Tasmin Largo RP

Independent Roleplay/Ask Blog For A "Repo! The Genetic Opera" Original Character. Established February 2015. 15+ Years Experience. Selective. Multiship & Multiverse. Mun Of Age, Muse Underage. Written By Duckie Nella Moriarty.

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CLOSED STARTER | @howlofthewolf​

{♥} – Tasmin hummed softly with her nose ritualistically stuck in a book while she sat resolutely speechless for the duration of her lunch break, reading words entangled with messy prose & jumbled punctuation; it had clearly been written by a foreigner. This, however, just made every jilted grammatical accuracy all the more fascinating to the young librarian. The redhead coughed delicately into her sleeve, the thin fabric of her Winter jumper woven between her thumb & her index finger to keep it covering her gaunt & fragile wrists. Even behind the closed doors of the contemporary library, the temperature was below 0. It was a wonder how this place still raised the funds to stay open in this economy...though, open it was. Warm, it sadly wasn’t.

Almost instantaneously as her wrist communicator buzzed, as though by clockwork, Tasmin tucked her favourite floral-pressed bookmark between the weathered pages, and closed the book shut, its aged cover yet another delightful attribute enjoyed by the working teen. It was at that moment that she heard the factory-esque moan of the sensor above the door denote the presence of a customer, to which she rushed timorously to greet. Tasmin linked her thin fingers in front of her equally frailing body, a pale smile visible between the bush of ginger curls atop her head.

❝Oh, hello! Can I help you find anything specific...?❞

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{Starter Call!}

Hit the heart button for a starter with TASMIN LARGO, an OC based in the REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA universe!

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telekineticseer:

Since Will was a seer; aside from being a metahuman as well, though he still needed to learn whether the seer abilities were part of being a meta or not, he of course knew of the holiday’s true origins, and while he was respectful of those who celebrated that part of Halloween, for many years his main focus had been on getting free candy every year. Although now that he was the one that had to hand out the free candy, he had decided to make the recipients work for their candy, and he had always wanted to create a haunted house. So with that in mind, he had started creating the decorations for said haunted house. “Yes, I did, and still am. They’re going to be featured in something I’m cooking up for Halloween~”

Getting a better look at the mousy redhead, the dark blond thought that she was a little cute with a bright blush on her face, must have been because he had noticed her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tasmin. You’re welcome to check out what I’ve finished, so far.” Will offered with a warm smile.

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{♥} – Tasmin hummed softly as her timorous gaze swept over the expanse of his handmade decorations. They were arguably spooky - in good Halloween spirit, of course - but nowhere near as spooky as the unhandsome reality of organ failure that had long since swept the globe, not to mention its so-called ‘saviour’, GeneCo. She began to wonder about the man standing in front of her. How many surgeries had he had? Was the Repo Man after him...? Did he believe in the false God of GeneCo...? Of course, she wouldn’t ask him that, though questions such as these had seemed to overpower her, lately. Tragedy was around, but she valued privacy too much to poke around in this man’s personal business; besides, she hardly knew him. Instead, she silently observed his masculine hands work over the decorations. She wondered if they might feel like her father’s. Men were distant creatures to Tasmin.

She ran thin digits through flame-red hair, smiling diffidently as a slight chuckle escaped her golden throat. Her spare hand hovered over a line of ghost-like faces strung together with a ‘bloody’ rope, ❝Blood stains & all!❞ she commented with an impressed lilt to her voice, revering how otherworldly his work was, and how the disfigured faces seemed to unsettle her; even if she, herself, preferred more traditional depictions. ❝These are really good...um...do you...actually believe in ghosts?❞ she asked softly, backing her statement up with a settled, ❝I do.❞

Maybe, she thought, just maybe, the ghosts of all those poor people whose organs have been repossessed are happier in the spirit realm. Returning to mother nature seemed far more peaceful than the gory reality of the human world...

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deetziisms:

               ❝I’m pretty sure that it’s you and only you who agrees with her work.❞ Nobody else, not even Delia’s own backer supported her art for the obvious reason. Well, Tasmin didn’t find it so obvious, apparently. Lydia just rolled her eyes, and said, ❝Yeah, well, most beholders don’t share your opinion.❞

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❝That’s unfortunate. You never know, her work may be worth millions, sometime in the future!❞ Tasmin quietly smiled, glancing over the object, once more, before returning her view towards Lydia. Money had never been something the redhead particularly craved, aside from when she was half-frozen & starving, but it seemed in today’s world that most people were obsessed with it. Especially the Largos. Why people wouldn’t choose to pursue happiness over fortune would always bewilder her.

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@surreptitiouslargolamb

     Even in his old life, Savior hadn’t been a big fan of parties, but now they at least offered a chance to make quick and copious amounts of cash. Kids like these were always ready to be high and celebrate, and they usually proved much easier to deal with and more willing to shell out too much money. Even if he didn’t like parties like these, he was grateful for them.

     He hung back against the wall, watching people milling about and waiting for his services to be required. As soon as the celebrated boy was ready the rest of them would come flocking, and he would be ready. For now though, for now, he could wait, observe and wonder if, in another life, he might’ve been on the other side. Of course, that wasn’t really worth too much. There wasn’t another life, only the one he was living in.

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surreptitiouslargolamb:

Parties were, to Tasmin, daunting opportunities for GENcops to entrap her dainty frame, but they were also fantastic snacking opportunities. She could only hope she wouldn’t seem gluttonous, steadily munching on the refreshments throughout the night. Tasmin even considered sliding a couple of juice pouches in to her purse for her Mother, the two of them having lived in poverty for so long...but she couldn’t bring herself to be so rude. She mustn’t take more than what she’d already consume for the duration of the party.

A new friend had invited her there, but once she’d arrived at the venue, Tasmin found herself deep in the sea of partying guests, unable to find her aforementioned friend. She’d spent the past half hour asking if anyone knew where she was hanging, but seemingly to no avail. She began to wonder if her friend had already ditched her before her arrival...it wouldn’t surprise her. People were so capricious, these days. She’d been just about ready to give up, but that was when she caught a passing glance at another stranger in the shadows. Swallowing her nerves, she plucked up the courage to approach him, giving a tentative wave, despite his somewhat harsh appearance. From what she could tell, they were chalk & cheese, but Tasmin wasn’t opposed to giving anyone a chance. ❝Um...hi.❞ she squeaked out, tucking a curl of ginger hair behind her ear, ❝Do you know Tanya...T-Tanya Green? I’m supposed to be meeting her, here.❞ she briefly explained, oceanic eyes glimmering flatteringly beneath the party lights.

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OPEN; TO ALL

                ❝If you break that Delia’s going to be pissed. I mean, I won’t be pissed because that thing is horrible. It looks like something a kindergartner can do with some play-doh but Delia still calls it a r t.❞

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surreptitiouslargolamb:

Tasmin failed to arrest her wandering hands, ever the appreciator of curiosities & trinkets, especially those hand-crafted. Carefully, she placed it back down where she had found it, oceanic eyes glistening meekly as she turned out a smile towards the other person. ❝Some people say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I think it’s lovely.❞

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cheryl1967:

“Then by all means let’s get us some chai.”  Cheryl grinned and laid a hand on Tasmin’s back, steering her to the door of the cafe.  “Let’s get a table by the big window.  I like to people-watch.”

surreptitiouslargolamb:

Tasmin could hardly wait to feel the familiar comfort of a steaming cup of chai warm through her body, especially with the declining heat of the Autumn. Allowing her friend to guide her inside, she inwardly sighed upon being seated by the window. She preferred to shy away from the public eye...but since Cheryl was kind enough to buy her a drink, she simply smiled & complied without a fuss. ❝Alright! This is a pleasant place to refresh...do you come here, often?❞ inquired the redhead, maintaining her soft smile as she examined the scenery.

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surreptitiouslargolamb's sign is Aries

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theximpactxzone:

“Tasmin…that is a very pretty name,” grinned Austin. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing around here?”

surreptitiouslargolamb:

Tasmin opened her mouth to reply, but found herself stammering for an answer. Doe eyes timorously blinking in the moonlight, the redhead could only blush, the only thing shocking her out of her fluster being the sudden rush of GENcops dashing past them in a foreboding promise of imminent bloodshed. Tasmin exhaled lightly as she glanced down at the ground, brows knitting together in sympathy for whichever poor soul was to be butchered at the hands of GeneCo, that night. Regaining her composure, she tried an unassertive smile up at the flirtatious male. ❝Th-thank you...I-I was just...headed to the market for some coffee beans. I was told this was a shortcut, but now I’m afraid I don’t know where I am.❞ sheepishly admitted the teenager as she swayed from foot to foot, her fragile hand clasped idly around the opposite arm.

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quintessentialcanvas:

“Yeah, it’s so dumb but to be honest… I wouldn’t be surprised if it were real. There are stories about women falling for that crap though, so it’s obviously some perverted man scam.” she said, giggling lightly to herself “Ridiculous but I feel like I’d someday let myself fall for it if I’m in the mood for the frisky business.”

surreptitiouslargolamb:

❝I’m having trouble processing that it would even be possible. Spirits...you feel them, you don’t have sex with them.❞ Tasmin involuntarily giggled, glancing self-consciously down at the gravel beneath her boots as she brushed her fiery bush of hair away from her face. ❝With that being said, who am I to say what is and isn’t real? I’m not a ghost, so I can’t be one to talk.❞

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deaddollshilo​:

Shilo was sneaky enough to let herself out of the house that day, walking behind her moving fireplace and escaping. She left a single flower on her mother’s tomb and she made it out, being extra careful not to get caught.

When a voice was heard from behind her, a startled gasp left her lungs, before slowly turning. Her cheeks blushed and she smiled timidly at the redhead girl. “Hello.” Shilo said politely with a nod. “Merry late Christmas to you too! Um… Yeah, I- I did, thank you. Did you?” She smiled calmly, holding her bag to her.

surreptitiouslargolamb:

❝I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.❞ Tasmin apologised candidly, having an intense personal relationship with the anxiety of being crept up on, or feeling uneasy outside. She was constantly aware of her vulnerability in this city, especially that of being spotted by the infamous...but that was another story. Pulling her crimson duffel coat around her, she tried not to project her unrest.

Tasmin tilted her head in a polite gesture of appreciation, ❝Yeah, it was...nice. More peaceful than what I’d expected.❞ the redhead briefly explained, consciously glancing around their surroundings. ❝How’s your Dad...?❞ asked the Wiccan, feeling a pang of compulsion to inquire. After all, Christmastime, in her religion, was a time of renewal and hope, somethings of which, from what Shilo had mentioned, dear Nathan could certainly use. Not only that, but Nathan was part of her friend’s family, and so it was only polite to ask after him.

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cheryl1967:

“Ghosts love it when you stir ‘em up,” Cheryl insisted, walking toward the entrance of the house.  “Don’t you watch Ghost Adventures? They eat that shit up.”

surreptitiouslargolamb:

❝Just...please, be careful, Cheryl. Ghosts are sensitive apparitions, some more prone to exhibiting their energy than others. I’m sure, if we go in with an open mind, we’ll be fine, just...don’t take them for granted.❞ Tasmin reminded, bowing her head in reluctance as she followed behind her friend. Truthfully, she didn’t want to rouse the ghosts through respect for their own privacy, but if Cheryl insisted, then...well, she couldn’t very well send her in on her own, could she? Abandoned houses, haunted or not, undoubtedly came with their risks, especially structurally.

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❝I apologise for the mess and the...❞ Tasmin glanced shamefacedly around at the rapidly deteriorating condition of the apartment she shared with her sick Mother. The walls were peeling and full of mould, while the bare floors were splintered and dusty. ❝I...wasn’t expecting any visitors. Not that you’re not welcome!❞ she added in swift correction, a slight crease appearing in her brow as the harrowing sound of a GeneCo siren cried in the distance. The chaos never ceased in this city. Not for a blessed moment! ❝Please, come in! Can I get you anything to drink?❞ offered the redhead to Raylan, oddly comforted by the familiar and friendly face of her dear friend.

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{{Like for a starter from TASMIN LARGO, a REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA based OC.}}

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cheryl1967:

“Eh. There’s no such thing as ghosts, right? So, nothing can hurt us.” Cheryl smirked. “What, are you scared, Tasmin?”

surreptitiouslargolamb:

❝Oh, Cheryl, you know that isn’t my belief!❞ Tasmin dissented with a good natured smile, brushing away a few stray curls from her vision, ❝I’m not scared. However, if that place really is haunted, I don’t want to disturb it. The dead are resting. I have no right to disturb them.❞

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Tasmin, sweetie... do you remember me? Someone you may have seen once in a dream, maybe? Perhaps you may have an inkling of what we did together, hmmm? Or... almost did? Perhaps you might like to explore such fantasies for real this time? My tentacles need you... I do hope you feel the need for them, too~

Tasmin’s gasp was abruptly hampered, hitching in her throat as she stared like a deer in the headlights at the dark tentacled lady who stood brashly before her. Her form was not unrecognised by the Wiccan, though seeing her so clearly and definitely, this time, certainly shook Tasmin’s sobriety. She had to remind herself not to gawk like a salmon as she attempted to process the wild revelation. What had happened between them, before…it couldn’t be true. Could it…?

❝Y-you’re real?!❞

She seemed to shrink down in to an even more meek and mild ball of awkward nerves than usual. What was she supposed to say? For all she’d realised up until this point, the tentacled woman had been nothing but a fabrication inside a nighttime dream…

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