Dusk

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  1. Male
  2. Female
  3. Nonbinary
  4. Agender
  5. Primarily Prefer Male
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Adventure. Angels and demons. Apocalyptic. Arthurian. Comedy. Dystopian. Fantasy. Historical. Horror. Post-apocalyptic. Romance. Science fiction. Supernatural.
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No one remembers when the world ended. No one even remembers how. All that remains are the legends of the elders and the vast world beneath the waters. Whatever it was that sunk the old world decentralized the new one. Civilizations became scarce and distantly spread, most never interacting with one another. Some float freely above the waves while others remain anchored to the old world. Your home is Luascent, a town built upon a rare peak risen from the water. Aside from its tethered island, there is nothing but endless waves in every direction. However, submerged beneath the waves are the remnants of a foreign mysterious world. Beneath the water, there are resources and history alike, but it isn't the only option. There are other settlements somewhere, and your calling might be across the sea rather than below it.

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Hello! This idea wormed into my head several months ago and it's time I finally make it a reality. This will be a roleplay with the potential to go in several different directions, depending on the characters and their choices. Some for the better and some for the worse. The characters will be inhabitants of the town of Luascent, one of the last known bastions of humanity. It is built branching off a rare island and has prospered as a result of those resources, which are dwindling. While Luascent is a fully functioning town with people of many occupations, the vast majority of inhabitants are fishers, whalers, or divers. With a distinct uptick of demand for the last two in recent years. Technology isn't one-for-one with any real world era, but generally it falls to the late 1800s or early 1900s. If you have any questions or anything I'd prefer you message me directly to save this thread for character sheets.

Since this is currently invite only I'm not making a fancy rules list and keeping it simple.
1. Don't be a dick, follow Iwaku rules. Don't god mode or control other characters. Don't make me regret this please.
2. Semi-realistic artwork or written descriptions for characters preferred. I'm not a stickler but I'd prefer to avoid RL FCs.
3. Relaxed posting speed, relaxed post requirements.
4. Ideally join the Discord I make, otherwise you'll probably be a bit left out.
5. There are mysterious elements to this RP and I am not putting them in the sign-up to preserve that. If you're concerned about anything specific, you can DM me. Otherwise, you've been warned.

Character Sheet:
You can format this in any way you choose. As long as the info is there. Somewhere in the sheet include a goal, desire, or motivation.

Name
Age
Gender
Role (basically, who you are or what you do)
Appearance
Personality
Background
Extras


 
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Iriena Cauthrik, or Rien, is a veteran sailor who has spent most of her 42 years on the sea. Rien was born as the older of two girls in a small tight-knit family, although they were plagued with troubles. Both her mother and younger sister were of sicklier dispositions and Rien took to working with her father while still fresh-faced, taking to the seas before she'd even gotten a real taste of land. Like Rien, her father was captain and owner of an old but devotedly maintained sailing vessel of modest size. As a girl she never considered another path in life, but she does not resent this decision and sailing has become as much a part of her as her skin. The endless sway of a boat her reality.

But rough weather and dangerous storms hardened her already serious demeanour. A life of troubles have left her tired and with no time for nonsense. She has grown to be a decisive woman with a gruff countenance. Despite that, she is supportive and protective of her friends and crew alike, however, she can display a degree of tactlessness in social situations and is known for her blatant honesty. Others might point out the gloomier side of her personality, which she keeps tightly in check. The more sorrowful portion of her personality took hold after the death of her father to a particularly devastating storm near a decade ago, but even that hasn't swayed her from her position. Rather, the tragedy only solidified her determination as a sailor and captain. Rien offers her services to those seeking the open sea, whatever their reasons, and has worked with people of all professions.​




Laen Morring is the grandson of one of the currently seated Councillors. His grandmother has served for over three decades with no intention of quitting anytime soon. It is well known that she was born in the underbelly and her appointment was a rather mysterious affair, which resulted in rumours being thrown at her and a general distaste cast on her family among the upper sphere. At 24, Laen is the baby among her three grandchildren. As a boy, he fell asleep to fables, old stories of ancient times shrouded in as much myth as mystery. These stories filled him with a sense of adventure that has never gone away.

As the youngest, Laen developed a more carefree attitude than either his brother or sister. He grew to be cheerful and optimistic with a touch of mischievousness. Laen has his head in the clouds and is quick to laugh. His light-hearted disposition follows him even into grim situations, and he believes those are the most important times to keep a sunny outlook. He is also, to the dismay of many around him, something of a skirt-chaser.

A decade ago, Laen took up an apprenticeship at the apothecary the maternal side of his family owned. Laen was immediately enchanted by the work and put in his due diligence to earn and keep his place, although he is quick to play off his effort as him having been lucky. Despite enjoying his work, Laen longs for adventure and dreams of faraway lands and places.​
 
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Melusina Lang
NICKNAME(S): Lucy
ROLE: Researcher/Archivist
GENDER: Cis Female
PRONOUNS: She/Her
AGE: 26
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
SEXUALITY: Demisexual
HAIR COLOR: Hazelnut Brown
EYE COLOR: Sea-foam Green
HEIGHT: 5'3
BUILD: Petite, slender
HEALTH CONDITIONS/NOTES: Anxiety/OCD
PERSONALITY: Devoted | Excitable | Trusting | Open Minded | Sensitive | Delicate | Determined | Eager | Hard Working | Hot Headed | Empathetic | Caring | Idealistic | Hopeful | Intelligent | Eccentric | Charming | Neat | Organized
LIKES:
• Aquatic life
• Soaking in warm water
• Reading
• Soup
• Artwork and illustrations
• Light perfumes
• Puzzles
• Flowers
• Nice clothing
• Keeping organized clutter
DISLIKES:
• Loud sudden noises
• Empty rooms
• Silence
• Storms
• Missing socks
• Arguing
• Being talked down to
STRENGTHS:
• Reading/Writing
• Works well under pressure
• Fast Learner
WEAKNESSES:
• OCD
• Overthinking
• Physically weak
• Self doubting
BACKGROUND: Lucy is youngest of five children born to Harold and Patricia Lang and their only daughter. Her parents work as fishermen on the docks and her older brothers work on the docks and as divers as well. Her family is extremely proud of her work and fully supports her, but sometimes have a hard time relating to her. She had few friends growing up and was seen as odd by many of her childhood peers.
EXTRA:

• Organized mess ™️
• Has a huge sweet tooth
• Hates criticism
• Easily embarrassed
• Introverted
• Loves writing letters
• Melusina has devoted her life to her thirst for knowledge and the documentation of ocean life and what lies beneath the surface yet to be discovered. She is on a mission to make a wondrous discovery that will transform her from an odd, bookish girl to a sophisticated woman of history.
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Junot Moreno
NICKNAME(S): N/A
ROLE: Fish Merchant
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
AGE: 34
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic
SEXUALITY: Demisexual
HAIR COLOR: Darkest Brown
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 6'4
BUILD: Jacked, bulky, solid
HEALTH CONDITIONS/NOTES: Depression, PTSD, Alcohol use
PERSONALITY: Quiet | Empathetic | Gloomy | Solemn | Curious | Loyal | Dedicated | Reliable | Focused | Hard Working | Skeptical | Pessimistic | Shy | Irritable | Honest | Distant | Sensitive | Protective | Gruff
LIKES:
• Warm home cooking
• Drinking
• Sitting by the fireplace
• Finishing work early
• Distractions
• Artifacts
• Pubs
DISLIKES:
• Storms
• Swimming
• Nightmares
• Flashbacks
• Feeling lonely
• Awkward situations
STRENGTHS:
• Physically strong
• Jack of all trades
• Has a lot of experience
WEAKNESSES:
• Wounded emotionally
• Has a limp and is often in pain
• Doesn't sleep well
• Drinks often
BACKGROUND:
Junot trained to become a diving explorer for most of his life. He was very close with another girl in his classes growing up and the pair were inseparable from the moment they met. Simone was driven, outgoing and daring, always pushing Junot to be his best. It was no surprise when the two married young, but Simone was disowned by her high class parents for marrying an orphaned street urchin. The couple made a decent life for themselves by recovering relics and exploring underwater caverns for years, enjoying their happy marriage and fulfilling careers. However, almost ten years ago Junot and Simone were attack on a dive by a giant creature. Junot was left with multiple scars, mental and physical, but his dearest wife was killed and pulled into the deep dark depths. Junot searched for months, praying she would be found but she never was.
EXTRA:
• Sad Boi ™️
• Kinda lost tbh
• Drinks to forget
• Intimidated by women
• Kind of awkward now, thanks to his isolation
• Retired early
• Suffers from nightmares
• Afraid to let people get close
• Real meat and potatoes kind of guy
• Junot has been lost in life for a few years now and has been stumbling through each day with a drink in his hand. He's hit the edge of discovery for his love for stories, people, and the warmth of hospitality. Maybe one day he can save up enough coin and open up a pub of his very own, surrounded by a tribe of his closest friends.
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ONYA


Name: Onya Sallow
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Role: Diver

The dauntless diver has been whittled into a fine shape by the relentless beating of the ocean waves. Many salt-stained wind has left her jaundiced skin rough and course, and her build is equally so, not one cell in her body having gone to lay derelict in some fatty deposit. She stands at the unremarkable height of 5'5" with equally unremarkable facial features. She has better things to worry about than chasing delusions of beauty, so the seasoned diver goes entirely free of makeup, jewelry, or any other pretty bauble to hide her common face. She keeps her grey hair in two messy braids at all times.

Personality:

Were it not for her exploration of the ocean depths, and Onya would have been just another nameless face amongst the tepid masses of Luascent. The hardy woman is not associated with a vivacious spirit; rather, she is its antithesis, a sobering rain in the wake of a fire. Onya champions pragmaticism over frivolities at all times. A mindful, frugal spirit has kept her head above water - literally and figuratively - throughout her life, and she has no intentions of pursuing rash decisions or ridiculous passions of the heart. While it is true she possesses a good heart, the woman can be unscrupulous when it comes to self-preservation. She is not above making a less than savory deal if it means putting food on her table.

Background:

There was no mother or father growing up; there was only Auntie, an ancient woman with a line in her withered face for every year she was alive. Auntie raised her and seven other orphans in her pile dwelling at the edge of Luascent. Education was a commodity that ebbed and flowed with Auntie's rapidly deteriorating health, and food came at the behest of sympathetic neighbors and local do-gooders. Onya grew up resentful of many things: resentful of the cold, resentful of ripping crumbs of food from dozens of hands, resentful of begging in the poorest junction of the city, and resentful of her humble upbringing. Poverty was sickness, and it plagued her well into her childhood, continuing even after Auntie finally died.

Onya was sixteen when she joined the diving profession. Warnings about the risks were ignored; a dangerous occupation held little bite to one already poisoned by destitution. She caught on quickly, much to others surprise, and soon she had enough money to leave the tiny pile dwelling behind. She left without so much as a word to her adopted siblings, moving as far away from her former poverty as possible. The simple pleasures in life are enough to soothe her now. There are always meals to be had, and she never again goes cold. Money, such as she'd never seen before, rests in her pockets now, and Onya will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. She is finally beginning to feel something that she'd never dreamed of on those cold nights as a child cradled between the earth and stars.

Happiness.

Extras:

When the funds begin to wane, Onya is not above picking up odd jobs down at the wharf for local fishermen and vendors. Most know to contact her if something is needed. On occasion, she will even fulfill requests from the illegal black market brewing beneath the eyes of law enforcement.

Onya has one adopted sibling she keeps in contact with, an older woman named Tressinus.

Due to lack of space in the city, the woman currently shares a house with another young couple and their mother. Onya stays on the top floor with her own kitchen and amenities while the other family have the bottom floor. The family routinely extends their hospitality to her, but Onya typically declines.

 
ZAIN SUFIAN CHANDA
NICKNAME(S)
Z | Sufi (by his parents)
ROLE
Diver
GENDER
Cis-Male
PRONOUNS
He/Him
AGE
29
BIRTHPLACE
Luascent
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION
Panromantic
SEXUALITY
Pansexual
HAIR COLOR
Brown
EYE COLOR
Light Brown
HEIGHT
6'1
BUILD
Toned & tall
SKIN DETAILS
Scars on bridge of nose and cheek, and quite a bit over his body from diving accidents | Tattoos on his arms and back
OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES
Long eyelashes | Facial hair | Medium-length curly hair (usually tied back)
HEALTH CONDITIONS/NOTES
Smoker | Slightly Claustrophobic | Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
PERSONALITY
Narcissistic | Independent | Determined | Confident | Private | Observant | Defensive | Arrogant | Flirty | Sarcastic | Somewhat Mean and Snobbish | Competitive | Clean | Organized
LIKES
Cool Weather | The Sea | Swimming | Writing | Sketching | Succeeding | Oversized/Breathable Clothing | Non-monogamous Relationships | Getting His Way | Being Challenged
DISLIKES
Midday | When Things Are Easy | Clutter/Disorganization | Crowded Spaces | Unsolicited Physical Contact | Explaining/Repeating Himself | Being Undermined | Being Controlled
STRENGTHS
Quick and Strong Swimmer | Persuasive | Being an Asshole™
WEAKNESSES
Opening Up | His Superiority Complex | Asking for Help
BACKGROUND
Zain is an only child, his parents' miracle child, as they've been trying for so long to have one successful pregnancy. He was special, and so they indulged any and everything the child wanted, at least that of which they could afford. They were both whalers living in the Commons, Zain's father spending most of his time out on the boat, whilst his mother worked to process the carcasses. They've sold enough to be able to live a comfortable life. Zain, however, being spoiled as a child, wanted more as an adult. He saw how the Upper Crust lived and wanted to become them. And he hated the smell of whale guts that stuck to his parents' clothes each night, refusing to learn the trade. He didn't want to be good at something that would get him nowhere in life.

Being a diver, though, afforded good compensation considering how dangerous the job was. Zain was already a relatively good swimmer, but he was determined to become the best. He got a job at a local shop, saved enough money to purchase basic diving gear, and began training, spending months in the water. He sustained a few injuries, but didn't quit until he was hired as a diver. The more he worked, the more he made, being able to purchase quality equipment.

Though his parents were proud, they were somewhat disappointed they didn't have anyone to continue their family's line of whalers. Although Zain is aware of these reservations, he is grateful for them and takes care of them to this day. He resides in the basement of their small home, allowing him to have his some privacy while caring for their home and finances.
EXTRA
• Probably won't like you if you're better than him at something.
• Gets bored with the mundane.
• Writes poetry but will deny it like his and your life depends on it.
• Loves diving but is always somewhat worried he'll get crushed by the pressure of the deep ocean.
"What if I told you none of it was accidental, and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me?"
• Is always seen with a cigarette, but smokes more than usual when he's stressed.
• Will spoil you with gifts and attention (good and bad) if he likes you.
"Getting high on the amber wave, going deep for the ones who do the same."
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CROW QUEEN OF THE UNDERBELLY

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NAME: Tiva Bardot

AGE: Twenty-Nine

GENDER: Cis Female

ROLE: Not just a liar, but a thief as well. (Thief and smuggler or procurer of rare goods)

APPEARANCE: Tiva looks very much like the figure of a woman that mothers warned their male children of. Dangerous. She has a rather intimidating figure, standings tall as 5'9" and even taller when wearing her heeled boots that announce her presence when walking. Her frame is slender but by no means thin with wide hips and thighs strong enough to crush a head. She is by all means well toned and with muscles gained from her excursions. Her skin is naturally brown and scarred, her eyes a darker brown that appears as dark orbs from afar, and her hair long and dark and something she still takes great care of.



PERSONALITY:
Tiva is not to be messed with lest one is looking for trouble or stolen goods. The woman is all business and more play that harms the other person more than it would her. Still, she takes her work seriously and puts complete trust in her clients as long they do the same for her. Should she be betrayed she pays them back, should the client back out, she is closed to business with them for as long as she pleases. Once she makes up her mind, it is impossible to change it. The only one who can change her mind is herself.

Tiva may be menacing, a criminal without regret, as well as selfish, but she has her own moral code she follows. One that includes looking out for "her people" which means her goons and the people who live in the Underbelly. No one likes to look at the weaker people, but she does. It makes her more pretty qualities shine. She is hardworking, strong-willed, sympathetic, and kind when she wants to be.

BACKGROUND: Tiva was born as the daughter of a prostitute, never knowing her real name except for the awful names the men who hired her called her. The woman never held her daughter close and stole any penny from her whenever some fool took a penny on the child, tossing her a coin. Eventually, the woman died, a victim of the very alcohol she found solace in. Tiva might even say that was where her life began.

She started picking pockets and lived in abandoned homes, only moving when the place was deemed unsafe. Her thieving career skyrocketed when she stole from the wrong woman, who caught her in the act. Instead of punishing Tiva, she hired her to do a job for her. The success of the job skyrocketed her career. Half of her earnings she gave back to the people and children in the underbelly who needed it, the other half was for herself and the men and women who asked to work with her.

To expand her her job and communications, she started using crows to deliver messages and receive them. Gaining her the name "The Crow Queen".

EXTRAS:
- Her personal crow is a white crow named Milo who won't stop eating garbage
- Her knife throwing skills are not to be taken lightly
- She does love a challenge
- She never leaves a favor unpaid
 
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