AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 11, 2023 4:21:28 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]TUTORIAL : YOU CAN PROMPT FORM PARTIES! YOU SHOULD DO THAT MORON!
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That was certainly a way to start this strange re-orientation to the world. Looking out from her umbrella she would notice two women there with her, the rain seeming to pick up as they moved closer together as three. Their screens obviously keeping the three occupied for just a moment, or at least Noelle was. Party forming? You could do tha- oh? It was a button. She would press it sending a prompt to the other two as a red prompt appeared in her retenna. "Defeat the tutorial boss or survive for the time limit... that wasn't ominous at all. Looking around she would notice the shade in the distance moving closer at a speedier rate than she would like. Looking at her everything as fast as she could Noelle would lower and open her umbrella, and twist it. A [SANDSTORM] forming on the canopy pointed at the monster, inflicting it with a slowing fear and a glowing chain made of water.
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"Hi ladies, names Noelle. I have zero fucking clue where this is or what's happening, but I think we have something trying to kill us as cringe-y as that is to say... I suggest we run a little yeah," Noelle would state for her companions without any hesitation, though her tone was utterly bewildered. It was like the most awkward recreation of Dr. Who's ninth doctor meeting Rose... or was it the tenth doctor. Noelle had completely stopped keeping track of that series in middle school. Shit she could have used the doctor's line... she doubted these two watched british television. [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 11, 2023 3:52:26 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]Noelle was going to lose her mind amongst the sheer sudden random that was this group. The trio she had found herself with were an absolutely uncohessive mesh, at least by her own view of the group. Rory was very obviously just chasing profit, fair enough. Evey seemed to just not want to have anything to do with the mission, even though they were dealing with it. Lastly, there was Dee Dee... who just didn't talk. She had nothing else to say about the girl other then she didn't talk. Trying to read while watching for enemies was gonna end up a pain probably...
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"Alright then I guess. Name's Noelle, I'm an Echo Fabricator. I make people feel things, usually against their will, and apply debuffs that benefit the party. That's a horrible way to describe my class, but I honestly don't think there is a better way to put it." The silver-haired lass would state bluntly with a shrug. An umbrella ready to open in her hand as well, however she kept it closed. Holding more like a gun than anything else.
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Taking up the secondary position in the group it seemed clear they were not going to be moving quickly today. The girl watching for what was most definitely a slew of monsters to come. She was ready to test the enemies near immediately. [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 11, 2023 3:28:53 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]So he was honest, on a surface level... that was good. Growing up in the big city you had to learn to read some modicum of body language and the actively assuring, non-hostile nature of the man's approach softened her a bit. Her umbrella lowered, but not put away. Like a gun being held at rest rather then slung in a completely non-hostile fashion. She would listen to the man in full, her face going completely blank in the time frame as she did so. Dude was a little crazy... actually very crazy, but she could handle a little crazy if it meant human interaction for a short moment.
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"Well no shit we have to adapt man, were standing near where Mount Rainer is supposed to be, instead there is nothing but dangerous wild life. You think I got this far by crying and running away?" Noelle would ask in a somewhat rude tone, but she was just being shrewd with her words. Polite society was mostly dead, and she certainly didn't care to revive it anyways. Sighing she looked up at the older twenty-something and pinched her brow before holding out a hand to shake the african native's own, "I appreciate the honesty at least man. Noelle Washington, funnily enough, I was a climatology student. Now Im just wandering and trying to figure all this crap out."
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Despite the small, but noticable difference in their power shaking hands would reveal to Idir he was stronger physically. However, she had a rather firm handshake despite it, a practiced grip. Maintaining eye contact the girl still didn't so much as smile, "Well, Mr. Adapt, Survive, Overcome. Congratulations, humanity now has its greatest strength again; numbers." [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 11, 2023 2:53:36 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]Noelle still was just having an aneurism trying to process all of this, but okay. One girl had a truck, another had somehow been just ahead of her out of sight, still shocked on that one she was, another had come from even further inland... four ladies, one truck. Something about this just seemed very off to Noelle but she wasn't about to complain to the three here about how weird all these people converging at once was. Actually, Noelle was going to call this system tomfoolery.
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"Sure, I'll take a ride. I'm not gonna pretend this is normal though," Noelle would state unsummoning her umbrella to her inventory. She could be trusting see? She could totally trust a random truck driver and two other complete strangers. No issues, none, none whatsoever. Walking forward up to the truck she looked between the other two and with a blank expression opened the front passenger seat, "Shotgun."
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Fastening a seat belt almost felt foreign to the girl as she locked herself in. Noelle would lean her elbow on the door rest and look over at her new ride, "Noelle Washington, Seattle Survivor, and Climatologist. I'd say its good to meet you, but Im desperate and this is honestly great. Its still weird seeing four people and a truck after three weeks of silence... except that one weird dude." [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 6, 2023 14:39:34 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]Noelle would have counted her lucky stars if she thought that she had any in this moment. Looking around she was met with three faces. Two that had appeared, like herself, and another who had just walked in through a wall. Gauging the reactions she really wasn't sure what the hell was meant to be happening. A question along those lines can from... Rory. The party window in the corner of her vision told her that that was the name of the only man in their group... at least judging appearances... she was pretty sure that was right. Her calm gaze looking over the group before she scratched her messy bed of hair. Noelle genuinely hated the damn system.
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"Yeah I thought that was obvious... though I'm with the guy who can walk through walls here, this is not something I was given any info on," The short girl would state while rummaging through her screens for anything before manifesting her own umbrella. An obviously superior one, since it was her family's umbrella. The parasol looked like a definitely cheap plastic children's umbrella at a glance and it almost made her want to cringe at the site of it. Perhaps only one of them had been given the mission prompt...
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She looked between all the members of this group and squinted. What the hell was this all this dungeon crawl stuff supposed to end with? A boss monster? Sounded fun... if a little dangerous. It probably didn't matter that much, "Do people normally share their classes and party roles and such? I really don't get all this system crap outside of the store and my own abilities." [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 6, 2023 2:00:41 GMT
Mission Link[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]RANDOM MISSION SCENARIO: WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCEPT? Y/N
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"What the hell?" Noelle would say with a squint as she finishing getting ready for the day, having slept inside one of the broken buildings for some amount of shelter. Having sustained herself on the tomatoes from the day before. Was this how people did that 'XP grinding' thing that she had been looking into. She really should have played games with her brother Jakob more often. She understood basically none of this still, except the store since that was actually self-explanatory. Staring more at the message she really had mixed feeling about it, but she couldn't fully say no... clicking the button she would see a different message appear.
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The hell did 'Party Queue 1/4' mean exactly? She suddently saw darkness before a new environment overtook her. One she recognized from a few school trips: New York. Though it did look different, it was like a mural of the city rather then a physical location though as three blue squares sat in a line past her own. When the others would join, they would appear in a dingy office that looked in ruin. A concrete wall blocking them in, Noelle would stare. Seriously what the fuck was this system shit. [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto]
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 6, 2023 0:58:56 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]Was that... was that an actual moving vehicle? Had someone bought the license from the store? Seriously? They were frankly baffled by the notion that people had already earned so many points that they could have freely shoved currency towards the gaining of a vehicle again. She would have given up an arm for that license... probably. She really had to stop raising red flags in her own head thinking such morbid thoughts. Tiredly she would wave, only to realize she had been... really close to another person as well actually.
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"Your not gonna run me... or the other person there over are you?" Noelle yelled out still a bit away. Her umbrella now gripped in both hands. Her voice was honestly closer to sarcasm then it was anything else and she internally slapped herself for the stupid question. They were waving out the damn window, of course they werent hostile... externally speaking.
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Approaching she would give a small wave to both, her large heavy raingear a standout for the current landscapem even moreso then her pale skin and white hair for someone so young in appearance. They weren't immediately trusting still though as they kept their distance from both of the girls here looking between them with a cool gaze. Still not openly hostile, just cautious. [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 6, 2023 0:18:02 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]An annoyance like no others; warm weather. Noelle had been trying to hide from the sun at all possible, but that had not stopped the heat from reaching her in a way that was... hellish. Having thought that she had actually opened her jacket to show her surf shirt, worn because it was super heat retensive and she was used to cold, rainy Seattle still, and a pair of thick jeans. Sitting under both a tree and her umbrella for extra shade the girl had continued her journaling from before.
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Its been three days since I arrived at what they are saying is, or rather was, Los Angeles. Its kind of a scary thought that I made it this far and met as many strangers from across the globe already. Most people haven't been directly hostile, but I don't think that everything will stay that way for forever. That would be naive. I don't know where you are mom, dad, jakob, Wrenn... Im still looking for you I promise. Even if Im lost hopefully someone find this and they can deliver it to you.
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That was a morbid death flag to place on herself, but that didn't mean it wasn't true. Sighing she closed the book just in time to see a god damn dragon and a girl carrying a bag of apples? No... no those were tomatoes. Weirdo. It wouldn't hurt to make a friend though maybe. Lifting her head she called out, "Uh, hello?" [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 5, 2023 23:43:12 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]Mr. Wannabe Tall, Dark, and Mysterious was not the thing she was expecting to run into in a dense forest. Her initial thought rather blunt considering how surprised his appearance had made her. She obviously had not expected the man, and pointing her umbrella at the well-dressed man. Already deciding to take an extremely cautious stance even with his obviously friendly demeanor and tone. She didn't trust so easily as to not be on guard, it was just common sense.
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"Hold it there buddy. Keep yourself at a distance, aight?" Noelle would call with a flat tone, her hand ready to open the umbrella. Her gaze was cold as she re-adjusted herself, but it was obvious from her more tense stance that she was more startled then anything. This was an easy clear up if Idir wanted it to be. It just depended on his response.
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"Who the hell are you? Were you from Washington too?" The girl asked two questions, her fingers running whiter then she already was by gripping the umbrella harder. Reading to fill this man with, what was hopefully feelings of contemplation to slow him if she had to run from him. That was hopefully only last resort though. [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 5, 2023 4:22:58 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skullhover"] [attr="class","skullimg"] [attr="class","skulltitle"] Raining [attr="class","skulloverlap"]on your parade with a scowl. [attr="class","skullbody"]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Praesent et dolor at lorem vestibulum fringilla ut at dui. Sed placerat justo hendrerit, cursus nisl non, efficitur urna. Morbi sit amet sollicitudin tellus. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Duis at nulla fringilla, fermentum diam quis, suscipit tellus. Maecenas tempor consectetur ipsum, sit amet elementum orci blandit sit amet. Cras est nunc, ultrices a tincidunt at, porttitor nec dui. Aenean porta id odio vel fermentum. Morbi blandit ut justo eu ornare. Sed aliquam quis risus non elementum. Sed scelerisque eleifend mi ac ullamcorper. Ut volutpat dolor non porta fermentum. Maecenas eget vehicula nisl, sed viverra felis.
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Maecenas rhoncus lacinia orci sed convallis. Morbi at urna a neque faucibus vestibulum. Orci varius natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Donec vitae lorem eget odio posuere suscipit. In sagittis tortor non turpis tincidunt ultricies. Nullam scelerisque lorem et tortor tincidunt aliquet. Suspendisse potenti. Etiam quam nisl, hendrerit at dolor sit amet, viverra dignissim velit. Duis sed sapien commodo elit rhoncus pellentesque. Phasellus pretium aliquam arcu eget pellentesque. Sed sit amet leo urna. Sed eget fermentum nisi, dictum vulputate sapien. Aliquam sed nisi pellentesque, accumsan neque ut, aliquam arcu. Proin maximus nulla at odio fringilla eleifend. Vestibulum sagittis at magna vitae molestie. [break] [attr="class","skullinfo"]000 WORDS / @tags!! [attr="class","skullcredits"] TAIKO![newclass=.skullhover]width:420px;-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;-webkit-transition-delay:0.1s;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullhover:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);filter: grayscale(0%)-webkit-transition:all 1s ease;transition:all 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullimg]width:380px;height:200px;background-image:url(https://media.tenor.com/QUYhYNHC1JoAAAAC/aesthetic-anime.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulltitle]font-family:verdana;font-weight:700;font-size:50px;position:relative;text-align:center;color:#7c9cc1;margin-top:-36px;margin-bottom:0px;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skulloverlap]letter-spacing:1px;font-family:oswald;font-weight:200;font-size:9px;position:relative;text-align:center;margin-top:-0;margin-bottom:-5px;color:#e8e8e8;text-shadow: -1px 0 black, 0 1px black, 1px 0 black, 0 -1px black;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody]div-align:center;text-align:justify;width:380px;font-size:10px;font-family:roboto;color:#d6d6d6;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullbody b]color:#7c9cc1;[/newclass] [newclass=.skullinfo]width:380px;font-family:oswald;font-size:9px;font-weight:200;color:#767676;text-align:right[/newclass] [newclass=.skullcredits]width:380px;font-family:roboto;font-size:8px;text-align:center;[/newclass] [googlefont=Oswald] [googlefont=Roboto] |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 4, 2023 16:09:11 GMT
There was a thought, having finally made her way to the safe zone of the states. The only one according to many of the survivors here. Some were living the way that they used to, but Noelle didn't understand that. Normalcy was gone, it had been replaced indiscriminately with this strange game system. She had ended up buying a journal and pen off of someone though, something to record her thoughts since her phone was god knows where. She would need to get one of those too eventually.
For now, she was going to track what she could in writing. Finding a quiet spot in the corner of one of the nearby corner alleys that was unattended she would sit finally and open the journal to make her first entry. A few minutes would pass before she actually came to an idea of what to write, starting with a list based on the information that she had.
The words would continue to flow.
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 4, 2023 15:20:57 GMT
The system still made little to no sense even after being awake for two weeks and having working to understand what she could do. Noelle had to think that there was really just something seriously wrong with the head of the person that was running this whole joke. She hated this new reality, but her understanding of stoicism was something that was necessary for her to survive so the silver haired girl didn't actually complain much about the new world order. Even if it was anything, but orderly.
Walking the coast she had plenty of room for vision, but she also wasn't moving completely out in the open. Her umbrella was closed in hand and ready to go for her good abilities, but she really needed to reach a place that was safer. Even the people she had met so far were absolutely abnormal. That one man, he wasn't a bad guy for sure... but he was so damn strange. Some kind of scholar of nature who had a serious complex about the cycles of nature working as intended.
Earnestly she was likely safer with him, but he had disappeared on her and she had already been planning to move away and out towards the coast. Following the weather patterns for signs of higher moisture gathering. Her movement was constant, she had nothing better to do after all, but it was dreadfully boring and talking to herself was something they considered completely off the table.
The Echo Fabricator would look back and forth again. She was not going to let herself go crazy. She would find something... someone... anyone... please.
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 4, 2023 3:36:16 GMT
It had been roughly a week since she had managed to evade the chaos that the tutorial had been. A week that it had taken for her to actually be able to move out from that rather wild storm and away from what was certainly not her home. She had been transported to some 'safe zone', but there had been nothing guarenteeing her safety. Without her phone she had no way to try and check in with her parentss so she just... hadn't. To say she had cried as well was, more than an understatement as she had dehydrated herself numerous times before she was properly fine once more.
Calm, collected, ready. Having taken a few days she got adjusted to her powers, practicing with them to get a better understanding of what it was that they actually did for her. She was some odd debuff, one hit wonder of a class that made basically no sense to her. She had kind of picked it cause the name was cool though, so she really had no right to complain about that.
Finding herself in the valley of a mountain she could only assume had once been mount reiner in the countryside of Washington state. Was it that? The mountain was just gone, and it left her utterly confused. Perhaps she would learn more when she ran into someone... anyone.
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 3, 2023 18:05:28 GMT
Noelle could not have been more confused by what was going on around her. Earth was reloading? Who the hell was Earth-Chan supposed to be. That was not something that Noelle could answer for herself, standing in a downpour just inside of what she would have otherwise assumed was her hometown of Seattle, except there was nothing. The buildings were in ruin, the windows in many places shattered as if a riot had happened. Looking around slowly she took in her surroundings with trepidation. What the hell was going on here, this wasn't right, where was everyo- DING!
Congratulations, you have been gifted three class choices by the system! Please choose wisely from the following list:Deluge Sorcerer
Canopy Fencer
Echo FabricatorThe hell was this about? Classes, was she in some kind of game? She had been on the road to buy groceries, but there was no sign of the road that she was used to walking from the bus stop to the store. It was all just... gone. The university student didn't really get it, having never really been into games so she randomly picked the one that was sounded the coolest of the three: Echo Fabricator. Taking a breath as she finally remembered to inspect herself as she locked in her class. Her raincoat had an unfamiliar design, but it was kind of cool for a full-body jacket. Like mage robes or something, kind of neat. In hand was an umbrella that was eerily similar to her family's usual shared leather one. The cracks were even as they normally were. Reaching into her pocket for her phone she would curse as she realized she had left it at home. A sigh as she kept her umbrella low to protect from the rain. Her eyes darting around for other people as she started to walk. ( Zeks, Ana Callidora) |
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AGE
21
PRONOUNS
She/They
CLASS
Echo Fabricator // Melancholic Martyr
Gift
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Post by Noelle on Apr 3, 2023 17:32:02 GMT
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— CHANGELOG —
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| PWR: 10 ( +0 ) | DEF: 10 ( +2 ) | | SPD: 8 ( +0 ) | MAGI: 13 ( +0 ) | | VIT: 10 ( +0 ) | WIL: 87 ( +0 ) | | LUCK: 0 ( +0 ) | |
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x5 [6]
[break]+25 WIL
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x2 [8]
[break]+2 Abilities
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x8 [16]
[break]+40 WIL
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x2 [18]
[break]+10 WIL
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x1 [19]
[break]+5 DEF
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x1 [20]
[break]+5 DEF
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x5 [25]
[break]+10 DEF, +12 MAGI, +3 SPD
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XX/XX/XX - Tangerine Potion Consumed
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x4 [29]
[break]+4 Abilities
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x4 [31]
[break]+1 Abilities, +5 MAGI
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XX/XX/XX - Level Up x5 [36]
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