20th ♫ | knock knock— i'm sorry but here i come

[mytarget]

CMO POST
(it stands for 'contact my OCs')
(format lovingly stolen from Prof)

• Caelina Gwynlaw, a travelling adventurer and healer from the country of Adryae, a faux-European country in a Ye Olde Fantasy Setting. She's studious and a bit of a bookwork with little self esteem, but when properly motivated she's a force to be reckoned with. She's a scholar educating herself in magic and history but currently taking a break from her studies to travel the country in hopes of healing a plague known as the Withering. She possesses the ability to manipulate and control animating energy (quintessence) that she channels through song and manifests as her healing abilities.
• Alalia Ridgely, a knight from the same country as Caelina, though her story takes place centuries later than the former's. Having trained from a young age, Alalia was knighted at age twenty-three and is still a relative newbie when she awakens to a powerful but taxing magical ability that allows her to manipulate animating energy through song. From this, she stumbles into a centuries old conspiracy that results in her going on the run to avoid a wrongful arrest. While she puts on the front of a professional with a stiff upper lip, she's firey and brash with a snappy temper and a fierce sense of justice.
• Elizaveta et du Gimora, the youngest princess of a fantasy kingdom known as Gimora. Desperate to prove herself to her family, who she believes values her as a political tool and little else, she joins a band of adventurers to identify and eventually retrieve a relic with her family's crest on it. Eventually ends up punching God in the face. Her heart's in the right place, even if she's a bit of a brat on the outside. She's snobbish and a bit headstrong and prone to getting herself in trouble.
• Erina Estival, your typical Light Novel Superpowered Teenager. She is a type of human known as a 'Synchronic', which grants her special abilities, chief of which is the power to bond ('Sync') with a sentient weapon known as a Key. Erina's key is a zweihander called, uh, Zwei. Her special ability is to hear the thoughts and voices of Keys she herself is not Synced with. Sort of sassy and snarky and comes across like she's trying a bit too hard to be a standoffish edgelord. She's actually very energetic and passionate under the surface. Gay for two things: haunted swords and women.
• Camellia, a ~spooky ghost~ from a faux-Victorian England setting. In life, she was the prim and proper daughter of the Evandale family. She met her end at the ends of a childhood friend turned spurned suitor and manifested as a ghost sometime later, with only a few fleeting memories of her life. She possesses the engagement ring that was buried with her body and is very!! lonely!! PLEASE GIVE HER SOME COMPANY

This post is mostly here to shake out some 'canon' threads with castmates for the above OCs but it's ALSO here for anybody who just wants to touch some of my stupid kids. JUST LET ME KNOW WHO SOUNDS MOST LIKE YOUR BAG AND LET'S GET IT ON.

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

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[folklorical]

[ It's been a good... while since last there was anyone in the forest. It's hard to be sure of exactly how long, when she has so few ways of reliably keeping time out here. It's certainly been more than a day or two and the fact that she's lost count suggests it's been more than a week. But she's yet to see another full moon, which points to it being less than a month.

So. Not the longest it's ever been. Not exactly an age. But still a terribly long time to spend with no company. It's been quiet, and lord knows Camellia is very sick of quiet.

What a surprise, then, when she hears the telltale roar of a car approaching. There's no point in getting her hopes up when she knows it's just going to speed on through. But then it comes closer and closer and eases to a stop and Camellia realizes that the stranger driving this car appears to be just... staying for the night. Do... do they know where they are? This is a very out-of-the-way part of the forest to just set up for the night.

It takes her a little while to pluck up the courage to go and investigate. Not that she expects to get much out of it, either way. But there's always the chance, isn't there?

Which is why, in the dead of night, in this spooky old forest, the brisk sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth can be heard. Which is strange, because it's obvious from even the most cursory of glances that there's nobody around. ]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Years of being a wanted criminal haven't exactly made Jail prone to ignoring sudden suspicious noises. Her eyelids had been starting to drift shut, but they snap open again at the first sound of footsteps.]

[She doesn't get up from her relaxed, languid pose, but her gaze roams warily over the area and one hand casually drifts down to grab the handle of something stored beside her seat, just in case she needs a weapon.]

[Still keeping up the facade of being lazily at ease, she calls out:]

Real damn pretty out here tonight, huh. You wanna come over and say hi?

[folklorical]

[ There's no real response – what comes back sounds like a squeak of surprise and then suddenly the car rocks, as if something had slammed into the side. Not hard, but there's definitely a sense of a collision. Or a push.

And while there's no one visibly there, it's easy to tell that there is, indeed, someone present – it hangs in the air, something not exactly magical but something that is obviously not human. ]

Jail's using her analysis power, up to you what she sees.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Welp, that's definitely something that deserves a closer look.]

[Luckily, Jail uses more than just her eyes to see, when she needs to. She reaches for the tiniest amount of power, carefully letting her more magical senses activate, and looks, her gaze reaching past the physical world and into the structure of what is.]