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A unique Warriors RP set in Northern African and the Mediterranean Basin, come explore the world of HOA. We offer three Clans, each with their own unique culture and twist on Clan culture while still keeping the essence of the stories we have come to know and love, a unique Rogue group, a kit genetics system, and in depth lore to immerse your characters in. HOA's inclusive, welcoming community would love for you to join us in telling a story to last a lifetime.

Private Threads / I'M TIGHT // Silas
« Last post by Salem on January 08, 2023, 02:16:48 PM »
It had been a pretty slow business day for Salem. With only a few customers coming in to buy things, Salem had used most of the day to sit back and read at the checkout counter, only pausing to help customers and take care of Jasper. With her literacy improving by the week, she was steadily burning through books and running out of ways to get more. She loved the way that they pulled her out of reality and into some other world - there were still some things she didn't understand, like what cows were or how someone could just make light from thin air, but she figured these concepts were relevant before she was born and appreciated the fact that she was learning about history, despite the fact that it seemed outdated to her.

With a hum, she closed the book she had been poring over, finally having finished it. She looked around and was shocked: the sun had set and, having forgotten to light her candles, her shop was pitch black.

Well, it is past closing time, Salem hummed as she stood up and stretched before reaching for the matches, I doubt anyone is still lingering.

However, when she lit the first of her many candles, Salem noticed a tall, dark figure in the corner. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't make a move towards it. Instead, she asked, "You do realize that we're closed, right?"
> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None
> Elisa Barone | "Salem"
> Female
> 24
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time, a small handgun, and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
> N/A
> N/A
> medium physically | easy/medium mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
> Lionel King x Melissa Barone
> Son Jasper
> Half brother Rafe
> Half niece Gigi
> Cat Chrisanthymum "Chrissy"
>Bisexual | no crush
> this text + this color = this meaning
━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong
a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling
Private Threads / Re: 21st century liability┊lillith .
« Last post by Lillith on January 08, 2023, 02:04:10 PM »
Lillith, despite having a brother, had never gotten the chance to have a normal brother-sister bond. While of course she and King loved to wreak havoc with their chaos, their moments of fun were intermittently interrupted by relapses, arguments, and frantic breakdowns when King dropped off the map. No, Lillith envied other siblings, who could enjoy each others company in peace.

When she saw Silas hanging around the Badlands, she could sense a kindred spirit. He seemed equally as strange and impulsive as she was, and he frequently engaged in shenanigans that she wanted to join in on. Of course, she didn't want to reach out right away, in case he left. Lillith had enough on her plate trying to keep her brother in one place: she didn't need to worry about the whereabouts of anyone else.

Finally she had bit the bullet and invited Silas to hang out. He had been around for long enough and didn't show any signs of leaving. Lillith was so excited when they climbed up to the top of a roof: she and her brother used to do similar things, shouting obscenities at people and throwing bottles down if streets were particularly empty. That was before things got...bad.

But rocks? Lillith had never tried throwing down rocks. She let out a cackle as Silas got chewed out for hitting someone's shoulder. "I wish I did more of this as a kid," she snickered as she picked up a rock and pretended to examine it thoroughly. "Hmmm...this'll do." She chucked it with all her might towards an older woman walking by, and Lillith let out a loud whoop when it made direct contact with her skull.

The woman flinched in pain and looked up towards the two, rubbing the top of her head. "Don't you two have anything better t' do than throw rocks?" The woman spat. Lillith just shook her head in between fits of laughter. "Whaddya mean? It doesn't get any better than this!"
Private Threads / 21st century liability┊lillith .
« Last post by silas. on January 08, 2023, 08:29:15 AM »
tw. Mention of alcohol & drugs

Silas Overton was not a graceful man, nor one renowned for such sophistication. For a man who had suffered great perils in this world, he still saw the world in all of his puerile glory, and it led to a recklessness that so often got him into troublesome times.

It seemed that his experience in the world never quite taught him tact. Instead, he took the world in his stride with an air of arrogance that screamed ❝ fuck you, I can do what I want to ❞. But Silas now had a child who grew up to slowly resent his father’s means of dealing with life. Jay had always been the more level-headed of the two and, if anything, it was an unwarrantable flaw to expose Jay to adulthood before he had even reached puberty.

He could apologise for his unconventional means of raising Jay or attempt to conjure up a plethora of excuses. He had been a teenage dad — barely an adult himself when he first found himself taking care of the motherless Jay. A good father didn’t have a mild alcohol dependency, an unscrupulous temper nor the mind of someone a mere ten years younger than himself. It was not his fault for suffering a life-altering brain injury which left Jay the caretaker. Silas had since abandoned these variations of excuses when he found that Jay’s disappointment in him was boundless.

If Jay had known what Silas was up to on this very afternoon, Silas likely would have received an earful. But, Jay wasn’t here. He was spending time with a lovely older woman learning how to play the guitar. It left Silas with enough free time to take up Lillith’s offer to hang out. Ever since he and Jay had arrived in The Badlands a few months ago, Silas knew that he and Lillith would grow close. She reminded him of the twins in many ways. Surely Loren and Micaela were around Lillith’s age, just creeping into adulthood. Whilst it had been Silas’ fault for cutting all ties with his family — negligible parents could ignite a sizeable reaction from any child forced to bear the consequences of such mistreatment — he had never done so to harm his siblings. Perhaps it was selfish to leave them all behind, and in the end it only led him astray down a very dangerous path, but it was the only means of self-preservation that he could think of.

If he could only pretend that Lillith was anything like his little sisters, then he would feel complete again.

Legs dangled over the edge of a rooftop, perhaps fourteen feet off the ground, as Silas sat beside Lillith and peered down fearlessly at the bobbing heads of passers-by below. ❝ Used to do shit like this with my brother when we were kids. There was this ladder up to a platform below this rusty ol’ windmill where we’d sit and wait to see if anyone noticed. We once got shouted at by some old woman with hair rollers and a nightgown on. Nearly pissed my pants with laughter when we started dropping stones to try hit her. ❞

He showed his teeth in a wicked grin. It wasn’t like Silas to be polite about anything. After all, back in the trailer park, the life there was pretty ruthless. Most of the occupants could barely stand the Overton family; rambunctious children and dismissive parents that snorted up drugs on the daily. It was no wonder the kids got up to mischief so often — no one was ever there to put them in their place. ❝ Check this. ❞ Silas murmured before heedlessly tossing a stone off the roof in the hopes that it might connect with an unsuspecting passers-by. If it were to land on someone, it would be unlikely to harm them. More like a pinprick Silas would point out if given the chance. The idea was to make people jump. They always ought to expect the unexpected when Silas was around.

The stone landed on a pedestrian’s shoulder, bouncing off and landing on the ground with a satisfying ping. Silas began to chuckle to himself with glee, cheeks hardening like a flexed muscle as he smiled down in all of his delinquent pride. The man scowled up towards Silas and Lillith before jabbing his pointer finger up to the duo. ❝ Watch it. Hit the wrong person and they’ll knock your lights out. ❞ He warned with a hostile glower. Silas barely hesitated, scoffing before calling back down smugly, ❝ I’m counting on it! ❞ before glancing at Lillith and murmuring, Prick. ❞

// mobile post sorry :naur:
Welcome Board / Re: im back i think??
« Last post by cas on January 04, 2023, 11:03:36 AM »
Howdy welcome back Blue!! I'm excited to see what you post! Feel free to reach out if you need anything or if u just want to chat hehehe
Welcome Board / Re: im back i think??
« Last post by bitterblue. on January 03, 2023, 07:36:21 AM »
!!! hey, timothy!! i missed you, too!! it's been a while. sorry for falling off the face of the earth like that. I can't wait to write with you again as well.
Creative Center / Re: ✧ — wish you were here ; dump .
« Last post by marcus. on January 02, 2023, 12:29:08 PM »
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Private Threads / Re: when night comes // greenie
« Last post by green. on January 02, 2023, 12:17:51 PM »
Vernon was hardwired to protect Bellamy.

It came so easily when it came to the people of the district, and even easier when it came to somebody that Green had felt a particular fondness towards. And, as soon as Donovan began to silence Bellamy's voice and turn her into the shell of who they used to be, Green was suspicious. Winifred and Amor had once dated Donovan and, as if it were history repeating itself, the both of them went missing one by one. Two women that Green had adored once, gone in a blink of an eye.

He was, without a doubt, wary of Donovan since then. His blasé attitude towards their disappearances was shocking, and his presence alone was enough to make Green shiver. And then came the disappearance of several stray cats that Green would take care of. When he had discovered the corpse of a cat so clearly mutilated by the hands of a sick person, Green was desperate to find any evidence to exile Donovan at once. He had seen Donovan feeding the cats, he had even confronted Donovan but it was to no avail when Donovan so firmly denied such thing. Was he poisoning them? Could a man really do such a wickedly immoral thing?

But, despite Green's evident concerns, Donovan had never outwardly given Green a reason to ever mistrust him. He had always played the role of an upstanding citizen too well, managing to convince everyone in the district that he was a simple man desperate to live a simple life. But Green had since learned to never take somebody at face value. Not everyone was a good person as he was once led to believe — in fact, there were a lot of sinister faces that lingered silently in the crowd. It was their means of survival; everything under the radar was the only way to go about things without alerting a single soul.

It would never qualm his suspicions about Donovan.

And so when Donovan proclaimed that he had finally been reunited with Bellamy and his son, Green knew that he ought to keep an eye on them. But, this was different. This was no short-lived relationship in the flurry of conceivable love but a marriage that appeared so binding. Bellamy was chained to Donovan through the young child that they had brought onto this earth together. Donovan appeared to love his son deeply, much like Green had treated Arlo, but never did Green anticipate that Donovan was merely mirroring Green's actions in order to appear like the saint of fatherhood. Green had learned after Winifred and Amor that Donovan was not one to be trusted but this time Green had no choice but to stand and look upon the carnage in making as a passive bystander. This time, Donovan and Bellamy went way back. They were married and who was Green to interfere with that?

But there came a day where Green would finally have to step in to protect the world from the likes of Donovan, even if it meant putting aside his morals to do what any noble Guardian would do.

A heavy day working tirelessly around the district had Green settling for an early night. Once Arlo was sound asleep in his own bedroom, Green ran his fingers through his hair with a yawn as he shut his own bedroom door behind him. Stripped down to his underwear, Green was truly ready for a restful night's sleep — if only he had known that this night would be anything but. Nestled beneath cool sheets, Green patted the bed to encourage Midas and Ginnie to make themselves comfortable before Green began to settle into a light sleep, Midas curled up in his arms.

And, just before he could doze off into a deep slumber, there was a frantic knocking at the door. He jolted awake, eyes springing open again as the dogs set off towards the closed bedroom door with alerted barks. ❝ Okay puppies, settle down now. ❞ Green murmured groggily, refusing to spend another moment to enjoy the comfort of his bed before rising to clumsily pull on a pair of sweatpants. It wasn't like someone from the district to be at his door this time in the evening. Most of them had found themselves in their respective homes, preparing their evening meals, relaxing after a long day or choosing to call it a night, so the thought of what could be on the other side of the door made Vernon feel sick.

Nothing could have prepared him for the next few moments. Opening the back door, Green was faced with a ghastly sight. The beautiful Bellamy, Flynn tiredly propped up in her arms, as she stared at Green with a panicked look in her eyes. It only took a moment of staring dumbfounded before he noticed the blood and tousled hair. Something had happened, and Green's first thought was that Donovan was up to no good again.

❝ Oh my days, Bella. Come in. ❞ Green urged as he ushered her into his home. He clicked the door shut behind before turning to face her worriedly. ❝ What happened to you? Are you okay? Oh God, your hand; it's bleeding. ❞ He pointed out, palms facing upwards as he wordlessly offered to take her hand to observe the severity of the laceration. ❝ And Flynn, is he okay? ❞ He soon enquired, glancing up to see the youngster disgruntled and stupefied but otherwise unharmed. That was a relief — it was one thing putting Bellamy in harm's way, but Flynn? Green would not have forgiven himself if he had kept quiet for long enough to see Donovan cause Flynn distress.

Green slowly lifted his gaze to look over towards Bellamy once more, just about managing to convince himself that this was not the right time to be led by the undeniable feelings that he had for them. This was more than simply being guided by emotion, and more about protecting the district from the monster that was Donovan. If he was the one to have put Bellamy in this position, then Green had to do all that it took to make sure Donovan left Northstar for good.

After all, he so badly wanted to protect Bellamy and Flynn from the world because he knew all too well how bad it could be.
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