Etan Jaeger (Inactive)
Hector De Los Reyes (Inactive)
Towenaar van Aarde
Johann Sebastian Eligius
Chibirias Balam (Inactive)
Margaret Dunne Grier (In Progress)
I'm a pretty simple guy, whose interests have been suppressed for the past four years in the process we call college admissions. From the before-time, when I was still a living human, and not under the influence of High School, I enjoyed Archery, Kayaking, Photography, and recreational Filmmaking.
These days, my thoughts tend towards the moments at the end of the day when I can shut everything down and take a goddamn nap.
Typist's Role Play History
I've been a RolePlayer for a number of years now. Floated around from place to place for a while, and the last site I was on closed down in early 2012. I took a brief break from writing to finish up my senior year of High School, resumed the summer before college, and I've been here ever since.
Discord: Stoat #2136
Role Play Sample
Alec had been spread thin of late. There were so few ARMA magi who could do the work he could--who could traverse the mental landscape of the insane or the traumatized. Sometimes, new magi were forced into a situation where it truly was kill or be killed, and many of them could not handle the guilt of having taken a life. He imagined it was much like the trauma cops experienced on their jobs.
With magic, however, the level of power one put into a spell was nowhere near as consistent as is a bullet. What was meant as a stunning bolt of electricity could just as easily have become a heart-stopping lightning bolt in inexperienced hands. A flame meant to cauterize a wound could burst into greater conflagration, consuming the limb and causing greater scarring. These events sometimes resulted in a mage's loss of confidence--the fear that their intervention caused greater tragedy than if they had simply stayed silent and let events unfold as they should have--setting these men and women on a path to magical impotence.
In the past week, Alec had been assigned four such cases. The OFL had ceased its assaults on ARMA members; the murders of magi were far more heavily biased towards the OFL than towards ARMA; and most importantly, ARMA had solidified its place as the magical police of NYC. Things were quiet, and ARMA's most effective mentalist was being kept busy with what some might call a "pseudo-shrink" job.
For nearly three days, Alec had gotten no more than an hour of uninterrupted sleep a night; likely due to something he'd seen in the mind of one of these magi, and had been easily convinced that a visit to one of the city's few practicing individuals with psychiatric training was in order. After all, the mental crisis and subsequent insomnia was interfering with his ability to help these magi. One individual in particular had been recommended, due to his own experience with handling traumas and his knowledge of and engagement with the supranatural world.
The mentalist closed his eyes, settling in for the long ride up towards Inwood. The line once known as the A train ran directly towards the office of Kai Alexander Morgan, the individual who'd get to poke around in his mind. All Alec knew was that the man had been former military,now worked with many of those who could not cope with the impact of the resonance, and had come highly recommended. Nearly a half hour later, Alec stepped off the train and made his way to the office, knocking at the front door to signal his arrival.