July 05, 2020
02/22/2021 04:32 PM
AC - 2/28
1. How long do members have to sign the weekly?
Members have 48 hours to sign the weekly.
2. How long do members have to complete the Activity Check (number of days and rough time).
They get the week (complete by Sunday) and typically before the event (which usually happens around 8PM est.
3. How often should you be logging into your site account?
Every 48 hours minimum.
4, What is the minimum amount of connections each member is expected to have?
5. What are the writing expectations for writing partners that choose to write Multi-Para?
You should write at least a minimum of 3 paragraphs for each reply/starter and you get a maximum of 2-weeks to reply to your writing partner.
6. What are the writing expectations for writing partners that choose to write Para/Banter?
You should send 4 replies to your writing partner weekly with each reply consisting of a minimum of 5 sentences (one paragraph).
7. What should you do if you feel that you may not be able to complete activity requirements in the upcoming week(s)?
Let a moderator know asap! Make sure that you are caught up on everything though, first.
8. How often are the members expected to participant in an event?
At least once a month.
9. How often are members allowed to make face changes?
10. During a blast, how many posts (minimum) are you required to make for it to count towards activity requirements?
You should post a mnimum of 5 times in a blast for it to count towards activity.
11/29/2020 05:29 PM
Groupwide - 11/29, Letter to self
I know what you're thinking because I still find myself
thinking and feeling the same way. People are selfish. They are
greedy and, unless you have something they want, you will be
pushed aside. There is one thing that I have learned since
returning to Valkery, though. There are some people out there
that are worth the chance. You can't carry the world on your
shoulders forever, no matter how much you may try and tell
yourself that you can. Let them in. Give them a chance. Worse
case scenario, you cut your ties and move on. It's worth a shot.
- - Raven.
11/28/2020 01:59 PM
Groupwide - 11/28, Members
Raven had never been a social person. She made it a point throughout
her life to keep minimimal connections not only because they could be
used against her by enemies, but because she believed that people were
greedy. Rae lived a life of abuse from the moment she was born until she
liberated herself at the ripe age of 16. It wasn't until just recently
that she entertained the idea of having friends. Regardless of this, her
time locked in the bunker with this group has proven to be rather interesting.
She was learning more about them; what makes them tick and exactly what
it is that breaks them. There was one person in particular that she had been
thinking about lately: Wenqian.
She had met him once before this situation; in fact, she had saved him from
Lucy's minions. The bunny f***ers didn't typically need a reason to screw
around with anyone, but she couldn't help but wonder what Wenqian did to get
on their radar. Apparently, he had been around in Valkery for some time, yet
she had just met him a week or so back? It didn't make sense to her in the
slightest, but she was also far too tired to give a f*** at the moment. Right
now, what she needed to focus on was keeping as much energy as she can. If things
go sideways - which, they always do - she will need the strength to fight out
of here. Before that though... she will need to find Raphael.
11/25/2020 09:41 PM
Groupwide - 11/25, Helplessness
It's hard to believe a time that she was ever truly helpless. If we think back far
enough, she certainly was without power and was stripped of all humane rights that
people should be given freely. As a child, she hopped from foster home to foster home
without any real hope of finding herself a family. Little Raven acted like she didn't
care at the time, but being placed in a home and being ripped away just as quickly
was scarring for a child. After a while, she steeled herself. She became the unwanted
child in the orphanage and became the chaotic misfit that no family ever wanted to take
a chance on. This was only one form of helplessness that Rae had experienced. There was
no hope for a life in anyone's family, so why give a f*** and try at all? It was best
to hurry up the process of rejection. That way, she wouldn't naivly create any sense
of false comfort. People were lying and selfish beings. They wanted the perfect child
to show off and parade around like a show pony and Raven was not that.
She spent the better half of two years in the same orphanage and had burned through
more families than any other child before her. Raven had lost count, realizing that it
really didn't matter in the end. That was, until an older gentleman with thick glasses
stalked into the building. He looked over the stock of children before his eyes stopped on
little six-year-old Raven. Without blinking, he declared that she was the one that he wanted.
The social workers tried to inform the old man of her issues, but he didn't change his
choice. Instead, he signed the paperwork, took Raven's hand, and brought her to his limousine
that waited for them.
For the first time in years, the raven haired child believed that her Hell had broken away.
The clouds had dissipated and in her sight was a happy, perhaps loving home that could give
her everything that a child needed. Unfortunately, that feeling only lasted so long as
they were in the vehicle. After an hour long drive they arrived at a large building, two
muscular men waiting just outside. Once the vehicle was parked the old man exited first
before giving the men the go-ahead. "She will be tested with the most recent strain.
Daily injections. I want full surveilance over her cell and, keep her separate. She
doesn't play well with others."
At first, Raven thought this was some sort of sick joke. She, herself, was a little twisted
but... this was taking things too far. She opened her mouth, prepared to ask for the
punchline of the joke until the two large men stepped forward and began grabbing at her.
They were strong and careless in how they took hold, causing reddened skin that would bruise
a few hours later. She screamed, begging for her new father to save her, but he didn't look
back. He never did.
For 10 years she remained locked under the Turbo City Asylum. True to his demands, her father
and lead scientist of the facility made sure that she was injected daily with a strain
of chaos and tested on. Raven did her best to keep her spirits up, to greet each
person that came by her cell a reason to fear her and hopefully, leave her alone for
the day. No matter what she did, she was tested on. She was poked and prodded, placed under
horrific conditions and forced to perform like some sort of f***ing circus monkey. This
bought of helplessness was a feeling she had experienced for ten years but all the while,
she stayed strong. Even if she may never get out of this Hell hole... she will be certain
to make their lives a living Hell. Tit for f***ing tat.
11/24/2020 12:24 PM
Groupwide - 11/24, Riots
Rae was hundreds of miles away from Valkery, then Roslyn, when the Riots broke out.
She was fixated on getting her next contract, limbs tangled up in a delicious man that
fed her every desire. Life was good. Compared to the sh*t she survived back in Turbo City's
Asylum, Raven was living the dream. She couldn't care less what was happening in her
old town. Instead, she consumed herself with the pleasures of a good f***, good drink and good
food. It wasn't until an old contact reached out to her that Roslyn had crossed her mind. She
was resting in the California King bed, sheets made of the finest black silk with her boss
thoroughly exhausted and passed out beside her. The buzzing of her phone stirred her in the
middle of a late night drink, causing her emerald orbs to snap down to the device.
"Someone better be dying." She grumbled to herself, quiet enough not to stir the naked and
sleeping man beside her. After setting her crystal aside she snatched up her phone, unlocked
it with a quick swipe of her index finger, and read the text. Drake, a connection she made back
in Roslyn when she first escaped Roslyn, had reached out to her with a link. An irritated huff
pushed passed full pale lips as she clicked on the link to open up a webpage. The first thing
she saw was the hading scrawled across the top ROSLYN RIOTS - THE END FOR THE CITY?
Now... Raven hadn't cared about Roslyn, ever. She had been used and abused there for the better
half of 10 years so, if the place burned to the f***ing ground, she couldn't be the happier. A
slick smirk twitched upon her lips as she read further. Before she could finish the article,
she felt the man beside her move, his calloused fingertips gliding up her arm as he leaned in,
warm lips peppering along where he had touched. "What are you doing?" He inquired, his gravely
voice like music to her ears. Raven shut her phone off, tossing it carelessly back on the
nightstand as she turned back to her lover. "Oh... just watching the world burn." The dark
haired beauty chimed as a devilish smirk fixed heavily upon her Whiskey-soaked lips before
she placed them heavily against his mouth.
11/23/2020 10:30 PM
Groupwide - 11/23, Change
Raven spent the majority of her life living off the grid; change was a daily occurrence.
She never knew where she would be sleeping or where she would get her next meal, she kept
herself moving because standing still could get herself killed. Life as a mercenary was the
only life she felt she could live. Thanks to the extensive testing at the Turbo City Asylum
for the better half of 10 years, she had gained several abilities and traits that had made
living any form of 'normal' life impossible. Raven had a hunger that could only be quenched
by drinking or injecting blood and if she didn't stay on top of this, she could find herself
rampaging and tearing into innocent bystanders as if they were nothing more than wet paper.
Raven didn't care much for people because she never had the luxury to harbor relationships,
but that didn't necessarily mean she wanted to become a monster, either.
For a good chunk of time, she found herself in New York City. The crime rates were high and the
contracts flowed readily, giving her both the adrenaline rush and the satiation of hunger that
she desperately needed. It was here that she met a man named Beck, a 'handler' if you will, that
had many dangeorus men under his belt. He had countless contracts all ready for the picking
and employed her because of her prowess and skillful completion of kills. Rae grew used to
the simplicity of this transaction. She sought him out and he gave her people to kill. Her
options were bountiful, meaning she never found herself on the brink of losing control of her
devilish hunger. If it weren't for word that Fleur, her long-lost friend, was reigning in Valkery,
Raven may have stayed in New York City. A reunion is what she needed and so, she took on yet
Moving to Valkery wasn't difficult, but adjusting was. Rae no longer had the continuous flow
of people to kill, meaning she was scouring the area almost constantly for some sort of
victim. Raven chose her prey carefully, only taking out the biggest bads as a way to 'level out'
the world. Valkery was swarming with Lucy's minions and although she shouldn't have a problem
taking them out, she realized that killing those men also came with consequence. If she were
to kill too many, the minions and Lucy would direct their rage back on the people she was
quickly finding to be her friends. This meant that she was once again limited in what she
could do and thus, found herself teetering between control and complete chaos.
Most days, Raven wondered if she would ever get her sh*t together. Could she ever break free
form this hunger, or was this a permanency that she would be forced to deal with? So far, it
seemed that she would never be rid of the need to consume. Any moment spent avoiding the
inevitable threatened the lives of those around her. For this reason, she had found herself
an alternative... a human blood bag, if you will, that she chose to not expose. Raven never
needed much but she didn't like the feeling of being so dependent, so vulnerable. Unfortunately,
you can fight against change all you want but in the end, it's going to happen anyways.
10/26/2020 10:32 PM
Activity Check 11/1
Raven had lived in a metaphoric horror film since the moment she
was born. Odds had consistently been stacked against and when she
finally believed that she was going to be adopted into a loving home,
she found herself locked in a cage and tested on like a lab rat for
over ten years. Despite the sh*t-show that had been her life, Rae
made it a point to live freely. She was done being shackled for other
people's gain or amusement and so from the moment she escaped the
testing facility at the age of 16, she did just that. She lived.
It was another typical night in, a bottle of whiskey settled between
her thighs as she mindlessly watched the pictures of the television
flash before her eyes. It had been a long week filled with the typical
chaos that Valkery was known for, causing her to fall in and out of sleep
until all at once, she felt the heavy seduction of her subconscious take
hold and pull her under.
Her eyes fluttered awake slowly, irritated at a sharp prick at the crook
of her right arm. A soft groan in protest slipped past her lips as her head
rolled to the side, curious to the sensation. Her visage was blury at first,
bringing her to blink several times naturally before she could take in
what she was looking at. There were muffled sounds about the room followed by
a melodic beep that occured every few seconds. There was a figure, blurry still
until she blinked a few times and noticed a familiar white coat. The gray-
haired man's face came to view and all at once, she felt the color drain
from her features. This wasn't just any old man... this was The Doctor, the
very one that had led the inhumane tests on her for well over a decade.
Fear gurgled up to the back of her throat as she naturally began to writhe
within her restraints, ignoring the bite of cold metal against her wrists and
ankles each time that she tried to fight against them. A soft gravelly chuckle
escaped The Doctor as he pulled the needle away from her arm, his onyx optics
fixing within her wide, emerald oceans. "Try all you want, but all you are
doing is harming yourself" He chimed, his voice annoyingly cheerful. "I told
you, did I not? There was no way you were going to get away from me. I have
only just begun." The man completed.
Rae snarled, eyes narrowing in on the man. "LET ME OUT!" She bellowed, still
attempting to free herself from the restraints to no avail. The Doctor turned
away from her, the sound of items clinking against one another ringing within
her ears before he turned back to her, a scalpel in hand. Her eyes snapped down
to the sharp knife that glinted under the luminescent lamp overhead. "Don't you
come near me!" Raven screamed, her body still thrashing against the table until
she felt an odd warming sensation wash over her. 'The injection. He injected me
with some sort of sedative', she thought just as her vision began to blur. The
old man laughed under his breath once more, lowering the knife down to her chest
after he pulled down the thin white sheet that covered her bare body.
"There's no use in fighting it. You're mine." And with that, he lowered the tip
of the scalpel down to the center of her chest and pressed down, the sharp pain
causing her to scream internally as dark crimson blood beaded from the puncture
spot. Rae wanted to scream, to foolishly cry out for help but before she could,
she felt the heaviness of sleep take over her and all at once... she slipped away.
10/21/2020 09:55 PM
AC - 10/18
Life is, and has been, one big cosmic joke. From the moment she was born,
she was forced to survive under extreme circumstances. Poked, prodded and tested
on, Raven learned at a young age that people were nothing more than selfish
beings that would do anything to place themselves up above others. Even after she
escaped that testing facility at the ripe age of 16 she had been plagued wiht the
idealization that humans were hopeless. There was no saving them and even if there
was, it was no use. People reverted back to what was comfortable, to what would
give them the quickest satisfaction at any given time. She had moved back to
Valkery for people that one could argue she cared about. Unfortunately, no matter
how hard a person fights, it doesn't mean that things will be okay.
Days and nights were spent battling Lucy's army of twisted psychotic minions. They
ripped people from their homes, many of them being tied up to flag poles or trees
and set on fire. People in bunny masks danced around the screaming victims, the thick
and pungent scent of burning hair and flesh forever engrained in the air of the town.
Raven fought with everything she had to protect the first place she ever truly called
her home. She ripped out the throats of Lucy's followers and did what she could to
stave off the destruction and chaos that ensued. She fought alongside her ragtag group
of friends but unfortunately, there was only so much they could do. There were too
many of Lucy's men, over half of them augmented with the effects of Chaos, creating
monsters that were nearly impermeable to gunfire.
The raven-haired beauty was covered in the ash of human remains mixed with the coagulated
blood of the fallen. She hadn't eaten or slept in days, constantly on high alert in hopes
of turning the tides on this war. It wasn't until the tenth night of fighting that she
realized there was no hope. The longer they stayed, the worse it would get. Raven struggled
with this realization, she wasn't a quitter and never ran away from a fight. In this case,
there were no other options. If she wanted to be any good to anyone or anything, she needed
to stay alive and for now, that meant retreating.
Rae didn't have much to her name and so, didn't think twice about returning to her apartment
to pack anything up. Instead, she made her way to a thoroughly looted liquor store and grabbed
a lone bottle of Jameson. Long alabaster fingers twisted off the top before she brought the
mouth of the bottle to her lips, taking down several shots-worth of the burning amber
liquor before dropping the bottle to her side to take in a breath of air. She rubbed away at
the whiskey that dribbled dowdn her chin with the back of her hand before turning briskly
on the heels of her boots and stalking out of the store. Raven wasn't a quitter. She
didn't want to leave... but she knew that she had to survive to fight another day.
"I'll be back. And when I do, there will be Hell to pay." She growled under her breath
to the air before making her way down the street.
10/15/2020 10:37 PM
AC - 10/11
She was born for terrible things. From the moment she was born, Rae had grown used to being told that she was used to being told that she was worthless, that all she did was ruin and destroy. The dark-haired girl never cared much for the words nor did she allow any of them to truly break through her already thick skin. She embraced the monster that she was painted as, reveling within the looks on the faces of anyone and everyone that looked down upon her as she acted in the way that their minds concocted. Since escaping from the asylum, Raven lived her best life. Without anyone to 'control' her, she prowled the world and unleashed the constraints that her life had been riddled with. Her blood thirst was among the things that made her a monster in the eyes of anyone who came across her path. Typically, she could control it. It was on the days that she had gone weeks without a taste that she really becomes her worst demons.
Living in a big city filled with people wasn't something she particularly imagined for herself. Rae was sociable enough, but preferred to stick to herself because she knew that all people were sh*t in the right circumstances. The only reason she chose to live some time in New York City was because she knew she would have an ample supply of fresh blood whenever she needed it. Only problem was, being free for the first time in her life made her elate with newfound control and power. Playing things careful wasn't nearly as fun as going all out so, she decided to indulge herself.
After a night of heavy drinking, the raven-haired woman found a male suitor interested in what she had to offer. He purchased her drinks all night, no doubt hoping to get into her pants. Rae played along, flirting here and there before promising him that she would go home with him. The man was beside himself, the excitement that had splashed upon his face almost sickening. He paid off the tab and brought her home, his heated lips peppering her throat the moment the door closed behind them. Large hands groped about her body as his mouth trailed up her throat to kiss her lips, a kiss that was short-lived as he yelped and ripped himself back. As he did, Rae's mouth pulled into a small devilish smile,her lips freshly painted with his blood. He dabbed at his lower lip with his forefinger, shock etched heavily upon his features as he looked down and noticed that she had bit him. "What? You don't like to play rough?" She inquired, voice smooth as velvet as she sauntered closer to him.
Her hand flattened out on his chest as she pushed him back, allowing him to fall down into the couch directly behind him. The expression on his face still showed shock, perhaps even a little fear as he attempted to try and tell her that he didn't like playing rough. Raven ignored his words, crawling on top of him and settling into his lap, each of her legs now hugging his torso tightly as she flashed a pearly white smile. "It's a good thing you don't get a say." She hummed, and without warning her fingers tangled into his blond hair, ripping his head to the side before she chomped down into his throat. The blood-curdling scream that ripped from his mouth made her heart flutter, free hand slapping over his mouth to shush him only so that the neighbors didn't call for help. Raven was ravenous, chomping down rather than just suckling from the wound until she could feel the crunch of tendons, hot warm blood gushing like a gyser over them both. The man died in seconds... but she left him only after there was nothing left for her to enjoy...
10/01/2020 11:41 PM
Activity Check - 9/27
Raven had never been a creative person. It was of no fault of her own
because her life had been a constant sleu of fight and survival. Sitting
down and playing around with paints or clay had never really been an option
for her. In fact, to her, there was no real difference between one art piece
and the other. They were as they were: pieces of paper, clay or marble etched
and morphed into shapes and colors. It was for this reason that she couldn't
help but snort as someone called her aside while she was walking through Riot
World; they wanted to draw her, to show her who she really was. "You're funny."
The raven-haired beauty coughed, but stopped immediately at the downtrodden look
that splashed upon the young boy's face. A heavy sigh escaped past her full
lips as she agreed, taking a seat where he had asked her to and allowing him to
'work his magic'. The boy was busy to work immediately, his tiny hands working
seemingly at the speed of light as he dropped one pencil for the next, rubbed at
the parchment with his fingertips and even grunted here and there. Raven remained
silent, only moving as he finally announced that he was done. He lifted the image
off the easle and showed her, his face overwhelmed by emotions of pride and
excitement as he asked what she thought.
Her eyes drank in the piece, noting the intricate lines and shapes, the shading
and details. What he drew was not what she expected; she did not look like a
person and instead, looked like a big ball of abstract shapes with shades of red
and black. Rae tilted her head to the side as if to better digest what she was
looking at, but it didn't help make it any more clear. Out of fear that she would
discourage him, a small smile twitched upon her lips. "Very interesting." Raven
hummed, rising from her chair and naturally grabbing out a few 20's that the boy
attempted to decline until finally, her stubborness won out and he took the cash.
Rae took the image in her hands, offering another light smile to the boy. "Keep
up your work. If this is how you see me now, I am curious to see how you may
see me in the future." She concluded, before turning on her heels and stalking off.
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