this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Post by rozália katona on Feb 2, 2018 23:55:14 GMT
i'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been.
Rozália wondered, for a moment— a moment so fleeting it could hardly pass as distinguished — for what reason she had thrown herself into such a thing as the haute couture culture of Salem. She knew, in her own way, that she was attractive enough, though perhaps lacked the certain level of pretension required of a model in such an industry. However, high society meant reaping a much higher benefit than a simple con— maybe, even, it would add credibility to her name. [break][break] “Oh, I’m a model now, haven’t you heard?” she mused to herself, slicing cheek with a borderline lascivious curl of lip; yes, perhaps that would do. [break][break] She had already been whisked among the flurry of designers flitting about, touching parts of her she hadn’t cared to think of as requiring adjustment, coating her features in nothing more than a flattering press of delight. They had even dressed her, though Rozália couldn’t help but question the taste of the clothing line— it was nice enough, she would concede, though perhaps it was simply above her own paycheck for her to give too much of a damn. [break][break] And so there she sat, in her chair facing a mirror, admiring the curl of her hair and the rose of her cheeks, the spider knitted lashes and the plucked brows. All she truly wanted, however, was a bite to eat— and, with a push, she dismounted, heels rhythmically hitting the hardwood as she sashayed to where the hors d'oeuvres could be found; perhaps then she could strike a conversation to curb her own definite disinterest in the mild panic of the hairdressers.
Post by kaelin ó'coileáin on Feb 11, 2018 11:57:05 GMT
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aelin is quite fond of astéri clothing, she freely admits. there is a reason she was delighted to have them sponsor her, and she has no complications with their request for her to model their clothing. her current nervousness stems not from being required to parade and show off clothing in front of thousands of people ( skating her heart out in front of a crowd of strangers waiting to judge her every move is rather more terrifying ), but rather the nervousness of not knowing the other models chosen.
she feels... surprisingly vulnerable now that she has no one she knows around, in a domain not her own. kiska nudges her wrist as she catches the thought, a quiet reassurance that she is not entirely surrounded by unknown. kaelin smiles at her familiar, and runs her finger down the spiky spine in gratitude.
looking at herself in the mirror presented, she spins around at the designers' behest and studies the woven sweater-dress with a critical eye. it is a rather nice garment, flatters her frame and body shape and is of excellent fabric, but it looks... slightly odd, to her. kaelin's aesthetic is silvers and whites and glittering glacial blue, delicate patterns and soft chiffon layers; she is a princess of ice and starlight with her blades of steel; she is moonlight and winter and frost flowers - to be wearing the fiery shades of autumn leaves is... different.
different, but not bad, she decides, tilting her head at her reflection. perhaps she will consider expanding her clothing colour choices from the blues, blacks, whites, and greys that currently dominate her wardrobe.
and then, the preparations for her first outfit her finished, and she is freed to wander about until they are called to model. kaelin hovers around uncertainly for a few moments before deciding to seek out her fellow models. by the table of food, she spots a redhaired witch also dressed in astéri clothing; with some encouragement from her familiar, she takes a deep breath and walks over.
"hello," she greets, then falters as no more words spring to mind.