Hello there, I’m Tabitha. I’m an avid role-player of Crack Den for two years. My character has founded a new faction called the Shadows, and a business along with it named Domus Poena. I’m currently looking for all kinds of plots to start drama!
Domus Poena is a racketeering business where anyone can hire the Shadows to do their dirty work.…[Read more]
Hitori
Thank you. I’m hoping the idea of brainwashing/mental torture processing the recruits will bring about dynamics to the plot, and definitely lead to all kinds of trouble later on. For both the gang and those changed by it.
There’s been some rp initiated. Currently, my character has been working on brainwashing someone to join her ranks…[Read more]
Esmeralda Siamendes
Thank you for your feedback and questions. I’ll address them in the order you posted and give more detail to my intentions since I did give more of a summary than the flesh and blood of their intent.
– The overall purpose of Domus Poena is not the ‘avenging angels’ as they pose themselves to be, which I’m sure is obvious if…[Read more]
What other event ideas would you intend to do besides games and charities? Have you considered maybe hosting conventions like comic-con?
In general; though, I think it’d be great to see that type of business open and attracting a fun, lighter side to CD.
Sicksicksick. Everything inside me. Is. He broke me and reshaped me and forgot to remove the shrapnel. I needed her to survive him: the pain of her existence kept me aware when it was so tantalizing to ghost through that white oblivion and not return. But, I craved to be more someday. That perhaps with each day of weakness, I would provide a day…[Read more]
I cannot decide whether to write as Tabitha or Deseret today. I know I shouldn’t reference her to another name considering she institutes a part of myself. But I find her consciousness so distinct, I loathe to forego a title so fitting. Deseret. The honey bee in spelling. Dez-er-ray. Desire in sound. Something enriching, alluring yet so poisonous…[Read more]
As I drape my gaze around the room, nothing but mangled skeletons of what used to be my home skirts around my feet. I’m calm now. The furious lightning strikes of my heart slow to a satisfied hum. I destroyed everything. And God! I can finally admit to how extraordinary it felt. Everything that creaked, snapped, ripped from my monstrous hands…[Read more]
I, personally, enjoy Esmeralda’s capability as a writer. However, between the two proposals made, I’ve noticed that this does not have a clear idea of what role-play they intend to incorporate except the vague aspect of people being in danger inside the shop. The problem with that is every citizen is in danger in every building and aspect of the…[Read more]
I think the ingenuity behind this is offering a source where people can explain all the disappearances of NPCed murders and possibly even real IC character murders. I’ve always wandered past the Butcher shop and thought about the potential it had considering the dark implications of it, but no one has ever tried to integrate it until now. It…[Read more]
Matt slumbers near to me. His arm drapes across my thigh because I dare not move it. My breath traps inside rib CAGE, I don’t dare disturb these minute details. Every morning I wake with the fear he’ll be gone. According to science, he is not the Matt supposed to be making me cereal on days he commands me to sleep in. Nor the man flanking my side…[Read more]
I’m disappearing again. When Raith left me in the basement without light for three years, I retreated to my white sanctuary. There I created a city, Amrydaest and became conqueror of it. This is not the same. It is the black I’ve loathed, denied and fought against coming to claim me. It’s been there long before my brother betrayed me. There’s a…[Read more]
Thank God I’m left handed, or I couldn’t draw. Art expresses my emotions better than words. I’ve been working on this:
I have yet to show Voltiel.
I’ve left Hathian with Voltiel. Butterflies gathered in my stomach as I watched the buildings I’ve memorized the architecture of, the cobalt waters that entranced me and vaguely recognizable faces slope away to oblivion. Despite the possibility I might never return, I sigh in relief. I couldn’t leave the city on my own. I am a woman of roots and…[Read more]
[Tabitha’s personal thoughts and commentary on her prepaid phone given by Voltiel]
I’m dying. You’re supposed to write the date at the corner of these sheets so blank and immaculate you can’t help but wonder if perfection exists. Even if it’s in the simple form of paper. Except I can’t remember the day – but I remember the sensation of my heart…[Read more]
The scariest: Raith
The most attractive: Meschiya. Soft spot for the Chelsea grin.
The most hated: Voltiel Rassir.
The most loved: Meschiya and omitted name.
The most INSANE: Celine, I love it.
The most you’d hate to find in a back alley: Bring it on, bitches
The most you’d love to find in a back alley: We’ll see
The most influential cha…[Read more]
