Briza

Streetlight Dragonflies

@DJAtomika, D, too.

Phosphoros

Holy crap, Briza, that's a purdy looking CS! I also just now learned we can use tables!

*BBCODE KNOWLEDGE INTENSIFIES*

@Cleverbird

Ty. Credits to @Exit and this thread for the inspiration.

Phosphoros

افرايمعداءورقة

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______________________________________ E F R A Y I M W A R A Q A T E A D A ' ______________________________________ 2 3 || ♂ || B A C C U M ______________________________________ R A S U L || H A W K || K A L P I I ______________________________________ E Q U I P M E N T • A R M O R • H E A D Band (Gold) • G O R G E T Fur (White), Leather (Black), Steel, Engraved • S H O U L D E R (Left), Bronze, Gold Leather (Brown) • H A R N E S S ( C H E S T ) Brown, Leather, Wraps, Gold, Steel • F O R E A R M S Brown, Leather, Wraps, Gold Studs, Bracelets • L O I N Brown, Leather, Steel • L E G S Cloth (White Pants) • S H I N S Boots, Brown, Gold, Leather, Steel, Toes (Hard) W E A P O N S • J A N B I Y A ( K N I F E ) Ivory, Wootz Steel, Wool Scabbard • T U L W A R ( S W O R D x 2 ) Double Edged, Curved Blade, Blunt Tip, Spiked Pommel • K I R P A N ( S M A L L D A G G E R ) Sharp, Size: One Hand, Leather Sheath S A T C H E L S • D R I E D H E R B S Acacia (Egyptian), Basil, Blue Lotus, Butterfly Weed, Cannabis, Chamomile, Gumweed, Henbane, Lavender, Lemon Verbena, Peyote, Poppy Seed (Breadseed), Rosemary, Sage (Golden, Purple) • O I L S • V A N I T Y Cloth (Char), Comb (Wooden), Compass, Icon, Ink, Fire Steel Lamp (Oil) Medallion (Betrothal), Mirror, Needles (Wood), Parchment, Pipe (Wooden), Pipe (Ivory) Quill, Spoon (Measuring, Ink, Embossed, Ivory) • W A T E R C A N T I N E S K I L L S • S K I L L • B O T A N Y Consumption, Hallucinogenic, Medicinal • D I V I N A T I O N Dream Reading, Hallucinations, Insight, Interpretation, Meditation, Prayer • E L E P H A N T Combat, Riding • M E M O R Y • N A V I G A T I O N • O R A T O R Articulate, Messenger, Storytelling • S C R I B I N G Recording, Writing • S P A R R I N G Grappling, Swordsmanship (Short, Long)	D E S C R I P T I O N Presumptuously intrepid in his tan buff and lack of wardrobe, Efrayim is almost unmistakably Baccumese. His dark hair is short with sides that are cleanly shaven, and a top that furrows as a hawk's feathers. He generally wears a smug grin, uncovered by facial hair that is maintained every morning and evening. He stands well above 18 hands, and his demeanor is nothing less than intimidating. His hawkish brown gaze can shutter stoicism from a distance, and his muscles are thick and strong and not easily ignored. His swift movements are keen and agile with precision. And, if not for the girth of his strength then the artwork that has been bestowed upon him tactfully with ink designs offer a warrant of dissuasion from onlookers. His noticeable tattoos may look insipid in picture at first glance, but in actuality, they offer details of elaborate markings that script tales and stories and legends alike, having been permanently written and drawn into his skin to accentuate his terrific visage. The most prominent tattoos are the ones that have been scarred over his back as a large scorpion in white and red. The inscription looks painful to the eyes, and the man is proud to display its properties as a icon of protection and courage; a transcendence into the spiritual realm upon death. P S Y C H E Efrayim is vicious in his thoughts and spirit to outsiders and quick with his orders and duty, followed by astute wit. The toughness exuding from him physically has woven itself into the inner fibers of his being. Thus, he is regarded as a very cunning minded man with little patience held for the nonsense of certain religious uprisings and other such outstanding and withstanding situations that threaten the long-held culture and civilization of Baccum. He is a protector of his own and holds himself accountable for this responsibility and resilient for his attitude. Foreign to an outsider's examination of him, Efrayim's caring nature is shown most often towards his own but especially his beloved and dearest Esterel. He holds the utmost loyalty to the Baccumese, chiefly his own village, above all else -- aside from Baccum's gods and would therefore proudly die for his people than ever betray them. As much as he would prefer to be married at home to his betrothed, he knows and honors his place with a deep understanding. Therefore, the importance to his own gifts him the necessary confidence to speak with authority and the expectation that people treat him with such respect. However, he is not punishing to those who do not owe him what he believes is due to him; he merely pities their ignorance. He is a merciful man by nature, but his looks and first gestures would never admit it. B I O G R A P H Y Born as the last son to the village Apeli's Shaman, Efrayim was graced with the Gift of Rasul. Kalpii visited his mother during childbirth through the greeting of the Great Lady during her labor. The Great Lady was known to visit many women during these moments with the Divine Sage often used as relief from the pain attributed to childbirth. For Efrayim, his mother was able to ascend the stair steps and receive a small scroll from the Great Lady. The scroll had written in gold ink from Kalpii himself, a prophetic commandment that her son would be the Shaman's last and that he was to be the Rasul (Messenger) of the Apeli. He was a swift learner (a characteristic of a good messenger) in many aspects and proved to be quick to speech as to walk. His largeness came handy in combat -- a playtime of juvenile wrestling encouraged for the children and taken far more seriously as they became older and wiser -- and proved himself able to remove himself from his tribe and nation for long intervals without displaying characters of weakness or failure. Efrayim was also diligent in learning swordplay. As young as seven, the children of Alpi began their training with weaponry. Efrayim was able to master the sword and dagger. As the youngest child, his older siblings made sure to keep him independent, aware of such atrocities that could befall the youngest of a family if babied and coddled. Instead, his older siblings, sisters and brothers alike, made sure Efrayim knew his place, which was not to be taken for granted. This behavior was true for most of the Alpi Tribe and Baccumese, in general. Since he is the son of a Shaman, Efrayim was trained in the art of interpreting dreams and transcribing them for other persons. This skill continued into elaborating his Gift of Rasul, enabling him to drift through the spiritual realm through the use of hallucinogenic herbs. Many of times, he was sent to other tribes to deliver and retrieve messages. He has also been granted rare blessings to leave Baccum. For these trips, he was given ownership to Charu, an elephant that Efrayim has known for almost a decade now. Charu is armed with tusk blades and decorated with skulls and maroon tapestry displaying gold embroidery and fringes. A mask dawning emerald jewels (marakata) believed to enchant the spirits of the gods for guidance. At the age of 23, Efrayim has faced and conquered many adversaries as a Rasul, but he has not yet been able to accomplish a settlement for his marital status with his beloved Esterel, a woman for whom he has deep rooted feelings. He sees her as the third most important thing in his life, first - the gods, second - Baccum, and third - Esterel. She was chosen for him during the Matchmaker's Ceremony, and his strength and hope for the gods only grew upon their blessing him with such a dream. He carries a medallion that was forged by the patriarchal side of of Esterel's family as an heirloom. He does not wear it but keeps it carefully secure in his satchel.

Is his outfit too modest?

What Are You Listening To?

Phosphoros

So I'm assuming there's a lot of stuff going on behind the scenes, since I haven't seen a single character sheet or any real discussion in here yet. Which kinda bums me out, as I feel robbed of getting better insights into this world... How many players are there anyway?

@Cleverbird

I'm still brainstorming and keeping tabs on what the GMs are telling you, considering Baccum has my interest, as well.

(Cuss yeah... The Mennonites are also looking supah fab, tho.)

Streetlight Dragonflies

@Rabidporcupine, D's probably not going to catch the reference and will probably ignore Jeremy. Jazz a Heads Up 7 Up.

Streetlight Dragonflies

The Fed Zone

▆ : ▆ am, Saturday
November 6th

D.

"Ahh -- ?" D quickly took several steps away from where she was standing, disengaging from the social setting and rubbing her eyes. The heel of her boot rubbed against the tile flooring, but the noise went unnoticed, even by D. Her eyes unfocused and wandered towards the cup she was holding as her lips folded into each other, signifying her attempt to quickly contemplate what her next step should be. This is a big 'un. Her hand left her mobile device and zipped her pocket.

Her body suddenly bent and squatted next to her case. She didn't have time to think. Steady, Freddy and get geared up. -- that command only took her two seconds too long to register in her brain. She was feeling a little frantic, even if her name was not actually Freddy. Thank God Dad's not here. As much as she wished her father was here to help her, she was glad he wasn't. This was going to be a fucking mind trip, and D didn't have the time -- or the hour, she was beginning to assume -- for unstable psyches. She thought this with certainly, recollecting quickly about that one time Aubrey had dated a guy who quit promised to smoking "weed" for her or something retarded like that. Although, he actually lied and had not stopped, which was why they eventually broke up. Aubrey had been really heartbroken, but D thought they guy was boring and stupid, anyways. How could he not have been? D never understood why people did drugs when they could just engage with the paranormal. Normies are a special type of dumb, she guessed, and Dad is turning into one of them.

The cup was placed next to the case, and D's hands quickly began opening her case. Her thick tan, gloves pressed a sequence into the cases and unhinged the brackets, right then left. The bottom part of the case opened, revealing a gun-of-sorts that looked nothing less ridiculous than her outfit. If anything, they looked like they had come together (which was further from the truth). Next to the gun was a helmet-of-sorts -- gadgets and gizmos with small bits and bobs to operate the thing were evidently not as user friendly as Mr. Hotshot's Google Glasses. It also looked even more ridiculous and annoying that the Google Glasses, depending on who was asked. One thing was certain, it was without a doubt a matching piece to her outfit.

D picked up the headgear and blew inside of it quickly before positioning it over her head. Her large gloves made several adjustments to the helmet, and she took several seconds to pause and look around with her goggles changing performance levels. Lights gently flickered into gear underneath the helmet's protection. "Beautiful," she whispered to herself, as a small half-smile pushed on her cheek. Her head bent to look at her gun. Its large body was pulled from the briefcase. She loved her gun and enjoyed every single time she used it, but her father had warned her against getting too up in arms and excited about using it. It was just such a beautiful creature, and... then the lady with the cool t-shirt disappeared.

She immediately stood up, gun in hand. Her heart fluttered at the site and the commotion, all tinted in blue from her eye-wear. Small breaths were pressing from her, This might actually get better than a B-rated production. The special effects are spectacular. D took in several breaths, trying to calm her excitement in the looks of examining her laser gun. She looked good. The brief case had treated her well. "Did anyone catch that on video?"

Phosphoros

<Snipped quote by Briza>

BRIZZZAAAA

@Goldeagle1221

🥄<(⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

Phosphoros

Briza's bowling for Baccum.

Edit: Questions are in-coming or something.

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