forum "Oh thank god, please tell me you're here to rebel." (Private O/O)

Started December 10, 2019 by @Moxie group

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real quick, do we want magicky things?

I'm down but we don't have to?

hjjjdshj i'm just asking so i know whether to add it to the temp. it could be cool with our without man

Yeah sure, let's do it

yknow we could almost maybe factor magic in, as something highly regulated under this government

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oof and we need an age range. late teens early twenties maybe?

Ooh yes, I was thinking about something like that

I was thinking like early twenties so yeah thats a good age range

oh hell yeah. so what kind of dystopian then? uniform-divergent type factioned, not in the same way obviously but
or just…in the future, more militant government and strict rules on magic use and the like?

Maybe the government is really controlling and militant and magic is very strictly regulated, and maybe some forms of magic are societally discriminated against and those magic users are being captured and put in camps and stuff? like a darkest minds kind of thing

ooooo festive. and that fits with my character's abilities, bcs she'd definitely be considered a pariah or even straight up evil if someone found out. this is gonna be so cool

imma try and get her up tonight, but a starter'll have to wait till tomorrow i think, 'cause i gotta get to bed eventually

I'm so excited

yup, I do too, but I'll try and get mine up tonight too

Name: Catori Soua

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pan, maybe, but she's not entirely that sure.

Appearance: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BpUKOaM_hN6_yPuxM3FkFta7ODyMFbFY1l6I759bAow/edit?usp=sharing That first image? That's her. High cheekbones from both her mother's and father's side, a blend of Hopi and Hmong genes that leave her with bronze skin and dark hair. Her hair is cut to midway to the bottom of her shoulderblades, and swaps between varying levels of curl and straight, and is often a pain in the ass to style, but she manages. She's 5' exactly, curvy but hiding muscle from working on machines and things. Covered in scars, has a tattoo on the back of her neck, covering a large scar looking to have come from some sort of blast. Her eyes are a dark brown that catch the light and turn an almost honey color sometimes. However, when light hits them a different way, usually in pictures, they flash red. Always looks immaculate, even when covered in motor oil and grease.

Usual clothing: Best way to describe it? Edgy ho, according to her. Jean shorts, usually high waisted, jeans, leggings, skirts, anything as long as it's got rips or is just slightly 'edgy'. Loves cropped tops and tank tops, and usually wears a leather jacket. Her scars aren't something she tries to hide, usually. Boots? She's in. Adores jewelry but doesn't get to wear it often. Does wear her mother's wedding ring on a cord around her neck.

Personality: Y'know Lancelot? Think that, but with like no moral code. She doesn't care what she has to do, as long as it's for the good of other people. If someone needs help, she'll do anything to help them, risking her own life and well being. It's this whole 'I have nothing to lose, so I'm going to use that to help people who do' complex. Has quite the amount of pent up anger simmering within her that she refuses to acknowledge. Cares about people close to her, though.

Likes: Cartography, mechanics, the smell of car oil, getting into shit and trouble, generally causing trouble, helping other people, and red lipstick. Looking hot, really.

Dislikes: The government entirely. The laws on magic use, apples unless they're cut, vegetables that aren't cooked.

Background: This is. A total mess bcs I have to adapt it to this setting, but when she was younger she and her mother were kidnapped and tortured. They were left for dead, and she was the only one who survived. This caused her to develop that complex of hers, which isn't helped by her weird relationship with and views on death. Her father raised her best he could, and she finally moved out and into the apartment(which she rents with a friend) above a mechanic shop. Has had a few close calls with getting caught, and lives in resentment of the government that actually got her mother killed.

Magic/Abilities: Necrooooooomancy. Mainly, she sees and talks to ghosts. She can, however, summon and bring rise to the dead, or make ghosts near her stronger. It's draining, and too much of it causes horrible nose bleeds and can actually kill her, which she's gotten close to a couple of times. She has to hide it, or she'll be taken in and not be able to take care of her dad.

Other: Has. A pet chicken.

Name: Lucas Tryne
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.at/pin/706783735252331907/ Often described as pretty attractive. His jawline is sharp and angled. His skin tone is dark and his hair is black. It is shaved at the sides and longer and curly at the top. He doesn't usually let his hair grow out that long and he thinks he is long overdue for a haircut. Very white teeth. Small nose, very angled eyebrows. His eyes are a golden hazel. He is very tall and muscular (6 feet).
Usual clothing: Typically just his uniform, or a suit for parties or entertaining political guests. He's been wearing a uniform so long he doesn't know what he would wear casually.
Personality: Condescending. Doesn't know when to shut up sometimes (especially when he is angry). Very smart but very easily bored with things he doesn't like or think are interesting. Hates being told what to do and likes to do everything on his own terms. He's great with people, but he loves to be alone.
Likes: Reading, the idea of family, being alone, coffee, the color blue, sunlight
Dislikes: Loud people, the cold, unnecessary death
Background: His parents were high ranking officials in the government and were killed by rebels when he was very small. They left him a lot of money for a really good education. He was raised by people in the government and rose very quickly through the ranks when he was old enough. Last year, he was the general in a large skirmish and took care of the situation, so he was put in charge. Some government officials have tried to get him to marry someone, but he has refused.
Magic/Abilities: Confers with the earth. He can control it, and control plants. They usually listen to him. They don't have to, but they do. He can speak with the rocks as well, but they don't usually listen
Other: None

(is he okay?)

I???? Love him????????? He’s best boy and Catori’s gonna piss him off so bad on occasion

fhjfdjah omg thank you. I like him and I'm excited to use him

Being hired to work for the people she despised was the last thing Catori had thought would happen when she’d woken up. But here she was, standing in her shop and eyeing the man who’d been the main focus of her despisation lately. Lucas Tryne, local legend and governor. Why he’d been sent over a messenger, she had no clue. What she did know was that Garrett was making faces at him, free from repercussions. The perks of being dead.

“You want me to build something to nullify magic.” She stated, repeating what he’d just said with a tone that made it obvious she wasn’t convinced he wasn’t crazy. “I’m a mechanic. I fix cars, not invent things.” To be fair, all she’d need were vague plans. She was good at what she did. But he didn’t need to know that. There were a lot of things he didn’t need to know, actually, and that was just one of many.

"Oh really?" Lucas looked around the girl's shop. Disgust made his face contort. He turned and fixed his gaze on her."Because I thought I heard that you can do more than that. I thought I heard something that could get you in a lot of trouble. Now you can build this for me and I can forget what I heard, or we can help each other out." His lips twisted into a smile. His head cocked to the side, studying the girl before him. He looked her up and down, not saying anything. He knew of her reputation and knew she was the best for the job. He also had a sneaking suspicion she was the center of it all – all the unrest that had been going on lately. He didn't know what he would do about it yet, but he figured he better keep her close. "Now what do you say, little girl?"

Catori tilted her head, cold brown eyes studying him for a moment, before her own lips lifted into a smile. It was no smile of compliance, though. More a warning, sharp enough to say 'you aren't the only one who knows things'. A smile that made it obvious whatever came out of her mouth next was reckless, but calculated. Words to serve an end goal.

"Fine, then. But if you've really heard that much about me, you'd think you would maybe know my name. I guess you officials can't be expected to know everything, huh?" She asked, the inflection and way she said 'everything' sounding much like she'd have said 'anything' in any other circumstance. Pulling a small wrench from the belt at her waist, she tossed it in the air, catching it. "I'm curious, though. What is this something you think you can hold over me?"

Lucas looked at the girl, studying her. She thought she had something over him. How adorable. Finally, he spoke. “Catori Soua. Twenty years old. Your mother was killed when you were young. The official cause of death is disease. You lived with your father and moved out within a month of turning 18. So much for family,” he tutted, shaking his head. "Shall I go on? Believe me, I can hold quite a bit over you."

“If it makes you feel powerful, then by all means, continue thinking that way.” Catori said with a shrug, stepping past him to search a shelf. Something brushed the shoulder opposite from the one she passed, a faint touch that left a slight chill behind. Garrett, lending her a hand.

Disease wasn’t the thing that killed my mother. Your people should know that. “You say moving out like it’s a bad thing. I brought my father no small amount of strife during my teenage years, constantly getting into trouble. Don’t, ever, insinuate I don’t care about him. When family is all you have, you learn to make choices that benefit them the most. What do you know about that, Lucas Tryne?” He wasn’t the only one who knew things, even if her ways of getting that information were a blend of both more legitimate and less at the same time.

Lucas laughed, incredulous, cruel. "About family? That it's useless. That if you need it, you're weak. It's a cruel world and things happen all the time, accidents happen all the time, so you had better be prepared to deal with them on your own. People let us down, we let people down. It's the way of the world and its not going to change. It was like that far before we were both alive, and it will be like that long after we are dead." He could feel minuscule rumblings of the earth underneath his feet, so barely detectable that only he or someone with a power like his could feel it. It was the earth responding to his anger. It was a reminder to calm down. He let out a breath and pulled down his sleeves. "Now can it be done Ms. Soua, or are we going to have a problem?"

“What a sad way to live. No wonder you’re like this.” Catori commented, the words vague but a definite barbed insult. She stretched, standing on her toes to reach the can of motor oil higher up. None of the top two shelves on any of the shelves in the garage had anything on them. “I’ll give you an attempt at your nullifier, fine. But a word of advice, Mr Tryne? If you want to hold something over someone, to manipulate them, maybe pay attention to their weaknesses. Not something as inconsequential as their mother’s death or leaving the house after coming of age.” She advised, flashing him a cheeky smile over her shoulder as she moved to a table shoved up against the wall in one corner, which was littered with a mess of mechanic things that definitely weren’t the cars she normally worked on. She was baiting him. Playing on the things she could tell made him angry, trying to see if he could snap. No healthy fear of repercussions or authority, it seemed. “Now, anything else you needed, or can I go feed my chicken?”