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Name: Heather Sette
Age: 18
Height: 5'
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She, her
User ID: 50
Personality: ISFJ Near constant anxious energy but super friendly and chatty. She acts like a scatterbrained klutz, and tries to laugh off any mistakes she makes. Which seems to conflict with her strong sense of responsibility.
She doesn't let the guilt get to her though, dropping her regrets once she makes an honest apology. She is also rather quick to forgive others, if they say they're sorry she believes them and lets go of the resentment. That goes the other way as well though, if she feels slighted and no apology is made, she doesn't feel the need to forgive.
She struggles to stay aligned with her own values while putting the cares and desires of others ahead of her own. If you're someone she cares about she'll do practically anything to keep you happy and healthy. Which is a source of stress for her.
She goes out of her way to make people feel good. Giving them just what they need when they need it. She is intensely loyal and will fight tooth and nail for the people she loves. It would be best to avoid threatening the people she cares about, she's far less forgiving when it comes to their safety.
** She will quite regularly disappear/wander off and do her own thing, without fully explaining where she been. Returning with a surprise gift for someone is usually all the excuse she needs. (Because I'm gonna be sporadic in when I can RP
) **
Backstory: As usual it's quite sparse at the moment, but her mother is in the hospital and terribly ill, her father works three jobs and she rarely sees him. She is in grade 12 and works most days after school and over the weekend to help pay for medical bills, and rent.
Picture/Description: Based her off of a flying fish. She has fins on her hip bones that spread out to hold her mid-weight while gliding, and fins that attach at her shoulder and along the back of her upper arm. At her elbow there is a bone that extends down to her wrist that is not attached to her lower arm and that's what the rest of her wing-fin is attached to.
I'll draw a picture at some point.
Username: @Rose Quartz
Other (weaknesses, habits, or special abilities):
Weakness: extreme temperatures especially heat. She's not actually a fish, but has a difficult time regulating her internal temperature.
Abilities: Can glide from high places, and is an excellent speedy quick swimmer. Also has a mild electroreception ability, basically a Spidey sense for people who get inside her bubble. It's very close range though. Maybe a bit further if she were under water. So, for example if she were hugging someone, she might be able to tell from their heart rate how they're feeling. Or if someone is sneaking up on her she'd probably feel their presence a split second before they actually hit her. It works for people, not things, so booby traps she wouldn't be able to sense.
Age: 18
Height: 5'
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She, her
User ID: 50
Personality: ISFJ Near constant anxious energy but super friendly and chatty. She acts like a scatterbrained klutz, and tries to laugh off any mistakes she makes. Which seems to conflict with her strong sense of responsibility.
She doesn't let the guilt get to her though, dropping her regrets once she makes an honest apology. She is also rather quick to forgive others, if they say they're sorry she believes them and lets go of the resentment. That goes the other way as well though, if she feels slighted and no apology is made, she doesn't feel the need to forgive.
She struggles to stay aligned with her own values while putting the cares and desires of others ahead of her own. If you're someone she cares about she'll do practically anything to keep you happy and healthy. Which is a source of stress for her.
She goes out of her way to make people feel good. Giving them just what they need when they need it. She is intensely loyal and will fight tooth and nail for the people she loves. It would be best to avoid threatening the people she cares about, she's far less forgiving when it comes to their safety.
** She will quite regularly disappear/wander off and do her own thing, without fully explaining where she been. Returning with a surprise gift for someone is usually all the excuse she needs. (Because I'm gonna be sporadic in when I can RP
) **Backstory: As usual it's quite sparse at the moment, but her mother is in the hospital and terribly ill, her father works three jobs and she rarely sees him. She is in grade 12 and works most days after school and over the weekend to help pay for medical bills, and rent.
Picture/Description: Based her off of a flying fish. She has fins on her hip bones that spread out to hold her mid-weight while gliding, and fins that attach at her shoulder and along the back of her upper arm. At her elbow there is a bone that extends down to her wrist that is not attached to her lower arm and that's what the rest of her wing-fin is attached to.
I'll draw a picture at some point.
Username: @Rose Quartz
Other (weaknesses, habits, or special abilities):
Weakness: extreme temperatures especially heat. She's not actually a fish, but has a difficult time regulating her internal temperature.
Abilities: Can glide from high places, and is an excellent speedy quick swimmer. Also has a mild electroreception ability, basically a Spidey sense for people who get inside her bubble. It's very close range though. Maybe a bit further if she were under water. So, for example if she were hugging someone, she might be able to tell from their heart rate how they're feeling. Or if someone is sneaking up on her she'd probably feel their presence a split second before they actually hit her. It works for people, not things, so booby traps she wouldn't be able to sense.
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(aaAAAAA I love herrrr)Name: Heather Sette
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She, her
User ID: 50
Personality: ISFJ Near constant anxious energy but super friendly and chatty. She acts like a scatterbrained klutz, and tries to laugh off any mistakes she makes. Which seems to conflict with her strong sense of responsibility.
She doesn't let the guilt get to her though, dropping her regrets once she makes an honest apology. She is also rather quick to forgive others, if they say they're sorry she believes them and lets go of the resentment. That goes the other way as well though, if she feels slighted and no apology is made, she doesn't feel the need to forgive.
She struggles to stay aligned with her own values while putting the cares and desires of others ahead of her own. If you're someone she cares about she'll do practically anything to keep you happy and healthy. Which is a source of stress for her.
She goes out of her way to make people feel good. Giving them just what they need when they need it. She is intensely loyal and will fight tooth and nail for the people she loves. It would be best to avoid threatening the people she cares about, she's far less forgiving when it comes to their safety.
** She will quite regularly disappear/wander off and do her own thing, without fully explaining where she been. Returning with a surprise gift for someone is usually all the excuse she needs. (Because I'm gonna be sporadic in when I can RP
Backstory: As usual it's quite sparse at the moment, but her mother is in the hospital and terribly ill, her father works three jobs and she rarely sees him. She is in grade 12 and works most days after school and over the weekend to help pay for medical bills, and rent.
Picture/Description: Based her off of a flying fish. She has fins on her hip bones that spread out to hold her mid-weight while gliding, and fins that attach at her shoulder and along the back of her upper arm. At her elbow there is a bone that extends down to her wrist that is not attached to her lower arm and that's what the rest of her wing-fin is attached to.
I'll draw a picture at some point.
Username: @Rose Quartz
Other (weaknesses, habits, or special abilities):
Weakness: extreme temperatures especially heat. She's not actually a fish, but has a difficult time regulating her internal temperature.
Abilities: Can glide from high places, and is an excellent speedy quick swimmer. Also has a mild electroreception ability, basically a Spidey sense for people who get inside her bubble. It's very close range though. Maybe a bit further if she were under water. So, for example if she were hugging someone, she might be able to tell from their heart rate how they're feeling. Or if someone is sneaking up on her she'd probably feel their presence a split second before they actually hit her. It works for people, not things, so booby traps she wouldn't be able to sense.
( XD I'm hoping I'll be able to play her decently.)
Name: Sphagnum
Age: Impossible to perceive, but has been vibing in human society for about three decades.
Gender: None. Whatever gave you the notion that they're obligated to confine themselves to an overrated human social construct?
Pronouns: None specified. Whatever others choose to use will work. Most of the time. And, wait, were you even given referral rights?
User ID: 1
Personality:
A true neutral chaotic maniac, yet operates with elegant flourish. Doesn't seem to have the capacity to experience any particularly adverse emotion, in either direction. Extremely confident in its own ability to preserve itself and remain elevated above everything in the process. The egocentrism hasn't yet encountered any limitations.
Can and will instigate discord for amusement. Thrives off of mayhem and gets the biggest kicks out of impediments. Quite intrigued by the fragile, unpredictable mortal psyche and will periodically fixate on someone in an attempt to gain an understanding of their mindset.
Indelicately flirtatious in virtually all mannerisms, but is personally incapable of experiencing attraction. Then factor in that serious narcissus complex.
Contrary to the essence of its being, Sphagum's a stickler for following through with vows. It's dependable- in its own roundabout, anarchic way.
Also, has this ingrained thing for confiscating mortal children. Gets very possessive of its abductees. Excellent babysitter potential.
Picture/Description:
Probably stands at 7' tall and then some. Has nothing to hide, but people seem most comfortable around clothed beings, and so compromise was made. Always wearing its tattered sash; otherwise likes to frequent loose-fitting jackets and slacks. Skin has the appearance of an epidote formation, and feels sparsely graveled to the touch, but it's entirely flexible. A set of living antlers branches out from the fractured bark frill on the backside of its head. Slanted, reptilian eyes. A luminous yellow essence emits from eyes and mouth when open. Hardly prominent snout over a mouthful of elongated black teeth. Tufts of leaves where ears should be- unclear whether that's an actual auditory system or not. Two freelance root systems; those descending from the neck are generally useless. Digitigrade legs that end in cracked stone hooves. Crazy long fingers and thiccccccc arms.
Username: HeavensHens88
Other (weaknesses, habits, or special abilities):
A Spriggan- powerful nature spirit out of Cornish legend that takes form from organic matter. This one was perfectly average until the lure of the human rat race got to it. When Sphagnum willed itself to disconnect from its original environment, it began to function pretty much as a mortal, except it still sources its nutrition from the soils it roots into.
Which might just prove an issue in a virtual reality- SPONTANEOUS DIGESTIVE SYSTEM DEVELOPMENT TIME??? 
Fire is a definite weakness. The herbaceous parts are just as vulnerable to pests and blights as normal plants. Since Sphagnum literally anchors down into the ground wherever it goes, movement at a fast clip isn't attainable.
A multifaceted mimic, think camouflage- doesn't exactly conform to the environment, but has the ability to morph to a believable biotic fixture within it. This extends to absorbing and adopting the voice of whoever last spoke. It's a flawless mimicry that typically makes conversation extremely uncomfortable for the owner of the voice being utilized.
Sphagnum possesses and regularly wields the inhuman -how punny of me- strength typical to spriggans.
Yes, I am fully aware that writing a genderless cryptid without set pronouns is going to be borderline impossible.
Inconvenience is the point.
Age: Impossible to perceive, but has been vibing in human society for about three decades.
Gender: None. Whatever gave you the notion that they're obligated to confine themselves to an overrated human social construct?
Pronouns: None specified. Whatever others choose to use will work. Most of the time. And, wait, were you even given referral rights?
User ID: 1
Personality:
A true neutral chaotic maniac, yet operates with elegant flourish. Doesn't seem to have the capacity to experience any particularly adverse emotion, in either direction. Extremely confident in its own ability to preserve itself and remain elevated above everything in the process. The egocentrism hasn't yet encountered any limitations.
Can and will instigate discord for amusement. Thrives off of mayhem and gets the biggest kicks out of impediments. Quite intrigued by the fragile, unpredictable mortal psyche and will periodically fixate on someone in an attempt to gain an understanding of their mindset.
Indelicately flirtatious in virtually all mannerisms, but is personally incapable of experiencing attraction. Then factor in that serious narcissus complex.
Contrary to the essence of its being, Sphagum's a stickler for following through with vows. It's dependable- in its own roundabout, anarchic way.
Also, has this ingrained thing for confiscating mortal children. Gets very possessive of its abductees. Excellent babysitter potential.
Picture/Description:
Probably stands at 7' tall and then some. Has nothing to hide, but people seem most comfortable around clothed beings, and so compromise was made. Always wearing its tattered sash; otherwise likes to frequent loose-fitting jackets and slacks. Skin has the appearance of an epidote formation, and feels sparsely graveled to the touch, but it's entirely flexible. A set of living antlers branches out from the fractured bark frill on the backside of its head. Slanted, reptilian eyes. A luminous yellow essence emits from eyes and mouth when open. Hardly prominent snout over a mouthful of elongated black teeth. Tufts of leaves where ears should be- unclear whether that's an actual auditory system or not. Two freelance root systems; those descending from the neck are generally useless. Digitigrade legs that end in cracked stone hooves. Crazy long fingers and thiccccccc arms.
Username: HeavensHens88
Other (weaknesses, habits, or special abilities):
A Spriggan- powerful nature spirit out of Cornish legend that takes form from organic matter. This one was perfectly average until the lure of the human rat race got to it. When Sphagnum willed itself to disconnect from its original environment, it began to function pretty much as a mortal, except it still sources its nutrition from the soils it roots into.
Fire is a definite weakness. The herbaceous parts are just as vulnerable to pests and blights as normal plants. Since Sphagnum literally anchors down into the ground wherever it goes, movement at a fast clip isn't attainable.
A multifaceted mimic, think camouflage- doesn't exactly conform to the environment, but has the ability to morph to a believable biotic fixture within it. This extends to absorbing and adopting the voice of whoever last spoke. It's a flawless mimicry that typically makes conversation extremely uncomfortable for the owner of the voice being utilized.
Sphagnum possesses and regularly wields the inhuman -how punny of me- strength typical to spriggans.
Yes, I am fully aware that writing a genderless cryptid without set pronouns is going to be borderline impossible.
Inconvenience is the point.
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Calculating new Users... 16
Generating landing environments...
Processing Awake Sequence...
Initializing The Game
Warmth.
This was the first thing Tem felt when they gained consciousness. The rays of the sun above beamed down on them arrogantly, pestering the feisty child to open their eyes and rise. Though Tem rebutted with an act of their own, which was rolling over on their side and coiling their tail over their knees. They were quite content, nestled in this little spot of their own. Though it was only a matter time that their father or mother would come to shake them from their slumber.
Taking a big whiff what was most undeniably grass, their eyes snapped open abruptly, pupils constricting to the tiniest slivers of black.
What the hell am I doing out on the lawn?
Tem catapulted their upper body upwards, and began scanning their surroundings frantically. “W-Wait, w-what?” their words escaped in bewilderment.
They were in a meadow, surrounded by a limitless amount of greenery with gentle hills and not a tree in sight. A formation of geese flew overhead, honking away as they crossed the wide, blue sky.
“This... is so not Palm Desert.” they muttered, climbing to their feet and doing a 360° to fully take in their new, unfamiliar environment. As they stepped around, they accidentally made contact with an object on the ground.
“Tch!” they let out in alarm, jumping backwards with their hair standing on end and ears pricked up.
Though it was just a pack and alongside it was oddly enough a butterfly knife. Settling down, they crouched down to inspect the items, which made Tem even far more confused and lost that they already were.
Unzipping the pack, they discovered a water bottle, a small metallic container that they screwed open that held some sort of clear goop. Giving it a sniff, they wrinkled their nose in disgust from the strong, potent medicinal smell it gave off.
Gross.. is this VapoRub?
They quickly screwed the cap back on and tossed it back into the bag, urgent to move onto the next item. It was a rectangular shape, encased in plastic wrap, and sprawled across it was block lettering that read ‘FOOD BAR’
At this point, Tem’s mind was racing a mile a minute, their heart was pounding and they felt like at any moment they were going to explode.
What’s going on... what the hell is up with this survival kit? Why am I out in the middle of no where? Where are mom and dad?!
Tem squeezed their eyes shut as their face strained, their grasp of the food bar tightened in their already shaking hands as their claws unsheathed, piercing through the wrapper and the bar itself.
Please just let this be a dream...
Calculating new Users... 16
Generating landing environments...
Processing Awake Sequence...
Initializing The Game
Warmth.
This was the first thing Tem felt when they gained consciousness. The rays of the sun above beamed down on them arrogantly, pestering the feisty child to open their eyes and rise. Though Tem rebutted with an act of their own, which was rolling over on their side and coiling their tail over their knees. They were quite content, nestled in this little spot of their own. Though it was only a matter time that their father or mother would come to shake them from their slumber.
Taking a big whiff what was most undeniably grass, their eyes snapped open abruptly, pupils constricting to the tiniest slivers of black.
What the hell am I doing out on the lawn?
Tem catapulted their upper body upwards, and began scanning their surroundings frantically. “W-Wait, w-what?” their words escaped in bewilderment.
They were in a meadow, surrounded by a limitless amount of greenery with gentle hills and not a tree in sight. A formation of geese flew overhead, honking away as they crossed the wide, blue sky.
“This... is so not Palm Desert.” they muttered, climbing to their feet and doing a 360° to fully take in their new, unfamiliar environment. As they stepped around, they accidentally made contact with an object on the ground.
“Tch!” they let out in alarm, jumping backwards with their hair standing on end and ears pricked up.
Though it was just a pack and alongside it was oddly enough a butterfly knife. Settling down, they crouched down to inspect the items, which made Tem even far more confused and lost that they already were.
Unzipping the pack, they discovered a water bottle, a small metallic container that they screwed open that held some sort of clear goop. Giving it a sniff, they wrinkled their nose in disgust from the strong, potent medicinal smell it gave off.
Gross.. is this VapoRub?
They quickly screwed the cap back on and tossed it back into the bag, urgent to move onto the next item. It was a rectangular shape, encased in plastic wrap, and sprawled across it was block lettering that read ‘FOOD BAR’
At this point, Tem’s mind was racing a mile a minute, their heart was pounding and they felt like at any moment they were going to explode.
What’s going on... what the hell is up with this survival kit? Why am I out in the middle of no where? Where are mom and dad?!
Tem squeezed their eyes shut as their face strained, their grasp of the food bar tightened in their already shaking hands as their claws unsheathed, piercing through the wrapper and the bar itself.
Please just let this be a dream...
The last thing Lyra remembered was going to bed after watching a movie, the movie was some action horror film which nobody knows the name of, it was okay though. Now she was soaked...wait what? Maybe that movie had more of an impact on her than she had anticipated, she hadn’t wet the bed since she was three and certainly didn’t expect to when she was 19, she squinted through her thick brown eyelashes, green, okay this was starting to freak her out, her little brother had chosen to paint his room green and she would never have chosen to stay in there for goodness sake their mother found a blanket and was able to crack it in half that’s all the scum that teenage boys suffer with. Yuck. She reached out her hand, the ground around her was definitely not the soft bed she has expected, if was a moist pile of leaf matter, she clutched her head, it hurt and her hair was soaked, it didn’t help when it was still pouring with rain. Somewhere far off a birds sweet soft singing caught her attention, she vaguely recalled that song when she was listening to a track of the rainforest, she had though that birds song had been the most beautiful thing in the world, wait- she started turning her eyes frantically scanning her surroundings, letting out a terrified squeak she stumbled backwards bumping into something and falling onto her back, and now she was back where she started, maybe if she lay here long enough the earth would swallow her and she can go home. But then she got thinking about spiders. About the tiny things humans approximately swallow 9 per year, well if she lay here her approximation would be doubled, it was bad enough having a phobia of them but to swallow 18 per year! She just couldn’t handle that. Lyra pushed herself to her feet, trembling she looked around, a backpack lay on the ground behind her, unzipping it slowly she examined its contents, why would she have any need for a bottle of god knows what, and some balm, ooh maybe it was lip balm! She dipped her finger in and rubbed some on her lips, coughing she realised that certainly was no lip balm. Then she spied the food bar, she twisted her face, she didn’t like this flavour but it could be the difference between life and death until she got out of this place so she would suck it up and eat it, no matter how bad the aftertaste. She saw a small throwing knife and almost laughed, it was the most pathetic excuse for a knife she had ever seen! They must have had a hard time choosing her weapon because this was clearly the only thing they thought she was capable of controlling. She repacked the backpack before examining the bottle, still she was attempting to figure out exactly what it was, she unscrewed the cap and took a whiff. Water? This couldn’t be right, why would they just give away water? She took a sip and decided while we it was raining she might as well catch some of the rain so off she set, blundering helplessly through the rain forest. Man she would be an easy meal for like a Tiger or something, she was so completely unaware of her surroundings
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Evan had woken inside a hollowed out redwood in a full, lush forest of the giant trees. His fingers dug into the duff beneath him, and craned his neck up towards the sky, where he could feel the light sprinkle of rain that entered through the wide opening at the top of the trunk. He winced as a large drop of water struck his eye, then immediately took his gaze away from the sky to tend to it.
Lazily reopening his eye, he glanced briefly at the pack and baseball bat leaned up next to him inside the tree he was holed up in.
Oh cool, a baseball bat.
Giving a double take, he raised his brow in confusion and took both of the items in his hands.
What.. am I supposed to do with these...?
Taking a moment to explore what was in the pack, further questions started to emerge.
Why do I have all these things? What kind of dream is this supposed to be? I’ve never had a survival themed one before..
Finally deciding to clamber out of the hollowed tree, Evan stared in awe at the giant redwoods that towered over him. The brilliant red of their trunks to the vibrant green leaves on the main shoots were truly something to behold.
Or as vivid...
Even with the grey overcast and gentle sprinkle, it didn’t impede Evan from admiring the impressive scenery.
Man... to actually be out here with Halmeoni and Halabeoji, we’d never forget it.
Drawing his attention away from the giant trees, Evan took the pack and slipped it across his body after figuring out it had a hidden strap embedded along its side. He held a firm grasp on the baseball bat as he started to move away from the hollowed tree, cautiously eyeing his surroundings.
“Uhh... anyone out here?” he finally vocalized, not expecting anybody but himself in this insanely realistic dream. Though he wasn’t completely alone, as there were wildlife scampering the forest floor and navigating the sky.
Lazily reopening his eye, he glanced briefly at the pack and baseball bat leaned up next to him inside the tree he was holed up in.
Oh cool, a baseball bat.
Giving a double take, he raised his brow in confusion and took both of the items in his hands.
What.. am I supposed to do with these...?
Taking a moment to explore what was in the pack, further questions started to emerge.
Why do I have all these things? What kind of dream is this supposed to be? I’ve never had a survival themed one before..
Finally deciding to clamber out of the hollowed tree, Evan stared in awe at the giant redwoods that towered over him. The brilliant red of their trunks to the vibrant green leaves on the main shoots were truly something to behold.
Or as vivid...
Even with the grey overcast and gentle sprinkle, it didn’t impede Evan from admiring the impressive scenery.
Man... to actually be out here with Halmeoni and Halabeoji, we’d never forget it.
Drawing his attention away from the giant trees, Evan took the pack and slipped it across his body after figuring out it had a hidden strap embedded along its side. He held a firm grasp on the baseball bat as he started to move away from the hollowed tree, cautiously eyeing his surroundings.
“Uhh... anyone out here?” he finally vocalized, not expecting anybody but himself in this insanely realistic dream. Though he wasn’t completely alone, as there were wildlife scampering the forest floor and navigating the sky.
(I’m going to write Cassie’s intro later coz I gtg horse riding in a few minutes)
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