characters, story

src/char/Aloin-basics

@@ -1,12 +1,13 @@
 <ul>
-    <li><b>role:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>age:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>birthday:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>mental:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>physical:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>height:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>style:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>residence:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>likes:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>dislikes:</b>  </li> 
+    <li><b>role:</b> husband, father, emperor of evil </li>
+    <li><b>age:</b> late 30s </li>
+    <li><b>birthday:</b> keep forgetting to check in the Sims ;-; </li>
+    <li><b>mental:</b> brilliant mind, loves puzzles, genuine and enthusiastic </li>
+    <li><b>physical:</b> average height and build, unusual bent features, no eyebrows, glasses </li>
+    <li><b>height:</b> 6'5 </li>
+    <li><b>style:</b> Understated but luxurious, goofy accessories </li>
+    <li><b>residence:</b> some Sims house </li>
+    <li><b>likes:</b> time with family, mastery of black magic, elaborate plots, chess </li>
+    <li><b>dislikes:</b> fake magicians, zombies, moralizing </li> 
+    <li>notes: 6+' is average height for a sim </li>
 </ul>

src/char/Aloin-desc

@@ -1 +1 @@
-<p></p>
+<p>He has unique features to say the least, with a squared forehead, complete lack of eyebrows, sloping orbital bones, pronounced nostrils. He usually wears his black hair shaved, but sometimes he grows it out long on the top. He wears glasses but usually leaves them at home. Dramatic changes and costumes are part of his lifestyle at this point, so his family doesn't even comment anymore. </p>

src/char/Aloin-label

@@ -1 +1 @@
-Name | means <i>?</i> | Witch♂
+Name | means <i>magical friend</i> | Witch♂

src/char/Aloin-story

@@ -1 +1 @@
-<p></p>
+<p>He's an evil genius, with a startling IQ and repertoire of spells, which he has mastered through decades of playing with magic. Evil is a deep part of who he is, and it marks every part of his life, from taking evil showers in the morning to taking evil slumber at night. He was meant to be a Saturday morning cartoon villain, but his wife <a href="/char/Fifi">Fifi</a> and newborn son softened his heart. He still pursues evil, but it's a gentler form. He works with one of the more stable criminal organizations in town. His wife Fifi is fully supportive, and her fame as a celebrity has been instrumental in pulling off some of his jobs, especially earlier on in his career when he was less fettered. His wife makes enough money off of brand deals for them both to retire, but evil is a passion job for him. </p>

src/char/Colt-story

@@ -7,3 +7,4 @@
 <p>He has a weakness for naive girls and has had countless surrogate girlfriends he has cared for or defended for a weekend here or an hour there before disappearing without a name. But his previous boss drove him crazy, though it wasn't exactly reciprocated because of the strict regulations for her people.</p>
 
 <p><b><a href="/story/hello-traveler">Hello Traveler, an excerpt about Traveler</a></b> </p>
+<p><b><a href="/story/whose-game-are-we-playing">Whose Game Are We Playing?, an rp including Traveler</a></b> </p>

src/char/Fifi-basics

@@ -2,11 +2,12 @@
     <li><b>role:</b> singer, entertainer </li>
     <li><b>age:</b> mid 30s </li>
     <li><b>birthday:</b> I forgot </li>
-    <li><b>mental:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>physical:</b> tall, blonde, elaborate hairstyles, blue eyes, pale skin </li>
-    <li><b>height:</b>  </li>
+    <li><b>mental:</b> natural aptitude for music, creative, histrionic </li>
+    <li><b>physical:</b> thin, delicate, wispy blonde hair worn in elaborate hairstyles, weak blue eyes </li>
+    <li><b>height:</b> 6' </li>
     <li><b>style:</b> pastels, lots of visual texture and luxurious materials, velvet, fur, dupioni </li>
-    <li><b>residence:</b> some Sims 3 house </li>
-    <li><b>likes:</b>  </li>
-    <li><b>dislikes:</b>  </li> 
+    <li><b>residence:</b> shared residence with her <a href="/char/Aloin">husband</a> and baby, <a href="/char/Rodolphe">Rodolphe</a>, and <a href="/char/Bijoux">Bijoux</a>. </li>
+    <li><b>likes:</b> performing on her own schedule, the fashion industry, makeup artistry </li>
+    <li><b>dislikes:</b> cooking, people being loud when her baby is sleeping, writer's block </li> 
+    <li><b>notes:</b> She's below average height for a sim; barely ever leaves house without makeup </li>
 </ul>

src/char/Fifi-desc

@@ -1 +1,2 @@
-<p></p>
+<p>She's thin and has delicate, sunken features with a narrow jaw. Her blonde hair is thin and wispy, and she usually wears it tied back or in updos. She's extremely involved in the fashion industry, frequently attending shows and lending her face to campaigns. Naturally, her closet is dominated by luxury brands, all gifts from her designer and model friends. Her style is distinct, consisting of ballet pinks, blues, and creamy whites, with soft piled textures covering highly structured garments. She has with no hesitation in wearing ostentatious furs and shoulder pads. Her makeup is wild, covering her entire eye socket and tops of her cheekbone in baby blue, applies long thin straight falsies, using shocking white lipstick, using contour gray as a blush color. Usually, she'll wear concealer lips and only overdo one feature, but she feels no qualms about going all out. </p>
+

src/char/Fifi-story

@@ -1 +1 @@
-<p></p>
+<p>She has been steeped in music her whole life, with her brother reliably bringing home records of new bands and emerging genres. It wasn't long before her and some neighborhood friends started their own band. Her unique singing voice like the chirping of songbirds or the ping of a harp captured a lot of attention. Her candid lyrics captured what people felt but couldn't say. She quickly outshone her fellow members, a vocalist stolen from band to band, getting to travel all over the country. After a decade, she began to lose her footing with younger audiences, though she still has a very dedicated older fan base. She's content with this shift because it affords her more time at home to raise her baby. </p>

src/diary/entries/240301

@@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
 <!--240219,230508-->
 <h1>The Making of Blessfrey.me in BottlePy</h1>
-#bottlepy #css #html #python #simpletemplate #webdesign #webdev<br>
+#bottlepy #css #html #programming #python #simpletemplate #webdev<br>
 <br>
     <p>Welcome to Blessfrey.me, my webdev playground written in BottlePy! Twice a month, God willing, I post my projects and personal reflections. Originally in <a href="https://www.php.net/docs.php">PHP</a>, Blessfrey.me now thrives on <a href="https://bottlepy.org/docs/dev/">Bottle</a> Python web framework. To celebrate my website, I'll share some of my front end and back end code, as well as the evolution of my design philosophy. </p>
 

src/index.py

@@ -85,6 +85,9 @@ def find_gallery(name):
     if name == "Abbey":
         gal.append("FlightRising")
         gal.append([["stilllife.png","Still Life"],["dragon.png","lazy Abbey"], ["FlightRising.png","Abbey's sprite in FlightRising"],["BlackReshiram_Artfight.png","2022 Artfight attack by BlackReshiram"]])
+    if name == "Aloin":
+        gal.append("Sims")
+        gal.append([["alchemy.png", "Late night alchemy"], ["dream.jpg","Dreaming"]])
     if name == "Angel":
         gal.append("Blessfrey")
         gal.append([["Chibipixel.png","One of Angel's sprites. I prefer taller, less cartoony sprites, but this style is so popular it was worth trying."],["pixelangel.png","Pixelart"],["AngelHeadphones.png","Pencil sketch"],["AngelHeadshot.png","Headshot of Angel and all her hair"],["picrew.png","made in あの子がこっちを見ている on Picrew"],["AriesAngel.png","made in なさや式CPメーカー on Picrew"]])
@@ -118,6 +121,9 @@ def find_gallery(name):
     if name == "Eden":
         gal.append("Blessfrey")
         gal.append([["name.png","desc"]])
+    if name == "Fifi":
+        gal.append("Sims")
+        gal.append([["mirrorofvenus.jpg","The mirror of Venus"], ["guitarpractice.jpg", "Guitar practice"], ["dream.jpg","Dreaming"]])
     if name == "Freya":
         gal.append("Guild Wars")
         gal.append([["dance.png","Freya's dance"],["scythe.png","Freya's scythe"]])
@@ -482,7 +488,7 @@ def char2():
 def char(char_name):
     """character page"""
     loc = 'char/'
-    info = {'css': 'char', 'title': 'blessfrey - characters | meet ' + char_name, 'year': find_year(), 'ocs': ["Helia", "Rune", "Angel", "Tessa", "Chloe", "Aries", "Night", "Dia", "Bless", "WISE", "Abbey", "Calder", "Silke", "Bijoux", "CatMan", "Belfry", "Aristen", "Chimchooree", "Freya", "Lune", "Chandra", "Colt", "Cass", "Katherine"], 'name': char_name, 'profile': prepare_profile(loc, char_name), 'gallery': find_gallery(char_name)}
+    info = {'css': 'char', 'title': 'blessfrey - characters | meet ' + char_name, 'year': find_year(), 'ocs': ["Helia", "Rune", "Angel", "Tessa", "Chloe", "Aries", "Night", "Dia", "Bless", "WISE", "Abbey", "Calder", "Silke", "Aloin", "Fifi", "Bijoux", "CatMan", "Belfry", "Aristen", "Chimchooree", "Freya", "Lune", "Chandra", "Colt", "Cass", "Katherine"], 'name': char_name, 'profile': prepare_profile(loc, char_name), 'gallery': find_gallery(char_name)}
     abs_app_dir_path = os.path.dirname(os.path.realpath(__file__))
     abs_views_path = os.path.join(abs_app_dir_path, 'views')
     TEMPLATE_PATH.insert(0, abs_views_path )

src/story/hello-traveler

@@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
 <!--230519-->
-<h1>hello traveler </h1>
-#chandra #van #traveler<br>
+<h1>Hello Traveler </h1>
+#chandra #van #colt<br>
 <br>
 <p>The first punch knocked Van off his feet and hollering. He rolled to dodge the second and had his pistol prepped before he was on his feet. Chandra saw the glint of metal and froze. Even in self-defense, even with all of Van's boasting, that gun terrified her.</p> 
 A second group of men surrounded Chandra within an instant. They were armed with knives. She dropped to the ground and prayed outloud for protection and forgiveness, so loudly and so intensely she missed the next few critical seconds. </p>

src/story/home

@@ -1,5 +1,5 @@
 <!--230519-->
-<h1>home </h1>
+<h1>Home </h1>
 #katherine #driscoll<br>
 <br>
 	<p>Deep black is all around. But from far above, tiny swirls of ice catch the light, like lost stars adrift in space. As they sink into the darkness, they lose their individuality, piling into bitter cold. </p>

src/story/parasomnia

@@ -1,5 +1,5 @@
 <!--230519-->
-<h1>parasomnia </h1>
+<h1>Parasomnia </h1>
 #cass<br>
 <br>
 	<p>I awoke suddenly in the darkest hour of the night and knew something was wrong immediately after opening my eyes. I could not turn my head to check the blinking LED clock nor get out of bed. Could I be...paralyzed somehow? With all the strength I could muster, I desperately tried just to move one of my fingers. Any kind of movement would have calmed my nerves, but I couldn't! I was incapable. Scream. Cry out. Cry out for help! With a rush of panic coloring my cheeks, I attempted to fill my lungs to bellow out but couldn't even manage that! My lungs were paralyzed as well; I couldn't breathe! I was going to die right here in my bed! </p>

src/story/whose-game-are-we-playing

@@ -0,0 +1,46 @@
+<!--230519-->
+<h1>Whose Game Are We Playing? (A FlightRising RP)</h1>
+#colt<br>
+<br>
+	<i>(Colt, played by me)</i><br>
+	<p>"It'll work this time, I assure you."</p>
+	<p>Those were the last words Colt heard before closing the chamber door behind him. He stood not in the Shaazgha Lab, but a desert in the midst of a small pack of sleeping dogs unlike any he had ever seen. They were massive. Standing up, they must be as tall as he is. No problem, so long as they are asleep. With a hand on his hilt, he picked a silent path across patches of stony ground until he reached the other side of a crag.</p>
+	<p><i>How far away did Abagth-ka miss the mark this time? There isn't a desert like this within 10 provinces of Shaazgha.</i></p>
+	<p>Sand shifted a few yards behind him. <i>Sneaky freaks. Don't attack all at once. These watch and wait until your guard is down.</i> Colt drew his sword as he turned, catching the soft underbelly as the dog lurched forward, and rolled out of the way. Prepared for an ambush from any side, he quickly circled back the other way around the crag and took out another before it had the chance to pounce. <i>2.</i> Another leapt from above. <i>3.</i> Within a few more minutes, he took out 4 and 5. That was all of them, as far as he had noticed before. Carefully, he buried each according to his custom, and leaned against the shady side of the crag.</p>
+	<p><i>I was this close to something valuable. If that job went through, I'd have big money right now. And instead, I am soaked in gritty blood in a biome devoid of water or rain, wasting my effort on these unwelcomed beasts. Dang it!</i></p>
+	<p>He started walking off angrily in the direction his gut led him.</p>
+	
+	<p>...</p>
+
+	<i>(Colt, played by me)</i><br>
+	<p>Colt, still fuming, looks up for moment to spot a ragtag group of adventurers up ahead. They look friendly enough. Clueless, even. But all they need to know is the way back to the base. He slicks his blood-greased hair back and wipes the grit off his cheek. Honestly, this only makes him look worse.</p>
+	<p><i>Ah, they have me at a disadvantage. I look pitiful. He shook his head. No, drenched in my enemy's blood and without a scratch on me. I look downright valorous.</i></p>
+	<p>As he approaches, he makes out exactly who is in this group: <i>A...wow, two dragon-looking people, a little...pet thing? With two heads? And cat person riding one of those dogs. Eugh. Hope they aren't rangers allied with those things. Imagine my luck if I get arrested for killing some protected species in self-defense when I'm not even supposed to be here. This entire job has been stupid since the first word out of the doctor's mouth.</i></p>
+	<p>They are absorbed in their own conversation and apparently haven't even noticed him. He clears his throat and calls to the most humanoid member - the tall, pale girl. His voice came out curt.</p>
+	<p>"Which way to Shaazgha?" He wipes more blood off his face. "You speak English, right?"</p>
+
+	<br><i>(Cyramis, played by Blackvine)</i><br>
+	<p>She turns towards the newcomer- the fifth so far, she thinks, and why are there so many here- with a calm expression, despite the gore staining his hair. He looks almost human, but his features are slightly off. His skin is unnaturally green, and just below his bangs... well. Poisonous things know their own.</p>
+	<p>For a moment, her heart leaps at the possibility of kin, another child of the Great Mother. But no, the names he mentions are wholly unfamiliar to her, and most likely she is to be disappointed.</p>
+	<p>"I don't know either of those, I'm afraid. All of us here have found ourselves transported from where we were."</p>
+
+
+	<br><i>(Dryonix, played by ChaoticFriendzy)</i><br>
+	<p>"Pleasure to meet you Kaos, and yeah, it is a relief to know you're not the only one stuck here. Had the same feeling when I met these two." He said, looking back at Ed and Cyramis, who seemed to be on their own conversations with the new guys.</p>
+	<p>Wait- was that blood on the guy's face Cyramis was talking to-? He quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought, it's not like he hasn't seen blood before.</p>
+	<p>He looked back down at Kaos as the boy asked his question.</p>
+	<p>"As long as you show him you're not a threat he's pretty chill, standoffish, but chill nonetheless." He replied, hugging the hound's neck. Just in case it had a feathery appetite.. speaking of-</p>
+	<p>"Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what are you? You're completely different from the rest of us, and you look pretty young too."</p>
+
+
+	<br><i>(Colt, played by me)</i><br>
+	<p>"You what?" He shot her a nasty look and ran his mouth without thinking. "You and half the mercs in Shaazgha!"</p>
+	<p>The sunny optimism in her voice danced in his ear. He winced and met her eyes apologetically. If he had just taken one look at her, he would have known she's as far away from home as he is. Her clothing is too ornamental for a wasteland like this. She doesn't even look like she can fight.</p>
+	<p>"Look, it's been a bad day. Uh, sorry. Really. I don't mean to be--" Something was really off about her teeth. "--sharp with you. I just don't have a lot of time." He looked around at the nondescript desert and sighed. "Ah, well, it probably doesn't matter anymore."</p>
+	<p>He turned to the cat person. The cold eye of the dog didn't intimate aggression, but he never could read their expressions either way. The cat, on the other hand, he could read easily. He was clearly an affable person.</p>
+	<p>"You know, a whole pack of those dogs ambushed me all at once. Nothing I can't handle, of course, but they're deathly cunning when they work together. You clearly have better luck than I do. I'm Colt."</p>
+	<p>He held out his empty hand in formal greeting. <i>Universal custom, right? Please don't think I'm weird.</i></p>
+
+
+	<br><i>(Edward, played by Hanafuda)</i><br>
+	<p>“Oh, man, this is a lot of people,” Ed says, more to himself, as he crosses his arms over his chest and smiles at the group that has formed. “I’d say we could be great friends, but that might be jinxing it. Either way, I think we should get going. There’s a squid guy we gotta give wolf meat to—uh, not the wolf the cat guy is ridin’, mind you. Who’s with me?”</p>