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Ayumi

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  • Birthday 02/04/1998

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    Pennsylvania
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    Essential Oils
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  1. Ayumi

    Small Town Mysteries

    “Oh, Mr. Dantes, don’t worry about a bill! Your family is always so kind of me, I was just experimenting with new dye and found a pretty color for your wife. This one’s on the roof! Or is it house?” Jenny called out, muttering only the last part to herself. She folded the shirt up and set in on the table before making her way to the back where Torie and Valkyr were located. Jenny had close relationships with both Valkyr and Torie. If they ever needed something stitched up or wanted to try out a new color, Jenny was the person the went to. She hadn't minded it, though, as creating new pieces of clothing was her passion. Anytime they visited her shop, she was delighted to have them. “Torie! Valkyr! It’s so good to see you guys,” Jenny called out, approaching the two. If Jenny hadn’t a clue where Torie was, she could always count on finding her close to Valkyr. The two had a bond that Jenny couldn’t quite find the intentions of. The way the two looked at each other and spoke to each other made Jenny smile. It was a friendship that Jenny had always dreamed of. “Summer is so great, dontcha think? The flowers are blossoming beautifully down in the flower fields. I think I even saw a marigold, and that orange color is to die for! In both ways, might I add,” Jenny stated, letting out a small laugh at her joke. In the winter when the flowers withered and died, Jenny had been forced to rely on the bark of trees to get a satisfactory color for her cloth. Even then, the brown color reminded Jenny much more of a cow manure brown than a soft, delicate pine cone brown. From the back of Mr. Dantes home, there was a small gap in between the homes that allowed Jenny to just barely see the town square. It was then that her eyes caught sight of the person she had attempted to comfort earlier. They clutched something in their hands, and it took Jenny a moment to realize that it was some type of glass bottle. While she didn’t want to jump to any severe conclusions, she could only assume that the bottle wasn’t harboring cool, refreshing water. “Valkyr, Torie, I think there’s something wrong with that person over there,” Jenny finally said, tilting her head to get a better look at the scene, "when I passed them on my way here, they seemed completely distraught. Now look at them, it looks like they’re drinking alcohol, does it not? I really think we should go help them. I’ve never seen them around town before and I’d hate to see them make a fool of themselves...in a public setting!” Jenny suggested, turning back to look at the duo. She felt horrible for ruining a moment between the two, but seeing people in distress was something that made Jenny’s stomach churn. Jenny couldn’t sit idle and watch this person commit such unbecoming actions.
  2. Ayumi

    STMs (OOC) - Small Town Mysteries

    Oops! My bad, I can edit it 🙂
  3. Ayumi

    Superheroes and villians.. yeah! (interest check)

    Yeah, I’ve also joined other RPs and I don’t think I’d be able to keep up with another one. My apologies 😞
  4. Ayumi

    Hasa Diga Eebowai

    “Twenty minutes? That sounds fine!” Ocealea said, nodding before leaving Echo to finish crafting her bomb. She stood in the hallway outside the engineering room and idly paced back and forth. Ocealea didn’t mind having time to spend alone with her thoughts. It allowed her to conjure up ideas that would certainly aid the party once they made contact with the Crab Cult. Before she could delve too deep into the depths of her mind, Echo reappeared again. Ocealea followed her into the galley making small talk about what exactly would happen once they reached their destination. When she was handed the taco packets, Ocealea had to do a double take. Never before had she seen a taco that was….microwaveable? “I would just like to apologize in advance if I blow the ship to pieces,” she confessed, pulling the microwave door open. Ocealea then carefully slid the packets onto the rotating plate and simply put in the numbers the packet had requested her to. Her heart sank when a loud crackle sounded in the kitchen. Did she really just mess up a microwavable taco? Thankfully, it had just been Echo commanding everyone to make their way to the galley. She let out a shaky breath and continued to thoughtfully watch the tacos as they spun. Soon enough, the microwave began to let out a shriek that alerted Ocealea that the tacos had successfully finished cooking. Ocealea carefully opened the pockets and set them on plates for serving. “That was quite exhilarating! We should do it again some time!” Ocealea said happily, delivering the plates to her comrades. Once all the plates had successfully arrived in front of everyone, Ocealea took her seat, grabbing a fork and knife in the process. In one fluid motion, she took her knife and fork and haphazardly cut into the hard outer shell. “This is a lot harder than I thought it would be,” Ocealea remarked, attempting to pierce the meat and shell so it would stay on her fork. Before she could make any meaningful progress in actually digesting her food, Ocealea was captivated by Itylra’s tale of her homeland. As much as she wanted to feel bad for the girl’s loss, the mention of a cosmic horror intrigued Ocealea. Although she wanted to press Itylra for more information about the creature, she reminded herself that there was a time and place for that, and the dinner table was neither the time nor place. “That sounds tragic, Itylra. I do think it’s amazing how you were both a painter and a writer. I’m sure you have plenty of creative thoughts up there,” Ocealea said, smiling and raising a finger to touch the side of her head. “As for myself, I was born and raised in Terrenus to a clan of witches. I wasn’t able to leave the village until I was about twenty years old, might I add,” Ocealea stated, “I was always fascinated in the art of summoning, which is where my mirror comes into play,” Ocealea continued, motioning her mirror to come closer. She grabbed it and gently set it on the table. “I apologize if this isn’t a very adequate table manner, but I suppose it would be important for everyone to know what I’m able to do,” Ocealea stated. She took a deep breath and focused on the mirror. The edges of the mirror began to glow a bright purple color as the runes seemingly came to life. The glass of the mirror was slowly replaced with a pitch black void of nothingness. A familiar noise filled the room, and Ocealea couldn’t help but let a smile form across her face. Just then, a creature seemingly flew out of the mirror. It was a chicken. “Hello!” Ocealea called out, allowing the chicken to jump onto her shoulder. The chicken wasn’t completely normal, however. It’s normal black beady eyes were replaced with glowing purple ones. “Fret not, I can summon much more than chickens, but I would prefer to wait until we faced a considerable threat, as it would be tragic if I wasted all my energy,” Ocealea suggested. She gave the chicken one last pat on the head before it jumped back into the void. The mirror shook and reverted back to its crystal clear glass. It then levitated up and back to Ocealea’s side. Ocealea sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, seemingly giving up on eating her meal.
  5. Ayumi

    Small Town Mysteries

    Jenny stood in the field of flowers, quietly humming a soothing tune as she plucked the flowers from their soily homes. She had been collecting them in order to dye some of the new clothing she had stitched yesterday. As her time as the tailor of the town went on, she came to realize that life was quite boring without a spark of color to lighten the mood. While she would have liked to venture into the forest for more exotic dyes, the thought of getting lost in its thickly woven branches sat coldly in her stomach. It was then that her eyes caught sight of the edge of the forest, the place where all light was drowned out by the darkness. “I’m so good,” she mumbled to herself, quickly standing up to return to the village. Upon entering her home, Jenny immediately got to work on prepping more of the clothing to be dyed. Her workshop consisted of four metal pots that were constantly filled with boiling water. She carefully set a finely stitched blouse into the water and proceeded to dump her supply of tulips in. “Father! I have a shirt being dyed in my workshop! Can you give it a stir every half an hour to make sure it’s dying properly? I have to go deliver some clothes,” she yelled, hoping her dad would hear her from the kitchen. Before leaving her home, she glanced in the mirror and was pleased to see that her appearance hadn’t faltered while she scavenged for the flowers. Because she was the tailor, it seemed that Jenny always wore the best clothing at all times. Today she wore a bright red short dress that complimented her petite figure. A few extra tulips were placed in her long blonde hair so she wouldn’t forget what type of flowers she had picked that day. Having an agenda was important! Jenny practically skipped through the village as she went along, delivering the clothing that she had stitched or repaired. While she was almost eighteen years old, it appeared that Jenny never really seemed to grow up. A smile was always plastered on her face. As she made her way through the village, her eyes fell upon a figure that sat slumped against a wall. Despite having their face covered with a straw hat that prevented Jenny from making any immediate judgements, the posture of the person allowed Jenny to only assume that something was troubling them. “Hey! You should smile! It’s a lot easier!” She said, leaning down to glance at the persons face. Her prejudice had been right! The person was completely distressed, which was completely unacceptable. “Here, take this! It’s a freshly picked tulip that I think would look amaaaaazing with your hair,” Jenny ordered, plucking a tulip from her hair. She placed it at the person’s feet and let out a small giggle,”I have to be on my way now, but you shouldn’t be so sad. Life’s wayyyyy too short for that,” she suggested. Jenny gave the person one last smile and joyfully skipped away, her mind set on delivering the rest of the clothing “Yoohoo! Mister Dantes? I have the rest of Mrs. Dantes' clothing. I dyed it this beautiful sky blue color that I think would compliment her eyes perfectly,” she announced, placing the shirt on the front table. “Oh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Torie, by any chance? I have Wendy’s ripped pants fixed right up, but I couldn’t find her, so I figured giving them to Torie would be the next best thing,” Jenny called out, praying that she hadn’t been talking to herself this whole time.
  6. Ayumi

    Small Town Mysteries (interest Check)

    Quick question before I start writing my reply @Venus Sprite. Would you like us to post in a certain order or can we just reply when we see fit?
  7. Ayumi

    Small Town Mysteries (interest Check)

    I just wanted to pop in and say that I will have my post up tomorrow morning! I was going to do it tonight but I’m exhausted and I want to make sure my post is top notch so I’d rather do it when I’m energized. :)
  8. Ayumi

    Small Town Mysteries (interest Check)

    Awesome! I was thinking of playing a young tailor who’s a bit ditsy and air headed. However, she’s very compassionate and would do anything to help her town. I think I’m going to name her Jenny. 🙂
  9. Ayumi

    Small Town Mysteries (interest Check)

    Hello! I would love to work on my character developing skills and I do love a good mystery! If you wouldn’t mind having another person join in, I would definitely love to join in. 🙂
  10. Ayumi

    Hasa Diga Eebowai OOC

    I would also like to apologize if my post didn't advance the plot, I figured now would be a good time to develop Ocealea a little bit while we wait for the plane to land.
  11. Ayumi

    Hasa Diga Eebowai

    Upon entering the hangar, Ocealea was surprised to find that there were already four people waiting for her. It seemed these people were actually related to the military in some way, as their uniforms were much more oriented towards what appeared to be more “physical” excursions. Ocealea, however, decided to wear her usual short dress that made it look like she loved indulging in formal events. Luckily enough, she had learned how to walk in heels expertly, and the dress provided enough flexibility as to not restrain her in combat. “Hello! I’m Ocealea. It’s lovely to meet you all,” she said, addressing her companions in a somewhat formal fashion. Itylra, Jigsaw, Echo, and Vorsch were their names, she had learned shortly after entering the hangar. A sort of carefree aura followed Echo, which Ocealea made note of. Itylra, on the other hand, seemed to possess an especially professional attitude. Moreover, Jigsaw was a robot! Ocelea found it extremely intriguing to have a teammate who wasn’t even human. The last member, Vorsch, towered over Ocealea. She smiled bravely and shook his massive hand. Before she could continue to create conversation, the last member of the team entered. Celsi Mary-Anne Whish entered along with four other guards. She hadn’t known that a criminal would be joining the mission. The more the merrier, she supposed. Echo led them through the plane, identifying locations that would be crucial to memorize if Ocealea expected to traverse the area easily. Eventually, Echo began to give them the run down of the mission. The sight of crab people and monsters filled Ocealea with a sense of familiarity. The creatures she had summoned through her mirror presented much of the same, grotesque features that these monsters did. Although she was sure she had never seen a crab that resembled that of molten rock. While part of her did feel bad that these villagers had resulted to such ruthless tactics, she knew that the job was to end this. They needed to be stop before anyone else was converted into their crab cult Finally, the team broke and Ocealea stood idly in the briefing room. She wasn’t quite sure what she was to do now, so she settled to finding where her sleeping quarters were. Eventually, she stumbled upon Itylra making her bed. The same sense of professionality radiated off Itylra, making Ocealea slightly hesitant to approach her. Eventually, she crushed the feeling with a imaginary shoe and made her way to the opposite side of Itylra’s bed. Much to her surprise, Itylra wasn’t savagely rude! Prejudice got her every single time! “You’ll have to excuse me, I was going to go ask Echo a few questions and completely forgot about it!” Ocealea said, cutting the conversation short. She apologetically left Itylra and went off to find Echo. Ocealea had frankly no idea where Engineering was, but she wouldn’t dare give up to easily! “Echo! You’re just the lady I was searching for,” Ocealea said cheerfully, approaching the girl. It appeared she was skillfully working on the bomb she had mentioned earlier. “You wouldn’t happen to know of any literature I could read while we travel, would you? Or if you need any help with anything, I would certainly aid you. If I’m being honest, I truly just want something meaningful to do while we wait. It’s important that we keep our minds in pristine condition before we arrive,” Ocealea stated, smiling at the girl. Ocealea knew she appeared unapproachable to certain people, so it was important she develop the relationships with her comrades as much as she could.
  12. Ayumi

    Hasa Diga Eebowai

    Her mirror followed behind her, a silent companion that had always provided the company Ocealea desired. It was a large circular mirror that boasted a crystal clear reflection to anyone that happened to study themselves in it. Ocealea’s paranoia got the better of her, and she reached around to carry the mirror at her side. These large crowds were indimitating, and the constant threat of someone grabbing her mirror while she wasn’t looking was a situation that Ocealea had always dreaded. The runes she had etched on the border of the mirror some thousand years ago kept Ocealea’s power strong and prominent, and without it, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to live on in this life. It was quite literally her life line. That did come with extraordinary power, however. The creatures that Ocealea had witnessed appearing from the mirror were some of the most frightening monstrosities Ocealea had laid her eyes upon. Since they came through her summoning gate, she was in full control of what they did. It took time, but Ocealea developed a love for the creatures that had saved her life so many times before. It was odd at first, being requested to aid the military in the mission. However, she couldn’t deny the offer and promptly replied with an ecstatic “Yes!” Somewhere in the deep pits of her mind, Ocealea had dreamed of joining the military. This dream had been smothered a long time ago after Ocealea realized that she had no place in the Military with her power. Summoning creatures from external dimensions hadn’t exactly felt useful for the military. However, that was a long time ago. Her control over her power had only improved and the new runes she had been studying had been rumored to unlock more potential in the art of summoning. The feeling was certainly rising in prominence again. The military base came into view then, it towered above Ocealea like a giant peering down on ants below. She smiled and made her way towards the security center. “Hello! I’m Ocealea. I’m here for the briefing on floor 102,” She told the security officer, pulling out her I.D. and handing it to the man. He nodded and ordered her to place her items in the bin for scanning. Her mirror went in alone, and after nothing urgent appeared on the screen Ocealea had been carefully watching, she was given clearance to enter the base. The technology that was present in the base gave Ocealea goosebumps. Never in her life had she seen such extraordinary machinery used, and she could only stand and watch in awe as this new, foreign lifestyle unfolded in front of her. While she had lived in Terrenus her whole life, she had never been so close to the technology her mother had told her tales of back in her village. It was new, and it was amazing. Ocealea snapped back to reality when she realized that time was ticking for her to reach the briefing room. She released her mirror from her side and allowed it to idly follow her as she made her way through the base. Glancing up at the time, she was pleased to learn that she was fashionably early. The feeling of anxiety gone, Ocealea entered Hangar Bay 3, ready for the task that would be soon thrown at her feet.
  13. Ayumi

    Hasa Diga Eebowai OOC

    Your writing is fabulous! I thought it was great :)
  14. Ayumi

    Superheroes and villians.. yeah! (interest check)

    I'll be using an alternate universe Ocealea for this one. She can be the secondary antagonist of the story, if that's alright with everyone. :) I added her DC version to the bottom of my post. She's mostly the same appearance wise, but her clothing has been modernized and I added the crimes she has committed. I'm pretty excited for this!
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