forum Nothing is permanent but our people -- 1x1

Started June 18, 2019 by vclandvla

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Please have decent grammar and spelling. I'm mostly looking for a roleplay set in Tourmaline (see my locations) after the War of Storms basically wrecked the entire continent. So yeah, if that sounds interesting to you, please reply here!

I’m interested! But I can’t see your locations/information on Tourmaline

Hmm, let me try to fix that, I don't know why that is

I'm assuming all your pages are private. Just switch them to public and it should work

Aha now I see it!

Thanks, Caustic_Fraust!

Oo Tourmaline sounds so cool

Thank you! Would you be interested in roleplaying in it?

I’m interested in roleplaying it!

Ok, I have several ideas.

1. Children of Light: a charity organization founded by the University of Tourmaline that works toward repairing the damage done to Tourmaline. Our characters could meet while participating in the Children of Light and we could go from there.
2. There are some Ridgewing descendants left in Tourmaline who live very hard lives because of their ancestry and the history of conflict between the two continents. We could explore what their lives are like in the roleplay.

If you want to do one of these or have any suggestions, please tell me!

Hmm the character I have in mind would probably go really well in Plot 2

Cool! Can you post a link to the character page/post a description or something, and I'll post my character after?

Sure! It’ll be several minutes because I like being in depth with my characters but I’ll get it up sometime soon tonight!

ok! I love that you like detail and depth in your characters! it's getting near bedtime for me so I probably won't respond today but mine should be up tomorrow!

Oke doke! I’ll probably be wading to bed soon too

Conifer Finch is an ambitious 19 year old male with an insatiable need to read and research. He does what he can physically, but the loss of his left arm just beneath the shoulder limited the amount of dexterous help he can offer in the group. He throws himself into history, endlessly searching for books published before the war. He has a natural talent for writing, but doesn’t motivate himself to write, only research. He’s got a fascination with bugs and little critters, documenting them in the pitiful notebook he carries everywhere (he usually drops it).He has a very lean and skinny body type, and a dark olive skin tone with brown almost black hair and dark green eyes. He keeps his hair a medium length to the nape of his neck, but he usually pulls it back out of his face with a string.

Here she is, still working out some aspects but this should be a good start. Do you want to make the first post or shall I?

Hmm Could you start please?

As she coughed and her chest sang with pain, Aria reflected that objectively speaking, transferring from the Vivace Conservatory to the University was possibly the worst decision she'd ever made. She now owed two years of her life to the Children of Light, which she would spend outside, with filtering technology far less advanced than those used in buildings. But over the past four months of her service, she'd found herself not regretting the decision at all. She'd decided that she couldn't complain, not when her family and millions of others did not even have the protection she'd been offered, not when she had helped so many people and seen the pain and fatigue on their faces. Tourmaline would not heal on its own; it was better that she pay the price now than die anyway and leave the future generations to do the same. As the coughing subsided, Aria stirred a small pot of soup, just enough to provide for her and Conifer. Most of the supplies they'd brought along would go to the town once they arrived tomorrow.

At that thought, Aria's breath caught in her throat. She'd last seen her family on the outskirts of the town over six years ago. Who knew if they were still there, or if they'd died or been driven away? She repeated that to herself, not wanting to get her hopes up, but she still found herself filled with an unusual excited energy. Hopefully that would go away soon so she could get a good night's sleep tonight. She ladled the soup into two bowls and set them down, then checked to make sure her sleeves covered her arms before finally calling out for Conifer. "It's done! We can eat!"

Conifer poked his head out of their shelter tent, “Yum..what kind of soup is for tonight?” He sank down beside her with a bowl cradled in his hand. He lifted it up to taste it, “Mm..still a mystery. Do you have a spoon?”
Conifer lost his arm several years ago when amputation wasn’t as fatal. He didn’t talk about it or the situation very much, instead opting to make light of the situation. After several years, he’d learned to live with it, so he wasn’t going to complain.