<![CDATA[Court of the Fallen - Not-Canon]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/ Sun, 19 Jul 2026 07:59:02 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[you had me at brrrr]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12278 Wed, 17 Dec 2025 13:00:34 -0700 Neron]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12278 PREMISE: 
- Sunjata runs the local small town bar that's fallen on hard times
- Neron is running for mayor and trying to climb his way up the ladder. They both are dating sisters, but don't know it until they arrive for a multi-day family holiday in a ski lodge. Neron is hoping to win over the wealthy family, but Sunjata seems to be the one effortlessly charming them, so they might be able to strike a deal for success, or find maybe they're with the wrong partners all along. 
PART 1: MEET-CUTE

The heavy doors to the ski lodge close like a sigh behind him as he steps out into the crisp night air, fairy lights twinkling though the glass and framing the cozily decorated reception area within. Having excused himself from the welcome festivities - rounds of spiked hot cocoa and marshmallows, niceties that sound vacuous with each repetition, smiles that start to hurt the cheeks with insincerity - to use the restroom, instead Neron takes himself around to the side of the lodge porch, reaching into his dark coat for the pack of cigarettes he'd promised his girlfriend he'd quit two weeks ago.

He'd not expected it to be this difficult, honestly. Politics is a role he'd been born to play, and that extends to most social areas, but no more so than when he's putting on his best performance to woo the upper crust before election day. They don't appear all too interested in him, though. No, they're more invested in the poor barfly (bartender? bar owner? he doesn't know, he wasn't listening) and his stories, and gods if Neron hasn't had enough.

There will be more days to come, he knows, but for now he just needs a little something to take the edge off. His gloves and a breathmint after will cover the evidence of the bad habit, he hopes, and it's to the distant sound of sleigh bells from a group walking by and the faint tune of baby it's cold outside that he sparks his cigarette and draws deeply on it.
]]> PREMISE: 
- Sunjata runs the local small town bar that's fallen on hard times
- Neron is running for mayor and trying to climb his way up the ladder. They both are dating sisters, but don't know it until they arrive for a multi-day family holiday in a ski lodge. Neron is hoping to win over the wealthy family, but Sunjata seems to be the one effortlessly charming them, so they might be able to strike a deal for success, or find maybe they're with the wrong partners all along. 
PART 1: MEET-CUTE

The heavy doors to the ski lodge close like a sigh behind him as he steps out into the crisp night air, fairy lights twinkling though the glass and framing the cozily decorated reception area within. Having excused himself from the welcome festivities - rounds of spiked hot cocoa and marshmallows, niceties that sound vacuous with each repetition, smiles that start to hurt the cheeks with insincerity - to use the restroom, instead Neron takes himself around to the side of the lodge porch, reaching into his dark coat for the pack of cigarettes he'd promised his girlfriend he'd quit two weeks ago.

He'd not expected it to be this difficult, honestly. Politics is a role he'd been born to play, and that extends to most social areas, but no more so than when he's putting on his best performance to woo the upper crust before election day. They don't appear all too interested in him, though. No, they're more invested in the poor barfly (bartender? bar owner? he doesn't know, he wasn't listening) and his stories, and gods if Neron hasn't had enough.

There will be more days to come, he knows, but for now he just needs a little something to take the edge off. His gloves and a breathmint after will cover the evidence of the bad habit, he hopes, and it's to the distant sound of sleigh bells from a group walking by and the faint tune of baby it's cold outside that he sparks his cigarette and draws deeply on it.
]]> <![CDATA[I'll wear u like a christmas sweater <3]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12248 Mon, 01 Dec 2025 19:20:16 -0700 Charlie]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12248
[say]"Hiiiiii my sugarplum sinners!"[/say] she sings out, voice warm enough to melt icicles as she flips her hair back and angles the camera juuuust right. Her breath puffs out in the cold like glitter someone threw in slow-motion. [say]"Okay, babes, we made it! Winter Wonderland achieved! If Santa doesn’t personally sponsor me after this trip, I’m suing."[/say]

Her jacket—fluffy, oversized, the exact colour of fresh peppermint bark cream—flares dramatically as she twirls, boots stamping playfully in the fresh powder. She gives her viewers a wink, sweeping one mittened hand through her hair so it falls in a soft, intentionally tousled wave that took twenty minutes in the motel bathroom before leaning close to the camera, grinning so wide it feels like she’s personally inviting everyone into the cabin with her. [say]"Okay, ready? You’re about to lose your collective minds."[/say]

With flair worthy of a magician revealing the final trick, she spins the phone around, arm stretched high, nails sparkling like ornaments.

The view fills the screen: the cabin perched beneath a halo of evergreens, snow falling in soft spirals, the whole valley glimmering like someone bedazzled an entire forest. Smoke curls lazily from a chimney belonging to a neighbouring property, the distant mountains dusted in icing-sugar white.

[say]"Tell me this isn’t the MOST Hallmark Christmas mood you’ve ever seen,"[/say] she coos into the mic. [say]"I swear if a hunky lumberjack doesn’t show up with an emotional backstory in the next forty-eight hours, I want a refund."[/say] She pans slowly, letting the full majesty of the snowy world soak into the stream, her breath catching in something close to awe—or at least the closest Charlie gets without adding glitter.

[say]"It’s giving #WinterKweenEnergy,"[/say] she declares. [say]"And babes, I have so many challenges planned you’re gonna scream."[/say] The camera wobbles as she hip-bumps the car door closed, laughter bubbling through her words. [say]"Okay, let’s go see the cabin!"[/say]]]>
[say]"Hiiiiii my sugarplum sinners!"[/say] she sings out, voice warm enough to melt icicles as she flips her hair back and angles the camera juuuust right. Her breath puffs out in the cold like glitter someone threw in slow-motion. [say]"Okay, babes, we made it! Winter Wonderland achieved! If Santa doesn’t personally sponsor me after this trip, I’m suing."[/say]

Her jacket—fluffy, oversized, the exact colour of fresh peppermint bark cream—flares dramatically as she twirls, boots stamping playfully in the fresh powder. She gives her viewers a wink, sweeping one mittened hand through her hair so it falls in a soft, intentionally tousled wave that took twenty minutes in the motel bathroom before leaning close to the camera, grinning so wide it feels like she’s personally inviting everyone into the cabin with her. [say]"Okay, ready? You’re about to lose your collective minds."[/say]

With flair worthy of a magician revealing the final trick, she spins the phone around, arm stretched high, nails sparkling like ornaments.

The view fills the screen: the cabin perched beneath a halo of evergreens, snow falling in soft spirals, the whole valley glimmering like someone bedazzled an entire forest. Smoke curls lazily from a chimney belonging to a neighbouring property, the distant mountains dusted in icing-sugar white.

[say]"Tell me this isn’t the MOST Hallmark Christmas mood you’ve ever seen,"[/say] she coos into the mic. [say]"I swear if a hunky lumberjack doesn’t show up with an emotional backstory in the next forty-eight hours, I want a refund."[/say] She pans slowly, letting the full majesty of the snowy world soak into the stream, her breath catching in something close to awe—or at least the closest Charlie gets without adding glitter.

[say]"It’s giving #WinterKweenEnergy,"[/say] she declares. [say]"And babes, I have so many challenges planned you’re gonna scream."[/say] The camera wobbles as she hip-bumps the car door closed, laughter bubbling through her words. [say]"Okay, let’s go see the cabin!"[/say]]]> <![CDATA[[holiday au] Snowfall at the Toymaker’s Door]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12246 Mon, 01 Dec 2025 08:36:45 -0700 Noah]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12246
The town beyond his door was stirring into its yearly sparkle. Garlands were being strung between lampposts, bells tied with ribbon clinked softly in the wind, and the bakery across the square was already rolling out their peppermint treats for the after-school rush. Every window seemed to hold a warm glow. Hearthfall embraced the holidays the way it embraced everything: gently, earnestly, as though the season itself were a promise.

Noah paused to flex his fingers, the familiar ache of long hours settling into his knuckles. The workshop smelled of cedar shavings and warm varnish, a scent that wrapped around him like a cloak. Tall shelves lined the walls, filled with toys in every stage of becoming—half-painted tops, wooden trains waiting for wheels, dolls with blank faces ready for their first smiles.

At the frost-rimmed window, he could see children racing across the square, leaving looping trails in the snow as they shouted and laughed, released early from their prisons schoolday because of the snow storm. He wondered which one of those running chidlren would get this deer in their stocking.

He returned to the bench, selecting a fresh block of wood. The storm whispered at the eaves, and Noah let its rhythm guide his hands as another creation began to take shape.]]>
The town beyond his door was stirring into its yearly sparkle. Garlands were being strung between lampposts, bells tied with ribbon clinked softly in the wind, and the bakery across the square was already rolling out their peppermint treats for the after-school rush. Every window seemed to hold a warm glow. Hearthfall embraced the holidays the way it embraced everything: gently, earnestly, as though the season itself were a promise.

Noah paused to flex his fingers, the familiar ache of long hours settling into his knuckles. The workshop smelled of cedar shavings and warm varnish, a scent that wrapped around him like a cloak. Tall shelves lined the walls, filled with toys in every stage of becoming—half-painted tops, wooden trains waiting for wheels, dolls with blank faces ready for their first smiles.

At the frost-rimmed window, he could see children racing across the square, leaving looping trails in the snow as they shouted and laughed, released early from their prisons schoolday because of the snow storm. He wondered which one of those running chidlren would get this deer in their stocking.

He returned to the bench, selecting a fresh block of wood. The storm whispered at the eaves, and Noah let its rhythm guide his hands as another creation began to take shape.]]> <![CDATA[Peak Holiday Scandal]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12245 Sun, 30 Nov 2025 21:11:57 -0700 Zavien]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12245
At least he's got a thermos of coffee in the cupholder and Michael Bublé playing on the radio. It's a close second, and he can't be upset when he's got his best friend riding shotgun.

Seeming to hear his thoughts, Sol perks up, his floppy golden ears pointing towards him to earn a doting scratch on the head. The retriever's tail wags, thumping the back of the seat. Zavien chuckles and moves his hands back to the steering wheel, expertly avoiding a massive patch of ice that might have sent less experienced drivers or less capable cars careening off the road.

The thought barely crosses his mind when a large glow of flashing yellow lights peeks through the bleary storm. Narrowing his eyes, Zavien huffs out a breath. [say]"This doesn't look too good, Sol."[/say]

A car becomes more visible on the side of the road and he begins to slow. It's unclear whether it slid off, hit a bank of snow, or if something else had stopped the vehicle, but he shakes his head, trying to peer through the fog for signs of someone while he mutters under his breath, [say]"Who in their right mind...?"[/say]

Coming to a careful stop behind them, Zavien throws on his hazards and grabs his gloves, donning his ballcap for good measure. Giving Sol another scratch behind the ear, he opens the door. [say]"Wait here."[/say]

Cold hits him square in the face, snagging his breath in a cloud of snowflakes just as his boots crunch into the icy road. Shaking his shoulders of the tension trying to build, he shuts the door and makes his way forward to investigate.]]>
At least he's got a thermos of coffee in the cupholder and Michael Bublé playing on the radio. It's a close second, and he can't be upset when he's got his best friend riding shotgun.

Seeming to hear his thoughts, Sol perks up, his floppy golden ears pointing towards him to earn a doting scratch on the head. The retriever's tail wags, thumping the back of the seat. Zavien chuckles and moves his hands back to the steering wheel, expertly avoiding a massive patch of ice that might have sent less experienced drivers or less capable cars careening off the road.

The thought barely crosses his mind when a large glow of flashing yellow lights peeks through the bleary storm. Narrowing his eyes, Zavien huffs out a breath. [say]"This doesn't look too good, Sol."[/say]

A car becomes more visible on the side of the road and he begins to slow. It's unclear whether it slid off, hit a bank of snow, or if something else had stopped the vehicle, but he shakes his head, trying to peer through the fog for signs of someone while he mutters under his breath, [say]"Who in their right mind...?"[/say]

Coming to a careful stop behind them, Zavien throws on his hazards and grabs his gloves, donning his ballcap for good measure. Giving Sol another scratch behind the ear, he opens the door. [say]"Wait here."[/say]

Cold hits him square in the face, snagging his breath in a cloud of snowflakes just as his boots crunch into the icy road. Shaking his shoulders of the tension trying to build, he shuts the door and makes his way forward to investigate.]]> <![CDATA[dire engagements]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12038 Fri, 19 Sep 2025 14:55:17 -0600 Ronin]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12038
Not a cloud in the night sky, the air warm and balmy, the stars dazzling overhead. It doesn't look like rain and it isn't even pretending at being foreboding, making the ramshackle house before them seem quietly derelict at best, but nowhere near menacing. Fuck sakes.

[say]"See if you can add in some thunder and lightning in post,"[/say] Ronin is suggesting to the blonde checking their equipment. She seems obliging enough, but her hand darts out quick as a blade to slap the back of his own as he reaches for one of the cameras. [say]"Ow,"[/say] he hisses, snatching the limb back and shoving it into the pocket of his leather jacket.

[say]"Anyone remember the history of this place? I Googled it a bit before we came but I just got as far as family knifed to death and weird cult connections before I got to the front of the coffee line."[/say] Speaking of which, Ronin turns to reach into the large black van parked before the house (the very same van the blonde is fussing around in) to grab his coffee.]]>
Not a cloud in the night sky, the air warm and balmy, the stars dazzling overhead. It doesn't look like rain and it isn't even pretending at being foreboding, making the ramshackle house before them seem quietly derelict at best, but nowhere near menacing. Fuck sakes.

[say]"See if you can add in some thunder and lightning in post,"[/say] Ronin is suggesting to the blonde checking their equipment. She seems obliging enough, but her hand darts out quick as a blade to slap the back of his own as he reaches for one of the cameras. [say]"Ow,"[/say] he hisses, snatching the limb back and shoving it into the pocket of his leather jacket.

[say]"Anyone remember the history of this place? I Googled it a bit before we came but I just got as far as family knifed to death and weird cult connections before I got to the front of the coffee line."[/say] Speaking of which, Ronin turns to reach into the large black van parked before the house (the very same van the blonde is fussing around in) to grab his coffee.]]> <![CDATA[Maea's Journal]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11253 Thu, 01 May 2025 17:24:42 -0600 Maea]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=11253 319 PC, Longheat –

I have become a person I don't like. Everyone has insecurities and fears, but at some point after my death I began to let mine control me. Looking back on the way I have acted over the past two years show with startling clarity that I have become trapped in a victim-like narrative of my own making, where I avoid facing my fears and emotions and project an image of who I would like to be that is shallow and false.

I want to be open minded. Kind. Generous. Forgiving. Confident. Responsible and self-aware. I want to be calm under pressure, accepting of flaws and mistakes, and willing to learn and grow into a truer version of myself.

What do I fear?
Being abandoned. Being persecuted. Being alone. I fear being forgotten, trapped and robbed of choice. I am afraid of becoming apathetic to people around me, and I am afraid of being hurt by loss, both from heartbreak and death. Ie, I fear pain.

By not facing these things I have begun to project my fears onto other people, acting in the very same way I fear being treated by others, and in doing so I have caused physical and emotional harm to those around me. My thinking has become narrow and rigid. I have become judgemental. I have not been receptive to the feedback from people around me and have repeatedly rejected opportunities to grow and learn from my mistakes. I have not taken accountability for my actions in a meaningful way, and I have not put in action any of my promises to change for the better.

That ends now. From this day henceforth I will change course and take action to work on these flaws. I will forgive myself for being afraid, because that is a normal and human thing to feel, and I will act to take back the control over myself, my emotions and my actions. 
  • I will examine my beliefs for fallacy and bias, and question myself before speaking.
  • I will treat other people with kindness, tolerance and respect, the same way I wish to be treated.
  • I will face my fears and challenge the beliefs they have forged around my identity, abilities and worth.
  • I will adapt my habits towards a lifestyle that is mentally and physically sound.
  • I will keep working with Elizabeth to create new methods for emotional regulation and learn how to face difficult situations with calm and grace.
  • I will apologise for the harm I have done to others and, to the extent that they are willing, strive to make amends and repair what has been broken.
  • I will speak to and of myself with the voice I would use towards a friend, because I am worthy of the same kindness and respect I extend onto others.
  • I will strive to remember that perfection is not a virtue and that it is neither my responsibility or right to change the world, other people or myself towards that end.
  • I will set aside values such as good and bad and explore myself to find the limits of my own comfort, and remain open to challenging those boundaries once I have found them.

    All of these things I promise to strive for, with patience in myself and forgiveness for the setbacks that will come. I promise to keep going no matter how difficult it feels - because this is the only way I can face myself with pride and respect.

    Remember - the only way out is through.
]]> 319 PC, Longheat –

I have become a person I don't like. Everyone has insecurities and fears, but at some point after my death I began to let mine control me. Looking back on the way I have acted over the past two years show with startling clarity that I have become trapped in a victim-like narrative of my own making, where I avoid facing my fears and emotions and project an image of who I would like to be that is shallow and false.

I want to be open minded. Kind. Generous. Forgiving. Confident. Responsible and self-aware. I want to be calm under pressure, accepting of flaws and mistakes, and willing to learn and grow into a truer version of myself.

What do I fear?
Being abandoned. Being persecuted. Being alone. I fear being forgotten, trapped and robbed of choice. I am afraid of becoming apathetic to people around me, and I am afraid of being hurt by loss, both from heartbreak and death. Ie, I fear pain.

By not facing these things I have begun to project my fears onto other people, acting in the very same way I fear being treated by others, and in doing so I have caused physical and emotional harm to those around me. My thinking has become narrow and rigid. I have become judgemental. I have not been receptive to the feedback from people around me and have repeatedly rejected opportunities to grow and learn from my mistakes. I have not taken accountability for my actions in a meaningful way, and I have not put in action any of my promises to change for the better.

That ends now. From this day henceforth I will change course and take action to work on these flaws. I will forgive myself for being afraid, because that is a normal and human thing to feel, and I will act to take back the control over myself, my emotions and my actions. 
  • I will examine my beliefs for fallacy and bias, and question myself before speaking.
  • I will treat other people with kindness, tolerance and respect, the same way I wish to be treated.
  • I will face my fears and challenge the beliefs they have forged around my identity, abilities and worth.
  • I will adapt my habits towards a lifestyle that is mentally and physically sound.
  • I will keep working with Elizabeth to create new methods for emotional regulation and learn how to face difficult situations with calm and grace.
  • I will apologise for the harm I have done to others and, to the extent that they are willing, strive to make amends and repair what has been broken.
  • I will speak to and of myself with the voice I would use towards a friend, because I am worthy of the same kindness and respect I extend onto others.
  • I will strive to remember that perfection is not a virtue and that it is neither my responsibility or right to change the world, other people or myself towards that end.
  • I will set aside values such as good and bad and explore myself to find the limits of my own comfort, and remain open to challenging those boundaries once I have found them.

    All of these things I promise to strive for, with patience in myself and forgiveness for the setbacks that will come. I promise to keep going no matter how difficult it feels - because this is the only way I can face myself with pride and respect.

    Remember - the only way out is through.
]]> <![CDATA[share our dreams and sit our thrones]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8680 Thu, 31 Aug 2023 12:28:45 -0600 Ronin]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=8680
Not the coffin nails pinning his left wing and right hand to the hallowed ground - no, that shit is fucking agony, thanks for asking - but the hit to his pride is prickly too.

He can smell the iron from the nails and the canals nearby, can hear the gurgle and slap of the water against boats all tucked up in bed for the night. Just your average witching hour in Venice, and Ronin is fucked.

By all rights he probably should be burning up, given that he's just inside the gates of the San Michele cemetery, but by all the hells, apparently someone's having a big joke up there because it just hurts.

Snarling against the ache in his bones emanating from the pinned appendages, he tries to get his knees awkwardly beneath him, leather scraping against cobblestone and dirt, and shoots a filthy look into the darkness.

Priests should not be armed with this shit, and he does not appreciate it in the slightest. And as soon as he's free, he'll be giving them a piece of his mind. (And taking a piece of theirs as compensation).]]>
Not the coffin nails pinning his left wing and right hand to the hallowed ground - no, that shit is fucking agony, thanks for asking - but the hit to his pride is prickly too.

He can smell the iron from the nails and the canals nearby, can hear the gurgle and slap of the water against boats all tucked up in bed for the night. Just your average witching hour in Venice, and Ronin is fucked.

By all rights he probably should be burning up, given that he's just inside the gates of the San Michele cemetery, but by all the hells, apparently someone's having a big joke up there because it just hurts.

Snarling against the ache in his bones emanating from the pinned appendages, he tries to get his knees awkwardly beneath him, leather scraping against cobblestone and dirt, and shoots a filthy look into the darkness.

Priests should not be armed with this shit, and he does not appreciate it in the slightest. And as soon as he's free, he'll be giving them a piece of his mind. (And taking a piece of theirs as compensation).]]> <![CDATA[cut our teeth and make our bones right here]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7764 Mon, 07 Nov 2022 13:01:22 -0700 Ronin]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7764
The rain falls in black sheets, muting the sound of his footsteps as he sidles between two storage crates; the steel kind, the ones that either hold stacks of newspapers or Lovecraftian nightmares, depending on the day. Ronin stops here between them, hidden from the spotlights that go lazily roaming overhead.

[say]"I don't see any guards."[/say] This is murmured into the walkie-talkie fixed towards his right shoulder, wet fingers squeezing the buttons so he might speak. [say]"No sign of our boogieman, either. Don't reckon that's a coincidence."[/say]

But of course it's at that moment that something darker than the night ghosts across the dock out of the corner of his eye. [say]"Never mind,"[/say] he tells the talkie. [say]"South side, near the watch tower. Get yourself ready."[/say]]]>
The rain falls in black sheets, muting the sound of his footsteps as he sidles between two storage crates; the steel kind, the ones that either hold stacks of newspapers or Lovecraftian nightmares, depending on the day. Ronin stops here between them, hidden from the spotlights that go lazily roaming overhead.

[say]"I don't see any guards."[/say] This is murmured into the walkie-talkie fixed towards his right shoulder, wet fingers squeezing the buttons so he might speak. [say]"No sign of our boogieman, either. Don't reckon that's a coincidence."[/say]

But of course it's at that moment that something darker than the night ghosts across the dock out of the corner of his eye. [say]"Never mind,"[/say] he tells the talkie. [say]"South side, near the watch tower. Get yourself ready."[/say]]]> <![CDATA[sweet nothing]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7756 Wed, 02 Nov 2022 12:19:31 -0600 Cordelia]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7756
When will you be here? You never told us he was so hot! Delia! Why didn't you tell us? Is he going to propose? Why haven't we heard about him until now?

This was why.

Her family was a bit... much. Close knit, protective, overbearing, and nosy. She loved them to bits, but the eldest Limore was incredibly private. Especially after the last time she attempted to date someone. They hadn't even stuck around past the first Zoom call with her mother. Cordelia is pretty sure that was her father's fault. He'd made a point of cleaning one of his guns in the background and Delia knew it was entirely in purpose. Marcus had made it fairly clear he wasn't a fan of the guy when she'd initially told her parents about him, but it was different this time.

They liked Noah.

At least, she was sure that they would like him. There was very little not to like.

Biting at the cuticles of her right hand, she shifts in her seat, carefully balancing the pie on her lap as they turn down the familiar road towards her childhood home. [say]"Just remember to be respectful and don't listen to a thing Emma and Jane say."[/say] It was probably the tenth time she's said it on the hour and a half long drive from the city, but she can't help it. She's nervous, okay? Cut her some slack.]]>
When will you be here? You never told us he was so hot! Delia! Why didn't you tell us? Is he going to propose? Why haven't we heard about him until now?

This was why.

Her family was a bit... much. Close knit, protective, overbearing, and nosy. She loved them to bits, but the eldest Limore was incredibly private. Especially after the last time she attempted to date someone. They hadn't even stuck around past the first Zoom call with her mother. Cordelia is pretty sure that was her father's fault. He'd made a point of cleaning one of his guns in the background and Delia knew it was entirely in purpose. Marcus had made it fairly clear he wasn't a fan of the guy when she'd initially told her parents about him, but it was different this time.

They liked Noah.

At least, she was sure that they would like him. There was very little not to like.

Biting at the cuticles of her right hand, she shifts in her seat, carefully balancing the pie on her lap as they turn down the familiar road towards her childhood home. [say]"Just remember to be respectful and don't listen to a thing Emma and Jane say."[/say] It was probably the tenth time she's said it on the hour and a half long drive from the city, but she can't help it. She's nervous, okay? Cut her some slack.]]> <![CDATA[last call]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7140 Thu, 05 May 2022 19:26:15 -0600 Cordelia]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=7140
Every night Cordelia kicks herself for not saying anything more beyond the small talk. Never brave enough to ask anything more than how her day was or if the meetings went well. Cordelia knew she was here on business. A week long trip. Maybe longer if the deal went well. Not that the waitress really had any idea what it was that Ms. Kaito did. Other than it seemed really important if the way she was always checking her phone and answering emails was anything to go by.

Glancing up at the clock, Codelia sighs, watching as the minute hand ticks closer to one in the morning. Last call is coming up and with it Ms. Kaito will undoubtedly disappear into the elevator across the lobby, whisked away to the penthouse and out of reach again, leaving Cordelia to mourn another lost chance. [Say]"Might as well stop putting off the inevitable."[/say] She mutters to herself, grabbing her tray and slipping from around the bar, smiling as she approaches the table tucked into the corner. [say]"Is there anything else I can get you, Ms. Kaito? It's almost last call."[/say] Cordelia's voice is quiet in the soft din of the bar, just audible over the classical music that filters through the hidden speakers, honey brown eyes shining in the low lighting.]]>
Every night Cordelia kicks herself for not saying anything more beyond the small talk. Never brave enough to ask anything more than how her day was or if the meetings went well. Cordelia knew she was here on business. A week long trip. Maybe longer if the deal went well. Not that the waitress really had any idea what it was that Ms. Kaito did. Other than it seemed really important if the way she was always checking her phone and answering emails was anything to go by.

Glancing up at the clock, Codelia sighs, watching as the minute hand ticks closer to one in the morning. Last call is coming up and with it Ms. Kaito will undoubtedly disappear into the elevator across the lobby, whisked away to the penthouse and out of reach again, leaving Cordelia to mourn another lost chance. [Say]"Might as well stop putting off the inevitable."[/say] She mutters to herself, grabbing her tray and slipping from around the bar, smiling as she approaches the table tucked into the corner. [say]"Is there anything else I can get you, Ms. Kaito? It's almost last call."[/say] Cordelia's voice is quiet in the soft din of the bar, just audible over the classical music that filters through the hidden speakers, honey brown eyes shining in the low lighting.]]> <![CDATA[don't threaten me with a good time]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=6304 Fri, 08 Oct 2021 14:51:17 -0600 Mateo]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=6304
[say]"Mmm... Buon giorno,"[/say] I grunt, dragging the blankets away from my face. There's no one in bed with me (today) but it's always polite to say good morning, I find, just in case. I roll over, and what do you know, it's the end of the bed and whump, I fall, sheets and all, onto the ground. [say]"Mph... I'm good, I'm good."[/say]

Standing up is a wobbly affair, and I kick over a glass of water - oops - and step on a Lego on the way into the apartment space that is a kitchen-diner-lounge-whatever else. [say]"Mio Dio, what'd I do last night...?"[/say]]]>
[say]"Mmm... Buon giorno,"[/say] I grunt, dragging the blankets away from my face. There's no one in bed with me (today) but it's always polite to say good morning, I find, just in case. I roll over, and what do you know, it's the end of the bed and whump, I fall, sheets and all, onto the ground. [say]"Mph... I'm good, I'm good."[/say]

Standing up is a wobbly affair, and I kick over a glass of water - oops - and step on a Lego on the way into the apartment space that is a kitchen-diner-lounge-whatever else. [say]"Mio Dio, what'd I do last night...?"[/say]]]> <![CDATA[Tinder Bios]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=3364 Fri, 01 May 2020 00:35:56 -0600 Skylark]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=3364 Feel free to take the template and pop in your own bios for your chars (dead or alive) ;D

Name, ##

Ha a reference or silly thing goes here about your character

and other things like emoji's probably bc why the hell not tho idk how those would look on here

ENJOYYY

❤ ✖

Code:
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto:wght@400;700&display=swap" rel="stylesheet">
<div style="width: 500px;box-sizing: border-box;margin: 0 auto;background: linear-gradient(145deg, #dcdcdc, #a5a5a5);border: 3px solid #000;box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px #000000;border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;padding: 50px 50px 50px 50px;text-align: justify;font-family: Roboto;color: #1d2935;font-size: 12px;letter-spacing: 1px;line-height: 15px;"><div style="padding-top: 15px;padding-left: 16px;padding-right: 16px;padding-bottom: 15px;background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241);box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #a6a6a6;">
<div style="width: 360px;height: 360px;margin: 0 auto;background: url('image link goes here') top center no-repeat;background-size: cover;border-radius: 0%;border: 0px solid #2e2c2a;box-shadow: 0px 0px 25px 0px #f1f1f1;"></div><div style="color: #000;padding-top: 5px;">
<hr>
<div style="color: #000;font-size: 30px;font-weight: 700;padding-bottom: 10px;padding-top: 10px;">Name, ##</div>
<br>
Ha a reference or silly thing goes here about your character<br>
<br>
and other things like emoji's probably bc why the hell not tho idk how those would look on here<br>
<br>
ENJOYYY<br>
<br>
<div style="margin: 0 auto;text-align: center;padding-bottom: 5px;font-size: 30px;"><font color="4c805b">❤</font> <font color="d62102">✖</font></div></div></div></div>
]]> Feel free to take the template and pop in your own bios for your chars (dead or alive) ;D

Name, ##

Ha a reference or silly thing goes here about your character

and other things like emoji's probably bc why the hell not tho idk how those would look on here

ENJOYYY

❤ ✖

Code:
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto:wght@400;700&display=swap" rel="stylesheet">
<div style="width: 500px;box-sizing: border-box;margin: 0 auto;background: linear-gradient(145deg, #dcdcdc, #a5a5a5);border: 3px solid #000;box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px #000000;border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;padding: 50px 50px 50px 50px;text-align: justify;font-family: Roboto;color: #1d2935;font-size: 12px;letter-spacing: 1px;line-height: 15px;"><div style="padding-top: 15px;padding-left: 16px;padding-right: 16px;padding-bottom: 15px;background-color: rgb(241, 241, 241);box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px #a6a6a6;">
<div style="width: 360px;height: 360px;margin: 0 auto;background: url('image link goes here') top center no-repeat;background-size: cover;border-radius: 0%;border: 0px solid #2e2c2a;box-shadow: 0px 0px 25px 0px #f1f1f1;"></div><div style="color: #000;padding-top: 5px;">
<hr>
<div style="color: #000;font-size: 30px;font-weight: 700;padding-bottom: 10px;padding-top: 10px;">Name, ##</div>
<br>
Ha a reference or silly thing goes here about your character<br>
<br>
and other things like emoji's probably bc why the hell not tho idk how those would look on here<br>
<br>
ENJOYYY<br>
<br>
<div style="margin: 0 auto;text-align: center;padding-bottom: 5px;font-size: 30px;"><font color="4c805b">❤</font> <font color="d62102">✖</font></div></div></div></div>
]]> <![CDATA[Halloween Hijinks: Voting and guesses!]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=2031 Mon, 28 Oct 2019 08:57:17 -0600 Shark]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=2031
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
The time has come to place your guesses as to who was writing your character for the HHC, as well as to vote for our bonus categories!
  • Guessing will happen on this post. Please post your guess for your character here! Eg: I guess that Ludo was writing Amalia
  • If you guess who was writing your character correctly, you get 50 MP! If you manage to trick the person whose character you were writing, you get 50 MP!
  • Voting will happen on an outside page. Please vote on this form: https://forms.gle/TZdSbycDgir8gGHL6
  • Anyone can vote! That means whether or not you participated in the contest, you can place a vote!
  • Voting and guesses end on October 31, at which point winners and prizes will be announced, and writers revealed!

Participants:
  • Cirago
  • Grant
  • Charks
  • Skylark
  • Odd
  • Lancy
  • Astor
  • Honey
  • Crooked
  • Heather

    Prizes:
    • Participate to the end: 50 MP
    • Correctly guess/fool: 50 MP
    • Most Creative Thread: 50 MP each
    • Funniest Take: 50 MP
    • Best Written Overall: Race specific prize!

    Thanks again to everyone who participated and made this a fun contest <333 And please let me/Honey/Odd know if you wanna see more things like this in the future. And if you're having fun in your thread, feel free to keep it going.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
]]>
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
The time has come to place your guesses as to who was writing your character for the HHC, as well as to vote for our bonus categories!
  • Guessing will happen on this post. Please post your guess for your character here! Eg: I guess that Ludo was writing Amalia
  • If you guess who was writing your character correctly, you get 50 MP! If you manage to trick the person whose character you were writing, you get 50 MP!
  • Voting will happen on an outside page. Please vote on this form: https://forms.gle/TZdSbycDgir8gGHL6
  • Anyone can vote! That means whether or not you participated in the contest, you can place a vote!
  • Voting and guesses end on October 31, at which point winners and prizes will be announced, and writers revealed!

Participants:
  • Cirago
  • Grant
  • Charks
  • Skylark
  • Odd
  • Lancy
  • Astor
  • Honey
  • Crooked
  • Heather

    Prizes:
    • Participate to the end: 50 MP
    • Correctly guess/fool: 50 MP
    • Most Creative Thread: 50 MP each
    • Funniest Take: 50 MP
    • Best Written Overall: Race specific prize!

    Thanks again to everyone who participated and made this a fun contest <333 And please let me/Honey/Odd know if you wanna see more things like this in the future. And if you're having fun in your thread, feel free to keep it going.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
]]> <![CDATA[HH: Rexanna & Adam]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1894 Tue, 01 Oct 2019 08:37:44 -0600 Shark]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1894
Here we go, the world is spinning
When it stops, it's just beginning

The Domiciles

Don't remove the cloth they told you, but it's just a mirror. As you pull it off, you see...well, yourself. Looking closer you see that there's a fly on the mirror. With a frown you go to wipe it off, only..it isn't on the mirror...it's...in the corner of your eye. Wiping it away you cover the mirror again with the cloth and turn to leave the room. Stupid mirror. You'll get rid of it tomorrow.

A hand, pale white with long fingers, moves the cloth from the inside. Followed by a wrist that appears to be broken it's so double-jointed. Crawling out is a malnourished child-like creature, clothed in a white dressing gown with long tangled black hair.

Do you know how long the human body can go without water? You're about to find out.


This Halloween Hijinks thread is for Rexanna and Adam. Occasionally I may pop in to mix things up, but you are welcome to PP the situation as you see fit. Please remember to use the NPC account when you reply, and try to post your replies within 72 hours of each other.
Sun comes up, we all laugh.
Sun goes down, we all die...
]]>
Here we go, the world is spinning
When it stops, it's just beginning

The Domiciles

Don't remove the cloth they told you, but it's just a mirror. As you pull it off, you see...well, yourself. Looking closer you see that there's a fly on the mirror. With a frown you go to wipe it off, only..it isn't on the mirror...it's...in the corner of your eye. Wiping it away you cover the mirror again with the cloth and turn to leave the room. Stupid mirror. You'll get rid of it tomorrow.

A hand, pale white with long fingers, moves the cloth from the inside. Followed by a wrist that appears to be broken it's so double-jointed. Crawling out is a malnourished child-like creature, clothed in a white dressing gown with long tangled black hair.

Do you know how long the human body can go without water? You're about to find out.


This Halloween Hijinks thread is for Rexanna and Adam. Occasionally I may pop in to mix things up, but you are welcome to PP the situation as you see fit. Please remember to use the NPC account when you reply, and try to post your replies within 72 hours of each other.
Sun comes up, we all laugh.
Sun goes down, we all die...
]]> <![CDATA[HH: Amalia & Melita]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1893 Tue, 01 Oct 2019 08:31:53 -0600 Shark]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1893
Running for you life (from Shia LaBeouf)
He's brandishing a knife (It's Shia LaBeouf)

You're walking in the Greatwood
There's no one around and your phone is dead
Out of the corner of your eye you spot him:
Shia LaBeouf.

He's following you, about 30 feet back
He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint
He's gaining on you
Shia LaBeouf


This Halloween Hijinks thread is for Amalia and Melita. Occasionally I may pop in to mix things up, but you are welcome to PP the situation as you see fit. Please remember to use the NPC account when you reply, and try to post your replies within 72 hours of each other.
Eating all the bodies
Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf
]]>
Running for you life (from Shia LaBeouf)
He's brandishing a knife (It's Shia LaBeouf)

You're walking in the Greatwood
There's no one around and your phone is dead
Out of the corner of your eye you spot him:
Shia LaBeouf.

He's following you, about 30 feet back
He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint
He's gaining on you
Shia LaBeouf


This Halloween Hijinks thread is for Amalia and Melita. Occasionally I may pop in to mix things up, but you are welcome to PP the situation as you see fit. Please remember to use the NPC account when you reply, and try to post your replies within 72 hours of each other.
Eating all the bodies
Actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf
]]>