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    I have an account that I've had since the old days of warriorcatsrpg. All my precious memories and threads are there. Unfortunately I have been unable to log in for quite a while. I finally find free time and decide to do a bit of RPing, only to see that I need to put in a two-factor code to verify.


    "Okay. No problem. I'll just look at the app I downloaded for this and type it in."


    20 failed tries later, I'm frustrated that all of my attempts to input the code have been rejected. I know I put the right codes. I know that I put them in fast enough before they expired. It still keeps telling me I put the wrong code. I can't even go to my account management page to disable the gosh-darn two-factor code thing-a-mah-whatzit.


    Ergo I made this new account. I've linked it to my old one, and tried to see if I could bypass the two-factor code thing by switching to my old account from my new one.


    Didn't work.


    Hence, I humbly request anyone with the authority to disable the two-factor code option from my account. A moderator, perhaps? An administrator? Please, I miss my old account terribly and just want to be let in. My old username is Ribonbon (whose avatar is a bunny). If you can help me with this conundrum, I'd be very grateful.

    Oh, I see!


    If that's the case, I'll keep him as a Stella then. I hate to have to change his fur color, but if that's what I must do.... By the by, I will be keeping his butter and gold fur (if only as faint accents to differentiate him from the other European nobles). I'll just post the newly revised form here for convenience then:


    I do look forward to RPing with all of you!

    Adelaide von Abendroth Bahl



    Adelaide had been up and about long before the sun had risen that day. Sleep had left him early, waking him up three hours past midnight, and no manner of hot drink or soothing tonic would bring him back to the world of dreams. Therefore the young duke was forced to begin his 'day' earlier.


    Not that he minded of course.


    He had debated for a while whether he should read or paint - he settled on the latter choice after much thought. He had read five books on Plato's Theory of Forms (written by different scholars whose different interpretations on the subject was most intriguing) before he had slept last night. Something felt off about starting off a new day the same way he ended one. Something morbid, perhaps? Whatever the reason was, Adelaide was quick to gather his easel and other art tools and went down to one of his gardens.


    His father, the late Duke Albrecht von Abendroth Bahl, had left him a decently spacious estate. It had a few hectors of land surrounding the modest chateau in the center. The majority of his land was artfully arranged in a mixture of flower, herb, and fruit garden. All planted by him and his father over the years. While he personally oversaw their care, the actual maintenance of his gardens were done by Earthen gardeners he had hand-picked. They were well-kept and watered, and thus offered him countless gorgeous scenes to paint.


    That early morning he decided to paint his cherry trees - they were almost at the ripest and were a beautiful shade of red.


    And so he spent his time till dawn peaked over the mountains. His workers greeted him when came out to go about their usual routines. They were careful not to disturb him as he worked on his newest art piece though. "Mahyaps a touch of violet to enrich the shadows on the cherries will do...." he muttered to himself as he painted. He was engrossed in his work, lost to the real world as he poured his whole attention to the landscape he was painting.


    Only when his stomach demanded breakfast did he pause in his work. "Oh." He broke out of his artistic reverie. "Is it time to eat already?"


    By mid-morning he was in town, satchel full of books and journals, and on his way to the castle to help out the other scholars of the kingdom. He was determined to finish all his responsibilities before sundown, so that he might enjoy the big event of that evening with nary a worry. "Good thing I dressed up sharper than usual today." he smiled to himself.


    Adelaide was in the terrible habit of wearing the most ordinary of tunics - ones even poor Earthens would normally think twice before putting on. Often those tunics were stained with some manner of paints and inks. In his defense, wearing his expensive clothes would be foolish given how messy his hobbies always got him looking. Black ink would be impossible to get off of satin blouses and heaven forbid oil paints touch a linen coat.


    Today he wore a slightly fancier tunic, topped off with a shimmering scarf of blues and violets. It wasn't much, but it would do.



    Adelaide von Abendroth Bahl



    He had made a detour to the local bakery and bought a small bag of bread - cheese-filled, a classic. Wisps of steam escaped the paper bag as he pulled a perfectly baked piece from the rest. It crunched against his fangs and yielded the yellow substance hidden inside, delighting his taste buds in a mix of sweet and salty flavors. Adelaide loved eating bread on cold, autumn mornings. Dare he say he liked it more than a freshly slaughtered deer?


    Perhaps.


    His steps were set to a rhythm as he neared the castle, as if dancing to some imaginary tune. Even if he would be forced to endure the dull, droll nuances of the court once he was inside, Adelaide was free to carry himself as he wished outside the walls of the castle. His little dance of a walk got him odd looks from folks now and then, which he took lightly and ignored with a small smile. He was on his second piece of bread by the time he arrived at his destination. He munched contently on his snack as he made his way inside. There he saw dozens of servants rushing about, cleaning and arranging and generally preparing the opulent palace for the ceremony. He offered a few hellos to the ones who passed him by, careful not to bump into one and disrupt the smooth flow of work. He looked around and admired the handiwork the Earthen workers were putting in.


    "Castle never looked better." he said to himself.




    You've made lovely templates. They're really nice to look at - the mobile-friendly versions were a nice touch as well. I'll be using rain and blossoms, thank you.


    By the by, have you ever considered making templates for sign up threads? (i.e. templates people use as their first post in creating a group thread that include: group description, lore/history, positions... stuff like that.)

    Adelaide von Abendroth Bahl




    Adelaide had burned through two journals with his quill, furiously scribbling and jotting down all he had learned about horticulture over the past week. He made note of the techniques he had used on his own plants and mentioned in great detail the results of said techniques. Under each technique he included the advantages and disadvantages to using them, the ideal time to use it, what type of soil to use it with, and what time of day was best to use it on.


    "Use of fruit-compost fertilizer is best for flowers of the lily and rose families. However, bark-compost may compensate in absence of such fertilizer for the lily family. Rose specimens grow slower using the bark-compost variety. Not recommended for roses...." he muttered as he wrote. "Fertilizer must have decomposed for at least six months for better results." Books of botany and other plant-related trivia lay piled on the table he worked on. When he had first arrived in the library, there were but four books to reference from. Now there were at least fifteen.


    He was glad the castle had such an extensive collection of books to read - it was a scholar's haven, truly. His fellow colleagues were scattered about browsing the many shelves of the grand room. Most kept to themselves in their own researches and endeavors, few shared their findings and theories with one another. Adelaide had no like-minded peers in his pursuit of plants and flowers. At least, not with the end-goal he had in mind.


    His plan was to breed and grow the finest flowers, whose oils once extracted would make a beautifully aromatic painting medium for his art. He could already imagine it: a passerby spying his painting of his rose garden, and delighting to smell the actual scent of roses coming from the painting.


    A gleeful smile spread on his lips. "Someday, Adelaide. Someday." he said.


    Some hours passed before, finally, he was finished with his research for the day. There was only a a few more hours before the Ceremony of the Hands began and he needed to keep all his things away. He gathered up his journals and stuffed them in his bag. The books he returned to their rightful places - save nine, which he carried by hand in an almost towering pile. Adelaide wobbled his way out the library and into the main hall. A few concerned looks were tossed at him as he made his way for the entrance. "Easy now. Wouldn't want to drop these..." The young noble would never forgive himself if he damaged even one of these precious books.


    It still didn't stop the servants from worrying, watching the man totter unsteadily with his pile of teetering books. It was only a matter of time till he'd lose balance and send them crashing down on him.


    Not that anyone tried to help him.

    I saw on your list that you're interested in Harry Potter. I've been meaning to create a small group thread about it and was wondering if you'd like to join! Here's the basic premise:


    "The sorting hat has never put a kid into the wrong house for as long as it's been around. Still, when the newest batch of aspiring witches and wizards come to Hogwarts, more than one student seems to have been put into the wrong house. The sorting hat insists that they are where they should be, but when everyone else in their house sees otherwise, the missorted misfits find solace with each other as they begin their first year in Hogwarts."


    I'll invite/recruit a maximum of 9 people as misfits with a few open positions for teachers/misc. students.


    Would you be interested?

    Hello!


    I've been looking for a bunch of fellow potterheads, as I've been planning to make a Harry Potter group RP thread. Instead of waiting for people who MIGHT be interested in Harry Potter, I thought it'd be better to recruit fans of the series instead! Here's the basic premise for the thread:


    "The sorting hat has always put a kid in the house they truly belonged to. Still, when the newest batch of aspiring witches and wizards come to Hogwarts, more than a couple students seem to have been put into the wrong house. The sorting hat insists that they are where they should be, but when everyone else in their respective houses sees otherwise, the missorted misfits find solace with each other as they begin their first year in Hogwarts."


    Where basically a certain number of "misfits" are put into houses that don't seem to suit them (whether by personality, beliefs, lineage, etc...) and try to cope with being outcasts in their own houses.


    I still have to develop some more plot - perhaps make this "missorting" mess into something bigger. Maybe the misfits are sent on some "field trip" that turns into a bigger quest that might explain why they were placed in houses they feel they don't belong to.


    Would any of you be interested?

    That's great!


    Heads up though, I'm planning on using the results of pottermore.com as a basis of what your character's House, Wand, and Patronus is (i.e. I'll ask for a screenshot of your results from pottermore in the sign-up thread). It's not finalized yet, but if you can, please have it ready.


    Welcome to Hogwarts



    The time has come again, it seems. With the start of the academic year comes a fresh batch of youths. All are full of untapped magic, just waiting to be released and refined within the relative safety of the school's prestigious walls. For most it is their first time setting foot in this castle, whose stories and secrets are just waiting to be told - even if teachers advise against it.


    With these hidden secrets lies adventures and misadventures for these little scamps. Whether these endeavors bring honor or shame to their houses is entirely up to them. And of course it is up to me, the Sorting Hat, to put these children into their rightful homes. Since the passing of the founders it's been my job to put aspiring witches and wizards in the houses they best belonged to.


    A modest but extremely important job, I assure you.


    I've seen countless things come across this school. Great heroes and villains were sorted by yours truly - and in the houses where their potentials would be best cultivated! Hogwarts may go through feast and famine, war and peace, but I shall remain as I am till this glorious school finally falls. You needn't worry your little heads about a thing. If I put you in a house, there's good reason for it. Even if you feel like you don't belong there, trust me, you do. I know exactly what I'm doing, child.




    You feel the worn fabric of the Sorting Hat clench gently on your head. "Aha," its gravelly voice echoes. "I see. I see. Oh, this will be interesting won't it? I know just where to put you." And as the hat announces your house, so it marks the beginning of an unlikely quest.


    The question is - can you handle it?


    Decades after the Battle of Hogwarts, a strange phenomenon has forever changed the Sorting Ceremony. It isn't usually too obvious but other students have taken notice of these "Missorts" as they call them. The Sorting Hat randomly places a few unlucky students into the 'wrong house' every now and again. Why it does such a thing, no one knows, and no one can change its mind once its decided. Not even the Headmaster can do anything about the Hat's odd behavior.


    "I know what I'm doing. Those kids are where they should be." would be the Sorting Hat's reply to any criticism it got.


    It's an odd thing to be a Missort. One's loyalty must be to their house, but how can one do that if the house they belong to is the 'wrong one'? Some Missorts defy their placements, others try to fit in. All Missorts have a way to cope. Whether the coping mechanisms are healthy, however, is entirely up for debate. One thing is certain though: there's a reason why they've been placed where they are. It's up to them to figure out why, and what for.


    RULES OF THE THREAD

    ✘ All Hogwarts rules apply (but let's face it, our characters are bound to break 'em)

    ✘ Missorts may belong to different years (i.e. A first-year Gryffindor talking to a fifth-year Ravenclaw)

    ✘ The safe-haven for Missorts is the Room of Requirement, where they can interact freely with each other

    ✘ Romance is allowed, Drama even more so

    ✘ I'm not too strict about the gender ratio, so it's fine if a house has more students of one gender than another

    ✘ The age of your character must coincide with the year they're in; you may have a character older than the typical age range (please refer to this)

    ✘ All students must have a pet
    ✘ Inter-house relationships are fine by me

    ✘ Don't create over-unrealistic characters. If your character is super smart/rich/powerful/magically-inclined, provide a good explanation in your form

    ✘ There are limited spots for Missort characters, so each RPer is permitted to make only one of those

    ✘ In light of having more of them than expected, I will only allow (2) more characters to be Parseltongues

    ✘ Rper's can make a maximum of two characters

    ✘ Pictures used for human characters MUST be realistic

    ✘ As a Semi-Advanced thread, I expect a minimum of two paragraphs made of five sentences each per post (one must have a good reason for not meeting this requirement should the event occur)

    ✘ Please inform me in advance if you believe you will be inactive

    ✘ You must be able to post at least ONCE a day

    ✘ Did you read the rules till here? Prove it. Type 'I am a Missorted' in the "Others" part of your sign up form

    ✘ Feralfront rules apply here (and unlike the Hogwarts rules, we really shouldn't break 'em)

    ✘ No posts consisting of only OOC's. Do that in the Chat Thread

    ✘ The two-character limit MAY be considered if you plan on making a misc. character/villain whose more of a plot tool than an actual character

    ✘ No Mary-sues and Gary-sues; make them as unique as you are

    ✘ Still reading my rules? Type 'There's nothing wrong with that' after the first keyword in the "Others" section of your form

    ✘ Have questions/suggestions? Join the Group Conversation (you're automatically added after joining)

    ✘ Please consult me if you have a major/minor plot suggestion for the thread - don't play it out without telling anyone

    ✘ Have fun

    ✘ Help the others have fun




    POSITIONS



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