hemomancy

WOOOOOO. Hello! The name's neo!

I'm lookin' to make some of that sweet, sweet USD dough.

I make crests and animals mainly.

Whatever you want, I can probably do it!

This is a good example-

Bids for something similar to this, but custom start at 20 USD.

Bids must go up by 1$

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Bid:
Discord:

Last bidder:

Ends March 12th, 7pm USD

Mira ponders trying out for the job, but she already has other job options.

Athri Onfroi Belrose took a moment to realize she was invited, then went off to see if she deemed her clothing to be up to par. Either that, or see if a niece or nephew ruined her fabrics.

A short, simple response was posted just below the missive. It read 'Hello! My name is Mirabella Violet, and I'm interested in this position. I'm quite young, but I'm sure I could learn quickly! I'm usually somewhere in Oren, and wear all pink.'

'The f*ck they doin' over there' Athri wonders to herself.

Skin Name: Gaunt Pirate
Skinner's Username: venclair
Bid: 150 mina

Athri Onfroi Belrose simply shrugged. Alas, it isn't her job to care anymore. Although she did glance over at the old jeweled Lorraine cross that hung above her bed- upside down.

Athri lightly chuckled to herself. This doesn't concern her, but word of a war that may or may not happen excites her nonetheless. "Perhaps there shall be a different war before the impending holy war among the humans."

i just want more dresses

Athri Onfroi Belrose read over the missive, sat in her home in front of a table, that was covered in various fabrics and other items. "...Holy war when?  There always seems to be talk of one happening again... they need to hurry it up. Only a matter of time, I'm sure they know that." She chuckled to herself, walking over to her fireplace and tossing the paper in, watching the edges crisp and darken before returning to work.

this is.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Petrysa Ludovar solemnly shook her head from within her place in the Seven Skies. What seemed to be a small and cozy room that was lit by a fire, tea set aside on an inn table. She felt disappointment in her uncle, and ashamed of his actions, and what he had become. She recalled the last time she had ever seen him was as a young child, some time before he'd been banished from the lands, and the place she had once called home.

"Vy were always my favorite uncle... not anymore, it seems. It is a shame things had to come to this."

And there she sat in that same cozy room, waiting for someone else to arrive for her to lovingly greet.

29 minutes ago, AudTheOdd said:

I can't tell if this is for some form of crazy cat lady Athri or conjuration

well it does say dead or alive

have fun guessing

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Flyers were posted about the continent, all written in the same format.

"Hello, I'm in need of animals. Most work, dead or alive. If they are dead, they must be intact.
I'll give twenty to forty mina per animal, and only need one of each.  It is whatever you're able to get.
Few are off limits. 

Foxes and rabbits are off limits, and are unneeded. Anything larger than say, a bear is also unneeded.
Any others, I'll gladly take.

Send a bird to Athri Onfroi Belrose if you have anything, or find me in Sutica. A bird first is more welcome though."

MC Name:

         neoroseo

Character's Name:

         Cin

Character's Age:

         9

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Wood Elf

Transformed form:

         Epiphyte

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Epiphytes are creatures that were once descendents, transformed into beings made of plant matter due to a Fae plant. Descendents are drawn towards Fae plants, and are lured to fall asleep next to them, which the Fae plant would then cocoon the descendent and remake the descendents body out of plant matter. Afterwards, they look like themselves, but also quite similar to the Fae plant that transformed them. The Epiphyte would have a connection to the Fae plant too, if one were hurt the other would feel it, and the Epiphyte would do nearly anything to protect their Fae plant from harm.

Similar to a druidic communion, though the Epiphyte can only talk to its own Fae plant, no other. Epiphytes can also create seeds of their plant’s species to spread around, but they’re simply normal seeds one would find in everyday life. They can create one single seed of their fae plant that is also a fae plant, if they create a second the first would die and not be able to grow. Epiphytes cannot learn any type of voidal magic, as it’s dangerous to both them and their plant. They can also not regrow limbs if they were to be cut off, but every 50-100 IRP years they can be reborn, taking about an IRP year to regrow fully. During this time, they would be considered a child, and are unable to cast any sort of magic they might’ve learned beforehand.

Redlines

-Becoming an Epiphyte doesn’t remove the curses the original form had.

-Anything a Fae plant feels, the Epiphyte would feel, same goes for the other way around.

-An Epiphyte cannot learn of their death from their Fae plant.

-An Epiphyte can’t have children, their only ‘children’ are the ones that come after the rebirth process.

-A Bonsai Epiphyte is treated like a child character. No ftb’s or magic.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

An Epiphyte’s look varies depending on the player and the choice of Fae plant. It’s all based around the original race and the look of the Fae plant, whether that be taking on the colors of the leaves or petals, or the bark. They have to look similar to their Fae plant though.

This character in specific is a Wisteria bonsai.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         N/A

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand.

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         N/A

Just now, Flayns said:

a drink called pony jar


with coconut rum, heavy whipping cream, and a dash of strawberry syrup, blueberry syrup, and lemon syrup

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no.

Okay so I make a LOT of items, usually drinks and food and stuff, I NEED IDEAS

Friend broadcast went ham with this, but I want to put everything in one place to look back on easily!

Different boozes, flavors, that jazz, are all welcome, including more fun things, like whiskey filled chocolates, which is on my list now!

Just make them reasonable lol

Just now, niya said:

I LOVE THAT ONE HELLO

 

IM GLAD YOU AGREE

Just now, Pomplemousse said:

you are the worst kind of person. 

thank you

butter syrup

Mira nodded her head, reading this as she visited the city. "I w-wonder if Eloise would do it..."
@niya

Athri headed home after hearing the news, her hand clenched into a fist and her jaw locked in place. She only thought of one thing as she walked- the fact she'd never really loved him when they were together. She wouldn't lie to herself as she had used to, but his death still hurt her. Once she got back home, she took a nap, that seeming to be the only way she forgets about the things that trouble her.

Petrysa Ludovar sat alone in her room, the curtains closed and lights unlit. She lay in bed, tears dripping from her face as she sobbed. Grief had left the young woman a wreck, filled with sorrow and pain. Her fiance was missing, having been gone for years at this point, and her younger brother recently killed.

She’d wipe her tears, composing herself as she sat up. The woman looked to her closet, getting up once she felt ready enough. She changed into her yellow dress, putting her fur around her- a gift from her fiance when she was young. She slipped gloves onto her fingers and did her hair as she looked into the mirror. Her fingers gripped the edge of the vanity, only letting go as she pushed herself away from it. She took a dagger before leaving her room, walking out and off into the city of Karosgrad.

She’d walk out of the city, hands clenched into fists as her fingers shook, with thoughts racing through her head. Her gaze was set downwards, watching her feet and where she stepped. She walked out of the city, and off into the forest that surrounded the city. The air was frigid, and she knew she shouldn’t be out there, lest she froze.

A light flurry had started as she thought of old things from when she was young, such as the time her family had hunted a moose in the forests that surrounded Johnstown. A sad smile crossed her face as she remembered the area, filled with wheat fields and thatched roofs.

Memories raced as she delved deeper into the forest, picking up her dress just enough as to not trip. She recalled the time her cousin, Aleksandra, had gotten drunk while visiting Oren when they were barely teenagers, and the time she’d beaten her younger brother in a fight at a Kaedreni festival.

She stopped in her tracks, looking around the area she was in. None was familiar, and she was quite lost. Many of her tracks were covered as the flurry grew worse, leaving her with no way to get home. Her breath grew heavy as she knew what this meant for her, something she wanted but suddenly began to fear.

She sat next to a tree, leaning against it as she looked into the sky, stars shining in the night time. Tears began to flow down her face as her body grew colder.

“I… I’m sorry. I will see vy one day, Archie."

Upon the next day, the woman would still be gone from her home, and would not be returning. Her body sat against that same tree, frozen in the cold with her hands clenched to her chest.

Athri heard word of this, simply thinking 'The f*ck they doing over there?'

Athri Onfroi Belrose signed the response.