「 BLINK┊ STORAGE 」

「 GENERAL ——— ★ LIGHTS GO OUT AGAIN 」

❝ CHICAGOCRIMES FAZBEAR / " chica " / cisgender female (she/her)

died as a child / twenty months old physically / scorpio

shepherd [HP/leader] of the sanctuary / co-founder & ex-leader x2 / restless spirit

「 RELATIONSHIPS ——— ★ YOU STROKE MY PAIN AND TEMPT MY TROUBLE 」

❝ raven x hostesscupcakes / adopted by xeryus

bisexual / recently broken up, itching for physical contact and open to one night stands or short flings

sister to alcatrazisland, bakshi (adoptive) and michael (adoptive) / aunt of fishbone / mother to many

⅓ phenomemoms / ⅓ three bad bitches / bonded to a red wisp named wine

「 INTERACTION & PERSONALITY ——— ★ SICK HOW WE PRETEND 」

❝ daring, affectionate, selfish, dedicated, impulsive, assertive, possessive.

aggressive, ruthless, jaded, ambitious, independent, observant, direct, social.

— a toxic figurehead since the world did her dirty chica is like a wildfire; unpredictable, in your face, and extremely hot-headed. with an short fuse and a dislike of anything that doesn't match up with her own ideals the phantom makes her mark on this world as a domineering, opinionated, and self-entitled creature. that being said she does have someredeeming qualities. carrying a devoted and protective mind, and the promise of being a loving mother she's the type of woman that will fight with everything she's got for those she cares about, even if she is overly possessive and easily jealous.

「 AESTHETIC ——— ★ BUT WE'RE NOT FRIENDS AND WE'RE NOT LOVERS 」

❝ king cheetah / unnaturally low body temp — like holding a fistful of ice cubes

— a slender wildcat with war seeping into graveyard cold skin, scratches and scars a sharp contrast to the pale beauty. set into her skull are narrow sugar plum eyes shot through with a lighter pupil, and a midline ivory tongue piercing slices through her tastebuds, carrying swirly hot pink accents with it; fastened around her throat is a grassy green choker with a metal loop bolted to the front. chicagocrimes is overall very feminine in both figure and expression and often gives off the look of wearing winged eyeliner in regards to her facial features.

「 MISCELLANEOUS ——— ★ WE'RE JUST TROUBLE, WE'RE JUST TROUBLE 」

❝ medium physically / currently weaponless [prev. fought with an axe] / high offense, extremely low support

will kill if coaxed enough / trained by dollie desserts / basic medicinal knowledge

learning close-quarters combat / ask for injury / no capture / kill / maim

attack in italicized underline or @ account / powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed

pinterest board / penned by pure / pm this account for plots

TO-DO

★ sparring with val

★ private threads; ralsei, pumpkin, arizonacircle, jelloshots, praufyx

★ ambassador visit to dd

★ famine kick off

★ gaia ceremony

★ ooc prompt & wt

"i don't even know anymore." it's not the answer the woman wants to hear. she grits her teeth to express frustration, her bitter disappointment as mind mulls over that key piece of evidence, now but a void. coward, comes a thought. weakling comes another, for anyone to dare take out children, little children of all things is sick enough, but for another to instead ask for one to dirty hands for them is even worse. the woman starts to move forward in favor of pacing the room, in favor of thinking, but then she's caught under a heated glare of his own and as all train of thought goes out the window, she finds herself sticking by the door.

he spits fury, sudden and abrupt, and it's somewhat surprising to hear he of all people go off. she's been . . . pretty quiet about her anger for once. emotion is still heavy but not raw, not bleeding upon tongue and she is blunt, direct, maybe a tad vicious, maybe a bit biting but nowhere near scathing, as scathing as she could be. yet the second his own tage starts to rally, the second accusations and screams blitz from his twilight lips, she explodes too, the girl is nothing less than a hairpin trigger.

teeth bare down upon her and stiffly, chica shoots up from where she huddles to snap her own fangs his way in angered snarl, challengingly. the fur along her back and neck lifts as the room itself prickles, turns icy and glacier like. for violence bleeds into shaking palms, threatens fingers and instant thoughts are to smack him, to drag him to floor and strip him of flesh, muscle, bone but no, no, she can't do that. she won't do that. he may piss her off but she, she can be somewhat decent, she can hold a conversation that doesn't always fall into pummeling fists and tearing teeth when it goes awry. still the beast is not the least bit shy from getting in his face, mere trembling inches away from the other as blood moon orbs narrow upon him, ruthless, ruthless in their pursuit. "first things first; don't you fuckin' dare come after me like that. they poisoned us first, they raided our home, attacked our people an' i— i was thinkin' about fuckin' protectin' us." voice is but a low murmur upon lips, threatening, promising. protection, she was protecting them. for as long as she finds air in lungs that is what she will say, over and over and over again.

and the

sonic the hedgehog aka blue blur aka nyoom lord

❝ A DROP OF MEGAERA'S BLOOD, jealousy is no stranger, anger is her lover. passive aggressiveness bent black and blue, knuckles they weep blood and ruinous mind remains unyielding until very end, death standing, standing still. that is she, and this is reflected in all of her physicality. a tumble of smoke and hellfire and the bitter mumbles of something fearful but poisonous, something wistful but toxic, fury unfolding, anxiety billowing, tugged taut till it snaps, and shoulders they grow heavy with weight of world upon them but her ambition is almost always stronger, mightier. at the end of the day she's but yet another force to be reckoned with, and she refuses to be anything less than.

❝ ORBS OF LILAC, or perhaps twin sugar plum moons, a sharp break in features cut from an impure concoction of fall, of jasper, of sunset, of fire, a fierce orange color that burns, burns. they're pretty, stunning even, but then an abhorrence, a tragedy, has reached into the pits of them and snared their depths long ago, left them dull and glossy so now these eyes are constantly holding their subject accountable for something that has never even happened, accusing, accusing.

❝ DEAD GIRL WALKING, her vessel, her abode. she is but puppet master, phantom who reaps the body of another, makes home under skin and finds war in home. scars lash and cut and mar and ruin, ruin her but she is strong, most certainly no shining diamond but definitely not pearl-like in her pursuits, in face of battle raging on lulling meadowlands. muscles are lean, built, sculpted, and she is a being of rising power, a queen with formidable empire backing her, woman who has spat upon clambering reaper and walks among living, undead, unchallenged. she has lost the key to mortality long, long ago.

( 志向 ) AMBITION

CODEX ENTRY Located in the midst of Vessel Lake meadow is a towering Gaia Tree. Magic imbued within its branches allowed it to grow to sizes many times larger than its natural state. Sufficient nutrient sources from the surrounding lakes sustain the growth and longevity. Even in winter, the tree maintains its summer green. It is unknown why, but the tree has a large opening at its base, and upon entering there is a large, swirling wooden pathway that spirals upwards. The pathway branches into many inner wooden trails leading to crevices and dens all throughout the tree. This makes it a safe, spacious place for a large group to live, secure within its branches.

IN GENERAL the sanctuary is located in a lulling meadow of stretching flowers and sparkling lakes, a pleasant and aesthetic countryside dominating the east. it's ripe with vegetation and the soil is surprisingly decent for farming and gardening, little rows and patches of wild raspberries and strawberries emerging here and there among dandelions and poppies. rain is often and plentiful, the ground wet under foot and wind whips by now and again, carrying the whispers of the dead with it.

THE GAIA stands tall in the heart of the eastern territory. it's a gargantuan and powerful tree of green-pink leaves with wisteria vines hugging its middle, the magic of the spirits and wisps inhabiting it and hiding in its branches keeping it thriving and lively even during the cruelest of winters. the sanctuarians bury both friends and enemies alike under the gaia's roots, though foes do not receive even a gravestone or proper burial upon death. surrounding the tree is a smaller camp of tents and such, given to those who fairy lights and lanterns are strung high up in the boughs of the trees— it's assumed that the energy of the phantoms are what gives off such electricity.

then there's an opening in the gaia, a split to reveal the tree is hallowed out and extends on into a spiral staircase. this branches out into multiple pathways and unveils a complicated network of houses and gardens and all kinds of crevices that the sanctuarians reside along with their spectral family, safe and secure in the source of their religion— a festive villlage wounding into the inner flesh of the tree is at work here. where spirits only showed whispers of themselves on the net of the outside branches, they run wild within. wisps can be seen everywhere too, their multitudes of colors often streaking the innards of the tree walls, walls already well lit under the cluster of fairy lights and the jars of fireflies that are pinned up above.

CINNABAR LAKE at first glance is a beautifully other-worldy lake of wine red. however, this pool holds promise to make those daring to drink from its waters horribly sick! it stands on the right of the gaia and is where most prisoners of war and treason are held, chained to the hard rock surrounding the pool and forced to deal with the elements. it's a smart and passive way of breaking their will should information be needed of them, forcing them to drink mildly poisoned and diseased waters to quench their thirst.

LIMPID LAKE is the largest body of water amidst this meadow. it is icy-hot, pale and clear, a whispering veil of steam drifting from where its center boils and stretching across the grass— however, the top of the water is ghostly cold and clammy. the rip tides are lethal and promise to drown any who do not pay mind, a truth known to those who remain awake at night as all can hear the cries of the poor souls who lost their lives to these depths. thankfully the shallows are safer to wade in and drink from. snowy veined lizards and other little creatures reside in this pool, and are the ones responsible for keeping the lake from being a boiling mass of water and threatening the sanctuarians and wildlife further.

— THE HARVEST FAIR

every month, the sanctuary's community holds a fair in front of the gaia, setting up games and banquets before the tree, where in return the spirits that dwell within it begin to sing a chorus of melodies that members and their allies can dance to. wisps often appear on these occasions, parading around the gaia in a harmonious circle until the sun rises.

— HALLOW'S MOON

an annual fall event where the dead and the living come closer than they are in any other season, the spirits stronger than before. night falls faster and faster until the sun never comes up and the paranormal are pulling the strings under a cherry red moon. with this comes both good and bad spirits, maintaining physical forms and bringing either the best of wishes or the worst of consequences.

— STARRY NIGHT MARCH

an annual winter event. limpid lake allegedly serves as a home to the dead lost to its currents and often times at night, people can hear pleas for help from the drowned. through the steam, one might even see the poor souls fighting the tide. to honor those who drowned in the lake, when the sun starts to set the sanctuary marches down to the lake with lanterns in hand. there, they light them and let them wander down the lake, towards its center where the waters then suck them down. it's a somber time, peaceful and sober compared to most other festivities.

— LIVING DEAD FESTIVAL

an annual summer event. more tba.

— SPRING JUBILEE

an annual spring event. a series of booths are set up for the entirety of one month, like ring toss and paintball. gardening and cooking contests is what kicks it off, and a brief tournament marks the end of it. there will be two events per week between the sanctuary and it's allies, the tournament being the end goal.

— THE HUNT

an old religious tradition that involves capturing enemies and taking them to the gaia, where they would be executed [usually by decapitation] and then buried by the tree's roots. this was considered giving enemies a new life in which they'd come back as spirits and possess the gaia with the already respectfully deceased. just note that there is a difference between murder and sacrifice here in the sanctuary.

— WEDDINGS

love is a beautiful thing here, and it's traditional for the fiances to exchange rings and share their vows beneath the gaia, which will sprout a variety of colorful sentient flowers that whisper the vows of the newly weds. allies and relatives of the beloved couple can be involved, regardless of any clan.

— TRIALS

these are hosted at the base of the gaia for members who break the laws of the sanctuary and unrightfully disrespect their high positions. here, they are given a chance to plead their case and testify their innocence, their fate at the hands of the shepherds. normally, these are only held if the member has broken the laws continually, but exceptions can be made depending on the severity of the rule break.

— MEETINGS

every week, the shepherd hosts a meeting. at this meeting they might discuss promotions, demotions, political matters, events, and other important changes to keep the clan updated. meetings are scheduled every friday. the meetings are held at the base of the gaia and at the leader's house if the gaia is unavailable.

— WEEKLY TASKS

assignments given throughout the week on saturday. the shepherd, or another high position, hosts weekly tasks. during this, they will hand out minor jobs to other members of the clan to keep everyone productive. normal weekly tasks are handed out the first week of a month, then developmental tasks are handed out the following week, with ally based weekly tasks after that. the last week of every month is considered to be the member's and whatever big event is going on.

— SNAKE EYES

every two weeks something will befall the sanctuary, good or bad, and this can range from minor things to major things. it'll realistically affect the sanctuary's health and productions. (ie, animals attacking camp, twisters, floods, food missing, crops dying, restless spirits, etc). linked to prophecies.

— OPEN SEASON

basically when the shepherd calls war on another group. members are encouraged to capture enemies and sacrifice them at the gaia's core, execution style. often goes in hand with the hunt.

opposite personality au?? chica would be far more passive i think?? self confident but quieter, prone to keeping thoughts to self and actually far less social than she is now- a hermit? and,, an uber lazy leader tbh. lazy mom too uhh bad. she's scum. cowardly along some lines, cold, hhhm i don't like her lol.

also i say she's selfish and she calls herself that often but now that i think abt it she?? isnt really. she's actually quite the opposite. chicago is a super opinionated character who has all sorts of ideas and thoughts that are set in stone and unchanging- she cares deeply for family, she's very battle-oriented and she'd rather pummel the enemy into submission then talk it out, etc- but then she sits here and shoulders the ultimate burden by being a leader who acts for the group and not for herself.