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Echo A frown plastered Echo's face as she came closer to the group as per Callo's request. This large gather of people wasn't what she was accustomed to. So many faces to look at and so many watching her back. Even those not with Paranormania were staring at her, and she hoped none of them were...

Echo With: @Juju @Bob @PlusUltra @Snackofthefuture Another figure kept to the shadows nearby, black hood up but eyes still ever faintly glowing like stars. It was best Echo not get too close, before people start whispering "Phantom" and accusing her of killing these citizens. The very thought...

Name: Echo Aliases: Subject 012, Phantom Gender: Female Species: Elf Construct Age: 10 months, but appears in her mid 20s Appearance: Seemingly elf like in form with deep pink hair, but marks of white streak her deep tanned skin. They do not appear random. Her eyes glow ghostly white...

Keeeeen as beans for this!

If there's still room I'm keen as beans!

Denebola Twei The morning shift was about to start. Denebola arrived late to the Javelin with a headache, hoping for the odd occurance of nobody showing up until noon. At least she'd be alone for a little bit. She could easily concoct a cure for her hangover behind the bar as she'd wait for the...

Woot! Le hype is real

Hey is this still open?

"Nothing keeps you more alive than feeling dead the morning after." [ Name ] Denebola Twei [ Alias ] Twilight [ Age ] 27 [ Sex ] Female [ Sexual Orientation ] Pansexual [ Occupation ] Full Time bartender at Javelin Bar [Appearance] Denebola is a curvy figure and likes to show it, wearing tight...

I'm keen if this is still open!

The cold already reducing, Chrys relaxed further beneath her jacket. That one moment of flight had her wings begging for more, but she wasn’t ready to do so just yet. Not to mention the risk of cliffs Margaret mentioned, and how awkward her feet still felt in these boots. She knew she’d shiver...

Chrys barely narrowed her eyes at the girl’s warning before the sensation overcame her. She was about to leap up, stumbling instead as she realised how her coat weighed her wings down. It thumbed through Chrys’s thin body like an uppercut, which she had admittedly experienced before. But she...

Though it felt mildly invasive, Chrys listened intently to what Margaret had to say. And she was right. Creating a partnership was absolutely beneficial to both parties. They could easily split their wealth, which Chrys hoped to be bountiful. Her eyes went bright and her smile went wide. “I see...

Pinned to the roof, Larque kept an eye out for any suspicious behaviour. The festival still continued as normal, even as the bell continued to ring. What did it mean? He stared at the tower in his shadowy form, catching glimpses of the figures inside. Clearly, he noted, a fight of sorts. Was...

Chrys rose her hands at the young girl. “No, no! I understand.” She smiled softly. “I don’t smoke, but I am a collector, of sorts.” Her gloved brushed her scarlet-highlighted hair back before it was held out before the girl. “Chrys-Anne Saltgrove. You may have heard of my mother, Margot...

Among the people already sat in the mess hall, a fae sat on the edge of a table in deep conversation with a beastfolk. “I could’ve sworn I’ve only ever seen a broach like yours once,” she said in a chirpy voice too young for her. “And that one was absolutely a fake.” The half-vixen narrowed...

Name: Chrys-Anne Saltgrove Age: 19 Gender: Female Race: Fae Faction/Occupation: Triune Collective Personality: Chrys is excited by many things in life, but none more than the people she “meets” and the trinkets she “collects”. She has always been fascinated by stories and histories, often...

“High… five…” Like the Quinnate? Listening to Uze’s explanation, Larque realised that was clearly a wrong assumption. He could see the appeal of such gesture, though not being the most social person saw little appeal to it himself. “You’ll be pleased to know that I am not startled by contact,”...

Larque found admiration in the goodness of Uze’s heart, feeling a strange feeling inside him whenever he thought too hard on what he was made of. He chose to do good, when Larque was a tool to do good with. That was admirable. His brows rose as he observed Uze’s magic. While he was curious to...

Taking Uze’s notes into account, Larque’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Maybe they aren’t familiar with such beings in their territory to know what to look for. Unless the guards themselves are shadows…” He shook his head. “This is far more difficult than in my homeworld. I don’t know the laws of...