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2020-08-10 10:57 am

[FLUXSCAPE] Inbox



"Hi there! You've reached Anne Forsythe--I can't come to the phone right now, or I'm on another call, but if you leave your information, I'll get back to you just as fast as I possibly can.

Thanks, sweetie! Have a great day"
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2020-08-06 11:12 am

[FLUXSCAPE] Application: Anne Forsythe | OC

OOC Information:

Name: Liz/EC
Age: 38 years young
Time Zone: PST
Preferred Contact Method: Discord: madwomanwithabox#1521


IC Information:

Reserve Link: BING!

Character Name: Anne Forsythe
Series: OC
Character History: The People, or the Folk, are a race descended from but quite separate from werewolves, one that has assimilated peacefully to live among humans unseen. Having been driven out of the old country centuries ago, the discipline of shapeshifting has been lost to them for generations. They are merely ferals now, blending in with the rest of humanity while clinging to and passing down the old ways through the thinning bloodlines. They share many of Man's weaknesses along with their own strengths: they are fast, agile, strong, gifted with keen eyesight, hearing and sense of smell, and tend to congregate into large clans, consisting of many large packs, or families.

Among The Folk, the elders' word is law in all things, save for marriage: it is the tradition of The People that the female chooses her own mate, a mate that she deems her equal in all things. They are predominantly, but not exclusively carnivorous, preferring to hunt and kill their own prey. They tend to see other races as either fellow hunters (vampires, lycans and certain humans), or weak minded sheep.

In general, the Folk live directly alongside humans, living in cities and making retreats to the wild to satisfy their need for the hunt. While there are exceptions who cannot assimilate and live in the wild, they are overall good at passing for normal. There are also stories among the families of long dead clans that had the ability to tap into magicks that are as lost to the People as the shift--magicks that linger in certain members of the People with lineage from these Lost Clans.

Anne Forsythe, a member of one of the smaller clans was born in Boston, Massachusetts to a relatively well off family. Her early life wasn't all that unusual: she was a good student, well liked and popular at school despite her "shortcomings." Blonde, willowy, and well endowed by puberty, she was a black sheep in her family and among her people, who idealized dark coloring, smaller forms, and lean, athletic bodies as its standard of beauty.

She loved her mother and father, and was very close with her older brother, Bartholomew "Bubba" Forsythe...but there are gaps in the memory of her early years.

To this day, she doesn't remember the reason she came out to California with her family. She knows they were all out camping, hunting, like any other family trip...and she knows that someone killed them all.

She was only sixteen when the men came--men she no longer really remembers.

In a chaotic mess of violence, blood, and fear, Anne's human mind abandoned her, her feral nature taking over to protect her. With the animal in control, she slipped away into the Angeles National Forest to nurse her wounds and hunt for food. She has no memory of how her parents and brothers died, only what her savior later told her: that he found her in the woods, half starved and skittish as a wounded animal.

She remembers only a sea of red, and the kind, grizzled old man that found her and gently coaxed her home.

The man, Horatio Walker, was the patriarch of a large clan of the Folk based primarily in the Southern California area. After nursing Anne back to health, talking with her, then seeking out other members of her clan and finding none who could take her, Horatio gave Anne to his son Carlton, where she became the second eldest of their children. With older brother Harvey and little sisters Christine and Cadence, Anne found a new home.

Still every bit a black sheep, but loudly and faithfully supported by her new adopted family, Anne grew up well adjusted and went on to attend UCLA to study journalism. Despite the love, encouragement, and stability her family brought, she still struggled with feelings of inadequacy, even among the humans that saw her as superior: alongside the small, dark huntresses that she saw in her sisters and compared to the wild spirit of her brother, she never truly felt like she deserved the attention she got from others.

In addition, Anne struggled with feeling like she didn't belong because of the things she knew. Blessed with a keen gut instinct bordering on clairvoyance, Anne's family soon learned that she wasn't merely good at arguing a point: Anne was rarely wrong if she attested to an occurrence, even those that hadn't happened yet, and also had dreams that often times came true. Her grandfather especially tried to counsel her, and believed that she did have a genuine psychic gift, often calling her his little Cassandra.

Her self image would begin to shift a little her sophomore year of college: after competing and winning an amateur competition at a strip club she visited with friends on a whim (and with a fake ID), Anne discovered she genuinely enjoyed it, and started working as a stripper the second she turned twenty one. She quickly graduated to the higher class clubs, and after accepting an internship at Playboy magazine as part of her studies, she was asked to pose for the publication. Anne accepted when the offer was made, and after several layouts, was voted Miss June in 2009. Her internship resulted in a job offer after she graduated, and she now works as a staff editor for the magazine. While she still poses occasionally if asked, her primary focus is on achieving her current goal of directing some layouts of her own--a dream she is actively pursuing with an upcoming classic rock themed issue, which she is lead director on for the centerfold and posing in at the time of her entry into the game.

Personality: Anne has suffered a lot in her life, but rather than leave her hard and jaded, or making her cruel, it's only served to soften her. Paired with her animal nature, the end result is a woman who is deeply compassionate, empathetic, and almost compulsively nurturing. She mothers nearly everyone she meets, sees the best in people almost to a fault, and keeps her mind wide open to the views and opinions of others.

Because of the culture clash she's struggled with all her life, she also suffers a great deal from a form of impostor syndrome: she accepts praise graciously, but can't take it to heart, supports those around her rather than advancing her own goals and dreams if she's not pressed to look out for herself, and rails against the clairvoyance she possesses not because she's a cynic, but because she doesn't believe she's special. So what if she's never wrong? It's not a power, so she doesn't use it as one: she just takes what she "knows" and shares it as freely as she shares herself with the world.

Despite seeing herself as plain or sometimes ugly, Anne is very liberal when it comes to sex and love: she's proudly bisexual, flouting the attitude of her culture that, while not demonizing same sex relationships, tends to greatly favor male/female matches. She stripped in her youth and poses nude as part of her career because it makes her feel sexy and confident, and she's not ashamed of that fact. She's also not one for exclusivity: while not overtly polyamorous, she's fine with having a relationship and playing the field at the same time so long as there's communication and kindness between two people. It will be different when she meets her mate, but that day is a long ways away...

Abilities: Anne is feral. This means she has highly enhanced senses, she's stronger than the average human (maybe twice as strong as a very strong man), and has superhuman speed and agility. She also relies heavily on animal instinct, and is not above exhibiting certain animal behaviors socially, such as scent marking (highly tactile, lots of hugs and social cheek-kissing) and territorial behavior (seemingly messy behavior, leaving her things everywhere as a means of marking her territory). Anne is also a seer: unaware she belongs to one of the Lost Clans, she does possess magic that, at present, manifests only as a level of clairvoyance she violently resists. She is prone to having prophetic dreams and endless tiny moments of perceiving the future...as she puts it, she's simply never wrong about anything--from the weather to the date of one's death, though at present her most powerful prediction was a five car pileup on the freeway--and warning her mother to take surface streets that day.

Six Items: Anne's laptop (unless allowed, will not function save to let her access information on the hard drive like pictures and documents that are precious to her), a necklace her birth mother gave her, a framed photo of her adopted family, the June 2009 issue of PLAYBOY, her make up bag (containing a few precious cosmetics), and a faded, frayed red flannel blanket.

Character Samples:

Sample 1: Anne meets a few people in Beachville.

Sample 2:

Hi, all!

[The cheerful, singsong greeting comes from a blonde that appears over the network. By most conventional standards, she's very beautiful: long blonde hair, fair but healthy skin, and well endowed. She does not, however, carry herself as such: that fall of hair is up in a messy bun held in place by a pen she found somewhere, she's covering up the skimpy black bikini top that shows off her assets with a button up flannel shirt, leaving just the halter string at her neck visible around the unbuttoned collar, and her posture is just a little bit lacking.]

My name's Anne--I just got here, like most of you, and I'm still settling in? But...okay, this is going to sound weird so forgive me.

If anyone runs into a boy named Eugene? Can you tell him to avoid wearing blue until after the party? Trust me, it's important, and the thought just will not leave me alone.

In other news? If anyone needs a hand settling in, give me a holler. I'm just deadly with a credit card, I love me a Home Goods store, and if there's any local game to be had--this is a beachside town, so it's not likely--I can help you keep your freezer stocked.

[With a bright smile, Anne blows a kiss into the camera.]

Mwah! Thanks in advance, sweeties--catch you soon!
adreamtorise: (glam - glitter and gold)
2018-08-01 09:04 pm

something a little more plain, maybe something a little more sane [HAVEN AU]

The stopover in Haven was just for gas and lunch, but by the time she was done with her meal at the Grey Gull, Anne was more than a little enchanted with the small town by the water. It was so picturesque, and the land was so quiet and serene...

This was supposed to be a hunting trip, but she was already thinking about stuff for the magazine.

Lingering over the remnants of her meal, Anne stretched a little in her seat and looked around, arms overhead as she surveyed the dining area. The funny looks she'd gotten when she came into town were amusing--mainly because she was still in her travel wear, designer jeans and a sleek white tank top beneath a pink ski jacket. Her boots even had heels, and when she'd made a couple inquiries about hunting in the forested areas the smiles had been enough to make her giggle.

To hell with Lewiston--she was staying right here for the remainder of her vacation.

Rather than wait for the waitress to come by to give her the check, Anne stood up from her table, picked up the wine glass she'd been sipping throughout her lunch, and walked over to the bar--at least this way, she could ask about a hotel without the poor waitress staining her jeans when she spilled Anne's merlot.

"Excuse me?" she singsonged to the bartender--a tall guy with deliciously long hair and a bitable jawline. "Um, a couple things: first, could you recommend a hotel in the area that'll take a last minute booking? Also, in about five minutes, don't give the poor police officer a hard time. He's having a fight with his girlfriend and he's miserable. Tall, brown hair, blue eyes--can't miss him."
adreamtorise: (emote - sly grin)
2018-07-02 10:50 am

[BOOMTOWN] The Whisper Lounge


WHERE WE'LL KEEP YOUR SECRETS, AND SHARE A FEW OF OURS...WELCOME TO THE WHISPER LOUNGE!


Previously Glitterati, The Whisper Lounge is New Dodge's newly rebranded source of night life and adult entertainment. A high end burlesque club that caters to a broad range of tastes from high class showmanship to blatant erotica, ambient lighting in muted reds and yellows combined with lush red velvet and leather to create an atmosphere that is intimate, opulent, and just a little bit naughty.

The Whisper Lounge features a fully stocked bar, as well as an enticing menu of desserts and appetizers--many of them finger foods that can be shared with friends, or enjoyed more sensually with a lover. The main stage that showcases a fully produced variety show, with themes and acts that rotate out on a monthly basis. All nightly shows feature a wide range of singers, comedians, even acrobats and magicians alongside tasteful vintage striptease and exhibitions of the erotic arts.



For those still looking for the full adult experience, like its predecessor, The Whisper Lounge features two smaller lounges showcasing individual strip acts and lap dances. Due to the nature of New Dodge's currency, patrons can purchase in-house paper currency called Secrets with a value of one bronze per Secret, which dancers can redeem each night for the value of their tips.

Not ready for the secrets of The Whisper Lounge's night life? There are still secrets to share! The club features a monthly afternoon luncheon, with a classic Victorian burlesque show featuring musical acts with a more modestly risque bent.

HOURS

Monday - Thursday: 7PM - 3AM
Friday - Sunday: 4PM - 4AM
Afternoon Luncheons: last Sunday of each month

COSTS:
Cover Charge: 8 bronze
Drinks: 4 bronze (2 bronze during Happy Hour, Mon. - Thurs., 8PM - 9PM)
Desserts & Appetizers: menu items range from 6 bronze to 15 bronze.
Secrets: valued at one bronze per Secret, minimum purchase of 20 Secrets required

EMPLOYMENT OPPORTUNITIES:
(See the jobs listing for availability.)
Adult Dancers (strippers, topless/nude dancers) (5-10)
Burlesque Acts (Nights and Luncheon - singers, dancers, acrobats, comedians, etc.) (varies)
Bartender (2)
Bouncer (3)
Secrets Cashier (2)
Janitor (1)
adreamtorise: (emote - fairy princess)
2017-08-01 12:20 pm

[APPLICATION] Boomtown

Player's Name: Liz/EC

Characters Played Here: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things AU), Allison Argent (Mirrorverse CRAU), The Shade (OC)

Character: Anne Forsythe

Series/Canon: Original Character

From When? N/A

Previous Game(s): N/A

World Description: The world Anne lives in is much like ours, save for the fact that the supernatural exists and lives in secret. Vampires, witches, and even werewolves exist—and then there are Anne's people.

The People, or The Folk, are a race descended from but quite separate from werewolves. Having been driven out of the old country centuries ago, the discipline of shapeshifting has long since been lost. They are merely ferals now, blending in with the rest of humanity while clinging to and passing down the old ways through the thinning bloodlines. They share many of Man's weaknesses along with their own strengths: they are fast, agile, gifted with keen eyesight, hearing and sense of smell, and tend to congregate into large clans, consisting of many large packs, or families.

Among The Folk, the elders' word is law in all things, save for marriage: it is the tradition of The People that the female chooses her own mate, a mate that she deems her equal in all things. They are predominantly, but not exclusively carnivorous, preferring to hunt and kill their own prey. They tend to see other races as either fellow hunters (vampires, lycans and certain humans), or weak minded sheep.

In general, the Folk live directly alongside humans, living in cities and making retreats to the wild to satisfy their need for the hunt. While there are exceptions who cannot assimilate and live in the wild, they are overall good at passing for normal. There are also stories among the clans of long dead packs that had the ability to tap into magicks that are as lost to the People as the shift.

History: Anne was born in Boston, Massachusetts to a relatively well off family. Her pack was uncharacteristically small, and to this day, she doesn't remember the reason she came out to California with her parents and her older brother, Bartholomew. She knows they were all out camping...and she knows that someone killed them all.

She was sixteen years old when the men came, men she no longer remembers. In a chaotic mess of violence, blood, and fear, Anne's human mind abandoned her, her feral nature taking over to protect her. With the animal in control, she slipped away into the Angeles National Forest to nurse her wounds and hunt for food. She has no memory of how her parents and brothers died, only what her savior later told her: that he found her in the woods, half starved and skittish as a frightened puppy.

She remembers only a sea of red, and the kind, grizzled old man that found her and gently coaxed her home.

The man, Horatio Walker, was the patriarch of a large clan of the Folk based primarily in the Southern California area. After nursing Anne back to health, talking with her, then consulting with the remnants of her clan back home for permission to keep the girl, Horatio gave Anne to his son Carlton, where she became the second eldest of their children. With older brother Harvey and little sisters Christine and Cadence, Anne found a new home.

Growing up, Anne was very much the black sheep of her family. Among a race where the ideal of beauty was dark coloring, athletic builds, and compact bodies, she was the picture of human endowment with her buxom build, blonde hair, and willowy height. As she grew up and attended UCLA to study journalism, she struggled with feeling like an ugly duckling, even among humans: alongside the small, dark huntresses that she saw in her sisters, she never truly felt like she deserved the attention she got from others.

In addition, Anne struggled with feeling like she didn't belong because of the things she knew. Blessed with a keen gut instinct bordering on clairvoyance, Anne's family soon learned that she wasn't merely good at arguing a point: Anne was rarely wrong if she attested to an occurrence, even those that hadn't happened yet, and also had dreams that often times came true. Her grandfather especially tried to counsel her, and believed that she did have a genuine psychic gift, often calling her his little Cassandra.

Her self image would begin to shift a little her sophomore year of college: after competing and winning an amateur competition at a strip club she visited with friends on a whim (and with a fake ID), Anne discovered she genuinely enjoyed it, and started working as a stripper the second she turned twenty one. She quickly graduated to the higher class clubs, and after accepting an internship at Playboy magazine as part of her studies, she was asked to pose for the publication. Anne accepted when the offer was made, and after several layouts, was voted Miss June in 2009. Her internship resulted in a job offer after she graduated, and she now works as a staff editor for the magazine. While she still poses occasionally if asked, her primary focus is on achieving her current goal of directing some layouts of her own.

Roughly a year ago, Anne happened to cross paths with a mechanic she swiftly became involved with. Max, a cancer victim, had a grim prognosis until Anne, despite having an adversarial relationship with most werewolf packs, found one willing to give him the Bite, and a shot at life. Prior to being bitten, Max asked Anne to marry him. Anne refused to accept until the Bite took, and when he completed his first successful shift just a few months ago, finally said yes.

Does your character have any close ties to existing canon characters? N/A

Why do you think your character would work in this setting? Being engaged to a werewolf, a relationship that both her people and his will frown on, at best, upon being approached by Eli the couple accepted the offer. Anne's gift has allowed her to see that acceptance for their marriage will come with greater ease if she can come to them with an established family. Rather than force the issue, she hopes the time in New Dodge will allow them to marry, and have children when they're ready. Being very much an outsider most of her life, she'll be fascinated by the alien races she meets, and along with indulging in a new hunting ground, she's going to be eager to plan her upcoming wedding, and forming a pack for herself among the denizens of New Dodge.

How do you plan to expand their CR? Much like werewolves, the Folk are social creatures: they need good relationships to thrive. While not shy, Anne is sensitive, so it will take time, but her maternal nature will compel her to reach out to those she feels she can help, and the need for companionship in general will compel her to regularly socialize with the denizens of New Dodge. In addition, being engaged, Anne will be reaching out a lot to try and plan her wedding.

What will your character do for work? Anne is a journalist, but also an adult entertainer. She will absolutely look into employment at the local brothel as a performer, but not as a call girl, and likely sell a lot of game to make her way.

Inventory:

a suitcase with some basic clothing and personal items
a purse containing her wallet and miscellaneous necessities
a blue merle chihuahua named Hulk

Samples:

Third-Person Sample: Anne and Max meeting for the first time.

First-Person Sample: Test Drive Meme with the Nogitsune.
adreamtorise: (emote - bruised shoulder)
2016-10-25 06:25 pm
Entry tags:

the greatest act can be one little victory...

"...suffice to say, it's going to be a little expensive? But we can work something out."

Anne regarded the mechanic standing in front of her car with a raised eyebrow, arms folded comfortably beneath her breasts. She'd made a point of wearing street clothes to head for the mechanic, rather than the usual hard to wrinkle sundress she usually stuffed into her over large purse for the rare occasion she posed. She'd leave her business casual in the office, get naked for the photo shoot, and slip the dress on over her head before heading out into the world.

Not today. Daddy's mechanic was out of town, her car was giving her fits, and Paw Paw would kill her if it turned out to be something she did to it...okay, so he wouldn't, but that disappointed little sigh she would get would just unmake her.

So she packed a change of clothes. Jeans, a top that covered her cleavage, and nice boots. She looked like anyone else, and too covered up to be potentially recognized--and hopefully, capable enough that no one would try to pull a fast one on her.

Except, the earnest and friendly looking grease monkey in front of her was, in fact, lying like a dog. He'd just rattled off a good two thousand dollars in repairs that she needed, and she could smell it all over him: the sour mix of pheremones and chemosignals underneath the grease and oil and rust that said liar.

So she stood there, sucking on her teeth, holding his gaze...and tried to figure out how she was going to call him out without exposing the fact that she wasn't human.

Anne Forsythe was screwed. And worst of all, she usually knew these things. Her gut was never wrong, Anne was never wrong. She had instincts beyond rival, the same ones that had Paw Paw calling her his 'little Cassandra' at every turn...

She was certain this place would be fine.

She was wrong.

"Shhhhhit." she cursed quietly, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose with a wince against the tension headache she could feel brewing.

She didn't need her gut to tell her now that she wasn't going to get to grab her lunch on her lunch break today. No, she'd be stuck at Silver Hammer Whatever for the next few hours, and the shoot probably wouldn't finish until nine that night. She was going to be raw by then...

Fuck.
adreamtorise: (emote - sly grin)
2010-04-15 11:02 am

I've been a bad girl again...

I made the mistake of clicking on a link my sister emailed me, blacked out, and when I came to I'd been shopping online again.

I bought this because it's hot, this because it matched the dress, and this because it was just too cute to pass up.

Oh, and I also bought this because it's adorable and this to wear around the office, it speaks to Playboy Pink. :p

Oh, and I bought this in hopes of wearing it for someone special. ;)

In other news, I've been asked to pose again for the magazine. They want me so bad they're going to give my current workload to another editor at the office for the next week and a half. Do I want to do this bad enough to forego work? I can't decide!!
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2010-02-16 12:17 pm

no tongue's drier than mine, i'll come when i get back (rp for <user site="livejournal.com" user="co

(Backdated to Valentine's Day 'cause slow mun iz slow. :p)

It took every last one of her feminine charms, but with a little effort and a lot of sex, she managed to keep Ash so distracted he couldn't make plans for Valentine's Day. She'd even tracked down his assistant and asked her to keep his schedule clear and derail any attempts he might make to reserve a restaurant or plan an event.

She had plans of her own, and they were absolutely going to trump any fancy bistro he could track down.

It took some doing, but blessedly her connections were still intact, and with some effort she assembled what she would need for the event. Boxes were sent via courier, music was selected, and lighting was set up in advance of the event, which Anne was taking incredible pains to organize flawlessly. Even the ride was rigged: rather than drive him and have him figure it out on the way, for the night Anne used her expense account to rent a limo, choosing one with tinted windows on purpose. Instructing Ash to pick her up at her place at six PM, he arrived on time and looking delicious...as was his usual.

She was weighing the pros and cons of inviting him in and getting sidetracked for an hour when the limo pulled into her driveway shortly after his arrival. Damn.

Adjusting the strap of her red leopard print dress, she reached up to fuss with Ashley's collar and smiled ruefully as they stood in her doorway. "If only you could learn to show up an hour early..." she sighed wistfully, kissing his jaw. Ducking back in to grab her clutch and make sure her hair was straight, she exited the house and shut the door before he could do anything remotely persuasive to entice her back inside.

Locking the knob set, she turned to him and slid her arm through his. "Off with us now...I have something very special planned for tonight. Even you are going to be astounded, Mr. Moneybags, 'cause this night came free. Of. Charge. Come on, scoot!"
adreamtorise: (emote - amused)
2010-02-08 01:50 pm

from Shawn Spencer



Well I don't know about feeding me quarters, but a customer at my first club once tried to swipe a credit card through my butt crack. Does that count?
adreamtorise: (emote - excuse me?...)
2010-01-21 11:19 am

Ick. No. WAY.



You Are Wool



You are down to earth, practical, and no nonsense. You need a fabric that's durable and hearty.

You don't mind if wool is itchy... at least it keeps you warm! And you're responsible enough to take care of wool properly.



You aren't superficial or frivolous. You value substance over style and function over form.

You are humble and thoughtful. You are happy with who you are, and you don't like vanity get the best of you.


adreamtorise: (sexy - stripper girl)
2009-09-16 12:10 pm

Oh, I might as well...

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

[ooc: open to all comers, not binding in any way unless you'd like it to be. ;p]