#app rp

[maytheoddshq]

Ariadne Beaurevoir (she/her). District One Mentor. 123rd Victor. Twenty-two. Victoria Pedretti.

tw: death, hospitalization, mentions of gore

Ariadne Beaurevoir was born into competition and she was born a loser with a temper begging to be crowned. Even out of the womb, she hasn’t been first: they were twins and he was faster. To a good but unfeeling family, all the silences at dinner tables were filled with boast and gloat. Orpheus had the smile of a winner -- it was so obvious he’d one day get his own name carved in gold that it seemed he never for one day fretted. Opposite extreme temperature, his sister never stopped shaking in doomed anticipation. 

The deal was to make it to the Hunger Games together and fight all fist and bruise, to the last breath. First, them against the rest of the world and, with no one else left, one against the other in the ultimate challenge. Orpheus saw this with dread -- he’d have rather been eaten in the womb. And so one day, years away from the deadline of their deal to volunteer together and completely unprepared, he got ahead of her. His volunteering hand in the air was more knife to her back than if he’d actually drawn blood. Whatever ‘I love you’s came next all didn’t matter. Of course she cared endlessly for him, of course she couldn’t breathe all throughout his arena. Of course his victorious name pulsating through the entire Panem made sure no one at all would remember hers.

However, even alive and showered in glory, Orpheus never returned. A fragile boy with vivid nightmares and a bloodstream never clean did. Lost to addiction and his darkened mind, her brother was someone to take care of, to watch self-destruct & nothing else. He made Ariadne promise she would never volunteer, as his achievement wrote him a whole page of history. He made her break her promise, better as a loving sister’s grave than as expired milk and a pointlessly overworked potential. This was all she’d ever wanted, all she’d ever worked for, and he had already taken his share.

She was dreaming of being a murderer long before she saw Orpheus kill on live television. Since, the haunting only thickened. She would train at the Academy and the swords would all beg to be used through flesh. In that sense, she had a special sort of hunger for the Games which did not soften in the arena.

Born into a district where everything came down to power, born into a household where everything came down to competition, it’s only natural that Ariadne felt the most intense desire for the Games. It’s what she trained all her life for, until her brother did it first. 

The worst part of all is that Orpheus wanted it less than her. Orpheus never drew crowns all over his notebooks. Orpheus didn’t wake up sweating after a dream of being projected into the arena, wanting nothing more than to go back. Orpheus’ hands didn’t tremble on the knife, fearful that it would go too deep, even though it’s only training. 

However, to her it was not boys nor girls. It was the recognition, the glory, her turned into the shining point of natural selection.

The bloodbath cut two fingers off her -- her own greed and miscalculation. Twenty minutes into the Games she was bleeding profusely, almost to the point of fainting. Fewer mistakes have been done after. There was a sense of irony in how the zoo setting kept her unpredictably sane, collected and humanly desperate at the same time. Any other stage would have made her berserk.

She kept losing, bit by bit of herself. They’d all been handed a guardian animal, based on their personality. With a graceful lion at her side, she couldn’t help but feel poetically accompanied by her brother. The other Careers were too much of wildcards for alliances, and she’d decided she didn’t want that for herself either. Instead, she befriended a boy whose only defense was a clever tongue and an echoing family name. She even saved him once, and anyone could have excused her fleeing. She understood being human a little more until Eli died. Afterwards, everything turned to shit and she can’t recall any of it, sleep deprived and in a survival mode so thick that nothing broke through. A trance of half-winning and leaving so much of herself behind. 

Then, Eli died. And her district partner and odd friend died by her hands, almost taking her with him. It was almost mathematical how it took all of her to make sure Dexter was done for, only to bump into another career a few minutes later. Persephone wasn’t any kind, despite the sorry sight Ariadne must have been. Everything happened so fast that sometimes, she was convinced that the other girl killed her. She hadn’t, they were separated before the knife could go through the spine.

More dead than anything, Ariadne kept going. She hid, she applied all the medicine, she lurked the best she could. This taught her humility, this taught her some sort of patience -- all on live television. When the companion animals turned against the tributes, she was again holed beyond reason when she slit the lion’s throat, remorselessly. 

In the finale, she faced Persephone from District One again. She cannot remember how she won, never even cared to see the tapes, but her mouth was all bloody and she had more bones broken than whole by the end of it. They say it was combat with no weapons. She’s sure it was, because her hands had no rival keeping them away from victory. Poor Persephone had had her eyes gouged out by the moment the cannon called it a sentence, and Ariadne can’t remember any last words.

Most time, she refuses to sleep because she only dreams that she is dead. It must be Orpheus’ frequency calling from beyond the grave. It must be that part of her brain that is stolen from him. Aside from missing two fingers on her better fighting hand, she makes up a story in her mind where she is actually dead, by his side. Two years after winning she spent on the marble floor of her newly earned victor housing. It all meant nothing. Too depressed to even lift a remaining finger, there had been no mentoring for her in that time. Even the Capitol couldn’t force her out of the hole. 

Then Orpheus died. Then everything truly lost anchor to sense and reality. But there is no other ending to that story.

After having been hospitalized for two years subsequent to her twin brother’s alleged suicide, she is more of a stranger to everything than ever. And it shows.  Being on another team is better than being on her own team without him, though she pretends it’s the district that slows her enthusiasm down. She treats all this with the sulk and the frown of a grumpy old man, dry humor and spite all over the fragile outlines and the shaking. 

Back when Orpheus had been a mentor and she, a bystander, she fought like fire to get a word of advice in, to strategize, to make herself useful. Nowadays, even if she still has a flair for the Games, exhaustion and bleak depression gets her before she gets to make a full plan. Clearly she respects her duties and treats the Hunger Games ceremoniously, but at times, it’s without picking herself off the floor for hours. And sponsor socialization of course drains her beyond reason. 

To work for another district, namely one, doesn’t feel right, but it is part of the cross she has to bear, and it’s better than being housed in her brother’s old room in the Tower.

Ariadne is a little afraid of her own two hands and of what they can do. She knows that, sometimes, they grab a kitchen knife without her permission. She knows that she wakes up not remembering how she got to the garden. She still cannot understand who poisoned their dog when they turned twelve. Perhaps stability could never characterize her. But she developed a sort of resigned mannerism. She’s softer these days, more unplugged. 

Nothing feels real & most sunrises convince her she is a ghost. After all, when she found Orpheus, she was already half gone, the pit in her stomach had settled and a headache like no other before could have fried her brains on spot. After all, she did not call for help for the longest time, instead just staring hours for a pulse. He was dead -- she’d won the Games when she no longer wanted any of it, when they could have both stayed crowned.

She still feels like an intruder -- that when she feels human to begin with. And nothing makes sense. And this all makes her angrier than ever before, and with no aim, and hollow, and aggressive when she has the strength for it.

(+) passionate

(+) ambitious

(+) perfectionist

(-) unstable

(-) aggressive

(-) pessimistic

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[hausofperses]

Hopefully this isn’t too broad a question but what are some character types / personalities that are wanted for clients or staff?

This one is a hard question to answer because character wise we have such a wide range as it is on the island, so again any member who has an idea please reply to this ask for this lovely anon. I always love a staff member who has the mentality of a client, thinks they should be the one running the show and making the demands, those are always fun characters to have clients squash like bugs. I also like the timid clients (we do have a few of these already) who aren't really sure what they're doing, but they have ridiculous amounts of money to afford their way to the island so the resort can help them experience what they need to - I love watching them blossom from such timid clients to whatever personality they're truly meant to have after it's not all so foreign to them. I love cocky clients as well, can never go wrong with those, clients who tell it as it is and don't beat around the bush. Something that might be fun would be staff members who are timid themselves, but have been seen to have potential so they've been invited to the island as staff just to kind of get an eye opener to the life style. Can you tell I absolutely LOVE the timid storylines where there's lots of exploration and mistakes / bumps along the road? I love just about everything though, and any personality would be more than welcomed on the island! Members though, if you have ideas to throw at this anon please feel free to do so! You're just as much a part of this as I am!

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[hoppromo]

Welcome to a hidden oasis where the men are h o t and the kinks are h o t t e r. The Haus of Perses, a resort where men can explore their wildest desires, aims to satisfy by a n y means necessary. Whether you enter as a staff or a client you’ll soon  find yourself being swept into the world where dreams do come true, but  that doesn’t always mean they’re followed by a happily ever after. Give  yourself to the Haus, let it take you away from the stress of the real world, but be wise enough to keep your guard up. You’d be surprised the  amount of deceit within these walls… 

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#kink rp #app rp #rp #roleplay #rpg

[beyondtheglamrp]

It’s so refreshing to see that not only are we back in the tags so soon, but, that app rpgs are thriving in 2023! That’s honestly so exciting! When I can get BTG off the ground again, I’m praying that we will have some wonderful apps filling up our inbox!! In the meantime, I’m open to answering questions, and I will be restarting my coadmin journey all over soon.

#group rp #plotless rp #hollywood rp #celeb rp #celebrity rp #fame rp #app rp

[spookylittletownhq]

The Explorer is reserved with a faceclaim of Chance Perdomo for Casi!

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[shadowsofwarrp]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖉...

Seeking... 𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜.

Dynamic, strong, and determined, Sirius is an integral member of the Marauders. Where would James be without his friendship, and where would Remus be without the friend who spends every full moon with him?

We would love to see another application for Sirius Black on Shadows of War, an 18+, literate to novella discord roleplay server. Set in 1979, our plot focuses on the first Wizarding War and the first Order of the Phoenix.

Join us today!

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[yensidhq]

NAME :// KORRA LOCKLEAR ORIGIN :// LEGEND OF KORRA AGE :// TWENTY-NINE PRONOUNS :// SHE/HER JOB :// GUEST FC:// DEVERY JACOBS

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█  AESTHETIC :

young girls with long braids that end in beads and feathers. the soft summer breeze that blows the valley trees. days that end with setting suns and friends. forgetting where lines end. getting lost on familiar roads. going off away from home. chop your hair off with a sword. loud pop punk music in the headphones of someone 

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█   BIOGRAPHY:

Written by applicant

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█   CONTACTS:

Mako and Bolin Dante: Good friends and allies. Asami Sato: A point of interest and friend.

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█   THOUGHTS:

Korra knows that she’s on this asteroid to attend the college and unlock her full potential as the avatar, but sometimes it’s easier to sit in her apartment that her people are paying for and just forget her responsibilities for a while. Not to mention, now she has people here, too. Figuring out the balance between healing yourself and figuring out what you’ve done wrong is a hard line to walk.

KORRA IS ___________________ OPEN

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[cherryusa]

What faces could you see for the runaway?

Excellent question, babes! You have some flexibility with the runaway in terms of gender, personality, appearance - thanks fraternal twinism! - but so far our favorite options are: Hunter Schafer, Lorenzo Zurzolo, Jenny Boyd, Milena Tscharntke, Mark Mckenna, Joshua Bassett, Kathryn Newton, Dylan Arnold, Andrew Garfield, Jannis Niewöhner, Elle Fanning, Tom Felton, Sophie Thatcher, Haley Lu Richardson, Phoebe Dyvenor, Angus Cloud, Josephine Langford, and Lucy Boynton...

I'm sure we'll be adding more to the cherryfaceclaims blog in the coming days, but we hope that's, like, a good jumping off point for you! Basically, a good rule of thumb is, like, if they look like they could be related to Lili Reinhart or Madison Iseman even a little, then throw them our way! Later days! 

#town rp #small town rp #small group rp #small rp #oc rp #bio rp #skeleton rp #app rp #hunter schafer gif pack #kathryn newton gif pack #Andrew Garfield gif pack #Tom felton gif pack

[psycheterminal]

Treat anything on Discord as media that will be lost

Do not use Discord to host your files. Do not rely on Discord to preserve your text. DO NOT RELY ON DISCORD FOR ANY KIND OF PRESERVATION OR HOSTING!!

It CAN be lost, it WILL be lost! You must consider Discord as a part of the Core Internet, controlled by one company that hosts the servers.

I thought it was impressive at first that it replaced IRC, but now I am horrified. If the company behind Discord went under today, how many friends would you lose?

How many relationships? How much writing?

You may think this won't happen, but I remember when AIM went down and along with it, entire novels worth of interaction with my oldest friend.

IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN. NO COMPANY IS INFALLIBLE.

Back up your files! Download anything you've saved to Discord NOW, before the API changes go into effect! And DO NOT RELY ON THEM FOR HOLDING IMPORTANT FILES!

#discord #discord chat #discord rp #discord roleplay #discord app #preservation #internet preservation

[evermorehqs]

Happy Saturday everyone! I've been around the main updating pages, and if I did my math right, we have 135 bios that are open right now. The dash has been absolutely buzzing the last few days, so if you're looking for a new group to join as a little holiday treat, it's the perfect time to jump right in!

#disney rp #disney skeleton rp #tumblr rp #app rp #magic rp

[maytheoddshq]

Fae Mammon (she/her). District Two Stylist. Twenty-eight. Janel Parrish.

If every little girl dreamt of being a princess, then Fae was one who was living those dreams. She grew up in a big house in the Capitol with parents who loved each other and who loved her even more. Her father was a Gamemaker and her mother was an art teacher at the university. They had two avoxes who lived with them and helped out around the house. Fae used to beg them to play dolls with her.  At least, she did until her little sister came along and then Fae had a real baby she could dress and take care of. She would go on to style her sister and tell her what to do and who to be until they were both full grown, and she would love every second of it.

She was five years old when her father took her to her first Tribute Parade. The costumes and the glamor enchanted Fae instantly. It was the sort of magic that was found in fairytales but it was right there at her fingertips. All she wanted to do was be a part of it. Fae remembers asking her dad what if she were one of the ones to wear the beautiful costumes in the chariots? Her dad told her that she’d never have to worry about that, which confused her. She wanted to be a part of the magic.

Over the years, Fae grew to understand what, precisely, the Hunger Games were. The bodies strewn across the televised battle fields were real, and the competition ended when one child was left standing. And then each new Victor sparkled brighter than the last, and Fae begged her dad to take her to work with him every chance she could, just so she could be around it all, maybe meet a Victor, maybe get some of the Hunger Games magic for herself.

Fae should have been able to say that the greatest day of her life was her first day as a stylist. She’d been respectful about it, told her dad not to pull any strings or grease any palms. She wanted to deserve the opportunity she’d been given, and he respected her, even though they both watched as stylists who were younger and less talented got placed in high-ranking districts. So when she finally got accepted, it should have felt like a dream come true. This was all she’d ever wanted. And for a while, it was. Fae was assigned to District Twelve, but everyone who was worth anything had to pay their dues - she’d known that for years. She worked to build the perfect designs, and inspiration drove her to create matching outfits for escort and mentors as well. She was so excited.

Then she met the tributes, and Fae’s entire world came crashing down around her. It wasn’t magic. It was murder. These were children. How could she have been so wrong?

Everything changed for Fae after that first Games, when she watched her tributes die horrible deaths. She immediately put in her request for next Games - she asked to be assigned to District 12 again. No one wanted it, no one was willing to be someone who was there for these kids, knowing it was a hopeless cause. So she had to be there. She had to be strong for the tributes that she dressed. She had to make them feel strong in turn. 

Her style was driven from that passion to make them feel powerful. She designed with a newfound purpose, sharp angles and strong lines. She tried to get to know the people she styled, and add in flair that would make them feel seen, and make them want to be presented to the world. Fae couldn’t make everything better, but if she could give them any ounce of confidence, she would do her damndest to try.

It was hard, and to a degree, Fae hated it. She hated that everything she believed in was twisted and vulgar and no one had ever thought to let her know. She hated that there were kids who volunteered, who begged to be chosen, who murdered the children she’d just met mercilessly, proud of themselves and the glory it would bring them. And Fae hated herself, for basking in that glory once upon a time. For wanting this. For thinking it was a fairytale, a game. It was anything but.

Though once a daddy’s girl, Fae grew estranged from her father. He knew. He’d known this entire time the reality she’d been forced to wake up to. He profited off of it year after year. He made her sick. And with Fae’s new reality came fights, screaming matches that she’d get into with her mother. Her sister, doing her bidding since before she could walk, was refusing, shocked and confused and hurt by Fae’s new beliefs. They couldn’t understand. They refused to understand. It broke Fae’s heart.

Still, she kept on, Games after Games, making her way to the top floor where the District 12 tributes waited for their turn to die. It was a shock, then, when she was assigned to District 2 for the most recent Games. She doesn’t know how she’s going to manage keeping her cool around Careers. She has no idea what to expect, and it turns her stomach to think of playing nice with those who volunteered, who won because of their years of training, who murdered for sport, brainwashed since childhood into believing it was all a game. She would have loved this, years ago. But she’s not brainwashed anymore. 

Three strengths and three weaknesses?

+ resolute, hard-working, compassionate

- stubborn, emotional, naive

PENNED BY: Greta

#oc rp #oc rpg #lsrpg #lsrp #app rp #fae #bio

[gnypromo-blog]

A South Korean ship was spotted dead in the water outside the New York City harbor. The first two teams sent out to investigate disappeared without word, and eventually the Coast Guard towed the ship to shore. The moment that she landed, the outbreak started – hoards of the undead flooding from the rusted depths of the dead ship and spilling over onto the docks. Within a week the entire city had been overrun, forcing survivors into hiding inside and on top of buildings. Now, two weeks since the infection started, the power has finally gone out for the last time, fresh water is no longer being pumped through the pipes beneath the city, and the only movement in the streets are from the thousands of zombies that mill around waiting for something fresh and living to devour.

Trapped inside the historical twelve story apartment affectionately named “The Wexley”, known for it’s mishmash of architectural styles that somehow make it charmingly ugly, it’s residents are doing what they can to survive until help comes. Or until they’re forced to leave their fortress of glass and stone. All they know is that sooner or later it’s going to be time to say Goodbye to New York City

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[odinspromisepromo]

In a remote Viking settlement nestled amidst towering mountains and rugged fjords, the villagers live in harmony with nature, guided by their ancient traditions and belief in the Norse gods. One fateful evening, as the village prepared for the annual harvest celebration, a mysterious wanderer arrived at their doorstep. Clad in worn garments and carrying a staff, he asks them for shelter feeling weary from his travels. Not trusting the stranger, the townsfolk turn him away.

First Arc - Awaiting the Bloom

Unbeknownst to them the stranger they had spurned was none other than Odin himself, the mighty All-father, concealing his godly visage under a veil of anonymity as he travelled Midgard among the humans. Outraged and furious, Odin swiftly vanished from their midst disappearing as quick as he came. Yet, his departure did not come without consequence, for he bore away with him an unforeseen prize, clutching it tightly in his vengeful grasp. As the wheels of time turned, and the advent of the bountiful harvest season unfolded, the residents of the village discovered the once fertile soil, teeming with life’s sustenance, now lay bereft of its former fecundity.  The usual thriving crops, now languished, offering meagre yield. Even the very essence of nature seemed to wane, as the once gushing rivers dwindled to a trickle. A relentless affliction, its origin shrouded in enigma, descended upon the hapless villagers, laying waste to their vigour and engulfing them in an unyielding grip of suffering.  Only one question remains… How do they fix it? 

[ Odinspromiserp is an 18+ mature fantasy period RP that takes influence from Norse mythology and folklore. Characters will face multiple plot-driven events and developments. We are a diverse and welcoming skeleton bio rp ]

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#rp #rpg #oc rp #period rp #app rp

[oldgodsrp]

It’s been a long time since any of the old gods walked the realm of mortals. They’re content to sit high above and far below the human race, judging us all and reveling any mention of their own names. But the time has come for them to return and protect those that so long ago offered them tribute.

The World Snake, Mother Gaia, and Atum have observed all of mankind for all of time. It no longer likes what it sees. We’ve grown too big for what the world will handle and they are displeased. They say it’s time for the end of days, time for the world to be born anew. The gods say otherwise.

If they can keep their heads and not cause too much trouble, they’ll save the world. If they fall apart…well, let’s just hope that doesn’t happen. The ancients exist among us once more. Our fate is in their hands. This could be the best of times or the worst of times for us all.

A bargain has been agreed on. The gods will rise and fall from their hideaways and take up mortal lives from start to end. No memories, no powers, just traces of the immortals they have always been. They will live the lives of humans and prove that there is still something to be said for those of us that trod the earth.

come check out our 21+ mythology group run on discord and waiting for you! each person can app for 2 charas from different pantheons right away. we just did a reboot so this is the perfect time to join. find the mobile nav in the blog’s description, or the discord in the source of this post!

#discord rp #mythology rp #oc rp #town rp #app rp

[spookylittletownhq]

The Quiltmaker is reserved with a faceclaim of Saoirse Ronan for Ashleigh!

#period rp #magical rp #coven rp #lsrp #app rp

[lasriohq-ads]

Tucked into the southwestern part of New Mexico, is a town called Las Rio. A rundown town that was once divided by a river - the very river that provided the town’s namesake - separated two families, both of which felt they would provide the best for the town. The Peshlakai family housed on the East side of the river was known for their love of nature, while The Espinoza’s began to build up the West side, pueblo-style houses and buildings providing work for their families from Chile' .

Despite their differences in what they called home, however, when Marie Espinoza and Paco Peshlakai met and fell in love - a love story similar to Romeo and Juliet - the Espinoza and Peshlakai families had to decide if feuding for their piece of land was worth breaking up a love story so pure as that of their children, and the families formed a truce, allowing themselves into each other’s lives, a city no longer divided.

Las Rio is an original, literate small-town RP. Our group is a plotless, character-driven roleplay that strives to be a safe space and community accepting to all. Las Rio has a Mun Cap of 15 players with a total of 45 characters. 3 characters per mun.

Las Río is now OPEN for applications. Join Us today.

#app rp #small town rpg #small town rp #small rp #town rp