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Character Creation / BEEN ON MY MIND SINCE THE FLOOD [ hank ]
« on: Yesterday at 12:57:57 AM »
FULL NAME & ORIGIN: hank bell ; hank, old english, short for hankin, which is another name for john. ; bell, unknown origin, meaning bell ringer
NICKNAME: " han "
- DO THEY LIKE THE NAME?: he hates nicknames in general and prefers if you call him by his first name only.

BIRTH DATE: unknown date of birth
AGE: 27
PLACE OF BIRTH: frankfort, kentucky

RELIGION: formerly mormon, currently atheist
- DEGREE OF RELIGIOUS PRACTICE: was raised strictly mormon, but now he doesn't really believe in religion anymore.

SEXUALITY & MARITAL STATUS: bisexual male leaning; single.
- ROMANTIC LEVEL?: not emotionally stable enough for a steady relationship, and he isn't actively looking.

Character Creation / IINIWA // the stars don't align anymore
« on: November 19, 2019, 03:07:29 AM »
General — biograhpy
▪ Iiniwa | inny, 'niwa | no aliases
▪ male | cisgender | masc pronouns
▪ 32 years | unknown, sometime in 2006 | ages realistically
▪ member of the badlands | former leader of an unnamed gang

Physical — reference
♦ native american ( Niitsitapi ) | Health: 98%
minor injuries: minor cuts and bruises ( healing, quick progression )
major injuries: n/a

Important Info — roleplayer
▪ This is a place for you to put any important or pertinent information about your character that didn't fit anywhere else in their tags
▪ Have as many fields as you need to get everything in here
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions

Personality — personality type (or alignment)
— iiniwa is the exact opposite of 'all bark, no bite'. he's not afraid to get down and dirty with someone he doesn't like. he's incredibly protective of his little rag-tag group of outlaws, and would not hesitate to blow off someone's head to protect one of his own. he tends to hold a grudge, and its best not to get on his bad side. despite his violence and protectiveness, if he likes you enough, he's a very loving and.. sorta friendly guy. he doesn't tolerate any bullshit, obviously, but he protects his gang and makes sure they all stay safe. he's not really one to party, but if theres something worth celebrating, he'll pour out a drink or take a sip, but otherwise he would sit back and relax, watch the others have fun.
— cunning, fiercely loyal, protective, unforgiving, quick-witted, smart, caring

Relationships — heartchart
▪ son of Mingan and Nuna, eldest son
▪ bisexual | demiromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | Crushing on __ | Maybe Crushing on __
▪ ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅙ ⅐ ⅛ ⅑ ⅒ Ship/Group/Squad

Interaction — plotting thread
— Physically hard | Mentally depends
— hasextensive hand to hand and melee training, not the best with long distance but knows generally how to use a gun
— uses a broken tomahawk and a shotgun
— peaceful actions may be powerplayed but reactions may not be ideal.
— To attack, please @/cosmyn , not the subaccount, and bold the attack. if this isn't done, it is possible your post will be missed!

OOC Discussion / stepping down!
« on: November 17, 2019, 08:16:46 PM »
so, i already said in the discord but heres the official stepping down thread <3 i just cant handle mitch atm and need to focus on grades, etc, so i need to step down and drop him. ill still be around <3

Los Santos / NOTICE
« on: November 08, 2019, 04:12:52 PM »
alright everyone! i won’t be making a. meeting until monday as i had a trip sprung on me very last minute last night! i should be back by later sunday!
byrne is also taking a break for personal IRL reasons! if i’m needed, please @ me! c:

Character Creation / ✵ JOHN “ GODZILLA “ YEARLY ✵
« on: November 05, 2019, 04:30:38 PM »
wip wip

Los Santos / IM NOT PERFECT, IM FLAWED [ meeting 10/27 ]
« on: October 26, 2019, 11:39:21 PM »
mitch had never been the one to hold the meetings- not even before the power outage. it had always been selena's father, or selena, so on and so forth. he as a leader now, though, a boss that had to get things done and selena had asked him to gather everyone up. so thats why he was in the hotel, holding a cup of coffee with mitsy laying at his feet, panting softly.

"alright everyone, meeting time. gather 'round. it'll be quick!"


Character Creation / KAI CHOI || we know the way !
« on: October 25, 2019, 01:50:06 AM »
FULL NAME & ORIGIN: Kai Choi / Kai is hawaiian for "sea" / Choi is korean for "high, lofty, towering"
NICKNAME: doesn't really have nicknames, unless you count "momma"
DO THEY LIKE THE NAME?: depends on how its said. if it's said in a flirty way, she will punch you, but if its innocent, she doesn't mind in the slightest.

BIRTH DATE: may 4th
AGE: 25

RELIGION: agnostic atheist
DEGREE OF RELIGIOUS PRACTICE: she doesn't practice religion at all,

SEXUALITY & MARITAL STATUS: bisexual homoromantic; single.

✭ she is 7 months pregnant with her first child [ unborn, unknown sex / gender ]

Northstar District / FIGHT SONG / o, death
« on: October 21, 2019, 12:32:46 AM »
a normal day went just as any normal day did- puck woke up, he gave bumbs a new flower, had some breakfast himself, and then he got to mischief making. however, today wasn't exactly normal. he had woken up on greenie's couch again, grabbed his stuff, got a flower from the yard, and sat on the floor near the coffee table. bumbs was still curled up in the previous day's flower, seemingly sleeping. he had gently taken the flower, and usually when puck moved bumbs, he would spring back to life and buzz around the new flower, but that hadn't happening. bumbs stayed still, curled with its little legs pulled into its body.

puck scowled, setting bumbs on the new flower and gently tapping the little bumble bee's rear. "c'mon, bumbs, we don' got all day." the teenager stated. the bee stayed perfectly still, no movement besides the boy tapping on its abdomen. not even a lazy little buzz. puck only shrugged and set the flower in bumb's cage, along with bumb, closing it and just watching the cage.

he must've sat there for hours before he finally began to realise what had happened. bumbs had reached the end of his life span. he had made it well past that month they were meant to survive, almost two months, in fact! the bee was very old, and puck knew that this would happen eventually.. but it didn't hurt any less. he sniffed softly, taking the cage and moving outside. he looked to the tree that he usually sat in when the house began to feel too stuffy, moving to sit at its base and dig at the soft soil. he was glad it had rained the day before or this task may be impossible. he took the little bumble bee off the flower, setting it gingerly in the hole and beginning to cover it. he took a stone around the size of his hand and set it over the little grave. the stone was flat enough, he thought, to set the cage on, so he closed the cage again and set it on the stone, not disturbing the flower that sat inside.

now, he just sat there, staring down at the little grave with tearful eyes. oh the adventures the two had shared together, and oh how much this goodbye hurt.

"bye, bumbs."

did i scare yall + open to replies!

Character Creation / ANNALISE MILES MONTOIYA / bio + tags
« on: October 18, 2019, 01:26:52 AM »
i'll cut my hair to make you stair !!
annalise miles / 18 years / ex of jaque / flintlock
if i survive the night ill see you tomorrow
filed under: visage
filed under: biography

name. Annalise Miles Montoiya
   -- first name
   -- last name
birth sex. DFAB / female
   -- cisgender
   -- feminine pronouns
   -- she / her / hers
birthdate. november 28
   -- saggitarius ( sun ), taurus ( moon ), cancer ( ascendant )
   -- pig ( chinese new year )
   -- 19 years old
group. flintlock
   -- member
   -- formerly part of a " new age " cult

sexual orientation. homosexual
romantic orientation. biromantic
   -- " married " to jaque montoiya ( separated )
   -- closeted




traits ;
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   -- trait
   -- trait
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habits. pulling the fur off of her cloak, pulling out little strands of hair ( done less ), scratching her bad arm


   -- major ptsd ( see below )
   -- has very little use of her left arm thanks to a ruined tendon in her left shoulder from being shot


   -- tw, not in order of occurance ; attempted murder, child death, sacrifice, violence

at the age of 12, she was forced into a relation ship with jaque montoiya. they married at 16 (jaque was 15) and had a child at 17 (jaque was 16) that tragically died after only a week. her husband, after finding out she would be a sacrifice, decided giving her a quick death would be better then her suffering, so he shot her- but he missed in the darkness and hit her shoulder. he was too out of it to register her screams, and he went on to kill his father with a kitchen knife before leaving her. after being injured, she was seen unfit to be a sacrifice and was throne out. with no proper medical care, her wound became infected, but she soon met someone who helped her, resulting in her surviving and then having a child together. after he died, she began to travel, eventually finding flintlock.

   -- michael montoiya / deceased child
   -- henri montoiya / living child, one year old

Helping Hub / yall take this survey pls!
« on: October 18, 2019, 12:32:32 AM »
so we need this survey on los santos to be filled out by as many people as possible to actually get some results! so if you guys could take it, thatd be great <3

« on: October 17, 2019, 05:04:45 PM »
remember that all of these are in character!! none of the opinions are my own. oh, and don't forget to hover over the hearts to see what they mean for y/c.

Spoiler: GUIDE • show
they absolutely hate you for one reason or another
they dislike you and would prefer to not be in your company.
unsure of / have not met / miss
they fears you for one reason or another
they are jealous or envious of you
they considers you to be an acquaintance, as they don't know you or haven't seen you enough to be a friend
they are only just getting to know you, so they can't formulate a set opinion
they think of you as a friend, and they enjoy your company
you are either a close or good friend
as a best friend, that means you've had some sort of history with them and they can tell you absolutely anything
they like you, but don't know you too well / neutral
you've earned his respect
they trust you with their life
soft spot / fond of you
small crush
medium crush
large crush
they care a lot about you, and feel protective of you
they love you platonically
they love you romantically

i don’t like him well.. i do like him in the sense that i’d be sad if he were to die, and that i think he’s kind of handsome. ok. maybe he’s grown on me a little! i’ll admit it, i do kind of like him, but i don’t like him. i think. you know what? let’s just leave it at if he says ‘i implore you’ i wouldn’t castrate him. just punch him so hard that he swallows his own teeth. ok. maybe i’ll just back hand him. i’m not one to physically harm someone.. i’m a doctor, that’s not my job.

"roman? thats the suspicious guy, right? the one that disappeared during the fire? i don't know how i feel. i don't think brock likes him much, but i also don't trust brocks judgement.. im sure ill get to know him at some point, but for now he's a stranger. i don't like him, kind of dislike him because i don't like people until i get to know them."

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Bluestem Prairie / ITS A COLD AND ITS A BROKEN HALLELUJAH / open, injury
« on: October 16, 2019, 04:16:48 AM »
tw ; needles, stabbing, blood

the nights were getting colder now that winter was just around the corner, which meant that she had to work twice as hard. why? cold meant sickness, and sickness meant more work for the woman who already worked day and night to make sure everyone was healthy and not dying.. but even then, she still needed to sleep. she had just made sure silas was set up for the night with extra blankets and a someone to monitor him, pain medications if he needed it, extra IV bags just in case.. she was was exhausted, could hardly keep her eyes open as she walked back to the saloon where she had set up a room in, just somewhere to sleep when she wasn't working.

as she walked along the road to the saloon, her arm was grabbed, causing her to spin around to face an older man who was already grey, a look of pure hatred in his steel-grey eyes. the man was wearing a similar uniform to hers, but his was covered in dirt, and he still had his name pin.

"Doctor Kim, i thought-" she began, her free hand already in her pocket as his grip on her arm began to cut off circulation. she knew he was pissed, he had seen her lock the bunker doors, and she had watched it collapse and kill everyone inside- or so she thought, at the very least.

"you thought i was dead?" the man croaked, and lhamo slowly nodded, eyes trailing down to night that shone in the setting sunlight. her eyelashes fluttered anxiously as her gaze returned to the man, showing no real emotion- she hoped. yes, of course she had thought he was dead. she hoped he was dead, fearing the consequences of what may happen if he did live-

and those consequences were staring her right in the face, a scalpel in hand that was now pressed to the side of her stomach. she had to stay calm, make sure that when she sedated him that she hit a vein or an artery, something, because this was going to happen either way.

one swift motion from the both of them, a needle lodged into the man's neck with what could only be Midazolam, one of her more thumbs pressing down on the plunger, while the man plunged the scalpel into the right side of her stomach. the scalpel was at least short, and small, but him tearing it downwards from the shock of the needle going into his neck wasn't pleasant.

lhamo shoved him back so hard that she somehow broke one of her short heels- they were quite skinny, so it wasn't unthinkable for them to break- causing her to tumble back and fall right on her back with a pain groan. the man was so skinny and frail that the midazolam took a minute and a half to kick in, which gave her just enough time to crawl a good distance away from the man, who had been struggling to get the needle from his neck before slowly falling unconscious.

she leaned against the wall of a nearby house, a hand pressed hard over the wound that was now gushing blood, staining her nice coat and- that shouldn't be her main focus. "fuck, fuck.." she breathed, pulling her shaking hand away from the wound to find that it, too, was coated in blood. quickly putting it back over the wound, she struggled to keep tears from her eyes. this was how she was going to die, she was convinced of that.. however. the wound wasn't more then two inches deep, and the scalpel hadn't hit any organs or even an artery. that much was obvious, as the blood wasn't bright red.

she still needed help, however, and she didn't know who else to call for other then-

"brock! fuck, fuck.. brock!"

Character Creation / JAQUE " DARLING " MONTOIYA
« on: October 16, 2019, 02:12:35 AM »
his hairs a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet !!
Often I am upset That I cannot fall in love - But I guess This avoids the stress of falling out of it. Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now But I swear When i'm ready I will fly us out of here. I'll cut my hair To make you stare. I'll hide my chest And i'll figure out a way to get us out of here. Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now in this place. There's too many colors, Enough to drive all of us insane. Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head But i don't wanna fall asleep just yet. My eyes went dark, I don't know where My pupils are. But i'll figure out a way to get us out of here. Get a load of this monster, He doesn't know how to communicate, His mind is in a different place, Will everybody please give him a little bit of space, Get a load of this trainwreck. His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know the stars welcome him with open arms. Oh, Time is Slowly Tracing his face But strangely he feels at home in this place.
jaque montoiya / masc. / 18 years / badlands
ghost and ghouls wrapping my head .
filed under: visage
filed under: biography

name. Jaque "darling" Montoiya
   -- Jaque / language ; english / meaning ; derived from jackin, medieval diminutive of john, " to be gracious "
   -- Montoiya / language ; spanish / meaning ; " horse pasture in the mornings "
birth sex. DMAB / male
   -- cisgender
   -- masculine pronouns
   -- he / him / his
birthdate. april 21st
   -- taurus ( sun ), aries ( moon ), pisces ( ascendant )
   -- rat ( chinese new year )
   -- 18 years old
group. badlands
   -- member
   -- formerly part of a " new age " cult

sexual orientation. homosexual
romantic orientation. biromantic
   -- single
   -- closeted




traits ;
   -- easy to aggrivate / anger
   -- constantly suspicious of anyone and everyone
   -- withdrawn ; isolated
   -- self conscious about limp
   -- generally very silent, doesn't speak often
habits. chewing his lips, biting his nails, popping his knuckles, grinding his teeth


   -- paranoid personality disorder
   -- mild ptsd ( ? )
   -- general anxiety
   -- permanent limp ; caused by a torn achilles tendon that was never properly treated.


   -- tw, not in order of occurance ; murder, abuse of multiple forms, homophobia, sexism, child death, sacrifice, violence

jaque grew up in an odd, frightening " new age " cult that worshipped a very strange got from a religion lost to time. his father was the leader of said cult, and always pushed him to be some " perfect " version of himself- or a perfect vision of him that his father seemed to believe would take over the cult one day. this cult held very conservative views, believing that homosexuality was wrong, that women weren't equal to men, etc. by age 12 he was forced into a relationship with a girl in the cult, who he later had a child with at age 17- however, this child didn't survive more then a week.

while he loved the girl he was forced into a relationship with, his father was slowly driving him over the edge. he was told he was worthless, a waste of air, that he would never be good enough. what finally pushed him over the edge was finding out that the girl would be sacrificed to their " god ". the night before the sacrifice, he sort of " snapped " in the way that he simply couldn't handle things anymore. he murdered his girlfriend in her, thinking it would be a better end then a slow and painful sacrifice, and brutally murdered his father buy stabbing him twenty times in the chest.

now, at age 18, he lives with the guilt of his actions and with the paranoia that the cult will hunt him down and sacrifice him to make up for their lost sacrifice.

Character Creation / DR. LHAMO BLUM / bio and tags
« on: September 26, 2019, 01:28:27 AM »
FULL NAME & ORIGIN: Lhamo " dr. blum / dessy " Blum.
☾ Lhamo is a tibetan name meaning " goddess "
☾ Blum is a german name meaning " flower "
NICKNAME: Dr. Blum, Dessy
DO THEY LIKE THE NAME?: she doesn't care what name you call her by, though she prefers dr. blum or dessy if you're her friend. it is suggested that you don't try and make new nicknames for her.

BIRTH DATE: october 15th, 1992
PLACE OF BIRTH: pheonix, arizona

RELIGION: agnostic atheist
DEGREE OF RELIGIOUS PRACTICE: she was raised a catholic christian, but as she got older she began to question religion and began to focus more on science and what we definitely knew.

SEXUALITY & MARITAL STATUS: bisexual; widow / single.
ROMANTIC INVOLVEMENT: single, currently and not really actively looking, but she's open. [ trigger: death by cancer ] she was married to a man named henry, however he died of cancer five years after their marriage.
NICKNAMES OR PET NAMES FOR THEIR PARTNER: " darling ", " རིན་ཐང་ཆེན་པོ་ " ( rin-thang-chen-po ) meaning precious in tibetan.
HOW THEY MET: they met in a library while lhamo was studying to be a intensive care specialist and he was studying to be a lawyer.

CHILDREN: [ trigger warning: multiple miscarriages / stillborn children ]
unnamed child: unknown sex, deceased, 2nd trimester miscarriage
bethany blum: female, deceased, stillborn
unnamed child: unknown sex, deceased, 2nd trimester miscarriage
jalus blum: male, alive, whereabouts unknown

OOC Discussion / [ the journal of sentinel "tinny" rodgers ]
« on: September 23, 2019, 02:24:19 AM »
welcome to tinny's journal! i thought this might be fun to do, feel free to track, react, etc, just don't flood!

- journal entry 1, september 11th 2038
- journal entry 2, date

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