't steal is pretty much useless here. Senior Gatekeepers are seen as one with most experience and knowledge though, so it could be said that they are looked up to.

These are items that SoulS brought over with them - things that [i died] with them, I think. A piece of ribbon, a book, a clock, one stinky sock - you name it, I think we've seen it. One lucky chap brought a flute with him, and gosh, wouldn't you know the amount of owls he attracted.
If you have a token, you will hold on to your memory and sanity a whole lot longer than those who don't. I'll say this - most of us [i do] have tokens. But you can misplace it, lose it, or destroy it - just as easily as you could break your favourite pen, forget where you put your watch, or leave your car keys in a coffee shop. And its funny -[i not really]- how many SoulS do that.

Its all starting to sound like a game, yeah?
But reality is, we're all forced to play this game for a long time. Its like being thrown into a video game without knowing which keys make you move, the rules, or what happens if you meet a pokemon.
Its not as morbid as I make it sound though. You're not completely alone, for one. And the rides work for us. There's an endless supply of popcorn and hotdogs. Some tidbits for the health nuts.
  SnowJin / 3y 76d 13h 54m 20s

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