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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 573  |
Posted: Sat, 15/06/2024 14:23 (5 Months ago) |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Fri, 14/06/2024 15:03 (5 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 09/06/2024 22:24 (5 Months ago) |
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❀ Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol "If I just lay here | Would you lie with me and just forget the world?" ❀ Clarity - Zedd (ft. Foxes) "If our love is tragedy | Why are you my remedy?" ❀ Dandelions - Ruth B. "And I see forever in your eyes | I feel okay when I see you smile, smile" ❀ Enchanted - Taylor Swift "I'll spend forever wondering if you knew | I was enchanted to meet you" ❀ Even Though I'm Leaving - Luke Combs "Daddy, please don't go, I can't do this on my own | There's no way that I can walk this road alone" ❀ Hot Mess - Zoe Clark "I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one | But if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one" ❀ Hurricane - Luke Combs "Then you rolled in with your hair in the wind, baby without warning | I was doing alright but just your sight had my heart storming" ❀ I Really Wish I Hated You - blink-182 "Save me from myself, the way you used to | 'Cause I don't really like myself without you" ❀ I’m a Mess - Avril Lavigne (ft. YUNGBLUD) "It hasn't been the same since that night | I wish I said I loved you just one more time" ❀ Love Story - Indila "Prends ma main | Promets-moi que tout ira bien" ❀ Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter "Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense | Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in" ❀ Numb Little Bug - Em Beihold "Do you ever get a little bit tired of life | Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die" ❀ Rain On Me - Lady Gaga & Ariana Grande "I can feel it on my skin (It's coming down on me) | Teardrops on my face (Water like misery)" ❀ Stargazing - Myles Smith "Take my heart, don't break it | Love me to my bones" ❀ Strawberries and Cigarettes - Troye Sivan "Long nights, daydreams | Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool" ❀ Take Me To Church - Hozier "I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife" ❀ Things I'll Never Say - Avril Lavigne "'Cause I'm feeling nervous | Trying to be so perfect" ❀ Torn - Natalie Imbruglia "I'm wide awake and I can see | The perfect sky is torn" ❀ World’s Smallest Violin - AJR "Next to them, my ... don't feel so grand | But I can't help myself from feeling bad" [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 03/06/2024 12:25 (5 Months ago) |
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━━━━━━━━━━━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━━━━━━━━━━━ Estella Blake Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧₊⁺ Word Association ⁺₊✧ lazy wip c': 
An Animal || Domestic Silk Moth “Silk moths can’t fly. It’s been bred out of them for five thousand years. The adults are only needed to make more worms. Most aren’t meant to live long enough to break the chrysalis; flight’s an unnecessary trait.” — Genevieve Valentine Bombyx mori, commonly referred to as the domestic silk moth, is a type of moth that falls under the Bombycidae family. It shares a close kinship with Bombyx mandarina, the wild silk moth. Silkworms are the caterpillars of silk moths, and they hold great economic value as the primary producers of silk. Compared to their wild counterparts, the domestic silk moths possess larger cocoons, bodies, and a faster growth rate. They have also developed an increased tolerance towards human interaction and living in crowded environments. These moths are unable to fly, so their male counterparts require assistance from humans to find a mate. Due to their captive lifestyle, the domestic silk moths have lost their natural pigmentation and appear leucistic: camouflage is no longer needed. These significant changes have rendered Bombyx mori entirely reliant on humans for survival and have ceased to exist in the wild. ❀ Dependency || ❀ Transformation and Rebirth || ❀ Sacrifice ❀ Mourning || ❀ Seeker of Protection A Flower || Ivy “When the ivy has found its tower, when the delicate creeper has found its strong wall, we know how the parasite plants grow and prosper.” — Anthony Trollope Hedera helix, the common ivy, is a species of flowering plant in the family Araliaceae. It is native to most of Europe and parts of western Asia. Ivy is a clinging evergreen vine that grows on tree trunks, walls, and fences in gardens, waste spaces, and wild habitats. It is popular as an ornamental plant, but escaped plants have become naturalised outside its native range. However, ivy can be problematic. It is a fast-growing, self-clinging climber that is capable of causing damage to brickwork, guttering, etc., and hiding potentially serious structural faults, as well as harbouring unwelcome pests. Ivy is closely associated with the Greek god Dionysus, often depicted in literature and art as being wreathed in ivy. He used ivy to ensnare women in mystical awe and delirium whenever they refused to worship him. Once they were caught under his spell, these women went to the mountains, where they joined the Maenads, Dionysus’ female followers. ❀ Clinging Fidelity || ❀ Eternity || ❀ Devotion ❀ Remembrance || ❀ Affectionate Attachments A Colour || Ivory “My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.” — George R. R. Martin An off-white color named after, and derived from, the material made from the tusks and teeth of certain animals. As a neutral, ivory is a calming colour. It carries some of the same pureness, softness, and cleanliness of white but is slightly richer and a touch warmer. To some, however, ivory is seen as a symbol of tainted innocence. Often associated with purity and elegance, in Western culture, it is frequently linked to weddings and similar formal occasions. In Eastern cultures, ivory has been used for centuries in the creation of decorative objects and religious artifacts. ❀ (Tainted) Purity || ❀ Peace || ❀ Surrender ❀ Passing Time || ❀ Slight Warmth A Gemstone || Moonstone “Cloud steamed from its scales – scales of moonstone, so bright they seemed to glow from within. A crust of gem-like droplets glistened on each one. Each eye was a burning star, and each horn was quicksilver, agleam under the pallid moon.” — Samantha Shannon Moonstone is a sodium potassium aluminium silicate of the feldspar group that displays a pearly and opalescent schiller. The name moonstone derives from the stone's characteristic visual effect, called adularescence (schiller), which produces a milky, bluish interior light, which is caused by light diffraction through alternating layers of orthoclase and albite within the stone. Moonstone opens the heart to nurturing qualities as well as assisting in the acceptance of love. It is an excellent crystal for first or new love and is a comforting talisman if love must be kept a secret. It is also believed to be able to reunite loved ones who had parted in anger. Moonstone is one of the best gems for emotional signs and is actually considered a traditional birthstone for Cancers. Connected to the mother moon and the water element, this stone is also full to the brim of Cancerian energy. The meaning of moonstone is also known for being an energy stone that illuminates truth and helps you tap into your intuition. Wearing moonstone can help you to feel nurtured, balanced, and connected to your sense of truth. ❀ Gentle Energy || ❀ Healing || ❀ Calm ❀ Protection || ❀ Yin A Fragrance || White Florals “Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson White flowers are some of the most romantic in perfumery. Examples include lilies, jasmine, ylang ylang, and lily of the valley. When these dominate - they can exist as an ode to a single flower or a bouquet - the fragrance is known as a ‘white floral’. ❀ Feminine || ❀ Sophisticated || ❀ Elegant ❀ Romantic || ❀ Dreaming An Article of Clothing || Veil “Virtue has a veil, vice is a mask.” — Victor Hugo A veil is an article of clothing or hanging cloth that is intended to cover some part of the head or face, or an object of some significance. The practice of veiling is especially associated with women and sacred objects, though in some cultures, it is men, rather than women, who are expected to wear a veil. The veil has a history going back thousands of years, its evolution as religious symbols to fashion statements reflecting the changing currents of society. In ancient Greece, the veil was a sign of respectability and high status. It distinguished women who were protected and women with loose morals. With the rise of the Roman Empire, women wore the veil as a symbol of their marital bond. Even as a part of mourning customs, a veil was commonly seen as a means of shielding the mourner and hiding her grief. Widows in the Victorian era were expected to wear mourning veils for at least three months and up to two and a half years. Veiling continues to play a role in some modern secular contexts, such as wedding customs, used to symbolize modesty before God, obedience, and when the veil is white, chastity, particularly in Western Christian Culture. Veils also serve to hide the bride's face from the groom prior to the wedding, as superstition says that it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony. ❀ Humility || ❀ Illusion || ❀ Pre-enlightenment ❀ Ignorance || ❀ Sheltered A Time of Day || Twilight “If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.” — Khalil Gibran In its most general sense, twilight is the period of time before sunrise and after sunset, in which the atmosphere is partially illuminated by the sun, being neither totally dark or completely lit. ❀ Uncertainty || ❀ Transition || ❀ Hope ❀ Impermanence || ❀ Reflection A Season || Winter “Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.” — Anne Morrough Lindbergh info ❀ Death || ❀ Sorrow || ❀ Silence ❀ Hardships || ❀ Transitions A Place || Paris, France “Fluctuat nec mergitur: [She] is tossed [by the waves], but does not sink.” — The city's motto info ❀ Light || ❀ Love || ❀ Fashion ❀ History || ❀ Intellectualism [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 30/05/2024 01:16 (6 Months ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 14/05/2024 23:35 (6 Months ago) |
 Estella Blake With one more defining twist to the face-framing pieces of her hair, the stylist steps back from the vanity, silently appreciating the final result of their craft in the mirror. It had been a long time since Estella had allowed herself the luxury of having someone else pamper her. Although it had not been much of a relaxing experience, the hands that delicately wandered across her skin and petted her silken ash-blonde waves made her skin crawl. Just this once, however, she’d endure the feeling of vulnerability, only so that she wouldn’t have to stress over doing everything all by herself. After all, it had been her father’s suggestion - insistence, rather - to have one of his stylists from Illusion Studios prepare her for the event this afternoon. The stylist gently offered her a helping hand, guiding her to stand up from the bench so that Estella could see her outfit in its entirety. As she rises, her petite frame is clad in a simple, champagne-colored cotton dress. The flowy skirt drapes over her smooth skin, a slit in the fabric revealing her right leg as she moves, adding a touch of elegance. A beaded waistband cinches around her midriff: an intricate hand-sewn piece that has required many hours alone to create. From her neck hangs a thin rose-gold chain, embellished with a single shimmering diamond charm. Her nails are freshly manicured, sporting classic French tips. And on her feet, she wears ankle-strap heels in the same champagne hue. The overall costume is not too extravagant - pretty lackluster considering her wealth - but carefully chosen to enhance Estella's soft features. "Hold still." The stylist's voice was low and commanding as they spoke, her fingers gently caressing Estella's skin as they tenderly took her hand in theirs. Estella couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as the stylist reached for a small vial and spritzed its contents onto the pulse points of her skin. The sweet scent of vanilla and jasmine immediately filled the air. As she inhaled deeply, she couldn't help but notice the way the stylist's eyes seemed to darken with desire. "There - how do you feel?" "I feel... great," Estella says as she pivots her body back to the vanity mirror, purposely turning away from the predatory gaze, her reflection showing a slight smile gracing her face to support the sincerity in her voice. "Thank you." A lighthearted chuckle sounds from behind her, "I'm glad. Your father has quite the eye for talent, you know. We at Illusion Studios rarely miss the mark." "I'm grateful for the opportunity to be able to work with such talented individuals." There's a brief silence between the two. Estella's fingers anxiously twirled and rearranged a few curls that she decided didn't sit quite to her liking on her head, focusing solely on perfecting her appearance rather than on the pair of eyes boring into her. She could see their unreadable expression in the mirror from the corner of her eye, and not knowing their true thoughts made her uncomfortable. "Miss Blake, please stop fussing, you look fine - stunning, even. I won't keep you any longer, your father is waiting for you." She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before turning to the stylist with a gracious smile. With a quick nod, she thanks them for their work once more. As she turns to leave, her heels click against the flooring, her confident gait a practiced habit. She descends the staircase of her family's opulent home, being meticulous so as not to trip on the light fabric of her gown that trails behind her. At the bottom, her father awaits her, his tailored suit and perfectly knotted tie exuding wealth and authority. He shakes his head in disapproval as he watches his daughter's descent with her usual aloof expression. “Stelle - I didn’t pass my good looks on to you for you to look so miserable,” Callistus jests, prodding at her cheek, prompting Estella to shoot him a sardonic grin, “Lighten up a little. You never have a second chance to make a first impression.” The blonde scoffs, rolling her eyes, “You’re so obnoxious: it’s embarrassing.” “You don’t mean that. But, I suppose that means I can’t get a picture with ma étoile then, either?” “Absolutely not. Now, are we leaving, before you make us late?” [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 01/05/2024 01:58 (6 Months ago) |
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✧₊⁺ ESTELLA BLAKE ⁺₊✧ Twenty Three [23] | Female | She/Her | Acedia ──────────────────── Only minutes away from returning to the House of Illusions, the engine of a metallic black Panamera Turbo purrs as Estella finds herself sitting at a red light. A sports car was likely not going to be someone's first guess if they were to try to imagine the kind of car she owned. She would admit that it had been an impulsive purchase - upon hitting the peak of her rebellious era at the age of eighteen - after falling in love with its sleek design. Besides, what could have possibly been cooler than rocking up to university in an almost $200k car, proudly bought with her own money? It was a symbol of her freedom and independence, also a clear indication of her wealth. Five years later, so many things in her life had since changed, but the car was not one of them. With the assistance of regular maintenance, it remained faithful to her, reliably getting her wherever she needed to be without hassle. Sighing, she leans back into the leather seat, her fingers impatiently dancing across the smooth rim of the steering wheel as she waits for the light to turn green. Estella's mind drifts off into a world of its own as she observes the city dwellers passing by, going about their days. She doesn't register the changeover between the songs playing in the background until she suddenly hears her girlfriend's saccharine voice sound from the speakers and something wet rolls down her cheeks. A quick glance up at the mirror in her sun visor shows the tears collecting at her waterline and her mascara beginning to run down her face in dark inky streaks. Her hand instinctively moves to wipe away the stain; however, the green light in the distance prompts her to stop in her tracks as the cars in front start to move forward. Muttering curses to herself, she steps on the accelerator, finally free to complete the last stretch of her short journey. Entering the House of Illusions' private parking lot, Estella is forever grateful for her decision to tint her car's windows and for the fact that security at the gate never asks her for her ID. The last thing she needed was for everyone to see the pitiful state that a simple song had gotten her into. After pulling into a space, she cuts off the engine and spends a moment sitting in silence with her head resting upon the steering wheel. Once composed, she sits back up, blinking away a minor spell of dizziness. Her eyes then returned to the overhead mirror to inspect the damage that had been done. She grimaces at the sight. With a sharp exhale, Estella begins to rub away at the stains on her skin with her thumb. Although her make-up remained smeared around her eyes, the redness that spread across her cheeks seemed more justifiable than the blackened streaks that had previously been there. It would do for now. Estella reaches for her phone and purse from the passenger seat, where they are often discarded when she travels alone. A faint smile forms on her lips as the notifications of the replies in the group chat pop up on her home screen. She'd revisit them properly when she wasn't in such a rush to freshen up. The car door opens and Estella pivots in her seat, gracefully swinging her legs out first, her heels making contact with the tarmac with a soft 'click'. The rest of her body follows and then - with a little more force than she'd intended - Estella closes the door behind her. Not without forgetting to lock her car, Estella makes her way towards the building, the sway in her modelesque walk being so deeply ingrained that even after ten years into retirement Estella still unconsciously practices it in her day-to-day life. Very rarely does Estella use the main entrance, however. One too many times had she been jumped by the press lurking outside during her first few months into the job, hounding her for an inside scoop or a glimpse of the models. Fortunately, the bouncers at the door tended to be rather attentive and swift in dispersing such cases and had managed to (quite literally) drag Estella inside before she fell into a full panic attack. Since then, Estella had never been seen walking through those doors alone. With an effortless swipe, she uses her keycard to unlock an alternative entrance intended to be used by staff only. Estella breathes a sigh of relief to be greeted by an eerily quiet corridor. Or, so it seemed, as the sound of heels against the marble-tiled floor grew closer. Suddenly, a woman's head pokes out from one of the rooms, greeting her with a friendly smile. "Director, welcome back- oh!" she pouts as her eyebrows knit together in concern, "Is everything okay..? Did something happen at the shoot?" Estella's heart misses a beat at the mention of the shoot, "No! Ah - sorry - I mean, it's nothing, I promise. The shoot went great, actually. While I'd love to stay and chat about it, I have so much to do." Judging by the cynical expression on the woman's face, Estella offered her a brief apology before hastily continuing on her way. How long would it be before she tattled and the "rumors" made their way back to her? If she had to bet, the prying emails were probably already being typed out. But even when it came to her own staff, Estella was careful about what was openly discussed and what was kept confidential. Today's spiral of events would most definitely be considered the latter. After all, it wasn't just the press that enjoyed hearing the latest gossip: information, which could have detrimental consequences for the company if conveyed by the wrong tongue. She is quick to throw herself into one of the elevators, presenting her keycard once more as the doors close behind her. Unlike the models and the rest of the staff, Estella's private quarters were situated on the entire top floor of the House of Illusions, overlooking the lively streets of New York City. The space was particularly breathtaking in the evenings as the open space bathed in the warm, golden hues of the sunset. However, despite its grandeur, it was not for everyone to see. Gaining access to this coveted space required special authorization: something that only Estella herself could grant, and rarely gave. Upon reaching her floor, the elevator doors slide open and Estella is welcomed by the minimalistic style of the main living area, brightly lit by the sunlight dispersing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The place had been this vacant since her father left and she moved in, having never found the time to redecorate; however, she had found herself becoming quite fond of the emptiness, and the lack of unnecessary clutter meant nothing to stress over. Her apartment was always spotless if one could ignore the ever-growing collection of empty high-end liquor bottles - which Estella keeps neatly displayed behind tall glass cabinets. If anyone asks, she'll swear she doesn't have an issue, claiming the bottles are "too expensive to just throw away". With purposeful strides, Estella makes her way to her bedroom, tossing her purse onto her bed as she slips into the chair in front of her vanity. For reasons that she preferred not to disclose to others, Estella never allowed her employed makeup artists or stylists to dress her, insisting that she do it all herself. She ruffles her blonde waves, leaning forward to closer inspect the dark brown roots coming in. Perhaps - if her schedule allowed it - she'd book herself in for a root touch-up. In the meantime, it could wait. Estella reaches over, grabs the packet of makeup removal wipes, and proceeds to gently wipe away the traces of her vulnerability before anyone else could catch a glimpse. 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Posted: Wed, 24/04/2024 01:47 (7 Months ago) |
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✧₊⁺ ESTELLA BLAKE ⁺₊✧ Twenty Three [23] | Female | She/Her | Acedia ──────────────────── “So, what do you think?” The question almost falls on deaf ears, drowned out by the overwhelming sensations around her. A hand slithers over her shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze before its fingers begin to knead tight circles into the flesh just above her collar. However, the unsolicited massage does nothing to relax Estella, only serving as an amplifier for her discomfort: her frame tenses and it feels like her windpipe is being crushed, like a mouse in the constricting clutch of a starving snake. Any closer and they’d practically be able to hear the frantic thudding of her heartbeat. The faint scent of an unfamiliar cologne fills her nose as the photographer leans in closer, their hot breath ghosting across the cool skin of her neck. Estella forces herself to swallow the lump in her throat to stop herself from visibly cringing over the sticky condensation that forms. “I think you’ve done a wonderful job at capturing their individual charms, as always.” The corners of Estella’s lips curl ever-so-slightly, a reassuring smile to express her approval of the quality of work achieved during today’s shoot. Her hazel eyes remain glued to the laptop before her, doing her best to ignore the pair of eyes ogling her, as she sifts through the raw results. However, it’s common knowledge how cut-throat this industry can be, appearances were everything. Despite how picture-perfect everything may look now, the images captured today would undergo a metamorphosis under the skilled hands of the editing team, enhancing their beauty for the pleasure of the public eye: the illusion of perfection. ‘Emil… Mercy… Anne… Keiki… Niwa… Casimir…’ Her eyebrows furrow and her smile falters as she mentally checks off each of the models. Someone is missing. Lysander? God - had she accidentally double-booked him again? Fortunately - for a model as sought after as Lysander was - this wasn’t a major shoot and something Estella could easily re-schedule for him if he so wished. Although, she had a slight suspicion that he wouldn’t mind if she didn’t. Besides, it would probably do him some good to give him a break from his demanding schedule. “...Miss Blake?” the photographer nudges. “S-sorry… What was it that you were saying?” “I was just suggesting that - perhaps - I could take you out for a drink sometime and 'capture your charm', too?” ‘Absolutely, not.’ A nervous laugh escapes Estella's lips as she writhes awkwardly in her seat, “I’m afraid I’m not much of a model.” “I beg to differ. You’re young, beautiful - all I’m asking is for a chance.” As their hand tentatively reaches out to brush the hair from Estella's face, her body instinctively recoils. A subtle flinch that speaks volumes. In a swift motion, she composes herself, smoothing out a crease in her blouse and correcting her posture. This was a well-practiced and, unfortunately, necessary skill that she had learned while navigating this industry. After all, it wasn't just the images of the models she had to be concerned about - but also her own. Furthermore, as a managerial figure, she had a duty of care to abide by, to protect herself and her colleagues from situations like this. "Actually - I think we're done for today," Estella states, her words laced with finality, reinforced by an unwavering gaze as she reclaims her authority. "Of course..." Despite the dejection in their voice, there remained a spirited determination in the photographer's eyes, "I'll be sure to have those images sent over to you, once they've been processed." "That would be perfect, thank you." A forced smile stretches across the photographer's face as they nod and silently retreat, taking the hint from Estella's suddenly candid responses. Relieved, Estella lets out a sigh as she watches them disappear from view. The tension in the air slowly fades away, leaving behind a moment of solace for Estella. She revels in the return of her personal space, basking in the sense of peace that washes over her. "Juste ciel..." Estella mutters to herself, her shoulders relaxing as she takes in the tranquil setting around her. Her hand slips into the pocket of her pants and retrieves her phone, her home screen showing the time reading near noon, along with several unanswered messages. While she remembered, Estella entered the studio's group chat and began typing. ⁺₊✧₊⁺ [ Estella Blake added ~Dakota Thorne ] ~Estella Blake Some amazing shots from everyone today! It's been a while since we've welcomed a new addition to the team - Let's keep up the good work and set an example for @~Dakota Thorne at Illusion Studios <3 Also - just a reminder that we have a dinner reservation tonight, in case anyone forgot. 7 pm at the Le Coucou: my treat. The dress code is 'Elegant'. I expect to see everyone there! -✧ [ 783 words ] ──────────────────── "Silk moths can’t fly. It’s been bred out of them for five thousand years. Most aren’t meant to live long enough to break the chrysalis; flight’s an unnecessary trait.” [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 21/04/2024 22:43 (7 Months ago) |
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throwing some gems into your gifts, shortly <3 [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 15/04/2024 21:57 (7 Months ago) |
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[ ! RP DRAFT / INFO DUMP ! ] ✧ Picture (not-so) Perfect ✧ revamp Genre(s): Romance | Mystery | Young Adult Theme(s): Seven Deadly Sins, Affairs ════════════════════════════════════════════════ ! soon ! ════════════════════════════════════════════════ [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 13/04/2024 14:53 (7 Months ago) |
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✧₊⁺ ESTELLA BLAKE ⁺₊✧ Twenty Three [23] | Female | She/Her | Acedia ──────────────────── The morning after a rowdy night out was never fun, as Estella soon remembered as she woke up to the blaring sound of her phone's ringtone. Her head pounds and her stomach churns as she sits up in bed: not hers, not so shockingly. Judging by the bright light that seeped into the room, irritating her bleary eyes, it was likely about noon-ish. With a miffed whine, Estella silences the device, letting the call from "Father" go straight to voicemail. She wasn't in a sound enough state to want to bear the brunt of her father's rebuking. Estella breathes a sigh of relief when the call ends and there's no immediate second attempt to reach out to her. Instead, the phone screen lights up as a notification is received to inform her of a delivered voicemail. There's a little hesitation before she places the phone to her ear. “Stelle - ma étoile - I hope you’re well. Please could you call me back when you get this message? Love, Dad.” ⁺₊✧₊⁺ It had now been a year since Estella had inherited her father’s position as director of Illusion Studios and - if she had to be brutally honest - she too often regretted allowing him to sway her into accepting the role, only agreeing to sign the contract out of guilt, obligation, and under the false promise of being adequately trained. As she stepped into the House of Illusions, from the very first moment, Estella felt like she was being smothered by the heaviness of the tension that lingered in the air. Initially, she brushed it off as just being nervous about returning to the industry which had scarred her, mentally and emotionally. But the smokescreen quickly began to clear, revealing to her the questionable morals and values of the agency’s complex residents: a far cry from what she had ever known. A normal day for Estella would typically be spent cooped up, for hours at a time, in her office. Whether it be responding to emails, catching up on paperwork (because, for the longest time, she just could not get a grasp on how to do the finance stuff), or sitting in on conference calls. It wasn’t anything exciting - and certainly did nothing to help her stress - but the amount of focus and professionalism it required from her is likely what has led for Estella to become a lot more mellow, than compared to her more shameless teen years. Occasionally, however, she’d accompany the team of models during trips and the bigger events, as the head of the company. Today’s task at hand was supervising the elite team’s photoshoot. Opportunities like this, which allow one to momentarily escape the confines of their office and a mountain of soon-due paperwork, are typically seen as a blessing. Estella is an exception - in this particular scenario, at least. And it’s a little ironic. Being a former child star of (almost) ten years herself, it’s normally assumed that she would already be acclimated to the bustling environment of the photography studio. But this is not the case anymore. With a developed fear of being in the sights of the cameras, stemming from a sickening secret that she fiercely keeps to herself, Estella finds these experiences rather overwhelming. It was due to the trauma sustained that, ultimately, meant the end of her modeling career was prematurely induced, and her name was quickly replaced by the next in the competitive world of fashion. Every click and flash of the camera is like a slap in the face, serving as a cruel and stinging reminder of ‘that’ day; yet, her vacant gaze and the thin line of her lips give away nothing of her discomfort. The keenest of eyes could - perhaps - spot the subtle telltale signs. From the way her hands quiver as her delicate fingers pick at the cuffs of her sleeves is an unconscious attempt to distract herself from the anxiety swelling within her. Or how she bites at the dryness of her lips: did she remember to drink today? Likely not. And her chapstick? Strawberry flavored, but had also been forgotten in her car, once again. Or even by the fact that she simply just can’t stand still. The subtle shifting of her weight from foot to foot, a restless dance, not wanting to appear too eager to either leave or stick around. After all, the spotlight is no longer hers and Estella does not want to ruin this chance for her models. She knows all too well about the price of a shattered dream. “Miss Blake, would you like to review the photos of today’s session, so far?” a photographer calls out to her suddenly, snapping her out of her daze. “Y-yes!” she stutters, before clearing her throat and composing herself, “I’ll be right over.” She makes a mental note to bring Dezerae with her next time, as she cautiously treads across the studio floor. [ 818 words ] ──────────────────── "Silk moths can’t fly. It’s been bred out of them for five thousand years. Most aren’t meant to live long enough to break the chrysalis; flight’s an unnecessary trait.” [Read more] |
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ESTELLA BLAKE stella / estelle / stelle  Twenty Three [23] | Female | She/Her | Lesbian Voice Claim: Emma Mackey - (contains explicit language) [ Introduction ] "C'est la vie, ma chérie" While her name and face have long since faded from the media, Estella Blake was a name that was once on everyone's lips. Known for her endearing charm and effortless grace, she was a promising child star, rising to fame at a young age. However, that was ten years ago. Estella's career was cut short in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone wondering what happened to the bright young talent. It was a sudden and unexpected disappearance from the fashion world, leaving her fans and followers baffled. The reason for Estella's abrupt departure from the industry still remains a mystery, to even her parents. To this day, Estella cannot force herself to spill the sickening secret of what had happened that day. At least, not while sober. Her past is a secret she's determined to keep hidden, quick to change the subject or brush off any attempts to pry. Despite her vow never to return to the modeling industry, fate had other plans for Estella. After a sudden phone call from her father, requesting a favour from her in the form of a job offer, inviting her to take his place in managing Illusion Studios: a prosperous modelling agency that he'd bought and reformed when Estella was just a child. Despite initially rejecting his offer, Estella would eventually sign the contract out of guilt, obligation, and false assurance of adequate training. But she walked into the House of Illusions for the first time, Estella couldn't help but sense an overwhelming feeling of dread and regret. Estella knew better than to believe that everything was perfect, as depicted by the press. After all, she was all too familiar with the dark side of the industry, the one that was hidden behind the glamour and glitz. [ Appearance ] 5'7 | Franco-American | 114lbs Born into privilege and wealth, Estella's upbringing and opportunities have shaped her into a woman of refined taste and impeccable manners. Yet, that doesn't mean that every experience was a positive one. Her regal-like posture exudes an air of superiority: a practice acquired from years of modelling, which has become a habit that she cannot let go of. While she moves gracefully, each step already carefully calculated as she once did during her runways, her countenances are stiff. The face of innocence, spoiled by a stoic expression. Estella's rigid exterior is a facade that serves as a barrier to protect a fragile heart, a vulnerability that has only been seen by a handful of people. There's an intensity behind her piercing hazel gaze, accentuated by smokey make-up. Her ash-blonde hair is often styled in gentle, shoulder-length waves; however, it's been a moment since she last had her colour re-touched, evident by the dark brown roots blending into her locks. Her fair skin is unmarred except for a barely visible scar above her right eyebrow, which serves as a reminder of a drunken mishap from a few years earlier. Tall, with a slender figure, her delicate build contrasts harshly with her stony demeanor, like a lonely blossom in an icy wasteland. Although, her thinness would be worrying, would she not clad herself in loose shirts and long jackets to conceal the worst of her self-neglect. [ Personality ] ISFJ-T | Cancer | 9w1 Being a young and inexperienced manager, Estella is constantly under the judgment of her colleagues at Illusion Studios, as well as those in similar positions outside of the agency. While she never wanted this job in the first place, her lack of enthusiasm only makes her an easy target for the more seasoned directors seeking to eliminate competition. It's extremely draining for her as an introvert, as she struggles to maintain a straight face and not take their chastising to heart. Despite the pressure she faces, Estella is able to find a little solace in the fact that she's still learning and growing. There's nothing that Estella wants more than to be able to find a true sense of peace within herself. Currently, she achieves this by neglecting her own needs, to focus on those of others. She dreads the days that involve her being locked away in her office and taking care of the more tedious, yet necessary, duties. While not the most enjoyable part of her job, it is likely due to a sense of obligation she feels towards her father, that Estella finds herself skipping breaks often, to focus on completing those duties to the highest possible standard. Estella's relationship with the models at Illusion Studios is more on a casual level, rather than what would be typically expected between an employee and their boss. Being a similar age to the agency's models is likely one of the reasons that Estella fails to feel a sense of superiority over them. However, another reason for her laidback nature could be that Estella is still acclimating to her new role, having never been in a position of power before. This is suggested by her lack of assertiveness when it comes to reprimanding the models for their behaviours, and relying on others to put them back into place. It's the fear of creating conflict and disappointing people, stemming from her trauma, that sway her to be selectively ignorant. [ About: ACEDIA ] apathy | torpor | negligence | anxiety | grief Acedia is a dark cloud that looms over one's existence, a heavy weight that holds them down. It is the sin of sorrow, also described as the "uneasiness of the mind", or more commonly known as depression. It is the inability to appreciate the beauty or see the worth in the human experience, feeling disconnected from the world around them as if merely existing rather than truly living. But is it fair to label this a sin? Perhaps not. Estella fell victim to acedia, unexpectedly, robbing her of her zest for life after her trust was taken advantage of. That was all it had taken for her once vibrant, innocent spirit to be shattered, leaving her a shell of her former self. Ten years later, the deep wounds caused by this betrayal are still healing. For Estella, this sin manifests itself as intense anxiety, leaving her extremely guarded and cautious of the intentions of those around her. To cope with these overwhelming emotions, Estella turned to unhealthy habits. Eating disorders, and purging; Alcoholism, and drunken flings. While she knew deep down that these coping mechanisms were not healthy, Estella quickly found herself trapped in a cycle of self-sabotage, forced to live with the consequences of her actions. [ Additional Info ] [x] Estella has been drinking for years, both legally and illegally, and had become well acquainted with the numbing sensation that alcohol could supply. But for a woman of her size, it is all too easy for her to get carried away, especially with her expensive taste, her absurd collection of empty high-end liquor bottles being evidence of that. Drunk Estella is a completely different person than the aloof director, known to become overly emotional or flirty and cuddly. In the past, this often led to some regrettable actions, only realized the morning after. Estella understands that this can never be a long-term solution, but - for now - revels in the temporary freedom that alcohol provides. [x] How does a former model go from owning the spotlight to becoming immensely afraid of simply having a camera pointed at her? That's a story for another time... or not, being one Estella refuses to talk about. However, it's fair to say that where there's press, the experience is bound to be overstimulating, causing her confident act to quickly crumble. Her apprehension around the cameras can even be seen at casual photoshoots, as Estella prefers to spectate from the sidelines - awkwardly fidgeting with the cuffs of her shirt or jacket - to ensure that no accidental pictures are taken of her. Roleplay Template for Estella  Show
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sign up thread here !! DISCLAIMER !! This roleplay will likely cover sensitive topics. I do not condone any toxic or unhealthy behaviors that may be portrayed here. Picture (not-so) Perfect ------------------------------------------------------- "Living in the state of dreaming" PRELUDE "The Renaissance" "And as the last of the sunlight dips below the horizon, the sky will be illuminated by the shimmer of the moon and stars. But only for a while; for when the sun inevitably rises in the morn', the chorus of the songbird will sound once more." The large windows of the penthouse office offered a stunning view of the New York City skyline, the warm glow of the setting sun casting a rich amber hue across the room. Inside, Callistus sat at his desk, his calloused hands tightly gripping a framed photo of his daughter. His thumb gently caressed her cheek, a small smile playing on his lips as her infectious laughter manifested in his mind. As he examined the photo, he couldn't help but think about how much her smile had influenced his decision to take a gamble, pouring all of his resources into buying and renovating a struggling company. The fashion industry hadn't ever been a career path he'd considered before - if he were to be honest. However, witnessing his daughter's feverish passion, as well as her rapid advancement in her career as a child model, Callistus knew he couldn't let it slip away when the opportunity arose. While he knew his daughter was too young to understand the impact she had on his decision, he was certain that she had a bright future ahead of her. He was determined to provide a better future for his daughter and for generations to come. Callistus is brought back from his thoughts when a series of purposeful knocks sound from the heavy oak door of the office, prompting him to quickly straighten himself as he rises from the plush leather seat. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the meeting ahead. The door swings open - the hinges squealing under its weight - and he is greeted by his anticipated guest, clad in a luxurious black fur-trimmed coat, a clear display of their wealth and status. As they entered the office, a hand elegantly swept back their curly midnight locks, revealing their youthful face adorned with a coy smile that fills Callistus with a sense of familiarity, but with an underlying hint of unease, also. After all, he knows this man well, but it's been a while since they last met. “Good evening, Regrator. I’m glad you could make it on such short notice,” welcomes Callistus, offering up the seat on the other side of his desk, his formality, however, earning him an amused chuckle. “Callistus - my dear friend - you need not keep calling me by that title; Pantalone will suffice.” The director watches Pantalone as he calmly glides from the door towards him, the pair exchanging pleasantries before settling into their seats. Contrary to Callistus, who was raised in a privileged household, Pantalone's childhood was marked by poverty and a lack of basic opportunities and advantages that others enjoyed. By some stroke of luck, Pantalone was able to break free from this situation, and through years of tireless effort and unwavering commitment, he has risen to become a prominent financier with investments in numerous multinational companies. This was no small feat for someone who had grown up with nothing, and it was a testament to Pantalone's strong will and determination to succeed. "I must admit, your sudden request for my company had taken me by surprise," Pantalone says, his nonchalant voice laced with just a touch of amusement. He leans back in his chair, interlocking his fingers as his amethyst eyes narrow into a piercing gaze, searching for the reason behind Callistus' summoning. The energy in the room shifts, becoming charged with conspiracy. "Yet... I find myself feeling all the more intrigued," Pantalone continues. The air thickens with tension as the two characters silently engage in a subtle power play: both fighting to read each other's motives. "I can see that the agency has flourished under your influence. So tell me: what's on your mind?" Callistus nods in agreement at Pantalone's attempt to diffuse the suspense, his sharp gaze fixed on Pantalone as he clears his throat. "It is," he says, his tone firm and determined. "However, I believe it's time for the agency to see some bigger changes." His words vibrate with intensity, conveying his deep passion for the subject at hand. His alluring dark eyes flicker with a mix of admiration and challenge as he continues, "I have great respect for you, Pantalone, and I requested your company this evening because I've always valued your opinion and wanted to hear your thoughts about my ideas regarding the future of the agency." However, Pantalone's expression remained still, save for a subtle arch of his eyebrow. He listened intently, his silence speaking volumes to Callistus. Without uttering a single word, Pantalone gave the go-ahead for Callistus to continue. "Illusion Studios has a constant influx of clients, though most of them are short-lasting. They complete a few projects with us before moving on to the next agency after securing their name," Callistus explains, his face contorting in a mixture of frustration and disappointment. "As a father, it fills me with immense pride to witness their soaring achievements, especially knowing that Illusion Studios has played a part in helping them get there. But as a director, it's a struggle to keep up with the constant turnover of talent and the depletion of our resources. If Illusion Studios is to have a future, at all, I need to prioritize its needs, starting now. That's why I propose the idea of curating a select, permanent group of models. This way, we can devote our attention and resources to these chosen few, creating a dependable and illustrious roster of models." Pantalone's countenance remained neutral as Callistus laid out his plan for the future of the agency. He hums, taking a moment to consider the proposal, his mind already calculating the potential risks and rewards. While it was a bold move, it was also a necessary one. "Your idea is quite intriguing, indeed," Pantalone finally spoke up, his voice measured and thoughtful. "It would certainly allow you to focus on quality over quantity. A select group of models, hand-picked and nurtured by Illusion Studios. It's a bold move; However, you must also consider the potential backlash from those who have previously worked with you. It could be seen as a betrayal." Callistus nodded, understanding Pantalone's concern. "Of course... that's easier said than done, but I whole-heartedly believe this could be a game-changer for Illusion Studios." "I do not doubt that there will be some backlash," Callistus responds, his tone resolute, "But I believe that the end result will speak for itself. We will be able to create a lasting legacy, one that is not just about numbers and quick success, but about building a strong foundation for the future." Pantalone nods, the corners of his lips curling into a sly grin, impressed by Callistus' determination. "You make a compelling argument, Director," he purrs, "I am certain that with your leadership and the support of the team, Illusion Studios will continue to thrive and evolve. And, may I add, your proposal has piqued my... personal interest." Pantalone shifts in his seat, ensuring that Callistus' attention is completely engaged, "I want to make you an offer. For a mere fifteen percent of Illusion Studios, I'm willing to provide funds and other resources to support your project. Keep in mind, that if I didn't believe Illusion Studios didn't have the potential to make it, I wouldn't still be sat here right now." Callistus' mind raced as he considered Pantalone's offer. While he had been hesitant to accept any outside funding, he couldn't deny the potential benefits of having a partner like Pantalone. With his vast resources and connections, Illusion Studios would surely flourish. The possibilities were endless, and Callistus couldn't help but feel hopeful at the thought. He glanced back at Pantalone, who was still watching him with a calm expression. "I am honored by your offer," Callistus says, his voice betraying his excitement. "And I am confident that with your support, Illusion Studios will reach new heights." Pantalone leans forward, his eyes glinting with a mix of artifice and satisfaction. "Excellent! I'm glad we could come to an agreement. I'll send you the contract to finalize this, tomorrow. In the meantime, I look forward to seeing your plan in action, Director." The two men locked eyes as they firmly grasped each other's hands. Callistus could feel the weight of the moment in the firmness of the handshake. The deal was sealed, but he had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. Unbeknownst to Callistus, he had just made a deal with the devil. One wrong move and everything he had worked towards could crumble beneath him. The room seemed to grow colder as the realization that something seemed off dawned on him. He had been blinded by ambition and now he was trapped. [ 1488 words ] XX. INTRODUCTION "And it's all Smoke and Mirrors" Arc Aim: A basic introduction of present characters ! Setting; Date: NYC, USA; January ! Starting Point(s): - ACEDIA and the models are out of the studio for a photoshoot; Opportunity to showcase character styles here ! - GOSSIP is moving into Illusion Studios / the House of Illusions, with the assistance of GUILE ! [Read more] |
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Picture (not-so) Perfect ------------------------------------------------------- "Living in the state of dreaming" ════════════════════════════════════════════════ !! DISCLAIMER !! This roleplay will likely cover sensitive topics. I do not condone any toxic or unhealthy behaviors that may be portrayed here. ════════════════════════════════════════════════ LITERACY: Semi-Lit+ GENRES: Young Adult | Romance | Drama | Hurt and TOPICS: Seven Deadly Sins THEME SONG: State of Dreaming - Marina and the Diamonds ════════════════════════════════════════════════ XX. INTRODUCTION "And it's all Smoke and Mirrors" ════════════════════════════════════════════════ In the heart of New York City stands the majestic House of Illusions, the headquarters of Illusion Studios, which is currently one of the world's leading modeling agencies. With its glamorous reputation and a legacy of discovering top talents, the House of Illusions exudes an air of elegance and mystique. It is a place where dreams are born, and long-lasting careers are assembled. The House of Illusions has long been known for its ability to create an illusion of perfection, presenting its models as flawless embodiments of beauty and charisma to the world. But, as the agency grew in popularity and success, a pivotal decision was made to shift its approach and focus on a smaller, permanent group of models, releasing many of its clients. Just a few years later the news quickly spread. The House of Illusions had announced auditions for a new model to join their prestigious roster, sparking a frenzy of applications and attracting individuals from diverse backgrounds, each yearning to secure a coveted position as the agency's eighth model. The process of selecting the perfect addition to their team consisted of meticulously dissecting every portfolio and conducting countless background checks. However, after enduring months of intense consideration, a decision was finally made, and a new model was chosen to join the illustrious ranks of Illusion Studios. However, as the new model stepped into the limelight and adjusted to the intricacies of life at the House of Illusions, it became evident that behind the façade of perfection, their fellow models harbored tarnishing imperfections and personal agendas that were being deliberately hidden from the public. Peering beyond the veneer of glamor and allure, the newest resident discovers a labyrinth of intertwined relationships, clandestine affairs, and simmering rivalries woven into the fabric of Illusion Studios. While the studio's impeccable image remained unblemished to the public eye for now, behind the scenes, the illusion of perfection begins to unravel, revealing a world fraught with deception and unspoken desires. ════════════════════════════════════════════════ THE HOUSE OF ILLUSIONS Illusion | noun | an instance of a wrong or misinterpreted perception of a sensory experience. ════════════════════════════════════════════════ The House of Illusions, a magnificent multi-story skyscraper, is a symbol of glamour and success in the world of modeling. Its grand entrance and luxurious lobby are a feast for the eyes, with elegant decor and photographs of the agency's top - past and present - models lining the walls. The building is constantly bustling with models and staff, creating an electric atmosphere that is palpable upon entering. Aspiring models from all over the world flock to the House of Illusions, hoping to be discovered and signed by Illusion Studios. The agency's reputation for discovering and nurturing talent has made it a hotspot for young models looking to make it big in the industry. The building serves as a beacon of hope and opportunity for these aspiring models, who see it as a gateway to success and fame. Living in the House of Illusions is a dream come true for many models. The upper floors of the building are home to luxurious apartments amongst other facilities provided by the agency, offering a peaceful and glamorous sanctuary amidst the chaos of the city. This unique aspect of the building creates a close-knit community among the models and senior staff, fostering a sense of camaraderie and support within the agency. ════════════════════════════════════════════════ ROLES "Qui se ressemble s’assemble." ════════════════════════════════════════════════ ACEDIA | Estella Blake | DIRECTOR "Acedia is a historic sin that is often described as the "uneasiness of the mind". Some may argue that it is unfair to label "sadness" as a sin, but the truth is that depression is just a symptom of a much larger internal battle. Interestingly, acedia is also known as the sin of sorrow, as it pertains to the failure to appreciate the human experience. When one is consumed by acedia, they are unable to see the beauty and value in their own existence. This is why acedia is often associated with today's sin: Sloth." GUILE | Dezerae Li | MANAGER "Guile, or deceit, in contrast to the seven cardinal sins, is characterized by the intentional misleading of others in the pursuit of falsehoods or half-truths. It is the subtle presentation of malevolence hidden under the guise of benign pretense. It is the act of concealing the truth in order to advance ulterior motives. This has been a common practice among many, and it has been used for personal gain, power, and control in different settings. The essence of deceit or guile is so destructive that it results in a web of lies and secrets that can spiral out of control." PRIDE | Anne Marie Täydellisyyttä | MODEL "Self-affirmation is a necessary aspect for a healthy life, as it helps build self-esteem and confidence. However, it is important to recognize the difference between healthy and sinful pride. While self-affirmation allows one to appreciate their own gifts and accomplishments, sinful pride leads to an inflated sense of self-importance. This type of pride blinds individuals from acknowledging the contributions of others and creates a dangerous sense of entitlement." GREED | Casimir Devereaux | MODEL "Greed is one of the most dangerous sins that people can commit. Its impact can go beyond just materialistic possessions and can ruin people's lives. The desire to accumulate wealth or fame can drive people to do unimaginable things, and it is this insatiable hunger for more that leads to their downfall. Greed can be like a slow poison, destroying everything in its path, including the person who is consumed by it." LUST | Keiki Meyumi | MODEL "Lust is a strong emotion, a powerful force that can consume an individual's entire being. When it takes over, it can lead to a disordered desire for pleasure, power, or material possessions. It is a dangerous and all-consuming feeling that can drive a person to do things they never thought possible. It is not limited to sexual pleasure, as many people may believe, but encompasses a wide range of desires that can have detrimental effects on an individual's life." ENVY | Niwa Atsushi | MODEL "Envy is an emotion that many have felt, yet few can truly understand. It goes beyond the simple jealousy of wanting something that someone else has. It is the belief that another's success or good fortune somehow diminishes one's own worth. To experience envy is to be consumed by a desire to destroy that which is coveted. It is an overwhelming emotion that can turn even the most rational person into a monster." GLUTTONY | Emil Musabi | MODEL "Gluttony is a very common sin in the world today. People are constantly eating and drinking in excess, without any regard for their health or the consequences of their actions. It is important to remember that gluttony is not just about food, but also includes excessive consumption of alcohol and other substances. It is a constant desire for more, without any consideration for the impact it may have on oneself or others." WRATH | Lysander Xíang | MODEL "The line between wrath and anger can be blurred, but the two are not the same. Wrath is the very thing that consumes your soul when you have been wronged. It is what drives you to seek justice through any means necessary. Once it has taken root, there is little that can be done to quell this powerful emotion. The notion of forgiveness becomes a distant memory, as the only thing that matters is the burning desire for vengeance." SLOTH | Mercymorn Belphie | MODEL "Sloth is a sin of omission, lacking desire and/or performance. Unlike mere laziness, the sin of sloth also refers to apathy - one's complete lack of concern for oneself and others, due to the energy it requires. Sloth is a dangerous sin because it not only dissuades one from doing good deeds but also discourages them from even caring about their inaction. It is a state of indifference that numbs the individual's moral compass, making it easy to do nothing, even when they know it is wrong." GOSSIP | Dakota Thorne | MODEL "Gossip is a tempting habit that many people fall into without even realizing it. Although it may not be one of the traditional seven deadly sins, it still holds great weight in the eyes of many. This is due to the fact that gossip can be divided into two distinct categories: detraction and slander. Both of these sins involve spreading information about someone else's faults or failings, but the difference lies in the intention behind the words." VAINGLORY | Pantalone | SHAREHOLDER "Vainglory, or Vanity, is a historic sin and is defined as the excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others. It is a sin that can have catastrophic consequences which include causing relationships to crumble and turning people into their own worst enemies. A person who indulges in vainglory loses sight of what truly matters and becomes consumed with themselves, causing them to become arrogant and egotistical and leading to a lack of empathy and compassion for others." IGNORANCE | Callistus | FORMER DIRECTOR "Ignorance is not bliss. The line between ignorance and unawareness can be a very thin line to tread. Most people who are aware of the truth but choose to ignore it because the alternative, living in a world of lies, can sometimes feel more comfortable. For instance, it can be easier to adhere to societal norms and beliefs rather than question them and risk being outcasted. Ignorance implies a conscious decision to not acknowledge or accept the truth, while unawareness is a lack of knowledge or understanding. In both cases, individuals are choosing to remain in a state of denial. However, this denial can have serious consequences, as it prevents personal growth and hinders progress in society." ════════════════════════════════════════════════ RULES ════════════════════════════════════════════════ ♥ PH and typical RP rules apply ! ♥ Sentence/paragraph format only ! ♥ The RP may have a mature vibe, and sensitive topics may pop up; however, posts must remain site-friendly ! ♥ Please try to use appropriate trigger warnings and/or spoiler format if detailing such topics ! ♥ Characters are adults ! Around the ages of 21-25 is good ! ♥ Realistic face claims please ! ♥ Romance and drama are highly encouraged ! ♥ For now, one character per person ! ♥ tba if necessary ! !! NOTE !! anyone with a main role (the models) in the original sign-ups will have a week to re-claim their position before I redistribute them ════════════════════════════════════════════════ CHARACTER SHEET ════════════════════════════════════════════════ Show
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[hr] [size=12][b]CHARACTER NAME[/b][/size] [hr] [img]character icon[/*img] [size=6] age | gender | pronouns | sexuality [/size] [b][ Introduction ][/b] [size=8] Info here; … [/size] [b][ Appearance ][/b] [size=8] Info here; … [/size] [b][ Personality ][/b] [size=8] Info here; … [/size] [b][ About: (sin) ][/b] [size=8] Info here; … [/size] [b][ Additional Info ][/b] [size=8] Info here; … [/size] [/center] ════════════════════════════════════════════════ this is all, for now <3 ════════════════════════════════════════════════ [Read more] |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Mon, 01/04/2024 15:00 (7 Months ago) |
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════════════════════════════════════════════════ UPDATE | 1/4 ════════════════════════════════════════════════ hello ! just an update to let you all know that the sign-ups for the relaunch is being worked on and will be released by reset <3 anyone with a main role (the models) will have a week to re-claim their position before I redistribute them if anyone can't/no longer wishes to participate, that is completely fine ! but please let me know (via PM or here) so I can adjust the role availability, accordingly c: unfortunately, it has been decided that we won't be taking side characters, due to the sheer number of characters already as much as I'd love to take in everyone, I simply cannot, if I want to ensure steadiness as well as enjoyability however, should any main roles become available, feel free to apply for them ! but - due to the nature of the roleplay - please ensure you have adequate examples of your roleplaying abilities I think that's all for now - thank you all so much for your patience <3 note: this is not an April Fools joke- Edit: New thread is here! [Read more] |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Wed, 27/03/2024 13:26 (8 Months ago) |
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════════════════════════════════════════════════ UPDATE | 27/3 ════════════════════════════════════════════════  it's only been two months since i last posted here, aha- however! an update!! primarily for those with a main role. the wip lives here - feel free to take a look <3 there's a few minor changes, but the biggest is probably the position of GOSSIP taking on a more antagonistic role. everything is still a work-in-progress, however, and is just a case of finding time between work and life to get it done c': any suggestions can be made here or via PM! if you're still interested in participating, please drop a message in this thread. priority will be given to anyone already with a main role until a new sign-ups thread is made! side roles to be determined when the roleplay is re-released. also; just a massive thank-you to Immortes for all of their support with this project and just being amazing ♥ please love them; they deserve the world [Read more] |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Fri, 08/03/2024 14:43 (8 Months ago) |
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sending some ice gems to your gifts, shortly ! <3 [Read more] |
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~Fahrenheit~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 573 |
Posted: Wed, 21/02/2024 13:21 (9 Months ago) |
 Phaenna Gratiea 'The Shining Grace' ──────────────────── The frigid air glides through her lips as she inhales deeply. She has always preferred to sleep with the windows open, making her bedroom more like a walk-in freezer. She elongates her body, aligning her spine, and maintains a butterfly stretch for thirty seconds. The tranquility and quietness make it feel like an eternity. Phaenna could easily drift back off into slumber, completely at ease in her position. But she eventually exhales, prepared to embrace another day. A normal day for Phaenna would consist of waking up early and reciting some of her ballet stretches. The silence of the early morning has always helped her to focus on her body and the movements it made. But, even if she knew she wasn't going to dance that day, she found that the routine helped to relax her, as well as being good practice to keep her in shape. Despite her whimsical doll-like appearance, Phaenna wields a surprising amount of flexibility and strength, due to partaking in years of Russian-styled ballet lessons throughout her childhood. She had begun her training - pretty much - from the moment she could walk, her parents believing the sport to be able to help develop her etiquette. It had not been an easy path to take, having to constantly work hard through pain to maintain her skills and technique. But, in the end, her efforts were worth it. The strict discipline and intense training had molded her into a graceful and powerful dancer, something Phaenna was proud of. And that pride radiated from Phaenna, evident in every step she took. With effortless grace, she glided through the streets of Rakua City, her head held high with the unshakable confidence of the Gratiea lineage. The moonlight danced off her flowing locks, casting a mesmerizing glow around her. Her presence was captivating, like that of a wingless angel among mortals. As she made her way to the city's community college, she sipped the crisp air. Her pace was leisurely, a clear indication of her unwavering self-assurance. After all, it was just another ordinary day for her. ──────────────────── "The sky was clear, the stars hung high overhead, and the moon was just a sliver, rather than a full moon, so that it proved to be significantly dark out. However, the coating of snow upon the ground looked bright in the moonlight.” [Read more] |