Fanatic-Rat

Fugue Species: Gothitelle Age: 52  Gender: Male Description: The co-leader of a clan of renown oracles, the first thing that strikes one about Fugue is an aura of leadership and disdain for fools. With a nearly-omnipresent gaze that condones no nonsense, the middle-aged gothitelle runs things with a sense of professionalism that borders on eerie. That is not to say that he is entirely cold--on the contrary, he knows exactly how to schmooze up clients and stay atop social circles--but his demeanor and position make it clear he will accept no disrespect of himself or his clan. Fugue is a gothitelle of medium stature, showing his age but not any

Since I brought the team back, I've made some changes to what I wished to do for chapter one. On that note, I'm doing some more stories for chapter one and am looking for more cameos. Specifically, I plan to do the tasks Tales from Tabira, Show Me Your Moves, Make a Mon Out of You, Battle of the Bandit, and maaaaaybe Sanitize and Hypothesize. If you are interested in being cameo'd, just post below saying which characters you want cameo'd, what tasks you'd be doing, whether or not you want speaking roles, and any other additional info that would be helpful.

     Close your eyes. Breathe. Focus. Each step was as natural as walking, but I silently repeated the mantra regardless. The world was fading away, the wind against my fur and the murmurings of the gathered crowd seemed miles apart from me, dreamlike, even. I slipped further and further into my trance, like sinking into a quicksand made of feather pillows, and all the while time and space seemed to halt and be pulled back like cheap wallpaper.     That was ideal, or would be for most readings. But for this affair it was not necessary to go so deep. Catching myself, my eyes snapped open, and I thrust my wand out with a flourish. My eyes coul

From Chip (to Cha-Cha): Wow, I heard you fought in the Glennish War! Got any good fighting tips? Cha-Cha: You’re very enthusiastic! I like that. Ok, I’ll share some tips of mine. I think my time as a bounty hunter will be more useful to you than my time as a soldier. The first tip I have is to do as much research as you can. Yes, really. I know it sounds boring, but knowing the options available to you and how others have dealt with a nasty situation can mean the difference between a triumphant victory and getting shipped back to your parents in a box. In fact, I'd say that's more important than power and abilities; those are

Here’s the deal: while I’m not sure if I’ve done enough submissions to warrant it, I’m opening up asks for all my characters and NPCs of my teams Mobster Rollers and Modal Soul. Feel free to post your questions, in character or not, and I’ll try to answer them when I can. Information on characters can be found below. Team Mobster Rollers members and NPCs   Salsa   Bossa Nova   Bou d’le Rreau   Cha-Cha   Son Montuno   “Eddy” Edogawa Ethyl the Therapist Bachata   Cumbia   Ter d’le Rreau (lacking an write-up atm, but this is Bou’s twin sister. More info can be found about her here.

I got tagged again by !Meme-Overlord-CL (https://www.deviantart.com/meme-overlord-cl) . Actually, why isn't it nine facts? I like the number nine, though I'm biased. Rules: 1.) Post the rules. 2.) Post 8 facts about your character. 3.) Tag 8 other characters. 4.) Post their names along with their creators'. 1. Because she doesn’t have a mouth like others, Salsa eats by liquefying her food with strong poison and then slurping it down. Strangely, she still cares about the texture of food, such as liking crunchy or grainy food and things like that. In her spare time, she likes to make different versions of her poison with spices to give foods an extra kick. 2. Salsa has seen

 I got tagged by !SpotBlur (https://www.deviantart.com/spotblur) to do my character Bou d’le Rreau. Rules: 1.) Post the rules. 2.) Post 8 facts about your character. 3.) Tag 8 other characters. 4.) Post their names along with their creators'. 1. Bou is inspired heavily by The Batter from OFF. This is why she is obsessed her demented crusade to kill all witches and speaks in a very long-winded, stilted way. It’s also why I made her name a pun in French (albeit a bad one): ‘Bourreau’ being a French word for ‘executioner’. Likewise, her ‘the earth is calling you’ line is similarly inspired by ‘purification in progr

     It was always Iglooie’s dream to dance in front of a live audience. Well, no, that wasn’t true--it would be more accurate to say that was his dream after he saw Crimson dancing for the first time. But it wasn’t a bad one, he figured. He couldn’t deny there was an inherent appeal to being up on stage, all lights on you, twirling and prancing with a smooth rhythm that kept the audience mesmerized. And when the finale came, he would finish his last move with a flourish and bow. The audience would stand, going wild with cheers and applause. He’d feel proud. He’d feel confident.     So why was it that, as

Bachata Species: Araquanid*      Gender: Female Age: 56 at time of death Description: Salsa’s grandmother on her father’s side, Bachata was everything you’d hope for from a grandmother, and then some. The bubbles on her joints and head often glowed with soft green light, and she often wore shawls smartly inlaid with designs and beads of her own creation. Hardworking and patient, the araquanid ran a simple tailor shop, spinning thread for fever flats with the expertise as when she spun web. She was the one who supported and encouraged Son Montuno to follow his dreams to become a doctor, and similarly encouraged her granddaugh

    The rogue mage was close. Jett could feel it in his bones...and his nose. The scent of ozone pervaded the dry air, charged with a static both literal and figurative that made his hair stand on end. The smell of imminent danger...just how he liked it, Jett thought with a grin. His walking stick tapped out against the ground with small clacks. Concrete, in bad shape judging by the cracks and bumps his stick kept hitting. The target had holed themselves up in an urban area--he sniffed again--an old one, judging by the dust motes tickling his nose.    Jett felt a hand lay on his shoulder, gently guiding him to the right. “This way,R