♜♞♛Night of the Oddities♚♝♟︎ Winner's collection
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"The Lady in Pink" You've never seen me looking so lovely as I did tonight, You've never seen me shine so bright, You've never seen so many butterflies ask me if I wanted to dance, They're looking for me to catch them, given half a chance, And you have never seen that net I'm wearing, Or the highlights in my hair that catch my eyes, You have been blind;
The lady in pink is dancing with you, cheek to cheek.
Meet The Pink Lady. She was invited because she is a curiosity in and of herself because she has only been seen wearing the color pink. She is known to only drink so the host wanted to see if that was really true.
The Pink Lady collects very rare pink butterflies.
As you survey your assembled guests before the event begins, a certain haughty redhead catches your eye-- not in a good way.
You feel a sudden rush of heated anger just looking at her. The woman’s glittery display strikes you as far too nouveau riche. Her face is unveiled, how naïve. Is that lingerie under her cloak? Just…why? And how can such a shallow, vain, flighty, vapid person look so bored at what must surely be the most intriguing event she’s ever received an invitation to? How could you have made such a mistake, to reach out to such a silly, insignificant individual? She doesn’t belong in such entertaining company…
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Yet even as these thoughts pass through your mind, you wonder what is going on? This is completely unlike you.
You give your head a shake, trying to clear it. You know as well as well as anyone not to judge by surface appearances and in this group of eccentric collectors such an act is even greater folly…
As soon as you think this, the faint scent of a wisp of smoke assaults your mind, as of something small and foul burned to a cinder.
Ah, now you see the truth, the lady had bespelled herself to be underestimated, and of course such a thing will never do for this particular auction. No wonder your mind perceived an insult, after all you’d spent the time to gather the most interesting individuals. Thankful you are to resist such glamours, you wonder who among your guests will be able to discern the truth and who will dismiss the threat she poses.
Feeling the true warmth of the power emanating from her, a sudden frisson of concern enters. You are auctioning your curios because you feel they would be better off passed to others, but will this particular lady simply burn any objects she acquires?
The woman turns towards the shadow in which you are standing and flashes you a bright smile. The answer is in your mind suddenly, as if tossed to you like a ball. Red, orange, and golden hair, the ruffle and swish of long dresses set against gorgeous backdrops… she will treasure any memento she takes from your hand, perhaps forever.
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Despite this, he seems to be welcome amongst the crowd. Whatever wares he has he keeps inside his jacket, close to his chest like precious cargo. You cannot help inching closer towards him to get a peek. The smell of formaldehyde smacks you in the face. It is at this moment you have decided: something is not quite right with Dr. Findley. Despite the fear, you just can't help yourself. Dr. Findley does not hesitate in showing off his wares - a shimmering rainbow of vials upon vials of chemicals. He asserts he can cure what ails you, practically forcing a teal vial into your hands. Before you can ask, he's gone. Shrugging, you uncork the vial...
Tengu Yakuzaby Jasper I had a whole exchange planned but I'm running out of time so:
This is Kenku-san. A mysterious figure to be sure. While a snazzy dresser, he's not a collector in the traditional sense. Yes, he goes to auctions and bids like any other, but he's often under the employ of someone richer and more powerful than himself. Some may call him a "grunt-man" or a "step-and-fetch-it," but those usually choke on smoke and find themselves in a wooded area surrounded by (a) murder (of crows,) never to be seen again.
As for what he collects for his benefactors? Why, the usual fair, of course. Magic baubles, priceless artifacts, ancient scrolls but he and his employer have a particular weakness for the shiniest of baubles. No real reason why; they just flock to them like a moth to flame. His employer? None other than the great Soujoubou.
Outfit Not Found Collector of gazes - I hope to be able to be type about them, but I wanted to submit it before the deadline at least
bird and bear and hare and fish give my love her fondest wish
Damn, The doors were locked before Halle Mark exited her Buble'. Outfit Not Found
[font=perpetua]The night is moving along...
(((EVENT ONE CLOSES))) (((OUR HOSTS))) (((EVENT TWO BEGINS)))[/font]
The clock strikes midnight. The doors close.
But night is still young, maybe there is a way in through the back...
[font=perpetua]━Event ONE: Winners━[/font]
First of all, a HUGE thank you for everyone who participated! We were completely thrown away by your creativity and the sheer amount of you that participated! You didn't make this easy on us. Every single of you can be proud of what you submitted, we had an amazing time reading through all of your entries. Even if you missed the deadline you are more than welcome to still show us your character and sneak in through the back door.
Without further ado, our winners:
[font=perpetua]━Guest of Honor:━[/font]
[font=perpetua]━Blessed by Lady Luck:━[/font]
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Congratulations to all winners!
You may pick whatever you like from the ♜♞♛ [font=perpetua]Prize Gallery[/font] ♚♝♟︎
First come, first serve! Ping for your pick!
 | The Rook is known to be a very rich business man, possessing a gaze some could describe as soul piercing. He lives in a highly secure mansion, famous for its peculiar architecture with one huge tower standing tall on the center of it. He owns a very private private collection and seems to be obsessed protecting his collection. He is known to have put insane amounts of his wealth to security alone. Hired armed guards patrol the castle grounds at every time of the day to keep watch. The guards are rumored to protect the grounds aggressively from those who enter without a safe-conduct. No-one knows how his mansion looks inside.
He is a very secretive man both about his collection and himself. No one knows exactly the range of his collection, excluding from a few pieces he has been caught buying from the private auctions such as this one. Some of the pieces he seems to be fond of collecting are floor plans of mysterious spaces. Despite being secretive, he is also rumored to be quite a ladies man. In these type of gatherings he is often seen enjoying all sorts of female company. Seemingly being fond of the ladies it is most likely he is also doing it to keep himself occupied and to avoid having any in-depth conversations with some of the important guests. |
The Knight lives secluded in an abandoned village, in a misty mountain. The decrepit wooden walls of his home hold multiple weapons, blades of all kinds, but there’s barely any furniture in there. He always carries at least five blades on him, some might be visible, and some not.
He might have been an actual knight once - supposed to protect some noble or the like - but he was dishonored, the noble died and the blame fell on him - he is disgraced but still known in some circles as the most formidable fighter and assassin. Aside from blades, he collects knowledge about martial arts, but that collection resides in his mind alone. |  |
 | The Queen arrives from no where and from everywhere. She is here and there, all at once, and not at all. She is not of this world, maybe not of the next one, maybe something else entirely.
The vast collection of curios sprawls around her, shining, glittering, vying for attention, but she pays it no heed. Not a single glance. She has everything and more. From the worlds of mortals and immortals alike she lacks but one thing. And that thing she covets more than anything. Perhaps you came for the gold, the treasures of far away lands or the antiques, trinkets of times bygone. But those are not things she needs, things she cares for. Things to add into her collection, to cherish and to keep forever. So, she looks past the curiosities, the anomalies, and the oddities. She looks at you and sees you. Because you are what she collects. |
The King is a king in name only. For now, at least. He is a demon prince, next-in-line for the throne. But to ascend, he must prove his worth. As only the worthy may rule.
To prove oneself worthy of the throne, a successor must complete a trial or worth. Once partaken on, there is no way back. Prove your worth and seize the throne or die trying. The trial itself changes every time, shapes itself in the image of those wishing to complete it. The trial for the King was written down in the annals long before he himself was even born. It goes like this: “A fruit of power grows across the mountain, in a mirror of secrets lies your true self. Reap the fruit, sow the seed. Stare down your old self and anew you shall break through the cracks. In the palm of your hand, bring back the key and with it, all the doors will open, and your reign may be glorious.” And so, he travels. Across each mountain, far and wide, searching. Not knowing where to look or even what he’s looking for. Only that once he finds it, surely, he will know. |  |
 | The Bishop is a vain and mysterious man, with a smile that stretches too wide to be comfortable. He is pale, and his stark white hair falls softly over his shoulders, a facade of gentleness where there is none. He is darkness hiding in the light, shadows where there should be none. He is danger with a smile, and corruption with love. The Bishop is a man of many faces and appearances, a being so deluded, he sees himself as a man of eternal love. Love for himself, perhaps. No one knows where he is from, or where he goes - well, we don’t when he is from either. He lurks on the edges of history, following those who find themselves wanting, needing a purpose in life. After all, he is all too happy to provide one.
The Bishop is not a collector of things; no, that is utterly and completely below him. He collects souls you see - people who devote their entire heart and soul to him, and will follow wherever he goes. Some might call them the devil’s children, but the Bishop simply smiles at the insinuation, as if he’d pay tribute to anyone other than himself. His devotees teeter on the edge of mindless subjugation and willing devotion, and he would not want it any other way. He deserves it, and would not want anything less. His church, a facsimile of holiness, is a cavernous building of spires and stained windows, where the light is swallowed by flames and wine. And so when the invitation came, the Bishop scoffed at it at first. He has no use for someone’s worthless collection of trinkets and baubles! But the promise of a venue of souls, ripe for corruption and reaping is a temptation that a man of sin cannot resist. And so here we find him, resplendent and glimmering in white and gold, watching and waiting. |
The Pawn is a woman of few words but has the grace of a many. No word misspoken slips out from between her lips, not an ounce of hesitation is found in her determined step. Not a hair out of place on her meticulously drafted appearance. As a greeting she gives a courteous bow but does not speak without a purpose. She is here on matters of business, and business only.
She is well known among the collectors, though not being one herself. The invitation that brought her here was not addressed to her, but to her master. She is here on their behalf. What her master collects, very little is known. Only that whatever it is, she is very good at acquiring. The whims of her master are known to her only, and she rarely shares. A trinket here, a trinket there. A faded stamp, a bottle of wine, antique art, and an offering from a shrine. Ancient coin, a child’s toy, a lost ring, and an instrument with strings. A forgotten song and a story told for long. A flower, a tome, a secret, a soul. As little as is known of the collection she curates, even less is known of herself. Only that she serves and serves well. Maybe if you’re lucky, she will trade you a dance for a locket or a smile for your finger bone. But nothing that she gives, she gives away freely. Sometimes it’s whispered that maybe the master never existed after all. No name to speak of, no face to recognize and no castle to hide all the secrets in. Yet the invitations go, and she arrives. |  |
[font=perpetua]━Event TWO: Arrival━[/font]
The manor of The Collector sprawls far and wide. Grand halls, endless corridors, stairs descending and ascending from no where and to no where.
And everywhere you look, curios upon curios upon curios.
Not an inch of wall is left unused, every table and self and window sill covered in the most peculiar collectibles. Books, stamps, specimen jars, records, paintings, mounted weapons and framed photographs. Surely anything that can be collected, that has ever existed, has made itself a home somewhere in the nooks of this manor. Anything and everything you could ever dream of, collected and displayed. A collection of everything.
And tonight, some of that could be yours.
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The curio collection unveiled!
When you reach the amount of kisses required for the tier, you qualify for all items of that tier and previous tiers. Reaching 30 kisses qualifies you for an invite for all event CWs.
+Distribute your kisses as evenly as you can between all hosts.+ +All items are event exclusive but we reserve the right to distribute additional copies in the future how we choose.+
When you are ready to slot, ping for the invites!
[font=perpetua]━The 12 Kiss Tier━[/font]
[font=perpetua]━The 24 Kiss Tier━[/font]
[font=perpetua]━The 30 Kiss Tier━[/font]
♜♞♛ [font=perpetua]Slots[/font] ♚♝♟︎
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Ah thank you so much ♥
I had a blast creating a character and backstory for this!
Could I please have the from the prize shop? It's been on my wishlist forever and I've assumed it'd be one of those impossible finds.
Also gotta get to work on some kisses soon because That Lineup.
Thank you so much o.o And congrats other winners! I'm glad that my character caught some attention, cause it was so fun to put all the details together! May I get as a prize . I didn't know that such perfect item even exists. Thank you~
[tot=Minvana] | [egg=Minvana] | [tp=Minvana]
didn't have time to participate in event 1 but is high key hoping to read a horror anthology with all the characters created during it one day!
never too late to crash the event ;>
[Kiss=Daring] 5 [Kiss=Emyon] 5 [Kiss=Akita] 5 [Kiss=Deerest] 5 [Kiss=Idiot] 5 [Kiss=Bunshroom] 5
Kiss Daring 5x Kiss Emyon 5x Kiss Akita 5x Kiss Deerest 5x Kiss Idiot 5x Kiss Bunshroom 5x
May I have an invite for , please?
There is no Shepard without Vakarian
Going for 30 for the doll <3
Kisses 5 5 5 5 5 5
May I have a slot for pretty please? :)
x 5 x 5 x 5 x 5 x 5 x 5
need 30 for total = 30
and a very much congrats to the winners!
Slot on void doll please :)
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