Welcome to the (once) Illustrious Cat's Eye,
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Hi there! Thank you so much for showing interest in this group RP! We are looking for 2 more people to join our group for a total of 6 RPers, if you would be interested in joining us please message me a completed character sheet (as seen below) and I will get back to you! Character sheets put in this thread will be disregarded.
Here is some basic info on the RP:
Setting: Prohibition Era, in a fantasy city called Emison based on Chicago.
Genre: While this might look like a run-of-the-mill historical-fantasy RP, but there is intuitive magic within Emison. Give your character a special skill! Can they control fire? Can they move objects with their mind? Can they tell how many candies are in a jar every time? The sky's the limit!
Posts: We're not going to ask you to write a novel every time, but 3 good paragraphs (unless you're having a hard time and need some help) will be expected. Other than that, all we ask as far as posts go is that you're relatively active; if you vanish and we cannot get ahold of you after a couple of days we will move on.
Literacy: Sorry Y'all, but we will be expecting decent grammar in this.
Plot: If you wanna run off and have a side adventure with someone else, feel free! You don't have to roleplay with everyone all the time! There is going to be a general plot, as well as a bunch of 'event' type deals where we're all RPing together, but if your character and another decide they want to go shake up a competing Speakeasy don't wait for everyone to go! The Cat's Eye needs you!
Other Important Info:
-This is a crime based RP, and as such there are going to be darker themes. Theft, smuggling, murder, even some light torture as a means of intimidation. If you're uncomfortable with those things, this might not be the best place for you.
-While we are encouraging darker themes, I'm just going to take a second to stress the importance of consent. Don't just go shankin' another person's character without asking them if that's alright, we're criminals, not assholes.
-Keep the drama IC. We have a discord and we'd love it if you join, but save the drama for the Cat's Eye.
-HAVE FUN!
If you have any other questions/concerns please feel free to message me and I'll answer them to the best of my abilities!
Thanks for reading, hope to see you at the Cat's Eye!
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Excerpt:(2-3 paragraphs of your writing, can be from an RP, personal project, fan fiction, or even made up on the spot! We just want to ensure that all of our writing styles will mesh)
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Name: Jeannie Lombardy
Age: 27
Height: 5'2''
Hair: Chestnut brown
Eyes: Sapphire blue
Ability: Siren Song- she can sway the emotions of people within earshot with her voice alone, though the effects gradually wear off within minutes after they stop hearing her.
Job: Owner of the Cat's Eye
Years at the Cat's Eye: 4
Personality: Jeannie is quick-witted and determined to keep her husband's empire on top, despite the fact that she has little to no knowledge of how the greasy underground works. She is charming and often uses her combination of good looks, charisma, and connections to snag rich benefactors to help keep her business afloat. She is not afraid of getting her hands dirty, and she is fiercely loyal to those who work for her.
Likes: Jazz, Romance novels, when things 'go sweet'
Dislikes: Lazy people, those without loyalty, bugs
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Excerpt: Abigail Wright was many things, but patient was not among them. She stood outside the elevator looking visibly irritated, several evidence boxes floating effortlessly behind her. She huffed, shifting her weight as she watched the floor level descend slowly, but surely. She ran her hand over her face, glancing back at the boxes as if to make sure they were still there, and that there were still as many of them as there had been before. She couldn't help but feel as if she were forgetting something, but no matter how many times she counted and recounted the boxes there were always twelve. It was going to take her hours to pour over all the evidence left behind from the different cold cases she believed might all be connected to her current assignment.
The elevator crept down floor by floor, stopping to gather more people as it went. Thankfully the evidence hall was under the entrance floor, so at least the elevator should have been empty by the time it got to where she was. Well, empty save anyone who had business down in the basement as she had. Though she saw several house elves searching through the seemingly endless hall of evidence she was surprised to find that she did not see a single witch or wizard. She scratched her cheek lightly, she herself was guilty of sending house elves down to retrieve her boxes more often than not as well, she just hadn't known that almost everyone else did the same.
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