Defiance is an original sci-fi skeleton roleplay based on a work-in-progress novel of the same name by coolgirlofrp. ROLEPLAY TRIGGER WARNING
This roleplay may include/reference mature themes, including death, foul language, blood, violence, sex, murder, etc. Please be aware of this and proceed accordingly. MOBILE NAVIGATION
Congratulations KATIE, you have been accepted as VIRGO, THE MAIDEN with the faceclaim of HAILEE STEINFELD and the PHOTOKINESIS ability!
Notes from the Admins:
Your app is very well done and really shines a light on who Virgo is. I (Ellie) loved how you brought them to life and really showed how despite everything they’re a light in this world that can’t be snuffed out. And like with most of the apps, it was their answer to the final question that really sold me on your vision of Virgo, proving it meshed with ours. I loved loved loved that they refuse to accept the possibility of war. You showed us just how young and pure they are and how they’re the true light and soul of this little misfit group of fugitives. I (Tasha) agree with Ellie, I love the answer to the last question. But what really sold me was the answer to the first question. I can’t explain why but I absolutely loved it and I knew from there I would love the rest of the application.
We also would like to formally accept your request for a name alteration to Ember
You have 48 hours to send in your blog. If you haven’t already joined the group discord then you may do so now (if that’s your wish) [x]. Once you have turned in your blog, you will be given a role that will allow you access to the private channels regarding plots/characters. Please remember to do everything on the checklist, and also we just want to thank you for joining this roleplay. We hope your time with us will be a fun and memorable one!
OC INFORMATION
Alias & Pronouns: Katie, she/her
Age: 23
Timezone, Activity Level, & RP Experience: CST. 7/10. I have some previous rp experience in hunger games rps and in Hollow Grove rp.
1. Photokinesis- the ability to manipulate light. The full extent of their ability is a mystery to them, as are the limitations. Ember knows they can’t create light, only play with existing light. This can be anything from refracting a beam of sunlight into a rainbow, or concentrating it’s intensity until it is hot and sharp as a laser. This ability is dependant upon their concentration, they are also aware that strength and well-being is gained through being constantly surrounded by light.
2. Earthquake generation- (note this would require a change in the audition. Please let me know and I will revise it if you prefer this ability.)
The Interview:
Instead of a traditional biography, this roleplay has an “interview” to understand the character’s past but also who they are as a person. The goal here is for you to answer the questions from the character’s point of view (third person) as if they were being asked by The Imperium’s artificial intelligence, E.R.I.S.. Think of it as a background check meant to explore who the character is more in-depth than a bio. They do not have to vocally answer the question nor do they have to tell the truth. However, you must give some understanding of what the truth is through their internal monologue/thoughts.
So, tell me a little bit about growing up. What was your childhood like?
Ember sat with their legs tucked under them, fingers interlaced on top of the table. They were wearing rings, some won at carnivals years ago and others bribed off of the other Nova’s. Tapping one of their against the metal table they looked to the camera. “I grew up in Florida. Not near Disneyland, or the keys, or even the beach. I’m talking inland Florida, just outside the everglades.” Real Florida, that was what their dad called it. “I had one blue rainboot, one pink rainboot, a pirate hat, dungarees, and a polaroid camera. That’s all I would wear from five to seven. I called it my alligator hunting gear. Every rainy season these huge ass gators would sneak over our fence and go skinny dipping in our pool. I’d run them out.”
Brave thing, that’s what their mom called them. And in return from their father. That’s just another word for foolishness, dear.
“For every gator I chased off we’d add a day onto our winter vacation. That’s kind of what my childhood was like.“
What about your relationship with your family?
"I grew up loved.” They opened their mouth, then shut it again. The words had come instantly and spilled just as quickly. Truth. As undeniable as the ebb and flow of the tide. “My mom is an import. Foster baby. No family. My dad was one of seven Jones sons. I was the miracle baby.” They paused, playing with their rings. “Five miscarriages in six years, that’s what came before. Doctors said they should give up. Mom doesn’t quit though.”
For the first time, they were truly still. No fidgeting. They could have gone on. There were stories tucked just behind their tongue. How their dad lifted them onto his shoulders. How their mother taught them to make a proper fist. There were bonfires in the backyard at Christmas with twenty cousins holding sparklers. There were fireworks and ice cream and comparing mosquito bites. But no. Those were memories they would save.
They nodded again. “Yeah. So basically loved.”
Are you the only Nova in your family? Or were your parents Novas too? What about any siblings?
“Probably?” It was a question. “Maybe?” Their chin hit the table and they sighed. “Mom thinks she might have been a laten. But in any case, yes. Only Nova in the family.”
What’s your ability like? Is it easy to control or harder? Do you even like it?
A smile blossomed on their face, brightening it from the inside out. It was this look that had won them the title of best smile in the yearbook three years running. Their left hand reached out into the beam of their spotlight and twisted. The light refracted instantly, sending out shards of rainbow colors across the dull gray interview room. “Sometimes, it feels like I’m carrying a sun around in my chest where my heart should be. I love it my ability. I want to know absolutely everything there is to know about it. I want to become a master.”
How would you describe your personality?
That smile twisted into something a little more impish. As their hand dropped, they dragged the light with them, concentrating it into a ball that they cupped in their hand. “I’m what you get when you cross a tasmanian devil with a zebra and then throw in some platypus for good measure. I know that some people call me naive but I’m not. The world’s gone to shit right now, I know that, but I still believe it can get better. I mean come on, any planet that invented frozen yogurt is not a lost cause.”
What do you think your greatest strengths and weaknesses are?
“Well my greatest strength is my ability to eat a whole pizza pie in less than ten minutes. I’m talking deep dish here. Greatest weakness has got to be dimples.” They grinned at the joke, before sitting a little straighter. “In all seriousness, I don’t know. I don’t even know myself yet. I’ll let you know when we meet, because that will definitely be high on my list of questions.”
Where and what were you doing the day the Nova Protection Act was enacted?
“Playing hooky.” They chuckled, remembering sitting with their feet dangling out of their friend’s honda civic as they raced toward the beach. “Went to the beach for the day and collected seashells. We were getting some of those huge ass pizzas when I saw the news. And then I saw my twelve missed calls.” All from their mom and dad. They hadn’t wanted to believe it would pass. They hadn’t let themselves even think about what would happen.
Did you immediately run? Or did you try to obey the law and report to the Anti-Nova Force?
Neither. They’d gone home and straight into their parent’s arms. For the first time, they didn’t feel safe there. It was their mother who’d prepared for this eventuality. Never run out of fear, my brave thing. “Jones women don’t run.”
How have you survived this last year and a half or so? Did you have any help or were you all alone? How did you find Yalena’s Sanctuary?
“I’m here because of Ada.” There was no shame in that answer. It was the truth after all. Still a pit formed in their stomach. They could still hear the sounds of their mother’s screams. “Wardens came for me, but my mother had built a hidden cellar. They arrested my parents for aiding a Nova in escaping custody. I was alone, scared. I probably would have found my way into one of their zones in a month if it wasn’t for Ada.” Their smile was tight. “I’m in her debt for life. She got me to Yalena’s and all I provided was a good laugh and a night light if she ever wanted to read in the dark.”
What were you doing when the raid happened? How did you respond to the flood of Wardens? How quickly did you go through Yalena’s portal?
Their lips pursed. “I wanted to fight. I was ready to fight too.” They’d been napping on the roof when the alarms began to sound. In an instant, light had been captured in their hands. They could have disoriented the wardens even blinded them but they’d been grabbed by someone. He’d caught their wrist and when they struggled they caught a shoelace and went down hard. When they woke up next, they were at the Imperium. They didn’t like the idea of being dragged through the portal, or of having that choice taken. “If I find out who stopped me, there will be words.”
What has living in The Imperium been like for you? Do you feel safer than before? Is it better or worse than on the run, or Yalena’s Sanctuary?
“It’s a bit too military for me to be honest.” Carefully extracting their legs, they stretched their arms and legs out, trying to work some blood into them. “And way to underground. Don’t get me wrong. I love the warm showers, the three meals a day, the bed.” They threw up an okay sign, a bit of light flicking off the end. “But I miss the sunlight. I think I’m stronger when I’m aboveground. Down here all the light is artificial.”
They paused. “I don’t like hiding. I feel safe, but that’s not the most important thing to me. I want to find my parents. I don’t think I’ll be here for too long.”
The last question. If war broke out between Novas and the humans, which side will you be on?
That was their biggest fear. War. There was nothing good that could come out of killing. They weren’t soldiers and they weren’t science experiments. They were humans just like the rest of the population. Despite all the hardships, they clung to the hope that the fear would subside and clearer minds would prevail. Light danced between their fingertips, pulled from the spotlight. “It won’t come to that.”
Connections:
Sagitarrius: I LOVE this. Ember is all over the place at times, they need someone to help focus that energy. While Sagi could never replace their mother, the parental influence or big sister vibe is exactly what Ember needs. They are tough and they can protect herself but everyone needs a champion in their corner.
I would love to explore friendships, rivalries, first loves and more. Ember is still so young. They are developing and so will their relationships.
Headcanons:
Give us at least 3 headcanons.
Ember is bilingual and can speak both English and Spanish. They additionally has some working knowledge of Filipino from their paternal grandfather. When angry, Ember is likely to curse in Filipino.
Ember is allergic to bees and peanut butter. They have been to the emergency room exactly five times testing whether they ‘outgrew’ this allergy.
They are quite possibly the worst driver in the state of Nevada. Ember failed their driver’s test three times before bribing the instructor with sugar cookies.
They carry a pink switchblade with them at all times as well as a locket with their parents faces inside. One for protection and the other as a reminder to keep moving forward.
Their childhood dog was named Cheese and Ember still holds out hope he has managed to live in Florida as a stray.
Changes:
Virgo’s first name was changed from Angel to Ember.
DETAILED IC INFORMATION
Ember Jones’s instagram page from before the Nova Protection Acthttps://www.instagram.com/sun_summoner1121/
Hey there! At this time in the near future we most likely won’t. We wanted a small group to at least start out. Eventually when the plot leads toward the group growing we will sprinkle in a few more skeletons here and there.
It’s been a month since the fall of Yalena’s Sanctuary. A month since less than half of the original group survived by escaping through a portal. A portal that brought them to an unfamiliar abandoned research facility, one they have since discovered is nearly impossible for their enemies to discover let alone infiltrate. But that also means it may be almost impossible for them to escape. Some have brought up the question of why would they, when it seems the Imperium has everything they need to survive. But as tensions run high, some of the group realized they need a stress reliever. And so a surprise party was planned by a select few. Now today, they’ve decorated the entire recreation level, uncovered vintage music, and convinced ERIS to use the food synthesizer to create everything you might want for party food and drinks. A party might not be for everyone, but the idea of actually getting to relax for the first time in almost two years is tempting nonetheless.
Oh my, Defiant Ones. What a night, a long long night. There were so many good apps, every single app was amazing and they floored me? I am so amazed that all of you beautiful writers chose our roleplay to apply to. It just kills me that not eveyone can be accepted. But that said, I am super excited to get started roleplaying with everyone as soon as possible. I’m sure most of us will not be able to post until tomorrow or send in blogs, but that’s just fine. Sometime around noon CST we will be posting the opening event. I also want to signify that the submit is now reopened and we will still be hosting another acceptance on Sunday. We hope everyone has a great night (or morning depending on your timezone).
Congratulations VAL, you have been accepted as VULPECULA with the faceclaim of NAOMI SCOTT and the DOPPELGANGER MORPHING ability!
Notes from the Admins: Ellie and Tasha:
We had some really hard decisions for multiple skeletons during this acceptance, but this one was certainly the hardest. Both were very much in line with how we envisioned Riaan. But ultimately it was yours that we felt fit the most. I (Ellie) just fell in love with the little details of who Riaan was to you. Your headcanons really stuck with me, the emphasis on her pronouns and the little line of freckles and then I really love their answer to the power question (the shapeshifting one especially), but it their answer to the final question that sold me on your app. I (Tasha) have to agree with Ellie, the little details are what really pulled me in. As much as I wanted to hear your version of how the family was, I really loved that i didn’t get to. To me, I felt like that pulled me in and I am a fan of your writing.
You have 48 hours to send in your blog. If you haven’t already joined the group discord then you may do so now (if that’s your wish) [x]. Once you have turned in your blog, you will be given a role that will allow you access to the private channels regarding plots/characters. Please remember to do everything on the checklist, and also we just want to thank you for joining this roleplay. We hope your time with us will be a fun and memorable one!
OOC INFORMATION
ALIAS & PRONOUNS: Val, She/her
AGE: 25
TIMEZONE, ACTIVITY LEVEL, & RP EXPERIENCE:
TZ: EST
Activity: I have a full time job on first shift, but since i’m not involved in other rps atm I have plenty of time to be active, and should easily be able to meet and excede activity requirements. I typically do my writing early in the morning before work, or after dinner. My one concern is the opening date, because I’m going on a pre-planned vacation from April 5th to April 9th (WALKERSTALKER CON CHICAGO!). I’ll have limited access to a computer, but I will have my phone so I’ll at least be available for plotting and getting to know people via the discord server during that period. If you’d rather wait to review my application until the 9th or 10th I understand that as well.
RP experience: I’ve been roleplaying since 2012 in several fandoms: HP, the 100, TW, TWD, etc. I delved into indie for awhile, but definitely prefer rpgs. A couple of my past blogs are: http://nickbeckett.tumblr.com/, https://seakept.tumblr.com/, http://auroragood.tumblr.com/, https://kylexbennett.tumblr.com/
BASIC IC INFORMATION
SKELETON: Riann Foster (Vulpecula- The Little Fox)
FACECLAIM: Naomi Scott, Liza Koshy (Though she’s known for youtube, she does have an acting career including series regular for two seasons of the hulu series Freakish), Alia Bhatt
AGE: 24
ORIENTATION: Demisexual.
ORIGIN: New York, New York (Queens)
NOVA TYPE: Corpus
ABILITY:
Intangibility- The ability to pass through physical matter, though difficulty increases as the density of an object increases. If the whole body or part of a body becomes tangible within another object, the object would have to expand outwards at a detriment to its own form (explode, etc) but could potentially cause extreme physical harm to the user, depending on the property of the material.
Shapeshifting (Doppleganger Morphing)- The ability to change one’s personal appearance to identically mimic that of another human being that they have seen before. This user cannot create a completely new form, nor mimic any superpowers should they morph into a nova. The longer they stay in the altered form, the harder it is to return to one’s true self.
(I don’t actually have a preference for either, I love both abilities as possible for them)
THE INTERVIEW:
So, tell me a little bit about growing up. What was your childhood like?
“I moved around a lot, I guess…” Riann’s arms crossed lightly over their chest, anchoring their hands in place rather than allowing them to fidget nervously. Memories, both fond and disheartening, flashed through their mind, but they couldn’t help but wonder how much their verbal answers even mattered. Could this AI detect a lie? Could it determine the truth by analyzing their brains waves, their temperature, or other physiological responses? Did it matter?
“I don’t know, I, uh… I was never bored, that’s for sure. Had plenty of extracurricular activities. Learned a lot. Didn’t starve or anything. That’s all you can ask for, right?” It’d be remiss to say they weren’t hesitant to give this AI personal information, particularly to ensure the safety of their makeshift family. A career criminal couldn’t afford to admit all faults. Despite them living in a world of uncertainty- where they’d sleep the next night, what they’d eat, when they’d eat, if they’d all make it home safely- Riann had grown numb to the anxiety stemming from the unknown. What they remembered most about their childhood was the laughter, the hugs, and the beautiful night skylines. Their teen years were a bit more rambunctious, especially as the NPA loomed closer and closer, but the way they saw it, their life was their life and they’d learned not to live with regrets and what-ifs.
“I mean, like anyone, I had a bit of a rebellious streak but… It all worked out.”
What about your relationship with your family?
A small smile spread across their lips as Riann let out a warm chuckle, leaning back more casually against the wall as they relaxed. “I have three older siblings and they, uh, well they made sure I knew I was the youngest. Didn’t get much alone time, but I didn’t want it either.” How many times had they been delegated ‘look out’ or done surveillance checks on a mark for their siblings before anything actually went down? They were a cute child, slight in stature and innocent looking, and lying had become second nature to them, ingrained in them from their earliest memories. Fictional stories became so real to them that it occasionally took an extra moment for them to slip out of a character, but that’s what made them good at it, and kept them from having to actively participate in thefts they found morally wrong. Plus, it allowed them a bit of alone time to explore their own Robin Hood type interests.
“But I mean, we got along fine, I guess.” They loved them. Their siblings and “adoptive” mother were their home, at least, they had been. The seeds of resentment and abandonment from being left by their biological mother so young were mostly trodden underfoot by the loyalty and love they learned from their family, but sometimes they couldn’t help but wonder, couldn’t help but indulge in anger when they thought about the sperm and egg donors that actually created them. Maybe their family wasn’t perfect, maybe they didn’t function the way others thought was healthy or stable, but for a long time it was consistent, and without that, who knew where Riann would be.
“They… still think I ran away with some boyfriend, headed for Miami. And that’s for the best.”
Are you the only Nova in your family? Or were your parents Novas too? What about any siblings?
“They’re human.” And as far as Riann was concerned, that was the end of the question. As far as they knew, they were all as human possible, and they’d continue to believe that so long as it kept them safer. But were their biological parents novas? Did they have any biological siblings? They couldn’t know. Didn’t want to. They shrugded their shoulders, mounting nonchalance on their features. “”It’s just me.”
What’s your ability like? Is it easy to control or harder? Do you even like it?
A heavy silence fell, weighing down Riann’s pause as they tried to sort out what exactly they wanted to say. “It’s, uhm… It’s sort of… instinctual? Like once I make the decision, it just happens and I can’t- I can’t stop it halfway or control it. But… it’s not hard.” Every morph was like a milestone as they wore others’ bodies. In a way, it solidified their comfort in their own skin, as this body felt like home. Like them. Their appearance could change on a whim to that of an existing person, and they were the wolf in sheep’s clothing. They didn’t belong there. The freckles on their arm were the only thing that stayed in tact in their new form, and they often used them as a focal point for changing back to who they were. What was worse- the longer they stayed in a different form, the harder it was to get back. The freckles disappeared one by one as time went on, and Riann had only ever stayed in one body for up for 16 hours before getting so scared of losing themself they had to change back for a few hours for fear of being lost totally to this stranger forever. It was a dark time, a long con at the beginning of their journey to the Sanctuary, and they could distinctly remember the loss of foreignness in the new skin, the comfort and familiarity settling in, hoping to cement them there forever. Riann shook their head to clear the intruding thoughts before finishing their sentence. “It’s, uhm… it’s a cool party trick, that’s for sure. Always win charades.” And that was true; amongst the novas it was easy to get sucked into the game and posture about their ability, flirting with the danger just ever so slightly, but Riann preferred to err on the side of caution. The ability was extremely useful for concealing their identity, or protecting themself, and it made them quite good at the former job, but they’d never admit how each passing hour felt as though they were inching closer and closer to their own identity’s death.
How would you describe your personality?
"I look out for myself,” they concluded. “I have to. I think I’m….” A light chuckle escaped their lips, grin growing across their face, “Wow, I almost said nice. I’m not nice. It’s such a stupid word. But… I care, and I think that kinda comes through. Maybe I’m… I don’t know, a bit too blunt, but I think you have to figure out what’s going to push people away, and what they’re willing to deal with, you know? Does that make sense? I don’t like wasting time or energy, and you gotta go with your gut about what or who is worth it.”
What do you think your greatest strengths and weaknesses are?
“Wow, I guess both my greatest strength AND my greatest weakness is my selfishness. I look out for me, and the people I care about, and I dunno… my own moral compass? But I’m not trying to be a hero.” They paused for a moment, realizing the error they’d made: admitting to caring about others, like they could be used against them, and pointing out their usually self-servitude. This new “home” was still unexplored, and they couldn’t be certain how long they’d be staying. “Also I can’t take a joke.” It was a half-truth. People within their circle had miles of slack, but anyone they didn’t trust couldn’t expect the same wiggle room. There was a certain amount of satisfaction associated with pointing out flaws in logic, even when it meant not accepting a “joke” as something funny.
Where and what were you doing the day the Nova Protection Act was enacted?
“God, I don’t know…” They shifted nervously then, rearranging their arms in front of them. Honestly, they couldn’t quite remember- bigotry and disdain from others had always been a part of their life, whether it be because they were poor and on the streets, or a person of color, or just plain female-passing, they were more than used to the ugliness of society to take note of the “important” day the world gained yet another reason to turn against them. “I was… probably eating ice cream in Staten Island or something. Wasn’t a big deal.”
Did you immediately run? Or did you try to obey the law and report to the Anti-Nova Force?
At the question, the couldn’t help but actually laugh. It was a dry, cynical laugh, one that rang hollowly in their chest, but a laugh all the same. “Yeah, like I’d turn myself in to the same people who’d “randomly” search me at an airport. I didn’t have to do anything. Nothing changed.” Other than the fact their existence officially put their family at risk for more than just being black market thieves. It was one thing to face prison time, and quite another to put their family in danger of detainment just or being associated with them. Looking back, that was exactly the day the left, but they made sure not to leave any indication it was because of the NPA. Instead, that fateful day, they’d announced to their family they and their boyfriend were headed for the warm weather of Miami.
How have you survived this last year and a half or so? Did you have any help or were you all alone? How did you find Yalena’s Sanctuary?
"When you have the skills I have, it’s not too hard.” They pushed off from the wall then, choosing instead to pace a bit. This interview was getting tedious, and they were beginning to feel closed in. Uncomfortable. The nervous energy was coursing through their veins and they needed some way to work it out. “I knew people who knew people, and when I wanted in, I found a way. That’s how transactions work.” They weren’t about to disclose the favors they exchanged for information, or the people involved. The truth was that though their family had a reputation amongst the black market, they had one with its own standing as well. A few skeptical questions, and a bit of calculated risk in admitting to some stranger what they were had gotten them the key to sanctuary, and that’s what mattered.
It’d taken a long time getting from New York to the Sanctuary. Hitchhiking, mostly, plus a few long bus rides, and a train or two, but the passing days just brought them closer and closer to “safety.” Eventually they found a scout (or was found, it was hard to tell), and the rest, was, as they say, history.
What were you doing when the raid happened? How did you respond to the flood of Wardens? How quickly did you go through Yalena’s portal?
"I was… uhm…” Riann paused a moment, concentrating. What had the been doing? Something inconsequential. Something benign. Something completely disrupted by the ruin of the safety they’d imagined they had. Was it playing cards? Riann enjoyed counting cards, and loved to use the skill when given the chance. That was probably it. Something lazy. They couldn’t remember exactly, because the trauma of it all being ripped out from under them was something they didn’t want to acknowledge. “I know I was with other people- I don’t do that a lot, just hanging out, so I remember that. And then this guy, he… slumped over. I saw the dart. Or maybe… it wasn’t a dart. Maybe it was a bullet wound.” They couldn’t remember clearly; perhaps in the nights spent afterwards they’d justified a bullet wound as being a dart to ease their conscience. They couldn’t be certain whether the figure had slumped over in sleep or in something far more permanent. Despite being focused on themself, a great deal of guilt followed them for not doing more that day. “And then there were wardens everywhere. I ran. I heard… screaming.” Panic. Pure panic. “I saw Marisol go through the portal, and I heard someone yell for help. I… watched them fall to the ground. And then, I ran. I…” They knew they could’ve brought more people through. Could’ve at least tried. “I did what I had to do.”
What has living in The Imperium been like for you? Do you feel safer than before? Is it better or worse than on the run, or Yalena’s Sanctuary?
There was an audible pause, silence reverberating with the thoughts collecting in Riann’s mind. Their weight echoed with such strength it was a wonder the AI hadn’t already read each passing thought as it grew. Finally, they let out a defeated sigh and rolled their eyes, settling on indifference and sarcasm for their response. It was too poignant, to real, to say what they really felt. “There’s no wardens yet, so obviously it’s a 10 out of 10…” False flattery was a go-to of theirs when they didn’t want to be honest. In the back of their mind, they wondered whether or not their satisfaction (or dissatisfaction) with their new home could get them booted and back on the streets. Alone. Truthfully? They felt caged. Locked in. Imprisoned with a group of people they mostly didn’t trust, and half they didn’t like. Perhaps it’d be easier to be back on the streets, but at least here their wrist wasn’t going to get scanned at any given moment. They couldn’t tell which they missed more- the safety of being surrounded by similar individuals in the sanctuary, where at least they could be themselves, or the rose-tinted memories of being at home with people that, whether they truly knew Riann or not, they knew they were loved.
“So long as you don’t turn into the terminator, I guess I’m good here.”
The last question. If war broke out between Novas and the humans, which side will you be on?
"I’d be on the side that keeps me safe.” Their answer was pointed and clear, but it didn’t quite explain. Riann’s ties to the human world were something they wouldn’t want to ever speak of, but they’d also made at least one friend within the group of novas, and maybe that was enough. Maybe the idea of coexistence was so long gone that they’d have to side with the novas, knowing that they could never truly belong in the human world. When push came to shove, Riann would choose their kind, but they didn’t want to admit that, even to themself. The idea of belonging to something bigger than them was both incredibly enticing and terrifying.
CONNECTIONS:
Tell us your feelings on their provided connections/relationships and also any other connections you’d be interested in exploring outside of those already provided.
The Hare- I LOVE their friendship. The idea that someone somehow, pushed past the walls Riann has built up and has become important to them is so special. I don’t think Riann would be capable of functioning if they were truly alone for a long time, so this connection is in a way vital to their survival. It’s important enough that I don’t think even Riann understands the gravity of what their feelings for the Hare means, or what they’d do to protect that connection. Since I interpret Riann as demisexual, this is the type of relationship I’d see a possible romantic future in (be it unrequited or not), so I’m definitely excited to see where it leads, but it could also definitely be entirely platonic, familial even, depending on the chemistry and what going on with Marisol, so I’ll just say I’m excited either way.
The Raven- With the personality traits prescribed to Riann, and their history, I can see this being a super interesting connection. Depending on the plot development, I could see the raven bringing out Riann’s more cut-throat nature, but the way I see it, the Raven is one of Riann’s enemies. They trust their gut too much, and will never really be able to trust the Raven. That being said I wanna throw them together as much as possible because who doesn’t love bringing out the worst in their character?
Other connections- I would like to see someone become almost mentor-like to Riann, or vice-versa. They really do havea great capacity to love, it just takes a lot of time to get there, and I want Riann to CARE about others. Preferably several others. In a variety of capacities. I also want someone to just dislike them- with Riann’s personality, it’s completely plausible. They’d definitely question and distrust anyone with authority over them (they even did with Yalena, to an extent, but there was a level of respect with her not afforded to many).
HEADCANONS:
Riann has a series of 6 freckles down their inner forearm that form a nearly perfect line, and traces them subconsciously if they’re really overwhelmed as a sort of grounding mechanism.
Most of the time, they use they pronouns, but occasionally will identify as especially female. As such, I’d write them mostly as they/them, with the occasional she/her thread, but maintain whichever pronouns I start with through the duration of that thread.
They LOVE spice. Curry especially, but they’ve been known to chow down on hot asian and latin foods as well. Not only do they have a taste for it and enjoy the adrenaline rush that comes with the scovilles, but growing up, the spicier their food was, the smaller the chance anyone else would try to eat it. Their affinity was born of necessity, but they’ve grown to truly enjoy a good hot sauce.
CHANGES:
n/a
DETAILED IC INFORMATION
(OPTIONAL STUFF; THIS IS ALL MERELY SUGGESTIONS, NONE OF IT IS REQUIRED)
Character tropes and archetypes related to this character: Bunker Woman, Affectionate Pick Pocket, The Artful Dodger, Friend in the Black Market, Karmic Thief, Little Miss Con Artist
Other: Defrosting the Ice Queen/The Power of Friendship, Hidden Heart of Gold, Anti-Villain,
Goals: I’d love to see Riann swing towards an extreme- their self-interest keeps them rather neutral politically and such, but the right plotting could make them go Good™ or Bad™ and I’m so ready for EITHER. I want them to make someone mad and get their ass kicked, to show them they’re not quite as independent and strong as they think they are. I want their morality to be put to the test, and have to choose between saving a life and killing, or the consequences of doing nothing in a situation where they can do something. I want them to deal with authority figures and get to a point where they accept that authority figure. I don’t see Riann as a leader, per say, but they’d make a great sidekick eventually, and then, depending on the long run, it’d be interesting to make them step up as leader as well, but that’s not what I see in the immediate future.
I made a mockblog for them (sideblog to this one to reblog inspo and such): https://vulpeculamockblog.tumblr.com/
ANYTHING ELSE?
I also answered the ability question for the doppleganger morphing because I also think it’s really cool, and would love to play with either!
Congratulations ELSIE, you have been accepted as LUPUS, THE WOLF with the faceclaim of JADE TAILOR and the POWER REPLICATION ability!
Notes from the Admins: Ellie and Tasha:
Both the apps we received for Lupus were so amazing and interesting. We had a tough decision to make because they went in very different directions, but ultimately it was your vision that we felt fit best with what we originally imagined. Oh boy, I (Ellie) certainly was hooked right from the start. You did so well in fleshing out this complex beautiful character that we had envisioned. Your headcanons and ideas were so well thought out and you put so much care and research into her that I was just blown away. I (Tasha) loved the way you wrote your bio for Lupus. I know this was sent before the application format was changed, but it was beautifully done. I love how I can see how much work you put into your application.
We also would like to formally accept your request to change her name to Ashwiyaa ‘Nyx’ Lowell.
You have 48 hours to send in your blog. If you haven’t already joined the group discord then you may do so now (if that’s your wish) [x]. Once you have turned in your blog, you will be given a role that will allow you access to the private channels regarding plots/characters. Please remember to do everything on the checklist, and also we just want to thank you for joining this roleplay. We hope your time with us will be a fun and memorable one!
OOC INFORMATION
Alias & Pronouns:
Elsie, I use she/her/hers pronouns
Age:
24
Timezone, Activity Level, & RP Experience:
I’m in GMT (currently southeast England, but I’m hopefully going to be moving to Scotland in a few months).
My activity is going to be around 7ish out of 10 and I’ve been roleplaying for twelveish years o.O. I don’t have any accounts to link to, but I will be writing snippets on my mockblog!
BASIC IC INFORMATION
Skeleton:
Lupus
Faceclaim:
Jade Tailor or Katie Findlay
Age:
26
Orientation:
She’s describe herself as either pansexual or sexually fluid.
Origin:
Born to parents that originated from the small town on the shores of Lake Ontario and Detroit to parents of Native descent (and Jewish on her great-grandfather’s side), Nyx’s early years were primarily spent on the run. From what she remembers her mother telling her, she was born almost a month early in a small cabin in the woods not far from Niagara Falls. Every couple of months, they would find a new place to stay or her parents would leave her with friends for weeks at a time.
After their capture in New York City, Nyx was constantly shuffled between various foster homes, group homes and even juvie a couple of times.
Nova Type:
I think her abilities would fit in Mentis the most.
Ability:
Nyx’s abilities are… complicated. The official name is ‘power replication with limited power detection’ or as she calls it ‘ability radar/spidey senses and downloading’.
She is drawn to people with abilities, it’s like a weird tug that Nyx isn’t really sure how to explain (aside from 'spidey senses’. She cannot tell you what abilities they have, but she can sense if someone is a Nova or not.
And like when downloading something off the internet, it takes time for Nyx to 'copy’ their ability and store it in her 'mental hard drive’. Typically this is done by just standing within ten feet of them. Should the 'connection’ be interrupted, she will only have a fraction of that ability and it causes her to have headaches should the 'download’ be slow.
The other option is 'instant download’ which is achieved through direct physical contact. It will cause the other Nova to feel a sudden unease and fatigue, while Nyx suffers from nosebleeds and migraines as it’s almost like getting punched.
However, that is only the beginning as once Nyx 'learns’ an ability doesn’t mean she knows how to use it or control it or even know what it is.
This can make her a liability and a danger especially with potentially catastrophic abilities, not to mention that she sometimes can’t get them to work when she wants them to or when she is angry they will flare up.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t mean that she remembers what abilities she has absorbed. It’s kind of like putting them in a box which get put in an attic where it is easily forgotten and in order to be used, it has to be searched for.
To help with this she has a literal physical written list of abilities she has absorbed and is aware of. Certain abilities are triggered by specific thoughts/feelings which are written next to those abilities. Some she has remembered, but it gives her peace of mind to have it.
When using her abilities, Nyx’s eyes will turn completely black and a strange black energy (like the negative of a bright image) will appear around her fingers or objects when certain abilities are used.
Biography:
Complicated.
Meaning: consisting of many interconnecting parts or elements; intricate.
Synonyms include: complex, intricate, tangled, knotted and thorny.
If there was ever a word to describe you and the life you’ve lived. From the day you were born, you’ve had to fight.
Born too early to parents that wanted a better world and didn’t know of any other way to get it then through violence. For so long, they had been unheard. Then they found others who felt just like them. They banded together for alone we are week, but together we are strong.
Now they would make the world listen; they would make the system scared of them as they had been scared for generations. For the first time, they had the advantage and they were going to use it.
You barely remember what life was like before: always on the move, staying with family friends while your parents were away for weeks on end.
You know that they loved you though and you can’t help but think that that only makes it so much worse.
It all changed in just a little more than two minutes. Those minutes will forever be engraved in your memory, haunting your dreams and thoughts like a plague.
It starts with glass breaking, then smoke, the door breaking down, yelling (so much yelling), something heavy hitting the wall, gunshots.
You cover your ears, it’s so loud. Tears roll down your cheeks as you press yourself into the corner, stuffed wolf clutched to your chest. You so desperately want to close your eyes but you can’t.
A gun turns towards you; familiar arms wrap around your small frame. Apples, she always smelled like apples.
Another shot rings.
And for the first time ever, you hear your father scream.
Criminals; terrorists; monsters; that’s what the world calls them but you never saw them that way.
You saw your mother, who you look so much like, humming a half forgotten Ojibwe song as paper cranes floated around you heads. And your father, with his eyes so much like yours standing in the doorway with a soft smile on his face that never could reach his eyes.
Your memories fade, the happier ones that is. When you recall them now, it’s like looking through a fog. Some flashes are clear and others you aren’t even sure if that is what truly happened.
The world however refuses to forget. Not only that, but it warps the memories.
History is after all written by the victors.
Instead of moving from place to place with kind people at the door, instead all you know is cold. With each new placement, you pray it is different, but all it takes for someone to find out you’re Nova or just whose child you are. Still you try. You try so hard to show you are good, that you’re not like them.
And yet at each and every turn, it’s like getting slapped in the face when all your effort turns to ash.
You cry when you find out you are more like your father then you thought and you hide it for as long as you can. You have his eyes, his abilities and soon his anger. Though you hate it, you can understand why they did what they did.
With each disappointment, the anger builds, forming a wall inside you so that it’s harder to be hurt, harder to be cared for.
If he had put his mind to it, you have no doubt that your father could destroy the world.
And if the world has taught you anything, it’s that you are your father’s daughter.
They see you as a monster and so they treat you like one. Is it so hard to understand why you began to believe it? Why you acted like one?
You always hold back, but you won’t be a victim anymore. You were raised better, you are better. And you would rather have that then be seen as weak.
You don’t start the fights, but you end them. Some places have hidden demons and you run as far away as you can before you are forced to do something.
They always find you though. In the end, you are always caught and dragged screaming away.
After years of grey walls and icy people, you are finally old enough to no longer be a ward of the state. But just because you are 'free’ doesn’t mean it’s better now.
The day you register, the Warden just smiles at you in a way that sends a shiver up your spine. His words haunt you: 'I’ll be seeing you soon’. Two days later, it’s the anniversary of that horrible horrible day and you see people celebrate.
As soon as you have the money saved, you get your biotag replaced with a clean one on the black market. But not before you cut out the old one and make it explode. It hurt and scars, but it was so worth it.
The next day you are as far away as you can get.
You find yourself drifting, never staying in one place for long, hiding in plain sight. The days blur together, turning into weeks, then months and finally years.
At the back of your mind, you feel the urge to join the Watchdogs. After all, your parents had been part of the inner circle and you had stayed with some of them.
Eventually you push the thought away. They didn’t care, hell they didn’t even look for you.
For so long you live like a shadow, content in your lonely life.
For the first time, you are free from the cloud that is your parents’ name but you cannot run from your abilities. So you stay away from people, away from the cities, the asshole Wardens, the world in general. You don’t want to chance it, not that you ever had a chance in their world. Not with your name, you abilities, hell even with your bought biotag.
Still, you can pretend you are someone else and maybe find some peace.
Lonely peace, but at least some. That’s more than you can say for your parents.
Then the bullshit Nova Protection Act came through.
You were walking through some street a couple of months after it passed through out of necessity (God knows you sure as shit didn’t want to be in the city) when you saw it: a Warden dragging off a screaming kid to a truck while her mother tried to get to her child. Another Warden smacked her across the face, sending her to the ground.
So many people watched and no one did anything. They just stood there like sheep as this woman still tried to fight against the armed man.
Images flash before your mind: your mother screaming, you fighting against the Warden holding you as they dragged your father away.
In that second you realize that you’ve become a sheep. These four years have made you exactly what you hate.
And it’s time to wake up.
The next few minutes are chaos. The sheep scatter, the Wardens lay crumpled on the ground and the child was in her mother’s arms.
You told them to run and she thanked you. You can’t remember the last time that happened.
It sparked something in you. For the first time you felt alive.
You left the Wardens alive, but you did damage them a bit and their car was a smouldering ruin by the time you got away.
Strange how you’ve followed in your parents’ footsteps: through foster homes, group homes, never staying in one place for long. It isn’t surprising that you’re labeled a fugitive.
It wasn’t long after that you found Yalena. She offered to help you to a safehouse but you refused. You had been sitting idle for far too long and you weren’t going to now.
No, you were going to fight. It’s what you’re good at.
After all, maybe the world doesn’t need another hero, sometimes it needs a monster. And if you can save others from what was done to you, to your parents, what’s being done to innocents?
Then you’ll be that monster.
Connections:
I imagine that Nyx’s relationship with Dinah is, like much of her life, complicated. There is so much potential between them and they could be amazing friends if only Nyx would give her the chance.
She’s so envious of her because she’s so kind in spite of everything while she’s turned into what she is. She’s capable of things that she truly believes that she herself cannot give nor receive.
If Nyx could, she would let her in, but she’s forced herself to be so guarded that she cannot help but think that there’s an angle behind Dinah’s kindness. After all, she must have an ulterior motive because why would she be nice to her
Even before, it was much the same. If she had met Dinah a little while before, her life might have been so different. Yet by then, she had given up any hope that someone might care about her and would’ve thought that Dinah should stop acting that way and 'grow up.’ She probably would have been a lot ruder and harsh towards her, but not cruel. A part of her would have been worried because it was only a matter of time before her spark died just like Nyx’s did.
With a little bit of time and especially if Dinah taught Nyx how to use her abilities, I see her opening up? Like going from not really enemies to like super super close? I kind of imagine that Dinah would be a calming presence and would be able to convince Nyx/hold her back from doing stupid reckless things.
Plus I may have been stalking the Magicians tag and am totally going to reblog some gifsets cause they are literally perfect??? <3.<3 (kk I’m done rambling about them now I promise!)
For Leo, she’d be like 'ugh whatever’. Like she grates on Nyx’s nerves but she doesn’t really care? She pretty much just thinks of her as another asshat that thinks they know her when they know jack. Plus she would not appreciate being ordered around by her and acting like she’s better when they are all the same and want the same thing.
I’d love a partner in crime for her though? Someone that she’s kind of drawn to and they work well together? I imagine that they’re both fighters and tend to be at the front lines.
Also maybe like a sibling figure? Someone who she kind of sees herself in a bit and just kind of connects to?
Changes:
I’d like to change her name to Ashwiyaa ‘Nyx’ Lowell
DETAILED IC INFORMATION
(Optional Stuff; This is all merely suggestions, none of it is required)
Headcanons + Chara Tropes + etc (up in a few): https://mockblognyx.tumblr.com/headcanons
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/elsieswriting/nyx/
Also I’m going to be posting graphics, ideas and such on the mock blog ;)
ANYTHING ELSE?
I’m going to be changing my url to 'mockblognyx’ cause having it 'misty’ is just confusing XP
Also I am so so so sorry for the rambling and the length O.o
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