IGN:
Teagansy [Main]
Teag4n [Cool Alt]
List your discord:
Teagansy
Additionally, do you have a microphone and can speak via discord?
Yes, I do own a microphone and can speak at any time as long as I am free.
(Meaning when I am not at work haha…)
Your time zone and current country of residence:
PST, I live in the US.
(Some might say that i am a california gurl)
Link any previous community team applications if applicable:
2022 | Staff application
Do you recognize you could be removed from the community team?
Yes, I do recognize that and understand that I can be removed at any given time.
List a few things that may obstruct your progress/development on the Lore Team.
I would say a few things that would be significant hindrances. . is my current IRL job and my current involvement in the hospital faction. Whilst being involved in these, they can sometimes take a toll on my mental health since I am still dealing with current issues I face OOCly. I don't believe these will impede my progress or development at all, as I write in my free time since it helps me just sit back and chill. Typically, I can overcome any challenges that come up, and if anything. . It'll take me a bit longer with writing, but I really doubt that.
Do note that I am going into the military as well, meaning I won't be in my IRL job that I am currently doing and instead yk. . , so my activity may vary for a bit until I am stationed and then I can write as I normally do. With that, my activity can be DM'd about so I can give you a correct time table and not go too much into it here!
What makes you passionate about writing?:
There is definitely a lot of things that make me passionate for writing, and I will list those all below! ^-^
Storytelling was always something that peaked my interest since I was a young child. I used to enter contests, hoping they would read my hard-worked stories aloud to everyone. Of course. . , I never actually won--things were never that simple for me. If anything, it just fueled my desire to work harder on writing better stories that would capture someone's attention and make them go. . "Wow!" So, here is to me thanking my countless losses in those contests (5 times...) as it has clicked something inside of me to continue working hard for something that peaks my interest. Sure, I get unmotivated at times but that is simply a human flaw that we all carry.
I also love to take the time and look back on everything I have written to see how much I have improved or what I need to improve on. I can't deny not being quite the overthinker. Storytelling or. . creating lore has always been a passion of mine, something that I can just sit down and spend hours working on. Sometimes I do overdo it, like writing an eight-page lore story of a family that I own. I am also quite the art lover, as some of you know! I make my own music, draw and write! Of course I see writing as a form of it, so I think it would be absolutely wonderful to write for others instead of just myself and a few others.
Another thing I love about writing is sharing it with others! It makes me genuinely quite proud and happy when people give me feedback on stuff that I worked hard writing. I put a lot of effort and emotion into my work, otherwise it won't be good. I have to make myself feel like the character in order to add emotions of how they react correctly. I love having areas to work on, so please do not hold back any feedback! It took me a lot of time and practice to be where I am right now with writing. I faced many obstacles just like anybody else would, mine was more-so trying to keep up with others.
Lastly, when I write, I feel like I can envision what I am writing about, as if I'm a side character watching the whole thing, just waiting for everything to unfold. It's somewhat difficult to explain but it is something that always keeps me interested in writing. It's almost like I get a firsthand look at how the characters' personalities play out! It is the whole sense of being both the creator and the witness that keeps me captivated, the unending thrill of getting to discover what lies within the world I am shaping for them.
(Even though I am not that great at folk-lore but it is still a work in my development.)
Do you have any previous experience with writing lore or creative writing as a general aspect?:
I have not had that much experience with lore writing, except for writing an 8 page lore background for the Santos family. I am still working on writing more for the family since I do need to include other players and plan to write more for other characters. I also had a lore journal that I wrote for one of my characters! Not sure if that counts but I enjoyed it a lot and hope I can write more stuff like that for my other characters too.
In your own words, give your definition of lore:
I see lore as a story that can be written about almost anything! It could be about a place, a character, or even an object. Lore tells a story that everyone can read to discover where something or someone began—where they originated from. Lore gives meaning to everything. Without it, who would we even be? Lore breathes life into everything. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. It provides us with context and depth for everything—literally everything! It gives everything a rich background and history, instead of just being a boring blank slate.
If you think about it, even a simple baseball has lore, like where was it made? And when. . and where has it been?! Which games has it been a part of? What significant moments in sports history has it witnessed? Who has held it, thrown it, or hit it? Each mark that lays on that baseball shows where it has been and the story behind it. Everything and everyone has a story to tell.
WRITING PROMPTS:
#1
Summarize a character conflict, roleplay conflict, or event that you experienced (server-wide, personal, etcetera- there is no bar for how ‘interesting’ or ‘impactful’ it is). Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
“Tell me, Mizuki. How did we get here?”
The male's voice was low, strained. . As if every word had to fight its way out of him. The lengthy man stood under the cold moonlight, holding a tight grip to his taser, its presence between them as menacing as the silence.
Across from him was a girl—Mizuki Mori, a girl who was once known for her contagious joy.. Her eyes were dark voids, wide and empty, as if struggling to discern reality from the dreamlike fragments in her mind.. Her long black hair swayed in the night breeze, glinting silver under the pale light. The wind whispered through the trees, as if sharing secrets with the mountains that surrounded them. They stood near an abandoned well and a crumbling hut—nothing remained but shattered memories.
Kanazawa’s hand trembled as he tipped his hat off, revealing his weary face—etched with pain, rage, and grief. It felt as if the night got colder each time she looked at him.
“Mizu, look at yourself.” The man spoke once more.
Mizu was quick to drop her gaze. Her clothes were as black as the night, but the blood splatters across her shoes—those were unmistakable. Mizu froze, her breath getting caught in her throat. Her wide eyes darted back to the man, Detective Kanazawa, the father of her best friend. The moon hung low above them, a silent witness as the world seemed to tilt beneath her.. She has yet to blink.
“Where is Seijun?” he asked, though his voice had already betrayed him. He knew deep down.
Mizuki lifted her eyes, her gaze sharp and calculating, she was in her own world. The young girl picked at her nails but not in an anxious way. Before you know it, her lips curled in a subtle, unnerving smile—a look that could make anyone pause in thought....
“Mizu… please, don’t—”.
The detective's voice faltered, and his hands curled into fists, knuckles whitening as the truth sank in.. He knew. He wasn't blind. . , he knew his daughter was dead, he felt it deep inside. Seijun—his daughter, his whole world, was gone. And Mizuki, her best friend, her supposed soulmate, had been the one to take her away. How? Why? The answers felt as elusive as the memories Mizuki now struggled to grasp. It made no sense to him.. The constant questions in his head ate at him.
Mizuki’s smile faded. She took a step back, her hands rising to her face as confusion clouded her features, as if she’d just woken from a nightmare she didn’t fully remember. It was clear that the girl was losing it.
“What... what happened?” She spoke softly.
Mori sank to her knees, her hands trembling as she stared down at them—stared at the blood that stained her fingers. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the stains to rub off. Her heart pounded, sending waves of dizziness through her as she tried to piece together fragments of herself like a puzzle that was missing a piece.
“I… what did I do?” she whispered, her voice shattering like glass in the night.
Mizu’s face turned pale, her skin glistening, even in tragedy, she was as beautiful as the moon. Kanazawa’s voice was comforting, soothing to the ears, but they didn’t match the look on his face, the look that held anger and regret. What was it that he regretted? It was letting his daughter meet Mizuki, the highschooler who took away his daughter from him, his only family.
“What did YOU do? Really?”
A soft laugh escaped Kana’s mouth, he looked up towards the moon and then back on Mizu.
“Mizuki, you need to come with me.”
The detective fought against the voices that pierced through his head, voices that filled with pure hatred and sadness. He hated the look that Mizu held on her face, her innocent looking eyes, eyes that held a whole story behind them. A town full of violence, enough to break a person. Mizuki was the victim to that, as many people are. She wasn’t meant for Karakura, it changed her. . . , she was no longer the Mizu that everyone once knew, the sweet girl who always knew how to make a room light up. Now she was like a blank canvas, slowly being painted black, no light left to fill.
“She left me.”
Mori spoke softly, making direct eye contact with the detective.
“Mizuki, not now.”
Kanazawa couldn’t talk about it, he was close to breaking. It was already enough to be standing in front of the girl, to have her eyes looking at him as if she were an injured fawn.
“Why can’t I remember anything?”
The teen was in shock, grasping at her hair in frustration. Kanazawa lost himself, he sighed loudly before beginning to walk past Mizu, getting behind her and placing cuffs around her wrists.
“Mizuki Mori, You are under arrest for first degree murder on Seijun Kanazawa.”
The detective's voice broke, behind him stood three other officers, waiting on the sidelines in case anything happened. That night, Kanazawa lost two daughters, Seijun and sweet Mizuki. He looked after her, but she broke and kept on breaking into smaller pieces– the cracks only becoming bigger before she finally lost herself fully. Mizuki Mori, the name that will always ring throughout his head. The effect of living in Karakura, she just happened to be one of the unlucky ones.
In the back of Kanazawa’s mind, Mizu died.
All he could think was
“I hate you.”
[WC - 922]
(totally not a romantic homicide reference at the end)
#2
Create a folklore tale based on an existing area in Karakura of your choosing; tell us a story! Show us how creative you can get. Be sure to follow the above guidelines.
In the dark night lies a hospital in the heart of Karakura. Its walls carried history and whispers of the long forgotten past. Among the many rumored tales told about this place, none were as chilling as the legend of the morgue and its unsettling hallways. One thing that stood out the most about this legend was a word that no one shall ever say out loud. It was said that those who risk saying the cursed word “quiet” would summon the restless spirits of the departed, those who linger in the hospital after death. . roaming the hallways.
Long ago, a young doctor named Aiko Moore was making her rounds in the poorly lit hallways. The moon glistened, a freezing breeze filling the outside. The emergency room had been unusually calm at that time, and in the moment of the naive relief she had, she whispered to herself. .
“It’s so quiet tonight. .”
Not even seconds after the words left her lips, the lights began to flicker, a cold wind swept through the door, and the curtains swayed in the wind.
Aiko felt the breeze, sending a chill down her spine as the once comforting silence turned into an ominous feeling. She tried ignoring that feeling, heading downstairs to finish up some work. She felt the shadows around her moving, and faint whispering that echoed throughout the empty halls. Aiko set down her paperwork, heading back towards the stairs . . step . . step. . CREEEEKK, she stopped in her tracks. . frozen in fear. A soft, mournful cry was heard down the hall, right where the morgue was. Against her better judgment, she stayed still and listened.
The cry only grew louder, creeeek CREEEK, the floorboards creaked loudly but no one was seen in sight. As Aiko looked down the empty hallway, she clutched her radio and spoke into it
“Is anyone in the morgu-”
BANG- , the morgue door slammed open, and a dark, unsettling feeling spilled out within it. Aiko could have swore that she saw something. . a figure perhaps. The young doctor was close to putting her radio away until she heard someone speak over it. . jeez, that sure made her heart stop!
“Full lobby due to the storm! I am broadcasting for more doctors.”
Aiko had no idea that a storm was going on, but she felt relieved to hear another voice speak. Aiko turned back around, heading towards the stairs once more.
“Maybe I just need sleep. .”
She spoke softly to herself, not expecting a response back.
“Don’t leave.”
Aiko stopped, slowly turning her head to look back down the hall. The morgue door was closed again, she could have sworn that it swung open. . she didn’t believe in spirits but she knew something was down there with her. The doctor quickly high heeled towards the stairs then the power went out. Her radio went off again
“Crap! The power cut out! Is anyone near the basement? The backup generator is right next to the morgue. I am busy with patients!”
Aiko’s heart pounded in her chest, she stumbled back against the wall. . thinking about what to do. She had to do it, maybe she will get a promotion some day.
“I- I can do it.”
Dr. Moore sighed into the radio
“Thank you, Aiko!”
She nodded, putting her radio in her pocket for the time being. The air downstairs only grew colder, especially the closer she got towards the morgue. The generator lied to the room next to the morgue, just her luck. . THUD! A loud noise came from the closet, a bunch of cleaning sprays fell out into the hallway.
“Oh. . god. Okay. . I got this!”
Aiko nodded, reassuring herself as much as she could. The young doctor tried her best to ignore the whispers that bounced off the walls, and more that creaked through the morgue’s door. Aiko regretted saying the word “quiet”, surely that is what caused this whole situation! She mustered up her courage and SPRINTED down the hall, not peeking an eye to the morgue at all. It took her 5 minutes to figure out how to turn the power back on, a noise came out her radio, making her jump
“Goodjob, Aiko. I owe you one.”
Aiko was relieved, but after this. . she was sure no one would believe her about what happened down there. Finally, she made her way back upstairs. As soon as she made it up, she felt safe. Aiko learned her lesson to never say that cursed word again. In the end, Aiko never really knew if those voices were real, but it all felt like a fever dream. . or nightmare you could say. Ever since then, she did everything she could to never step foot in the morgue again. It wasn’t long before Aiko moved away from Karakura, she told many of what happened but few believed her.
The tale lingers till this very day, serving as a chilling reminder of the power behind words. The hospital remains a place of healing, but also a place where the past and present coexist, bound together by the fragile thread of silence.
[WC - 851]
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