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I surrender what was, what could have been // All those wonders sit in wait for us

oc roleplay • skeleton bios • discord based • 18+

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Set sail aboard the Red Queen's Wrath for an adventure full of mysteries to solve, pirates to romance, swashes to buckle, and families to find. If you like telling stories about found families, queerness, and pirates, why not come and check us out?

Happy Friday everyone!  

We are rolling onto yet another acceptance day, and I gotta say that I’m pretty excited for these upcoming acceptances that will be posted @ 9:30 am PST // 12:30 pm EST // 5:30 am GMT. Just one little reminder that acceptances will stop @ 5pm PST // 8pm EST // 1am GMT. 

Though we would love to see some more applications come through our inbox. Perhaps a few of the skeleton Agostis and Pérezs. We still have a lot of Wanted Connections that can be filled, though we would love to see some more family connections get filled. 

As always, there will be an Admin online to answer any questions you may have, as well as reserve a FC/Wanted Connection for you. Don’t miss your chance on snatching up your favorite FC/Skeleton bio or some favorite WCs. 

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!  

                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

 STEEL MISTS is a new, character-driven skeleton roleplay featuring powered characters        set in a modern-day era Scadrial from Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn universe.                                                 Now Open!