Realistic or Modern Calamity

[Whisker]

Oh shit. Its my turn to post? Whoops. Thought it was Fox for whatever reason. MY BAD GUYS.


I will respond in the morning.

 

[Vaan]

Oh shit. Its my turn to post? Whoops. Thought it was Fox for whatever reason. MY BAD GUYS.
I will respond in the morning.

All good! Did you click the thing!?! IT HAS YOUR CHARACTER'S VOICE, WHISKER. LISTEN TO IT, YOUR CHARACTER SPEAKS AT THE END!!

 

[Vaan]

Chrys' post was a little bit delayed, as alot of them have been lately, but, can you post next @Whisker
And, it came to the Skype group first, but, I am happy to unveil a small side project in addition to the RP to you (it came to our skype group first)


CALAMITY, MOCK-TRAILER (it has ur character in it, so, you should click it)

it is post 48, going to bed, have a goodnight!

 

[Whisker]

I did click it. The first time I was like 'wheres the trailer, derp?' only to realize I had my sound off. xD

 

[Vaan]

I'm gonna take a nap, but, as soon as I am up I'll work on my next post!

 

[Deviced]

@Foxtails back to the bitch that had a lot to say about me the last post, Foxtails what's good?

 

[Vaan]

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@Deviced
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[Deviced]

you poor dusty hoe.


@Foxtails

 

[Vaan]

@Deviced

 

[Deviced]

sweaty


@Foxtails

 

[Deviced]

I have an angst quota I need to fulfill every post, and I think this time around I went a little overboard. Oh well.

 

[Vaan]

<p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">Hey </span><a contenteditable="false" rel="external nofollow" href="https://www.rpnation.com/profile/20136-whisker/" data-mentionid="20136"><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">@Whisker</span></a><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> you're up next in the rotation, and just a heads up: try to keep us informed on when you're here and when you're not, it can be hard to keep track of you. It's fine if it's just duplicates of the post(s) you submit to that fast-paced casual RP you're in, but, you aren't on Skype with us so we don't really know. </span><img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/sad.png" alt=" " srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/sad@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>


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Also: If you have any questions, or concerns at this point, let me know.</span></p>

 

[Whisker]

I'll try and get a post up soon. I'm having to actually cut way down on rps due to scheduling. My apologies for the very long wait as I've not been on at all.

 

[Nai]

Thank you for letting us know.

 

[Whisker]

Alright. Officially, my post will be up tomorrow. Thanks for the patience while I deal with IRL bullshit everyone.

 

[Nai]

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For death is not an adventure for those who stand face to face with it

Mitsu Akiyama

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AGE:

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18


GENDER


Female


HEIGHT:


5'3


WEIGHT:


122 lbs


HAIR COLOR:


Mitsu’s hair is a rose gold that is light enough to fool most into thinking it’s blonde but the tints of pink all over her head prove otherwise.


EYE COLOR:


Pale Blue


PERSONALITY:


Mitsu can often be characterized as an affable girl who is always magnanimous, making it incredibly easy for others to approach Mitsu, and even come out of fights untouched. However, despite her willingness to forgive so easily, and listen without a protest, Mitsu is gullible and over-trusting, which makes way for many dangerous situations to occur where Mitsu will do the wrong thing. She may hold all of these traits but there are other aspects about her that make her who she is.


Mitsu sees herself as guilty for any even that may take place around her, or to a loved one. She does not make these thoughts known, for as she learned when she was young, it did not work out well for her mother. She is able to spend plenty of time outside, as she’s quite a sucker for flowers of any kind. She will often be seen with a numerous amount of flowers littered in vases around her room, or in various spots in the house that she may gaze upon in different weather.


Easily frightened by thunder and lightning, Mitsu takes no shame in her cliché fear. She knows when is a good time to speak, and when it is a better time to just say nothing at all, which has aided her greatly since the outbreak.


APPEARANCE:


Mitsu often summarizes the features of her face as ‘pointy’, when really they are just defined. She’s acquired by genetics hooded eyelids, a ‘pointy’ nose, a sharp jawline, high cheekbones and a defined cupid’s bow. She was ‘graced’, as her mother always said, with minimal but clearly visible curves, and back dimples on her lower back. She finds her feet to be too large for her figure, and her eyes too pale. Mitsu dyed her hair a very light shade of pink to set herself apart from the girls on her street that all lived in the same type of house with the same types of clothes, closets, and incomes.


HISTORY:


“I grew up in the apartment building on my Grandma’s property. My grandparents may have let us live there, but they sure didn’t help stabilize us.


What I do remember is the nights that my parents would make me sit outside, my little figure pressed up against the door, my hands practically glued to my ears, thinking they were talking about what they would tell Santa to get me this year. I remember the nights the screaming matches were so bad, I would have to go down the stairs and into my grandparent’s house. I remember closing the lid on the toilet, and scrambling up to barely peer over the windowsill to see across the yard and through the dimly lit window in the apartment, my parents, worried sick about money, and me.


My father worked as a dish-washer in the local diner, and my mother was working her way up to manager of a bookstore. It was a very slow working up though. They were struggling with funds, spending every extra dime on my little self so that I could grow up without knowing what being hungry was, or being without toys.


Due to my parents constantly overworking themselves, my grandma usually had to watch me. I would help her in her garden outside, and if I was an excellent helper that day, she would make me a crown of flowers to wear. I would wait patiently for my parents to arrive home, adjusting the crown to triumphantly show them, but they were too exhausted from the strenuous work they had put in to give me the time of day.


Days, weeks, months, and years passed by in this unchangeable pattern of loneliness, and I became one with my grandmother’s garden.


When I was twelve years old, my mother had put enough money aside to buy my father a very nice watch she had seen on the television. My father had been coveting it for a while, but didn’t say anything because he knew it wasn’t possible they would be able to acquire it.


Who knew a watch could screw over three lives so horribly?


My father was in a convenience store on the 23rd of November. He was buying Pumpkin Pie and some 2% Milk for me. It just so happened, that on this silent night, two young adults had no other pastime better to do, then to make a scene. As we heard on the news, and from the police dozens of times, they entered, asked my father for the watch. If it was any other watch, my father would have given it up.


He didn’t refuse because he had a death wish, or because he had longed for this watch for so long. My father refused to give up the object that may or may not have decided whether he would come home to his family, because his wife got it for him. My father refused, because it was a constant reminder of how much somebody in this world loved him. The fact that my mother had saved up anything she got for weeks, just to splurge on him meant the world to my father. It’s devastating to say, that in a way, he passed away for wanting to be loved.


Not soon after the infection began, I woke up to a scream of anguish splitting through the thick, humid air that hummed with the noise of the wind. I was not swift enough to save my mother from the horrid fate that she was destined to have. It seems like one after another, someone beloved to me drops dead. It seems all I have left to do is survive.”

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Your destruction is my livelihood

@Foxtails or me for any questions. [/font]

 

[Nai]

CONCEPT ART

@Foxtails @Deviced @Genieva Von Bubbles @Ophirius @plumeriaprincess @Nai
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[Vaan]

A guide to some of Dazai's colors


—Carter was an interesting color, a lilac purple, soft and dainty. No particular smell, he’d point out notably but he was something different to say the least.





But one thing was for sure, the dead had a particular color to them: violet, with the peculiar smell of almonds hinting the air.


Chrysanthemum, a girl of small stature and whose personality struck out like a sun, she was bright and fluttery, like a plume of fluorescent feathers.


“Carter …” He hears himself say faintly like a whisper, and catches the distant sharp cut it does to the room. His name has always been uncharacteristically a dulled blue hue, similarly like blue wilted hydrangeas they planted not two summers ago.


Three months ago, the taste of spoiled milk and the inexplicable smell of ol’ spiced cinnamon, bubbled the streets like a open canister of perfume. It was a succumbing stench that drew to the air, like birds were to the sky. And it only spread it’s effluvium, like a plague of foul wings that tainted the air like an open canvas —The result: a fungus.





Fortunately, the abrasion of the stalker at the classroom door, and the breakneck escape from the second floor, with the other four survivors, left his ‘colors’ monochromatic, and a dimmed spectrum built by fear.





Dazai’s synesthesia flares, and this time the taste of copper and hot spices invade him like a hot summer afternoon. It wasn’t a walker or anything remotely dead, it was alive, it was human. In all it’s exuberant tastes and intangible shapes, the smell and taste, was human.

 

[Vaan]

@Deviced

 

[Nai]

@AlmostSuspicious


@Deviced


@Genieva Von Bubbles


@plumeriaprincess


@Ophirius


@Nai


Barely made a post and there's already shade,

 

[Deviced]

@AlmostSuspicious

 

[Corgi]

PLEASE DON'T LET THIS ROLEPLAY DIE I'VE READ ALL OF IT AND ALL OF YOU ARE SERIOUSLY WONDERFUL AND IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS ;^;


@AlmostSuspicious


@Deviced


@Genieva Von Bubbles


@plumeriaprincess


@Ophirius


@Nai


@Whisker

 

[Deviced]

PLEASE DON'T LET THIS ROLEPLAY DIE I'VE READ ALL OF IT AND ALL OF YOU ARE SERIOUSLY WONDERFUL AND IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS ;^;
@AlmostSuspicious


@Deviced


@Genieva Von Bubbles


@plumeriaprincess


@Ophirius


@Nai


@Whisker

OMFG DON'T WORRY LOVE WE'RE PLOTTING AND STUFF IT'S NOT GONNA DIE xD And I didn't realize that people actually read roleplays for fun oml I'm flattered ^////^

 

[Nai]

PLEASE DON'T LET THIS ROLEPLAY DIE I'VE READ ALL OF IT AND ALL OF YOU ARE SERIOUSLY WONDERFUL AND IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS ;^;
@AlmostSuspicious


@Deviced


@Genieva Von Bubbles


@plumeriaprincess


@Ophirius


@Nai


@Whisker

OMFG DON'T WORRY LOVE WE'RE PLOTTING AND STUFF IT'S NOT GONNA DIE xD And I didn't realize that people actually read roleplays for fun oml I'm flattered ^////^

Oh my lord, you just made my day. ♡♡♡ I never thought people read our stuff. Gaaahhhhh!!! Thank you very much! We appreciate the support, and no worries we plan on finishing this roleplay. ♡

 

[Corgi]

OMFG DON'T WORRY LOVE WE'RE PLOTTING AND STUFF IT'S NOT GONNA DIE xD And I didn't realize that people actually read roleplays for fun oml I'm flattered ^////^

Oh my lord, you just made my day. ♡♡♡ I never thought people read our stuff. Gaaahhhhh!!! Thank you very much! We appreciate the support, and no worries we plan on finishing this roleplay. ♡

OF COURSE I READ THIS HOW CAN PEOPLE NOT?!? IT'S WONDERFUL!! And I'll support you guys through and through ^^