ROSNOVY: a depiction of a winter’s paradise. But do you know what truly lies beneath its snowbanks and frozen lakes? Can you taste the death and secrets laid thick in the air? It’s there. Right beneath its surface lies something sinister, something b l o o d y. A war is raging, ready to claim its next victims. WHO WILL BE NEXT? [ MOBILE NAV ]
As we’re quite sure you have noticed, things have gone awfully quiet around here over the last couple of days. While this roleplay means a lot to us and we have absolutely adored seeing you write for these characters and world we have created, we decided that for now it would be best to close Prochnost. We haven’t decided on much yet, but we’re quite sure that we want to open it up again at some point in the future, maybe with some improvements. At the moment we sadly don’t have the time to put in enough work to perhaps get things going again, therefore this will be the end — for now.
We welcome all of you, our truly beloved members, to let us know if you would be interested in staying part of this roleplay once we reopen. Just shoot us a message and we shall keep you posted on further developments - we would love to have you continue with us. We truly feel like we’ve become our own little family over these months and there is so much of this story left to tell, we want to make sure we’ll all get the chance to do just that.
For the time being, we will keep the discord channel up and open and please feel welcome to continue all threads related to the current plot drop or earlier ones if you feel like it. Know we’re always around if you want to talk or just chat. And know that we will return, because Rosnovy’s streets are still full of mystery and we have so much left in store.
Also not the Ana anon but Ana is half Cuban her father being a poc and her mother being Spanish (white)
hi, love! i appreciate you wanting to help us out here. i’ve now spent quite some time looking through what i could find on ana’s ethnicity and it seems to be a bit unclear to me. some people do say that her father is mestizo but there is very little clarity as far as i could find. due to that and the fact that she isn’t a perfect fit for katia in my opinion, it’s still going to be a no from me.
When will acceptances be? Also have you guys admined other groups before?
hey, love! as always acceptances will be held at 9AM on SATURDAY, with our submit closing at 8PM on FRIDAY and we would love to see some new faces around here! in regards to your second question it’s a no, while each of us has admin experience we’ve never admined a group together before.
hi, love! sadly ana de armas won’t work as an alternative for katia, since she is (to my knowledge) white-cuban and we would like for katia’s fc to remain a poc. here you can find a whole bunch of approved fc alternatives for katia, perhaps you’ll like one of these.
Since the dash is moving a bit slowly at the moment we thought that now would be an appropriate time for a fun little task to perhaps help getting everybody’s muse up again — it isn’t very writing focused so we hope you’ll have a good time with this, even if you’re struggling with writing right now.
The task is to post either a graphic or a page that is Social Media inspired! This could be a Facebook, Instagram, Twitter or any other type of page and really that’s all the requirements we’re going to give you guys. If your character for some reason wouldn’t have a social media presence, feel free to consider it as kind of an AU. Go wild, be creative we can’t wait to see what you guys concoct up. Once you’ve finished your graphic or page, feel free to post it and tag our talktag #prochnosttalk and #prochnosttask003. Below the cut we have some templates we have found for you if you have the program Photoshop, or if you would like to make a page on your blog.
We hope that you will enjoy making these and please, feel free to make as many of them as you wish!
will your locked characters be coming out soon? can we possibly hear more about them!xx
hello, darling! we love the excitement over our locked charas v much and i can tell you that we’re in the planning stages of starting to release them. it will, however, still be quite a bit until we actually get to that point in the plot. due to the fact that they are very tightly bound to our plot plans, we sadly can’t give you anymore teasers that we already have, i hope you’re not too mad at us for that. for the time being, we still have some truly marvelous (if i do say so myself) open characters and we welcome everyone to come and take a look at them!
I just found this blog by going through someone's rp rec tag and I haven't seen you guys in the tags :( I would love for this rp to get more attention bc it deserves it! Do you have any wanted?
hello lovely! firstly thank you so much for your kind words, we really appreciate it! we do have a promo blog that is going to certain tags, but we are so grateful that you found us through someone’s rp rec tag. truthfully, any of our open characters would definitely be most wanted, but i personally would love to see isaac, yelena, ivan or katia taken up!! also members if there is anyone else you would like to see, pls do comment below <3
anonymous: oof. why did it have to be the cute one, though??!?
[[VIDEO CAPTURED: death comes in threes. one to lurk. one to leer. and one to lurch. and that is what these three willowy figures have done. they sought to create ripples in these still, too still, waters. they demanded to take that of which was not theirs. not yet. and one does lurk. they lurk beneath a canopy of crimson and crooked bark. twisting, bending, and moving as still as the night. only to be noticed by their shadow. purposefully noticed. noticed by a silly boy who had ran so quickly, and so effortlessly, into death’s hands. and another does leer. they snarl and snap at the lonely boy. a deceptively pretty, but vicious face that draws the eyes. and the last does lurch. they leapt from a branch to ensnare the boy who thought he could outrun them all. but when death comes in threes, even he cannot escape all those hands making desperate grasps at him.]]
“ В ти́хом о́муте че́рти во́дятся. ”
“ Still waters run deep. ”
ALL THE MICE HAVE GONE BACK TO THEIR CAGES
july 21st. all last week. isaac’s office.
He’s incensed. Seething with red, hot fury so unlike him to know. And the rage didn’t awaken when his supplies bathed in an orange-yellow glow; birthing a heat he had never known and began an uncontrollable blaze it took the city to put out. It wasn’t even when his consigliere was lost to him, plausibly for good, and unearthed hours later in a state hysteria he has never seen his advisor in. An advisor he still hasn’t spoken with on pressing matters: his… let’s call it stability, for now. It appears the ice beneath his feet grows thinner. Impossibly so. But, still, it isn’t that which fuels the flames. It was the note. The defacement, and the infiltration of his office. It was as if she slithered into his very skull when she simply strolled into his office and she had no place there. Her disruption of his thoughts were not welcome and as for her hospitality… absurd. Absurd as it is laughable. She must think him a fool to mistake a bullet for a warm reception. Their fight has been anything but amicable. It has been hell-raising and earth-shattering. It has been drenched in the blood of hundreds and hundreds more to come. The only comforting thing that has come from it is the years. Years of Reapers standing the test of time. Years of knowing the Angels have one tree in their garden that remains to be their sole source of damnation.
So, while he is incensed, he is also pleased. Pleased as he seeks the solitude of his office to reorganize his thoughts, his belongings, and his plans. Plans that haven’t had any eyes rake over them; not even the Orlova’s. Though, they have tried to disturb him. But, his door remains shut. Locked tight. All that can be heard is the furious scribblings of a mad man. Though a mad man he is not. The world will soon see his brilliance come to light.
For now, all anyone sees is the shipments. They watch as sleek, black cars bolt down streets and spew up dirt mixed with snow in their wake. All anyone hears is the scribbles and soon, with Mateo’s return from the hospital, the muted interrogations. The hushed forcefulness of a man in need of answers. Answers that give birth to new, grander plans. Ones that involve the shadows casted from Mount Snovier.
july 22nd. 8:07pm. cherry woods.
Where Isaac’s stews in the silence, the Orlova’s fury is that of a shriek in the woods that echoes and sends birds scattering, seeking warmth and light elsewhere. For there are no more illusions to be found. They cannot hide in the dark as all those shadows are occupied now; crawling with the wrath of an unknown threat while theirs has been brought to the light. Or in one light: Raven’s. Stolen within a single thought and given to another without permission. Or, at least, that is what they believe. They are almost certain their plans have been shared, digested, and embraced by the Angel’s while the Reaper’s leader goes deathly silent. So silent he does not whisper into the ear of his underboss. Yelena has lost those wretched, never coveted, lips and it has left her shaken. On the verge of undoing. Who’s? Isaac’s? Her own? That is yet to be told.
There is only one certainty in Yelena’s mind: she will strike first. She will not be left in wait. She will not have her boss rise as she continues to fall. Regardless of the man’s plan, whether they benefit her or not, the secret has come out. To some. To few. To enough. They can no longer hide their malicious intentions. So, they gather in the woods. Their men. Their conspirators. Their followers. Their sheep. All who are roped into the Orlova’s schemes have been beckoned to sit, chat, embrace a new leadership, and dine on a long-awaited promise. Soon.
july 23rd. 10:30am sharp. vetrova mansion: war room.
They sprawl out on cushioned chairs with mouths wrapped around strawberries dipped in chocolate, living in pseudo leisure. All for the cameras. Cameras that are continuously flashing, recording, and desirous of their next move. They want to see an angel weep, but they will not. They dine in excellence, roam the streets with chins held high, and frequent their club each night; ravaging each other and Rosnovy in the finest sins. As it was the Angels who rose victorious at the docks. They walked away with mere scratches and the Reapers didn’t walk away at all. They were left at the docks lifeless, a bloody painting for all of Rosnovy’s citizen to gaze upon, as a reminder to any that defy the Vetrova’s and harm the innocents of this city: blood will have blood. But when the cameras die down and the spotlight fades, the angels lick their wounds behind closed doors. They each take their time to express their pain, sorrow, and rage, in solitude as they try to erase the smear of blood their wings have been dipped in to. But, they can’t. It’s permanent. One stain on top of another, leaving only the choice to get back up and fight another day.
As the Angels lie dormant or dine on several sins, Masha and Ryker plan. They spend hours, mother and son, discussing in the war room over the state of their angels, their family, and the world outside their pearly gates. It isn’t so cozy within the warmth of their doors. Despite their best efforts, a family will always feud. And it hasn’t escaped either the boss or the underboss’ attention how their family clashes. An argument waits at several doors and, while that isn’t comforting, it isn’t unfortunate. It is expected. And while families do have their quarrels, most of the time they remain united. The two of them hold on to that thought: a pretty little musing that will drive them to remind their angels of that very fact in the coming days.
And while it may be a bit frosty inside the mansion, there is a snow storm raging outside their doors. Far less cozy. Yet, extremely comforting. Comforting to know that the reapers face a stronger divide. A divide that craves to rip one kingdom into two. It stirs a nice thought for them this early morning: perhaps the reapers will peck each other to death as the Angels watch. That would be divine. Not enough for them to completely stop their plans, though. So, they plan. For hours. Locked up in their own war room while the rest of the angels twirl and flash pretty smiles for all the cameras. But, little does one know, it isn’t the same plan.
july 23rd. 11:46pm. vetrova mansion: rozalie’s room.
Theresa’s half asleep when she hears it. Faint, but there. A voice she hasn’t heard in ages. One that sends chills down her spine as it is picked up on one of her listening devices. And the voice that speaks is one that tells her it wasn’t a listening device she planted, but rather the one Evelina did. Which means… Rozalie. She tosses her sheets aside, ungracefully shoves on her slippers, and runs over to her desk in time to hear Rozalie say: ‘ where hell freezes over ’. Then another voice. One she was familiar with a lifetime ago. One she heard again only a few days ago. A voice just as chilling, but softer. Ryker’s saying: ‘ when ’. Then Rozalie immediately, harshly: ‘ soon ’.
BUT ONE GOT LOOSE
july 25th. 5:21pm. near mount snovier.
A note:
Heard whispers. Scope out Mount Snovier again.
Francesco’s handwriting. Francesco’s words. But, not really him. It was Ryker instead. Ryker who has come to excel at forging Francesco’s signature and slips it into Rozalie’s hand without another word. He has played his part now, has set the dominoes up to fall just the way they had planned. It is the Ice Princess who places the note then. Inconspicuous, a white slip that sticks out of a book left haphazardly on the speedster’s bedside desk, inches from clattering to the ground with a loud thud. Next to it, a man asleep, lost too deep in the land of dreams. He doesn’t rise. The book doesn’t drop. She leaves unseen and unheard — another Voight plan executed to perfection, a perfect trail laid out. Alexei discovers it come morning, and he slips out without a word. Not a single goodbye.
The next few minutes come in flashes, he is running, then: snow, mountains, the frozen dead, a tunnel, and at last three very alive people. Three to lurk, leer, and lurch. Three to ensnare the little speedster and drag him down into the deep, dark abyss.
One minute he was there. Then he was gone in a flash.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION:
Past threads may continue, but no more starters can be made for the first plot drop.
Our second plot drop! Starters and threads should be kept within the timeframe given for the plot drop, and players should strive to have their characters play out the events of the plot drop. Please feel free to explore alternative avenues for your character as well during the aftermath of Alexei going missing.
In-game, the plot drop occurs from JULY 21ST to JULY 30TH.
Hello! When are acceptances? I'm mobile and I can't find it
hello! today everything was a little different, due to the fact that i was quite late to get online an read through the application we’ve received. usually however we close our submit for applications at 8pm EST on Fridays and post acceptances at 9am EST on Saturdays. If somebody utilized the option of putting in a reservation that gives them 24h extension and they have to get their app in at 8pm EST on Saturday, after which we will do our best to post those acceptances asap.
Idk if you realize it but the Irina player has been using gifs that are not of Tati?
hey, hun! sorry for the bit of delay on answering this question. as you might have seen at some point, irina’s ability is that she is a shapeshifter. therefore as admins we find using gifs of whatever form irina is currently in to be a good choice to portray just that. i hope that clears up any confusion!
YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF ADELAIDE LECLAIR.
A NOTE FROM ADMIN D: Firstly — We are so so sorry this took so long to come out!!! Where do I begin Lu? I have been hoping and praying for an Adelaide ever since the beginning of this roleplay was established — she honestly is one of my favourite characters in this roleplay and I am so grateful that you a) have come back to Prochnost, and b) applied for our badass kicking gal that is ready to create chaos with her designs. I utterly adored your application from beginning to end, and thoroughly enjoyed dissecting and navigating my way through each and every part. To say that I have quite high expectations for an Adelaide application would be correct, and you utterly delivered on each level with your application. I can see the way that you grasped upon everything that was offered in the biography for Adelaide and made her your own. Especially when it came to the Character Expansion section — I could really hear Adelaide’s voice come through, and it was everything I could have hoped for, and more, I really loved every single part of it! You are utterly correct that Adelaide is one of our neutral babies in this war (one incredibly important one!!) — and I can’t wait to see what she will bring to Rosnovy if the right offer were to come along. I adored each and every of your plot ideas, and honestly could continue raving about your application all day long. We are so excited to have you back here Lu, and especially playing Adelaide! Welcome to Prochnost RPG! Please make sure you scan over the CHECKLIST and send in your account to the main in the next 24 hours.
✦ PART I — OUT OF CHARACTER ✦
NAME:
Lu
AGE & PRONOUNS:
25 & she/her
TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL:
GMT (+1 in summer). I got a working gig for the last 15 days of August so I won’t be on until after dinner, after the 17th. After that, I should be on every day to plot/chat but I can’t promise I’ll do replies every day because some days it’s easier to write in English and other days my brain can’t compute.
ANYTHING ELSE:
triggers removed.
✦ PART II — IN CHARACTER ✦
DESIRED CHARACTER:
Adelaide Isabel Vargas Leclair
ADELAIDE: Named after her grandmother.
ISABEL: It’s a name that had been on her father’s side for generations, whether as a first or a middle name and to keep the tradition going, that was the name that she was given.
I just want to say that I love how, in the middle of people with powers, Adelaide is who she is and is so valued, how she climbed the ranks purely on her brain and inner power. She doesn’t use anything other than her intelligence and her imagination to come up with things that no other person can and come out on top. In my interpretation, she loves her inventions more than anything and has been the one constant in her life; in school, in her life with her parents, with her friends and even with The Scarlet Angels, things can always change --- her inventions? Her imagination? It will always be with her.
FACECLAIM:
Lindsey Morgan
SEXUALITY & BIRTHDATE:
SEXUALITY: Adelaide is bisexual, though with a slight preference for female-aligned people. She has never really thought much about it, nor does she get too hung up on what a person identifies as but she does lean towards female-aligned identifying people.
BIRTHDAY: Adelaide was born on March 1st, 1992.
CHARACTER TRAITS
INDEPENDENT - this trait came from her need to keep herself occupied when everyone else was following along what the teachers said. From a young age, Adelaide has learned how to keep herself entertained and, later on, alive. Even though she won’t go out of her way to do things on her own, if there is no one else around to help her, then she will do what she has to do and she will most likely be successful at it.
AMBITIOUS - when it comes to her craft, Adelaide is ambitious in the sense that she will always want to improve, she will always want the best and she won’t take anything but the best. Even when she has a perfectly capable weapon, she will always take it a step further, as far as she can go. Sometimes it bites her in the ass and creates some explosions and other times, it creates something amazing.
PASSIONATE - her passion for weapons and weapon-making causes her to have a one-track mind and if her weapons are involved, everything else will be put in the background. Although it might come off as self-serving, it’s just that Adelaide is so passionate about her craft that she will put it above almost everything.
OBJECTIVE - for better or for worse, Adelaide is objective and practical. When faced with a situation, she will always choose the best option, no matter any outside influences. This objectiveness of hers sometimes seeps into her day-to-day interactions, having a few social shortcomings because she will take things too literally.
CHARACTER EXPANSION
Thoughts on the missing persons? Who do you think is really behind it?
Adelaide didn’t know what time it was. Was it late? Was it early? Every empty mug of coffee around her let her know one thing: she had had too much caffeine. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t stopped working on her new design for hours and hours and hours. She couldn’t remember how many attempts she had under her belt but if there’s one thing Adelaide doesn’t truly believe in, is failure; each failed attempt meant a learning opportunity was just disguising itself to make it more interesting.
And that time she spent in the laboratory, had been nothing but learning opportunities after learning opportunities.
Then, she heard a voice. Earth to Adelaide. Hellooooo. Adelaide’s laboratory was her sanctum --- and she was hoping everyone knew about that. Apparently, everyone but the person next to her knew that. “I know I make this look easy,” the woman began, her eyes focused on the task at hand, “but I do need to focus so we don’t blow up.” A lie. The weapon she was working on wasn’t meant for the offense; the only thing it would do was disable every weapon in a two-mile radius and hack it. For a few heartbeats, she just looked at what she was doing, wishing she was all by herself, surrounded by nothing but scraps with so much potential.
“I don’t think about it,” Adelaide spoke nonchalantly, yet genuinely, “it wouldn’t help. It’s not like thoughts and wishes will help find whoever’s behind it, either.” Practicality --- Adelaide liked practicality. Wasting time wishing for something to happen or thinking how three different scenarios could play out is not something Adelaide was very familiar with; using that time to do something about it and make that thing happen? That was more up her alley.
Thoughts on your own gang? Why did you join?
“Hmm,” Adelaide hummed before blowing into her cup of coffee; she wasn’t impatient, per se, but when she felt like she might just fall asleep on her feet, there was nothing that could stop her, even when that something was a burnt tongue. And as she took a sip, feeling the hot liquid make her tongue want to jump into ice-cold water, Adelaide could feel the regret going down her throat as roughly as the hot coffee was. Then, after letting out a long sigh (mixed with a small groan), she looked at the person that decided to interview her for no newspaper whatsoever.
Whoever knew her, knew how precious she was to The Scarlet Angels, how the weapons she built for them were impossible until she created them. Whoever knew her, knew how young she’d been when she joined, so assuming she was ride or die for the gang wasn’t that far fetched --- it was a logical leap and, no matter how many counter-arguments Adelaide could find to refute that premise, there was still the possibility that it could be true to anyone on the outside. “I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t like it, right?” A question that came as an answer; truthfully, she liked the gang, she loved how needed she felt and she liked how everyone treated her like the most important person at times; and yet, she knew that if a better offer came along, she’d move on and be burned as a traitor when it wouldn’t really be that deep.
“I wanted to build stuff and the gang had a lot to offer. I had to work with second-hand materials before The Scarlet Angels took me in.” A shrug followed the nonchalance-laced answer. To Adelaide, it wasn’t a question that warranted some deep answer about how they were the family that took her in and appreciated her for what she had to offer. To Adelaide, it was a simple answer.
Thoughts on your rival gang?
Things looked different through the scope of a weapon; you only saw what you needed to see and with Adelaide’s weapons, there was nothing between the one the wielded the weapon and the one that was staring at it. Adelaide breathed in and held her breath; if there was anything wrong with her design, this is when she would notice it. And even if the target on the other side of the scope was a doll and not a Reaper, she was still as invested in giving it as many holes as she could. Adelaide supposed that, since they were out testing weapons meant for The Reapers, the fact that the opposite gang came up as a conversation topic wasn’t as unexpected as she believed it to be.
“They can be annoying… I guess?” Adelaide took a shot with the weapon she had, one that showered electrified bullets and would make an army fall to their knees in the middle of a web of electricity. But nothing came of it. The inventor let out a sigh and after a heartbeat, looked at her company. “Meaning that they’re not very good targets if we haven’t gotten them yet, right?” There was a playfulness in her voice as she shrugged at her own words. “But if I manage to make this,” she raised the weapon in her hand, “it doesn’t matter how good someone’s aim is. No matter where these bullets land, someone’s gonna get a shock. Imagine if I can make the working radius even bigger...” And now her weapon creating loving brain took over, “imagine how much damage would be done!”
✦ PART III — WRITING SAMPLES ✦
PLOT POINTS:
FOR CONNECTIONS
EVELINA: I think it will be so interesting to see how these two neutral characters interact, especially as they sit on opposite sides but have such a big interest in common: weapons. One loves to use them, another loves to create them.
LEONARD: This connection has me SCREAMING. The potential for so much angst, a familiarity that became so strange to both. Adelaide doesn’t quite know just how hurt Leonard is and it will be a shock to her that it’s more than a friend turned to a stranger because of an opportunity.
RAVEN: The dichotomy between these two’s way of thinking is bound to create some nice friction between the two and I would love to explore that difference and see where it goes.
FRANCESCO: I love unlikely and unexpected friendships and this one has me so excited about exploring it! The way they became friends even when Francesco wasn’t looking for it says a lot about how good these two are as friends and I’d love to test it out as well as explore it more!
WITHIN THE GANGS
SCARLET ANGELS: I want all the connections with The Scarlet Angels. Those that find her one-track-mind way of thinking as a good thing and others that see it as a bad thing. Those that trust her fully and those that see something lacking in her (aka the same ride-or-die loyalty of other members) and find it concerning, perhaps even wanting to keep an eye out.
REAPERS: I’d love to see how she interacts with people from the other gang. Since she is not as ride-or-die with her loyalty towards the Scarlet Angels, she won’t take the interactions between her and the members of the Reapers as something that ought to be as antagonistic as it can be. She will be neutral as long as they are.
SPECIFIC PLOTS IDEAS
The person in The Scarlet Angels that recruited her.
An older sibling sort of relationship, the person that “parents” her when her one-track-mind takes over.
The person that trained her in combat; Adelaide believes that her weapons will never fail but it won’t hurt if she knew how to kick ass in various ways. She probably was the one to reach out to someone.
Since she cares more about her weapons and the material, I think if The Reapers offered her something that is better than The Scarlet Angels, Adelaide would take it; she wouldn’t see it as treason, she’d just see it as her doing the best for her weapons. So, a plot with someone trying to lure her away would be interesting, a test to how far she’d go.
PARA SAMPLE(S):
“Yes…okay, yeah, I think I got it! It should all go smoothly now.”
As she spoke (her words coming out far sooner than they should have), Adelaide kept tightening the screw a few times. The last touch. She felt like there would always be one last touch to add, to make it perfect, to make it even better than before.
“Just a bit longer, it will be worth the wait.” Not that she had to try hard to sell her weapons.
Sometimes, she couldn’t help but think back to the times she sat in class, her teacher’s words dissipating into the background, as she drew and drew and drew. Whatever her mind through of, it ended up in a piece of paper, ready to be brought back to life (now, she made sure to write everything in code -- if her designs were stolen before, then it wouldn’t be as worrying as if they were stolen now) but they would just remain two dimensional. Now? Whatever she dreamed of could be brought from her mind into reality and with the best materials a girl could wish for.
She thought back to how her parents did her best to stimulate her mind but neither they nor the teachers knew what to do with a girl that could bring the darkest bits of her imagination to life, making dangerous weapons possible when they had only been dreamed of. It had been a dull existence until The Scarlet Angels recruited her; perhaps it was the universe’s plan all along. Adelaide was just glad she had her own laboratory (which she called sanctum because there was nothing more sacred to her than a place where she could perfect her creations), a place everyone in The Scarlet Angels knew to respect.
“What do you say about taking her out for a spin?” Maybe Adelaide ought to name the destructive beauty.
FREESTYLE/EXTRA:
HEADCANONS
She has a notebook that she writes any new design ideas on; however, due to needing somewhere to write them because she has so many ideas all the time, Adelaide writes everything in code that she only understands - that way, if someone gets a hold of them, they won’t be able to understand anything.
Although she’s been in The Scarlet Angels since she was sixteen and is the gang’s caporegime, she doesn’t feel as attached to the gang as the rest of the members. She’s not loyal to The Scarlet Angels, she’s not loyal to anyone - she’s loyal to her weapons and her designs. If someone offers better materials, she’ll take them and she won’t see it as a betrayal. She has a very neutral position, even if it’s not apparent to others.
Sometimes Adelaide is a bit too honest and says things in a way that’s way too logical and not as emotional as the situation needs it. Not that she’s not in touch with her emotions, she’s very honest about them and will tell anyone why they’ve upset her or made her happy, but when it comes to giving advice, she’s able to just see the logical instead of taking into account how the person might feel. In hindsight, it might be the better choice but not what the person needed at the moment, so it makes for some awkward encounters.
One of her small pet peeves is when someone offers to help her with something she knows she’s capable of. Although she won’t tell someone to screw off if they lend a hand, she will almost automatically say “If I need help, I’ll ask for it” after thanking them.
