Player Name: cel Player Pronouns: she/they Player Contact: samielherbei on discord Player intro: hey gamers it's me ya girl cel. i've been here for a while with power lesbian and gun-haver Emerald Sustrai, and now i'm bringing a new OC of mine to play in the cool normal town. a quick summary of her deal is available on her journal. please be aware of content warnings for sickness, disease, chronic illness, death, murder, depersonalization, demonic possession, and abusive relationships.
Character Name: Jessica Richter Blythe, but she prefers Blythe Canon: OC Vibes: If you open up the dictionary to "weird girl", you could find a picture of Blythe there. She dresses in loose-fitting clothes that don't show off her form very well (though she'll be on the lookout for sharp jackets specifically) and walks around almost like she's in a daze a lot of the time. She talks like she's looking at everything from a distance and, because she feels fragmented and can't remember why, has problems regarding herself as a person with a life and a personality. This extends to other people, too, because surely everyone else feels this way all the time. She does know how to be a person, and even a somewhat nice one, but she'll need a lot of help to get there.
Memories: Blythe remembers enough to be dangerous, but doesn't really feel the need to act on it. She knows that she hates rich people enough to kill them (and that she enjoys doing it), and knows that she has to give consent to something to actually do it. She remembers being incredibly afraid of dying, and specifically of dying alone, unnoticed, with no one to mourn her. It's made doubly bad with the knowledge of her own chronic illness, her frailty, all of it making it feel like there's something wrong with her in ways that go too deep to find words for. Most importantly, she does not remember Pestilence, the Horseman, who has been possessing her for the past twelve or thirteen years. Pestilence is here with her, though, and She doesn't like being forgotten! Uh-oh, Blythe!
Initial Plans: Honestly, this is a post-capitalist society and she's gonna be thrilled to exist in it. It might actually give her the time to sit back and sort through why she feels the way she does all the time. Maybe she can learn that she is a complete person who's allowed to want things and have friends (or at least be weird among a bunch of like-minded weirdos).
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Player Pronouns: she/they
Player Contact: samielherbei on discord
Player intro: hey gamers it's me ya girl cel. i've been here for a while with power lesbian and gun-haver Emerald Sustrai, and now i'm bringing a new OC of mine to play in the cool normal town. a quick summary of her deal is available on her journal. please be aware of content warnings for sickness, disease, chronic illness, death, murder, depersonalization, demonic possession, and abusive relationships.
Character Name: Jessica Richter Blythe, but she prefers Blythe
Canon: OC
Vibes: If you open up the dictionary to "weird girl", you could find a picture of Blythe there. She dresses in loose-fitting clothes that don't show off her form very well (though she'll be on the lookout for sharp jackets specifically) and walks around almost like she's in a daze a lot of the time. She talks like she's looking at everything from a distance and, because she feels fragmented and can't remember why, has problems regarding herself as a person with a life and a personality. This extends to other people, too, because surely everyone else feels this way all the time. She does know how to be a person, and even a somewhat nice one, but she'll need a lot of help to get there.
Memories: Blythe remembers enough to be dangerous, but doesn't really feel the need to act on it. She knows that she hates rich people enough to kill them (and that she enjoys doing it), and knows that she has to give consent to something to actually do it. She remembers being incredibly afraid of dying, and specifically of dying alone, unnoticed, with no one to mourn her. It's made doubly bad with the knowledge of her own chronic illness, her frailty, all of it making it feel like there's something wrong with her in ways that go too deep to find words for. Most importantly, she does not remember Pestilence, the Horseman, who has been possessing her for the past twelve or thirteen years. Pestilence is here with her, though, and She doesn't like being forgotten! Uh-oh, Blythe!
Initial Plans: Honestly, this is a post-capitalist society and she's gonna be thrilled to exist in it. It might actually give her the time to sit back and sort through why she feels the way she does all the time. Maybe she can learn that she is a complete person who's allowed to want things and have friends (or at least be weird among a bunch of like-minded weirdos).
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