Hehehe, I know, I just wanted to sound super fancy~
And yeah, maybe you's right on that one. I dunno, I just hate getting like that and it makes me feel disgusted with myself. We might not know each other, too well, but I consider the lot of us friends already; at least I feel like we're gettin' along just fine. Hehehe ^^
Yeah things are already getting better. I actually went ahead and tapped out...around nine paragraphs for the opening. It's gonna be a pretty long one, but that's because I wanted to give a bit of insight as to how punishment and the like is handled by the Duke (as well as introduce his character a bit) before having him take our group to a private chamber and 'brief' us on the next mission.
I like the way SA talks, tbh, I think it's pretty colorful!
Anyway, thanks for the well-wishing, my dude! I really appreciate it!
I just wanted to let everyone know that I am working on the thread and plan to have it up pretty soon ^_^ (though that's relative. I'll be adding more, when I've got some free time.)
@Vashonn Looked over the edit. Looks good! Sorry for the double post. Hehehe
Edit: Would you guys be interested in seeing what I've got tapped out so far for the intro? Let me know and I'll post up it or PM it to you. I want to get some feedback on my idea for the way it starts. Mind you, it's a first draft; so things are subject to change!
Half-Breed. // The most dominant gene that most people assume is her human part. Yer-ia doesn't know her other half. The only thing that makes her believe she isn't full human is the fact she looks so young despite her age.
Gender:
Female.
Affiliation:
- Gladiatorial Arena (Former) - Now, she wasn't exactly a 'member' but more of a... how do you say? Slave? Yeah, slave. She was bought as a child and raised into the 'lifestyle.' By the time she was fourteen she participated in her first 'event.' Only this past year did she earn her freedom; no small feat.
Personality:
Boop~โฅ
Occupation:
Wastelander // Casteless.
Equipment:
โฏ - Twinkle & Starlight - Mineral Weapon. Twin short swords sheathed behind a small shield. This allowing Yer-ia to either go dual handed, sword and shield, or single handed. These weapons crackle with lightning, able to spit bolts to strike from a distance or empower her melee attacks. Not only does this effect the weapon but it also effects the host; bolstering the users own capabilities. Mostly pertaining to her speed and reflexes. โฏ Boop~โฅ Will Add More.
Abilities:
โฏ - Survivalist (Occupational) - Given her years as a Gladiator she has developed an incredibly intense will to survive. Thirty-two years of fighting to the death has only hardened her resolve. โฏ - Unintimidated (Occupational) - It would appear that Yer-ia doesn't have an intimidation switch. Three decades of staring down Felcats and sharp sticks had permanently turned that light off. โฏ - Combat Prowess (Occupational) - Pretty self explanatory. โฏ - Holding off Daisies (Racial) - Given her other racial half she was given an inordinately long life; having her age much slower than the common Human. โฏ Boop~โฅ Will Possibly Add More.
Shit, sister. Call yourself a dentist with all these toothy grins you're gonna get out of me. I'm, motherfucking. partial to your tongue dances myself. I would do a few more jigs but my flue has made my words more fused and fuzzy than a star trek episode of tribblets gone in the pyromantic core.
Don't worry about it brother. It ain't about the, motherfucking. fish in the lake more than it is about the way the river is flowing. Let yourself swim and one way or another you're gonna get wet.
@Crumbs i'm so sorry i didn't know that you were just waiting for me. i'm mostly just putting up finishing touches now. i can just catch up. please don't hold it off too long for me. thank you for waiting and i'm sorry. hopefully i can post it by tonight (est +8:00)
Just finished relocating, will be moving my stuff around and getting situated. I've got some of the opening post done, but chances are I'm gonna be doing some rather heavy editing on it; so take whatever time ya need. ^^
Appearance: A man with short black hair and a rather skinny build akin to that of a swimmer's body which is called otter mode. Dmitri is 6'3 in height and approximately 80.7 kg (178 lbs). He used to have longer hair but an altercation with a plan gone wrong had forced him to cut his hair shorter and also change his dressing style. He usually seen wears black cargo pants, and white long sleeves worn underneath a blue hoodie shirt as he seems to feel almost always cold despite not being cold himself. Otherwise, he opt for sleeveless hoodies for functionality and aesthetics.
He has an intricate celtic-like tattoo behind his left ear that spreads down to his shoulder, chest, and back which he had started getting at a younger age to hide scars that he had accumulated throughout the years. Dmitri also sports his personal "jewelry store on his head" because of his multiple piercings on his ears, left eyebrow, and his lower lip. However, Dmitri's face is usually described as "nice" or "kind" because of his soft features and usually gentle demeanor granted that he is not sporting his smug grin and predatory eyes. (art to follow)
Personality:
Dmitri is a selfish person. If given the choice of losing some time and saving a person, he would rather save some time unless the other person is important to his own survival. He learned that humans only think for themselves therefore he should as well in order to survive. This is brought up from his past and because he had learned that everything is replaceable, and this includes items and people. This is applicable unless a person is odd or valuable enough to be indespensible. This ends up with him turning into a people pleaser at times to the point of hurting himself at times, but he tries to strike a balance between getting what he wants and dying for others. But he tends to feel conflicted between pleasing people and saving his own so he ends up switching randomly between the two general mindsets.
In terms of violence, Dmitri prefers to watch fights (sometimes even instigate it). If you were looking for the devil's advocate, you've found it personified within Dmitri. However he prefers staying physically out of it because he knows that he is not physically strong enough to overpower larger and stronger people, but he knows that he is capable enough to get people to kill for him in return for something, be it some kind of possession, money, another person, or information. But if the need arises, he knows that he could take care of himself as long as he is faster than the other guy, and if he keeps moving.
Dmitri also has a tendency to prod people for information and he finds it fun to gather information from people in different ways. His last method of information extraction can be torture, however. He would rather steer away from this because he knows that he enjoys this far too much that he tends to get carried away. His penchance for morbidity shows in his passing words.
Occupation: Wandering bard and part-time information broker. He tries to be a jack of all trades as a means to support himself in any means possible. (Casteless)
Equipment:
Shade : a black acoustic guitar with grey gradient paint from the lower portion of the body till half-way towards the air hole of the guitar. At one of the sides of the guitar's body has the word "Shade" burned into the guitar (but the etching is usually facing Dmitri when he plays because of his left-handedness).
Shade is a mineral weapon. Or mineral "tool" to be precise. When played by a player that it deems skilled enough, Shade can turn songs and emotions into "reality" for the player's audience/s. However, contary to its name, it does not allow itself to create personal nightmares to its listeners as it prefers to read people and show stories, not nightmares. But these realities are more of illusions, illusions that can materialize and be interacted with depending on how much the audience believes it to be. It can function as a distraction if the user is in danger, but it refuses to function as a torturing tool.
The wires : these are two industrial-grade wires a little less than 3mm thick and 2.5 meters long capable of carrying up to one ton's worth of weight. It has small notches with grooves towards the end that can be used as weights if it was meant to be a whip, or for different attachments (like a grappling hook or a various bladed attachments that makes it function like a whip or a morning star). This is both a weapon and an item usually worn around Dmitri's waist like an additional belt of sorts.
Bonnie and Clyde (plus the kids) : Two daggers (black and silver) and some throwing knives. The daggers can be attached to the wires. The daggers are on his belt and the "little ones" are hidden throughout his outfit.
L'il kitty : a small leather case for a dissection kit . It also has a sewing kit at the back.
The bags : his two bags. These consists of a black heavy-duty hardcase for his guitar and items used for its maintenance, and his mailbag where he carries most of his amenities and personal items.
Abilities:
Silver tongued McGuyver(occupational) : he had learned to lie and sweet-talk so well that he is almost a psychological liar. He would try to sweet-talk, lie, or bribe his way out of everything for the sake of self preservation. In tandem he learned to make do of what he finds or has to get himself out of everything that he gets into.
Jack-of-all-trades (occupational): moving all the time required him to learn all that he can to help him survive in the wastes and in cities. Be it from massaging, to chopping choice cuts of meat, to other abilities. But as wide as his skillset may be, he remains true to the old saying: "jack-of-all-trades, master of none."
Fast hands (Racial and occupational): Dmitri's father was gifted with fast reflexes which was an ability that Dmitri had inherited and honed as he lived in the shanty town in the outskirts of the southern city where the casteless lived in poverty. Throughout his life, he had lived off of stolen goods which he had to take home or sell for sustenance for himself and his alcoholic father.
Psychich b*st*rd (racial and occupational) : presumably inherited from his mother and honed throughout his life, he has learned to read people but their movements are being reacted by him almost instinctively.
Hardy (racial and occupational) : living dangerously served him well. It had made him somewhat harder to kill because of his experiences.
Green with envy (racial) : he is an envious person at heart and the drive to be anything less than exceptional makes him strive into making himself a better person than the other guy. This can bring him down if he could not see any improvements on himself and he would end into a self-destructive fit.
Brainy (racial): he is a fast learner and has the capability to store and retrieve long-term memories easier than most people. His photographic memory and his ability to logically place two and two together helps him read between the lines as well as learn to exploit cued weaknesses of his targets. This is presumed to have come from his mother's side.
Biography:"Perhaps this tragic tale would be best told in another time, yes!"
If you two tornadoes of typing want to set some shit in the slivers of time while constructing your characters I'm always, motherfucking. down to dance on the digs of destiny.
Salutes to my silo of sinister solutions. Is the brig captain only or can I chop in the private settings to send you some minions and monster ideas for the fictional map?
If you two tornadoes of typing want to set some shit in the slivers of time while constructing your characters I'm always, motherfucking. down to dance on the digs of destiny.
hello, Gamzee. tell me what you have in mind? i'm still kinda editing some things that i have forgotten to include anyway. :o)
Shit. You're like. the fifth avatar animation on the net to say I sound like that guy, brother.
I was, motherfucking. pondering in my point piler that maybe this guy has a relationship with the Mask selling him info. I'm down to make it more closer to the pumper but that's a good stair case to follow. Maybe, they had like. differences or some shit. Perhaps your guy sold him out when he got a bounty or something.
@ScreenAcne that sounds like something that he would do. how expensive do you reckon would be the Mask's bounty? if it's expensive enough he would not mind selling him off. if not, he would rather not lose another buyer.
Shit. I'd imagine that it would be enough all together. Like, maybe. because my man is moving over the paper axis he's gotten a few marks and crosses here and there. Even if his bounty was smaller than the chocolate bar, all together it might of motherfucking. made a meal. So like.
Maybe he set him up for a big cross over. With all the people in different divisions together to buy him off your devil in dialogue.
@ScreenAcne multiple bounties... that would be great! seeing as your guy is a lil too goody-goody, he might as well be hated by a few other friends. my guy would even help him get when he wanted if that meant being able to sell it off (if it was something of value). otherwise, an auction would be in place. see who hates your guy the most enough to buy his beaten body off the gallows to beat him for themselves. i'm going to assume this happened during a financial low for my guy so he probably maybe sold the Mask off. >w>
Yeah, my horned kindred of the night. Some gangster, some angry normal folk. Maybe some officials, all that kind of custard. This guy is getting sold off more than a hot teenagers self esteem. My dude escapes mid way. I'm thinking that, maybe. @Vashonn character slide in on this. Your dude gets into shit with all these contacts after the selling gets more wobbly than jelly and our classical cartoon brother huntress is out for your head.
Then it's like. This big circle of bounty hunters and slime that are either shitting or shooting at each other. Now we all got to play DnD in the dangers on this new quest.
Cripes, haven't checked in here for awhile, and now we have a whole posse. Nice!
I'm still reading everyone's bios to catch up, but my character is essentially unaligned with most politics. As a noble, he's aware of most upper-class spats, but is just dismissive of whatever doesn't immediately concern him. As a result, he might be slightly insensitive to most issues; he's just concerned with the next big discovery.
Crumbs, please take your time! I hope everything has settled down for you.
This mechanoid marvel just, motherfucking. hit in the scalp with something.
My kindred. We got like, this whole political landscape and like, barely anyone interacting with it. Shouldn't like. we all get hit by that a little. Everyone nearly none associated. Maybe. Since we're all business with the various powers we should be tied up in their bullet trades.
@ScreenAcne might need to change a few things in his appearance then. gotta have him with shorter hair and maybe some contact lenses if that's available for this world. or maybe some glasses? and a few changes just so he would be slightly less identifiable. guess that means that he would be avoiding the west after the whole altercation with Mask and Nightshade. he may still have some friends there since he was just there to sell your guy, not really keep him there. a mercenary group probably lost some credibility after that, however.
@Basarin i believe that screen meant that since we live in a large world with a lot of political bs and the like, maybe we should try to play around with it and not totally exclude it? regardless, we would all be affected by it and we cannot say that despite being unaligned, we would all get grazed in between the spats that those with political power would get into or create.
