Awaken OOC [M] (Urban Fantasy University RP)

[TheBarbarian]

Rated M for violence, swearing, drug use and scenes of a sensual nature

Setting takes inspiration from Mage: The Awakening and the Cthulhu Mythoses Arkham

Original picture by Alicechan





The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas.
— Andrew Marvell, “The Garden”



A̖̝̯͓͔͖͇̘̲̭̺̬͖̻͉̫̣͚ͩ͊͆͒ͪ̾̊͌͌͐̀ͦ̓͒̐̓̇ͦ ͙͖̰̠̜̩̳̙̩̰̫̟̱͛̈ͬ̀̊͌̉͐̄̋̀ͅW͍̹̼̭̘͖̫̥̠͉̘͕͂ͦͧ̌͛ͦ͂̀̃̈́ͩͅ ̻̲̜ ̮͇̬̱̰̭̳̗͕̲͍̺̠̫ͧ̾ͦͤ̑ͣͤͅA̟̩͉̦͕̟̱͎̤͙̯ͮͨ̾͊ ͖̭̱̙̬̠̜̹̥̙̣̖̲̱͚̞̼̰ͤ̔̓̓̏̏̅͐̆̀̍̈̽̋ͅK̺͕̫̟ͭͦ̋ͩ̔͗͆̅̊ͬͯ͂ ͚̮̗͉͍̝̘̣͚̠͙ ͔̰̞͕̱̥͈͕͙̮͖͇̯̗̮͖̲̩̅̎͗ͣ̋̄̍̿È̱̗̳͖̊̈́͌̐͊̀̓ͣ͋́͆̈͛͆ ͇͈͈ ̗̬̙̦̠͚͙̬̜̲̃̊̾͗̓͆̚N̪̤͓̘͙͖͙͖̜͉̙̹͚̘͛̃̇̍̎͑̐̉ͩͮ͐͂͛ͥ ̳̹͖̺
̣̜̣̤͌ͣ̋̎́̈́͂̈́ͨ́̒̋ͤͫͧ͊͗̂ͨ
̥͈̰̹̜͙͚͕̘͍̻̘̦̗͕̳͚̟̎̓͐̾̆ͥ͗ͧ̆ͯ͒̌̒ͩ͊ͣ̚A̩͖͚͇͉̠͓ͪͨ̋ͨ̂̓́ ̥͕̹̯̬ ̖̖͙̲͍̭͕̭̳̥̠̣͇̯̘̞̺̪̋̔ͤ̽ͨͩͨ͒͒ͮ̔͒ͯ̔̉̏͗͛̔W͈̬͎̒̎͌͋ͩ ̱̤̞ ͚̠̳͕̰̗̦͕̹̘͙̱͓͙̄̿ͦ͌̈Ā̲͍̣̄̾͒̓̉ͥͭ͌͊̓̐̓̍̀͋̉ͅ ̹̦͖͙̭̖̠͍̝͖ͥ͗ͥ̋ͥͮ̽̄̓ͨ͊̾̊͆ͬ͑K̠̞̫͇͉̥͊̾ͫ̏͆̽ͩ͑̚̚ ̝͎̦͙̩̰͔̜̰̘͓̻͎̥͍͓̥̏ͩ͂͊ͭ͋̇̎ͬ͒ͧͧ͂ͣ̅̈́E̺̥͉̼͕ͯ̂́̿ͤ̋ͭ͒ͧͥ̈ ̗͍͔̺̬͍ ̠̜̘̯̙̻̗͓̥͊͑̍͋N̹͚̬̪̬̳ͪ̂ͦ̔
̲̜͈̗̜͎͈̥̺̀̃ͤ̄̎́̈̈̑̐ͣͦ͌ͮͅ
͚̙̬̤̮̙͕̬̭͇̤̮̥̆̇̒͒̊̈́̾̂̈́͆̎̈́ͭͅ
̣͔͔̣̗̼̇̃ͬ̿̈ͣ́̓ͯ̔͑̚A͈̖̰̤̮̹̖̩͋̇͊͒͒ͮ̑̐͂̋̑̂̈́͐ͪ͐ ͖̹͎̗͔̟͔̮̘͕͓͇͈̠̣̟͈̼͈͌̄̒̈̍ͩ̅̐̍̈́̚W͙̥̻̥̞̫̤̏͑̌ͣͨ ̙͙̭̣̥͖͚̤̣̹̖̲̹͎́̔͋́̍̃̆̈ͮͯ̈́Ȃ̘̺̫͈̝̜̘̪̽̋̾̉̆͌͐̇ͣ͌́̈́̿ͅͅ ̝̳̟̹ ̭̙̱̰͌̊̒̏͌̍̂ͣ̐ͧ̚K̫̞͇̘͍̬̣͎͕̞͈̣ͮͫ̅ͥ͂͆̅ͭ ͍̳̙͚͕̘̓̉̓̉̄ͨ̊́̃ͤ̍̋̇ͬ͒E̥̥͕̳̜͇̳̥̦̳̲͖̪͓͆̐̊ͪͮͧ̽ͤ̌͐ ̹̘͕ ̬͙̘̤̦̰͚̘͕̤̣͔͍͚̗̣̳̱͐̎͛̇̍̈́͂̆ͪ͌̌̾̔ͩͤ̏̒̉Ṇ̬̟̱͖̞̬̠͖̅͒ͤ̾ ͚
̠̯͓͎̩̤̦̺̺̦̺̰̰̰͚͚̝ͬ̿͂̍̒̆͑͂̎ͧ͆ͥ͐ͅͅ
̱͉̝̱̯̣̫̬̣̱̪̠͎̳͇͉͈͙ͫͪ͋͒̃̉̒͛̄̉ͣ̾͊ͦ
̜͍͓͍̞ͪͣ̆̊̎̇ͩd̲͎̬̟̜̙̦̮̮̞̥̠͕͚̩͓̈́̀̓ͮͬͬ͊̅̒̉͆ͦ̉ͅrͤ̑̇ͥ̇ͪ ̝͇̪̱̱͈̗̖͕͍͓̦̘ͫ̌̍ͮ̏̍ͅȅ̗̮̤͚͎͈̯͚̠͙̺̩̄̓͆̀ͥͪ͌̊̓̐͋̓̒͊̚a ̙̬̪̠͕̳̳̺̗͇̺̙̍ͥ̿͊̄ͤ̑̎͛m̯̘̬̫̱̪̩̜̟͑̊͊̋ͤͥͪ͊̍̉͂͐͋̐̒̂ͅͅe ̖͔̻̰͖͓̿̃̀͒͗̓̏̿ͧ͋͆ͫ͐ͯ̄ͬ͒̅ȑ̖̣̗̞̺̭̖̰͎͗̐̈ͮ̇ͦ̒̽͑̈̏ ̰͇̖
̯̖͖͆̎͊ͪ̈͊̐ͅC̰͉̠͉̙͙̻̜̱̫̄̇̌ͣ͊ͩ̏̇ͯ̔̃ͭ̾̊̓̓̽̇̚ ̹̠̯̬̫͚͇̀ͨ̀̀͐̓ͩ̆ͪ̓̑͒̿̄̐ͦL͈̠̻̦͉̤̺͉̼̳̰̝̙͚̜̭̹ͥ̾ͤͅ ͇͇̤̟͈̞͉̺̍̏̓͛̈́́̐͒Å̦̼̮̫̣̦͖̏̀̅̏̈ͩͥ̂̏̈́ͤ̒̊ͅ ̱̩̖̭͉̹͈̲̘͈͙̘̙̤̺̰̌̽̓ͤ̈̍ͤ̒ͩ̎̂I̪̙̲̗̟̮̯̫̳ͧ̐̐ͩͦ̔ͪ͂̈́́̀͂ͅ ̬͓̟̙̣̞ ̯̝̯̮͔̼ͪ̅͛̎̓ͬ̓̔͐͆͒̾̓̿̇̂Ḿ̘̹̜͕̮̻̟̩͕̮̰̗̫͌̀̾̄ ͚̻̝̟̼̯͇̺̯̜̝̭͙͇͐̾̇̉͌̾ͫ̌̇̀ͪ̌̊̾ͫ̚Y̲̻̿͗͗̒ͦ͋ͣ̒ͯͪ̅͐̅ͥ͊̒͒ ̬̥ ͖̮͙̖̥̭̥͎͖̞ͫ̎ͦ̃ͬͣ̽͆̆̓̆̑͐ͦ̄O̯̘͕̼̻͎̪͚̬̩̝̱͙̩̒̆͆ͧ̚ͅ ͇̩̙͔̟̲̳̩̟̹̟̻ͪ͗͌̅ͫ̈́͊͑̂ͤ̀ͥ̀U̩͕̦͇͇̖̟̾͒̊̋͗ͦ̏̀̈́ͪ͑̅ͫ̉̈̒ͨ ̜̪ ̪̱̬͎̻͓͎̝̺̟̟͍̩ͨͩ̃ͫͪ̍̑̂̈́͆̂ͬ̊́ͬ́̃ͣ́R̯̮̱̝͆͊̈̾̎̍͒͑̇ͫ̾̋ͨ ̱̣̭̜̮̗̻̘̞̝̯ ̟̯͚̠̳͇̦̩̳͔͓̟͍̖̖̼͇̤̍ͪ͂͌͗̇̔ͩͧ͑̔̒ͣ̓ͮ̍̊̚B̳̤͎͉̞̥̻̙͂ͣ̃̀̄ ̭͙̩̩͕̼̲ͅͅ ͇̱̮͈͖̹̮̥̬̟͙̤̱͉̙̞͔̼̱̐̀̐ͮͭ̐̊ͭ̎͊̐̓̃̆I͍̙̦̭̻̜̹̳̦̫͚̺͓ͬ̓ͦ ̭̪ ̰͙̣͖̘͓̙̱̪̲̪̲͖͉͚͎̑ͣ̎̄̓ͧͤ̇ͭ̐̐ͮ͒ͦR͖͔̺͚̄ͦͨ̈ͪ̅̔͊͒́̀̈́̓ͩ͛ ̯̮̤̣ ̫̳̥̻͉̼̟̥̺̫͕͎̮͉͓̪̂̉̎̋̿̂͒ͩ̂̈̐T̞̫͈̜̫̟̈́̏̾̆̿ͯ̉͌̃ͭ͗ͫ͊̊̀̚ ̟̳͉͖̤̖̟͓ ̹̦͉̠̟͖̭̼͛̐͑ͯͬ̈́̆̾ͪ͋ͩ̔ͧ̈́H̩̖̟̣̝͗ͤ̾̑̉͊̏͒ͨ̄ͮͯ͗͋ͥ ̥͇̹͉̹̠̥̟͈̪͍̊͑̐̌̆͌̋̎̎ͫ̂̿̒R̹͈̣̖̰ͣͩ͊͆ ̺̼̤̯̐̃̋̓̒ͭ̐I̝̩͈̟̥̻̘̲͙̳̍ͦ̇̈́͊ͭ ̱͇̰̮̟͍̬̼͍̙̰̥̪̇̽͌̈́̈̑ͭ̾Ğ̘̱̩̝̻͔̹̫͗̐̋̅̎̆̓̍̔̿ͫ̾ͯ͌ͅ ͓͕ ͖͇̩̩͇̿̇̔̋͋̉H̲̤͎̪̦̣̖̊̈́̍̓ͧͦ̓ͭ̄ͥͩ̌̔ͥͣ̐ ̬̟̞̰̣͔͎̝̭̲͉̭̰̥͕̩̱̤̥ͦ̆ͧ̽̎ͮ̅̑̃T̥̞͙͐ͮ̉̽ͨ̉͑̀ͬ͆͐͒ͦ̚ ̲͖̻̩

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B̵̷̨͔̤̻̑́ͦ̍͑ͨͨ̃̍̊̍ͥ͒͢ ̫̗̼̮ͭͬ̄ͩͦ̔ͣ̈́͑̈́̃̿̓̎͑ͩͥ͗͟E̷̵̱̩͖̮͍̬̟ͮͣ̔̽̋͋͊̇́͢ͅ ̷̴̢͖̳͉͇͙̮̲ͧ͂̋̓̎ͩ͗̀ͬ͋̍̋̇̚͝ͅF̨̘͓͈̩̞̻̘̝͔̏̄̾ͯͪͣ͌̍͋̇̀͡ͅ ̩̯̥̹̰̠͖̖̱ ̠̺̙̺̭͔̐ͥͭͤ̈͗̈ͫͫ̒́̆͗́̈͛͝O̶̧̱̫̤͉̫̪̹͐̒̈́̃̀́͡ͅ ̢̲͉̘̼̫̻̭͎̬̖̱̖̜͈̳͂̾ͥ͊̓͂̄̄̎ͧ̑̋ͯ͘͢Ŗ͓̻̙̋̾̈́͂ͮͧ̀̏ͧ̒̋ͧͭ͜ ͈̩̱̰̝͇͎̝̜ ̶̢̲̞͎̜̪̲̩̣̺̦ͭͪ̌͋̽̀̾̀͡Ȩ̵̾̊̈͋̋̏̉̀͛͛̿̑҉̣̪̦̠̲͔̭͘͞ ͉ ̶ͩ̊̈ͪͭ̂ͩ͊͊̓̒ͬͣ̎̓͒̀̈́̀͏͇̞͙͙̞̻̭͍̦͇̼͇Y̴̴̨̙̖̩̬̋͒ͭͧ͋ ̥̹ ̢̡̫͔̝̩̣̪̥̤̖͕̟̬ͥ͛̽ͦ̃̓̇̌̃͋̌ͭ̓ͩ̑̆ͥ͝͠Ǫ̺̞͕̹͇̫̤͓͐̐̔͗́͟ͅ ̼̬̞͍̫͇͚̮ͅͅ ̧͇̠̝̪̠̼̙̯̮̳̣̫̠̞͉̂̆̽͊̂ͩ̈́͢Ư̶̵̡̧͈͓̹͚͚̖̯̩͕ͭͮͫ̏̈
̴̮̘̪͙̒̐̿ͫ̕
ͬ̑̾͌ͤ͐͏̷̣͇͎̖̞d̵̜͙͎̻̠̍͑ͨ͆͐́r̵̶̪͙̘̙̫̟͙̠̖̘ͪ̀̋ͥ͋̓̊̃́̚ͅ ̠e̴ͯ͂̾͋̽ͯͦ̈́̚͘͡҉̟̺̹̰̦̣̣͎͓͍̟̪͉̱̺͚a̵̢̝͔̳͖̲̣̭̘̹͉͔̖͌̊̊̀ ̩̪ͅm̩̠̪͎̠̱͈͇̜̣ͫ̏ͨ̏̕͟͠ẻ̡̜̜̗͔̠̙̙͋̅̏̒̋ͬ̒̀̍͐̒̒̃̋͋́̕͟ͅ ͓̗̭r̸͈͕̦͓̬͇͔͇̰̙̺̱̲̄͋̊̆ͧ͒͆ͤͩͨͧͪͨ̍͐̐̅̑ͯ͘͠ͅ
̵̧̛̣̖̜̺̯̭͔̜̝̓ͪ̃ͯ̿͒͒ͥͬ͒ͬͨ̿̀͛͒ͦ̽͘
̶̵̢̩̭̥̣͇̻̹̤͒̈̏̉͌ͭ̋͌̋̈̿̐̂̆́͠F͈̳̮̼̞̈́̎̂̆͗̐̍̄ͩ̌̍̊̓͑̕͠͡ ̥̬͙̭̪̫͎̻ ̛͌̓͋̉ͥ̎̿̉̂ͬ̉̽̀͗̇̑ͧ̓̇҉̧̟̦̬͚͕̻̞̮͞Ȧ̵̌̑ͣ̂ͬ͗̏͆͐̇͒̃̉̎̾͑ ͡͠҉͚̤̭̣͖͎̦̞̣ ̸̧̧͍̥̱͎̺͔̳̤̰̹̝̼̯̤ͧͣ͊͆̀̔̇̿̂ͯ̿ͫ̅ͧ͂͗ͭ̍̽̕͞ͅL̵̶̰͚ͩ̉̐̓̕ͅ ̣͍͙̖͕̤ ̢̫͈͉̺̼̙̣̘̙̯̻̼̙̪ͤ̽̓́̽̏̓̎̐ͬ̒ͫ̽͗̿ͨ͊̒̕͜ͅL̈́͋̂͗͒̉̃͋ͪͥ̓ͪ̒ ͔̮̯̬̩̝̮̗̙̖̼̩̮͙̼̳́̇̽́ ̄ͦ͒͑̔ͩ̈́̍ͪ҉͏͏̼̲̙͔̗̗̞͕̫̥̖̫̮̝̹͓̙͍͕̕̕Ȯͮ͊ͭ̆ͭ̑͑̄ͯ̆͐͛̐̀̚ ̵̯̗̜̝̱̲̺̙̬̘͇̻͉̠̻̗̈̍͞ͅ ̸̗̼̱̞̩̘ͪ̊͗ͩͬ͆̔̍͌͊ͦͨ̉ͤ̇ͦ̃̎͝N̥̣͔̝̐̊ͦ̈͂̋̑͌͜͝ ̡̡̝̤̰̼̘͕̞̝̩̒̒͛ͥ̀͌̈ͨ̉̊ͪ̿̇ͧ̿̎͘͟C̒̾̿̑ͯ̓̉̊̊ͨ͊̐ͧ̑̄̀͒̕͏̀ ̳̻̮͇̩͚̯̹̥̳̰̫̙͙͉͙͔ͅ ̴̵̢̛̘̺͈͕̤̰͕̩̩̲͍̹̟͎͔͔̪ͦ̎ͦͦ̿̉̒͑ͮͅÈ̶̶̜͎͓̿ͬ́ ̶̵̛̫̤̮̹̜̬̝̪̦͎͇̘͔̤͈ͦ͌̇̄̀̔̔̓ͭ̄̍̈̇̑̇̌͆͟M͂͋ͬͫ̐̌̆̃ͦ̃ͩ҉͘ ̯̤̣̰̟̞̱̪ ̸̪͚̲̤͕̮͕̗̳̜̫͔͍̱̩̒͛ͫͫ͌̔͊̅̃̔̉͒ͬ͢͠Ȍͬͭͤ̇̈̾̆͋͊̏ͧ͑̎̏̍ͦͯ ̪͔͙̥̜̘̥̲̪̙̲͙͈̙̜̗̰̱̱͜͞ ̋ͨ̿̾͊͌̿͆ͦ̓͊ͭͨ͐҉͢͏͏̖̦̫̘̪R̡̡̦̗̯̥̯̮̺̬̤͑ͥͫ̊̏̇ͤ̓ͦ̐̊̂̒͛̚ ̪̳͎̯͙͍̟̮̜ ̟̟͇̤͍͍̫̼̎ͬͧ̉̀̇̾ͧ̅̋͋̉̌̋̈́̋͑̑͡͝E̜̎̑͋̿ͮ̓ͩ̑̅ͨͧ̾͑ͯͧ͛̊͘̕͠ ͙̙̼͙̻̦͇͍̮̬̞̤̣̼͔̠͎
̷̵̸͙̻̙̹̣ͭ͋͊̓ͪͭ́͝ͅ
̵̍̔̄ͤͩ̿̐ͩ̈̐̒͑͒̋͂ͫ̇ͯ́҉̗̖͉̺̫͓͔s s ʎ q ɐ ǝ ɥ ʇ o ʇ


You wake up.
You can't move.
You can't breath.

The blankets around you seem intent on strangling you.
You want to scream but your mouth won't move.
This is how you die.

A second passes.
Another.

Your muscles come under your control again and you sit up drawing in a panicked breath.
Another.
In...
...Out

The panic begins to recede.
Sleep paralysis.
It has been with you for so long that you would think you would grow used to it.

Yet every time it happens it feels like it's your first.
The dream is always the same too.
Some distant figure calling to you while you fall.

You lay your head on the pillow once more.
After all tomorrow is an important day.
Would not want to sleep in.

s͌ͧͧ͗̽́͐͆̂̿̔̄҉҉͖̻̹̪̯͙̞̩͈͡ͅ ̢̛̫̰̖̪̂͐̐̆̈́͐̽͐͠͡͞l̡̹̻̬̰͓̯͈̱̺̗̥͉̦̭͔ͥ̈́̇ͩͬͨ̎ͮ́͘͡͡ ̲̰ ̧̙̼̟̖̩̮̹͈̹̗̘͈̝͍͔̱̮̭ͭ̄ͤ́̌͗ͫ͐̊ͪ̑ͨ̓̾͋ͫ͑͐͜͠é̽̿ͪ͐̓͊̓̚̚ ̛͎̞̥̱͆̃̔̄ͦͬ͑̕͟ ̸̶̴̨̛̥̣̩̘̟̣̼͕̭͈̹͇̠̖͚̝̻̿̿ͧ̍e̵̛̥͇̔̂̾̃ͦͨͯͪ͒̓̀ͪ̔ͅ ̉̊̽͂͛̎̽͏҉̝͕͖̯̹̙̜͙̤́͢͡ͅp̙͖̼̳͙̟̖̱ͭͩ͊̆͂͋͐̔̈́ͮ̋̅̀̄̽̀ͤ̕͞ ͓̞̟̮̠̖͔͖͖ ͫͦ̂̾̈ͧ̈̀҉̷̢͚̘̼̻͟f̢̡̙̗̩̞̯͉̼̤͎́ͣͥͩ̊ͭ̒ͤͣ̓͞͡ ͭ̉ͤͯͣͮ̍̎̎ͫ̉ͧ͆̂ͯ̊͑̿͡҉̨̨̼̯̣̜͝o̧̧͓̮̎ͮ͂ͩ̾̃̄ͪ̇̊͛̉̃ͨ͌̆̚͢ ̯̮̤̼̟͎̘̯ ̺͖̫̤̬̯̭̥̩̤̟̣̖̮̈̑ͬ̌ͫͨ̊̊ͬ̑̂̎̾͘͝r̵̸̵͇̟̭̃̿̽͒̊͋̄ͫͬ̿͆̔́͜ ̘͈ ̡̮͉͔̱̙̭̗̤̔ͯͬ̓͂̄̋̀́͝ṇ̵̙̪͙͉͇̥̯̗͇͇̬̓ͯ̈́̓̂͒̽̕͡͞ͅͅͅ ̧͕͇͚͖̖͙̥̹͋ͩ̿ͦ̇͌ͥͥ̉̏ͦ̑̾ͬ͑̔ͬ͘͡͠ͅö͑͆́̾͑̉ͩ͊ͩ̅̇̋ͥ͑̂͛ͮ͘ ̧̝̺̳͓̕͢͢ ̛̻̯̱̪͎̫̜͙̻̬̳͖̲̙ͪͥͬ̈ͣ͛̀̈́͘͢͞ͅw͌͋̓͑̆̈̋̓ͬ̌ͨ͐ͬ̿҉̝͈̻͚̠͖̀ ͇̫̝̙̰͎͎̰͕ͅ ̽̀́́ͭ͋ͩ̾̋ͯ̆ͦ̋̇͋͛͡҉̼͈̗̞̪̣͕̫̤̙̼͇͖̰̲̥̲t̅͂̓ͬͧ̾̓̈́̈́̑͗ͦ̋ͩ ̧̟͉̼͖̮̳͍̇͐̏ͮ̇́͘͟ ̢̛̤̱͓̻̘̼͕͖͕̌̓ͨ͒̄̔͆̒̍̾͑͌ͦ́͠h̶ͪͩ͒ͫ̓̊̍̃͒͊̓͋ͮ͏̸̪̥̫ ̻̦̲̱ ̛̬̩̟̟̭̜͈̳̞͌̋͒̈̏͊̀̕͟͠e̡̱̹̙̽ͮͫͯͯͧ̊͊ͩ̊͂̚̚ͅ ̷̧͇͖͉̠̬̥̼̬̝̞̰̤̠̳̑ͧͬ̀̃͗ͣ̒̔̔̄ͪ̾̾͟n̷̸̛͔̫̪̩̮͖̳̟ͩ̇̄̆̄͝ͅ ̩̜̫͕̯̤̟͙̖
̨̡̾ͯ̈ͩ̉̄ͤ͑̇̓̎̋ͭ̇́͊͟͜͏͙̱̰̰̝͙ḑ̴̵̼̫͚̽ͥ̈́̾͑ͨ͐ͮ͂̿̋̃ͬ͒̚͢ ̝͍͕̣r̵̶̨̛͖̹͉͉̩̘̖̖̗̪͚̟͎͔̱̮̂ͯ͊̽̄ͮ́e̴͕̫̪͕͐͊ͩ̃ͥͩ̑̆̾͢͡ͅ ̩̲̱̰͙̳̥̯̞͓̻aͫ̈ͮ̎ͤ̄̽͒̿ͭ̐ͯͯ̇̐͋́̀͏̼̱͈̺̥͈͓̩̺̩̟̳̖͜ͅmͣ̈́̅ ̨̼̩̖̯͕͖̟̻͍̿̓̈͒ͣ̉͂ͭ͒̊̃́̒̚̕͢ē̎̉ͭ̐̒̌͞͏҉̙̺̖͖̯̻͉̗̗̕̕ͅͅ ̭̞͈̝̫͓r̡̢̩͕͓̼̪̟͚͎͎̥͇̉ͧ͐ͤ̿̌̎̐̂͒͑̀̚
̸̴ͥͭ̃̾̄͒͑ͨ̃̂̌ͫ̇̈́̚͏̞̲̭͖̪͚͎͔̟̭d̵̒͗͒ͬ͑̏͋̍ͯͣ̓͘҉̰̲̥̜̦́́ ͎͇͚̪̖̠͈͍̰̠ ̷̸͗ͩ͐̄ͩͮ̽ͯ̔̎ͫ̈́̈͠҉̞̫̳͓͇̭ṟ̡̡͔̠͖̤ͬ̆̽ͥ͗͐̋ͥͮ̉̅͛͌͐ͤ̚̕͜ͅ ̝̗̯̦͈̹ ̩͍̟̘͖͉̟̫ͯ̀ͩ̀͒ͬ̚͞ḙ̷̵̻̭̣̪̦̥̗͓̿̓́̉̍̌ͩͪ͛ͮ͂ͨ̿̚̚ ̸̺̜̙͖̳̭̳̹̮̓̊̓ͫ̑ͩ͐͋̈́͊͂̋̆̔͋͑̌̓a̧̋ͧ̐͒̄̒ͦͦ͆̐̆ͯ̾̉ͫ͂̋͊̀̚ ̪͎̞̳͈͍͕̟̤̦͎̺̝̬̙ ̶̧̨̘̭̫̘̬͍̗̹̦̦̞̰̩̬̭̌̃̋͒̅̊ͤ͗̽͌̔͘ͅm̢̛̪̲͈̑̆͑͊ͬ͑́̉͒̋ͭ͟͞ ̯͎̭̙̻ ̈͊ͯ̈͌̂ͣ͗͏̣͉͔͔̗͝ǫ̣̲̭̩͓̟̹̗̤̥̣̺̘̪ͤͩ̽ͯ͆̿̂̓͂ͫ̆ͩ̕͘͝ ̦̣̟̜ ̵̧͕̭͙̣̰̥͓̠͇͔͙̳͇̯̟̯͗͌͑ͭ͐͌̒ͯ̑ͥ͂̋̑ͬ̚f̷̢̥̤̗̮̫̩͛̀͗̒̔̀͘͢ ̺͙͚̬ ̵̴̷̝͚͍̠̺̘̥̣̣͉͓͈͖͒̃̋̃͢b̡͙̮̝̀̓ͦ̍ͧ̍̎̿͗̈̾ͨ̎͆̓͒̌ͬͥ͟ ̘ͅ ̵̡͉̬͓̯̮̬͍̘͔̫͈̣̻̉̽̔̂͋͋͂̆ͮ̂ͯe̶͗̄̏́ͮ͂̂̂ͪ̀͝͞҉̱̤͖̬̟͔͓̙ͅ ̘̤̻͖͚̗ ̴͎̥̖̗̝͖̲̟̙̟͔̙̬̪͍͓̗̰̙̎̂̊ͯ̒̉͆́̑̈́̈̅̀ͭ͊̈́́̀͜t̐ͧ̉͑͗̾ͫ̂͗̊ ̡̙̦̞̗̹̻͔̺̺̬ͪ̅ͦ͛̐̿̊̀̿̀͜ ̡ͬ̑̑ͮ̓ͥͧͨͥ͏̷̸̶̪̻͕̤̙͇̘͕̰t̡̛̝̰̻̭͇̮̮̅ͩ̇͊̕͠͝ͅ ̵̢̰̖̮̳̦͇̓̉͐̊̑ͦ̔̍͐ͧͤ̾ͥ̒ͭ̇ͧę̶̷͓̬͉̳̤͇̺͗̏͆͂͐̾͑̅ ̸̨̢̳͉͎͚̰̝̺̠͎͋̽͊͛̀ͨ̋ͩ̑̍ͧ̉̀ṟ̷̶̶̹͓̺͋͐͊ͣ̄ͩ͜ ̨̡̭̫̰ͨ͐̊̆͐̽́̇̋́̕͢t̶̢̧̨̞͓͉͇̹̼̝̭͍̙̹ͫ̊̆͑͜ ̶̲͙̻̤̗̭̹̦̟̜̹͚͖̫̳̱̮ͨ̏̏͑͗ͨ͊ͦͤ͆̈́h͗ͥͪ̈́͌͊̿͛̔̌̍̐̓̂ͭ̚͘҉̴ ̙͚̲͓ͅ ͫ̇ͦ̍҉̴̣̘̳̞̼͖̬̝̘̗̙͓͓͜͢î̈̍́̐́̀͠҉̘̖̪̘͖̫͓ ̸̴̱̜͖̬̳͍̮͈̼̪͍̑ͮ͋ͪͣ͑̎̋͛̈́̈̈́̿̓̿̚̕͝n̵̛͚͈͚̦̠̻̝̪͇ͭ̈̅͗͜͝͝ ͉̦̭̥̜̼ ̵̷̻̼̟̺̙̟̜͈ͦͮ̎̉̓ͮ̉̈́͘ģ͕͔͎̘̝̹̦ͨ͆̉ͪ͊͞ ̷̵̵̢̹͎̤͇̌ͤ͆̉ͮ̅̓͒ͯ̋̊͡s̷̨̖͎̦̭̮͋͌̋ͫ̌̐̑̉͆ͩ̓̈̏ͨ̏ͨͪ̚̚͘̕͟ ̩̲̼̲̥
̡̧̮̪̼̖̙̼̣ͣͣͬ͊̋b̸̢̮͈̙͚̫̲̉̈̚͝͞ ͓͓̦̯͖͇̙͉̰̰͚ͫ̽̋̍̒͟͟é̷̝̝͇̙̳̜̟̳̣̭̞͈̦͙̫̥ͣ͋̿̽͆̑̂̚͘ ̝ ̡͔͕̰̮̬̪̯͕̫̝̲͕͊ͦ̾̈́̃̀ͪͧ́̚f͚̮͚̜̺̫̟̰͓͙̲̱̬͉͓̪͂͊͗͂͠ͅ ̶̳̣͉̗̮̜̝̯̙̟̱̙̦̥̩̙̊̑̔͒̋̈́ͮ̄ͦ́͠o͕̖̯̝̠̠̝͈͎̽͗͌̍̇ͮ͒̀ͮ́͞͝ ̘̰͖ ̛̌̏̈́ͯ̽ͧ̓̌̃͑̋͜҉̴̤̼̮̩͍͕̼̺̖͎̜̠̼̜̟̫͞r̴̓͗̈͊ͣͧ̾̉͑̑̏̽̉͐ͥ͐ ̵͕͉̜̜̭̠̩̗͍̞̮̀͘͝ ̗̗̞̭̭̞͕̘̲̹͍̄ͤ̈̓̄̕͡͞ę̣̤̮͚̜̭̪͚̿ͮ́͛͛͋̾ͣͧ̌̈́̈͊͢͝ ̵̷̻̭͈̥͔͓̰̮̣̫̙̥̫͇̃̀̇͑ͩ͌͒ͧ̀ͫͫ̿͊̾ͣ̓̕̕i̡ͦͤ͆ͭͣ͜͡͏̵̮̪̣̪̻ ͚̲̰ ̶̠̻̼͚̭̣̗̫̻̖̤̪͕̮̹̱͕ͦ̓̽̄̐̿͑̚͟͟t̢̤̭̅ͨ̐̊ͯ̍̿̈̈́̌ͤ̉ͯ̓̀̚͜͠ ̥̖̦͎͇͇̤̪̠̼̲̠͉̗̤̩͉ ͣ͛ͭ́̉͒̒͊ͯ̄̌̍̿̍̌҉̛͈̰̬̝̠͔̘͔̜̖̳č̡̏ͥ̂̅̕͝͝҉̣̬̪̰̥͓̘ ͈͎͓ ̸̨̡̘͕̗ͮͤ͛̒͒͐ͣ͝ô̢̧̤͇͎͙̪͉͇̦͖̜̞̠͎̄̀ͭ̅͌͘͡͞ͅͅ ̷̨̜̗̟̟͙̝̖͖̦̪͚̟͓̫̘̐ͧ͋́̏ͯͦ̑ͥ̓͗̓͡m̉ͦ͛ͩ̔̉ͣ̐ͮ̃͐̉͐̅̓̽̀͜͢ ̪̪̣͍ͅ ̶̛͆ͪ̽̈́̒̎͆͌̍̆͒̀ͭͯ̇͋̌̋͡҉͍̳͍̗̫̗̪e̷͐͒̽̄͑ͬͩ̏͏͚̻͈̤̜͉ ͔ ̸̶̠̼̮͕̮͙͚̬̝͈͈̣̐ͬͨͥ̽͛ͯ͒͌ͩ̅ͩ̇͛̾̃̚͘͢͡s͆̾̄̾̽͒͐ͫ̏ͭ͛̌͂ͦ̾ ̢ͣ̉͠͏̡̲͍͓͓̜̺̲̩̬͇͈̥͖͈̦̞̳͞ͅ

̶̢̩̥͓̜̮̗̜̗͙͚̞͓̲̣͔̺̳̮̓̑̔͜ͅ─̸̳͙͉̥̣̻̯͕͙̝͓̅̈́̈́ͮ͒̑̂͂ͩ̆̕ͅ ̤͍͍̞͖̹┘̷͕̪̜͖̰̩̖̹̦̋́̌ͧ̔̒ͤ̚͘͟͞ͅ█̴̬̳̲͍̱̗̯͍̖̝̱͛ͮͬ͌́̔ͩ͝ ̦̩͕̯█̵̶̎͒̌ͨ̎̎ͩͮ̏̃̿͡͏̼̘̠̤̻͚̪̫͕̗̭͇̗▌̛̛̯̀̐͑͐ͧͣ͐̿͑ͣ͆͜͢ ͇͉̠░̨̢͉̝̺̘͂ͮ͊ͤͩͣͮ̋̏́ͯͬ͠͠░̹͓̘̪͚̝ͬ̓̒̾ͨ̅̈́̐͂ͣ̂ͦ̊̽ͦͤ̒͢͢ ̳̥░̸̡̰̰̬̩̹̖̞͈̰̱̦̹ͮͨ͑̄ͯ͑͝░͖͍̼̠ͧ̓̊ͭͥ͊̈́ͭͤ̿ͦͪͭ̈̒ͧ̚̚̕͢ͅ ̥͕͎̳̱̼̯̻͔̻░̶̴̢̹̪͕͙̹̟̞͔͉͔̜̮̦̠̩͋̾͌̔͞░̸̡̨̙͍̦̠̹͖̜͌ͦ̓́͘ ̥̮░̸̠̮͓̙̙̞̯̲̺̞̽̈́̔ͭͮͭ̉̂͛͘▐̵̷̷̣̮̘̬͗ͧ̃̇̊ͩ͆̏̋ͯ̌ͬ̚͟█̄͐̋ ̛͊̋͛̚͏̘̟̤͍̳̘͓̘͝͡█̧̌ͦ̎̔̚͏̡̫̖̮̻̳̜̻͕̰̹͠└͑͌̈́̊͐ͤ͋̽҉̨͎ͅͅ ̞̤̺─̸̛̗͙̜̩ͦ̈́̈́ͬ͑͝
͓̰̘̼̟̦͉̻ͯͣ́̇̄ͦ̆̽͑̾ͮͣ̂̐ͭ̓̓͗́̕͢͝͠░̨͋ͫ̽͋̃͌ͮ̅̋̑̏ͨ̇̒̆̚̚ ̪̳͍̩̥̮̜̲̠̤͉̪̪͞░̶̸̖̜̻̜̦̿͗̏̏̏͑̔▐̵̅́͌̏͑̓̈̌̏ͦͯ̓̓̽͒̔̈́͂ͯ ̷̷̶̥̘̙̤̞̼̩͓̯͘█̷̵̴̨͇̣̹̫͖̗̞͍̪̳͓͋̍̎̓̿̈́̈ͣͭ̾̓̉̒̚─̆̍͆̃̈͏ ͏̸̻̣̼̦͕̪̰̯̟̰̲͍̳̫͜ͅ┬̧̖͉̰͖̰̝͚̝̬͈̼͖̘̿̒̈́ͭͫͯ̈́̚̕͡┬ͣ̊̓̋͋ͧ ̷̶̙̫̳͍̳͍̟͈͚͖̈͂┬̶̭̻̭̼̘̋̐́ͪ̄͑̾͒̋͋̚͘͟͞͡┬͗̌̑̈́͛̓̓̚͏҉̮̤͘ ̩̳͚̞̱̦̬̟̞̰͔͚┬̛̪̲̥͓̹̗͙̜͚̥̳͈̜̦̹͖̽ͮͤ͒ͫ͑̇̆̏͑ͮ̍ͥ͑ͭ̍̌͘͘͡ ͉┬̶̞͈̲͈͕̬̪̰̺̬͉̤͉̹ͦ̾͐̃ͥ̑͛ͮͯ̍ͣ̌͛̀̇̒┬̇̌̓̒͗ͪ̽̂̆ͦ̓͐͑ͭ̽̚ ̛͇̩̖̬̼̓̏̈́͟͡─̷̢̲͎̯̪͚̯̘̝͎͇̼̩͖̯̺ͦ͒̐̔̉̆ͦ̿͒ͮ̌̀ͪ̔̏͟͟͡█ͩ͋ ̴͒̈̏͊ͮ̑͛͟͞҉̩͙̞͈̪̳̣̻▌̷̧̨̰͚̯̖̜̺̗̯̞̈ͤ́̈͛̓ͩͥͦͬͧͭͥ̇ͩ̎̐͞ ̞̣̦͚̭̲͉̱̣░̨̛͉̙͇͖̬͕͉̝ͯ͆̑̏͊ͬ́░̢͙̳͚̃͛̍̇̈̋ͩ̍ͯͣ̒ͥ͊̒ ̖̞̟
̒ͯ̍ͯ̋̓̿̋͞҉̗̳̙̯̟̰̼̫░̧̟̯̠͍ͭͨ̄ͩ͊̾̾̐͐̀ͅ░̢̖̩ͮ͌̓̓ͭͣ͋̒́͋̕ ̲͙̟̩̗͓̦͇͔̠̠░̴͚̯̙̜͎̜̬͚̼͊ͤ̉ͩ̈̒ͭ̃ͤ̃̕͡ͅ▀̶̡̤̰̞̰͌́̄̅̓ͦ̀́ ̮̞̲̼̤͕̻̩̜̤͍̯̖┬͚̼͔̲̞̱̮͍̱̦̰͔͚̥̣̳̮̐͒͊̐ͫ̑̈́̊ͬ͛͟͢┼ͭ̊̐̏̈ ̨̧̰͉͎͖̘͕̩̖̙̮͔͎̘̝̝̓┼̢̢̭̖̳̺͙̺̫̹̺̠̼̹͚͖ͤͨ̑ͪ̏ͫ͒̉͂͆̓̚┼͌͒ ̺̝̲̬̭̭̖̺͕̒ͧͯ͊͘͢͡͝┼̛̅͂͆͊̉ͣ͒ͬ̇͛̓̏̃͑͆̎̀ͣ̕͜͠҉̻̭̙̼͖̭̖̲̞ ̥̮̥̤͚̖┼̸̘̼͍̍̓̒̍́ͯ̂̔̿ͮ͆̃ͦ̍̋͛͐̚͞ͅ┼̴͆ͦ̓̋͒̓̉̅ͣ̓̅͊͂̾̐͟͟ ̲̣̭͓͙͉┼ͦ͂̒ͨͯͮ̆̎ͬ͗͆̿̑̈͏͏̢͕̭̟͕̪͚͝┬ͨ̑ͫ̒̆͋̽̆̃̄͛͋̂̄̈҉̸͜ ͔͔͈̜͖͙͖▀̴̨̡̙͓̘̦̠̻̖̫͙̰̉ͧͪͨ͊ͨ̏ͧͥ͋͌ͮͩ░̵̧ͪ̅͗͐ͯ̆ͭͩͧ̒̓҉̶ ̘͇̙͈░̡̰̘̯̯͈̳̭͙̖̝͕̗͐ͨͭ̅̑ͨ̂͊́͡͡░̷̴ͪͥͧ̀͏̟̺͇̻͎̟͓̰͍
̴̨͍̟̖̹̮̗̝̳̜̺͇͍̻̫͒̍̎ͮ̽̀ͤͬ͋̒̑͊͌̄ ̵̡͓͎̝̗̬̹̭̘̿ͥ̈̏̈́̏ͪ̂̏̚͘͟͝ ̴̵̛̤̥͕͔̼͍͕͉̖͍̞̘͚͖̱̗̥̽͆ͧ̅̓͊ͩͧͤ̕͠ ̖̜̙͙̠̞̹̰͓͋ͬ̽ͦͨ̓͌̉ͯͩ̏ͪͬ̈́͘͢͝░̵̪͓̘̞̩̙͗̓̇̂̄́̋̎ͪ̍ͪ͌ͦ̍́͜ ͈̝͍̜̬̯░̢͕̳̰̯̘͇̦͚̭͙̀ͫ̈́̈̊ͧͤ̓͒̾̌̿́͘͞░̴̢͌͑͛̒̄̕҉̗͈̰̠͖͎̣ ̲̻̣͇͇̖̣͙̬̻̫ͅ└̵̛͉̯͇̮͇͊̓̋ͨ͛̄ͬ͌̈̓̑͌̎̇̋͆ͦ̀̕┴̐ͣ̈͊͊ͬ̋̃̓̋ ̸̻͖̜̝̖͙̜̬̺͓̪͉̙̦̖͍͇͛͊̇̊̀̀̕͠┴̾̊͒ͯͣ͏̵͕̫̝̝̳̦̮̯̘́́┴͗́ͦ̿ ͑̒̇ͦ̔̆͑́͆ͨ͐͒͋ͥ͡͏̢̡̡̭̭̻̬̺̮̺̬̙̳̦͈̝̦͎̟̺̯┴͌ͬ͌͌̉̄ͨ͌͋̆ͤ̚ ̵̻̯̥͌̔͟┴̸̷̱̟͎͙̝̩̣̺̱͆́̒ͣ̒ͬͦ̏̏̋͋ͥͧ̕͜┴̋̌ͭ̽̿̀̊̒ͦͨ̃ͮ͆ͮ̽ ̧̽̍̉҉́͏̠̜̹̖͍̜̹̰̯̬̠̤̺͔ͅͅ┴̶̧͈̖͖͔̼͎͗͛͆ͧ͒̓̿́͡┘̊ͧ͆̋ͦ̀̽ͣ ̡̟͈̫̬̥͉̱ͬ̆̂͗̍̾̍̉͆͑́͢͞͠░̸̤̺̗͓͙͇̦̏͋̂ͨ̂̄̀̾̚̕͢͞░̐̍̓̇̓ͨ ̢̢̗̬̼̼̱̮͇͓͚̠̟̬̯░̆̎ͭ̾̉͛̐̓҉҉̱̱̻̠̹̮̪̰͚͎̫̫͕͔̼̺̣̻͢͝
̷̨̲̣̞̦̗̤̰̥̞̻̥͌ͨ͊̆̃̓̌̏̿̒͒̃ͦ̈́́͗̿̇͘͝͞ ̢̢̮̱͕͔̝̫̖̱̤̤̜̣̭̈́͛̈ͫ͒̀ͅ ̸̡̜̺̫̮̤͓͉͉ͤͪ͐̂͞ ̨̄͌ͦ̉̓ͨ̍ͥ̓͗ͪ̚͏̷͈̗̯̦̝̤̲̪̜̬̹̫̞̭̼̲͍͕ ͐ͪ̑̾̀͑̓̂͆͆̾̚͏̛̫̹͙̠͙̘ ̘͇͙̺̠̣̱͓͇̫̩͔̥̫͙͙̯͛ͥ̽̋͗̂ͫ̀̉ͣͭͮ̅̇͊͛ͣ̚͟͞͠ͅ ͧ͊̃̋ͨ͏̴̢̲̹̫̖̜̰̥͚̝̟̤͡ ̷̧̲̲̫̠͖̫̺̗͈͈͇͋̓̑̈́̇̆̉̾͋̉̿ͥ̅͊ͫ̀ͣ̂́̕͠ ̸̹̠̳̗̰͇̪́͒̀̈̒͌͌ͪ͌͌͂̋̄̈́͛̄͘̕░̶̧͚͇̪̱̗̙ͮ̈́̉ͫ̀͂͊͌͊ͯ̎̎ͭ̋̀ ͖̱̳͓ͅ░̳͔̲̩̠͖̠̤̭ͩ̌̓̏̑͜░̞̫̻̱̤͔̩͕͍̍̆ͯ̒ͯ̏̐̄̔̑͒̉̍̍̀̚░ͭͯ ̸̷̭̞͚̩̼͇͔̏́͆ͩ͂́̅̐͑̀̓́͟͜░̷͍͈͉̘̯̫̰̠̭͈̱̣̩̣͌̑͐̔̆͗̀ͅ░ͭ͌ ̲̞̦̘͇̪̦̫͎̫̹̪̙̤͍̱͆ͨͨ͑ͮ͌ͯ̅͌̃ͬͭ̚͘ͅ░̈́̍̂̋̂͌̋͛̇͗͋ͨ̐̆̓͗̂ͮ ̷̨͎̼͈̙̭̞̪̖͠͝ͅ░̨̻̲͈̜͇ͭͤ̎ͪ͗ͪ͋̈͛̎́ͤ̒͋̾͗̂͟͞͡ͅ░̑̿̑ͤ͊ͬ́̓ ̸̷̢̛̞̬̪̪̥͉͓͇̙ͣ̉ͨ░ͭ͐͒͋ͩͮ̃͑͂̄҉҉̵͇͚̪̼͍̪̬̜͕̳͔̞̪̫̮̲̀░̇̿ ̷̝̹͍͔̻͕̭͕͎̤͓̳̻̟̋͛̎̅̾̾̒͆̑ͣ͊̾̎̓̓̚͜͢ͅͅ

[TheBarbarian]

You and three other students have begun their first year of study as undergraduates in Azlu University. For some reason you felt a compulsion to come study at this university.That very same compulsion made you all sign up for a small after school club dedicated to dreams and interpreting their meanings. Although you four do not know it yet you are all mages whose powers have yet to wake. The plot of this RP revolves around two phases one is the Day Phase where the playstyle is similar to a character based slice of life RP. Hear characters deal with university life and general real life problems. The other phase is the Night Phase where your characters complete dream quests to begin to unlock their magical powers. After your characters have Awakned other threats will become known to them but it will be awhile before we reach that point I think.

Spoiler: The Town Itself 

The Town Itself


The town of Azlu, Washington lies near the border of Canada. It sits among the Northern Cascade mountains near a national park which also extends to the nearby Abbdon forest. It has a permanent population of 23000. It mostly survives on ski tourism, campers, hikers and the local university though logging and copper mining are still important industries to the locals.

Interestingly it is also the city with the highest concentration of supernatural activity in the world. More people disappear hear in a year than the whole state of Washington combined but as its such a small place no one notices or if they do they don't seem to care much. This has a lot to do with the towns history and placement. It was founded in 1864 by mad millionaire Jack Lane. Lane had been a very successful business man back in New York, so successful in fact that by the time he was fifty he had made close to thirty million dollars which in today's money would be many billions of dollars.

Lane in the last years of his life went quite publicly crazy. He was convinced that he had gotten his fortune through deals with "unspeakable creatures" and needed to "repay his debts". For this purpose he began the construction of the town of Azlu even though at the time there was a civil war going on. By the time the town was complete Jack began paying people to come live there. This policy attracted a lot of folks and soon the town grew to grew to it's current size.

By the time of his death Lane had lost most of his money to this project but people who had been with him during his last days said he died happy. The town mostly stopped growing after that remaining about the same in size and population as it has for over a hundred years.

Azlu has always been strangely diverse for a small Washington town. Some of it can be chalked up to it being University town. Yet that is not entirely it. People from different beliefs and cultures all seem to flock to the town as if the city itself wanted diversity in it's people. And once people start living in Alzu they do not want to leave...

Spoiler: Places of Intrest 

Places of Interest

Azlu University

Spoiler: Orne Library 

Spoiler: Map of the Grounds 

The buildings that house Azlu University were built in 1864. They were one of the first buildings commissioned by the founder of the town. These days the university is one of the most prestigious schools for learning about the occult and folklore. Though both it's science and language departments are also well regarded. The medicine portion of the school is slightly understaffed and underfunded still the practical parts in the nearby St. Mary's Hospital are good. Overall it is strange why it is not more well known considering it's and relative prestige.

Two things set this university apart from most others. The first is it's library which houses the largest collection of books about the occult, folklore and magic. Need a first edition of Barret's "The magus" or get your hands on the expanded Enochian alphabet this library has got you covered. The second strange thing is that while in other American university's the most important sports are usually either American football or basketball then in this school it is roller derby. The university's derby league The Azlu City Rollers is one the most prestigious in the country with three victories in Division 1 of the WFTDA Championships they have a huge rivalry with the Gotham Girls Roller Derby with whom they are in constant competition. Currently the league is made of four home teams and three away teams in the professional level. There's also a popular amateur league that many high school and less serious college girls participate in. The sport is so popular in Azlu that roller rinks and derby apparel/gear shops are quite numerous around town.

Mike Maloneys Bar and Derby

Spoiler: The interior 

This bar has stood next to the university for as long as there have been Maloneys living in Azlu. Which as Mike will happily tell you has been for almost a century now, thank you very much. Everybody who has grown up in Azlu has some story associated with this bar. It is known to all high schoolers as the place to aspire to get beer from, to all people with a band as THE place to get a gig and to university students as the place to relax after their studies and have a beer.

Spoiler: The Derby Rink 

The roller rink extension was built in the 50s and was a popular attraction of the bar until 80s when it petered off. In the early 90s it was converted again this time into a derby rink and it has only gained in popularity since. A lot big league compensations are held there. One WFTDA Championship round was held there.

The Storm Brew Diner

Spoiler: The Diner 

With it's close proximity to the nearby St Mary's Hospital and the University there are usually two types of people in the diner. Doctors tired of hospital cafeteria food and hungry university students who want cheap food and coffee. For it's price both the food and coffee are good plus the fact it is open 24 hours does nothing but help it's popularity.

St. Marys Hospital

Spoiler: St. Marys Hospital 

Old and too big for it's own good this learning hospital is the city's oldest and only hospital. It used be a combined hospital and sanatorium but was converted to be only a hospital in the mid fifty's when the sanatorium closed because of patient mistreatment and death. The hospital has not gone through significant renovations since then and has that feeling of sanitary sadness and death about it that most old hospitals have.

More will be added as they come up.

Spoiler: Questions 

Didn't you use this same town in one of your other RP's?

Yes I used Azlu in "No More Fear" but as it's one of the first RP settings I created when I first got into table top role playing with the WOD setting I think I am allowed to use it again.

If you know this town so well why did put so few places of interest in?

Because the best thing about Azlu is that it is malleable and ever changing. In my old WOD (Or to be more exact Vampire the Masquerade) campaign it had a Little Haiti and Chinatown in the same campaign. In one of the later campaigns it had cathedral. So I try to define Azlu as little as I can to allow for more freedom. The only constants in Azlu have been the university, the bar and it's love of roller derby.

How many players are you looking for?

Not including me: three. Maybe four if there are too many great submissions but no more than four.

How will you do recruiting?

This is not first come first serve. All characters have to be PMed to me and I will select from those that I like. Though feel free to show interest below then I know I should wait for you to send me something.

What's the longest you are willing to wait for posts?

Every ten to twelve days would be nice. However I can wait much longer if given prior notice. Overall I appreciate quality and length over speed.

You mentioned Day and Night phases will there be more of one or the other?

I would say the RP is split into 60% Day and 40% Night.

Why more Day than Night phases?

Because it will make the Night phase feel slightly more precious and I am hankering to do some more slice of lifey things.

I see below that you have included traits in this RP. Why?

I really liked them in "No More Fear" and was sad that they could not come to full fruition. Basically the reason is the following: I wanted for our charters to grow better and stronger throughout the coarse of this RP so I thought the best and most obvious way to do so was through attributes. This way when your character grows better you have something to show for it.

Will this mean there is dice rolling in the RP?

Nope.

If you have any more question I will answer them below.

Spoiler: Explanation of Attributes 

Explanation of Attributes


There are five traits. The maximum our characters can reach in each skill is 10. Five is the average. You are not allowed to have any skill lower than three unless you PM me first and explain your idea and why you want it.

Spoiler: Explanation of Attributes 

Strength:The physical power and stamina of a character.
Dexterity: The characters speed and finesse.
Intelligence: The ability of a character to reason, plan, solve problems, think abstractly, comprehend complex ideas, learn quickly and learn from experience.
Knowledge: The characters familiarity with different kinds of learning or area of knowledge. (for example pop culture or occult knowledge)
Charisma: The social presence of the character.
Luck: Well luck... sort of self explanatory

So what does having a ten in any of these really mean?


It means that your character is the best he can realistically be in that particular area. Still a strength/intelligence of ten is not the human maximum it just means your character is really strong or smart. Lets say that batman with all of his skills would be a human maximum he would have 15 in each of those attributes (well except luck Batman is never that lucky)

Okay what does having zero in any of these really mean and why cant I got to zero?


A character with zero would be unable to function in that particular area at all. Someone with 0 intelligence would be in a coma and someone with zero strength for example must be paralyzed or suffering from a musculary disorder that destroys muscle tissue.

Is Luck useful?

Yes it is. Luck can save you when you other wise would have failed a check. It is jack of all trades yet while other attributes are consistent luck is not.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Appearance: (Picture and text both would be appreciated)
Academic major: (Choose whatever you like)
Personality:
Major Skill: (One thing your character is REALLY good at)
Secondary skills: (Other skills your character has no more than three)
Bio: (I know this unusual for me but do not go into too much detail hear discovering each other characters back story's will more fun if they ave some mystery to them)
Example Post: (You can either write me something new or provide me with a good writing example from some other RP)
Theme Song: (Highly optional)

Attributes (If you start with five in everything you have three spare points to spend)

Strength:
Dexterity:
Intelligence:
Knowledge:
Charisma:
Luck:

[TheBarbarian]

Spoiler: TheBarbarian - Emily Jerome Dawn 

Name: Emily Jerome Dawn (Named for Saint Emily and Saint Jerome)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Nationality: Bahamas
Appearance:

Spoiler: Emily Jerome Dawn 

Although Emily is noticeably short standing at only 5 foot 2, for her size she boasts a good amount of muscle. Her general build is that of a swimmer with none of her musculature being large but taut and toned. Her skin is the color of chocolate with a few lighter scars scattered around her calloused hands. Her springy night black hair is usually kept at shoulder length it's some times braided in to something other times left as is. She usually seen wearing a warm jacket and thick scarf under which she wears either a T shirt or hoody depending how cold it is outside. Her legs are usually covered by jeans or a long colorful skirt. Her ipod's earbuds are usually evident in her ears or hanging by her side.

Academic major: General Nursing
Personality: A woman of action it is rare to see Emily relaxing and doing nothing. Her hands are usually busy with something and if she does remain inactive she becomes quite antsy. She becomes very easily enthused and exited about things especially projects she has just started. That said finishing projects is another matter. On her computer there are at least two unfinished NaNoWriMo novels, three half done songs and a podcast project. She is sure she will finish them one day but that day has yet to come. In conversation she is mostly a listener except when she has a story relating to a subject. She loves to tell stories! The subjects range from myths to anecdotes from her life. She knows exactly where to embellish and were to tell only the truth. Her light and happy exterior make a lot of people think she is a pushover but in fact the opposite is true. It is almost impossible to tell Emily to do a thing she does not want or prevent form a doing a thing she wants to do. She will just smile thank you for your advice (even if it was a command) and still do what SHE wants to do.
Major Skill: Listening (Her general bearing make people want to talk to her and they usually feel better after having confided in her)
Secondary skills: Swimming, piano, story telling
Bio: Emily was born on one of the many small islands in the Bahamas. Her father was a fisherman and a very pious Catholic. She never knew her mother because she left his father when she was very young. His father is still officially married to her but has not seen her for twenty years. She went to a local catholic school but moved to public school after a year or so. She was not a good student as very few lessons captured her attention or imagination (at both schools). Yet those that did, she excelled at. Still by end of her high school days she thought she would not have many college prospects especially in her field of interest. So she was quite surprised when she was accepted to Azlu. Not only accepted but she got a small scholarship to pursue her love of nursing. So she left her father with a kiss on the brow and went off to America to study.

Theme Song

Attributes

Strength: 5
Dexterity: 6
Intelligence: 6
Knowledge: 4
Charisma: 7
Luck: 5

Spoiler: Grin - Jagred Degray 

Name: Jagred Degray
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Appearance:

Spoiler: Jagred Degray 

Standing at almost 6’2’’, Jagred is a tall but lanky guy, though not to the point of looking like a walking skeleton. His skin is a bit pale, quite normal for someone who spends his entire childhood in a town where’s seldom sunlight, which only serves to make the bag under his eyes more profound. His hair is reddish brown in color, which he often wears in a ponytail. However, he does let down sometimes, mostly during a lecture when he feels like napping, to cover up his emerald eyes. His taste in fashion isn’t much. As a somewhat lazy individual, prone to daytime naps and procrastination, he just picked whatever most comfortable, so it’s rare to see Jagred out of his fade jeans and t-shirts.

Academic major: Manufacturing engineering

Personality: A bit of an individualist, Jagred doesn’t open up to people easily, which means the number of friends he has isn’t that big. However, he knows how to act accordingly in social situations, and enjoys his alone time as much as going to a wild party once or twice. Though a bit judgmental, he does his best to be polite to most people, and keeps most of his opinions to himself, unless asked. Nevertheless, it isn’t a good idea to enrage him, as Jagred hides quite a nasty temper, and his tendency to bottle all his rage up isn’t helping either. He’s also a bit of a thinker, often prefers to sort out all his options first before rushing in. However, this often leads to indecision, eventually procrastination, and regardless of his choice, Jagred will likely regret them.

Major Skill: Adept at working with car engines and cars in general, but is a horrible driver.

Secondary skills: Is a fast runner and capable of picking a lock. Also makes surprisingly good drinks.

Bio: Jagred led a mostly quiet childhood, if a bit lonely as his family moved around quite often, from London to Dublin, back to Amsterdam for a few years before finally settling down in Glasgow. He graduated from high school with above average results, then like so many others, he felt the draw toward Azlu College. It wasn’t exactly his first choice, and his mother opposed to it quite vehemently, but eventually, he finally arrived at the mysterious of Azlu. While quite aware of its ominous origin, Jagred just didn’t put much stock in the occult and supernatural, carried on with his studies as usual. But as of late, the repeated dreams and sleep paralysis he had ever since he was a kid took a turn for worse, and he felt he should do something about them. So he joined a club about dream interpreting, since staying up forever wasn’t a really practical solution.

Example Post:
An excerpt from a Harry Porterish roleplay I once had:
By the time Garrett got home, the strange letter had already been placed neatly on the kitchen table. He barely spared it a glance at first, understandable, since his mother rarely wrote, and hers were the only ones he bothered reading. But atlas, curiosity took over, forcing him to pick up the golden envelope. To his surprise, it was an acceptance letter of sort, from an academy he had never heard of before. It couldn’t be another prank from his friends though, being far too elaborated. Besides, they didn’t know he could actually control fire. Well, he did not so much as ‘control’ as ‘spraying flame wildly in every direction when he’s in the mood for it’, but it was still his secret power. Something that made him felt special. Perhaps it was from mother, then? She did mention an academy for individuals like him once. Regardless of its origin, the letter was a pleasant surprise. An opportunity to fully understand his power was priceless, and he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

He decided to wait for father that night, half-asleep on the couch until he heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. The old man didn’t actually seem to share his excitement though. Most people in this little town hardly did. But his father didn’t oppose to the idea, which was good enough. Garrett was sure the old man was just a little busy. And so he devoted the entirety of next week to packing, even though aside from the school supplies, he didn’t need much. The big day arrived just like any other, and before he knew it, Garrett already found himself pushing through the crowd at the train station. The instructions were…interesting, to say the least. Because it literally said the he needed to run headlong into a brick wall in order to get to the ‘other side’. Any attempt at getting help proved to be futile, since his mother’s phone was busy again. He sighed, left a message saying that he was about to ram his face into a wall because a piece of paper told him so, then charged.

Theme Song: It’s highly optional after all.

Attributes :

Strength: 6
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence:5
Knowledge: 4
Charisma: 5
Luck:6

Spoiler: Juicesir - Kyle Anders King 

Name: Kyle Anders King
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Nationality: Murican
Appearance:

Spoiler: Kyle Anders King 

Standing in at 6'1" and a very solid 230 lbs, it's easy to see why Kyle gained the nickname of "the Hulk" even back in high school. Preferring jock chic and sportswear, most of his clothes are a bit let out and baggy as a consequence. He cleans up super nice.

Academic major: Organization and Management Studies
Personality: To say that Kyle is simple would be doing him a disservice. Sure, he may seem like the epitomized stereotype of the thick-headed jock. And - for the most part - he is. But lurking behind the toned muscles and propensity for salmon pants lurks a very knowledgeable and caring mind. Kyle is obsessed with facts and factoids, and this especially shows in his musical tastes. A beta personality born into the role and body of an alpha, Kyle has had to adapt to his strength and size and has become lost from the rather soft kid he once was.
Major Skill: Football.
Secondary skills: Guitar playing, cooking, hunting.
Bio: A California boy born and raised, Kyle's childhood is typical of upper middle class white America. Two loving parents, relatively wealthy, good education. Kyle was always into some weird and geeky stuff as a kid, but when his athletics talent was recognized, that was mostly shunted to the side. He rose quickly to the ranks of a popular kid, but having been homeschooled for part of his childhood and also being an only child, he always took to it rather shyly.

That's changed noticeably in recent years. In high school, he went All-American. And his acquisition by Azlu University came as somewhat of a surprise to many other strong football colleges, as well as his parents. They've since taken to pushing him to find something that will lend him the same sort of success they had; the secret pressure they'd been applying to him their whole life. He now hopes to get an OMS degree and maybe apply to a business school, though deep down there are quite a lot of other things he would prefer to study.
Example Post: Found here.
Theme Song: That classic sauce.

Attributes

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 3
Knowledge: 6
Charisma: 6
Luck: 5

Spoiler: Cartelside - Hoshimi Chi Akuma 

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MUSICAL AFFLUENCES
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Endless Fantasy album by Anamanguchi
&
"ME!ME!ME!" by TeddyLoid feat. Daoko
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Both the Mystery Skulls & Forever albums by Mystery Skulls

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BASICS
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Name: Hoshimi Chi Akumu
Age: 24
Gender: Female ♀
Sexuality: Poly-Pansexual
Sign: Libra ♏
Nationality: Japanese American
Voice: Somewhere in between Sayaka Suzuki & Kou Shibasaki leaning towards Kou

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APPEARANCE
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Spoiler: Hoshimi (4 pics) 

Hoshimi-san is a part of the pastel goth subculture and loves cute/creepy things to no end, expressing that a little loudly in her wardrobe. Her style involves a combination of pastels and blacks and a strange fashion that can make her simultaneously appear cheery and fun, as well as dark and unapproachable.

Spoiler: Style (2 pics) 

She always has her nails painted, constantly sports some unique and almost creepy doll-like contact lenses, and she keeps up with her dyed hair very well, keeping it's pastel color of it by constantly bleaching and redyeing it in her spare time. Her hair is usually a light pink, but she'll occasionally get wild and dye it lavender, sky, white, silver, or sometimes even black if she's feeling dark enough; this is very rare for her, however.

Her nails are cute, fun, and pretty half the time with very minimal color or just a pink tint, or jet black depending on the day and her outfit. She avoids hyper-excessive jewelry and make-up, but is still a bit of a fashionista in her own right and wears more than the average person. She has a soft spot for exciting, fun, and cute stockings, lingerie, and accessories.

Never has she come to school without either heels, platforms, or creepers to make her far taller than she is, and as a result she tends to tower above a lot of her classmates. Still, she gained her mother's Japanese genes and naturally stands at a height of 5'7" without her shoes - the average Japanese male height, above average for females.

Spoiler: Tattoos (4 pics) 

When she is not completely dolled up, her natural eye color is a deep emerald green and her hair a dark auburn-y brown. She has several tattoos and some piercings as well that are easier shown than explained. Her piercing jewelry is usually black, but occasionally she'll go with her stainless steel/silver jewelry instead.

Spoiler: Piercings (2 pics) 

She takes her health very seriously, taking pride in her appearance, and constantly has radiant skin and shining hair, which gives her a bit of a natural glow. Her frame is on the bony side, but she has curves like you wouldn't believe despite her petite chest and waist. She's a very attractive woman, and while a bit strange, a very fashionable member of her sub-culture.

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ACADEMICS & SKILLS
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Major: Chemistry
Minor: Business

Major Skill:
Proficient in Embalming and Restorative Arts (Taxidermy)

Secondary Skills:
(1) Can Speak, Read, and Write Fluent Japanese & English
(2) Has a Blue Belt in MMA
(3) A bit of Metallurgic know-how (only used in Jewelry & Accessory Making)

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ATTRIBUTES
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Strength: 6
Dexterity: 6
Intelligence: 8
Knowledge: 6
Charisma: 3
Luck: 4

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PERSONALITY // BIO
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Hoshimi-san was born in Osaka, Japan, and raised between America and Japan, her parents flip-flopping between the two countries frequently. Her mother was a native-born Japanese woman, her father an all-American man, so she got some starkly different extended family members, but loves them all to death. She never minded traveling so much, and in fact enjoyed being raised into two cultures quite immensely.

Unfortunately she suffered socially, having a hard time keeping stable friendships due to her constant moving and consistently changing schedule. She was lucky to have family and the internet at her side to quell her social needs, but overall she became a rather reserved individual with an appreciation for her alone time.

Hoshimi considers herself to be a positive realist, but due to being so overly realistic, many people perceive her realism incorrectly as pessimism. Due to her above-average intelligence she has a tendency to be a bit narcissistic at times, but her heart is always in the right place. She's a pretty nice, open, and accepting person once you get to know her, but she can seem a bit off beat at times otherwise. Her family was always wealthy enough to afford a lot of excess things, so she's a tad spoiled, but she recognizes and appreciates this and doesn't try to take advantage of her family's hospitality. She's very thankful and gratuitous, and while cautious and wary of people taking advantage of her, she is a pretty giving person. Regardless, she does not take shit from anybody, and will be just as quick to crack a whip if she thinks you're getting out of hand as she will be to cut anyone out of her life who betrays her trust. As long as you're respectful, reasonable, and civil, she's actually quite an easy going and laid back individual. She takes criticism well, so long as it's constructive, and is even open to it nearly anytime.

After a long time of honing her skills, she has decided that she wants to become a mortician. She spent a summer as a mortician's apprentice and really enjoyed her work, but felt that animals were typically tossed aside, leaving pet-owners, zookeepers, and rescuers distraught; she hopes to remedy that by opening her very own funeral home and crematory for animals, hence her Major and Minor.
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OTHER
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Casual Smoker; Vegetarian

LIKES:
Sake, Vodka, Music, Internet, Anime, Manga, Comics, Books, Reading, Animals, Seafood, Fruit, Horror, Suspense, Contentment, Laughter & Laughing, Pink, Food, Sweets
DISLIKES:
Surprises, Beer, Crying, Unnecessary Loud, Anger, Childish People, Children, Crowds, Excessive Uncleanliness, Disorder/Disarray/Clutter

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EXAMPLE POST
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I point you in the direction of a currently stand-still project of mine, Ambivilance and my character Renee's bio (very bottom spoiler), which simultaneously display my variety of skills from poetic to script, melancholic to humorous respectively. They also show how fragging wordy I am, if you can appreciate that lolz

If you're looking for an RP post, check my sig > About me ♥ > Like my style? Check out my other RP's here, to see all the RP's I'm currently a part of that I personally thing display my best, current work. Alternatively, every RP I've taken part in is linked here.

If you'd prefer more of a character bio-esque examples, see my character locker 2.0 here.

Inactive charterers:

Spoiler: Minkasha - Mi Salo 

Name:

Mi Salo

Age:

23

Gender:

Female (Hormonally from male at 19)

Nationality:

Japanese-American with a hint of Dutch blood.

Spoiler: Appearance: 

Mi stands at 5’8’’ and has petite body type. Her skin is light and well taken care of. Her cheeks have a tendency to always be flushed, giving her a youthful glow to her face. Her hair is chestnut brown and almost goes into her eyes, flowing down to just past her shoulders. Her Asian decent shows through the angle of which her eye are, though they are still round and open.

Mi always does her best to dress fashionably and cross her legs with each step to make her hips sway. But often her body language can come off mix as from the neck down she’ll be confident but her face will read as nervous.

Academic major:

Teaching Elementary students.

Personality:

Mi is an actress. On the outside she’ll be bubbly, give a good smile and skip away. But inside she is always nervous, paranoid, and fearful. She’s always afraid someone will discover her ‘secret’ (her being transsexual) and acts out as ‘womanly’ as possible to the point she can be fake.

She does not mind being ignored, in fact, if she’s not being interacted with she’ll try to keep herself small and try to draw as little attention as she can. Men who touch her suddenly make a trigger of hers go off, causing her to run and cry. Mi can be very afraid of men, especially if they are much taller than her, the paranoia kicks in.

She hates herself for the fears she has, yet feels powerless to them.
It is easy for her to feel shame, if she’s not dressed well enough, if she’s not capable enough, etc the list goes on. She can easily get lost in her own head and self-pity.

Only through work with children does she find happiness and safety from social prejudices. When she’s practicing gymnastics she feels free of her body and her personal shames.

Major Skill:

Gymnastics

Secondary skills:

Fashion, First-aid, Cooking of Oriental foods

Bio:

Mi comes from a mixed race background, but with each family at odds. The Japanese and Dutch mix has caused a lot of racial tension through her upbringing. Before transition, by Japanese standards she was a good ‘boy’, focused on school work and quite. But the Dutch family always provoked her, saying she was going to grow up to be a ‘wuss’. Though inside Mi struggled with gender all the while the issue was constantly thrown her face.

In school her frailty was something her peers picked up on and again she was picked upon. Neither from her family or school environment could she find a safe place to simply be herself. It was always a failure to meet someone’s expectations. This forced her to keep her head down, hide her tears and endure life.

A mental break down happened by the time she hit her late teens and that was when she finally began to discover herself. Mi left her family and her home city in hopes of finding a place small and quiet that would allow her to live her new life in peace. Azlu was her answer.

Spoiler: Example Post 

Day 1: Near Midnight

Ivy stared at Selina, strange how fate worked this chilly night. Ivy’s green eyes glanced over to where the other redhead was, but now stood nothing. Ivy hoped that woman was ready for Gotham. Because in Gotham a girl with just a pretty face is in great danger. The nature woman glanced over to Harley who had managed to smile just a little in the middle of all this pain – even more than a pretty face wasn’t enough at times. She watched her walk a few more steps, her clown costume just ravaged by the rain, clinging to her figure just so, before she turned to Catwoman.

“Tight leather in the middle of heavy rainfall?” Ivy lightly joked with her usual sensual tone. “You never change…”

Together, the Gotham City Sirens walked down the middle of the untended outskirts of Gotham. Each step these three women took was a step away from the darkness that once housed the Joker. Each step was getting the three of them to freedom – the smoking hot and dripping wet women all underdressed to the weather…with a bright future ahead.

Ivy held tight to Harley’s hand, there was that tension in the trio of the one out woman – Selina. Maybe it was because the thief lacked a certain madness the other two had. But the tension between the clown woman and the nature woman was palpable.

Maybe because her heart belong to someone else – a man who now has been gone and left her high and dry…metaphorically speaking. Right now her leather was getting ruined, ruined the moment she did her gymnastics out of her run down hide out.

Conversation between the Sirens wasn’t existing. Petty crimes were going on here and there, but they passed by – letting the rising ghettos of a breaking Gotham swallow itself. The heroes were so high and mighty, where were they now?

The convenience that Bat-Boy had brought was missed by Ivy simply because she wished to take Harley home faster. It was a shame she hadn’t kept the boy around to see if he had a hot ride like Batman. Might have cheered up Harley to take a spin in it…crash it and laugh together. Ivy’s sigh was lost in the downpour from the sky. Her body felt weighed down by all the rain. Even as down trodden as these three women looked, the petty criminals, the purse stealers, the gangs starting to set up territories in the ghettos all ran way at their sight, or stared at their asses as they walked past. Who knew the glisten of soaked skin tight leather could look so hot? Even with a baggy clown suit hugging Harley uncomfortably, her lady lumps were not hidden by any means and Ivy was always near naked if not nude. The Gotham City Sirens were as much an aphrodisiac as a terror on the streets.

Day 2: A Few Hours Past Midnight


The closer they got to Central Park, the emptier it got till eventually three blocks away it was noticeable that people simply stopped existing. From blocks away they could already see the superhumanly massive trees. Spanning nearly as high as skyscrapers, the lush trees were an alien beauty to the clearly not tropical landscape around them. It was impossible to see the other side of what used to be the park, the rainforest greatly dense and to add to its strangeness was how the lower branches and bushes grew.

Selina, the center of common sense of the three found it the strangest how these plants grew in crossing arches that was actually prohibiting entrance from the outside, or was it escape from within? With Ivy it was uncertain.

“My home, our home” Ivy had cooed to Harley, leaving Catwoman out yet again, the dynamic obvious by how the two red women were a few feet head and in close physical contact. The three of them were freezing and no doubt Harley and Selina wanted nothing more than to inside, promised by Ivy how warm it was. However, seriously she looked at the two of the women. “You must disrobe to enter the sanctuary” the vines that hardly covered Ivy slipped away. “We shed out clothes, and our shame here. Then we are free and one wi-” Harley was already yanking on the cones of her jester’s hat. Catwoman however raised a brow, apparently liking the ruined clothes she was wearing, her high heel boots in the middle of the wet disaster falling upon them. Ivy, held her stare and Selina sighed, leather covered hand slowly pulling down at the zipper that was just dangling at her breasts.

If any peeping toms were around, they would have been the luckiest of gentleman or lady, watching the other two get just as naked as the red head. The pleasure trip wouldn’t last long however as the three women watched tree branches rise out of their way to only come back down when they walked in.

Inside was strangely an entirely new world. Where the rain was relentless outside there was only a drop here and there, the plethora of exotic leaves from the great trees above weakening the rainfall to such a degree. Inside was the humidity and heat though that also did not belong in Gotham, the way Ivy had grown the plants trapped the heat and water inside bringing the Amazons to Central Park.

Leading the women, Ivy showed them to the girls she had gathered at her Sanctuary. Ivy was happy to see the new girl, Mercedes adjusting well, sleeping with the rest as they were around the communal pool. A little girl no older than seven woke up from their walking but Ivy only smiled and waved. The girl, with twigs and a few leaves in her hair, smiled back and went back down to sleep. The women dropped their clothes by a tree, the tree then moving to hang them on a branch to dry – however successful that would be in the humidity.

Harley was still in a fit of tears and so Ivy continued to lead them past the communal pool to the pool that Ivy held for herself. What was once a small hill in Central Park was now a small hike up to a beautiful vine covered pool that looked no bigger than for five people. The vines were blooming pink flowers and decorating the entire border of the pool.

“Come here…” Ivy had cooed and helped ease Harley in the waters, holding her body close once they were in, vines were moved in the water to allow the women to sit calmly and enjoy the warm waters. It helped combat the cold in their veins and hearts after what they had been through tonight.

Selina, left standing at the edge of the pool was once again ignored as the two other women were either comforting each other or fondling one another – it was debatable.

Attributes:

Strength: 3

Dexterity: 9

Intelligence: 6

Knowledge: 5

Charisma: 7

Luck: 3

[Preach]

Ah... I love your introduction... and your formatting... is that a map of Miskatonic University? !! But also !! Amazing!! Barbie you da best

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[Breggo13]

Hum, this seems interesting! As long as you don't mind slight delays, this will be the final RP I engage presently Will get a CS up as soon as I am done with Legends

[TheBarbarian]

Take your time I ain't going anywhere. Delays are fine this RP won't be like sprint rather a marathon.

[Elizabeth16]

Really cool formatting of the first post!!! Good luck!

[CartelSaide]

Um...holy wow. Why aren't people lining up to join this RP yet!? It seems AMAZING!

I wish you lots of luck with this RP, and definitely recommend submitting it for RP of the Week~ *points back up at Preach's lovely links* Have a lovely day ♥

[TheBarbarian]

Thanks for the kind words but as I really want only three people or so and have two interested parties then I think I should be fine.

[Grin]

I will get a CS later tonight...Or maybe on Sunday, if that's okay to you.