❥▐ cupid's brew「ooc」

Mmkay. I'll make a character soon. I hope you'll forgive me if I manage to completely derp around in this RP :/

 

Staying:
Noëlle, Bryan, Pierce, Maria, Sophie, Quentin, Elisa, Richie, James,


Going:
Erik, Julius, Aislin, Adrian, Tucker, Sean, Sebastian, Lexi, Stratana, Natalie, Alex, Emalynn


^ Correct any mistakes, please. (Anyone who did not post a preference was put into 'going').

Already said this in the chat, but those of you having characters who claim to know the town may want to reconsider, because they're going to look pretty stupid for not having said anything about it -- considering no one but me actually knows what is there / will happen there.

I don't generally mind stuff like that in some cases, but you really want to check in with me before you give your character knowledge of a new place.

Anyone from the 'going' group who will be around for a bit please tell me. Whoever says something first, I'll PM what the town is like and what's there -- and you'll be responsible for introducing it. Don't ask for the information if you're not going to be around to do it immediately.

 

i'll be here lovely~

 

I'll be here if you need me.

 

can someone bump the thread??

 

Had this in storage forever. Finally, I get to say: They all died. The funny thing is, I want to have a little fun. So here it is, a little bonus non-canon read: [Reader Discretion advised]

Sebastian lurched forward. The gas had taken his lungs and his sense of self away. He looked down upon all the carnage that had once been the going party, and now was the gone party. He chuckled lightly. Normally, seeing so many dead bodies would not content him and make him feel like laughing; rather it would have reviled him. But now... the toxic effects of the gas had change him physically and mentally. He was no longer the young man he once was. He was more twisted, with stark white hair that stood on end, and his eyes had taken a crimson glow at the irises. Stepping methodically, he approached Natalie's mangled corpse locked with a terrified expression that had been her last. Her once sickly sweet eyes bore only tragic "Why"s and Sebastian only grinned an tsked at the unfortunate circumstance.

He took one of his feet, decorated in a worn out suit shoe, and lightly touched Natalie's face with the pad of it. He moved her head by this method while the yellow fog twirled around him in engulfing billows. "Such a sweet girl." He said bittersweetly, as he chuckled. "Did you go and have yourself a lapse of judgement now?" He mocked the corpse further by lowering himself close to the ground and whispered in her useless ear, "This is what you get for trusting those hormonal teenage boys. It's his fault you came here." He began to cackle. The remanent of Sebastian cackled, anyway. So little was left in appearance or personality. He let loose in the cackling, exploding into a maniacal laugh without cessation. "Pity he never did get to try you, my Dear." And the next target of his shoe was from her chest down to her belly button, where he pressed lightly and put his weight right on the spot. He bent over to rest his elbow on the knee of the bent leg in a pose of conquest. "Oh well... to the victors the spoils I suppose..." He chuckled a little more. He bent down... and licked her face. From underneath her jaw to her eyelid, and he slowly savored the taste of her cold, motionless skin. "I'm going to enjoy this..."

It was at that same moment that Sean tried his best to stand, as he stood just above the pair. "I think.. KOFF! You should back away..."

"Oh? And why's that Lucky?" Sebastian prodded at Sean as he leapt to his feet in a sprightly manner. "If you wanna share her, I'm fine by that, but it looks like this lovely midnight air isn't taking to you so well!" And he laughed and laughed.

Sean knew he didn't have much time left. So he offered no one liners as he pulled his arms back, straight out, and clashed them together on a surprised Sebastian's skull. With Sean's prodigious strength, the effect was similar as to a sledgehammer to a watermelon as bits of gooey brain matter and gore splattered around. Sebastian's limp and headless body fell to the ground, as did Sean's only moments after it.

 

Oh dear! It appears there was a bad ending, so in memory and hope for a better future, I created another thing:

Spoiler

That is, after discussing with Jayn, of course. So here we go for them to appear when they get the chance.

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❥Full Name: Torvald Tannhauser​

❥Appearance: ◊​

❥Age: 24​

❥Likes: Marxism ◊ The Proletariat ◊ Working-class individuals ◊ Communism◊ Left-wingPolitics◊Marxist Economic Theory◊Long Speeches◊ Dramatic Flair◊ Revolutions◊Equality◊Fairness◊ Oncology◊Medicine◊Healing Others/First Aid◊◊Human Experimentation◊ Theatre Groups◊ Orchestras◊ Swing Ensembles◊ Dadaist Art◊ Socialist Realism◊ Socialism◊ Acting◊ Masks◊ Black Gloves◊ Combat Boots◊ Ibsen's Plays◊ Opera◊ Fire◊ Trains◊ Children◊ Vegetables◊ Tennis◊ Cats◊ Conducting◊ Playing the trumpet◊ Painting◊ Artsy people◊ Yelling◊ Standing on things​

❥Dislikes: Capitalism◊ Stalinism◊ Maoism◊ Twisting around what "Communism" actually is◊ Moderate Political Beliefs◊ Moderate Opinions◊ Lack of "fire" in one's soul◊ Boring People◊ Cancer◊ Cancer Surgeons◊ The Bourgeoisie◊ Rich People◊ Arrogant People◊ People Who Care Little about Working-class individuals◊ Dogs◊ Silence◊ Paper currency◊ Nationalism◊ Fog◊ Multinational Corporations◊ Hats◊ Bow ties◊ Meat​

❥Weaknesses/Fears: Snakes◊ Spiders◊ Dogs◊ Water◊ Paranoia◊ Swimming◊ Others' deaths◊ His origin◊ His own hypocrisy◊ His identity◊ His weak ability to socialize◊ His potential failure of a working-class revolution◊​

❥Strengths/Talents: Speeches◊ Yelling◊ Acting◊ Good with animals and children◊ Medical prodigy◊ Puzzle-solving ability◊ Abstract thinking◊ Trumpet and conducting◊ Leading others ​

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❥Personality: A larger-than-life, fiery young man who enjoys standing on tables. Torvald's entire character is dictated by the radical, passionate, and revolutionary. A highly eccentric yet talented medical student specializing in cancer, he does not take liberties in letting the world know his extreme political beliefs and his prophecies of society's economic collapse; his voice can be typically heard from meters away, as it appears he is in a perpetual state of yelling, and prone to exclaiming large, hammy speeches. He seems to change around animals and children.​

❥Sexuality: Pansexual​

❥Favorite Color: Socialist Red​

❥Instrument(s): Trumpet (can also conduct orchestras)​

❥Crush?: ---​

❥Cupid's Brew?: No​

❥Availability: Four Days from the table sort of thing.​

❥Other: When he meets new people, he asks them to call him "Tannhauser". To give out his first name is a grave sign of trust.​

... But the anger! Oh, how the blood of a thousand reddened men flowed through his veins at that moment. How the fires of revolution danced in his eyes, and how it drove him towards the sky, like a phoenix reaching the sun. He grabbed the conductor's baton and stood upon the table, looking down at the members of the orchestra below.​

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❝ LET THE BIRDS, FLY AS THEY FLY UPON THE WINGS OF INFAMOUS CALUMNY! BROTHERS, SISTERS, CAST UP YOUR ARMS, WEAPONS OF SOUND, NOISEMAKERS OF THE PROLETARIAT TO CRUSH THE HEAVENS WITH THE FORCE OF A BILLION STRIKES OF THUNDER, SO THAT THE FETID CESSPIT OF THE BOURGEOISIE MAY FOREVER ECHO IN THEIR EARS THE LAST THING THEY HEAR; THE SOUND OF OUR FREEDOM AND EQUALITY! ... ❞​

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❥Full Name: Fatime Cygnette　​

❥Appearance: ⌘​

❥Age: 15​

❥Likes: Books ⌘ Poetry⌘ Reading⌘ Birds⌘ Painting⌘ Sketching⌘ Trees⌘ Big cities⌘ History⌘ Bones⌘ Observing others' relationships⌘ Quotes⌘ Lyrics⌘ Singing⌘ Piano ⌘ Theatre⌘ Rugby⌘ Programming⌘ Silence⌘ Water⌘ Monkeys⌘ Eggs⌘Anonymity⌘ Crowds⌘ Atheism⌘ Minimalism⌘ Philosophy⌘ Monochrome⌘ Impressionist artwork⌘ Chopin's music⌘​

People⌘ Games of chance⌘ Dogs⌘ Fog⌘ Detective shows⌘ Sweet foods⌘ Dresses ⌘ Disorder​

❥Dislikes: Non-readers⌘ People who forsake relationships⌘ Misanthropes⌘ Vegetables⌘ Pastel colours⌘ Rainbows⌘ American Football⌘ Surgery⌘ Staying in one place for a long time⌘ Elaborate artwork⌘ Spanish⌘ Bitter foods⌘ Rain⌘ Her old house⌘ People who talk too much⌘ People who think their opinions are important ⌘Cats ⌘ Swans ​

❥Weaknesses/Fears: Her terrible memory⌘ Cats⌘ Swans⌘ Bright locations⌘ A lack of reading material⌘ A lack of things to quote⌘ Being without her electronic devices⌘ Inability to communicate using her own words​

❥Strengths/Talents: Deep thinker⌘ Extensive knowledge of books⌘ Fairly fit from rugby⌘ Down-to-earth⌘ Childlike wisdom⌘ Extreme determination⌘ Very quiet​

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❥Personality: A greyscale girl, cast in black and white. Fatime is a cunning, quick-witted, mousey individual, who prefers to watch over others from the perspective of an experimenter rather than someone who directly engages in socialization. Although she generally comes off as warm (though at times a bit abrasive too), she is often cryptic and quiet, preferring to watch others tumble over understanding her statements. This is because she does not say a word for herself. Instead, she solely quotes passages from books, poetry, and song lyrics to communicate, amusing herself at the confusion and disorder of others. Because of this, she typically carries around a bag filled with books, along with her e-reader; a device as black-and-white as she is. ​

❥Sexuality: Bisexual​

❥Favorite Color: Black, Grey, White​

❥Instrument(s): Singing voice, piano​

❥Crush?: ---​

❥Cupid's Brew?: Yes​

❥Availability: Four days (same as Torvald)​

❥Other: (I am going to be using a mix of real and fictional books/poetry/etc for her statements)​

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... He looked puzzled, absolutely puzzled at how all of this had happened! Oh no, oh no. She slumped down and helped picked the egg shells off of the muddy ground, but when she turned her gaze towards his bright blue eyes, his bulging, tumescent despair almost rendered him speechless. Almost.​

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"Wh- why does this happen? I- I ... This is the third time this month ..."​

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But that was good enough for her to read his troubled face. She took out a book from her bag; an old, dusty hardcover, and flipped it to the first page.​

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❝ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair ... ❞​

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So I read the RP a little and I think I may have gotten the jist of it...although scold me please if I get anything wrong T^T

❥Full Name: Sasha Tayes
❥Appearance: c:
❥Age: 17
❥Likes: Electro music, video games, candy and sweets, potatoes, computers, casual clothing, cold weather, art, Photoshop, piano, violin, chicken, turtles, sales, huskies, cheesy romance novels/movies/animes, firearms, and magic tricks
❥Dislikes: Gossip, bitter foods, hipsters, overly religious people, anything requiring major physical activity, expensive items, homework, raising her voice, and overly dramatic people (on purpose)
❥Weaknesses/Fears: Bees, socially awkward, lack of confidence, little patience
❥Strengths/Talents: Expert artist/photoshop user, gamer (yis), good debater, can cook better than the average person, passion for music, and a tech geek
❥Personality: Somewhat of an odd girl. Instead of going out, she likes to stay in and stick to her computer and games. She dislikes public interaction mostly due to her socially awkward stance in life, but she longs for it. Most of the times, she is a warm hearted girl, but spends most of her time observing how people interact from afar (this gave her a stalker-like title). After many observations she got curious in romance, but refused to use the Cupid's Brew since it wasn't really "true" love. She's always wearing something very simple or casual most of the time due to her liking simple clothing. Never leaves the house of wherever she is without at least one electronic device.
❥Sexuality: Heterosexual
❥Favorite Color: Teal
❥Instrument(s): Piano, Violin, somewhat with a litle vocal
❥Crush?: Shouta Mikaze
❥Cupid's Brew?: No
❥Availability: UTC - 7. Being a high school student and now going into collage, I'm gonna have a lot of things going on, especially during summer. Weekdays, I'm usually available from 2-9 PM. Weekends, 8 AM - 10 PM though I might have some stuff in between such as work and service at my local church on weekends.
❥Other: Considered a stalker to many people.

 

WAITASEC!
When did Alice Requiem come back to life? Is the entire game reset?

 

I had questioned this too, but I am fairly certain based on what was said at the end of his post that it was a dream... however I really wish it wasn't written in a way that made it seem like his character had returned... just a bit of um, criticism? Next time try and indicate that it is a dream in some way of formatting, OR don't include her banner unless it is black or white or something... if it wasn't for the last part of the post I would have thought it was a character return.

 

I thought she might be alive as well, but Alice died before we came to Bently, so I think it was just Sebastian having a dream -- going off of the end of the post.

 

Accepted.

Accepted.
Could you please elaborate on what you don't understand about how the Cupid's Brew works, so I can help?
Also, there's a limit of how many people can have 'no romantic interest', since that's a bit of the point ... If you don't want to choose yourself, I'll pick for you. Crushes can change during the course of things.

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I'll let you both know when to introduce your characters.

 

Nvm I got the jist of the brew now.

I shall edit my form as I will now do a random pick on which guy shall be her crush (lol yes I'm gonna do a random roll xD)

I also edited my char a little bit on a few things. Nothing too major just caught some spelling errors and stuff as well as her age.

 

i'm sorry but... he's dead. ;o;

 

:l

Whatever then. Just assign me someone random I guess close to her age

 

BTW, Is the day starting from the beginning, or already at the end? because I've already put my character to sleep on the floor.
So if there's any changes, please notify me here, cuz I can't through Skype.

 

Today is a new day. Yesterday was part 4/4 for day 3. We're back on 4 & 1/4. So yes, the beginning of the day.

 

Good. Then I'm right on schedule.

 

Can someone bump for me? PLZ & THNX

 

So like, you know, made the bump and all...