Nova stands over a bloodied corpse. She's recently managed to catch a ride from IMP City to Pentagram City in an attempt to escape someone she feared. She was doing surprisingly well, despite the more chaotic environment of what could only be described as Sinner Central. She's managed to stay under the radar for about a week, mainly sticking to areas with low foot traffic.
That didn't last. Of course it didn't last.
Someone seems to have followed her from IMP City. Someone who now lies dead on the pavement, their body shredded to ribbons and broken beyond recognition. Nova is panting and shaking. Her heart is racing, her teeth feel weird, her vision is blurry. She tries to remember the past few minutes but all she gets is a splitting headache in response...
She shambles out of the alley.
... It's early in the morning. A rather burly cannibal woman wearing a stained butcher's apron enters Rosie's Emporium soon after it opens. She approaches the counter, cradling something in her arms. "Scuse me, Aunt Rosie? I need a bit a' help with somethin'."
Headcanon / Notes of my muse portrayal of the CC kids following HoFas
So not a ton is going to change; aside from the fact none of them have titles. They're still the same idiots all sharing one brain cell. Just now they're idiots who were born and remained full powered. LOOK OUT WORLD.
Lidia and Ruhn are clearly still in the Aux. As are Dec and Flynn and Hunt.
Bryce is running the antique shop where Dani and Seren probably hang out a whole lot. Naevia too. Giving Bryce this sweet feeling of nostalgia.
Someone needs to bring me a grown Bran and Ace. As they have about 16 years on their little sister. Which I think gives them a relationship a lot like Bryce and Ruhn once had -- without the years of tension and separation.
Let's just all assume they found a way to preserve the first light. Either by collab-ing with the Ocean Queen or instituting a tax system along with this new government. Cause a lot of the fun of Crescent City is that it's an Urban/Modern fantasy with magic AND tech.
Family vacations to Avallen to see the ponies!
Also I kind of really want to add a Tharion/Sathia and Ithan/Perry kiddo to the mix. We need to keep the LARGE GROUP OF IDIOTS theme going.
Just bring me more kiddos in general.
Adrian and Maddox are most likely no longer training to be bodyguards as the titles are gone but they are training to be Aux and so there is SOME expectation they'll stop the stupid shit. They never do.
So yeah...the biggest thing that would change would be the idea of the Drop. So obvs the whole thing with Seren and the Drop will be cut out but I think "Drop Parties" might still be a thing. But instead of being tied to an actual drop they've become the Vanir version of a Sweet Sixteen almost. Held when a Vanir reaches 18/19.
More to come as I think of it.... Or as it comes up in threads.
Nova knew that she screwed up. The twins tried to warn her to lay low when they caught wind that a group of Human elitist scumbags were passing through town. But no, the young witch just had to go out to that party. She just had to have one drink too many and she just had to use magic to save herself from being hit by a car.
Fast-forward to a couple days later and Nova found herself waking up groggy with a disgusting taste in her mouth...in a human sized cage. Her surroundings were dark save for a single dying lightbulb that hung from the ceiling. Using the dim light it did give off, the stone room revealed several other cages in rows around the space yet only one other was occupied. The one a few feet across from her.
“Hello?” She whispered in a tone that she hoped was loud enough for them to hear. “Are you awake? Can you hear me?”
Whoever they were, Nova hoped they would be friendly or at least willing to find a way out of there.
Nova is in her cell at the local Hellhound Adoption Center. She's laying in her cot and staring at the ceiling, completely lost in thought... Or at least she's trying to be. The other hounds being housed here are all barking and howling, and it's making it hard for her to think.
Damn those sensitive ears.
She covers them with the pillow she's been provided with... It barely helps.
An employee is leading Stolas through the halls. "I'm quite surprised to see you visit us, sir. Do you, um, happen to have any preferences? We have quite a few hellhounds in our care, it'd be useful to narrow down your selection."
For one reason or another, [Your Muse] has recently decided to adopt a hellhound. They're currently being lead through the local Hellhound Adoption Center by one of the employees. They go through the halls of cells filled with all sorts of orphaned hounds, until eventually reaching the end of one.
"And here is our resident troublemaker, Nova." The employee- a squat pitbull woman- says while motioning to one of the cells. Its walls and floor are covered in colorful drawings, repeating patterns and miscellaneous doodles decorating almost every surface this particular hellhound could reach.
The hellhound in question is in the corner, filling in an empty spot on the wall, wiping away any mistakes she makes with her sleeve. She looks over her shoulder when she hears her name, going a bit wide-eyed when she sees [Your Muse].
This is the official RP blog for my sona, Tera, as well as some OCs of mine. An Heir of Rage whose Sburb session failed before it even started, Tera drifts between realities out of boredom, fascination, a desire for more items to alchemize with, and a strong need to better understand the universes of her favorite pieces of media.
After all, what better way to study the world of a video game you like than to visit?
I have a variety of other OCs to interact with as well. Feel free to send starters/asks for any of them at any time. I will reply as soon as I can.
Any and all open starters do not expire. Feel free to reply to them, even if they're over a year old!
Exploring themes of: Anger management, Self-improvement, What it means to be a person, Surviving against the odds, Yearning for a better life, Living with depression, Holding grudges,
Some Disclaimers
Things might get rather suggestive/sexual and/or graphic. Minors should not interact or follow, and those who are sensitive to such things should block "#cw: suggestive", "#cw: graphic" and "cw: nsfw".
My attention span is the size of a boiled peanut, so if i dont reply in a hot minute, please let me know. I'm probably distracted with video games lol.
The length of my replies vary wildly. I try to match my RP partners' reply length, but sometimes I fall short/overshoot, so please be patient with me. Don't feel pressured to match my reply length either! Do what's most comfortable for you <3
List of Open Starters:
Stray Adoption (Nova, Adult Nova)
List of Other OCs:
Nova - Helluva Boss Hellhound (adoption masterlist)
Adult Nova - Nova, but an adult
Esther - Hazbin Hotel Fallen Angel
Minä - Noita Player Character
Kottin - Mothwoman Scrapyard Worker
Momma Shamu - Motherly Darkner and Beloved Plush
Butch - Big Cannibal Sinner
Nyx - Titan Queen of The Depths
Cinder - Eridian displaced in time and space
Gouzen Yoruko - UA Student, Daughter of Nyx
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All tags are applied to this post for ease of access, but here's a list anyways!
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Interest Call
Bio for mun's Sona under the cut
Sona Bio
Name: Tera Workman
Age: ??? (Physically 25)
Gender: Transfeminine
Sexuality: Lesbian
Chumhandle: absoluteCatastrophe [AC]
Classpect: Heir of Rage
Lunar Sway: Derse
Fetch Modus: Array
Preferred Weapons: Large and heavy blunt objects, improvised weapons, guns, her bare hands
Sburb Land: Land of Storms and Circuits
Tera Workman is a human of Latino-American descent. She stands at 6'3" tall and typically weighs around 420 pounds. She's pretty masculine presenting, having not had the chance to start HRT before she entered the Medium.
Tera is straightforward and to-the-point. She actively chooses not to dance around issues and instead says what's on her mind; She values honesty and clear communication in her relationships. Despite her calm and somewhat aloof appearance, she's very passionate about her interests and convictions and can be very dramatic and stubborn if she so chooses. She's also incredibly loyal to her loved ones.
As an Heir of Rage, Tera is exceptionally strong, both physically speaking and in terms of willpower. Her classpect has given her the ability to become the literal embodiment of Rage; She can set herself ablaze with bright purple fire, scream loud enough to quake the immediate area, cast illusions to make people wrathful or paranoid, teleport to others through their negative emotions, and even shapeshift into terrifying and grotesque forms, most often that which you fear the most. Her aspect has also bestowed upon her heightened instincts. She listens to her gut and it's usually correct.
@ghxstwrxter is getting a starter for Ruhn cause reasons...
Some would say this was karma -- that the EXTREMELY high fae princess currently lounging in the fountain in front of the Fae Archives like it was a gods damn infinity pool was just like her father. And by some, one obviously meant Bryce. Except...well...her daughter was right beside her cousin, lamenting the lack of bar service and floaties. All while Nova hissed at the two of them to get out of there and Dec’s son tried to cajole Seren to get out.
Hearing the footsteps behind them, Nova turned before frowning. She had hoped they would have gotten the girls OUT of the water by now. “Your Highness...” Nova knew that, normally, she didn’t need to be so formal. She had known Ruhn her whole life. But, well...given the circumstances...
