03/15/2021 04:07 PM  Activity Check - 3/21 What things in the group do you think need to be changed, fixed, updated, or axed? Explain why you think this. The para writing option doesn't seem to be done as it should for writing requirement. I know there are a few members that I write with that maybe send me a paragraph every 2 weeks which technically doesn't fit in with the multi-para or the para requirement. Is there anything that bothers you in One Of Us? I'm going to sound like a broken record lol. The writing requirement and people not necessarily meeting them consistently. If things need to be changed (e.g., a partner needs to change from para to multi-para) than it should be openly communicated, but requirements should be consistently met.  What parts of the group do you think to need improvement? Beyond the writing requirement part, I think things are going pretty smoothly! What do you think we as mods/I as the creator can do to improve your experience here in One Of Us? I'm not really sure what can be done differently. Maybe a mod can be given the task of checking the Owes List weekly and a warning is given if replies/requirement isn't met? Please list anything else you would like to include below! I think that's all I've got for the moment, but I will be sure to communicate anything else I think of!   0 Comments

03/10/2021 05:12 PM  Activity Check - 3/14 Raven has been through Hell and back. She had been tested on with the experimental drug Chaos (bottom middle) for 10 years between the ages of 6 - 16. While being tested with Chaos, she had endured beatings and was forced to fight against others that were used as guinea pigs to awaken her abilities of lie detection and compulsion. Rae is a 'rough around the edges' type of girl who, for the longest time, believed that relationships made a person weak. Her favorite past time is going to bars and hustling the unsuspecting chauvinstic men who believed she couldn't help her liquor or play billiards to save her life. When she wasn't hustling, Raven was a mercenary that traveled the world taking on contracts from anyone with enough coin. Her life may look slightly different in Invidia, but she is still the same woman who would give her life to fight to survive. 0 Comments

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? 4 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? Only once! 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. 0 Comments

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. 0 Comments

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. 0 Comments

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. 0 Comments

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.   0 Comments

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 another change. 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. 0 Comments

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. 0 Comments

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. 0 Comments

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