forum Ogygia//small group rp//Closed

Started July 02, 2021 by @StarkSpangledMayflower

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(Sorry it's so long, I had an idea and decided to roll with it and it just kinda kept on rolling Let me know if there is anything I need to change. I read that it was a modern kid and thought, there is nothing more modern than a jack of all trades so here he is, my poor chaotic child, this is also very unorganized I apologize it's like 1 am)
Name/any nicknames: Bennett Wiliams, or Bee.
Age: 21
Gender/pronouns: Male, He/ Him
Sexuality: Questioning
Personality: Bee is a lot, very extra and expressive when present. He talks not just with his hands but his whole body. He loves cuddles and physical affection, his friends call him a koala because he’ll pick a person and cling to them. He has random spurts of interest and passion so he’s picked up many random skills. If left on his own probably start making something with the materials around him. The duality of this boy is a lot, his mind just likes to go everywhere and sometimes the rest of him can’t keep up so he’ll just space out for hours or take very long naps. He finds methodical tasks very calming. While his interest in boats and sailing originated from a 2 year Pirate obsession, the hobby stuck because of how calming he finds the ocean and sailing to be. He’s very selectively smart, he can tell you everything you need to know about a boat, how to sail it, the basic structure, how to navigate using nothing but the sky above you. Ask him about marine life and he’d tell you that dolphins are fish. He enjoys being crafty but the results aren’t always the best looking, his art is subpar at best though the poor boy try's. Very soft, he’s quite patient with other people because he knows what it’s like to be snapped at. He’ll let you talk his ear off for hours, he may not catch every single word but he’ll try his darndest even if he ends up spacing out 10 minutes in. He tends to make impuls decisions, and then stick to them because he hates giving up on things. He’s just a ball of chaos really. It takes a lot to make him serious so when he is people tend to take notice, he usually acts like a softie so one tends to notice just how tall he is nor how strong unless he is being serious, then it is Very Obvious and Very intimidating. Sometimes he’s not actually serious but just spaced out and those times his friends find it extremely funny how people react to his presence.
Appearance: Tall around 5’11’’ and fairly muscular, but not bulky, it’s muscle built for agility, he was a dancer and while he no longer pursues professionally he likes to keep the looks of one, sailing is also an activity that requires a good amount of strength and being a strong swimmer is basically a requirement. He has warm brown doe eyes and light reddish brown hair that’s getting a bit long. It’s very floofy, and a bit wavy. He has a Grecian nose, his upper lip is just slightly larger than his lower (Though no one but himself seems to be able to see this) He is quite tan due to his large amount of time outdoors, he also has a few freckles around his face. He doesn’t particularly enjoy wearing shoes and is very picky about his foot wear
Role: The Captain
How they found the bottle: He was walking home the long way along the beach when he found it. He's an impulsive guy didn't even think twice before popping it open and reading the letter.
Any background info: Bennet and his mom have been on their own since the beginning. His Mother started from the bottom as a single teen mom and clawed her way into the music industry and is now a very well known artist and quite successful. Bee has the raw talent for music and he’s been trained but he’s scared of the industry it’s self, a fear his mother indirectly gave him with her warnings about the brutal life of being in the public eye. He’s learned a few instruments, though he can’t claim to be good at anything but guitar and piano. He’s dabbled in just about everything, some things he was quite good at but dropped because of his fear of the entertainment industry such as dance and theater. You can still catch him learning dance routines off of YouTube and choreographing his own when he finds the official ones to be unsatisfactory. He has a very rich Baritone voice but an extensive upper range as he grew up singing his mothers music and if you were to ask him to sing he would probably sing one of her songs. He is a bit spoiled, these days His mom feels bad that he didn’t have a lot as a kid so when her career took off when he was 15 she started to splurge on him a bit.
Outfits: Bennet has an eye for subtle fashion, he likes to look good but not flashy. There was that phase around 16 when he died his hair a bunch of different colors, but other than that he tends to keep it simple and classy. Tucked in loose t-shirts, slacks or jeans, He loves his accessories though, He has his ears pierced and wears mostly small hoops. He is currently very into K pop fashion so Drop and chain earrings. He loves a good pair of sunglasses. He loves wearing hats, he has a growing collection of them. If there isn’t a hat on his head there's probably a bandanna esc headband keeping the too long strands out of his face.
Hobbies/talents: I’ve already mentioned most of the important ones. He’s a Pretty good dancer, Singer and he plays a few instruments but piano and Guitar are his best. Sailing and bassic carpentry though he’s far from an expert in the latter category. He also really likes cleaning, he finds it quite calming and his mom hates it so it works out.
Weaknesses: He really hates being yelled at, and conflict in general, he crys if he hears himself yell, he just hates it. He’s really easily tricked, and used. He get’s betrayed and used a lot. It makes me sad. Very trusting, to trusting. He just kinda refuses to think people would willingly hurt other people despite all the evidence pointing in that direction. Very stubborn, the boy hates conflict so if he actually puts his foot down on something he is not moving. He doesn’t like disappointing people, and works a bit too hard to please people.
Other: He studied as a shipwright after he graduated High school he just finished that up and got his licence ( I dunno if that's actually a thing I feel like it should be a thing I'm to lazy to google it right now) He was just enrolled into a regular collage by his mother, and is currently major less getting all of his generals done. He listens to a bit of everything music wise, and I do mean everything, From k-pop to Irish folk, throw in some Latin music, I really do mean everything. He has a soft spot for his moms music though, especially her older music and the songs that were deemed unfit for release. He and his mom live in a very nice Oceanside mansion with a private beach, because why not.

Name: Rafael Stocia
Age: 26
Gender/pronouns: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Personality: Despite having a resting intimidating face, Rafael is the complete opposite. He is a very warm and selfless person. A workaholic at heart, he enjoys working and will even work late into the evening. He is persistent in what he does whether that is building or making something or helping somebody. While he may be clueless in most cases, he is a quick leaner and smart at what he does. Though he may not admit it, he is a feeler kind of guy. If he doesn't know what to do when someone is upset or not feeling well, the first thing Rafael will do is hug them. When in doubt, hug, that's what he does.
Appearance: Rafael is a large and buff guy. He stands at six foot four and has a rectangular body shape. His eyes are a medium brown shade. He has dark brown hair that he keeps parted to the left side. It gets messy very easily so he doesn't put much effort into making it look nice. His skin is a warm beige shade that gets tan pretty quickly. There are a few small scars on his arms from when he was a child. On the lower left side of his nose, he has a little birthmark.
Role: The Smith
How they found the bottle: One day, Rafael was strolling along a stream as he was walking home. The bottle was stuck because of a broken branch in the water. Curiously, he picked it up, but only opened it when he was in his home.
Any background info: Rafael comes from a long line of blacksmiths. Because his family couldn't afford school, his father taught him and his younger brother about blacksmithing. He moved to another village in the Transylvania region when he was seventeen to work for a nobleman. While living there, he also managed to learn carpentry. From then on, he lived and made a wide range of things such as weapons, tools, and furniture. He met and fell in love with a woman named Adela. When asking for her hand in marriage, her father, who was a teacher, disapproved of him. So Rafael went out and did tried to prove himself by learning how to read and write on his own. Though he struggled for months, he managed to learn, although he still has troubles with reading and writing. Much to his luck, Adela's father finally approved of him. Rafael and Adela married a few months later. He also made them a small house in his free time. Two years later, they had a baby boy. Not long after, his wife passed away due to labor complications. Rafael was in despair for a long time, but he tried to push it away by looking after their child and going to work.
Outfits: Typically Rafael wears a white long sleeve linen shirt along with black breeches, light-weight stokings, and shoes. He also has some shirts where he cut off the sleeves and lowered the neckline just in case he was too hot while working; or he just doesn't wear a shirt. Then he also has gloves which he only wears while in the workshop.
Hobbies/talents: Well for starters, he is talented in blacksmithing and carpentry. He has a great memory and can learn things pretty quickly when given the motivation. Rafael can run long distance for a decent amount of time. Learning is a hobby for him, though he does get confused at new things. Aside from work, he likes to walk around, preferably with someone else. Stargazing and swimming are also some other things he likes to do. And most importantly, he enjoys spending time with others.
Weaknesses: He has a lot of unchecked emotions that he just tends to push away. Whether that is because he doesn't know how to deal with them or he is focused on helping someone else, he bottles them up. Rafael also gets really into what he is working on to the point where he can overexhaust himself. Sometimes he will get frustrated and angry whenever he is interrupted, but he doesn't mean it.
Other: Rafael has the habit of cracking his knuckles, typically after finishing up something. Sometimes he also sings to himself when no one is around. He also tends to make little gifts for the others on the island; usually things like rings or whatever they may need.

Name: Cato Oliver (As time went on, he forgot his own last name and chose the name Oliver when people came onto Ogygia)
Nicknames: Was called The First by the others as they arrived because he refused to tell them his name in the beginning. Other than that, he has none but doesn't mind being called Oli
Age: 25
Gender/pronouns: male, he/him
Sexuality: questioning but most likely bi
Personality: Cato was a Greek Warrior and farmer before that. He makes very calculated decisions and doesn't like surprises. Cato is very friendly, likes talking to people and hearing their stories, but back home didnt have anyone he called a friend. He is very helpful and enjoys hosting parties. When a raid on his village destroyed their food and killed his wife, he "enlisted" and sought revenge on his wife's killers. He did become less friendly but still tries to be nice and caring, especially towards kids. Cato can be ruthless when needed and caring when needed, he is able to change his personality a little based on the person in front of him
Appearance: Cato is from a place that has a lot of sun, then he got trapped on a place with a lot of sun, his skin is very tan, a deep olive tone with cooler undertones. He has light brown, almost blonde hair that reaches the nape of his neck and is loosely curly. His eyes are a light green colour with long eyelashes and thick, arched eyebrows. He has a long and pointed nose, full lips, and white teeth with slightly elongated canines. Because Cato was a warrior, he has a muscular body with defined muscles on his arms, legs, and abdomen. He is lean but has an slightly athletic build. His hands are a bit calloused and dirty from the years of sword fighting, and he has a few scars adorning his body. (Kind like this)
Role: The First
How they found the bottle: Cato got trapped on the island after his ship capsized and he drifted onto it, unconscious. He woke up and tried to leave the island but the first time he tried to make a raft and sail out, it broke apart and he drowned. When he woke up on the island again, he tried to leave 4 more time, dying each time. He thought he had arrived on the Island of Ogygia and that he had taken Calypso's place. Years passed and he became a bit…crazy, humming Greek songs and telling himself stories but one day he found a glass bottle on the beach. Unsure of where it came from, he made a crude piece of paper from the bark of the trees and used a piece of charcoal to write his story, nit knowing that he was cursing anyone who found the bottle. He went to the highest cliff and used vines and soft tree bark to make a sort of sling to launch it far away from the island.
Any background info: Cato got married to his wife Aurelia when he was 19. They travelled from their big city home to a smaller village and started a farm. Their farm grew to be very successful and they would sell their grains and flowers. With the war going on, their village was still fairly untouched until one night when soldiers from the enemy side attacked their village, killed many people, and took many women. Tha handful that were left decided to go to the bigger cities and find shelter there. The men decided to fight the enemy in the army. Cato joined to be an army man so he could still see his son and daughter from a distance but unfortunately he was sent to be a part if the navy. Cato has no idea what happened to his children and hoped to get back to them. On one mission to attack the enemy at night, their captain made a wrong decision and they headed straight for a storm. Their ship capsized and Cato managed to grab ahold of a bag and some part of the ship. He drifted out to sea, unconscious, until he woke up on a beach.
Outfits: when he washed up on the beach of Ogygia, he was wearing this(second character) but over the years he, very crudely, used his cloak and the clothes he was wearing to create a more flexible outfit. He didn't have any bottoms because there was no more fabric, but he had enough to make 3 long tunics that stop at his knees. He has on his shoes and gave his helmet to the Smith, choosing to keep his shinguards to protect his legs when he went exploring on the island.
Hobbies/talents: because he was a warrior, he is skilled in combat, both close combat and combat with weapons. Cato is great ar climbing trees, any one he sees, he can climb. Years on the island taught him how to cook and tie strong knots so he can make you a very nice roast bird with the islands vegetables and other plants.
Weaknesses: Cato is very competitive, challenge him to doing something and he will not sit still until he is the best, its easy to manipulate him if you know exactly how to challenge him. Cato is also allergic to nuts, he found that out the hard way when he ate a handful seemingly normal nuts and died 5 minutes later
Other: he managed to befriend a bird on the island. He calls her Hecate because she took him to a cave where sunlight came through a holed in the roof, hit the crystals, and created a fire, a sacred symbol of the goddess.

Name/any nicknames: Victoria Birdwhistle
Age: 27
Gender/pronouns: female, she/her
Sexuality: straight? Bicurious?
Personality: generally a very sweet soul, Victoria is kind and empathetic, always willing to help someone in need. She’s usually pretty quiet, however, and tends to enjoy her own company. Practically minded, and enjoys simple physical activities/ getting stuff done. If you dare threaten her son (or anyone she loves, anyway), however, mother instincts will kick in and she will gladly fight you tooth and nail before you could lay a finger on them. She’s also rather clever, but she isn’t really known for her intelligence. This is partly because she’s extremely observant and can notice things that others may not, but she expresses her emotions and reaction to those observations, rather than the observations themselves, if that makes sense.
Appearance: Victoria stands at around 5’7 with a skinny hourglass body with pale, milky skin. She has a heart-shaped face, a small nose, and thin lips. Her eyes are large and round, and a golden brown color. There’s a birthmark in the shape of a misshapen arrowhead in the middle of her spine. And with her gingery red hair, she looks as though she comes from Scotland when in fact she’s from England. It comes down to her shoulder blades, though she usually keeps it pinned up and out of the way.
Role: the Peasant
How they found the bottle: she took her son out for a walk along a creek one afternoon when she found the bottle. She had thought it contained news of the war, perhaps of a sunken navy fleet or something of that sort, and opened the letter to be sure.
Any background info: Victoria grew up in England during the American Revolution. Her childhood was rather uneventful aside from her father getting drafted into the war and her mother growing verbally abusive as the years went by, mostly saying how Victoria was a burden to her and their family. Best case scenario, Victoria was at least tolerated in her own home. Once she was old enough her mother mostly used her for work around the house, continuing into her adulthood. There was a period of time where she and her mother had to take in a small group of soldiers. One became particularly friendly with Victoria, until one night when she awoke to find him r@ping her. Her mother found out soon after, and she was forced to either marry the soldier or be thrown out of the house. Terrified of marrying her r@pist, she ran away to live with her friend Charlotte. The two of them lived together, making a living by mending soldiers uniforms and cleaning weapons. After a few months they realized Victoria was pregnant, and had to stall their contribution to the war effort to prepare. After she gave birth to her son, Judah, she experienced a long period of postpartum depression. Having Charlotte with her made it easier, thankfully.
Outfits: at the time of finding the bottle, she was wearing a pair of jumps over a white shift, with a green cotton skirt and beige jacket. Due to her skill in sewing, she was able to salvage the outfit as it wore out over time, repurposing some of the garments to be better suited for life on the island.
Hobbies/talents: as she loves doing simple, procedural, and soothing tasks, she definitely found a love for sewing, cooking, and gardening. She’s very good at all of them, though she’ll tell you that her cooking needs some work. She also has a talent for multitasking and planning, as well as staying organized. Not really a talent, but she also possesses a very high pain tolerance
Weaknesses: she has a tendency to repress her feelings and be a little too selfless. There’s also a fear of inadequacy and failure that indirectly makes her a bit of a procrastinator. At the same time, if she’s in a really bad place she tends to overwork herself to the point where she nearly can’t function.
Other: has undiagnosed depression and PTSD, experiences dissociation

(Lmao poor Bennet. I'm not the best with tmes periods so you guys can just take one of the 4 remaining places)

It was exhausting. This was probably the 50th time he had died since arriving and the most recent time he died was so stupid. Cato went swimming, trying to spear some fish for dinner, and got caught in between 2 sharks and a snack of jellyfish. He tried swimming back to shore but got tangled in the long sea grass and seaweed then drowned. Cato woke up on the base of the tree looking 20 years younger than he was when he died 2 minutes ago. He walked back to the main beach and saw the other 4 walking around camp doing stuff.

Unlike the first day he was on the beach, there were houses and a small storage shed for food. Cato sighed and went into the main house and into one of the corner rooms to cross out the spear fishing plan, that was a fail. Now in the wall there were only 6 remaining plans on how to efficiently get fish. One of them was digging a pool on the beach that was fed by the sea to trick fish into coming there for easy hunting. Deep in thought, Cato sat back on a cushion he had made a long time ago. The smell of burnt flesh broke him out of his cycle of thought. "What's going on?" He ran outside in a worry. Someone had been doing something with animal fur and wasn't watching it. It had fallen into the fire and started burning. Seeing the burning fur made Cato groan, thrown sand on the flames, and curse in ancient greek. "Come on guys, leaving a fire unattended is one of things we agreed we wouldn't do."

(I'll be the third.)
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Yukime awoke just before Cato had gotten to camp; she reminisced on how she died. It was honestly kinda stupid, seeing as she should've known what Nightshade was by then. Nonetheless, she had died just a few years ago because she ate a plant that she should've known was poison. She let out a small sigh and got up from her spawn.

Smelling the burning flesh and singed hair, she went to see what happened. When she saw the burnt hide, she let out a small growl and breathed deeply. "Watashi o karakatteru no," she said, aggravated, "who did this?!" She waited for an answer that she probably wouldn't get, tapping her foot as she did. Though she owned fur herself, she hated to see hides being wasted like this. She wasn't in the best of moods today; her death had made her look stupid and she honestly was kind of tired of this, despite not being here for that many.

(Sorry that this reply is a little short.)

Bennet kicked at the sand on his walk home, It hadn't been the greatest of day's. He woke up only to be informed that His Mom was going on tour again, leaving him alone in the house for 6 months. Well maybe it hadn't been that bad of a day but nothing had happened sense this morning to make it a better one. He chose to walk home along the beach in hopes that the sunset along the shore line would bring something good into a joyless day. His hopes were met, the sky shifted and twisted as the sun dipped below the horizon, the ocean reflecting the pink, red and purple shades in the waves. He took the time to pull out his camera and take pictures, the day's rain clouds adding texture and depth to the colors. The glint of glass prompted him to put away the camera and venture closer to the waves.
He found the source to be a sizable bottle a rather old one by the looks of it, it wasn't empty. Bee would have left it, in foresight he should have let it be, but the video he had watched earlier of the sea turtles swimming in trash prompted him to get his shoes wet and pick up the bottle. It was his duty as a human being to keep the beach clean. Popping off the sealed cork he dumped it into his hand, a worn piece of paper fell into his hand, clearly folded and refolded hundreds of times. The paper it's self told a story, water marks and tears giving it a character of it's own, as Bennet read the writing he found it contained a story as well. That was his last thought before the sound of rushing water filled his senses, cold, dark and the burning smell of the salty ocean.
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Bennet's consciousness returned to find he was in the wrong place, it sounded wrong and, was that burning hair? It certainly smelled wrong, he cracked open his eyes to find it was the entirely wrong time of day, and very much the wrong time of year. He brushed the sand out of his hair sitting up, his eye's beginning to focus, glancing around the scenery. He stood up, then froze, immediately sitting back down as his brain registered the sights in front of him. "Is- am I? Who the F-" He checked himself, these were new people you didn't swear at new people, "Sorry, Who are you? Where is my house?" Remembering his phone was in his pocket he reached for it franticly, relieved when it turned on, the panic returning when he saw he had no signal. "Where On this Planet could we possibly be where I am not getting a single Flipping bar!" This upset him, more than waking up on a strange beach with strange people, there was no signal, he was disconnected from his world. He stood up again his phone in the air running around trying to find even the slightest hint of connection, there was none, he was stranded and disconnected.
He turned back to the people, "I have a really important Paper due! Professor Turns will have my head!" He ran his hands through his hair trying to calm the panic bubbling up inside him. "Do you think there's a policy for turning late work if I got stranded in the middle of nowhere, the syllabus said no late work but there must be exceptions right? This is an extreme case, I'm sure Mom could talk to the school, No she left for tour this morning! I can't bug her about school, Hell I can't even reach her." Words began to tumble from his mouth a never ending stream of words half of which wouldn't make sense to a modern audience.

(Sorry it's so bland my writing game is not strong today)

Compared to the last few times he has died, this one was not too bad, or at least in his opinion. Rafael was busy fixing the roof to one of the homes, using a high latter to help him when he suddenly fell off. Now here he is, alive and at the base once again. Although he went on, trying to figure out how to get back into his system, he was not that happy about having to die again. It gets to be too much for him, and he always feels guilty every time he comes back to life.

The smell of burning animal fur helped him snap back into reality. Speaking of feeling guilty….When hearing Yukime, he slowly started to lift his hand up, only to immediately lower it afterwards. He was not sure how that happened, but he felt like it was his fault. Maybe it was maybe it wasn't, he couldn't recall. His eyes followed in suit, looking down at the sand.

In his peripherals, he noticed a new person amongst them. His eyes lit up as his head tilted up to get a better look at the new one, but they were quite strange to say the least. Strange clothes and strange tongue. Rafael was only able to understand half of what the person said. Though he tried to follow along, once he heard one unknown word after another, his mind gave up.

He looked at the newcomer, giving a welcoming smile. A string of chuckles left him as he went over to pat them on the shoulder. "You silly, professors don't execute people. Only counts and kings can do that, but as long as you followed orders, it is fine," He reassured. "Don't worry new friend, everything is okay!" Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at Cato. "Right?"