Felicity

What’s it like to hit the summit of achievement? She ran through the verdant park, busy with people enjoying the beautiful weather. There were old couples strolling down the pathways and young couples laying the grass with bright smiles on all of their faces They were happy and that made her happy. Her breathing and pace were both steady as she made her way along her normal jogging route. It had been her route for years and she found herself waving to a lot of the locals. Some might have recognised her after being around for years, others might recognise her due to her recent success. The womens hundred meter dash had been over so quickly. Years and years of training had been spent in preparation and training. Anxiety and fear had ever present in the months leading up to it. With the support of everyone she knew she had been pushed to the starting line. It all ended so quickly she honestly didn’t remember the details in between. She heard the signal and immediately after there was the ecstatic roar of the crowd, cheering for her as the victor. She had done it, she had won. The week after was pure celebration. Some of it healthy and jubilant and some of it, to her shame, was totally decadent and debauched. She stood at the top and she had enjoyed every view. Now though? Now she was jogging again. Thinking about where she had been and, more importantly, where she could be. She looked behind her. A young man was jogging behind her, slowly catching up. She picked up the pace. She wasn’t done yet.

She be sleepin' I asked the same of her earlier and not too crazy please was the response. Also try not to compare this to RWBY too much lest you get confused when things complicate, again from her.

would watch

no black text plsss

Character Name: Cindy Higimidan Age: 16 Gender: She a girly girl with girl cooties Appearance: Short, a round five foot in height, quite thin and skinny, she has very soft, pale skin and bags under dark blue eyes. She can be typically seen wearing light sundresses in soft pastel colours when she can afford to. Cindy also has light blonde hair held in a ponytail. Backstory: Cindy lived in the eastern region of Medulla, near to the coast opposite Aurora. She lived in a trade city that was situated between Aurora and Medulla and so her life was quite bustling. She lived as the younger child in a family of four. Her father, step-father and older brother and this was fine with her, her mother had apparently left after she had been born after finding out about her fathers affair. They owned a pottery studio in this city of commerce and lived quite a nice lifestyle selling their ceramics. As she grew up, all three of the men she lived with doted upon her as their little princess. This led to a charming childhood that she has always treasured but...as she grew up she was kept away from helping run the store. She was clumsy with the inventory and, no matter how much she insisted otherwise, her family knew that the customers scared her a little with their haggling. She did show some promise in the art of creating the pottery however and she was taught by her step-father in this. Cindy spent her free time exploring the safe parts of the city, talking to the citizens who she came to know. Everyone treated her nicely though she couldn't really say she had any really close friends, even at school. After a time business really picked up for her family. They had a good reputation throughout the city and more business kept Cindy's family busy, although they stubbornly refused to let her do any more work. Her days grew lonelier in a lot of ways and Cindy found herself longing for someone else as she even lost her time with her step-father, what would having a mother or a sister be like? In her lonelier moments Cindy liked to imagine she felt another slim, feminine hand entwined with hers, warm and comforting. When she was fourteen she felt that sensation during one lonely night, she fell asleep holding the phantom hand. When she awoke, she found that the phantom was ephemeral no more. She had awoken her Lumen. Now, against her families concerned protests she is going off to learn how to use that Lumen and specifically how she can use it to help people and maybe make some new friends, or so she hopes. Personality: Cindy is quite a skittish, almost ditsy person. She inadvertently grew up without actually doing hard work and that shows in her approaches to real-life problems. She tends to shy away from work now due to her families treatment of her. On the flip-side she is also quite obedient, always listening to her fathers now to go anywhere dangerous and only to talk to people she knew etc. In general she's quite good natured and when she warms up to you friendly. She is however easily embarrassed, not very quick of wit no matter how much she might wish she was. She's prone to idolising strong women in her life and wishes with an almost jealous fervour to be like them. Lumen: Cindy can create from her Lumen up to four floating hands, cut off from the wrist. They look about the same size as a human woman's hand and are gold coloured. Whilst warm to the touch they feel like stone, not particularly dense. They are quite nimble and can move independent of Cindy's control, much to her chagrin as they show a semblance of a pseudo personality that is very protective of Cindy and bold in how they go about protecting her, they seem to have a connection to Cyndi's subconscious as they are capable of reacting to her thoughts and feelings and are also capable of learning anything she has studied, such as word-working or fletching. She can exert control over them herself but this costs her a small amount of Lumen to establish a bond and send commands. Aside from moving around and, uh, existing they don't do anything else. They might have simple patterns on them as Cindy occasionally spends her time customising them. Weapon of Choice: Cindy's weapon of choice is a simple wooden short-bow with iron tipped arrows. Ain't no reservation here bois and girls

You say Lumen is almost sentient and also very personalised to each Lightgivers, would it be fair to say that it looks at the person and determines what they might want or need in their life and, if so, should the person really want a friend the Lumen can manifest in a very rudimentary imitation of a being? I've already got an idea for a character with this kind of intertwined into it.

I bet on the handsome one with the seatbelt

I want to break your spirit. League of Legends

Well that's the tragic side of bullying. If a victim can't get help, they can feel like they're in a corner. It's dangerous to do that because people can get despearate and, yes, go too far.

If you're experiencing a kind of wobbling it means you've probably developed a nystagmus. These are typically developed later in life due to stress or fatigue and pretty much cause your eyes to wobble and in most cases make it harder to focus your eyes on something, which would be when your vision moves sideways. Get to your optician to check and see because a nystagmus can deteriorate the condition of your eyes if you leave it alone and just stress your eyes out. You won't go blind or anything but your eyesight can simply get worse.

I Okay I I need to play this more I just kinda let it fall by the wayside? Whoops. It was fun.

Hold your horses man, Shiri only put up an interest check lmao

How advanced is the society? We talking swords and staves, magitech revolution kinda dealing or , modern parallel? You mentioned briefly about Li the dragon favouring people in High social standing, is that like the very wealthy or aristocrats or wut? I've seen so many iterations of fantasy and seeing something that piques my interest is so nice.

Oooooh, I know her as Saionji after playing DR2. No she's a terrible person too who legitimately bullied Mikan, she can get out of here.

I can't remember who Hiyoko is, I thought she was Ruruka.

He sat in his favourite chair. It was nice and comfortable after years of use, the supple black leather molded to his back. He had a cold drink in his hand that he sipped lightly as he let his aches and pains fade away. An hour long walk used to be nothing to him but now, in the blistering heat, it put him out a little. Did he feel longing for his young body? Yes, to an extent. He wouldn’t simply sit and sulk though. What was the fun in that? Nice is nice, sad is sad, hurt hurts. If he could choose, he knew which he’d pick in a heartbeat He stared at the wall beyond. It bore glimpses of people and places throughout his life. A shot of the antarctic wastes, the memory still cold enough to chill his breath. The time he met with one of the many Indian princes from a culture that astounded him. His trip to New York, standing atop the Statue of Liberty waving a small red, white and blue flag with a good natured smile and a hand held in his wife's. It had been a whole year since she had passed. He had expected the world to change dramatically, for the colour to fade or for there to be never-ending rain. The universe didn’t humour him, time is too busy to stay still and the world follows in its wake. There were still children and grandchildren to see, finances to manage, old friends to catch up with, hobbies to continue pursuit of. If he wanted melancholy it had been made clear he would have to look for it in his spare time. For about a fortnight, that was what he sought and his family obliged him. He considered himself profoundly fortunate for so many reasons but the most recent reason presented to him was how little time he spent mourning. Well, maybe a part of him was still in grief, people were rarely so at peace at any age. What he knew though was that when he woke up and felt the bed empty next to him, the twinge of sadness that wanted to cripple him failed. He found reason after reason to get out of bed, whether it was to take care of the little ones, take care of the bigger ones or simply to expand his fleet of bottled ships. On the table in front of him were the materials for one more ship. Angelica

If Hiyoko is Ruruka, she was a terrible person who not only put herself first but did it in the seediest most manipulative way possible. Also, do we really need spoiler at this point? Who is crazy enough to check in this thread before watching the episode

My point was that if Sparky had discussed why he didn't want you in the RP you might deem that something reportable. I'm a proponent of communication in situations like these but it's Sparky's choice. Neither you, nor the mods, can force an answer. The respectful thing to do, and the more likely way to get a place at all, is to step back and accept that.

Jorgen shook his head. "I'm afraid I haven't found a place to stay yet. A few, uh, colleagues of mine should have been finding a place to stay but I don't know where they actually are right now." First he'd have find his bag, then maybe he'd explore the city at night. He didn't need too much sleep, obviously it was a necessity for his mental state but physically he could go without stopping for a long, long time.