[OOC] The Quilted Flag - Act I

[Danddygold]

Can I join?

Torinazuril

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Torinazuril

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_{Brawn out of Blue}


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^{XP • 0,000 | Gold • 0,000}

Race / Species Ennen	Sex ♂

Appearance Torinazuril has dark-tan skin and shoulder length chocolate brown hair. He is 6' 7" with broad shoulders, long arms, and a slim waste. His legs are long but do not look disproportionate. His feet (however) look two sizes too big. His most striking features are his scowling brow contrasted with his large, pale baby blue eyes

Age 27	Voice Clear but soft male voice. He is more of a do-er, less of a talker

Trade Hunter	Skills Survival 1 | Alchemy 1 | ---

Quirks He doesn't talk much. Would rather nod and do then have a conversation about it. He likes to get gifts for people. He likes to play funny tricks on people, and then pretend like he didn't.

Interests Labor, Trade, Alchemy, the science of healing, Animals, Reading tracks - not books, Archery, Skinning Game

Disgusts He hates injustice, promiscuity, liars, laziness, waste, cheaters in trade and games, AND THE COLOR RED!!!

History Torinazuril was born in Badlessi under the name Riidagheed. He was named after his Father Riigheed. During The Night Feast war between the Ennen and the Occ 90 years earlier, his grandparents on both sides were displaced to Geigghehemor to live among the Stodmen. His parents were born into poverty and sold into slavery to a wealth Stodmen family called the Amjosef in a small charter town called Ingor. His parents worked their whole lives under the control of the Amjosef family. His mother appeared barren until late in life when a blue eyed baby Torinazuril was born into slavery. Sadly, when he was only five years old, his parents both past away from the Scathing Reds disease, leaving poor Torinazuril alone in the world. He was old enough at the time to carry water and empty the piss-pots, so the Amjosef family allowed him to continue working in their service. The local children in Ingor would often tease the piss pot boy, and gave him the "girly" name "Azuril" because of his large blue eyes contrasted against his dark-tan skin. Over the years, Torin was able to scrimp and save the little money he would earn from his piss-pot duties and add it to the inheritance left to him by both of his loving parents. He worked so hard in-fact that the Amjosef family gave him the nickname Brawny Bull or "Torsos" in their native tongue. At the age of sixteen, Torin purchased his freedom from the Amjosef and changed his name to Torinazuril which means "From Blue to Brawn". After buying his freedom, young Torin turned to hunting and scavenging in the fields and forests of Geigghehemor to earn his way in the world. Once again, his hard work, positive disposition, and determination was noticed and appreciated by all; including the local townsfolk and traders. With permission (and a small fee) from the Amjosef family, at the age of 19 he began to make a living from hunting game and selling the meats and furs on the local markets in Ingor and the surrounding villages. Today, Torin has a successful business hunting and selling game. However, he also enjoys providing herbs, plants and flowers for the local Alchemist who (in return) teaches him the skills and science of his trade. Now that he is getting older, Torin feels that it is finally time to scour the world in search of his true love. With this in mind, he sets off one early morning with nothing but a small pack on his back, his bow, and a heart full of hopeful dreams.

Traits

Grounded	Moderate	Dutiful	Understanding	Easy-going

Clothes & Equipment

Feathered Cap	Bare Shoulders	Bare Arms
Leather Gloves	Home-Made Leather Vest	Belt
Belt	Leather Greaves	Heavy Leather/Brass Boots
(accessory #1)	(accessory #2)	(accessory #3)

Inventory

Bow	Double-Side Hunting Knife	36 Arrows
Canteen	An assortment of dries herbs	3 empty vials
Bed Roll	Black Iron Pot	Tinder-box from Dead Father

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[Admythaus]

@BlueflameHeh, not quite. But awesome, I'll get on it.

@ColtshanGot it. Thank you. Okay, he's accepted. Out of curiosity, were they battling a neighboring -nation- of stodmen? Or was this a neighboring -estate- and thus a type of civil war? Also, is Falaerian currently traveling with him?

@DanddygoldAh, I was wondering when you would arrive. :p Torinazuril looks great. Accepted! But, does he have any gold with him?

@Mae@SilverPawRP is now labeled "full" "but please feel free to post your character sheets when they're ready.

[Bork Lazer]

Fuck, in hindsight, I should have made the Raskaal seal people.

[SilverPaw]

@Admythaus Whew, thanks for clarifying. I might have panicked if I'd noticed on my own, heh. Actually, I was finished with my Mormagi yesterday evening, I just need to prettify the CS and check it over in case edits are needed. I'd also still like to attempt to make a CS for an Occ, though for her, I still need to think up of a history.

[Coltshan]

A bit of both. As mercenaries usually try to switch sides repeatedly to keep conflicts from ending too quickly. And who is Falaerian?

[SilverPaw]

Well, I'm just putting the Mormagi here. I'm hoping I might be able to finish the Occ during the weekend (I didn't do much with her today) - I think I actually prefer her, though it's taking me longer to finalize. Oh, also, I wasn't sure if the Long "Life" skill can be leveled up or not, so it doesn't have a 1 next to it atm. (I replaced the tables because I personally don't like them as much as a nice, clear bullet-point list :p)

Yorsiccos

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Yorsiccos

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_{"I don't care if it's shiny, or even useful. If it's interesting, I want it."}


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^{XP • 0,000 Gold • 0}

Race / Species Mormagi	Sex ♂

Appearance He's 5'11 tall, though hunching makes him seem a bit less than that. He's extremely thin, and kind of gangly. Most glaringly, his flesh is discouloured, his appearance that of a rotting decaying corpse. His legs and the left side of his torso still have signs of being burned in the past. His skin has a dry feel to it; any puss that may be leaking occasionally is simply due to unhealed wounds. He has no hair, his teeth are yellowed (some are missing), his nails have signs of being bitten often, his cuticles are likely permanently damaged. His hands have plenty of small scars and nicks. His whole body is littered with puncture marks - signs that he's doing his best to keep his body from literally falling apart, but it's a constant struggle.

Age 117	Voice Like ancient parchment: soft spoken, raspy, dry, and scratchy as if with disuse.

Trade Collector	Skills Long "Life" | Craftsmanship 1 | ---

Quirks Talking to himself and non-sentient beings. Biting his nails, picking at his cuticles. Suturing his own wounds whenever limb-loss or major skin-loss seems likely to occur, taking the stitches out whenever he manages to heal naturally.

Interests Treasure. Junk. Items. Possessions. Finding things. Collecting things. Crafting things. Dismantling things. Finding out how things work. Inconveniencing day-dwellers without them realizing who the culprit is.

Disgusts Daylight. Daydwellers. The full moon. Getting lost. Crowds. Loud noises. Disruptions. Intruders that try to appropriate his territory, even if they only do so for a night.

History Born as a Stodman more than a century ago in Gillsommr, the now Mormagi had been but a young boy at the time, an orphan who earned his bread and butter as a servant for families both able and willing to afford to pay to a no-name urchin. In a bid for higher rewards in exchange for higher risks, the boy had joined several army expeditions as a teen - despite his lack of combat skills, there were groups willing to pay him to do a range of jobs (menial or even slightly risky, such as scouting), whether because the militia and the mercenaries were too preoccupied with the actual fighting or simply unwilling to perform the tasks they'd hired him to do. They boy had learned to clean well, cook decently, do minor repairs, scout for enemies, look after the horses, sharpen the weapons and polish the armour. But mainly, he had learned how to look after himself and how to avoid being taken advantage of. There wasn't anyone he trusted besides himself (and sometimes not even that - he knew he could get himself in trouble due to his sticky fingers), and he had no particular goals beyond survival. He would admit that he was a coward back then. And despite his caution, he was struck by a stray arrow, left to die in a ditch. His death was slow and painful, but if he'd had time for thought beyond the endless pain and horror, he most likely wouldn't find any regrets. No, there were none, because he'd lived the only way he knew how to. Though he'd died barely after reaching his majority, he'd be content with what he'd had if he'd known what the alternative was. The alternative, as it turned out, was undeath. He'd been thrown into a mass grave, been struck there by the Skalgwordh virus, and returned to...a form of life, if it could be called that. There had been pain, then insensate blackness, then the stench of death, the sight of corpses in various stages of decay, all crowding an enormous hole and afire. When the boy awoke, he felt strangely stiff, but not dead. No, death hadn't claimed him, though it was certainly close to doing so. The blaze was devouring the corpses. It had almost devoured him as well. As it was, the boy had awoken just in time to feel the fire beginning to wrap around and cling to him. He made a desperate, frenzied escape. The boy crawled out of the grave, and was met with the solitude of night. There were no others travelling at night time. He ventured onward unperturbed, stumbling and falling over several times, but he always picked himself up, scrapes ignored. He had managed to put out the fire and survive again. Now, he was heading somewhere. It turned the somewhere was a deep-reaching maze of a cave system. He entered the caverns, weaving his way from passage to passage, tunnel to tunnel, venturing deeper and deeper, drawn into the abyss. Despite the complete darkness, he managed to navigate well. Hours and hours later, he came upon a beautiful cave lake. He collapsed by it, his body rattling oddly, and drank from its depths. Once he had his fill of the water, he glanced at the lake, and he saw his own reflection. He was enraptured. No, he was horrified. Dazed. Stunned. Disbelieving. Wondering. Accepting. The initial self-disgust he'd felt had been muted, as if his humanity had been snuffed out alongside his change of appearance. Was it because his brain had begun to rot? Was there something intrinsically different about him now? He didn't know. He didn't wonder long. Whatever he was now, he would do the one thing he clearly remembered desiring to do - survive. He wandered his cave system, getting lost for the following few decades, but patient enough to explore the existing pathways, and digging some new ones of his own. He made his home within the caverns, and was eventually so familiar with them he was able to get in and out of them easily. And although he'd developed the patience of a mountain, he was getting bored. For the first time ever, he wanted more than the barest survival. He wanted to enjoy life, even if the joy he felt was a dull mockery in comparison to what daydwellers experienced. And so, he begun collecting things. He wandered outside during the night, never too far. He collected all kinds of strange little things. Things left, forgotten, or abandoned by Stodmen. On rare occasions, things 'stolen' from a Stodman junkyard. A memorable time or two the Mormagi even managed to nick a little something from the rare Stodman who wandered into his cave to explore or rest. He became the Collector. He remembered some Stodmen knowledge, and named himself anew. He made goals: items he wanted to find, items he wanted to dismantle, and most importantly, items he wanted to repair or items he wanted to create.

Traits

• Intellect: Stubborn. Character is closed to most new ideas and changes.
• Openness: Realistic. Character enjoys how things are, but can appreciate some forms of art and new concepts.
• Motivation: Reliable. Character is motivated and active, capable of self-control.
• Temper: Meek. Character is passive and mildly empathetic, lacking consideration, trust, and tending to lie, be passive aggressive, or play devil's advocate.
• Emotional Stability: Easy-going. Character has expectations regarding others and has good emotional control as long as those expectations are met.

Clothes & Equipement

• Black hood.
• Old black woolen cloak.
• A faded gray long-sleeved shirt.
• A worn brown leather vest.
• Bandages on his hands and forearms.
• Dark gray cloth trousers, with multi-colored patches covering up holes.
• A belt made up of multiple ropes braided and tied together.
• Bandages on his calves and feet.
• Faded and worn brown leather boots.
• A leather cord necklace that he keeps his needles tied to.

Inventory

• A (scavenged, old, but sturdy) metal flask containing carefully collected oil.
• Lots and lots of catgut thread.
• Five needles of different sizes (slightly rusty, but still sharp).
• Several cleaning rags (fashioned from old clothing).
• A steel knife with a leather-wrapped wooden handle.
• A hatchet.
• A large (often patched) cloth sack for carrying stuff around in.
• Rope (usually used to wrap around and carry his sack).
• Broken pieces of an abandoned gittern (only its nuts, though rusty, seem like they might be reused).

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[Admythaus]

@The Bork LazerThat's insanely cute. Its intensity of focus is the best part.

@SilverPawAn occ would be super cool. Can't wait to see her. And Yorsiccos looks really good (insensate! That's a new one for me). Accepted.

@Coltshan

Umerkydin[Can understand any dialect, but speaker must speak simply or slowly to communicate message. Complexity can produce giobberish, or worse, misconstrue a message. Created by Falaerian[Loving Mate/Companion] Illaren[Means one who is unyielding.] the 'Lewd'

The name is mentioned here. Was just wondering if it was someone Auctamos knew.

And just so everyone knows, I've come down with a cold and my stamina isn't at its best. I might be slower to respond. Excited to get the ball rolling soon though. Also, thanks for joining everyone! We have a lot of super interesting characters here that I can't wait to see in action. I have a lot planned too--just finished a plot that I think everyone will like, when it's implemented at a mysterious future time. :p

[SilverPaw]

@Admythaus I most likely meant to use another word, though that one happens to work as well, somehow (I'll probably still replace it later, hah). Yeah, the Occ is going along well. Just one thing: the cm to inches conversion (or vice-versa) for the Occ isn't correct, so I'll just be going by the (very helpful!) picture and height-chart of the races you've posted below for reference.

[Coltshan]

Falaerian was Auctamos ancestor 7 generations prior. A bit of a trickster, Falaerian used his beautyt and inhuman charisma to seduce himself into wealth, power, and prestige. His one suriving daughter, due to his seemingly nonexistent virility, would be the first Illaren to hold land and titles, the same land that the overlord of Auctamos village now rules. Falaerian stole many a book and scroll in order to enrich his family, until he eventually died of Lover's Rot[A terrble disease that makies ones reproductive organs gangrenous into a state of necrosis, while the later stages cause one's child making fluids to become highly corrosive. The disease is four times as likely to kill women that it is men. Sense their ovaries, womb, and fluids become highly infected and rot, the period can even melts out a females entire waist and pelvis.

Lovers rot is contracted by interbreeding with many differeant races. A stodmen and an occ can breed without trouble, but if the Stodmen then copulates with a fellow Stodmen, there is a chance to contract the disease, which steadily increases in chance if the victim constantly mates with different species each time.

[Mae]

@Admythaus Are all aphmayun skilled in weaving by default? I'm trying to work out which skills to give Dio. I want Dio to be a lorekeeper character who keeps and weaves the stories of her community (and at the start of the rp, travelling around learning new lore) into tapestries and clothing. But she would also have an innate understanding of the jungle environment she grew up in with the 'Nature' skill. Basically I'm struggling whether I need to give her Weaving 1 || Lorekeeping 1 or if there is some way I can fit a nature skill in there. The Lorekeeping / Weaving is innate to her character but it'll be wierd down the line if they're in a forest and she's eating all the poisonous berries and mushrooms or something ;p

[Bork Lazer]

I'm trying to work out which skills to give Dio. I want Dio

@Mae

[Mae]

@The Bork Lazer ;D! haven't seen jojo's bizarre adventures and out the loops with the memes, should I reconsider naming my character that?

or maybe I'll just redesign my CS o be a crazy buff blonde dude

[Bork Lazer]

Nah, it's cool. I'm just amused if your character doesn't turn out to be a vampire elf in disguise. (@Admythaus, do vampires exist in this universe?)

[SilverPaw]

There we are. The female Occ alchemist.

Jasilkal

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Jasilkal

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_{"There is always more to learn, more to discover. Now, if I only devised a way to prolong life..."}


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Race / Species Occ	Sex ♀

Appearance Jasilkal is 310 centimeters (10'2) tall, and 590 centimeters (19'4) long. Her skin-tone ranges from pale-green (her face) to a deep dark forest green (mostly her back), with grayish-green spots scattered on her shoulders, back, and thighs. Her irises are pools of molten gold. Jasilkal has a delicate snout, and like most of her race, possesses two long fangs that can be used to inject venom through - though she personally doesn't have fully-developed venom glans yet. Her head and neck ridges are a grayish-green to soot dark gray in colour.

Age 20	Voice Mocha-esque: somewhat deep, smooth, and soothing.

Trade Alchemist	Skills Nature 1 | Alchemy 1 | ---

Quirks Flicking tongue over her fangs. Tail twitching to tail lashing when nervous, frustrated, or angry. Hissing and baring her fangs when extremely offended. Writing a personal diary containing facts, ideas, rambling thoughts, the occasional prose and poetry excerpts, complaints, achievements, and more.

Interests Alchemy, potion making, ingredient gathering and preparations, witchery (rituals, spells, enchantments etc.), medicine and healing, making discoveries, reading, writing (esp. own research), learning, stories and story-telling, fame.

Disgusts Stodmen, anyone unwilling to share knowledge, those resistant to reason and/or unbelieving of facts, anyone dismissive of knowledge and intelligence (but especially, anyone dismissive of her contributions), lack of common sense.

History Born in Badlessi to Kaarmuken, her mother (an innkeeper and a businesswoman), and Jardaskul, her father (a guard, hunter, and fisherman), in a middle-sized settlement built next to a lake, with several hills no more than half a day's walk away. Jasilkal was named for the uniform pale green skin-tone she was born with and the hints of jade supposedly seen in her eyes. She was an only child (until her 5th year, when she got an adopted younger brother), but with the Occ practice of community rearing, she was never deprived of company. However, she was the type of child who preferred solitude, or at the very least, enjoyed solitary pursuits. When the others collected plants because they found them pretty or wanted to gift them to someone, Jasilkal gathered them for herself, to study their medical uses. While many children were resistant to learning, and were simply in awe of the shamans, physician, and doctors, but kept at a distance from them, Jasilkal was voracious for knowledge, and did all she could to get close to those possessing medicinal expertise. If the other children had their fun running freely in the grasslands or cooling down in the lake, she would spend it pestering adults with questions or curling up in a shaded corner to read whatever text happened to intrigue her. A rare thing she had in common with the other children was her love of stories, though her obsession with that drove her to memorize several of the tales, from the most popular to the most obscure, mystifying, and even some eerie ones. She wrote a story or two of her own, though her childish attempts at this weren't appreciated often. The first true friend she had found, a female by the name of Uruzik (four years older than Jasilkal), had been due to a shared love of story-telling. She wasn't as fond of exploring as some others, but did it for the sake of finding strange, intriguing ingredients. She took up all kinds of odd-work, as long as the work provided opportunity for her to learn anything healing-related. The one who was able to bring her out of her shell and more involved in the community life was her adopted younger brother (5 years her junior), Karjuuvos. Though he was the younger of the two, he took it upon himself to look after her, because while she wasn't willingly reckless, her curious nature could lead her to be unduly incautious when exploring, her intense focus on a certain goal at times making her completely unaware of other goings-on. Besides, having a younger brother made it easier for her to convince her father to take both her as well as her brother on a hunting expeditions; she went to collect the forest-endemic plants, and Karjuuvos so he could learn how to hunt. It was more-or-less a mutually beneficial deal, though obviously skewed in Jasilkal's favour, not that her brother minded much. This was only one of the many ways Jasilkal pursued what she was certain was her purpose, or at least part of it. Though young, Jasilkal was eager to learn the basics of first aid, and was allowed by her village leaders to assist in the most basic of tasks (e.g. changing bandages, applying paste, keeping track of patients' medicine dosages etc.). She was ambitious, and secretly somewhat exasperated that they wouldn't let her learn more sooner, feeling particularly patronized whenever the adults fussed how she was too young to see the cruelties of the world or some such rot. As far as she was concerned, they needn't had worried. Yet, to get what she desired, she mostly kept her head down, and proved through actions that she was capable of more. (Thankfully, some of the adults saw her passion as a sign of maturity, and encouraged her - her parents included.) Whenever she was frustrated by a lack of progress, bored by the menial work, or simply struck by a fancy, she took the time off to listen to another story, retell one to the younger children, or pour her woes into her diary. Even her fascination with stories, however, was nothing compared to her obsession with medicine, herbalism, and witchery. These were the things she desired to learn above all others, and she worked hard to get them. She managed to finagle an apprenticeship to a crotchety old alchemist living two or so miles out of the village (at the base of the nearest hill), close enough to trade easily, but far enough not to be disturbed too often. She worked on ingredient collection, preparation, and as a fetch-girl for Master Makumu, and picked up alchemy mainly from observation, though immersing herself in the books he possessed and assisting him with the occasional experiment certainly helped. Jasilkal was deemed ready by Makumu to start her own practice at 18, four years after starting her apprenticeship. She had her very own sod hut built, right next to her ex-Master's, because though she would now be officially independent, she was still an associate of his. He was one of the most anti-social Occ Elders, so she would still do some small tasks for him in exchange for rare ingredients or a helping hand for a large-scale experiment. Besides, he still hadn't taught her Atermagia, claiming she hadn't been born with the talent, and so should simply focus solely on alchemy instead - a sentiment Jasilkal still doesn't agree with, and intends to change Makumu's mind on. In the two years since achieving the equivalent of a Journeyman's status, she's been building her reputation in her village and the surrounding Occ settlements, but she's always seeking further opportunities.

Traits

• Intellect: Idealistic. Character keeps a free mind, but believes in set possibilities.
• Openness: Speculative. Character enjoys artful recombination and simple intellectual discourse.
• Motivation: Spontaneous. Character is mildly motivated but prefers impulsive pleasure to labor.
• Temper: Sympathetic. Character is empathetic and cooperative, but not overly considerate or trusting, seeking their own brand of social harmony.
• Emotional Stability: Fickle. Character becomes distraught in high-intensity scenarios and tends to bottle their feelings, resulting in outbursts.

Clothes & Equipement

• A skull headdress adorned with feathers, fur, and bones.
• A red triangular shawl.
• A loose pale-gray shirt.
• Depending on her work, she may wear gloves.
• A dark gray skirt with a long brown stripe and a short red stripe in front.
• Black leather belt fitted with pockets for vials.
• Black leather boots.
• Bone necklace.
• Apparel idea borrowed from this.

Inventory

• Two steel knives (she keeps more at home).
• A trowel.
• A flask of alcohol for disinfection.
• A brown leather satchel containing a basic first-aid kit (bandages, gauze, suturing equipment, a calming drug).
• A leather belt made specifically to carry vials in. She keeps several vials on her, some full (stomach soother, coagulation enhancer, a general but relatively weak anti-venin, feverfew extract) and some empty.
• Several cloth pouches to carry minerals or whole plants in.
• A glass epruvete with carefully sealed liquid mercury inside.
• Two small wooden jars: one containing pure powdered sulfur, the other regular table salt.
• A tinderbox containing a fire striker, flint, and tinder.

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[Admythaus]

@ColtshanGot it. Wow. That's one nasty STD. Unfortunately, I'm not sure it quite works with the universe. I'm sure there are diseases that some races carry that can infect others, and I'm sure STDs exist, but something like that would be pretty world-breaking. I understand what you were saying now though.

@MaeWe could consider Lorekeeping to include knowledge of her homeland and culture and history. She wouldn't have a Nature specialization, but she at least won't be accidentally picking and eating poisonous fruit that probably she should know about. xD How does that sound?

@The Bork LazerThe sympi are this world's version of a vampire. The one I created, at any rate. The differences are that they don't have fangs and aren't technically dead (their hearts beat).

@SilverPawLooks good! Accepted. Is the picture of an Argonian, by any chance? It's well done.

[SilverPaw]

@Admythaus Yep, I searched for Argonians on Pinterest, and was extremely happy when I found one that fit so well with what I had in mind. I also think it's well done, but really, any kudos should be given to the actual artist XD.

[Mae]

@Admythaus That's perfect, thanks!

[AXIS]

So excited for this to get off the ground

[Admythaus]

@Blueflame@AXIS@Mae@SilverPaw@The Bork Lazer@Coltshan@Danddygold

Okay, everyone,

Basically everything is set up for starting the RP! Hoorah. But before we begin, I've mentioned it briefly before and figure now's as good a time as any to hash out the details: I was wondering what everyone thinks about logging in together at certain times during the week? These needn't be strict days, as I know that my schedule won't always be the same and assume none of yours will be either, but to have at least a couple days figured out in advance that are dedicated to the role play would make my job a bit simpler and, in my opinion, make the experience more dynamic.

So what days and hours does everyone have available? Over here I have evenings (8-10PM EDT / UTC-4) on weekdays and all hours on weekends.

[AXIS]

@Admythaus I'm available pretty much anytime I have a chance to log in tbh I have a jam packed schedule I just check in alot