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Application for Ryslig
Jan. 30th, 2020 10:32 pmOOC INFORMATION
Name: Irene
Contact: smallest.irene[at]gmail.com, Sweet Irene#7901
Are You Over 18?: Yes.
Other Characters: N/A
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Turn-From-Evil-and-Do-Good-Seek-Peace-and-Pursue-It “Peace” Gregory
Age: 22
World Information: The world Peace lives in is very similar to ours. While there are werewolves, vampires, and other manner of monster, it is kept very much unseen. People that are found in their homes with lifeless eyes are assumed suicides, mangled carcasses found by hunters simply the cause of a roaming wolf. However, there are witches, who guide the souls of the disgraced dead – those killed too early, whether by accidents, murders, or simple misfortune – to the underworld.
There are, of course, automobiles, cell phones, and all manner of technological wonders. There are always new developments in science, people arguing about politics on twitter. And as always, there are the cults, and the poor, gullible souls taken in by grifters.
The Pure Thought Society is one of many cults that span the world, with an aim to tear themselves away from such blasphemous things a body modification and genetic manipulation. Started in 1986, and lasting well into the mid two-thousand tens, the cult had one goal: to return to a simpler time and take humanity, kicking and screaming, with it through Puritanism. At least, that was the idea. The real goal was to find families and bloodlines with known gifts like ESP, spiritual manipulation or telepathy that seemed to be near-magical in nature.
Using these “purer” humans – without the modifications of a modern-day world - they would further the aims of the so-called Cult of Himiko in the east and eventually take the children of these unions and glean from their very DNA the genes that would give them further ammunition to rule the world.
Character Information: Peace is the daughter of two cultists who truly believed the mission of the Pure Thought Society. Having left their well-monied lives in New York City to don bland Puritanical garb and spend their days in prayer and awe of the cult’s leader, Father Jerimiah Witherspoon, the couple felt they could bring real change to the world. Two years after joining the cult, Peace was born. In true Puritanical fashion, Peace was named after Psalm 34:14, a rallying cry and fervent hope that it was soon time to move forward with their plans.
While her parents were both brown haired, Peace was born with a dusting of blondish hair that quickly turned to a deep, perhaps unnaturally, crimson. She was very pale, with eyes that were a soft, pale blue. At age three, she was given her first “vision” of the world burning. Believing it was from God, Peace’s parents took the girl to Father Witherspoon, who insisted that the child was their first Prophet.
Calling her “the rebirth of Miriam,” who would bring forth her holy brother into the world, Peace’s abilities seemed directly influenced by the Father’s beliefs, rather than her own. In fact, her visions for the first few years were indeed on track with the hopes of the cult: a new Eden, cleansed of materialistic depravity.
Her parents were overjoyed (but not too overjoyed) that she brought them so much prestige. That she had come from their union, and was so blessed, they were sure a second child would also be. Hannah was born four years after Peace, in 2002. But while Peace was gifted in Prophesy, Hannah was decidedly a normal baby, with the same brown hair and hazel eyes that her parents shared. No pearls of wisdom fell from her infant lips.
In 2006, Peace and many other young children of the cult were rescued by Federal agents who had heard that the cult would be mobilizing to terrorize the Northeast.
As Peace had visions of a burning world, and their great work failing, the cult chose drastic action. Instead of mobilizing, they would take the sins of the world upon themselves. Denying food, and living only on the smallest sips of water, this punishment was even inflicted on the children. Peace, their living prophet, was not spared from this. By the time the Federal agents had gone to the compound and started their sweep, many of the children like Peace were skin and bones.
The adults of the cult were placed under arrest for things like conspiracy against the nation and child endangerment, while the children themselves were placed in foster care and hospitalized to deal with the damage done by weeks of only drinking water. Because none of these children had birth certificates, they were all given the same date of birth. October 13th. And in true governmental fashion, despite evidence in family bibles showing the years the children were born, they mostly guessed. The cult was weakened by both the removal of the children and several of their leaders – including Father Witherspoon – but limped on for another decade.
Peace was taken in by her grandmother Naomi Gregory, and her sister Hannah was taken in by her paternal grandparents. Naomi changed her last name, keeping Peace’s first name by her granddaughter’s absolute insistence. (A move an older Peace still regrets.) By age thirteen, she had most of a normal education. Religion, however, was pushed to the wayside. (One could not blame Naomi for that, certainly.) The source of Peace’s powers was disclosed to her by her grandmother – revealing that their line had long been those same witches who carried the souls of the dead to the underworld, moving them through bodies of water. It should’ve passed from her mother, to her, but appeared to skip a generation.
Still, the next twelve years of Peace’s life were fairly blissful. She learned to read (but wasn’t great at it). She was homeschooled by Naomi, and didn’t have much of a social life as they spent each full moon going into the woods to train Peace for the duties she would take on as a proper adult. College did not seem to be in the cards for Peace, but she kept up her studies as best as she could (or when she remembered). Things really did seem to be fitting into place, and Peace was even starting to feel comfortable with the idea of what she needed to do in the future. Unfortunately for Peace, her grandmother died a year ago. Now the heiress to powers she feels she barely trained, Peace finds herself a more alive grim reaper, trying to live a vaguely normal life.
Just kidding.
She had her grandmother’s cabin in the middle of the woods fixed up and lives there now, completely avoiding people except to buy groceries every three months and talking on spotty satellite internet with other people who live similar, shut-in lives. Sometimes, she treats herself to entertainment.
Additionally - perhaps as an accidental oversight on all parties - Peace has never had a single vaccination.
Personality: Living in a cult had a direct effect on Peace’s desire to serve a higher power than her own. As a child, that higher power was a formidable belief in God and Father Witherspoon. She craves to be praised and admired by doing good work for people. Her grandmother tried very hard to amend this behavior by throwing therapists at her until she died, so Peace understands this is something she craves, but doesn’t quite see how to rid herself of this need-to-please energy.
At times, this energy is simply put into being as loud and as talkative as possible, as though to throw enough words around to dizzy another person. This rarely has real meaning to it, and she often uses the spacer “like” to take a breath between in order to prepare herself for the next onslaught of sentences. Still, she does not lie per se. She simply amends the truth to stay honest. (IE: Stating that she is not magical, as she doesn’t view her abilities as “magic” in nature.)
Perhaps at odds with this is her quick, sharp tongue, honed over the years as she had to field questions about the cult from interested government parties. She doesn’t like to be pushed into doing something, and Peace will bullishly refuse to do something asked of her if the party in question has annoyed her.
As such, people are placed into three categories: Like Her, Better than Her, or Worse than Her. From there, she treats them accordingly. People “like her” seem to shy away from responsibilities like she does, and she finds comfort in the idea that she’s not the only person who does that.
Those “better” than her, are treated with devotion and a can-do attitude. People “worse” than her aren’t outright ignored, but she does keep a further distance from them than she might otherwise, picking her associations more carefully now that she is on her own. As she grows to know a person, they switch up and down as is necessary. It is rare someone she thinks is better than her drops from their pedestal.
As Peace was starved several weeks during the late days of her time as a cultist, food became especially important to her. She loves to eat and can put away far more than her petite frame would suggest. Her favorite meal is hamburger (the first real food she had after they slowly reintroduced “eating” to her) and she hates potatoes and thin foods like Cream of Wheat.
Surprisingly for someone with such a quick-to-strike wit, it takes an awful lot to make her angry. She has a strong sense of justice, but a stronger sense of self-preservation. Sitting for hours on end in one position while you tried to conjure up suitable visions from the touch of a hand will make one know inner empty-headedness, when to talk, and when to keep back what you mean to say.
Still, she tries to be as nice as possible to strangers and avoids talking too much about herself. It’s other people who are interesting, not some ex-cultist like her. Still, her abandonment of her duties is her worst trait, as she is unable to find the courage in herself to take up the mantle and do the job she was literally born to do.
5-10 Key Character Traits: Honest, cowardly, bombastic, clingy, shrewd, kind, gluttonous
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Opt-Outs: Waldgeist, lich
Roleplay Sample: TDM Example~
Name: Irene
Contact: smallest.irene[at]gmail.com, Sweet Irene#7901
Are You Over 18?: Yes.
Other Characters: N/A
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Turn-From-Evil-and-Do-Good-Seek-Peace-and-Pursue-It “Peace” Gregory
Age: 22
World Information: The world Peace lives in is very similar to ours. While there are werewolves, vampires, and other manner of monster, it is kept very much unseen. People that are found in their homes with lifeless eyes are assumed suicides, mangled carcasses found by hunters simply the cause of a roaming wolf. However, there are witches, who guide the souls of the disgraced dead – those killed too early, whether by accidents, murders, or simple misfortune – to the underworld.
There are, of course, automobiles, cell phones, and all manner of technological wonders. There are always new developments in science, people arguing about politics on twitter. And as always, there are the cults, and the poor, gullible souls taken in by grifters.
The Pure Thought Society is one of many cults that span the world, with an aim to tear themselves away from such blasphemous things a body modification and genetic manipulation. Started in 1986, and lasting well into the mid two-thousand tens, the cult had one goal: to return to a simpler time and take humanity, kicking and screaming, with it through Puritanism. At least, that was the idea. The real goal was to find families and bloodlines with known gifts like ESP, spiritual manipulation or telepathy that seemed to be near-magical in nature.
Using these “purer” humans – without the modifications of a modern-day world - they would further the aims of the so-called Cult of Himiko in the east and eventually take the children of these unions and glean from their very DNA the genes that would give them further ammunition to rule the world.
Character Information: Peace is the daughter of two cultists who truly believed the mission of the Pure Thought Society. Having left their well-monied lives in New York City to don bland Puritanical garb and spend their days in prayer and awe of the cult’s leader, Father Jerimiah Witherspoon, the couple felt they could bring real change to the world. Two years after joining the cult, Peace was born. In true Puritanical fashion, Peace was named after Psalm 34:14, a rallying cry and fervent hope that it was soon time to move forward with their plans.
While her parents were both brown haired, Peace was born with a dusting of blondish hair that quickly turned to a deep, perhaps unnaturally, crimson. She was very pale, with eyes that were a soft, pale blue. At age three, she was given her first “vision” of the world burning. Believing it was from God, Peace’s parents took the girl to Father Witherspoon, who insisted that the child was their first Prophet.
Calling her “the rebirth of Miriam,” who would bring forth her holy brother into the world, Peace’s abilities seemed directly influenced by the Father’s beliefs, rather than her own. In fact, her visions for the first few years were indeed on track with the hopes of the cult: a new Eden, cleansed of materialistic depravity.
Her parents were overjoyed (but not too overjoyed) that she brought them so much prestige. That she had come from their union, and was so blessed, they were sure a second child would also be. Hannah was born four years after Peace, in 2002. But while Peace was gifted in Prophesy, Hannah was decidedly a normal baby, with the same brown hair and hazel eyes that her parents shared. No pearls of wisdom fell from her infant lips.
In 2006, Peace and many other young children of the cult were rescued by Federal agents who had heard that the cult would be mobilizing to terrorize the Northeast.
As Peace had visions of a burning world, and their great work failing, the cult chose drastic action. Instead of mobilizing, they would take the sins of the world upon themselves. Denying food, and living only on the smallest sips of water, this punishment was even inflicted on the children. Peace, their living prophet, was not spared from this. By the time the Federal agents had gone to the compound and started their sweep, many of the children like Peace were skin and bones.
The adults of the cult were placed under arrest for things like conspiracy against the nation and child endangerment, while the children themselves were placed in foster care and hospitalized to deal with the damage done by weeks of only drinking water. Because none of these children had birth certificates, they were all given the same date of birth. October 13th. And in true governmental fashion, despite evidence in family bibles showing the years the children were born, they mostly guessed. The cult was weakened by both the removal of the children and several of their leaders – including Father Witherspoon – but limped on for another decade.
Peace was taken in by her grandmother Naomi Gregory, and her sister Hannah was taken in by her paternal grandparents. Naomi changed her last name, keeping Peace’s first name by her granddaughter’s absolute insistence. (A move an older Peace still regrets.) By age thirteen, she had most of a normal education. Religion, however, was pushed to the wayside. (One could not blame Naomi for that, certainly.) The source of Peace’s powers was disclosed to her by her grandmother – revealing that their line had long been those same witches who carried the souls of the dead to the underworld, moving them through bodies of water. It should’ve passed from her mother, to her, but appeared to skip a generation.
Still, the next twelve years of Peace’s life were fairly blissful. She learned to read (but wasn’t great at it). She was homeschooled by Naomi, and didn’t have much of a social life as they spent each full moon going into the woods to train Peace for the duties she would take on as a proper adult. College did not seem to be in the cards for Peace, but she kept up her studies as best as she could (or when she remembered). Things really did seem to be fitting into place, and Peace was even starting to feel comfortable with the idea of what she needed to do in the future. Unfortunately for Peace, her grandmother died a year ago. Now the heiress to powers she feels she barely trained, Peace finds herself a more alive grim reaper, trying to live a vaguely normal life.
Just kidding.
She had her grandmother’s cabin in the middle of the woods fixed up and lives there now, completely avoiding people except to buy groceries every three months and talking on spotty satellite internet with other people who live similar, shut-in lives. Sometimes, she treats herself to entertainment.
Additionally - perhaps as an accidental oversight on all parties - Peace has never had a single vaccination.
Personality: Living in a cult had a direct effect on Peace’s desire to serve a higher power than her own. As a child, that higher power was a formidable belief in God and Father Witherspoon. She craves to be praised and admired by doing good work for people. Her grandmother tried very hard to amend this behavior by throwing therapists at her until she died, so Peace understands this is something she craves, but doesn’t quite see how to rid herself of this need-to-please energy.
At times, this energy is simply put into being as loud and as talkative as possible, as though to throw enough words around to dizzy another person. This rarely has real meaning to it, and she often uses the spacer “like” to take a breath between in order to prepare herself for the next onslaught of sentences. Still, she does not lie per se. She simply amends the truth to stay honest. (IE: Stating that she is not magical, as she doesn’t view her abilities as “magic” in nature.)
Perhaps at odds with this is her quick, sharp tongue, honed over the years as she had to field questions about the cult from interested government parties. She doesn’t like to be pushed into doing something, and Peace will bullishly refuse to do something asked of her if the party in question has annoyed her.
As such, people are placed into three categories: Like Her, Better than Her, or Worse than Her. From there, she treats them accordingly. People “like her” seem to shy away from responsibilities like she does, and she finds comfort in the idea that she’s not the only person who does that.
Those “better” than her, are treated with devotion and a can-do attitude. People “worse” than her aren’t outright ignored, but she does keep a further distance from them than she might otherwise, picking her associations more carefully now that she is on her own. As she grows to know a person, they switch up and down as is necessary. It is rare someone she thinks is better than her drops from their pedestal.
As Peace was starved several weeks during the late days of her time as a cultist, food became especially important to her. She loves to eat and can put away far more than her petite frame would suggest. Her favorite meal is hamburger (the first real food she had after they slowly reintroduced “eating” to her) and she hates potatoes and thin foods like Cream of Wheat.
Surprisingly for someone with such a quick-to-strike wit, it takes an awful lot to make her angry. She has a strong sense of justice, but a stronger sense of self-preservation. Sitting for hours on end in one position while you tried to conjure up suitable visions from the touch of a hand will make one know inner empty-headedness, when to talk, and when to keep back what you mean to say.
Still, she tries to be as nice as possible to strangers and avoids talking too much about herself. It’s other people who are interesting, not some ex-cultist like her. Still, her abandonment of her duties is her worst trait, as she is unable to find the courage in herself to take up the mantle and do the job she was literally born to do.
5-10 Key Character Traits: Honest, cowardly, bombastic, clingy, shrewd, kind, gluttonous
Opt-Outs: Waldgeist, lich
Roleplay Sample: TDM Example~
