Introduction
"[size=150]Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."
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PLAY WITH YOUR DOLLS ──────────────────
"Man there's a star,
bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees,
burn a man to his knees "
outfit; x
bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees,
burn a man to his knees "
outfit; x
I REMEMBER MY FIRST LOVE ──────────────────[font=times new roman]xxxxxx
Bambi Elywn rises from her bed at seven o' clock in the morning, her dormitory soundless and egg-shell walls thick with silence, she tip-toes towards the corner of the room.
The corner of the room holds a miniature civilisation- however, the metropolis slumbers. Bambi takes a skeletal hand, glides it over the edge of the city with the weightlessness found only in those with the blood filled with souls of the damned.
"Hac die nocte et hora, obsecro sacra. Vivent omnia in loco vitam omni in hoc loco. Et ambulabunt loquere & eam, oculos habent sicut accipite. Da mihi virtutem accendere ejicio da & eaque beatitudinis. Unde ex hac nox & in hac die, et vivetis sacra"
Slowly, the residents awake from summer hibernation. The power grid, expertly crafted by a child of Hephaestus, whirrs to life, lights flicking on one at a time
- offices and skyscrapers and streetlights, illuminating the streets in a spectrum of neon insomnia. Miniature cars, each hand painted and insanely detailed begin to rev their engines, small explosions of smoke sputtering from exhaust pipes. The girl's mouth curls in a toothless smile, her laughter almost deranged.
"Missed you."
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She turns the corridors with precision, wedge shoes making a soft scuffing sound on the ground, the only other noise except from the faint music that could be heard from her broken headphones. She doesn't know exactly where she's headed before the ceremony starts, but she's avoiding the spider-web cracks on the floor with relative ease. Hop-scotching along the hallway, rock blares in her ears in your everyday oxymoron of the girl wearing bows and listening to people sing about death. One moment she's spinning, sailing, falling through the air like a brick, and the next she's jolting awake when the music stops abruptly.
"Hey!" A stocky built boy is lying on the floor, tangled in the cable. Green eyes (rare, 16% of the world population), olive skin (Mediterranean, Spanish), brown hair (34% of the population) ... Freshman. He flips her off with his eyes, brow furrowed as he flails around the floor.
"Sorry." She says, nonchalant. Apathetically, she tugs the cable from under him.
"You're that girl! The weird one! Someone told me about you." She narrows her eyes.
"In this current predicament, my... friend, you seem to be the weird one" She states, staring him down "[color]Although I suppose that is my reputation[/color]" She clicks her tongue on the back of her teeth and shakes her head lightly, eyes hardened and fingertips grazing the hem of her denim jacket.
"Your mom was a serial killer. That's so fucked. Probably why you're weird, right? I'm Brooks. Brooks [size=20]
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Mostly empty- except from a few of the more timely students, Levi lies backward on his chair, resting his head on the seat below. His mind is taking him through the endless expanses of earth- through impossibilities and through geothermal conditions unable to be survived by a mere human. He floats over cities, their glittering veins of light dazzling so high. He floats above the atmosphere, to the celestial playground of the stars and through the infinite universe...
"Briar..." He folds his arms under his head, "Sometimes I look at the night sky, and I know I want to be there... it sounds idiotic..."
He sighs, picking his phone from his pocket and running through his contacts.
To: Lunaaa
Missed you, sis! Can I see u after the ceremony??? Need 2 talk.
To: Mandy
Ciao Bella ;), where are you??? Btw, I've got 'the notebook' with me <3 Friday night plans?
To: Cici
Even the finest vineyards in Italy couldn't produce wine as good as yours :) missed you babe!!!
To: Bee + Altair
Haven't seen you in ages :( Ttyl guys :) Meteor shower soon!!! Any plans?
To: Valentine (Fiocco do Neve)
Fiocco di Neve :) You are okay??? The ceremony is starting soon. I made cookies if you want something unhealthy 2 go with breakfast!
Occasionally, Levi may forget a rule of English grammar, but he's certain that most people understand what he's trying to say. As such, it isn't really a problem for him. His understanding of texting is rather childish, and so the way he texts does reflect that in some respects, including the multiple consecutive uses of punctuation.
"Hey, Lois Lane![/red]"
He sees a flash of a certain blonde, a laugh escapes his lips and he smiles from the corner of his mouth.
"[color=slategrey]Does that mean you are Spiderman?"
He cocks an eyebrow but subsequently bursts into lyrical laughter. Bambi walks over and sticks her head over his, alarmingly close, Levi's eyes dilate in horror. She's actually going to?. Instead, she brings a short finger to his nose and touches it lightly.
"Boop."
She then jumps over Levi, parkour style, and slots herself in a seat. Levi brought out the playful side in Bambi, and after that encounter- she definitely needed a boost. She acknowledges the Förstner girl with an head nod, not quite recognising the face but smiling rather absentmindedly.[/size]
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"Man there's a star,
bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees,
burn a man to his knees "
outfit; x
bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees,
burn a man to his knees "
outfit; x
I REMEMBER MY FIRST LOVE ──────────────────
YESTERDAY MORNING.
This is his home.
Everything is perfect and clean and nothing is broken. Curled upon the couch under a sea of blankets, life seemed gentler. And In a velveteen world, it’s almost an escape from reality. Levi Schultz had been awake for the past two hours, surrounded by warmth of every caliber and watching cartoons on the room's single television. He sipped camomile tea and watched the steam coil around his mouth and spiral into his lungs as he blew on to the surface, sending tidal waves of boiling liquid to his face and making him throw his head back abruptly in momentary pain. He writhed himself free from his blanket-home, placing the tea carefully on the coffee table and wiping himself with a tissue. The nostalgia was warming his soul in waves as he watched Tom chase Jerry in a hundred billion million different ways. He could almost feel his step-mother's warm touch, his sister's laugh, the smell of the bakery...
"Stupido gatto, non otterrete mai Jerry!" He giggled lyrically to himself, not noticing the exact lingustics of his speech, not caring. It's the hours a lunatic such as him would be watching cartoons aimed at children, it's just half past seven and his morning ritual of incessant cleaning was all but done, so he decided the first day of his senior year was cause for- childish, yes- celebration. Of the Hanna Barbera kind.
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THIS MORNING.
London bridge is falling down. Footsteps fall, a constant heartbeat breaking the silence of the morning. Levi is racing the sunrise. A million child-like voices ring in his ears, a haunting melody. The children from his little home-town, all together, calling out in a song they do not understand. None of them ask 'what is London?' they simply sing. London bridge is falling down. Naivety concealed within the words they blindly call. They are defiant, honestly, carelessly opposing the life they have known. Forever isn't so long when you're small.
He spent his time tracing the ground with a single fingertip, drawing words- words he doesn't even conciously care about, drawing love-hearts, drawing his own name over and over and over again, his legs crossing and uncrossing in an attempt to be comfortable without touching the damp grass, laced with dewdrops that reflected prismatic against his hands. He sees things in the landscape- a patch of bluebells, swaying in the breeze, a bird in the distance- it's song shrill and tuneless, an archway covered with ivy- and he thinks of people, friends or otherwise. He has countless memories in these gardens, made friends, lost friends, laughter- and often he'll pass by a spot where he remembers his freshman year- the so-called "brutto anno".
He gets up to walk, tired of the bird-song silence and the wind raking through his hair, and he decides to find someone to talk to.
The ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as Levi Schultz ventures nearer to the school, the courtyard. He aches to call out to friends, but there is something about the way the wind is whispering softly against his ear that keeps him from doing so. A long time ago, he used to worry that nobody truly wanted him. When they passed him on the stairs, he would ask his self if inside their heads they were wishing he had never arrived. Of course he had mostly grown out of silly talk, but the voice in his head repeats "what if? what if? what if? what if?"
"Breath Levi, breath deep" that what Mama used to say, "If you get a little bit anxious just focus on the things your lungs do" He closed his eyes, breathing softly, the sound of air rushing in to his mouth was audible but he didn't particularly mind. "Silly talk, Levi, silly talk. Your friends like you. If they didn't, they would talk to you." Is what Mama said when you were six, her voice lilting as she stroked your hair and whispered goodnight. Every night you'd sing yourself lullabies and nothing could hurt you, not even monsters under the bed and inside the cupboard. Not even the monsters inside your head. The courtyard is sparse- each student talking in their own clique of which Levi was not a part of. He magnetizes to the bulletin board, footsteps rythmnic against the ground- his eyes scanning for any information.
"All students report to the Dining Hall at 9:30th for the introductory ceremony. This year we'll be having a special guest speaking at the ceremony, so please attend and be timely about it."
The special guest part was midly intruging for the boy to spend a few minutes pondering the outcomes, or identity of this mysterious 'guest'. However, he settles into a bench near a wall and slides his hand over his phone.
TO: Briar
FROM: Levi
Hey meet me in the courtyard when you get here... Also, mysterious 'guest' at the ceremony! The suspense is killing me ;)
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- Dorian Grigore|
- Rei Inaba|
- Jensen Adler|
- Belladonna Moretti|
- Serafina Lamen|
- Sourav Park|
- Thea Michel-Girard|
- Aiden Terrian|
- Sebastian Addams|
- Aurei Lupei|
- Isabella Sophia Grace|
- Haylie Trevers|
- Venice Faust|
- Phoebe Lane|
- Theodore Fawkes|
- Mystique Velver|
- Dorian Baines|
- Anais Savall|
- Nessa Zoe Solberg|
- Altair D'Cruz|
- Link|
- Isra Tennyson|
- Briar Forstner|
- Juliette M. Kingsley|
- Aiden W. Stuart|
- Cecilia Keelan|
- Valentine Mcallister|
- Amanda Cartwright|
- Colin MacCormack|
- Arthos Thror|
- Jessica Park|
- Leona Whitlock|
- Lucca D'Antonio|
- Tessa White|
- Douglas "Morse" Kearney|
- Dylan Ramirez|
- Galen Harris|
- Levi Schultz|
- Bambi Elwyn-Fukui|
- Luna Nyeong|
- Alex Rawsthorn|
- Erin Bailer|
- Headmaster Dawes|
- Claire Atwood|
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Hello stranger/non-stranger(?) I am Pluto {AKA- Lo, my name for all of you who do not know me} and I am the GM for this lil' roleplay right here. From now on, nothing will be professional. You have been warned, prepare for general chaos + bad SnK inside jokes. Well, half of them won't be that bad (winkwinknodnod) Anyway, I am Lo, I'm in the GMT timezone and I really like tea.
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[b]ＣＨＯＳＥＮ ＦＡＣＥＣＬＡＩＭ[/b]
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Hello stranger/non-stranger(?) I am Pluto {AKA- Lo, my name for all of you who do not know me} and I am the GM for this lil' roleplay right here. From now on, nothing will be professional. You have been warned, prepare for general chaos + bad SnK inside jokes. Well, half of them won't be that bad (winkwinknodnod) Anyway, I am Lo, I'm in the GMT timezone and I really like tea.
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Reserve below please! I'd love if you could fill out this little template; I promise, it will not take more than a couple of minutes.
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(answerhere)
[b]ＣＨＯＳＥＮ ＦＡＣＥＣＬＡＩＭ[/b]
(answerhere, gif if wanted | temporary)
[b]ＰＡＳＳＣＯＤＥ[/B]
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Reservations last a couple days, I will then PM you and if there is no reply the role will be reopened. I don't operate on a first-come-first-serve basis, as if all the characters are taken you could try for a spot if you really want to.
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Characters should not have oddly coloured hair, eyes or skin, tattoos or anything that would not be found circa the 17-19th century. Faceclaims should not be over-popular or a distinctive anime style
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
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Now, not everything has to be one hundred percent accurate, but I'd like if everything that can be is accurate the highest extent. Firstly, names. Some examples of names that aren't okay are;
Sakura || A Japanese name. Mikasa is the only [known] Asian descendant still alive, none of the characters should have Japanese names.
Kaitlyn || A modern name, SnK takes place in an AU around the 19th century.
Try and make your characters have Auld European names. As you may have noticed, a lot of SnK canon characters have German, French, English, Czech or Scandinavian names. Any enthicity in Europe is completely acceptable- I may also accept North Africa, Russia or even the Middle East.
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I will be accepting characters based on a few things; one of them being, the way the sheet looks. Call me conceited, but im just an aesthetically inclined person. I need everything juuust right. So jazz up the sheet like it's the Oscars or something guys~ I expect a lot because I've seen the masterpieces that people create on this site~ (｡◕ ‿ ◕｡)
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ARC I ;
For you, 2000 years in the future :; The 104th trainee squad are kids, explore history in this arc, delve into the past.. fall of Wall Maria, ensue genocide and carnage. | The Special Forces are kids at the very beginning, show how they met eachother, got into Survey Corps.
ARC II ;
One by One :; The 104th trainee squad enroll in this arc, they meet eachother and begin to understand what it is to be a soldier | The Special Forces are on a mission, chaos and carnage ensues.
ARC III ;
First Battle :; Unexpectedly, Trost District meets it's maker. It's up to the new graduates to "save the day" so to speak | The Special Forces are not in the Trost District Battle, but they appear when a mysterious person shows some odd powers.
ARC IV ;
Can't See :; The 104th Trainee squad
ARC V ;
TBC ... from now on.
ＭＡＳＣＯＴ !
Our patron character and mascot is the radiant Hanji/Hange Zoe (bless) When Hanji (bless) is referred to, a simple bless in parentheses is needed. Marco Bodt (freckles) is the secondary mascot/patron character of canonical persuasion. When he is mentioned a simple freckles in parentheses is needed. To show that you have read this, please say a little bit about you where it says 'passcode'. Let's be friends, guys!
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SnK can be quite sad sometimes, so lets have fun. Be as silly as you want in the OOC, I love seeing people having conversations in the OOC and I love seeing people being silly and making jokes! I also like it when people are really excited about a roleplay- there will be lots of plot twists and character development in this roleplay- different from both the anime and manga.
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