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Post by st rowan on Nov 25, 2023 3:17:31 GMT -5
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Port-au-Feu squats where the Uroboros River meets the Gulf of Pyrre in the Bijou Bay. With a train station connecting the port to most of the continent, it serves as the heart of foreign trade and travel for inland communities. The land to the north, desert plains; to the east, dense forest; to the west, brackish swamp. The gulf opens in the southeast through the Saccaea Strait, while a perpetually frozen mountain range separates the land of its southwest border. Import taxes and tolls fund the harbor's local populationโor at least, the local upper-crust. At its heart, Port-au-Feu is a city of high class and high corruption: the prevalence of smuggling, trafficking, and embezzlement are open secrets. So, too, does the night life thrive; prostitution and gambling entertain locals and travelers alike. Everyone is equal in sin.
Port-au-Feu is divided into quarters. The docks make up the southern portion, bustling with merchants and sea-weary travelers. Local fishermen know better than to get in the way, instead making their expeditions further down the beach. Wealth bleeds through the northwest, slicing out from townhomes near the city center to scattered and sprawling estates that splatter the countryside, encroaching on unnaturally dark swampland. The old town sits cobbled in the east, boundaries blurring in its southernmost corner with the red light district. Only the seediest of operations are segregated here by the cityโs few regulations. At the center of the city lays a grand marketplace selling anything your heart could desireโand money is not the only accepted currency. A cluster of churches in the north offer penance from whichever god you prefer. Port-au-Feu is small but densely packed, with an inn on every street corner. The local population is drastically outnumbered by travelers, and those who do reside full time have deep familial ties to the area. Everybody knows each other and their histories. Despite plenty of in-fighting, they form a tightly knit community that knows how to keep a secret.
Your characters are in the city, either living or passing through, for their own reasons. What will bring them together?
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Post by st rowan on Nov 25, 2023 3:17:50 GMT -5
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๐ โข Pick a method of indicating OOC text to commit to; common examples include (โฆ) ((โฆ)) [โฆ] or using a different font/color โข You donโt have to wait for everyone to post before you respond to an interaction, but try not to get too far ahead โข A short, simple post is always better than not posting at all โข Giving your character a fun gimmick can help with writers block and undercooked concepts โข You can have as many characters as you want, but donโt take on too much! โข Try not to overthink it, weโre all cringe here
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Post by st rowan on Nov 25, 2023 3:18:12 GMT -5
๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐ช๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ Myzuki Kawakami || Unclear || She/They || Monsterfucker || "Willowy" would be a good descriptor if the willow tree in question had barely survived a blight. Myzuki is 6'6" and underweight, with scarred and pockmarked skin that has a greyish, almost purple hue. Her silver hair is shaved on both sides and quite long on top, but nearly always tied up in a tight ponytail. Her eyes are a foggy blueish-white, though typically hidden behind a circular pair of dark glasses. Myzuki is never seen without a black cane and a hefty medical bag--aged black leather with mysterious stains, just like her boots and gloves and trench coat and the ringed collar around her neck. A small collection of jewel toned trousers and vests are the only variables in her day-to-day appearance, though even these probably aren't washed often enough. A smell tends to linger: a combination of dirt, blood, ichor, and incense. A crow is always in the vicinity, if not resting on her shoulder, and the two seem to have some form of silent communication between them. || Autism Myzuki is hard to read. Her presence can be off-putting and sheโs not likely to pick up on the discomfort. As a foreigner, some blame cultural differences, but anyone with a similar background would know this is not the case. || Myzuki is new to the area. She is most often seen at night, alone, though she also frequents various supply shops and has a growing reputation for asking strangers about some sort of mirror. || N/A || ย Spotify Playlistย || Rowan Caryophyllales, Pinophyta (Pyne) || Exact age unknown, approximately 25-30 || He/Him || Queer || Pale, thin, 5โ10โ with: white eyes, long dark brown hair, pointed ears. Delicate shaded glasses hide the manโs (Man? Is he a man? Itโs hard to tell) blank eyes, which can see just fine. Enjoys fine clothing of both traditional genders, and cigarettes. He wears clothing that is classy or historic, frequently accompanied by a notebook and pen. And never seen without a specific gold ring on his right middle finger || Generally approachable, though emotionally blank, frequently distracted by seemingly banal details, and with an odd vocabulary || Little is known about this newcomer. Other than that they came to Port-au-Feu not intending to stay, with a briefcase of an unrecognizable shape. He is currently staying in an inn in the South-East, for now. Troubling economic circumstances throw their housing into question. Frequently spotted walking into the westward Swampland at dusk, with the same case || N/A || ย || Lawrence Dr. Lucian Hart || Physically appears to be around early to mid-twenties || He/they || Unknown Sexuality || Medium ashen complexion. 5'7 and average build. Dark brown eyes. Dirty blonde shoulder-length hair that he appears to cut into a choppy style himself. He wears rectangular glasses with black wire frames, and sports a fully healed white scar across the length of his neck. || On first impression, Lucian appears to be concerned only with the pursuit of knowledge. He cares little about others' perceptions of him, lending his time to those who can help him achieve his goals and few others. One may get the impression that he is only tolerating conversation begrudgingly, and would like to get to the point as soon as possible. Though never outright rude, their interactions with others can be described as 'quick.' If one has their full attention, something scholarly must be being discussed. He can often be seen in a dark brown leather jacket and carrying a messenger bag that is much heavier than it looks. || Rumor has it that he is in Port-au-Feu for something he has long been searching for, though who knows what it could be? || As little as possible || N/A || Damsel
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Post by st rowan on Nov 25, 2023 3:18:32 GMT -5
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Post by st rowan on Nov 25, 2023 3:18:48 GMT -5
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Post by st rowan on Dec 4, 2023 5:29:34 GMT -5
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Post by lawrence howell on Dec 11, 2023 16:06:14 GMT -5
Caryophyllales, Pinophyta (Pyne). Exact age unknown, approximately 25-30. He/Him, Queer. Pale, thin, 5โ10โ with: white eyes, long dark brown hair, pointed ears. Delicate shaded glasses hide the manโs (Man? Is he a man? Itโs hard to tell) blank eyes, which can see just fine. Enjoys fine clothing of both traditional genders, and cigarettes. He wears clothing that are classy or historic, frequently accompanied by a notebook and pen. And never seen without a specific gold ring on his right middle finger. Generally approachable, though emotionally blank, and frequently distracted by seemingly banal details. Sporting an odd vocabulary and social skills that leave much to be desired, little is known about this newcomer. Other than that they came to Port-au-Feu not intending to stay, with a briefcase of an unrecognizable shape. He is currently staying in an inn in the South-East, for now. Troubling economic circumstances throws his housing into question. Frequently spotted walking into the westward Swampland at dusk, with the same case. Fanart to come, once finals have released me from their grip.
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Post by pri0rity on Dec 24, 2023 2:09:01 GMT -5
Dr. Lucian Hart || Physically appears to be around early to mid-twenties || He/they || Unknown Sexuality || Medium ashen complexion. 5'7 and average build. Dark brown eyes. Dirty blonde shoulder-length hair that he appears to cut into a choppy style himself. He wears rectangular glasses with black wire frames, and sports a fully healed white scar across the length of his neck. || On first impression, Lucian appears to be concerned only with the pursuit of knowledge. He cares little about others' perceptions of him, lending his time to those who can help him achieve his goals and few others. One may get the impression that he is only tolerating conversation begrudgingly, and would like to get to the point as soon as possible. Though never outright rude, their interactions with others can be described as 'quick.' If one has their full attention, something scholarly must be being discussed. He can often be seen in a dark brown leather jacket and carrying a messenger bag that is much heavier than it looks. || Rumor has it that he is in Port-au-Feu for something he has long been searching for, though who knows what it could be? || As little as possible (N/A) ||
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