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Red Thunder

A Warrior in a Garden
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  3. Primarily Prefer Male
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Knight resplendent in battle- hardened armor.

Construction worker, lunchbox in hand and covered in dust and sweat.

Scholar bent and twisted from ages confined to a parchment-covered desk almost as old as he.

Space hitchhiker, jacket pock-marked from near misses of laser blasts and meteors.

Ancient god.

Insignificant mouse.

All need a rest. All may find one at the Diner. Cares are left at the door; the Owner, "Ma'am" to her patrons, gives comfort and relaxation. Here, you might meet strangers unimagined. Here, you might speak of and listen to deeds heroic or villainous. Here, you might pour out your heart. Here, you are welcome and safe.

Da good sheet:

-Name
-Age
-Sex
-Description; written and visual is preferable, but only one is required. No anime.
-Personality (include 3 strengths and weaknesses of character [not skills])
-Biography (3 paragraphs)
-Notable skills
-Brief description of your character's setting (anything relevant to your character)
-Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.

Da bad sheet:
-posts are expected once every 1-2 weeks (life always takes priority, and if you have to step away for a time or simply need to not post, don't ghost me. I can't work with what I don't know).
-at least 2 paragraphs per post; please don't toss out a few sentences.
-please have a working knowledge of the English language, and please proofread before posting. Spelling errors and typos happen, but we don't need to struggle through reading a post.
-follow Iwaku general rules.
-don't puppet someone else's character without directly expressed permission.
-you is kind; you is smart; you is important. treat others the same way.
-keep OOC polite and courteous; it won't be good if I have to get involved.
-it would be, like, super weird if it happened, but if things somehow get steamy between characters, take it to a blackout. there will be no warning for this violation.

And that's the skeleton of the thing! We'll start the story with everyone's entry into the Diner for their first time. First post will be- uh, we'll say 11/21. Once I drop an acceptance post on 11/20, I'll get up a discord link, as I enjoy the OOC goofiness that happens there. I'm not going to give a blanket acceptance, but will instead be looking for considered characters.

Thanks, and Godspeed!

@Zarko Straadi @Ur Degaton @Chess Von Checkers @Necropolis @commanderapathy @Nemopedia @Kuno
 
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Nemopedia

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GMT +1/2 | CET/CEST | Random, mostly on my phone
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Genres
Tragedy, Psychological, Historical, Steampunk, Mystery, Thriller, Sci-fi, see tag list for more...
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Louelle Huang

  • Name; Louelle Huang
  • Age; 19
  • Sex; Female
  • Description; Dark slanted eyes and dark straight hair, from her Asian ancestry Louelle inherited these common features along with a roundish face. It makes her appear younger, but also paler.

If one were to ask Louelle what her three best traits are she would say her enthusiasm, endless optimism, and empathy. Louelle knows how to engage with people, knows where to find an opening and enter through it and instantly turns into a new best friend. Not one to give up, if ever, Louelle believes in finding that silver lining and believing that sunshine will come after rain, as sure as that the sun will rise after the night. And if someone is sad? Well, Louelle always has a solution to make the tears go away, either by being brighter, or through food and neither have failed her so far. Other than that Louelle just likes to live well and live right, working hard to achieve her goals and most of all, bring smiles.

If one were to ask what she believes to be her three worst traits Louelle would have a harder time to admit to them. Sensitive to criticism, even to her own, Louelle rather turns her face away from all that tends to bring the mood down. After all, life is to be enjoyed, not to be miserable. And yet Louelle has plenty of times she does feel a little bit depressed, another such ugly word she rather not address, or acknowledge. After all, she can’t be that pitiful when there are so many who are worse off! And so she stubbornly goes on with life and tries to find the best in all, even if she has to bend herself backwards.

Louelle’s life starts out pretty stereotypically for an Asian girl growing up in France. Her parents are immigrants, they moved to Europe in the hopes of pursuing a better future. They opened a store, in their case, a bakery where they specialised in Asian pastries. So Louelle always had something delicious to eat and more to share, though she wasn’t allowed to eat too much, for they favoured a healthy diet. At last; hard work was poured into her from the cradle. Her parents wanted her to do well in life, but above all, they wanted to make sure to sufficiently scare her from harsh labour to do well in school and all other extracurriculars that they put her through. Anything but the harsh lives they had to endure.

So her life was a little shaped by her parents with very little choice of her own. Music lessons on Tuesdays, sports on Thursdays. Saturday nights were for Chinese, so that she wouldn’t lose the ability to speak to the remainder of her relatives. And between that she had to go to school and do her homework and practice her characters, as well as studying her music sheets. Sundays were her only day off, but even then the house of Huang didn’t like wandering souls with nothing to do, or who slept in, so Sundays meant work. Help around the shop, clean up the tables, or roll out the dough. And if she ever complained? Well, it was meant to serve as a warning what was to happen to those who didn’t do well in school.

It should have scared Louelle, and it did. Or not. She isn’t sure, for she enjoys the routine, much more than that she enjoyed the freedom she suddenly gained when entering university. Moving out, being independent. It all went easier than she had expected, but there was a gnawing loneliness within her and a realisation that she didn’t quite know what to do with herself once she was giving her own autonomy over both future and time. A terrifying thought for a girl so young, or a woman still a girl, Louelle wasn’t quite sure how to call herself yet. She just knows that she doesn’t want to go back, but neither does she know how to move on. A very normal question, but a very dire situation.

And then she hadn’t even mentioned that one recurring dream that keeps on haunting her since sixteen. The orange house and all of the cats and then a voice telling her that she didn’t belong. Fine! She doesn’t like orange anyway, and that many tabby cats seemed like a nightmare to her, even if they were supposedly lucky. There was no need to be rude about it, right? Besides, she didn’t invite the dream over, so why was it haunting her anyway? It was the dream that doesn’t belong!

Ask Louelle and she wouldn’t know how to answer. Isn’t everything a skill nowadays? Well, she likes to cheer people up and she has yet to fail to cheer someone up, or to break the ice with anyone. So that is one.

Second, well, she grew up in a bakery. Of course Louelle knows how to roll out some good dough, or knows her basic cakes. There is also always something that she can recommend. She is sure that it will be to their liking as well!

Third… perhaps the fact that she can memorise whole laps of texts in a short amount of time and recite? Or the fact that she can fold her legs into her neck! There is also this thing that she can do with her thumb that freaks people out, and… Well, Louelle is a girl with many hobbies that she has practiced since childhood, accompanied with even more quirks.

The 21st century really isn’t all that interesting. An economic recession here, pandemic there, global warming threatening the world. Really, Louelle is just leaning back and waiting for the next disaster to cross itself on her bingo sheet. Or rather, she tries to ignore it and be her happiest self. What she didn’t expect was someone to come up at her and tell her that she is a witch! Or rather, tell her that she holds magic within in a non-pick-up-line-way. The person in question also described himself as a dragon, which is a terrible tag line to ever give yourself, in real life, or while trying to date. In any case, without even being on the lookout Louelle was suddenly told that she has 1) magic and 2) dragons exist and 3) she is the key to freeing their cursed existence in the body of a human. Talk about a weirdo!

But the guy who claimed it was also the guy she had been seeing in her dreams for three years straight. Three. Years. Straight. Without ever meeting him, and all he ever told her that she didn’t belong. In her dream at least, for now he told her a bunch of other things, but mostly just nonsense she didn’t want to believe. Until her own tabby cat started to talk to her instead of purring.

Oh well, she was in need of a change of pace anyway. Why not?

She woke up to golden eyes peering at her, the words ‘you don’t belong’ haunting her like a whispering echo on her mind. A feeling of unease constricting her chest and the thought of being chased lingering as she slammed the alarm button off, a sigh escaping her with the realisation that it was yet another morning. Morning and dark, as they commonly were in the winter where the sun didn’t rise until late and where class didn’t wait for the sun.

A feeling of dread mixed with general fatigue and exhaustion before she had fled her bed overwhelmed Louelle who wondered what this all was supposed to mean. Why the dream haunted her and why she felt so displaced after the mere eyes of a stranger.

“Hurry,” her mother had told her, pointing at the clock on the wall when she finally came downstairs for her breakfast. “Nineteen years old and still no ounce of responsibility,” came the early criticism as Louelle grabbed herself a baked bun from the display, murmuring a halfhearted ‘good morning’ followed with a ‘I’m leaving’ before she fled the shop in which the first customers already sat. A flurry of ‘take care’ and ‘you can do it’ followed after her accompanied with the occasional remark of ‘good morning’ and ‘the same as ever’ before Louelle had managed to get out of the door without dropping her bag, or herself, continuing her race down to the metro.

The trudge of the morning rush was accompanied with all who had a destination to be. Her own being the university, as the cabin was packed with people like a tin of sardines, elbows poking her in the rib and sometimes nearing her face, and moods similar to that of her own. None seemed to be willing to be there at that moment and at this hour, and yet all of them diligently got on and off the ride to proceed their day. Same old, same cycle. There was the salaryman in the grey suit who could be found everyday on the same ride. On the other side the career woman who balanced dangerously on her heels, but never fell on the dirty floor despite the height.

And then there were the wild curls of Camille who had just gotten on at her stop, waving excitedly towards Louelle, worming her way through the mass. “Guess what?” the female asked when she finally reached and Louelle wondered how someone could have the energy to be so excited so early, though she was grateful for the break in her repetition all the same.

“I have a new boyfriend.” Even without Louelle’s response Camille was quick to fill in as she chatted about her new beau, which, if Louelle had counted right, was the sixth already this semester.

“Oh, please don’t judge too quickly, I promise he is a decent guy,” her friend had proclaimed, and Louelle recalled that Camille had said the same about all of her boyfriends so far.

She gave the guy a week. Less even after they reached the campus and a ‘Camille’ came from the side accompanied with a pair of golden eyes.

Golden familiar eyes that she had seen not even an hour ago when still asleep.

“Meet---”

“David,” she had said without much thought, startling all including herself as Louelle blinked, her morning haze suddenly dispelled as a feeling of dread built up within her.

If she could help it Camille was going to ditch the man today. Today, Louelle promised herself as she turned around and marched into the direction of her faculty building, ignoring the calls from her friend as she rushed off.

‘You don’t belong.’ the words whispered, and this time they were an hiss as golden eyes flared up into something akin to hatred.
 
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Kuno

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Fantasy, Sci fi, Romance, Historical, Modern, Supernatural
JIN CHO
Name: Jin Cho
Age: 28
Sex: Female

Appearance:

Jin is in the best shape of her life. Serving as a security operative for Delta Corps. requires consistent, rigorous training. Her hard work is reflected in the sinewy muscles of her 5’9” boyish build, and the guard takes pride in the power lying in her unassuming frame.

The woman’s fashion focuses on comfort over style. A bit tomboyish, Jin’s makeup is minimal when worn, and the sole piece of jewelry she wears is the ring on her bottom lip. She put blonde highlights in her bangs a year or two ago at the behest of her friend.

Biography:

It takes grit to provide security on long hauls across the cosmos.

The small-town Mars transplant at first didn’t seem like a good fit for Delta Corps on paper. Gangly, soft-spoken, and a little wet under the nose, Jin Cho was originally intended for Orion University to follow in her engineer parents’ footsteps. But Jin had always figured she was better suited for pushing people rather than pens, and it turned out she was right.

She was hired a few days shy of her twentieth birthday, and she started in surveillance: overlooking the ship’s external cameras, checking for brig leaks, etc. A tedious yet advantageous position. A few travels with the company and the higher-ups quickly realized the brawny girl would be better suited in a less desired position: security detail. It would have been easy for a girl like her to get swallowed up in that world. It was hard at first; a physically grueling position, the worst jobs like beast bounties were typically relegated to low ranking members. Turnover for grunts like her was high, and her competitive coworkers were less than welcoming. But Jin pushed through. She kept her head above water long enough to get promoted, and from there she took on the real jobs: personal protection details, cargo watch, and transport.

She tries to take breaks between jobs to visit family on Mars. Her parents still haven’t quite wrapped their heads around the idea of their little girl wrangling thugs and firing guns, so Jin keeps the shop talk away from their kitchen tables. But the vacations never last long. After a month, her itch for action starts up again, and it’s never long before she takes to the cosmos once more, her next adventure dangling from the stars.

Personality:

It takes a bad spirit to dislike Jin. Naturally even-keel, the woman is a cool, calming presence for her more aggressive coworkers. She doesn’t care for idle chat, but she’s more than willing to share the company of others. One could question how a woman like this could constrain dangerous criminals. But the woman has shown the ability to convey extreme aggression in the presence of a threat, and she will not hesitate to show force towards those who need it.

She’s been accused on more than one occasion - and by more than one loved one - of having far too much of a cavalier attitude towards her own personality safety. And it’s true; the woman is a thrill-seeker, and her lackadaisical mindset when it comes to danger can characterize her as reckless. She chooses, a bit selfishly, to live in the moment. But she would willingly give up that moment if it meant saving the life of another.

Notable skills:
  • Kicking ass and taking names.
  • Skilled marksman. Will shoot first then talk.
  • Mediocre ship engineering skills.
  • Gifted softball player.
  • A smattering of knife tricks she picked up in uni.

Brief description of your character's setting:

The year is 2140, and Jin is working security detail with Delta Corps., the largest private sector of military for hire in the galaxy. She just recently signed a long-term contract with Rhodeon, a cargo ship transporting prisoners and seized contraband to the prison satellite station Labyrinth orbiting the edge of Andromeda. The trip will take roughly two years; it’s not uncommon for space pirates or prison breakers to board during stasis, so security details take shifts throughout the journey to strongly deter any attempts to break in.

Writing sample:

Bridgeport Space Station, orbiting Saturn. 2132.

To the rush of people swarming the cylinder confines of Bridgeport, noise was to them as the cries of a babe were to beleaguered mothers. You adapted to it. You grew used to it. Get tired enough, and you even started to ignore it. The blistering chill of space was meted by this social hub of human machination, the human aspect of it not needing to be said. For who else could come up with this bizarre amalgamation of a city, mall, and spaceport in one floating vessel? The metal streets were lined with synthetic plants and giant screens, each emulating a different season, country, or planet at a fleeting touch. Ad drones bounced jauntily above, projecting paid sponsorships across tiles and ceilings alike. Further within, past the constrained arrival gates and the mass of space-weary travelers packing through, crowds flooded through into the Main Atrium. Satellite shops lined the corridors selling every good known to this corner of the galaxy. There wasn’t a corner nor a shadow nor a light that wasn’t occupied by a body.

It made Bridgeport good for hiding in plain sight. No one really stopped long enough to give a crap about those who had.

“Are you finished with your Celeste Fresh meal?”

“In a minute.”

Jin swiped away the A.I. waitress screen prompting her to specify how many more minutes were needed to finish her meal. The bubbly Celeste Fresh theme played, and the woman ignored it, hunching in further over her Martian stew - if you could call it that. Sure, they’d tried their best; but the potatoes were brown, not red...and there was a disturbing lack of eyes floating in the broth. Not really her cup of tea.

She was the only one seated at the bar restaurant along the main tunnel. Just her and the automaton behind the counter to keep her coming. The A.I. was incessantly cheery; she was probably the first customer it had serviced in months. Jin wiped the sweat from her forehead, letting its chirpy questions about a beverage fade away into the background buzz of the station. Truth be told, she needed one; coming out of stasis always left her dehydrated, and the swarm of bodies around her had the skin under her fatigues crawling. The real truth be told, ordinarily she would have stayed on the ship, shore leave bedamned.

But it was March 7th.

Next to her bowl, a FaceComm screen sat ahead of her. Jin put in the required tokens and waited for the server to connect with Mars. An ad played in the interim; something about gilded finishes for your next sublevel spacecraft. Jin spooned a potato in her mouth.

“Celeste Fresh is the best! Would you like to pair our Martian stew with -”

“Quiet, tin can.”

Eventually the transition screen came on; a quick ten second countdown to connection and then…

User did not respond. Please leave a message after the tone.

The recording light came on. Ignoring the flurry of disappointment in her, Jin smoothed the hair back from her face as the screen turned grey. She pretended that there was a face looking back at her from there; a round, cheery face with rosy lips and almond eyes. Maybe bangs; one never knew with her sister. Her looks constantly changed.

The tone sounded, and Jin cleared her throat. The bar stall was about as much privacy as one would get on that bloated space hull. Faces passed, a blur of skin in the wind, and Jin leaned forward. Exhaustion had carved circles under her eyes, and yet she still smiled.

“Hey, baby girl. You’re probably out with Ryan or...I dunno, whoever it is you hang out with nowadays. Listen I um...I- I just wanted to call and check up on you. And tell you, um...Happy birthday. And happy birthday for the next year, and the next year, and the next-”

Jin laughed. “Sorry. I just...sorry, but I’m not going to see you for awhile, I-” Her voice cracked a bit. “I took a job, you see. This one’s for the long haul; five years, they said. I finally got into Delta Corps. So I’m not gonna...”

There was a weighty silence as the years added up, the implications impressing into the woman’s face. Five years of missed birthdays. Five years of a life gone in a flash. Five years, and suddenly her little sister would be older than her.

Jin looked away, tears in her eyes.

“Love you, sis. Tell mom and dad I said the same.”

 
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Red Thunder

A Warrior in a Garden
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Posting Speed
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  2. One post per week
  3. Slow As Molasses
Writing Levels
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  2. Advanced
  3. Prestige
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Male
  2. Female
  3. Primarily Prefer Male
Genres
Fantasy, SciFi, Modern, Magical
Well, since this has had precisely 2 entries, congrats, @Kuno and @Nemopedia ! Louelle and Jin are accepted! I'll DM y'all a discord link here shortly.

For anyone else wanting to apply, please feel free! The nature of the set up allows for characters to come in later, though acceptance will still of course be case-by-case basis.

Thanks, and Godspeed!
 
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Ur Degaton

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-Name: Solomon Adamos

-Age: 30

-Sex: Male

-Personality: Having shown a keen mind at a young age, Solomon is a very curious individual and always wants to know how something works. He does not believe in the supernatural as that would imply it is beyond science. He is also very motivated, willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals. This stems from his belief that only alchemists like himself can save the world from falling to the abyss. Because of this mindset, he can show traits of condensation and arrogance to those he deems to be ignorant or misinformed. His years of living in the hellish ruins of what was once the world has made him virtually fearless to dangerous situations and the notion of death itself. A side effect of this is that he can be overtly aggressive and on guard against most individuals, as he barely has any contact with anyone that isn’t a nightmarish creature of the beyond. His lack of social interaction has led him to having more in common with monsters than his own kind.

-Biography: Solomon Adamos was born to Maximus and Penelope Adamos, two renowned Alchemists of the Kingdom of Oram. Growing up, Solomon exhibited intense interest in the alchemical arts, just like his parents. Because of his keen intelligence, his parents opted to home school him and teach what they deemed necessary. Between the ages of 4-12, Solomon was put through countless study sessions and lectures, steadily improving his understanding of the natural world. It wasn’t until his 12th birthday that everything changed. A cataclysmic event that would wipe out half the planet’s population in a single night. No one is quite sure what happened, but one thing was for certain… The sky was gone.

What was once a night sky, filled with stars and moonlight, was now a black void of all encompassing darkness. The 12 year old Solomon was terrified, unable to fully grasp the gravity of the situation. His parents left the homestead, intent on traveling to the nearest village in search of answers. Despite his pleas for

them not to leave him alone, the two master alchemists knew they had a job to do, and left him in his bedroom, lit only by candlelight… They never returned. Solomon would come to learn a harsh truth that fateful day. That it was the last day he would ever see the sun, and the stars. Armed only with a chemistry set gifted to him for his birthday, his knowledge, and a handful of self lighting candles, the young alchemist would venture out into an unknown and dangerous world.

Solomon would learn the hard way that the world had become a hellish nightmare. Those who cannot sustain a light source and succumbed to the dark, would transform into malicious creatures, hungry for flesh. But Solomon prevailed time and time again. Whether it be hiding, fighting, or outsmarting the eldritch horrors of the shadows, Solomon became a survivor. As he got older his knowledge of alchemy only grew. Eventually turning into a mastery of the art that aids him in his ultimate quest to eventually vanquish the darkness.

-Notable skills: Solomon is a master of Alchemy, or science as others would call it. With it he can do seemingly magical acts such as concocting elixirs with fantastical and supernatural effects, transmuting materials into other forms, and even imbuing objects with thaumaturgic properties. Alchemy blurs the lines between traditional science and magic, transcending traditional rules of thought and application. With the right will and knowledge, one can create anything.

Solomon has also developed a mastery over combative skills during his near two decades of battling the denizens of the void. Weapons like swords, guns, and explosives come easy to him. He’s an expert in fisticuffs, utilizing techniques designed to inflict maximum damage to the enemy with no regard for collateral.

Spending most of his life in near darkness, Solomon’s eyes adapted to the harsh conditions and allow him to see in the near complete absent of light. Though he cannot see in complete darkness.

-Setting: Ever since the world was plunged into eternal darkness, most of the populace who weren’t in the light went through a rapid metamorphosis. Changing them into ferocious monsters of varying size, shape, and form. This unpredictability has led to survivors adopting a chronic state of fear and alertness, especially in Solomon’s case. Light is the only thing standing between survival and damnation, so all survivors use various sources of light to stay alive. Whether it be through fire, electricity, or even bioluminescent flora.

-Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.

Solomon moved down the cobblestone road with deliberation, his metal boots clacking loudly against the decrepit collection of rocks and soil. A lantern hung from his belt, shining much brighter than what any ordinary flame could achieve. On either side of him were the dead trees of a dead forest. Snow fell gently from the abyssal sky, caking the ground and some of the road. Hopefully he would reach his destination before the road was completely covered. He had been traveling for days on end, only occasionally stopping to eat a ration or take a stamina potion, which was the only thing keeping him from the need to sleep. He was on his way to the kingdom of Gren, a once prosperous land that went silent after the light faded. Rumor was told that most of it had survived the apocalypse and was now a safe haven for survivors. Though because of its isolation and very far distance from the other kingdoms, many people didn’t want to risk the trip. But he was willing to make the trek, for the sake of hope. He knew that the country was most likely dead just like the others, but hope was all anyone had left anymore. The gods had abandoned them, and it was up to him to pick up the pieces they left behind.

He eventually came upon a wooden bridge, worn and damaged from the elements. Despite this, he began to cross it with careful and measured steps, avoiding the holes and splintered planks that littered the crossing. He only made it halfway across when a taloned hand reached out from one of the holes and grabbed his ankle. Immediately yanking his leg free, he barely had time to react as something crawled up over the side of the railing and leaped at him. Not wasting any time, Solomon tossed a cloth pouch at the creature, which immediately exploded into a bright light. The attack blinded the monster, which ended up crashing into the opposite railing instead of its intended target. Unsheathing his sword, he slashed at a diagonal angle, bisecting the creature from shoulder to hip. Dark blood splattered across the aged wood of the bridge.

He analyzed the creature, taking in it’s eldritch form. It was humanoid, with dark grey skin that stretched over a burgeoning skeletal system. It had no mouth, and twenty two beady black eyes that covered its face haphazardly. It’s fingers each ended in a three inch bone protrusion. Creature’s like these were among the weaker monsters, but dangerous nonetheless. He sheathed his sword and made his way across the bridge. On the other side he could barely make out the glint of something in the distance. Illusion perhaps? No, they were the tell tale sign of lanterns, beacons of civilization that eased the worries of any who see them. He blinked wearily as he approached the lights, enamored by their multiplicity. Usually settlements only had three or even four lanterns, given how rare oil was. Yet there were hundreds, maybe even thousands lighting up what could only be described as a castle. No, castle doesn’t do it justice, it was more like a city, elevated on a giant stone platform. It’s architecture bordered on impossible, yet here it was. Such a city would’ve been seen for miles away, but given the tall trees and mountains that obscured the sky during his journey, it made since that he wouldn’t have seen it.

Eventually he reached a checkpoint, guarded by two men in heavy looking armor. The armor was very mechanical, with gears and pistons constantly churning and hissing. He did not know the purpose of it, but decided not to ask. Clearing his throat, he spoke to the guards.

“Greetings, I am Solomon Adamos, an alchemist. I was hoping to gain entry to thi-“

Before he could finish his sentence, both of the guards brought up their blunderbusses in a threatening gesture.

“Outsiders are not permitted to enter, leave or suffer the consequences.”

The guards both spoke in unison with scratchy, mechanical voices. It sounded like metal being bashed together to create what surmounted to comprehensible speech. Solomon was caught off guard by this, clearly not expecting the two guards to be automatons. He knew they existed, and had even seen diagrams of different models. But to see them up close was a different story. They were like giant wind-up toys you could command. Perfect soldiers against the abyssal horde. But who created them? And how was such a city built that survived against the dangers of the dark world? He would find his answers, but first, he needed to find a way in.
 
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A Warrior in a Garden
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  2. One post per week
  3. Slow As Molasses
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  2. Advanced
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  2. Female
  3. Primarily Prefer Male
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-Name: Solomon Adamos

-Age: 30

-Sex: Male

-Personality: Having shown a keen mind at a young age, Solomon is a very curious individual and always wants to know how something works. He does not believe in the supernatural as that would imply it is beyond science. He is also very motivated, willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals. This stems from his belief that only alchemists like himself can save the world from falling to the abyss. Because of this mindset, he can show traits of condensation and arrogance to those he deems to be ignorant or misinformed. His years of living in the hellish ruins of what was once the world has made him virtually fearless to dangerous situations and the notion of death itself. A side effect of this is that he can be overtly aggressive and on guard against most individuals, as he barely has any contact with anyone that isn’t a nightmarish creature of the beyond. His lack of social interaction has led him to having more in common with monsters than his own kind.

-Biography: Solomon Adamos was born to Maximus and Penelope Adamos, two renowned Alchemists of the Kingdom of Oram. Growing up, Solomon exhibited intense interest in the alchemical arts, just like his parents. Because of his keen intelligence, his parents opted to home school him and teach what they deemed necessary. Between the ages of 4-12, Solomon was put through countless study sessions and lectures, steadily improving his understanding of the natural world. It wasn’t until his 12th birthday that everything changed. A cataclysmic event that would wipe out half the planet’s population in a single night. No one is quite sure what happened, but one thing was for certain… The sky was gone.

What was once a night sky, filled with stars and moonlight, was now a black void of all encompassing darkness. The 12 year old Solomon was terrified, unable to fully grasp the gravity of the situation. His parents left the homestead, intent on traveling to the nearest village in search of answers. Despite his pleas for

them not to leave him alone, the two master alchemists knew they had a job to do, and left him in his bedroom, lit only by candlelight… They never returned. Solomon would come to learn a harsh truth that fateful day. That it was the last day he would ever see the sun, and the stars. Armed only with a chemistry set gifted to him for his birthday, his knowledge, and a handful of self lighting candles, the young alchemist would venture out into an unknown and dangerous world.

Solomon would learn the hard way that the world had become a hellish nightmare. Those who cannot sustain a light source and succumbed to the dark, would transform into malicious creatures, hungry for flesh. But Solomon prevailed time and time again. Whether it be hiding, fighting, or outsmarting the eldritch horrors of the shadows, Solomon became a survivor. As he got older his knowledge of alchemy only grew. Eventually turning into a mastery of the art that aids him in his ultimate quest to eventually vanquish the darkness.

-Notable skills: Solomon is a master of Alchemy, or science as others would call it. With it he can do seemingly magical acts such as concocting elixirs with fantastical and supernatural effects, transmuting materials into other forms, and even imbuing objects with thaumaturgic properties. Alchemy blurs the lines between traditional science and magic, transcending traditional rules of thought and application. With the right will and knowledge, one can create anything.

Solomon has also developed a mastery over combative skills during his near two decades of battling the denizens of the void. Weapons like swords, guns, and explosives come easy to him. He’s an expert in fisticuffs, utilizing techniques designed to inflict maximum damage to the enemy with no regard for collateral.

Spending most of his life in near darkness, Solomon’s eyes adapted to the harsh conditions and allow him to see in the near complete absent of light. Though he cannot see in complete darkness.

-Setting: Ever since the world was plunged into eternal darkness, most of the populace who weren’t in the light went through a rapid metamorphosis. Changing them into ferocious monsters of varying size, shape, and form. This unpredictability has led to survivors adopting a chronic state of fear and alertness, especially in Solomon’s case. Light is the only thing standing between survival and damnation, so all survivors use various sources of light to stay alive. Whether it be through fire, electricity, or even bioluminescent flora.

-Writing sample (the most favorite!); write 5 paragraphs about the most significant event your character has experienced in their life, no matter how minor or major.

Solomon moved down the cobblestone road with deliberation, his metal boots clacking loudly against the decrepit collection of rocks and soil. A lantern hung from his belt, shining much brighter than what any ordinary flame could achieve. On either side of him were the dead trees of a dead forest. Snow fell gently from the abyssal sky, caking the ground and some of the road. Hopefully he would reach his destination before the road was completely covered. He had been traveling for days on end, only occasionally stopping to eat a ration or take a stamina potion, which was the only thing keeping him from the need to sleep. He was on his way to the kingdom of Gren, a once prosperous land that went silent after the light faded. Rumor was told that most of it had survived the apocalypse and was now a safe haven for survivors. Though because of its isolation and very far distance from the other kingdoms, many people didn’t want to risk the trip. But he was willing to make the trek, for the sake of hope. He knew that the country was most likely dead just like the others, but hope was all anyone had left anymore. The gods had abandoned them, and it was up to him to pick up the pieces they left behind.

He eventually came upon a wooden bridge, worn and damaged from the elements. Despite this, he began to cross it with careful and measured steps, avoiding the holes and splintered planks that littered the crossing. He only made it halfway across when a taloned hand reached out from one of the holes and grabbed his ankle. Immediately yanking his leg free, he barely had time to react as something crawled up over the side of the railing and leaped at him. Not wasting any time, Solomon tossed a cloth pouch at the creature, which immediately exploded into a bright light. The attack blinded the monster, which ended up crashing into the opposite railing instead of its intended target. Unsheathing his sword, he slashed at a diagonal angle, bisecting the creature from shoulder to hip. Dark blood splattered across the aged wood of the bridge.

He analyzed the creature, taking in it’s eldritch form. It was humanoid, with dark grey skin that stretched over a burgeoning skeletal system. It had no mouth, and twenty two beady black eyes that covered its face haphazardly. It’s fingers each ended in a three inch bone protrusion. Creature’s like these were among the weaker monsters, but dangerous nonetheless. He sheathed his sword and made his way across the bridge. On the other side he could barely make out the glint of something in the distance. Illusion perhaps? No, they were the tell tale sign of lanterns, beacons of civilization that eased the worries of any who see them. He blinked wearily as he approached the lights, enamored by their multiplicity. Usually settlements only had three or even four lanterns, given how rare oil was. Yet there were hundreds, maybe even thousands lighting up what could only be described as a castle. No, castle doesn’t do it justice, it was more like a city, elevated on a giant stone platform. It’s architecture bordered on impossible, yet here it was. Such a city would’ve been seen for miles away, but given the tall trees and mountains that obscured the sky during his journey, it made since that he wouldn’t have seen it.

Eventually he reached a checkpoint, guarded by two men in heavy looking armor. The armor was very mechanical, with gears and pistons constantly churning and hissing. He did not know the purpose of it, but decided not to ask. Clearing his throat, he spoke to the guards.

“Greetings, I am Solomon Adamos, an alchemist. I was hoping to gain entry to thi-“

Before he could finish his sentence, both of the guards brought up their blunderbusses in a threatening gesture.

“Outsiders are not permitted to enter, leave or suffer the consequences.”

The guards both spoke in unison with scratchy, mechanical voices. It sounded like metal being bashed together to create what surmounted to comprehensible speech. Solomon was caught off guard by this, clearly not expecting the two guards to be automatons. He knew they existed, and had even seen diagrams of different models. But to see them up close was a different story. They were like giant wind-up toys you could command. Perfect soldiers against the abyssal horde. But who created them? And how was such a city built that survived against the dangers of the dark world? He would find his answers, but first, he needed to find a way in.
Approved! Discord link on the way!