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Journals RP-thing   

Journals RP-thing                   

This isn't quite an RP---it's a place for your characters' journal/diary/notebook/whatever entries, a bit like that AE diaries thread on CB from last year. I was thinking it would be a great way to write a bit about our characters backstories---you could write entries where they recount events from earlier in their lives---or just to write their private thoughts and feelings about current events.

FORM: 

Use the form from Who's Here with the addition of an age and a pronoun field.

P.S. Just to avoid confusion, I suggest specifying how long ago the journal entry was written by the charrie and/or how long ago the events it's describing happened (i.e. 6 months ago, 5 years ago, present day). 

submitted by Scuttles , the past
(January 31, 2024 - 9:44 am)

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submitted by Topples, Away to the bottom
(January 31, 2024 - 11:17 am)

Ha! After an extended hunt through the back pages, I've found this thread! Be defeated, evil demons of the cursed topping algorithm!

submitted by Topples
(February 1, 2024 - 8:53 am)
NAME: Winter Aderaine
AGE: 17
PRONOUNS: he/him 
SPECIES: homo lupus
JOB/TITLE: n/a
APPEARANCE: as a human, short messy silvery white hair, piercing ice blue eyes, pale skin, typical traveler's clothes in shades of blue or white, dark boots, as a wolf, silvery white wolf tinged with pale ice blue, icy blue eyes
PERSONALITY: calm, collected, smart
HOME: none, though tends to stick to the more "wild side" of kyngdom
MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: snowy forests, where there's adventure
FRIEND OR MENTOR: his sister Leskie (also knows Celestia, Kalisse, and the other homo lupus charries I made)
ENEMY OR RIVAL: not in particular, but he doesn't really like Nobyls nor Catastrophe
FAVORITE POSSESSION OR OBJECT: a silver dagger with an ice blue handle
MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: Take the wild side.
STRENGTHS: very good at combat (close range), surviving in the wilderness and cold
WEAKNESSES: can come off as cold sometimes, a bit of a loner, not that good at archery
BACKGROUND: his sister is Leskie Aderaine, he travels as a means of survival, he hasn't seen Leskie in 11 years
#Winter# (5 years ago)
I sit at the edge of the crackling fireplace, hugging my knees as snow fell softly outside, thinking about Leskie. I know, it's been what, 6 years already? And back then, I was a young child. But I still remember that feeling when Leskie was sent to the boarding school...well, not officially (that happened last year), but still, because of her, well, our mother, who became a teacher at the boarding school and decided that it was easier to just take Leskie. 
I've always wondered why I wasn't taken along as well. But apparently, my father had a different future in mind for me, or whatever. He wanted me to explore Kyngdom. But why couldn't Leskie do this with me? Why did she have to go to the boarding school? When I asked this, my father only shook his head and said how I wouldn't understand and some other thingamajig about telling me when I'm older (I know he'd never tell me).
I slowly get up, reluctantly as the fire was warm and toasty. My father always told me that I was a daydreamer and got lost in my thoughts easily...but isn't it good to have some sort of imagination while I'm at the age where childhood is about to end? 
submitted by Moon Wolf, age lunars, A Celestial Kyngdom
(February 2, 2024 - 1:39 am)

NAME: Altair Seasinger

SPECIES: Unknown, appears mostly human
AGE: Unknown, looks around 18
PRONOUNS: they/he/it
JOB/TITLE: Traveler. Takes on the odd job now and then.
APPEARANCE: Short, with light brown skin and amber eyes. They have wavy dark brown hair in a side shave, with blue dye made from phosphorescent plants, so it glows in the dark. They wear mostly loose, comfortable clothing in dark grays, purples, and blacks with lots of pockets. They wear sturdy, sensible boots, and they appear human for the most part, aside from strange flaps and slits on their neck that look like gills. They carry a satchel with their few belongings over one shoulder, a coil of rope over the other, and are accompanied by a baby drake they named Delta. More information about Delta in the “other” section at the bottom.
PERSONALITY: Determined, independent, friendly enough, relatively cautious, thoroughly silly by intention, with an affinity for animals, plants, and water, and thinks he's better at puns and wordplay than he actually is.
HOME: He knows nothing of where he comes from. He hopes to find his memories and his home during his travels.
MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: They travel all over the place!
FRIEND OR MENTOR: Delta, his drake companion.
ENEMY OR RIVAL: None yet. They try to avoid making enemies. They’re unsure where they stand on the Catastrophe/rebels conflict and for now try not to get involved.
FAVORITE POSSESSION OR OBJECT: His long coil of enchanted rope.
MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: He’s still deciding. He’s considering “If you keep your feet firmly on the ground you’ll have trouble putting on your pants”, “If it’s still moving, you didn’t stab it enough” (though he thinks that one is a little violent), “Anything worth doing is worth doing badly”, and “Carp diem”, translated as “Seize the fish” (yes, that’s a reference to a Brandon Sanderson book).
STRENGTHS: He’s quite the musician—he plays most any drum, and he’s also proficient in the ocarina, the kazoo, the recorder from 2nd grade music class, and other basic wind instruments. He’s also quite good at what he calls “sneakery”: moving without making a sound or being seen, picking locks, picking pockets, breaking into places without being noticed, etc. He’s also quite a strong swimmer and a decent cook. 
WEAKNESSES: He has an instinctual fear of gerbils, he’s insecure about his lack of memory, and can hold a grudge for a long time.
BACKGROUND: He woke up floating in the ocean one day, near the shore, with no memory of who he is, his species or age, where he came from, or anything else. He hopes to learn more about himself and uncover his memories as he travels.
OTHER: They travel with a young drake named Delta, who they rescued from a pack of wolves earlier in their travels. Delta mostly has hard, glossy black scales, with purple eyes and purple patterning. They have four legs and switch between walking on all fours or on their back legs. They have two pairs of wings as well, one larger, primary set of wings and a smaller secondary set, but they can’t fly, although they glide sometimes. Altair hopes to be able to teach them to fly. They can breathe a purple fire-y energy thing, but don’t have much control over it so it usually comes out in hiccups, burps, and sneezes and singes Altair’s hair or starts small fires. They have a playful, energetic personality and seem to be quite attached to Altair. Altair partially hopes to be able to find Delta’s family and return them, but also partially hopes that he can’t find their family, as he’s grown quite attached to them and doesn’t want to have to say goodbye to his spunky draconic sidekick. 
~
submitted by Scuttles
(February 5, 2024 - 8:21 am)

Okay, I guess I might as well give this a try! This diary entry is written from the pov of Tyra, from a couple of weeks before the BIG Cadet Academy RP starts.

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It doesn't feel like a very long time since I left home to come here. I like it, I really do. At first I was worried people would be mean, or that I wouldn't be able to keep up in class. But my parents were right (they usually are!) It's nice here. I've met so many great people. I can't believe how much time it's been. If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have learned so much, or gotten to know the forests and gardens around the academy, or met Aurora.  She's the best friend I've ever had. I admire her so much.

I've been thinking a lot about Colin lately. He's a boy here in the academy. I think he's a little older than me, and I don't know him very well, but I just feel like... he's nice, and he would understand me in a way most people don't. If we got into a conversation we could probably find a lot to talk about together. Nobody suspects this, but... I think maybe I have a crush on him.

 

submitted by Poinsettia
(March 26, 2024 - 8:41 pm)

I sorta forgot about this RP... Oops. This was written by Altair recently but describes events happening about 6 months ago.

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I woke up one day in the ocean. Floating on my back. Staring up at the sky. I remember it was bright blue, with the sun shining and a couple of clouds drifting lazily by. At first, I didn't realize anything was wrong. Just staring up at the bright blue. Then it hit me, all at once, that everything was wrong. I had no memories of who I was or how id gotten there. I remember starting up, spluttering, coughing water out of my mouth. I took in my surroundings, treading water. I was near a sandy beach, in the shallows, the sandy bottom just a little too deep fore to stand. I remember floundering my way back to shore, sitting on the sand to dry out. I was wearing boots and loose clothing, and I had a satchel. The only thing in it was this waterlogged journal. The only writing in it was on the inside of the cover, and it looked like it was maybe the name of whoever has owned it. It was smudged from the water, but it looked like the first name might say "altair" or something like that. The last name was smudged beyond recognition. 

submitted by Scuttles
(March 28, 2024 - 9:53 am)
submitted by toppity
(April 23, 2024 - 11:29 am)

A bit from Relven's perspective, a couple of weeks before the BCA RP starts~

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It was late afternoon, and for once, it was sunny. Also for once, Relven didn't have anything to do. He had wandered out to the deserted amphitheater, and leaned against its outer wall, safe in the knowledge that no one was watching him. A soft breeze caught against him, and the air quivered with amber light. Everything was very peaceful, from here down the sweep of grass to where the sunlight was splashing against the walls of the academy. Very still. Rel relaxed into the afternoon, letting his thoughts wander with the breezes.

A bit beyond here were the archery fields. "How the heck are you so good at archery?" one of his friends had asked him. Well, how could I not be, Rel thought. At the age of ten or eleven, he'd spent full afternoons outside, practicing archery and swordfighting with his older cousin, who was on vacation from this same academy. It hadn't really been a choice. Not even coming here had been a choice, he reflected; it was just what was obviously going to happen. He'd never considered that it wasn't necessary. Of course he was going to be a Valiant, of course he was going to help Catastrophe. What else?

And they all thought he was the popular, talented, incredible boy without a fear or a worry in the world, even his enemies (especially his enemies...?). And that wasn't true. He gazed at the diminishing blaze of light illuminating the grass, pouring warmly over him, getting tangled in the breezes. He did have fears, though he'd never show them. Of disappointing his family; they were Sirions, after all, and they weren't used to being disappointed. Of losing his popularity and friends, of becoming one of those unobtrusive nobodies whom no one knew. Of not being able to depend on his confidence in himself, that was almost always there to support him.

But, he admitted to himself, he could never attempt to rival the brilliance of the sun. So why was he trying? Why was it so important to him to be amazing, golden Relven Sirion? He wasn't just that, he reminded himself, he was more. He knew who he was inside. He knew that he was more than his exterior. In the end, possibly, that was what mattered most.

submitted by Amethyst
(April 24, 2024 - 8:29 pm)