#waltrp

[waltrp]

Hunter Ashborn ✦ Hunter✦ Archie Renaux ✦ Owl House

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

CURRENT AGE: twenty two

SPECIES: grimwalker (secret)

OCCUPATION: academy student | shadow scout-in-training

AVAILABILITY: open

AROUND WE GO, HUNTER ASHBORN

hunter ashborn was raised in the hollow of someone else’s will. he remembers the corridors of belos’ domain; the stone floors that froze the marrow.. halls that smelled of ash and oil, and a silence so heavy it felt like chains. belos was uncle in name only, father in function, captor in truth. his approval was rarer than mercy. his gaze cut sharper than blades. he didn’t need to shout, not when his own silence bent hunter into obedience until he no longer knew where fear ended and loyalty began. hunter thought he was a boy. belos knew he was not. he was a grimwalker- a body stitched from bone and borrowed blood, a design perfected through countless failures buried before him. he feels them even now, in dreams that are not his: faces gasping, lungs filling with smoke, hands reaching as the world closes over them. ghosts of the hunters who came before, each one broken when they failed to serve. he is the one who survived. the one belos kept. the one belos meant to wield. but he escaped. and that is the crime belos will never forgive. now hunter drifts through elias under a name that isn’t his, carrying freedom like a fragile flame in a storm. luz believes in him recklessly. willow steadies him with patience he doesn’t deserve. even king, with his star-born blood, calls him brother in arms. for the first time, hunter is allowed to laugh, to want, to believe. but belief cannot erase what he is...or who still owns him. because belos has not gone. hunter feels him in the marrow of his bones, a presence that whispers in the quiet, waiting. he knows his maker is reaching still, furious at his defiance, tightening the invisible leash. elias itself feels touched by belos’ hand...streets too familiar, shadows that shift when he passes, doors opening as if for a master’s command. hunter cannot tell if the city is sanctuary or trap. he is caught in the between: no longer fully bound, never fully free. every choice he makes feels like it might already belong to belos. every breath feels borrowed. and the presence inside him grows heavier by the day. one day, it will call him home. one day, belos will take back what slipped through his fingers. and hunter will face the truth that terrifies him most: he is not a boy who escaped...he is a grimwalker still bound...and he was never meant to belong to himself.

CONNECTIONS LOADING...

luz noceda, willow park, amity blight, gus porter, king clawthorne, eda clawthorne

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rp recs?

my sweet friend just opened up @kemethqs !!! and as always @waltrp is opening at the end of the month. still looking for other groups so send them my way.

[feedingherhead]

Alice stood outside her new school. She tilted her head for a sideways view, then did the same other way. Walt looked nice, especially for a place she’d understood was meant to reform her. Still, she didn’t know anyone here yet, and that made Alice a little nervous. Before, it had always been Alice and her friends outside of, beyond the crowds of other people. Would anyone at Walt get it? Maybe she shouldn’t be so hard on them. Deciding to make a good impression, Alice approached the first person she saw. “Hello!” she said, “I’m new. Would you mind showing me the lay of the land for a moment?”

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Thalia Larkspur✦ Thumbelina✦ Madelaine Petsch ✦ Thumbelina

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

APPARENT AGE: twenty-three  

ACTUAL AGE: timeless (fey-born)

SPECIES: fey (winged)

OCCUPATION: seamstress | singer | quiet dreamer

AVAILABILITY: open

AROUND WE GO, THALIA LARKSPUR

thalia, was not born as others are. no cradle, no bloodline, no heralded heir. she bloomed from a flower at dawn, shaped by soil and sunlight and a whispered wish that was too desperate to die. from her first breath she was both miracle and anomaly;  a child of longing given flesh, small as a thumb, wingless as a broken promise, fragile in form but enduring as roots that split stone. the world mistook delicacy for weakness and was quick to claim her. the toads dressed her for their stage, the beetles paraded her as spectacle, the fieldmouse promised comfort, and the mole promised wealth. every hand, jeweled or calloused, sought to keep her small. yet she endured. sang through cages, fought through chains, and learned the oldest truth: freedom is never gifted, it is taken. when at last she found her way to the vale of the fairies, she no longer came as she had been. now her back bore wings, unfurling like dawn… and that terrified them. the courts called it blessing, a coronation of her miracle, but whispers spread sharper than garlands: if she was born wingless, how did she come by them now? and then, the sickness began. the light dimmed, glamour withered, illusions cracked, and rot was all that remained beneath. some said the curse had slept in the stones for centuries. While others swore it woke the day thalia’s wings unfurled. her presence was no salvation. it was omen. still they dressed her in silks, crowned her in blossoms, placed her at the side of prince cornelius - the boy she had met once beneath the stars, the boy who saved her, the boy they declared must be her love. but doubt burned quietly in her chest. rescue is not love. A single song is not a life. when the sickness deepened, the court demanded her binding: to him, to them, to their crumbling dream. if she was curse, she must be contained. if she was a miracle, she must be wielded. so on the eve of her binding, she fled. now elias knows her only as thalia larkspur. she hides her wings beneath fabric and keeps her name soft upon her tongue, slipping through markets and narrow streets. a seamstress who stitches quiet rebellions into hems. a singer whose voice hushes a square into stillness - but never too long, never too often, lest whispers start again. she does not want to be found. not by the vale. not by cornelius. not by anyone who would turn her back into a story.

CONNECTIONS LOADING...

tierney bell,cornelius aurion, asha,sylvie xue

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Beatrice “Bee” Lane ✦ Bee ✦ Margaret Qualley ✦ Bee & Puppycat

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

APPARENT AGE: appears 27 (true age uncertain)

SPECIES: android (with human echoes)

OCCUPATION: odd-jobs | freelancer of the strange

AVAILABILITY: open

AROUND WE GO, BEATRICE LANE

bee doesn’t remember when she started doing odd jobs. at some point, it just became her life; patching up shattered spells, hauling crates for merchants who paid in copper, babysitting dream-creatures that slipped between worlds, repairing machines with parts no one had names for anymore. the jobs all blur together now. stretching back farther than she should be able to count. sometimes she wonders if she’s been working forever, circling the same routine like a ghost who never realized it’s gone. she doesn’t remember when puppycat fell into her life, either. maybe he dropped out of the sky, although sometimes it feels like he was always there. when she looks back, she can’t find a memory without him in it, like an unwanted shadow she can’t imagine leaving behind. she calls him soso, she knows he pretends to hate it, but he stays. and that tells her more than words ever could. by day, bee is almost ordinary. she laughs too loudly, eats too much, spends her pay before she earns it. she is clumsy and kind and a little too easy to take advantage of. people in elias know her as scatterbrained and unreliable, but she is always trying. they see a girl who drifts from job to job, smile to smile, without any sense of where she’s going. but they don’t see what’s beneath. her body hums with wires where veins should be. circuits thrum under her skin like a secret. when pushed too far, the softness cracks, and the machine inside takes control; it's efficient, merciless, and terrifying. her hands don’t shake when the machine moves them. she doesn’t feel hunger, or pain, or fear. only purpose, and the hollow silence it leaves behind. bee doesn’t know if she’s more afraid of people discovering that truth… or of them never noticing at all. so she hides. she laughs too loud, eats too much, drifts through errands and conversations as if she were only human. because every odd job finished, every coin earned, every friend who calls her name; it all feels real. it feels alive. bee doesn’t care where she came from. she doesn’t care why her veins hum with wires or why the marker that should’ve told her who she is never came into her life. she doesn’t want to be an answer waiting in the dark. she just wants to belong here, now. to be something more than a machine that looks like a girl. to matter, even if it’s only in elias, even if it’s only for this moment.

CONNECTIONS LOADING...

kuroda souta, kiki yarrow, vincent frankenstein,mabel pines

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Kuroda Souta ✦ Puppycat✦ Kento Yamazaki ✦ Bee & Puppycat

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

APPARENT AGE: forgotten

SPECIES: shapeshifter (cursed)

OCCUPATION: odd-jobs partner | fallen heir | reluctant guardian

AVAILABILITY: open

AROUND WE GO, KURODA SOUTA

long ago, the stars carried his name... now, only the curse does. kuroda doesn’t remember how long he wandered space after it claimed him. months?..years?..centuries?… maybe longer. time blurred into the endless hum of the void, until days and years were indistinguishable. the void doesn’t measure hours, only wears you down, grinding soul and bone until survival itself becomes a ritual. he learned to fight, to scavenge, to keep moving. wore body after body like stolen clothes; cat, dog, man, monster. none of them his, none of them home. and for a time, he convinced himself it was enough. but stories travel faster than light, and they always found him. the one about a prince..betrayed by a princess. the outlaw prince..they called him. a garden that was really a snare. a crime so terrible that even the stars turned away. kuroda never claimed the tale as his, never dared to ask. still, each time he heard it retold, his chest tightened. a phantom ache? he wasn't sure. he didn’t know if the story was his. he didn’t know if he wanted it to be. but some part of him always knew. elias doesn’t know those tales. to the city, he’s just bee’s strange partner; the shapeshifter with a bad temper and too many complaints. they laugh at the way he sulks, the way he snaps when called cute. they call him puppycat. bee calls him soso. he pretends to hate it, growls when she says it; but he never leaves her. maybe because, for once, the name feels like it belongs to him. not to the curse. or a story. just… him. but something in him is shifting. he’s tired of drifting. tired of letting the curse dictate what he is and what he isn’t. for the first time since the void, he wants more than survival. he wants to tear the curse apart. wants his memories back, not the fragments of stories carried by strangers, but the truth that was his. he wants to know what he was, what he did, and why he carries the weight of betrayal in his bones. maybe he’ll learn the stories were right, that he was always a monster, doomed to wander. maybe he’ll discover a prince worth mourning. either way, he has to know. because a life lived as someone else’s story isn’t living at all.

CONNECTIONS LOADING...

beatrice lane, castor, kristofferson silverfox,kairi nakamura

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Cornelius Aurion✦ Prince Cornelius✦ Leo Woodall ✦ Thumbelina

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

APPARENT AGE: twenty-four

ACTUAL AGE: timeless (fey-born)

SPECIES: fey (winged)

OCCUPATION: displaced heir | wanderer of the underland

AVAILABILITY: open

AROUND WE GO, CORENLIUS AURION

the day cornelius aurion was born, spring came early. frost melted from the stones overnight, blossoms opened weeks before their time, and rivers swelled with clear, bright water. the vale whispered it as miracle: their prince had called the season forth with his very first breath. he was a child of light, a promise in flesh, the heir who would keep their kingdom eternal. wings already unfurled at birth, golden as dawn. the court adored him before he even opened his eyes. but cornelius never wanted to be what they asked. he was too restless, too hopeful, too certain the world could be better if he only tried hard enough. his parents pressed crowns and duties into his hands; he slipped them away, chasing wonder where none should be found. reckless, they called him. bright, foolish, beloved. it was that same brightness that led him to her - a girl no larger than a dream, perched on a windowsill, who looked at him not as prince but as possibility. for one night beneath the stars, cornelius believed he understood love, destiny, all the things the court had promised and twisted. he gave her his hand, his wings, his promise, and thought it might be enough. but when she returned to the vale of the fairies with wings of her own, the story was seized and sharpened. thalia the miracle. thalia the omen. thalia the prince’s salvation. they crowned her in blossoms, placed her at his side, and whispered that this was fate. cornelius tried to believe, because he always believed. but belief can be its own chain, and his faith was as heavy as the court’s decree. when she fled, the sickness spread, and the vale began to wither. the land that once bloomed early for him now rotted with every season. he could not stay and watch it die. he would not. so cornelius left the crown behind and descended, landing in the underland of elise, chasing cures where light has never lived. he bartered with creatures who spoke in hunger, pressed his hands to stones that pulsed like veins, carried the brightness of spring into caverns that knew only rot. but fey are bound to the soil that bore them, and the underland does not give without taking. slowly, his light began to twist. the boy who once brought blossoms from frost now carried shadow in his veins. still he searches - for salvation, for thalia, for the promise he made beneath the stars. the boy whose birth once bent the seasons has become a wanderer of ruin, hope clinging to him like fever, faith sharper than any blade. whether he will return as savior or as curse, none can yet say. still,the vale waits for him, but it does not bloom as it once did.

CONNECTIONS LOADING...

thalia larkspur, james hook, tierney bell,logan teague

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list 5 things you like about waltrp...

okay! i wasn't expecting this question. but, i'll just go off what comes to mind and not in any particular order!!

first and foremost the members! everyone there is so sweet and welcoming. which is hard to find in a rp anymore. sorry but it is. so when it's right it's right. there are so many sweet people new and old members. everyone really cares about one another.

the relaxed writing/activity style. while there are activity requirements the admins are extremely understanding about hiatuses and real life situations. i don't feel like i have to be on the dash every second of the day without having people hounding me about replies. everyone is very chill when it comes to replies. sometimes you just have muse for one character over the other and no one gets mad about it.

next gen... this is pretty high on my list personally.. next gen is just so fun for an event. its a good time to dive into where your characters are in the future but also playing their next gen? creating those characters? plotting them out with other members? CHEFS KISS!!

the admin team is fantastic !!! i said it once and i'll say it again. the admin team is the reason why they've been around since 2013! extremely understanding and willing to make the changes they need to. not afraid to admit if they've made a mistake and honestly they're the sweetest gals i know. they really understand this is a hobby but also understand its an escape too. they are constantly cranking out new and updating old bios, creating fun events, and making sure it's a safe space for us all. they're amazing.. truly. i'm not just being a kiss ass they're really good!

honestly i could list on and on and on the things i love about this group. i really could. but, i can't stress enough that this is group made up of great people who love to write and plot. they're the best and i genuinely suggest this group to everyone! i've been here just over a year now and don't really plan on going anywhere any time soon, besties!