Briza

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@Mae, I was unsure if you were going to let her wear schemanun garb or not, but I thought, It is Mae-Mae! And lo, you have exceeded my expectations: she. is. beautiful. & will start at A Few Darkstone More.

>Yes to confirm appearance
>Change her name to Eldress Photini
>Whiskey
>Missionary
>Firebrand
>Shield of Light

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@Mae-@Mae!

>They call me Elder Photini
>I am a female
>I look like a short Slavic lady with olive skin and long pepper gray hair, but it's kept under my analavos. I have brown eyes and thankfully, in my old age still do not need glasses. My koukoulion is all black, and my analavos is black, too, but with red inscriptions on it. As well, my other garbs are black, along with my one of my only accessories a black prayer rope. My other accessory is a wooden walking stick.
>I am a Nun

Tell them how they die

Respectfully.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

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Word association Game!

Byzantium!

What Are You Listening To?

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Parched on the snow with a knee upwards and an arm resting, Nyester Onigen rested by a tree, letting the large trunk shield him from the wind. He had advised Dmitri Krepchenko from taking this route, and indeed, he thought himself correct in saying, “нет.” There was a bad feeling in the air. He could smell it clearly. It cut through the wind like a rotten egg. It caused him to become ever more so disenchanted with the shenanigans the Host was doing tonight, and Nyester decided to take watch, instead. The feeling in his gut was unsettling, and even the newcomer was warranting a foul stench to him. He understood she would be better by the morrow, washed from that filthy heresy she had not minded until the Host came about her.

“Ложитесь с собаками, и вы встанете с блохами,” he told himself, fanning a hand in front of his face. The wind was sharp, as well. He felt colder than he ought to feel. In more ways than one, he supposed. There was no use in being a legal man, but as an old wolf, he knew a thing or two, whether Dmitri acknowledge them or not was another discussion Nyester would argue tooth and bone until he was buried underneath the Holy Land. Honor and dignity relied on it, like truth against the foul lies. He might be hard, but he had something in his teeth that he knew was right, “Agios Yuri,” he mumbled to no one in particular.

To Nyester, this was war. It always was war. He had a hard time enjoying himself when all he could see were the places where the Host had blackness and cracks. There were holes where not just prayer was needed. He was no monastic and thought himself to be the only one who ever bothered to mend and fill those places with something useful and worthwhile. It stretched him thin many of times and frayed his spirits.

“You speak?” The gruffness of Iosef Moskvin’s voice was hushed and growled through the area. His large hand was held on his detachment, and the chin was tucked under with his bushy facial hair, scanning the grounds with a mean penance. Nyster was never in his favor. There was something abominably negative about him. Iosef believed it to be the port man’s surname, which sounded oddly familiar to a certain heretic he once learned about. “Any more, and we will be deaf to the outside,” he mused, letting his tongue curl inside the softness of his mouth, sucking on the dew that had developed in his warmed position. He was a tough man, and therefore, he worked well with Nyester, even if he did not care for the other.

“To foes?” Nyester shook his head, mumbling under his breath. Iosef was a fool. His jokes were rarely ever clever and never funny, but the man had power of his own. Like a rock, he was solid against the terrain. He was one of the few that Nyester knew to never get injured. Twitching his nose, his body arose and trotted forward, to escape the presence of his comrade momentarily, but as he took another step, the sound of his boot chunked into the icy snow sounded unnaturally different. A chill took the wind, and silence beckoned across the land. The foul smell still hung in the air, much more noticeably now, and the man turned. The crinkling in the cloth of his clothes could be heard by Iosef, who was no longer visible to Nyester. Neither Cossack dared make another sound. The snuff of heavy breaths could be heeded. Both men knew what this could be.

Tell them how they die

Prehistorically.

Character Creation Competition #1 - Voting and Critique

Lasersquid112

The layout of the character sheet is a bit difficult to decipher with some inconsistencies here and there -- not just in comparison to Calle's sheet. There are several typos, but it is not something to get too huffy and puffy about. The read is pretty quick and interesting. There is a good sense of his action-y personality and backstory to be enjoyed through the nature of your sheet. Even if Anarast does not have a pirate nickname, I would not want to mess with him.

His reasoning for becoming a pirate can use some dusting, and the few backstories you offer for his history are interesting and add to his persona. He is obviously very swashbuckling but he is also chaotic, which has already been addressed in another critique. For such a reason, I will not honey badger you over that, but I will mention that the chaos makes me question my willingness to accept him under the Character Tab.

Calle

The layout of your sheet is fairly tidy and straight forward. Nelly seems like a sweet girl, but I would have rejected her for being too blatantly female -- even if the sheet explains the circumstances. Her reasoning for wanting to become a pirate is also lacking. This character fits into a more fantastic realm, which bends the rules from how I am interpreting them. On that note, if I was GMing a more nautical fantasy game where the rules of the time period are quaint and whimsical, I would have taken her and given you my vote. (Every boat wants a good, cute cook! _^❤️)

Briza's Vote

When this Contest was posted, I was expecting Character Sheet that had desscriptions, which involved more in depth backgrounds about the characters and their faulty childhood rearing, the crime(s) they committed to bring them aboard, the family or friends or acquaintances they no longer see, the deal they signed with the captain, the laws of their ship, and their relationship with the captain and other crew members.

But, as someone who only made it past finding a face claim, a name, a nickname, and small personality traits for this Contest, I should not be a meany-head. So, I apologize.

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@Lasersquid112