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I think three challenges may have been a bit overkill if the number of contributions are anything to go by. So maybe one challenge for the Holiday Season? I could certainly volunteer some ideas!
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Challenge 25: Quick Halloween Challenge #3: "Scare Me"
Aura replied to IsabellaRose's topic in Tell Me a Story's Challenges
Img src: NoriZC (Pixiv) What if you could see the strings that pulled you along? The threads of those who control you, that hoist you to your feet every morning, but force you to act against your will. Do you believe you do not have these threads? Do you believe you forge your own path? You answer to no one? Stand in front of this mirror and see for yourself. This mirror reflects not the light of our world, but the truth that light keeps hidden. Where you would expect to see a mature woman who has triumphed over all challenges that have come her way, the truth you already know is one you will be frightened to see before you. You will see yourself as but a puppet in a stage play. A cute, marketable little girl. Cute and marketable, but tired. So very tired. There will be no smile on your face and you will have no energy to even stand on your own. You claim you value freedom yet you know the moment those strings would be cut, you would collapse motionless to the floor. These things you claim you hate are your only reason to move at all. That is what frightens most people. Perhaps worst of all, you will see that your own movements are pulling the strings of others below you. Faceless figures you could never identify who are affected by every decision you don't even truly get to make yourself. That is what frightens most others. There is no need to be afraid, however. This is merely what it means to be human. It is not because you're a woman, or because you're young, or you're inexperienced, or you've trusted the wrong people. Just as you are ignorant of the ways your inability to take control affects others, so, too, are those above you. It's a complex web of control humanity has weaved for itself as a defense against our own insecurities. We love to take credit for our triumphs but make excuses for our shortcomings, rarely do we defer credit for our triumphs or wholly admit to our faults, even the most honest of us. A skilled puppeteer will distract its audience from the strings no matter how obvious they are. Just who controls these strings of yours? Who do you allow to speak over your life? Is it your father? Your mother? Perhaps you've been abused, traumatized, neglected. It isn't the puppet that gets to choose what carries them, only the one who owns that puppet. It may be your creator, you may have been handed to another by your creator, or perhaps someone has even taken you from your creator. More likely, and more accurately, it isn't even one person. Two, ten, thousands, even. Everyone with their own goals and agendas and expectations of you. Your boss, your teacher, your partner, your ex lover... And you have no say in the matter. You never even knew you were being controlled. You never allowed yourself to notice. But that is precisely why I am showing you these things. Look at yourself. See how miserable you really are. You want to resist, to fight, but you know you can't. You are a victim like everyone else. A slave to one you don't even know. You haven't even noticed, that since you've entered this room, I've seized control of it all. I couldn't care less about your beauty. I couldn't care less about your freedom. I couldn't care less about your happiness. But as I pull this string here and you lift your hand in response... ho ho, oh, what a perfect look in those beautiful eyes of yours. That is what I care about. Perhaps you've had your doubts about everything I've said, but this is proof, is it not? Perhaps I should lift your other arm and place it over your mouth as you gasp in horror at your own body's betrayal~ But I've already told you, sweet girl, you were never in control at all. Fate has merely delivered your strings into my hands. You now belong to me and you will join my show. How you think or feel about that is your choice, but I will happily relish in the despair of your helplessness. My, the light really does make you look so pretty... you will make such a lovely damsel in distress. Only time will tell if a hero decides to come and take your strings away from me. But until then, you belong to me. Now show me your bow. -
It wouldn't be any fun to write with someone who doesn't want to rp. I think you should leave it to your own whims. There's nothing stopping you from shooting a message to anyone in particular you might have in mind, too~
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Challenge 24: Quick Halloween Challenge #2: "In Costume"
Aura replied to IsabellaRose's topic in Tell Me a Story's Challenges
Forgiven I try my best to be pure. I try my best to be good. I try my best to align with my Lord. I am not of this world of temptation, so it's only natural that I feel out of place and that I'm dirtied by such impure thoughts. That the corruption of this world would creep into my mind and bring light to ideas that are best kept in the shadows... But it was Halloween and I was supposed to dress up like a monster, right? Surely no fault would be had to dress like this. It's just some plastic horns, so it's not like I'm making a statement or anything. Being a woman of God even dressed like this, surely I can reach those who don't know Him and spread his grace through loving care. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I hate the "pure". I try my best to avoid them. I rebel against God at every opportunity. The only thing I know is this world of the flesh, so it's only natural that I would feel right at home using others and being used myself. That the wonders of this world would seize my heart and hide away all those things that used to bother me... But it was Halloween and I was supposed to dress up like a monster, right? Surely some fun would be had dressing like this. It may be a plastic halo, but I'm definitely sending a message. Being a rebel against God dressed like this, surely I can catch those hypocrites in their tracks and show them how to really live. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Our eyes met from across the room and something clicked. Her halo really brought together her whole look. I thought she was beautiful. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and grew embarrassed whenever our eyes met. I felt ashamed... it was the first time I'd ever sinned against my Lord in this way... ~~~~~~~~~~~ Our eyes met from across the room and something clicked. She looked so nervous and out of place. I thought she was cute. I adored the way she immediately looked away every time our eyes met, so I looked at her as much as I could. I felt aroused... it was the first time I'd ever had such an obvious opportunity... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx As she approached, my heart raced and my mouth turned dry... perhaps it was the way I dressed that made her so bold... perhaps she thought I was just... that kind of girl. Maybe... just this once... I could act now and be forgiven later... ~~~~xxxx~~~~ As I approached, my heart raced with excitement... I knew that look from so many other girls... perhaps she thought she was just... dirty. Maybe... just this once... I could teach her and change her forever... xxxxxx~~~~xxxxxx When she reached me, no words needed to be spoken. Before I knew it, my hand was in hers and I was against the wall. Contrasting with her angelic appearance, she had a lustful smile across her face and it left me aroused. I could tell she was no lover of God. There was no way I could resist. And when her lips met mine, my heart burst with excitement. It was wrong, but why did it feel so right? ~~xx~~xx~~xx~~ When I reached her, no words needed to be spoken. Before I knew it, her hand was in mine and she was against the wall. Contrasting with her demonic appearance, she was nervous and afraid. I could tell she was just another innocent Christian. There was no way I could resist. And when my lips met hers, I felt her whole world change and it only aroused me even more. It was right, so why would she believe otherwise? xx~~xx~~xx~~xx I could teach her. I could show her. As our tongues intertwined, I'd realized how far this had gone. And at no point was I ever ready to stop. I couldn't understand why, or why I felt no conviction... maybe I just didn't want to. Maybe it wasn't actually sinful at all? Maybe I had everything wrong all this time... maybe I truly was a lover of women. As our tongues intertwined, I'd realized how far this had gone. And at no point did I ever have the intention to stop. I didn't want to. This wasn't wrong at all. I knew it from the very beginning. This girl had no idea who she really was. All I wanted was to be hers. She was mine, and that was all I wanted. ~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~ And then I stopped. I looked at that demon, I looked at that angel and I finally understood. I didn't have to be ashamed of being a sinner. And I didn't have to hate the hypocrites. I was a lesbian and that didn't make me a demon. I was a Christian, and that didn't make me an angel. I just smiled to myself. It was all so silly. It didn't make any more sense than it did before, but it didn't matter to me anymore, either. Neither of them were just a fantasy. This was just who I was. I rose to my feet and decided to put both the halo and the horns on at once. An angel tainted by sin, and a demon finding peace. I didn't need to ask for forgiveness, Jesus had already given that to me long ago. The only one who had yet to forgive me was myself. And it was finally time. I looked at that demon and that angel and I spoke. "I'm sorry. I forgive you. I love you." -
I kinda worried about that, figured it was residue from the auction idea. Don't forget your own interests and boundaries are important in the exchange!
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Img src: 酒渍猫 (Pixiv) Tricked and Treated It was just supposed to be one night. I don't even dress like this normally. I let my friends convince me it was finally time to start letting loose. It was Halloween, there was a party coming up, and it had been a while since I'd put myself out there. Ever since I'd left my ex I hadn't really felt up to much. I decided to dress up cute, tight, and sexy. I always shrugged off the idea of dressing slutty for Halloween, but I never thought I'd enjoy it so much! After picking out these clothes and feeling those stockings tightening around my thighs, the bikini-style bra pulling on my breasts... it was uncomfortable, but thrilling, albeit rather embarrassing, to have my body both restrained by the clothing and perfectly framed for viewing pleasure. I was sure nobody would even recognize me--that just might be exactly what I need to feel comfortable letting go of myself just a little bit more. I pulled a cardigan over my chest for some degree of modesty, though making sure my cleavage was on display, and just one last touch, I added collar with a cat bell and cute cat ears, and a tail. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and smiled. For the first time in years--I truly felt sexy. When I got to the party, things were pretty much as I expected from a college Halloween frat party. Everyone was in costume dancing, playing games, getting drunk, chatting, hooking up... But it was the first time I'd ever experienced turning heads when I entered the room and, immediately, my anxiety started acting up again. I clenched my cardigan tighter and all the confidence I'd built up getting dressed had all disappeared and that timid little girl once again took over as I just stood in awkward silence, blushing ablaze as I watched boys and girls alike whispering to each other and laughing after looking at me. I wasn't sure how I really expected to feel, but this wasn't it. Maybe I should just leave... but as I went to leave, a felt a hand gently press against the small of my back. It was a woman with red demonic horns and impressive makeup that looked as though it was glowing--and the woman peered hungrily down at me over her perky breasts with areola only barely covered by the embers of a fiery red dress. There was something intense about her look. She didn't just adore me, but it was like I was caught in her trap. I couldn't find anyw ords and must've been looking like a total idiot, but she drunk up every detail of my expression. "You look lovely, darling~" Her voice finally broke the silence between us. Although it was a gentle whisper, I could hear it clearly in spite of the high volume of the room. I was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, but she soon fit a glass of some sort of alcohol into my hands. "Drink and I'll take all your worries from that pretty little head of yours." There was no way I could possibly be prepared for what was to come. As the liquid passed my lips, the bitter taste was repulsive, it didn't taste like any sort of wine I'd ever tasted. But the effects were almost instant. I felt my body heat up and my vision went into a haze. I felt a hot finger on my forehead and my whole mind went blank. Every part of my body became immensely sensitive, and it took me several moments to realize my costume wasn't just a costume anymore--the ears, the tail... they weren't just attachments to my clothes anymore. They were real extensions of my body! The lady in the demon costume wasn't in front of me anymore, either... 'Costume? What Costume?' The thoughts belonged to a foreign voice and taunted me. I was frightened before I quickly realized I no longer had full control over my own mind. I felt a powerful urge to strip, to touch myself, so many depraved images flashed through my mind. I tried to resist, but... 'You just go to sleep for a little while, darling. I told you I'd take all your worries, I just decided to take a little more while I'm here~ I just have a little setup to do...' and with that, I was pushed out of my own head. I lost consciousness but could feel my body moving on its own. Yet I wasn't afraid. The more I felt my mind drift off into the abyss of nothingness, the more I realized I had never felt more relaxed than ever before. 'yes... mistress...' were the only words I could think, on repeat, over and over... I didn't know how long I was out, but those words had been programmed into my head. When I awoke, I was in a cloud of lust. I couldn't see a thing--had she made me blind? Was I in a dark place? My cardigan was slid down my body, completely exposing my breasts. I could feel a cold wind over my skin... was I... outside...? I tried to move my hands, but they were handcuffed behind my back. My body was trembling from the conflict of the external chill and internal fever, I could feel my wetness running down my thighs, I was drooling... 'Now. Walk.' The voice spoke again into my head. 'yes, mistress...' my own internal voice was much smaller. And with every step of my new adventure, my heart raced faster. And the invading thoughts of the demon only made me realize one final truth: This Halloween party would never end for me. I should be afraid... but something inside of me... something besides that foreign voice, assured me that this is what I've been waiting for all my life. Each step was easier than the last as I found myself trusting the guidance of the voice in my head. Giving up my body and mind... it was her trick and my treat. 'Thank you, mistress...'
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I'm not sure if using an image ref for a rapid-fire challenge like this is in the spirit or not, but it's how I like to write! If it's a problem, I suppose I can cut the image out of the actual entry.
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The challenge looks interesting! But my creative attention has been pretty divided recently between personal projects and job hunting. It's a bit sad to sit it out.
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I wasn't sure if I would make it to this challenge, and I'm also not sure if my direction will go over well, but this subject really made me want to try something other than erotic writing. I wanted to go for a more direct horror experience and I thought of some fun wordplay that could be used to that effect. Something to play with the anxieties surrounding important but inconsistently detailed instructions.
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Challenge 20: The Night the Power Went Out
Aura replied to IsabellaRose's topic in Tell Me a Story's Challenges
img src: wallpaperflare.com New Blood, We are glad to see you have heeded our instructions so far, and to come alone to this place. By now you must know that there is no turning from us, as you have, and will have, seen far too much for us to allow you to leave this place as you have come. But fear not, for as you come to join us, so, too, have we come to join you. Know that, though you come alone, you shall depart as one of us, and we will be made me. All will be as one, and all will be good and right once again. Lay down your misgivings and step inside. Inside, you will find a dark, empty room. It is not empty. You must heed these instructions very carefully. If you are untrusting of our guidance, then your suffering in this world shall be great, and your suffering in the next even greater. Heed this warning, as it is not out of malice, but love, that I do not wish such a fate upon you. There will be a foul odor within the room. Keep your breathing steady and do not ingest too much of the air at a time, lest your insides be tainted by the odor of sinners past. As you step into the room, it is important that you walk in a straight line with your eyes straight ahead. Do not look to the left or the right or you shall be met with a pair of eyes and provoke the beast. Do not step to the left or the right or you may step on His tail. If His talons reach you, your life is forfeit and your cries will fill this room. Minutes will pass in hours and hours in days. I shall reclaim your body and deliver a sacrifice to atone for your sins. When you step, place your left heel to your right toe, and then your right heel to your left toe. Do this until you have stepped 30 steps into the darkness. Do not linger too long or He will grow impatient. If you feel His hand on the back of your neck, you are testing His patience. Do not show fear to the Beast or He shall pull you into His domain. You shall never return. If you feel His hand, steady your breathing and continue stepping forward. Once you have stepped 30 steps into the room, do not look back as the light from the entrance disappears. Reach your hand forward and you will feel a chair facing away from you. You must sit in this chair, but do not step to the left or right to get around. Remove your garments and place them on the ground to your right, be careful not to place them too far to avoid angering Him. It is crucial that your body is bare save for the amulet you have been gifted and have not opened. As you step to sit in the chair, ensure that your feet only touch the garments you’ve laid down that they are not tainted by the Beast’s curse. As you step on your clothes, the ground will squish and your body will begin to sink. Do not keep your weight on one point for too long and quickly make your way to the chair. Do not allow the mire to touch any part of your body, or He will remove that part as it shall no longer be pure. The mire may soak through your clothes, so it is important to perform this step quickly. As you sit in the chair, you will feel fur and the touch of claws from the armrest. This is not the Beast, but all the same you must remain calm. Do not make any sudden movements or the creature will bite you and you will drown in the mire. Keep your feet firmly on the ground in front of you. Again I remind you, do not look to your left or right or you shall see His eyes and provoke Him. Lay your arms firmly on the rest and turn your left palm upward and bend a finger toward the center of your palm. Pray that He is merciful on you. If it feels any sense of doubt from you, it shall take that finger. Do not scream or you will anger the Beast. The removal of the finger will be painful only briefly, but the pain the Beast can offer is eternal. Count yourself lucky and steady your breathing. Focus on your resolve and present another finger. Do not fail five times or you will be unable to continue. Do not present your right palm or It will be insulted. Make no attempt to leave the chair as it can only mean you have not forsaken yourself. Remain seated until your death, as it shall be a much more blessed fate than your fate at the hands of the Beast. You will know you have satisfied the creature when you feel it crawl on your arm and across the back of your neck. You will hear a hiss in your ear. At this point, using your right hand, open the amulet you are wearing and place the morsel inside into your mouth. Do not be alarmed as it squirms or by its bitter taste, it will not poison or injure you. Do not chew the morsel or swallow, lest your mouth will be filled with mire and your tongue and teeth be taken. Be patient and allow the morsel to crawl down your mouth willingly. This should not take long as it is attracted to the smell of death. By the time you feel the morsel stop moving inside of you, your eyes may begin to adjust to the dark. The moment you see movement in front of you, close your eyes as the Beast is now in front of you. While the beast is in front of you, recite the following mantra: “I have forsaken myself. I am nothing alone, but everything when I am One. We shall become Me. And I shall become You. I have no name, I have no family. My sole identity is to be One, and I shall serve the lord of One. I dedicate my mind, my flesh, and my soul to the lord of One. I am free. Free from shame, free from failure, and free from hatred. I shall love myself as I am One and I shall never hate another. And I shall love my lord over all. Thank you for this opportunity, and please accept my offering.” Remove the amulet from your neck and hold it out with your right hand. The creature will select a body part and remove it as an offering. Remember your resolve and do not scream. Know that you have followed our instructions, you have no more ties to the world before. You have severed your bank account, you have destroyed your land, you have ended your marriage, you've forgone your children, abandoned your work, your parents and siblings and friends alike. And now you have forsaken your own name. There is no you. You died the moment you set foot in here. If you have successfully reached this point, you are now Me. You are One. You were small, but I am so much bigger, so much more powerful. And with this body, I shall do so much more. Going forward, I shall sit still and await further instruction. I shall have faith that the powers that be shall come and rescue me from the Beast’s domain. But in the event that they do not come, I shall be troubled as no fate could be crueler for the world has attacked Me, and its hatred of Myself has become to great to bear. I shall have died, My soul has departed and My power has left with it, I will remain in this chair to the day I die with Myself. Glory to My Lord for all eternity. -
I'm wondering if the auction might get more attention if it were played out like a roleplay, with the owner of the character playing out their character actually standing on the block, what's going on in their head, and how they see the situation. It can be a good way for the roleplayer to sell their own character and the way they're likely to play them. Bids could be in-character or out of character (percieved in-universe as anonymous mail-in bids) as well.
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"Phantom Myst" Alissa Bright
Images added to a gallery album owned by Aura in Private Roleplaying Characters
Alissa Bright is a rather unassuming high school girl. Once a far more innocent-minded ally to those around her, she frequently sought to serve her community as charitably as she could. She tried to be as open, honest, and understanding with those around her as possible and would rather spend her time helping others than working to improve her own living conditions. Her family isn't particularly well-off, nor would they be generally be considered poor. She often feels guilty when comparing her own living conditions to those of her less fortunate peers which drove her charitable nature. However, it didn't take long for this charitable nature to become preyed upon by those who sought to manipulate her. For a while, she was blind to these tendencies, shrugging her doubts off as her own selfishness trying to get in the way. But things started to change when she found herself compromising on too many of her personal values. Though she once sought love, she soon fell into the lustful trap of man after man, and even some women, garnering her an unpleasant reputation among her classmates. Not wanting to be known just for her sexual favors, and especially noticing the advances were getting in the way of her focus in other areas of the community, she started to turn down sexual favors at which point she was only met with hostility ultimately culminating in her rape. This traumatic experience has led to a dramatic shift in her view on the world. Though she remains friendly and optimistic on the surface around her peers, she's noticeably more withdrawn and has adopted a far more cynical viewpoint toward the world. After months of steadily growing social isolation, she eventually came to develop a desire to protect others from similar fates to her. This desire led her to form a pact with a mysterious spirit of the night, granting her new alias as a superheroine: "The Moonlit Masquerade -- Phantom Myst" -------------- When Alissa had made up her mind that she wanted to stand up to protect the defenseless, she had no idea how to go about doing so until she was visited by a mysterious kitsune spirit who shared in her plight. The spirit sought to keep the innocent safe by protecting them from the evils of the world. The spirit had the fighting prowess but lacked the intellect to properly wield it. Alissa, as a human, much better understood humanity and could more easily get inside the minds of evildoers in order to figure out how to counter them. Together, the two formed a pact and Alissa's body became the host for the Kitsune spirit, giving rise to the city's new hero: The Midnight Masquerade -- Phantom Myst! While the spirit of the kitsune is active within her, Alissa's pink hair and blue eyes turn a soft midnight purple. She becomes far more skillful in hand-to-hand combat and is even capable of transforming parts of her body into water vapor in order to protect against incoming blows. Her normally rather dismal personality also becomes much more cheeky and confident, though Alissa soon came to understand these traits were not lent from the spirit but rather the freedom of her alias as Phantom Myst has helped her to understand who she truly was all along and consequently assisted her in rebuilding her social life in spite of her trauma with a new outlook. It was a breath of fresh air being able to fight crime and watch predator turn into prey under the thick fog of her mist. She loves to taunt and toy with the criminals she tries to stop, knowing that as long as they don't understand her powers, they can do nothing to hurt her. However, Phantom Myst is anything but invincible. Her spirit can only remain active while her body is bathed in direct moonlight, meaning her powers are entirely useless during the day and mostly useless indoors. In addition, in arid environments, or when she is dehydrated, her mist spreads thin much quicker and she becomes unable to convert her body into water vapor to avoid incoming attacks or move as freely. Because of this, she mostly resorts to fighting in the city streets at night. If she ever has to deal with indoor crimes, she often uses a variety of scare tactics to herd her targets into locations where her powers can be useful. Overcast nights are difficult for her to fight in as partially obscured moonlight weakens her kitsune spirit as well. Alissa is well aware that she is unable to defend herself during the day, so while fighting crime, she takes advantage of her change in hair color to disguise her identity by wearing a kitsune mask she'd purchased at a con to hide her face. This offers the secondary benefit of instilling the fear of God in her ill-informed enemies when they see her ominous inhuman silhouette within her signature cloud of mist. In addition to fighting crime while her powers are active, the thrill of fighting has also encouraged her to practice self defense in her own time in case push comes to shove and she has to fight without her powers. -
Name: Gina Sumpter Age: 17 Sex: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Bio: Gina is a straight-A honors student who has had it drilled into her head from a young age that, as a woman, she has to work extra hard to prove herself capable in a sexist, male-dominant society. She's always placed herself under tremendous stress to succeed in everything she does which has caused her to break down under the pressure several times and ultimately causes her to drop any hobbies she tries to develop, deciding instead all of her efforts are best spent studying. She is dual-enrolled in high school and a local community college and leaves herself little time for socializing. She feels the need to prove once and for all that women are more than capable of not only performing as well as, but even better than any man before. She believes that by succeeding, she can not only prove to men that women should be given the same amount of consideration as men in her field, but inspire other women to follow in her footsteps in other fields of work. Gina is studying to become a surgeon, and has already received many offers for scholarships to promising post-graduate universities, but these only pile on the pressure she feels to never fail and always get perfect scores because she's terrified one slip-up will cause her to get complacent and cause everything to fall apart. During her freshman year of high school, Gina tried to take a Theatre class where she met her only friend Felicia Quinn who tried, but failed, to encourage her to open up. Despite the friendly encouragement of Felicia and the rest of their classmates, she felt humiliated after stumbling through an improv scene and hastily left the class. Even after the fact, Felicia stayed close to her and the two continued to talk whenever they had the chance. In her Sophomore year, she found herself distracted by a longing for intimacy after noticing other students pairing off and the way they would smile and laugh together. She ended up getting some lines mixed up in her notes which ultimately led to her getting a B on an AP history test. Even though the grade was still solid, she'd had perfection drilled into her head for so long that she was mortified. When Felicia noticed how badly she was reacting, she forced Gina to take the rest of the day off. Felicia took Gina with her and the two went to a local park where Felicia started to play some songs for Gina. Between Felicia's music and jokes mixed with the ambience of nature and the setting sun, Gina, for the first time, truly felt connected to another person. It was a truly magical experience for her. Unfortunately, the experience was quickly soured when Felicia was met with what she felt was excessive disapproval from her teachers when she didn't have her homework finished early nor have all the answers prepared for the lecture. She had to double down on twice the amount of work the following night and instantly regretted wasting the entire day with Feliica. Ever since, the two slowly started to drift apart to Felicia's confusion.
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Name: Felicia Quinn Age: 16 Sex: Female Sexuality: Pansexual Bio: Felicia spends most of her time keeping to herself. She doesn't really have a plan for her life and takes each day as it comes. She's a hobbiest musician an has ultimately decided that's probably the direction her career will take her since she feels music just comes naturally to her. She's a fairly emotional teenager who likes to deflect her problems with humor because she believes life is too short to get bogged down in all the details. Anything she can put off for the next day she will if it means another day of just enjoying life and she refuses to buy into any lifestyle that she deems stressful in any way. She holds a naive belief that she can find a way to live a stress-free life in a way nobody else has before by rejecting society's traditional views on work and hustle. While she won't let herself be bogged down in stressful situations, she hates nothing more than anyone needlessly spreading negativity. She won't hesitate to shout at somebody across the room to fuck off and has gotten herself in trouble more times than she can count for it. With her values on stress-free living, it drives her mad to see other people intentionally trying to make another's life more stressful for no reason. She sees stress as a killer and the enemy of humanity and has decided to take up war against it. Metaphorically, of course. Her parents are both alcoholics. Her mother was driven to alcoholism by her father's abusive nature. She and her mother both had to suffer through a lot of misogyny from her father. Felicia's conception was a result of her father impregnating her mother as a means of guilting her into staying in the abusive relationship and forcing her to feel obligated into marrying him due to her religious upbringing. The knowledge of the circumstances of Felicia's birth makes her especially suspect of manipulative people and incredibly suspicious around men. Though she pities her mother's situation, she still can't help but resent her for putting up with her father's cruel treatment for so long. She's never been able to talk sense into the woman who just allows him to treat them both like animals. Felicia herself has been insulted, hit, and even had opportunities sabotaged by her father. Due to having to endure her father's abuse along with her mother's neglect, from a young age she's had to learn to find joy in life by her own means. She avoids her parents most of the time and often makes jokes at their expense to find some sense of humor in her twisted environment. She spends a lot of time playing her acoustic guitar (not pictured) in abandoned buildings or at friend's houses. When she's not in her room or playing her guitar, she's mostly roaming the streets of her hometown. She's learned a lot of street smarts over the years. She's extremely quick to take a suspicious stranger down when they approach her with intent to attack. She's privy to keep valuables secured and she can hold her own in a fair fight. She also knows when to give up and let things go so as not to let things escalate, but mostly avoids any possibility for that to happen. For the most part, though, these things are unlikely to happen as she often befriends most people she meets. She's naturally very charismatic much like her mother supposedly was when she was young. She loves to get to know people and is surprisingly forgiving despite her inability to forgive her parents. She believes they are simply incapable of changing. She follows slightly in her mother's footsteps. She is somewhat religious as she finds the mercy of God to be a source of peace and a means to forgive and forget her own mistakes as well as those of people around her. She wants to one day be able to face her parents peacefully, but she's ultimately lost hope in her ability to communicate with either of them. Her mother just brushes her off and her father only gets angrier. So, she just assumes it's not her place to help them. Unlike her mother, however, she believes strongly in trusting that her path would not involve constant stress and anxiety, or subjecting anyone around her to such a fate. She follows her faith in a unique way to most. She focuses less on abstaining from things she's not supposed to do and more on leaning into God's mercy, understanding, and forgiveness. This pattern of belief often leads her astray, but she doesn't allow herself to be concerned with that. She often rejects the opinions of other Christians in favor of her own personal relationship with God, even when she is in the wrong. And she was certainly anything but clean, as she was no stranger to shoplifting from chain supermarkets and other petty crimes in her younger days, though she was very mindful of who she stole from. And being friendly with so many people meant she was no stranger to drugs and alcohol, either. But she quickly came to realize how badly certain drugs were affecting her and chose to stay away from them, a lingering addiction to cigarettes and alcohol does still tug at her occasionally, especially when hanging out with the wrong crowds. People are often surprised to find out about her faith. She's fascinated by tattoos, she's openly pansexual and regularly flirts with both sexes and she's no stranger to the bedroom, either. She sees sex like a game, a challenge to see who can outlast the other. She usually wins. But she isn't a slut by any means. She has a lot of respect for her body and only puts out to men and women she feels she can trust on a personal level. Among her many friends, one in particular has always stood out to her: Gina Sumpter. Something about the girl intrigued her. She met Gina in her freshman year when they had a Theatre class together. Gina was very quiet, reserved, and a bit nerdy. She always thought her shyness was endearing, especially the way she'd get red-faced and start stuttering when she didn't know what to say next in a scene. But it seemed to bother the girl a lot and she suddenly quit the class. Felicia was concerned when she noticed the girl stop appearing and started to seek her out in the halls and cafeteria. The two started to talk more and she came to understand Gina was very much the opposite of herself. Where Felicia didn't care much at all about things like grades and making mistakes, it seemed to mean the world to Gina. It almost hurt to watch Gina beat herself up so badly over even the smallest of mistakes. The whole issue reached a boiling point their Sophomore Year when she noticed Gina start to break down over something as silly as getting a B on a test. It hurt too much to watch Gina worry herself sick over something so meaningless, so she forced Gina to let go of everything for the rest of the day. She took the girl out for a day of relaxation. They ate together, loitered around some stores, and settled down at a local park where they would share some small talk, mostly Felicia talking to Gina about random things she liked while playing some music on her guitar. The ending of that day was always magical to her. She remembered looking up and seeing Gina smiling at her. It had struck her then how she'd never seen the girl smile before, and how sweet her face looked. That one smile caused feelings to stir in Felicia she'd never experienced before and she quickly developed a crush on her. From that moment, Felicia decided she wanted to fight to protect that smile. Unfortunately, as quickly as it came, it seemed to fade. Suddenly the next day Gina started seeming to avoid her as much as possible. She could never understand why. She'd helped her to feel happy like she'd never felt before. For one day she wasn't a total robot! She knew that smile wasn't fake, so she desperately wracked her brain to try and figure out why in the world Gina would suddenly avoid her so harshly. Who or what was so deeply woven into her head that she couldn't keep pursuing the things that made her happy? Felicia would go on to try and stay close to Gina, who would continue to try her best to ignore her. They would occasionally make small talk, but it just was never the same. Like Gina was always keeping her at arm's reach. It broke her heart not just because of her newfound love for the girl, but because she understood that there was something seriously screwed up going on in Gina's life to mess with her priorities so bad. The girl just went right back to worrying herself sick over due dates, tests, and homework and all Felicia could really do was just accept that she must have a completely different worldview than her. She tried her best to go back to the way her life was before but always kept Gina in her eyes, hoping she could find some opportunity to help her.
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Name: Illiad V'rei Age: 24 Sex: Female Bio: Iliad is one of few survivors of a bloody massacre of her people. The elven kingdom was completely demolished by humans who had assaulted them with vile plagues and curses that drained them of their magic. When she was young, she always wondered why her people never simply made peace with the humans they always seemed so afraid of. She was always told humans were vile, greedy beings who wanted nothing more than to seize total domination of the world. She never fully understood why that was a bad thing. If the whole world was ruled under one people, there would be no more war or fighting and it'd be like everyone was one big family. It made sense in a child's mind, anyway. In her childhood, Iliad was an adventurous young girl. She would often go on explorations through the forests surrounding her kingdom. At one point, she discovered an abandoned human settlement. She would bring her friends there and imagine being a part of human society. They would gather items from the forest and pretend to run stores or play house together. As she matured, she would use this place as a getaway, she had her first kiss and even lost her virginity here to a young elven boy. But when the massacre of her people began and she watched countless men and boys die in vain trying to protect their wives, daughters, mothers, and sisters... only for those very same women to be dragged away screaming and begging in shackles, a battle they stood zero chance of winning from the beginning, she understood all to clearly why peace was never an option. There is nothing Iliad wants to do more than to raise hell on humanity. She would feel no shame in painting the streets of human cities red with the blood of everything that breathes. But she's smart enough to understand that her pure hatred alone isn't enough to win her any battles. She spent many years dawning a hood to cover her distinctive ears and slipping into human cities. She searched high and low for any signs of elven slaves. She searched brothels, towns, private homes, perhaps the largest incident was a time when she completely destroyed a slave auction with cleverly placed explosives. All of this with the intention of liberating her people from the tyrannical clutches of humanity. Unfortunately, any elven slaves have had their magic permanently sealed away with markings across their necks. Without magic, these slaves are nearly incapable of fighting and most completely lack the spirit of rebellion having lost everything they've lived for already. Iliad spends most of her time stealing from the wealthy among the humans to feed the many slaves she's freed and relocated to the abandoned settlement she discovered in her youth. She'd renamed it Ur'ada after the elven word for heart, blood, and life. It would now serve as a refugee village for liberated slaves. Many train to fight without magic. Though they are physically weak, there are a select few willing to fight for revenge alongside Iliad. However, even the strongest of them know they stand no chance if Iliad were to get caught and lose her magic, too.