CollectorOfMyst

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

*sighs* School, eh? Can't live with it, and you can't live without it, either.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for inertia.

Underwater Fire of their Eyes

@Rekaigan Good question! Tech levels can be weird if you want -- in my head I'm thinking most of the time clockwork is the highest tech, but some places will have steam, railroads, early-era electricity. But if you also want to crack open a soda can, go for it.

As far as the world goes, I don't think "magic" exists much in the usual sense, but sometimes nature works in peculiar ways: floating rocks and flying islands, goopy living glowing liquid that can power lightbulbs, plants with significant alchemical effects, etc.

In general though, feel free to suggest whatever feels right for your character and where they live -- if necessary we can tweak it so it fits securely in everything else. :)

@Mokley

Hmm... well, that means flintlock pistols and rifles, maybe better. You're thinking late-Georgian/Regency to early Victorian (even though I'm pretty sure that electricity was a mid-Victorian invention, not later.)

Underwater Fire of their Eyes

Brass

NAME: Brass Roseblood
HAIR COLOR: Brown, which is honestly quite boring, when you think about it.
EYE COLOR: Green, though what shade, changes with the light,
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: It isn't really a 'feature', but he always has his sword with him.
SCARS AND BIRTHMARKS: None to speak of.

DESCRIBE A STRANGER'S FIRST IMPRESSION UPON MEETING THEM.
Brass, to those who haven't quite met him yet, could easily come off as arrogant, or a troublemaker. However, on appearances alone, he could appear to be a well-worn traveller, despite his youth, what with his leather coat and boots both being weathered by the road.

WHO ARE THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY? WHAT SORT OF PEOPLE DO THEY SURROUND THEMSELVES WITH?
None to speak of, I'm afraid. He's been alone in the world for a long time. The only one who might be alive is his father, but Brass never knew the man, nor will he. Don't worry about it, though - he isn't lonely, not at all. There're a few innkeepers who know him by name - probably take pity on him, to be honest - and he can well afford to pay them for bed and board, maybe for a few nights at a time before he moves on. He wouldn't exactly call the people who played him in cards friends, though. Enemies, more like - he's been in enough scraps in the aftermath to know that some dice rollers don't take kindly to his 'luck'.

WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE HAVE THEY LIVED SINCE THEN? WHERE IS HOME?
Brass was born inland, in a small town. He doesn't tell people where - because to him, it's a grave. He may as well have buried the whole town, as well as his mother. Now, he's mostly looking for a new home - and he's always been drawn to the sea.

WHERE DO THEY GO WHEN THEY'RE ANGRY?
Angry isn't something you'll see Brass be. He doesn't need to go anywhere. He's fine, honestly. If he feels any 'angry' coming on, he buries it, deep down, where he's determined to let it stay.

WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST FEAR? WHO HAVE THEY TOLD ABOUT IT? WHO WOULD THEY NEVER TELL?
Strangely enough, for his lifestyle, his greatest fear is dying. Dying alone and forgotten. But he isn't dying today. No, siree. He's not going to tell you about this, either. It's... it's not something you can easily confess.

DO THEY HAVE A SECRET?
Other than the ones you already know? No, he doesn't have many secrets to keep. But if you trust him with one, he'll be sure to add it to the list of ones he does.

WHAT MAKES THEM LAUGH OUT LOUD?
Now, that depends. What do you consider to be a loud laugh out? A joke? That'll earn you a smile or a chuckle. Losing to him in a game of cards? Perhaps a little more. You'd probably need to really amuse him to get the full-blown belly laugh you're asking for, though.

HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
One, once... but other than that, no. He's had his dalliances, from time to time. Women, men, both, neither - didn't matter. None of them were serious. He might give someone a second look, but no, no long-term crushes or relationships. That doesn't mean he'll never fall prey to it, however.

DESCRIBE THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE HARD FOR THEM TO PART WITH.
He doesn't really have that many material possessions - though, of the ones he does have, a good number of them are irreplaceable. His sword, his ring, and his jacket. The ring he wears is a memento of his mother - it was her signet ring, and even if it came down to selling it or starve, he'd go without food. His sword also came from her - though, it never belonged to her. It was a gift, for his last birthday with her. He might be more willing to sell that. And as for his jacket... well, it's a good jacket! He's had it for a while, and he's probably going to have it for a good while more.

LOOK DOWN AT THEIR FEET. DESCRIBE WHAT YOU SEE.
Well, his feet are in his boots, for one. About knee-high, good leather, that sort of thing. A flagstone floor - standard, for this establishment, if it's not wooden boards instead. Wooden table legs, chair legs. Yep, this is an inn. And he's sitting at a table. There's some golden light coming in through a window, somewhere - so it's either dawn or dusk. Probably dusk.

WHEN THEY THINK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD KITCHEN, WHAT SMELL DO THEY ASSOCIATE WITH IT? WHY DOES IT RESONATE?
Good smells. Puffy rice... and mince, maybe? A stew? He can't quite tell. And... a warm, nice smell. Mother. She was a good cook. Always making good food. He helped, from time to time. It certainly made it easier on her.

DESCRIBE ONE STRONG MEMORY THAT HAS STUCK WITH THEM FROM CHILDHOOD.
A memory? Hmm... it's probably... the girl. Brass was sitting up in a tree, in the garden, when he saw her across the way. She had golden hair, and it fell down over her shoulder in a long braid. She had just picked a flower - a lily? A rose? And when she smelled its perfume... the most beautiful of smiles lit her face. It wasn't a grin or a smirk, and she didn't bare her teeth... but, it was beautiful nonetheless.

WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST OF ALL?
Honestly... he doesn't know himself. I suppose that's what he's trying to find.

RIGHT NOW, IN THE FIRST MOMENT OF OUR STORY, WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST PROBLEM?
The guy sitting across from him. They're playing a game of cards and dice, and both of them have placed large bets. The man across from him is a thug. Bullied his coin out of others, probably. And he's getting increasingly frustrated by his poor luck. Brass has been playing the game for what, an hour, now? The man'll probably accuse him of cheating, and normally, he might be right. Who doesn't? But this time, there's not a single card in his sleeve, nor a loaded dice. Just Lady Luck. And clearly she favours Brass in this case. Let's just hope the guy doesn't try to start anything, shall we? He might not look that pretty, but Brass would hate to ruin what little he already has.

Underwater Fire of their Eyes

Time to break out an old friend of mine...

I generally use character pictures, if that's alright?

C R A W L

Huh? I thought that moving directly diagonally would've worked. 3 movement, going D6 > D9 > D13 > E1. But sure, if D19 is as far as I can take him, sure. I've got large potential for movement, anyway.

Underwater Fire of their Eyes (High Fantasy Sea Adventure)

I'll voice my interest. This is a good idea. And I'd like to see where it takes me.

Post a random fact about yourself.

In the time that I have known of Poi's existence, I have seen their avatar change twice.

Post a random fact about yourself.

A fact about myself;

I am being held against my will by unsanctioned means and you should probably send me help. My location is -FZZZZT!

Connection Lost...

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Indeed it is. People can change from day to day, and if it isn't agreeable to them, I suppose then ultimately, it is their loss.

However, I think you may also want to think of this other person's perspective. While some people are not bothered by minute changes, or even barely notice them, it's not always the same. Some people are dependent on a stable environment or routine - such as people with OCD, who feel the incessant need to do things in certain ways at certain times, or else their whole world will come crashing down. As someone with Asperger's Syndrome, I, too, can be bothered if certain things don't turn out how I expected them to. Their reasons may not be the same as you perceive them to be. Some people are just babies about it, true... but, for others, it's more... complicated.

In summary; you can look in a mirror to see around the corner, but if you're not looking around the corner with your own eyes, can you truly say you know all of what's on the other side? Thus, do not pre-emptively say you know so, and act accordingly.