.:Masquerade:. .:A Plumerian Roleplay:.

[fugitive]

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Username; Glomp
Plumierian; Rice
Ref; #253
Short Personality; Since he doesn't remember his past and has little knowledge of the world, he is native to a lot of things. He doesn't understand slang and takes everything literally. He is rather emotionless, and seems almost robotic when talking to other plumerians, though loosens up in the company of animals, it doesn't mean he prefers animals, he doesn't really know why he gets that way around plumerians. He can be easy to confuse, and doesn't know most common sense things, like stealing is wrong. He's very job driven.
Sexuality; Straight
Other; In anthro, he's a bear of a man, around 6ft and all muscle.
He's sort of a wanderer right now, but don't worry, he has money for things like hotel rooms so he's clean. /shot
I will draw a ref for his outfit soon. ;w;

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Watching as a piece of paper floated in the breeze, Rice quickly caught, cocking his head as he opened the slightly dirty letter. His eyes drifted over the words before he lowered it as to drop it, but his stomach let out a growl, looking surprise, he put his free hand on it and look back at the slip of paper.. well, there was going to be food.. and maybe a person from his dreams would attend? Shaking his head, he wondered how anything could make it's way from his head to the real world. The person who wrote this must be confused.

Allowing his bag to drop from his back, he dug around for a mask, though in vain. He had knew he didn't have one in here, but had hoped he unknowingly placed one in it.. well, a hood and mask won't too different, right? They both would hide the face.. Deciding that would be the best, he quickly zipped up his bag and slang over his shoulder, heading for the nearest public restroom to change.


Checking the address again, Rice looked up at the building. He shrugged, walking up to the entrance, he wore a rather plain white button up shirt, an equally as plain pair of black dress pants, and a vest concealing the scarf that formed a tie. The thing that really made him stand out was his hood, it was black and was attached to a shoulder length cape with planned jagged edges. He had found somewhere to leave his bag earlier, so he wouldn't have to lag around at the party, he didn't expect to be here too long but just in case..

Walking through the door, he looked around for the table of food, his eyes traveled over the others in the area, he enjoy the feel of the place, though didn't really understand what it's purpose was.. maybe they were all looking for.. friends? He shook his head slightly, he didn't know what those were but he was sure they must be important to them. Eyeing the table in question, he made his way over.

[epimetheus]

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Username; meowbeast
Plumierian; zitao
Ref; boop
Short Personality; easily offended,
optimistic, very sensitive, bashful,
modest, helpful, understanding,
protective, oddball
Sexuality; asexual pan-demiromantic
Other; none, i dont thinkkkk c:

ill start tomorrow, no muse rn uggh.

[monty]

Prosper;

"By 'dance' you don't mean 'twerking' right? Because I am wayyy too unpracticed to start in front of all of this people." Prosper snickered and looked towarss the dance floor. A slow dance. Nothing too drastic. Looks simple enough, a few steps and just don't run into anyone. "So basically we walk around in circles to music that no one likes but we pretend that it's appealing anyway? Cool. I'll wing it. When's this dance coming up?"

//these two are my favorite pair of friends omg |'D
I have two other plumies if anyone needs a reason to step in. :> ))

[vjg321]

z e v i a
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Zevia watched as a few more Plumies trickled in through the door, most everyone arrived now, so just a few stragglers popping in a little late. The music played softly, a slower song, as couples glided along the dace floor slowly. Zevia leaned her weight up against the wall, messing with her hair, her fingers tracing over the flowers that Nala had weaved into her hair. She found her eyes kept wandering back over to the door, thought of leaving tracing her mind. //Should I leave?? I don't know anyone, and I just look like a fool......//she thought to her self, letting her eyes fall to the floor.
She finally made up her mind, and decided to stay a little longer, in hope that maybe she would find or make a new friend.

{{Zevia is open if anyone wants to come up and talk/dance with her <3}}

[yenneii]

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Username; uniquecorn
Plumierian; Mocha Briar
Ref; ♥
Short Personality; Mocha is shy, sweet and smart. She loves to make friends, but it can be hard due to her anxiety.
Sexuality; Bi (but she's a little young for any of that.)
Other; So exited! nvn

[Scarlett;]

An undeniably confused expression donned Callie's features as her ears homed in on Prosper's reply. "When did I ever say that rubbish?" She shook her head, forcing back a laugh; he came up with the most ridiculous things sometimes... "I don't even... And when did you... Oh, nevermind." The host smoothed out some wrinkles in her flat-lying dress as she listened to her orange and black friend continue. "You say it so blatantly," she commented, looking unamused but still taking pleasure in his still-casual tone and aura. "It's a social thing; protocol for a ball like this, really. And I'm not sure. It'll be a challenge trying to teach it to all of these guests..." She directed her range to the dance floor, where Plumies were already picking partners and swaying to the music. "Hmm... Remember that dance from Tangled? Went to see it with my little cousin. Anyway, it was that dance out in the marketplace, in which they just passed partners every few moments. Or have you not seen it?"

[monty]

Prosper;


The plumerian scoffed slightly, "Who do you take me for? Of COURSE I've seen it? It may or may not have been pirated off of a few sites but I still saw it. Now, "remember" is a completely different word from "saw". Sooo remind me, what exactly am I going to be trying and failing to take seriously?" He snickered, never able to hold in a laugh whenever he said something he found amusing. Prosper looked over to the couple dancing next to him, so obviously tempted to stick out his foot and trip them. "Additional question, a hypothetical one, if one were to... oh I don't know, try out a new prank on unsuspecting guests? Exactly how much trouble would he get into and how severe would the consequences be?"

[Wulfjaw]

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Username; DaringAsh.
Plumierian; Irene King.
Ref; Here.
Short Personality; Loud, fiery, confident, passionate.
Sexuality; Homosexual.

Irene already didn't like this. Completely unenthusiastic, she stalked into the ballroom with her mask concealing her face. She, of course, being unwilling to be cooperative, hadn't dressed very fancy at all. She was wearing only one of her treasured sailor skirts, and a plain graphic tee. Dresses were something of a rarity to see her in, and heels were definitely not worth it. "Torture devices!" she's deemed them.
She'd brought a box of assorted donuts with her, because honestly, she needed something positive there. Rather than striding out into the middle of the room and mingling, she stubbornly sat on a table of refreshments and began wolfing down donuts most ungracefully.

[monty]

Akatora;;


Of course some of his hunters were here, he should have expected that. He managed to maintain a good crouching posture and slunk away, hiding behind the refreshments table avoid contact with those on his trail, 3,000 dollars was a lot of money after all. As he hunkered down, creating a decent cover for himself, Akatora couldn't help but hear slurping sounds from above and crumbs nearly falling onto his mohawk. He poked his head up from under the table and rudely barked, "Y'know this is a ball, you're supposed to look at least somewhat decent buddy. The donuts aren't exactly helping your image." .... Coming from a guy wearing a cheap, stolen tuxedo hiding underneath a refreshments table.

//ayyyy daring hope u don't mind me just butting in.

[Wulfjaw]

( 'Course I don't mind! ;] )

Irene jumped when a man's head popped up so suddenly. The donut she was attempting to shove whole into her maw almost choked her, and she had gagged a lot before managing to chew it properly and swallow. She glared at Akatora, obviously not pleased that she'd almost inhaled a whole donut and suffocated.
"Hey! You're being pretty rude, stranger dude! If the 'ball etiquette' is applied here, then I'd guess that manners were involved somewhere in the handbook." Ire snapped, throwing a donut at him.
"And what are you even hiding under the snack table for? You don't look like the kind of person that's too interested in snacks." She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. What was with this dude?