[OOC] Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

[Andre Valias]

Okay, so I was playing Age of Wonders III, right... Playing as Draconians, Dreadnought and thinking, "Holy shit. Dragon-kin with guns and flame tanks. Holy. F*cking. Shit." And that is the story of how I want to do a Tales of Eyreseum Steampunk Roleplay now. >.>

[Sarpedon]

why not dieselpunk? dieselpunk is so much cooler. also pinup models

[Andre Valias]

Because I like Steam.

[Sarpedon]

steam is dangerous though

[Andre Valias]

So is diesel. D:

[Sarpedon]

not even. you can check diesel with a lighter. I should know, I've done it.

[Andre Valias]

not even. you can check diesel with a lighter. I should know, I've done it.

@Sarpedon

I can tell. :'3c

[Sarpedon]

Well I didn't fucking blow up, so obviously it's safe. The stuff isn't fucking flammable.

[Xiga]

Im out, kill Tikki or whatever you want with her.

[Klaudus]

Name: Old Smokey Toke Johnson Age: 68 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapons: None Equipment: Simple wooden harmonica, acoustic guitar, and a linen farmer's outfit. Inventory: Several pounds of a tobacco like herb in addition to a small book of thin paper used for making cigarettes. Appearance: Old Smokey Toke Johnson is a withered old man with a dark skin that's been wrinkled and calloused by many years of hard labour. His hair has retreated to the backs and sides of his head, and is grey like smoke. His back is hunched slightly, making his gait a little less free than younger humans, however despite his age, he's still fairly nimble with his hands and arms, and is consequently able to play his guitar just as well as he was 50 years ago. His eyes are dark and often squinted from age, and in general, he has a pretty unremarkable appearance. Background: For his entire life Old Smokey Toke Johnson has lived in the fields, having never desired to move anywhere else, always content with his current surroundings. In his small agricultural commune of farmers, he'd spend the days toiling in the fields to pay his taxes, while at night he'd gather with family and friends to sing songs that remarked upon the lives of those he knew. Old Smokey Toke Johnson never married nor had kids, having never desired such things, and was known by his friends and family for being a generally lonely person who'd simply sit and strum his guitar while smoking in his free time. Such was the status quo throughout adulthood and into his elder years, until the succession crisis not too long ago. Disliking the sudden change in situation, Old Smokey Toke Brown decided that the only due course was to adjust correctly with the changing times. And so, in his final years, Old Smokey Toke Brown has left his farm and house behind to become a bard in the nearby city, hoping that through song he might return the shattered state to its old form. Personality: Old Smokey Toke Brown is typically passive man who has a habit of getting what he wants due to a demeanour of friendly stubbornness. His voice is gravely, but oddly reassuring, which compliments Old Smokey Toke Brown's tendency to offer advice to the young of the world, even if said advice isn't wanted. Job: Former farmer, currently busks in the street for coins. Skills: Old Smokey Toke Brown can play a mean guitar, and is quite good at rolling cigarettes. He also knows how to plough a field, feed animals, grow certain plants, etc. Traits: Old Smokey Toke Brown is old as the days are long, and possess little physical power, yet he's quite witty as if to make up for his weakness. Magic: None, he doesn't trust spells after he saw a kid accidently light himself on fire with a magic scroll. Talent: Guitar, that is all. Strengths: I think I pretty much covered this above, he's good at playing guitar and that's about all. Weaknesses: He's old, frail, and slowly dying, but hey, ain't we all? Theme: Johnson's favourite jingle.

[Sarpedon]

Those go in the character tab, eh?