- Location
- United States
[X] A Total Mess
[1] Singing
[2] Reading
[3] Drawing
[4] Music (Guitar)
[1] Singing
[2] Reading
[3] Drawing
[4] Music (Guitar)
Magical Girl Phantom Ascension
- Thread starter SpoopyGhost
- Start date
- Original
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Inserted tally - Voting is locked. "Lived-In" wins for room condition, but for the hobbies I'll be doing something a little different. More on that shortly.
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SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I enlisted the help of our resident "Spreadsheet Queen" to help with this. I then manually double-checked her work to make sure there was no funny business.
Instead of going by specific plans or just counting up the votes on their own, I'm making use of the rankings to influence the choices. Step one is assigning letters to the chosen items, in order of ranking, for each voter's set. A is for highest priority, D is for lowest.
Step two is assigning those letters number values. A = 2 Points, B = 1.75 Points, C = 1.5 Points, and D = 1 Point. Then they get added up for each option.
The final step is to order them by how many points they received, (and use actual vote count to break ties where two options received the same number of points) and choose the top eight items from those.
Update to come soon.
Instead of going by specific plans or just counting up the votes on their own, I'm making use of the rankings to influence the choices. Step one is assigning letters to the chosen items, in order of ranking, for each voter's set. A is for highest priority, D is for lowest.
Step two is assigning those letters number values. A = 2 Points, B = 1.75 Points, C = 1.5 Points, and D = 1 Point. Then they get added up for each option.
The final step is to order them by how many points they received, (and use actual vote count to break ties where two options received the same number of points) and choose the top eight items from those.
Update to come soon.
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ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I'm wounded. I mean, it does make sense since I am a voter, but I still wouldn't actually try to cheat!
(But nah, it's all good)
You should have just told us to do ranked voting. The tally program knows how to handle that.
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I will admit... I was unaware that that was an option. How does it work?
You have to use the more comprehensive downloadable tally program instead of the newer one built into the site.
The way you had everyone put the ranked parts of their votes this time works for the tally program, although any options that aren't included get automatically treated as the lowest rank (9) and people are allowed to give multiple options the same rank.
... So, in order: Drawing, Cosplay, Fashion, Videogames, Tabletop games, Singing, Guitar, and Photography...
I'm getting the impression we were a real dreamer, somebody with her head in the clouds.
- Location
- On a Journey Through The Decade
Aww, no bard spec. Oh well, assuming this vote effects our build like I think it does, this combination should at least be interesting. It feels like it'll lead to some kind of item creation/shapeshifting powerset.
1F - Cue The Angst
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Now that you look about, it's really untouched. Honestly, the place is kind of messy; not nearly as bad as it could be, (or has been in the past) but with the healthy clutter that signified it was comfortably lived-in. You're not sure whether to laugh or wince at the irony. There are papers everywhere, sketchbooks and loose sheets, all drawn on, from silly doodles to beautiful works of art. (Or at least everyone told you they were beautiful; personally, you've never been completely satisfied with more than a handful of them, and you suspect even a few of those won't hold up in a year or two.)
The closet door is half-open, and peeking out are your other big projects - a couple being unique dresses that you came up with the designs for, but the vast majority of them are costumes for cosplay. Some from recent popular anime, a few more from games you like, and even some taken from western superhero action movies. You've only once worn one in public, when a convention was staged in your city for once, but mostly it's been a personal thing. You're not necessarily shy about it, but neither did you feel the need to flaunt it about except in the most permissive of circumstances.
On your desk -surrounded by additional sketches- rests your desktop computer, and on the shelf above is a whole row of cases for game disks. (You also have a console underneath, that you had convinced your younger brother to rig into connecting with your monitor; he's much better at that hardware finagling than you. Ah, young kids these days and their technology…) You also have a few books for tabletop gaming, but given your lack of connection to most of your peers, you had to resort to dragging said brother into a short campaign. Then he soon became too bored to continue, so you were left simply playing on your own.
It got depressing fast, and you haven't really touched them recently.
Aside from that, there's not much of note. An acoustic guitar rests across your messy futon, the remnants of your all-too-brief musical phase - you were sure you were getting better, but noise complaints from the neighbors across the alleyway, combined with a scathing brotherly critique of your singing, put to rest any serious thoughts of pursuing the skill. Still, on occasions when you've had the house to yourself, you've managed to look up advice online and get some practice in. You've still been too self-conscious to ask your family if you've improved any, but you hoped it wasn't as painful nowadays. Finally, forgotten atop the dresser is a camera from a few years back, when you'd tried to get into photography. That, too, was an ill-fated endeavor, though less from lack of skill and more the simple fact that you feel more comfortable depicting life with a pencil in hand.
All told, it's an artistic but somewhat eclectic set of hobbies you've managed to waste your short life on, though you prefer to think of it as versatility. It's kept you occupied, at the very least, though your passion for your drawing and your sewing are very real.
And suddenly it hits you - you can't come back to this, can you? You could pick the pen back up and resume where you left off, but if your family noticed new drawings appearing, or your sewing machine seemingly operating itself, it would terrify them. They weren't inclined toward superstition in this day and age, but everyone had their limits. Your own skepticism had been shaken today, by events too strange to conceivably ignore. There is the remote possibility that this was all some strange dream and you were in a coma in the hospital or something, but somehow you found yourself doubting that.
You wind up lying down on the edge of the futon, plucking at guitar strings idly, just quietly enough to avoid being overheard. Outside the window, the stars twinkle distantly, almost drowned out by the glow of city lights below, and a sudden feeling of hopelessness washes over you. Sure, there's this whole 'magical girl' schtick that you remember just enough from those childhood anime reruns to understand the basics of, but the rest of the time? The protagonists of Mystic Midnight Voyager Kairi may have flown off all over the world on their brooms every night, guided only by the moon and stars during the hidden thirteenth hour only they could experience... but once the sun rose, they all still had to return home to deal with school and homework and friends. You, however… you are completely unmoored; you are past all of that now. To the world at large, you may as well be dead… Wait, no, you are dead, which just somehow makes it even worse. You can't just pick up where you left off.
Maybe coming back here was a mistake.
Standing back up, you drift over to the door (your door, not the strange one your benefactor had summoned) and gently, quietly, turn the knob. Even if nobody can hear or see you directly, you don't want to take the chance of freaking them out over things you're interacting with.
The hall is silent and empty; your brother's door is closed shut, no light coming from underneath. You can hear a noise coming from downstairs, too, so you carefully step toward the stairs, a lump growing in your throat.
But before you reach the top, you notice the full-length mirror hanging on the opposite end, right between your door and the one for your brother's room. To your surprise, you can see your own reflection clearly in it. Guess that's one myth debunked… or wait, wasn't that vampires? Either way, it's a surprise to you, and you wonder if anyone living would be able to see you in the reflection as well.
You'd better leave quick before someone comes and tests that out, but before you head down, you take a moment to look yourself over. You look just the same as on the day you died, perhaps just a little before the actual accident. (Going by the lack of blood on your outfit.)
What do you look like?
Task: Height
> Very Short
> Medium-Short
> Medium
> Medium-Tall
> Very Tall
Task: Hair
> Short
> Medium
> Long
Task: Bangs
> Parted
> Covering Eye
> Blunt
Task: Hair Color
> Black
> Purple
> Platinum
> Write-In
Task: Eye Color
> Purple
> Aqua
> Dark Grey
> Write-In
Task: Skin Color
> Dark
> Normal
> Pale
Task: Body Type
> Skinny
> Feminine
> Curvy
Task: Outfit
> School Uniform
> Casual weekend-wear
-> Dress
-> Sweater vest and skirt
-> Sweater vest and pants
-> Write-in
The closet door is half-open, and peeking out are your other big projects - a couple being unique dresses that you came up with the designs for, but the vast majority of them are costumes for cosplay. Some from recent popular anime, a few more from games you like, and even some taken from western superhero action movies. You've only once worn one in public, when a convention was staged in your city for once, but mostly it's been a personal thing. You're not necessarily shy about it, but neither did you feel the need to flaunt it about except in the most permissive of circumstances.
On your desk -surrounded by additional sketches- rests your desktop computer, and on the shelf above is a whole row of cases for game disks. (You also have a console underneath, that you had convinced your younger brother to rig into connecting with your monitor; he's much better at that hardware finagling than you. Ah, young kids these days and their technology…) You also have a few books for tabletop gaming, but given your lack of connection to most of your peers, you had to resort to dragging said brother into a short campaign. Then he soon became too bored to continue, so you were left simply playing on your own.
It got depressing fast, and you haven't really touched them recently.
Aside from that, there's not much of note. An acoustic guitar rests across your messy futon, the remnants of your all-too-brief musical phase - you were sure you were getting better, but noise complaints from the neighbors across the alleyway, combined with a scathing brotherly critique of your singing, put to rest any serious thoughts of pursuing the skill. Still, on occasions when you've had the house to yourself, you've managed to look up advice online and get some practice in. You've still been too self-conscious to ask your family if you've improved any, but you hoped it wasn't as painful nowadays. Finally, forgotten atop the dresser is a camera from a few years back, when you'd tried to get into photography. That, too, was an ill-fated endeavor, though less from lack of skill and more the simple fact that you feel more comfortable depicting life with a pencil in hand.
All told, it's an artistic but somewhat eclectic set of hobbies you've managed to waste your short life on, though you prefer to think of it as versatility. It's kept you occupied, at the very least, though your passion for your drawing and your sewing are very real.
And suddenly it hits you - you can't come back to this, can you? You could pick the pen back up and resume where you left off, but if your family noticed new drawings appearing, or your sewing machine seemingly operating itself, it would terrify them. They weren't inclined toward superstition in this day and age, but everyone had their limits. Your own skepticism had been shaken today, by events too strange to conceivably ignore. There is the remote possibility that this was all some strange dream and you were in a coma in the hospital or something, but somehow you found yourself doubting that.
You wind up lying down on the edge of the futon, plucking at guitar strings idly, just quietly enough to avoid being overheard. Outside the window, the stars twinkle distantly, almost drowned out by the glow of city lights below, and a sudden feeling of hopelessness washes over you. Sure, there's this whole 'magical girl' schtick that you remember just enough from those childhood anime reruns to understand the basics of, but the rest of the time? The protagonists of Mystic Midnight Voyager Kairi may have flown off all over the world on their brooms every night, guided only by the moon and stars during the hidden thirteenth hour only they could experience... but once the sun rose, they all still had to return home to deal with school and homework and friends. You, however… you are completely unmoored; you are past all of that now. To the world at large, you may as well be dead… Wait, no, you are dead, which just somehow makes it even worse. You can't just pick up where you left off.
Maybe coming back here was a mistake.
Standing back up, you drift over to the door (your door, not the strange one your benefactor had summoned) and gently, quietly, turn the knob. Even if nobody can hear or see you directly, you don't want to take the chance of freaking them out over things you're interacting with.
The hall is silent and empty; your brother's door is closed shut, no light coming from underneath. You can hear a noise coming from downstairs, too, so you carefully step toward the stairs, a lump growing in your throat.
But before you reach the top, you notice the full-length mirror hanging on the opposite end, right between your door and the one for your brother's room. To your surprise, you can see your own reflection clearly in it. Guess that's one myth debunked… or wait, wasn't that vampires? Either way, it's a surprise to you, and you wonder if anyone living would be able to see you in the reflection as well.
You'd better leave quick before someone comes and tests that out, but before you head down, you take a moment to look yourself over. You look just the same as on the day you died, perhaps just a little before the actual accident. (Going by the lack of blood on your outfit.)
What do you look like?
Task: Height
> Medium-Short
> Medium
> Medium-Tall
> Very Tall
Task: Hair
> Short
> Medium
> Long
Task: Bangs
> Parted
> Covering Eye
> Blunt
Task: Hair Color
> Black
> Purple
> Platinum
> Write-In
Task: Eye Color
> Purple
> Aqua
> Dark Grey
> Write-In
Task: Skin Color
> Dark
> Normal
> Pale
Task: Body Type
> Skinny
> Feminine
> Curvy
Task: Outfit
> School Uniform
> Casual weekend-wear
-> Dress
-> Sweater vest and skirt
-> Sweater vest and pants
-> Write-in
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[X] Plan Slightly Spooky Appearance
-[X] [Height] Medium-Short
-[X] [Hair] Medium
-[X] [Bangs] Parted
-[X] [Hair Color] Platinum
-[X] [Eye Color] Purple
-[X] [Skin Color] Pale
-[X] [Body Type] Feminine
-[X] [Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
--[X] Sweater vest and skirt
-[X] [Height] Medium-Short
-[X] [Hair] Medium
-[X] [Bangs] Parted
-[X] [Hair Color] Platinum
-[X] [Eye Color] Purple
-[X] [Skin Color] Pale
-[X] [Body Type] Feminine
-[X] [Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
--[X] Sweater vest and skirt
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ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Plan Hime-Sama
-[X][Height] Very Tall
-[X][Hair] Long
-[X][Bangs] Blunt
-[X][Hair Color] Purple
-[X][Eye Color] Aqua
-[X][Skin Color] Dark
-[X][Body Type] Feminine
-[X][Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
--[X] Sweater vest and skirt
That's how the task system works, right? I don't remember if I'm doing it right...
-[X][Height] Very Tall
-[X][Hair] Long
-[X][Bangs] Blunt
-[X][Hair Color] Purple
-[X][Eye Color] Aqua
-[X][Skin Color] Dark
-[X][Body Type] Feminine
-[X][Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
--[X] Sweater vest and skirt
That's how the task system works, right? I don't remember if I'm doing it right...
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Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] Plan Slightly Spooky Appearance
- Pronouns
- Their/Them
[X] Plan: Very Spooky Girl
[X][Height] Medium-Tall
[X][Hair] Long
[X][Bangs] Covering Eye
[X][Hair Color] Wine
[X][Eye Color] Pale-Green
[X][Skin Color] Pale
[X][Body] Skinny
[X][Outfit]
-[X] Leather jacket with undershirt and dark pants
[X][Height] Medium-Tall
[X][Hair] Long
[X][Bangs] Covering Eye
[X][Hair Color] Wine
[X][Eye Color] Pale-Green
[X][Skin Color] Pale
[X][Body] Skinny
[X][Outfit]
-[X] Leather jacket with undershirt and dark pants
Jack of Olives
Rolled a '3' on their Con score
- Location
- The land of fruits and nuts (California)
[X] Plan Slightly Spooky Appearance
- Pronouns
- Their/Them
No Very Spooky Girl?
- Location
- Singapore
- Pronouns
- Singular They
[X] Plan Completely Normal Girl (Except Dead)
- [X] [Height] Medium
- [X] [Hair] Medium
- [X] [Bangs] Blunt
- [X] [Hair Color] Black
- [X] [Eye Color] Write-In: Dark Brown
-- [X] Write-In: Whatever we want at the moment, especially if we think it looks cool
- [X] [Skin Color] Pale
- [X] [Body Type] Skinny
- [X] [Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
-- [X] Sweater vest and skirt
Question: what is "Normal" skin colour?
- [X] [Height] Medium
- [X] [Hair] Medium
- [X] [Bangs] Blunt
- [X] [Hair Color] Black
- [X] [Eye Color] Write-In: Dark Brown
-- [X] Write-In: Whatever we want at the moment, especially if we think it looks cool
- [X] [Skin Color] Pale
- [X] [Body Type] Skinny
- [X] [Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
-- [X] Sweater vest and skirt
Question: what is "Normal" skin colour?
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- Location
- SV's Only Complete Persona Quest
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[x] Plan Skin Dark Hair Light
[x][Height] Medium-Tall
[x][Hair] Short
[x][Bangs] Blunt
[x][Hair Colour] Platinum
[x][Eye Colour] Aqua
[x][Skin Colour] Dark
[x][Body Type] Curvy
[x][Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
-[x] Dress
[x][Height] Medium-Tall
[x][Hair] Short
[x][Bangs] Blunt
[x][Hair Colour] Platinum
[x][Eye Colour] Aqua
[x][Skin Colour] Dark
[x][Body Type] Curvy
[x][Outfit] Casual weekend-wear
-[x] Dress
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Um, no? There is absolutely nothing stopping you from coming back. Sure they would be scared if the possessions of a recently deceased family member started moving on their own, but it's not like there is anything that prevents you from communicating your condition, and with your ability to transform and be perceived through magical means, you are no spookier than a person who can turn invisible from time to time.
Oh, right. Teenager. The prospect of talking with your family must be so terrifying it never occured to you.
Edit:
[X] Spoopy Hot Girl
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NephyrisX
Luck is my dump stat. And the dice shows.
- Location
- Singapore
[X] Spoopy Hot Girl
[X][Height]Medium-Tall
-[X][Hair] Long
-[X][Bangs] Covering Eye
-[X][Hair Colour] Platinum
-[X][Eye Colour] Aqua
-[X][Skin Colour] Pale
-[X][Body Type] Curvy
-[X] School Uniform
-[X][Outfit]
--[X] Leather jacket with undershirt and dark pants
-[X] Basically this:
[X][Height]Medium-Tall
-[X][Hair] Long
-[X][Bangs] Covering Eye
-[X][Hair Colour] Platinum
-[X][Eye Colour] Aqua
-[X][Skin Colour] Pale
-[X][Body Type] Curvy
-[X] School Uniform
-[X][Outfit]
--[X] Leather jacket with undershirt and dark pants
-[X] Basically this:
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