@croccin-champagne
Welcome to the Euphorion Star System. In the orbit party 4000, Earth's missions to other solar systems and galaxies have long since been successful, and humans are scattered all over cosmic spiraly-whirly after cosmic spiraly-whirly. Euphorion is one of the best examples of this, a close ally of the Milky Way and major trade export. Despite inter-species scuffles, issues, and even wars, the Stars are as peaceful as they can be.
Or, they were, at least. Exactly two orbit parties ago, sixteen orbit party old Morrigan Cadeyrn, the heir to Euphorion's Throne, was kidnapped. And that's when things went downhill. Lost in grief, the King allowed most of his decisions to his advisers, quite a few of whom had nobody's interests at heart but their own.
Now eighteen, the missing Princess is believed dead, and has become somewhat of a legend, still whispered about on the streets. Only, she isn't dead.
Making her way about the Star System, Morrigan has been alluding everyone from the police to her kidnappers, as a criminal, runaway, and troublemaker. When she's caught by the captain of the ship she's been stowing away on, The Harbinger, she realizes that it's about time she reclaimed her place on the Throne, for the sake of the Star System, and to prevent the impending wars between planets that are brewing.
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No OP characters, or I will defenestrate your ass outta here before you can say 'this bitch empty'. I can't stand invincible characters, man.
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Proper grammar, punctuation, and capitalization, please. I can get making a few happy little accidents, when you're on low battery, or English ain't your first language(It's mine, and even I have my issues), but if it's too common a thing, it irks the heck outta me. Call me a bitch, but hey.
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Slurs, homophobia, transphobia, rascism, sexism, anything that ends in -ism and that harms or promotes the harm of other people will not be tolerated. See my first threat.
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Detailed-ish responses, please. Think three or more sentences. To keep it going.
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I have the full right to add and edit this list. I also have the right to foot helmet you if you're causing too many problems.
I know what you're brain brewing. Hey, aren't you supposed to be grinding gears to keep from failing three classes, and probably shouldn't be starting up yet another roleplay with a shitty plot? And the answer is yes, yes I am.
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Name: Morrigan "Cade" Cadeyrn
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Choppily cut dark red hair to a little below her shoulders, that blazes like a fire in direct sunlight. Lighter skin, can tan, but it takes a lot of work, so she never really bothered. Bruises hella easy though. Smattering of freckles on her cheeks and nose. Her right grabby limb has been replaced by a mechanical prosthetic(think Shiro, from VLD, if you must.), and there are visible scars on her shoulder where it was attached. Covered in various scars. 5'4, and still has some of the natural curves she inherited, though she's developed more wiry muscle as a result of malnourishment. Her peepers are an extremely light golden-brown that, when she uses her abilities, turns more to the gold side.
Usual Outfit: An olive green army jacket, rolls the sleeves up when she needs to or feels like it, but prefers keeping them down to hide her grabby limb. A black camisole-like top, and ripped blue jeans, tucked into old black combat foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers. Her jeans have spots of grease stains and soot, like she'd wiped her palms off after sticking her hands into a fire place. The only thing she managed to keep during her days as a prisoner was the coin-like pendant on a leather cord, a gift from her mother before she died. She never takes it off now. Wears a pair of finger less black leather hand socks, and keeps a handgun tucked into the waistband of her jeans, and a few stabby sticks in her jacket and foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers.
Personality: She used to be an incredibly bubbly and happy girl, but the past two orbit parties have, understandably, taken their toll on her. She's more cynical and jaded now, and mysterious when it comes to her past. Loves playing Moral Roulette. Seems to have lost her sense of self-preservation somewhere along the line, resulting in fairly reckless behavior.
Likes: Her rooty tooty point-n-shooty, anything and everything about the stars, fire, spicy mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), a good fight, pulling off an escape, black bean soup.
Dislikes: Too-sweet things, being alone, not being able to see, elixir of tranquility, any mentions of Eiriosis(a fictional disease, but real in this 'universe').
Magic(if applicable): She's descended from a species that can withstand extreme heat, and basically turn themselves into beings of fire. This has materialized in pyrokinesis, but it saps her energy if used too much, and is incredibly hard to control.
Backstory: Her family was incredibly close, something that was somewhat odd for a royal family. Her mother contracted Eiriosis when Morrigan was twelve, and passed away two orbit parties later. Her death brought Morrigan and her father closer, instead of pushing them apart. When Morrigan was sixteen, she was kidnapped by one of the new servants, and held captive for a orbit party and a half before managing to escape.
Fears: Losing someone she loves to Eiriosis, like she did her mother. Being caught by the people she's pacing the race from. Losing control.
Other: Trigger happy might be an understatement.