Fantasy Of Temptations and Virtues

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Since the beginning, two forces have always been in conflict with the other. Light vs Darkness, Chaos vs Order, Good vs Evil. These two eternal forces were what created the cosmos and all life. However at one point, they became engaged in a ferocious fight the likes of which no one else could possibly comprehend. Worlds and civilizations rose and fell in their wake for eons. Finally, the force of good created a species to help it tip the balance in its favor, as it had been losing to the Dark force for quite some time. The Light's efforts were met with success, but that success caught the attention of the Darkness, whom quickly followed its counter to this location. Knowing it could simply destroy the work of the Light with but a thought, he chose to instead take a more insidious avenue, and planted the seeds of darkness within the souls of some of the Light's creations.


As always, the darkness within those afflicted grew, and soon spread like a disease across the populace. Enraged, the Light savagely struck back against the Darkness. Happy with the response he had elicited from his opposite, he explained how darkness was the strongest force and no matter what would trump the light. With that statement in mind, the Light made a wager. There would be 7 chosen to hold the powers of light, and 7 chosen to hold the powers of darkness. These 14 chosen mortals would compete to see which side could prevail. The losing side would withdraw from the known universe for 1000 years, giving the victor free reign. The Darkness arrogantly accepted the challenge, but with the condition that neither of the primal forces could interfere with the challenge once the mortals had been chosen.


And thus the challenge began. 14 Humans were gifted with powers, unknown to them the true role they played on a cosmic scale. This is where you come in, will you be a Virtue or a Temptation? Every action will have an opposite and equal reaction. Every choice a consequence. Consider your moves with great care, for unlike all else, your choices will not be dictated by fate. Choose well your path, for there will be no going back once your journey begins.

The Virtues:


Courage Avatar Arvis
Hope @NerdyFox
Light @Je Je
Compassion @Blackrose7
Friendship @TheForgottenDoll
Honesty Dumplingboy
Knowledge Left Out


The Temptations:


Fear @BlueLikeATardis
Despair @Cloud Nagasake
Darkness @NanLia
Hate Avatar Arvis
Animosity yuckeroni
Corruption Buckteeth
Ignorance @Hange Zoe

Spoiler: Marks of Virtues and Temptations

Mark of Virtue

Mark of Temptations

 

[Avatar Arvis]

Of Temptations and Virtues (Main RP)
Of Temptations and Virtues (Character Skeleton & Submissions)
Of Temptations and Virtues (OOC)
Of Temptations and Virtues (Discord Channel)

 

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Gonna post some rules here soon

 

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Kyle Costello - Castro St

The street was a buzz with the sounds of hundreds of people Kyle walked down the street with his friends. He could smell the faint scent of liquor in the air from the numerous bars in close proximity to their location. All different types of people were present, the variety was so vast that Kyle didn't know what to call normal here. While both genders were present, the majority was male. The day wasn't overly hot to his standards, but being in the direct sun was making him sweat. To combat this, he had taken off his shirt, exposing his tan skin to the sunlight.

Kyle caught his reflection in the window of a store, and stopped to look at the dark ink decorating his right shoulder. He had discovered this the morning after a very strange dream. Ever since the mark had appeared on his shoulder, everything had changed. It was like he could sense something in people, though it wasn't in everyone. More often, it was a rare sensation. On top of that, he had discovered his talent for fire. Kyle of course had kept this secret, and most of his friends thought the tattoo was awesome, so he didn't remark on never actually getting it done.

His attention returning to him, Kyle turned to see his friends some distance up the street conversing like they didn't even notice that Kyle wasn't present. Tucking the shirt into the waist of his shorts, Kyle ran after his friends. Weaving through the crowd, he almost made it to them before they crossed the street. However, one of the walkers that had attempted to cross the street was too consumed in their phone to notice they had stopped walking in the middle of the cross-walk. The revs of the engines didn't started the kid out of his focus on his phone, and when he looked up, a car was about to hit him.

Kyle didn't hesitate, but rushed into the traffic, sliding over one car hood and launching off another one, rocketing towards the guy, His arm wrapped around the pedestrian, and together they fell the rest of the way out of the street seconds before the dude would have been road splatter. The guy was looking at him, eyes wide and completely lost of words. But then reality came back to the kid, and he looked around at the people that were now gathering around them, murmuring on what had just transpired. The guy checked around, then noticed that he had lost his phone, only to notice it smashed in the street where he had lost it when Kyle had slammed into him.

"Dude, you made me lose my phone?! What the fuck dude?" The kid said, sounding a whole less appreciative than you would expect for having narrowly escaped death.

"It's all good dude, next time I will remember to save the phone instead of the person." Kyle said, picking himself up and massaging the areas on his exposed torso that had hit the pavement.

 

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BORED

location

SAN FRANCISCO, CA

quest log

1. ?

ULYSSA HASSIG

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overview

Summer was never Ulyssa's favorite season. It did not coincide well with her black clothing aesthetic, especially when she was forced to wear suits for the work she had recently joined up with. She had ended up in California on a business trip her boss had dragged her on, as is the burdens of being an assistant to a high ranking official in a company. While Hassig did not complain about the trip itself, it was more of the destination that her concerns lied with. The heat was not something she was familiar with, and if it weren't for the strictly formal business visit, she would have inclined to remove some of her clothing. Unfortunately for her, that would not be a possibility in the foreseeable future.

Groaning to herself, she watched her supervisor greet and shake the hands of his partners. While Ulyssa normally found this work boring and impossible for her to do, she would dare not say a word in fear of her pay being docked. For such dull work, she continued for the sake of her materialistic lifestyle. Her focus shifted from her boss to the door of the filled restaurant, where she began to make her way towards in an attempt to get out of the crowded room for space. Stepping out of the building, she took refuge in an alley between the restaurant and another place to the right of it.

Fishing for a pack of cigarettes in her pocket, she nicked a finger on the switchblade that rested in it. Cursing, she managed to get what she came out for, placing the cig into her mouth and lighting it up. She let out a sigh of smoke, adjusting herself so that she was sitting on the gritty, dirty ground. Using her free hand, she rubs her neck and closes her eyes, the back of her head slowly thudding against the restaurant's wall as she sighs again.

Ulyssa Hassig took the serenity of the atmosphere to collect her thoughts before she had to sneak back in again to follow her boss around. Up until a few months ago, she had noticed a tattoo that she assumed she had received when she had gotten black-out drunk a while back, something she doesn't regret, even today. Before she had more time to think, someone had approached her and pulled the cigarette out of her hand. "Hey, you're on work duty. Come back, I needed you earlier and you weren't there."

Ulyssa stands up abruptly, growing red in the face. "Oh, right, sorry sir. It was just a little claustrophic in there so I-" her boss hushes her, and motions for her to follow him back inside. She rolled her eyes while he turned away, her hands balling into fists as she reluctantly trudged back inside.

 

[NanLia]

Rehearsal had been a bore for Adeline. Being the perfectionist that she was rehearsal was not for her benefit but for those less talented within the orchestra. She and a few others had been invited to join the San Francisco Symphony as a joint effort between them and her own Orchestra to try and draw more attention to the arts. Some participants from San Fran and gone to London and she had come here. The opportunity had been proposed to her, and while she hadn't liked the idea of coming to the United States, there was far more opportunity here for advancement then there was back home.

Adeline spent hours in rehearsal listening to the dismal sounds of her counterparts, cursing her life choices. Playing the same piece hour after hour was dragging on the soul, and only made her dislike those around her more than she already had. Once they were dismissed Adeline returned her violin to it's case, and left the Hall without uttering a word to her peers; not that many had bothered to speak to her. She now had the remainder of the day and evening to do as she pleased, until rehearsal the following day and Adeline went to do what she enjoyed most; watching people.

It seemed like an odd pleasure for one like herself, but she enjoyed watching the people interact with one another; those they knew and those they didn't. Noting the subtle differences between the two. She found herself at a local café, that she went to every evening after rehearsal. She ordered the same coffee and took up the same seat out front resting her violin case on the ground beneath her chair.

 

[gloomAI]

Apparently setting her alarm clock was too much of a task for her drunken self last night because she was now late… for the third time that month. Out of all the jobs Uma could think to get, she just had to get a job at a café. It was never something she saw herself doing in the future, who did? She wanted nothing more than to get a great job at a museum or something like that, making tons of money, and essentially be around priceless art. Sadly, life does not pan out that way.

Uma was now stuck, at least temporarily, selling coffee and pastries to snooty teens glued to their iphones and suited up adults with bluetooths. It was kind of scary how much alike these sea of self-absorbed asshats were, but nothing was more scary than the “coffee lingo”. Sure, she had only been working there a month and could have no possible way of understanding all of the language, but these trends and secret menu items that the café keeps not telling her about was seriously annoying.

Uma came rushing into the café, nearly stumbling into some of the patrons who glared at her, and managed to make it behind the counter to take the next customer.

“Tall, Half-Caff, Soy Latte At 200 Degrees,” one teen boy said. “And a scone as well.”

Once he paid, he moved to the side a bit, allowing the next customer closer to the counter. A scone Uma could understand, but 200 degrees for a latte? Did he have a death wish or something? Who selects a high temperature like that? If you asked Uma, someone was just now being picky just for the sake of it. She nodded her head, her hands still tying the apron around her waist. She grabbed the tall cup and began making the coffee. Well, she was trying. Her mind was frazzled and she swore with the combination of summer heat, the steam rolling from the coffee, and dealing with snooty sounding orders, it was causing her now an approaching headache .

“Late night drinking again?” Greta asked.

Uma nodded.

“I got this, you just get the scone.” Greta said, a coworker of hers that decided to take pity.

“Thank God.” Uma mumbled to her, before grabbing parchment paper for the scone and stuffing it inside the bag.

Greta turned around with the coffee and grabbed the scone from Uma, giving it to the young boy.

Uma glanced around the café, it was of a modest size and was interiorly decorated with rich earth tones. There were only seven people in line a few people scattered around the tables inside and outside. Some were a few regulars: Frank, who was a struggling novel writer; Marnie, who was a professional dancer; Joey was a drummer for an upcoming band she could no longer remember the name of; and then there was this girl who came everyday for a coffee and played violin.

Uma’s never served the girl coffee before, but she seemed a whole lot tolerable than these people in line. She sighed, “Next.”

“Finally, I want a 25 pump iced chai.” A man holding a yoga mat in his hands. There was this yoga studio a few doors down that had a bunch people sitting in this hot ass room and sweat intensely. She had tried it once, but left ten minutes into it from nearly dying from the heat.

If the guy wanted syrup over ice essentially, then who was she to stop him. “Alright.” Uma said. In practically no time at all, she gave him his drink. Her sleeve lifted up revealing her mark; it was curved in a half moon shape with barbed-like tribal design.

“Nice tattoo,” The man said. “When you get it done?”

“Oh, uh…a few years ago. I can’t remember who did it though.” Uma said.

It was a huge blur on how she got it, but she chalked it up to one possibility: Being drunk enough to think get a tattoo would be awesome. She really needed to stop drinking so much.

 

[Misuteeku]

Still quiet and normal for Hikari. She was sitting on her futon, glancing outside the window. Relaxing was the best part of life. For relaxing was calming down and enjoying every single moment on life. Being alone, did have it's many benefits. One was privacy, being able to do something without anyone knowing. Getting her laptop, she reached under her futon to bring it out. Thinking on what to do, Hikari searched up games to play.

Many of them she had no interest in, and other games she already finished. Seeing that it was quite pointless, Hikari decided to look up what was the mark on her shoulder was. The result? Nothing. Not even a single image was posted on the internet which was infamous to having many real life pictures in it. Losing interest already, Hikari ditched the search she was on and went back to games.

(Sorry for lack of content. I ran out of ideas)

 

[Buckteeth]

George woke suddenly in an alley to find some vagabond rifling through his pockets. He flipped onto his feet, much to the man's surprise, and turned to face him. A pocketwatch dangled from one of the vagrant's grubby hands. George realized with infinite horror that the situation, sudden as it was, had actually caused him to frown. Instantly, he cracked a grin, and spoke in pleasant tones to the thief.

"Say there, you've found my pocketwatch! Thank goodness you had the decency to seek me out instead of keeping it like some common crook."

He held out his hand expectantly. The man's eyes flashed to both ends of the alley as he hesitated, weighing his options. After a few seconds, he reluctantly handed George the watch.

"Listen man, I was jus-"
"Bless your heart! Such acts of goodwill deserve more respect in this day and age. Say, would you like a reward?"

The man was confused, but, disarmed by the clown's attitude, slowly nodded his head.

"Excellent! Now how about a magic trick?"

George felt his bones stretch and bend, his mouth widen, his eyes sink deep into their sockets, his fingers elongate themselves into curled hooks. A few seconds later, the would-be thief ran screaming from the alley. A few minutes later, a clown strolled merrily onto the street.

George had come to 'ole San Fran for the simple reason that he thought he might fit in there. His plan was simple, to live the lavish and wild life of a street performer by day, and hunt the buzzkills by night. The ones who made life no fun for anyone but themselves. Just thinking of them made him angry. He caught himself before his smile was lost, and focused on the steps of beginning his day. First came breakfast. He spied a fine looking coffee shop and moved to enter. Patting his pockets in anticipation, he suddenly stopped outside the doors of the brewhouse. He quickly took inventory and found he had not a cent to his name. He laughed at his own blunder and looked longingly at the patrons of the restaurant. The businesspeople, kids, and...violinists? Snapping himself out of his reverie, he removed his hat. Walking towards the edge of the sidewalk, he turned so he faced the coffee shop and set his hat upside-down onto the pavement in front him. Then, without further ado, he launched into his routine. He flipped and turned in a ragdoll-like fashion, falling and stumbling many times, but purposefully and in a comedic fashion. And all with the goofy grin plastered to his face.

 

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After saving the ungrateful welp earlier, Kyle and his friends had enjoyed looking through the various shops and bars on both Market Street and Castro. Kyle was sporting his new accessories from the HRC, which he had always wanted to visit but never had the chance. The group was meandering around when the inviting aroma of coffee and treats wafted through the air. Kyle saw a smallish cafe on the corner and mentioned it. With an all-around yes, they moved towards the cafe.

There was a clown performing in front of the shop, and a small crowd had gathered to watch and tip him in the recepticle on the ground. As they neared, Kyle felt his mark prickle unpleasantly as he drew closer to the clown, but he waved it off thinking it might be from the sweat that was now making his bare chest and back shine. The group watched for a few moments before passing through to the shop. Kyle reached into his pocket and tipped the clown a $5 before joining the group and walking into the cafe.

The sensation in his shoulder didn't abate, instead it got worse, like hundreds of needles were poking his skin constantly. Rubbing the shoulder, Kyle realized it was the one where the mark was now. That was where the pain was coming from. Mystified, Kyle looked around. There was a decent amount of people in the cafe, with more coming in after watching the performance outside. However, the line to the counter moved quickly, and before he knew it, he was at the counter.

A young woman was there and he gave his order, "Ummm, yeah I would like some water please. And maybe an apple turnover too." Kyle said, though he winced when he moved to hand the woman money as his mark flared white hot for a moment.

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[NanLia]

Adeline was surprised to find her normal café quite the busy affair this afternoon, attracting all kinds of visitors. Crowds didn't bother her, she was good at keeping to herself, avoiding contact whenever possible. She idly sipped at her coffee as she watched the people come and go, most were simply passing through, here to get their beloved beverages before heading off to their next event. She always like to think of what they could be doing, where they had come from, where they were going. Not that she would ever ask them, she didn't really care enough to, just simple thoughts to occupy her time.

At some point a crowd was forming not far from the table where she sat in the shade. She frowned slightly, eyes turning she shifted in her seat to see what would cause the disturbance only to find a clown performing in the street for money. She arched a delicately manicured eyebrow watching the costumed man perform his cartoon like performance enlisting riotous laughter from the crowd followed by clapping. Some would move off, after depositing coin, while others lingered to continue watching.

Adeline wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the performer and his antics. He certainly did draw attention, but for what cause? Could he not simply find employment like any other person? Eyes narrowed as she watched the performance continue, seeming neither offended or impressed by the clown's actions.

 

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When the yoga man left with his syrup in a cup, Uma pulled her sleeve down to cover the tattoo. She always felt a bit self-conscious about people noticing the mark on her lower right arm; was it out of shame? She was not sure, but it did not help that she could not even remotely understand what her drunken mind was thinking choosing this mark. What did it even mean? Why did she choose it? Was she ever into tribal prints? So many questions, too little answers.

Uma moved into a daze, filling cups of coffee with varying degrees of complexity and quickly moving down the line of caffeine addicts, which consisted of mostly walking-talking stereotypes that seemed to visit the café on the daily basis.

“Small black coffee, please.” One customer asked.

Uma gave a small nod, grabbed a cup, and began to pour the dark liquid. Halfway through, the door opened with a small group. A sharp jab rippled through her arm causing her to slosh the coffee pitcher before she set it back down. A wet splat hit the floor of the wasted liquid. Greta rolled her eyes and grabbed the mop to clean the mess. Uma, bewildered, gave the customer their coffee before clutching her arm as it seemed to throb. She lifted her sleeve down her arm to check it over; nothing seemed abnormal besides the mark being there.

“What the hell?” Uma mumbled while she pushed the sleeve back down. It still throbbed, almost painfully.

She did not get a chance to dwell much on it before the next customer came up. Water and apple turnover. Easiest order of the day. She quickly grabbed a turnover from the tray beside her and reached behind her for the bottled water in the fridge.

“Three dollars is your total.” Uma said.

When he went to give her the money, he looked pained.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she grabbed the money, her fingers brushing his. The throb on her arm intensified at the touch. It felt like all the muscles in her arm were having a spasm. Uma quickly collected the money, gave him his change, and pushed the items he needed to him for him to grab. She possibly may have done it a bit roughly.

“Thank you. Come again.” She managed to get out before turning away quickly and rushing to the back. What was happening?

 

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status

INTRIGUED

location

SAN FRANCISCO, CA

quest log

1. EXPLORE SAN FRANCISCO
2. RETRIEVE SUPPLIES
3. ?

ULYSSA HASSIG

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overview

As soon as Ulyssa entered the restaurant, her boss stopped her with a list in his hand. "This is what I need you to bring to me by 7 tonight. This is your top priority and it needs to be done correctly. Do NOT make any mistakes." Flustered, the older woman took the scrap of paper.

"U-uh, alright sir. You want me to do this now?" He nods and waves her away, much to Ulyssa's chagrin. She sighs to herself, turning around and making her way out of the building. She scans the list and spots several things such as boxes of office paper, binder clips, coffee, and many more. Checking her phone, she realizes she has a few hours before her supervisor needed her again. Making note of the current time, Ulyssa goes on to explore the area and see what little she could before she had to work again. Despite the sun and her black suit, she found the heat not to be as severe as it was earlier. She walked down a street, taking in the sights of the San Francisco culture.

In front of a cafe she noticed a street performance taking place, a hearty crowd had taken refuge to watch a clown do his tricks. Ulyssa was not as enticed as the others, however something about the show was alluring.
She was not one for circus tricks, but she decided to stay and watch for a while before she would move on to the next site to see.