Post by SADIE VALENCIA on Feb 17, 2021 14:53:43 GMT
THE WRITERS’ BREAKFAST CLUB
Dear RPer, We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole weekend rewriting our pieces for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write blurbs telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
The Writers’ Breakfast Club has become an almost daily fixture at the Coffee Bean. Stealing one of the big tables in the corner, one, two, three, four, even all of them gathering to write together in silence or talk things over until the hair pulling stops and fingers start tapping at keyboards again. These five might not even have started out as friends but after months and months of working together, they’re all super close and super supportive.
Real names are negotiable, their writing genres are the handles they are listed by here.
Sadie is the Princess (although if you call her that she is likely to drop you with a particular well aimed hit somewhere sensitive with her giant bag). Our athlete, basket case and criminal are blurbed below. Read the dust jackets, follow them on Goodreads, get hooked.
Dear RPer, We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole weekend rewriting our pieces for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write blurbs telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.
The Writers’ Breakfast Club has become an almost daily fixture at the Coffee Bean. Stealing one of the big tables in the corner, one, two, three, four, even all of them gathering to write together in silence or talk things over until the hair pulling stops and fingers start tapping at keyboards again. These five might not even have started out as friends but after months and months of working together, they’re all super close and super supportive.
Real names are negotiable, their writing genres are the handles they are listed by here.
Sadie is the Princess (although if you call her that she is likely to drop you with a particular well aimed hit somewhere sensitive with her giant bag). Our athlete, basket case and criminal are blurbed below. Read the dust jackets, follow them on Goodreads, get hooked.
coded by Taki of Adox
ECHTRA
species: Optional | age: Late 20s | face claim: Aubrey Plaza | relationship: Friends
‘Echtra’ - pre-Christian Old Irish literature about a hero's adventures in the Otherworld or with otherworldly beings
The Basket Case is a writer of the weird and wonderful – picture modern day Gulliver’s Travels with the hero or heroine on incredible adventures in the Otherworld and with supernatural beings. Fantasy at its absolute weirdness spilling from the mind of a woman who’d always been painted as one of Mystic Falls’ weirdos.
Unlike Tartan Noir and Technothriller, Echtra grew up in Mystic Falls. She was painted as the weird kid from an early age – whether she came from a family known for this or if she’s the weird one in a perfectly normal family is up to the player. The family history is wide open for the player to choose.
By the time Echtra hit high school she was letting her huge imagination spill out on a daily basis. She would have had a small group of friends just as much outsiders as she was and provoked others by being as bizarre as possible towards them when she could, always pushing back against the label of Basket Case that they slapped her with.
Post high school most of Echtra’s friends moved on to college but she stayed in Mystic Falls (at Whitmore or not is up to the player). She had part time jobs on and off but it wasn’t until the shrink her parents sent her to for a time suggested writing that Echtra really found her stride.
When the club first started gathering Echtra didn’t trust that the others weren’t pulling some Carrie prom kinda moment, suckering her in to just shame her in some way later, so she tried to provoke them all into pushing her out first. It didn’t work and it eventually struck Echtra that maybe she’d finally found her kindred spirits.
species: Optional | age: Late 20s | face claim: Aubrey Plaza | relationship: Friends
Echtra – The Basket Case
‘Echtra’ - pre-Christian Old Irish literature about a hero's adventures in the Otherworld or with otherworldly beings
The Basket Case is a writer of the weird and wonderful – picture modern day Gulliver’s Travels with the hero or heroine on incredible adventures in the Otherworld and with supernatural beings. Fantasy at its absolute weirdness spilling from the mind of a woman who’d always been painted as one of Mystic Falls’ weirdos.
Unlike Tartan Noir and Technothriller, Echtra grew up in Mystic Falls. She was painted as the weird kid from an early age – whether she came from a family known for this or if she’s the weird one in a perfectly normal family is up to the player. The family history is wide open for the player to choose.
By the time Echtra hit high school she was letting her huge imagination spill out on a daily basis. She would have had a small group of friends just as much outsiders as she was and provoked others by being as bizarre as possible towards them when she could, always pushing back against the label of Basket Case that they slapped her with.
Post high school most of Echtra’s friends moved on to college but she stayed in Mystic Falls (at Whitmore or not is up to the player). She had part time jobs on and off but it wasn’t until the shrink her parents sent her to for a time suggested writing that Echtra really found her stride.
When the club first started gathering Echtra didn’t trust that the others weren’t pulling some Carrie prom kinda moment, suckering her in to just shame her in some way later, so she tried to provoke them all into pushing her out first. It didn’t work and it eventually struck Echtra that maybe she’d finally found her kindred spirits.
coded by Taki of Adox
species: Optional | age: 30s | face claim: Pablo Schreiber | relationship: Friends
Taken by Me!
Technothriller – The Athlete
‘Technothriller’ - a hybrid genre drawing from science fiction, thrillers, spy fiction, action, and war novels. They include a disproportionate amount (relative to other genres) of technical details on their subject matter (typically military technology); only hard science fiction tends towards a comparable level of supporting detail on the technical side.
Mystic Falls is a relatively new home for Technothriller. He grew up elsewhere, eventually finding his way from being a high school jock into the military – likely special forces of some sort – army ranger, green beret, marine recon etc. Having been an athlete his entire life the transition was easy for Technothriller and gradually his role in his team would’ve slid towards technology.
Technothriller is the guy who can wire up your new sound system in minutes, or level your house with one well calculated explosive device. He’s the most comfortable with computers in the Club and when someone starts screaming about part of a file being lost or swearing over blue screen crashes Technothriller is the guy who can have it fixed in minutes. He’s also the guy most likely to give that grim warning of backing everything up at the end of each meeting.
At the end of his career – the reason for this is entirely up to the player, as is all of his history other than what’s listed above – Technothriller was desperate for a quieter life. Something that didn’t come with gunfire and explosions. He moved to a small town – unknowingly one with a massive supernatural problem. Within weeks Technothriller was bored and desperate for a taste of his past life … so he started writing about it in a way.
Sadie caught him browsing the creative writing section at the local bookstore and leapt. With a lot of browbeating by a woman who barely came up to his chest, Technothriller caved and joined their group. Quiet and intense, he tends to focus more on the writing at these meetings than anything else but slowly he’s being worn down there too.
coded by Taki of Adox
TARTAN NOIR
species: Optional | age: 40s | face claim: Robert Carlyle | relationship: Friends
‘Tartan Noir’ - a form of crime fiction particular to Scotland and Scottish writers. It has its roots in Scottish literature but borrows elements from elsewhere, including from the work of American crime writers of the second half of the twentieth century, especially of the hard-boiled genre, and of European authors.
Criminal. That was the label slapped on Tartan Noir before he was even out of his teens. Growing up in a rough part of Glasgow it was almost inevitable that he would find himself in trouble eventually. Tartan Noir got involved in petty crime all the way up until his mid-20s. By then he’d gotten a girl knocked up, who he’d married – cause he was looking to do the right thing by her – and there was a toddler running around the house. He should’ve straightened up by Tartan Noir was still running with the guys he always had done and petty crime turned into an attempt to rob a bank that left two security guards in ICU. Tartan and three others were caught and were all sentenced to more than a decade hard time.
Tartan was 40 when he eventually got out. By then his family had moved to a small town in Virginia. Wanting to make amends Tartan followed them when he could, getting himself a crappy little one bedroom apartment and trying to make ends meet with whoever would take on an ex-criminal. It was his daughter who encouraged him to write in the end, when she started to ask questions about his life in order to get to know her father better.
Stories about Glasgow and its criminal underbelly began to spill from Tartan’s fingers into the used, cantankerous laptop she got for him. He’d sit in a corner of the Coffee Bean in the mornings before he went to work, pecking away at the thing, cursing at it in a way that turned the air blue and certainly caught Sadie’s attention.
Older than the others he’s almost the father of the Writers’ Breakfast Club – albeit one with a hell of a mouth on him and the sort of criminal history the others are only just beginning to scratch the surface of with what Tartan will admit to and what’s in the stories they’ve beta read for him.
Rough around the edges, Tartan has never quiet grown out of his upbringing. Whether this means he’s still pulling the occasional illegal act is up to the player but right now Tartan is trying to do his absolute best by his ex-wife and daughter.
species: Optional | age: 40s | face claim: Robert Carlyle | relationship: Friends
Tartan Noir – The Criminal
‘Tartan Noir’ - a form of crime fiction particular to Scotland and Scottish writers. It has its roots in Scottish literature but borrows elements from elsewhere, including from the work of American crime writers of the second half of the twentieth century, especially of the hard-boiled genre, and of European authors.
Criminal. That was the label slapped on Tartan Noir before he was even out of his teens. Growing up in a rough part of Glasgow it was almost inevitable that he would find himself in trouble eventually. Tartan Noir got involved in petty crime all the way up until his mid-20s. By then he’d gotten a girl knocked up, who he’d married – cause he was looking to do the right thing by her – and there was a toddler running around the house. He should’ve straightened up by Tartan Noir was still running with the guys he always had done and petty crime turned into an attempt to rob a bank that left two security guards in ICU. Tartan and three others were caught and were all sentenced to more than a decade hard time.
Tartan was 40 when he eventually got out. By then his family had moved to a small town in Virginia. Wanting to make amends Tartan followed them when he could, getting himself a crappy little one bedroom apartment and trying to make ends meet with whoever would take on an ex-criminal. It was his daughter who encouraged him to write in the end, when she started to ask questions about his life in order to get to know her father better.
Stories about Glasgow and its criminal underbelly began to spill from Tartan’s fingers into the used, cantankerous laptop she got for him. He’d sit in a corner of the Coffee Bean in the mornings before he went to work, pecking away at the thing, cursing at it in a way that turned the air blue and certainly caught Sadie’s attention.
Older than the others he’s almost the father of the Writers’ Breakfast Club – albeit one with a hell of a mouth on him and the sort of criminal history the others are only just beginning to scratch the surface of with what Tartan will admit to and what’s in the stories they’ve beta read for him.
Rough around the edges, Tartan has never quiet grown out of his upbringing. Whether this means he’s still pulling the occasional illegal act is up to the player but right now Tartan is trying to do his absolute best by his ex-wife and daughter.
coded by Taki of Adox
hope to see you in the discord! 
