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Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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I was trying to make him more ambivalent and kind of an asshole, yeah! Hopefully he gets a little nicer as time goes on.
Posted Clelk - bit wordier than I initially intended. Let me know if anything needs to be changed or removed.
Name: Clelk
Role: Blacksmith
Age: 5
Description: Clelk is in one of the highest castes in the village, and it is clear that he abuses the privileges that come with this. He is fat, weighing nearly 50 pounds and standing at 3 feet tall. He has some decent muscles thanks to lugging around the heavy metal involved in his craft, but his cowardice and risk-aversion have barred him from being a potent warrior. His face is scarless and while not necessarily ugly, lacks any defining features that make him appear interesting. His yellowed teeth point at odd angles inside of his mouth. Clelk has no hair on his head, and despite having deep-set dark brown eyes, his glares seem a bit too predatory. His skin is a dark green and either covered in soot and ash or far too clean for a goblin in a village, based on the time of day that you look at him.
His clothing is arguably the most outlandish part about him - rather than wear simple loincloths or rags like his fellows, Clelk takes extreme care in his outfits, doing his best to mimic humans (although his attempts are shoddy at best). He wears a thick animal pelt as an apron while working, and his cloth shirt and pants are a far cry from the rags that most goblins wear. Even if they're impressive for a goblin, humans would find the outfit only slightly better than the rags that most of Clelks peers wear. He even sacrificed some of his copper in order to forge crude rings, which he has extreme pride in despite their poor craftsmanship.
Background: The runt of a litter of 5, Clelk was destined for mediocrity from birth. He held little hope for being anything other than a grains farmer, considering he was fearful of even rabbits, but he earned the sympathy of one of the village smiths due to his poor social standing. He was taken on as an apprentice, and this kindness led to the smith being one of the few goblins that Clelk respected. Clelk was quick to abuse his new power, raiding the granary stores and hoarding anything he created for himself, only giving them away in exchange for shinier or more useful tools. When he first saw human traders, in their wagons and adorned with fancy jewelry, he was filled with wonder and awe. He wished to be just like these immaculate creatures, leading to his strange clothes and utter fascination with human culture. One of the easiest ways to get something from him is to offer a bauble or trinket from the nearby human town, with shiny coins being able to earn as much as arrows and even spears.
Abilities: Clelk is the opposite of what is respected in goblin society - he is a coward and balks at the mere implication of danger or conflict. His abilities reflect as such - he is one of the best smiths in the village, if only for the status that such a skill affords him. Additionally, Clelk has experience cooking, although goblin cuisine is about as unrefined as one can be. When not at the forge or eating more than he deserves, Clelk usually fishes, either alone or with the older members of the village. As such, his skill in fishing far outweighs his hunting abilities. One of Clelk's strongest skills is his literacy - his desire to emulate humans has encouraged him to learn something that few, if any, other goblins in the village know. While he cannot be compared to a scholar, he can actually read messages and writing, something that even some humans are incapable of.
Reputation: Clelk is rude, abrasive, and overall not an enjoyable person to be around. This, combined with how he ransacks the granary to sate himself on a slow fishing day have left most others in the village feeling quite angry at him. Nonetheless, it is well known that he will do nearly anything as long as he is given something in turn, and he has been all too willing to offer his weapons to the warriors before a raid (in exchange for some of the loot). No female in her right mind would give him the time of day, even if he is a smith. He is typically much more respectful to elders and the higher ranking members of the tribe, especially the last shaman and his old master. He was very upset when the former passed away, and is unsure of how to feel about the new replacement.
Clelk is regarded much more highly by the human traders that occasionally visit than he is by his goblin peers, considering he usually treats them with much more respect than he does the other goblins in the village.
Property: Clelk has some of the most possessions out of anyone in the tribe, by simple virtue that he is greedy and can produce his own tools.
A Forge, albeit a very primitive and basic one. It works and is one of the few sources of iron tools and weaponry in the tribe.
A hut, completly unremarkable from its peers. It is stuffed with various baubles and trinkets that Clelk has made and traded for, as well as various weapons and tools that he plans to trade with.
A fishing rod, which has seen extensive use and will continue to do so. Average for a goblin, very basic for a human.
An iron pot, designed for humans to cook with. In the hands of a goblin, it allows for the creation of soups and other very basic dishes. This cost quite a few animal pelts, which in turn cost Clelk a decent number of weapons, but Clelk treasures it as one of his few human-made possessions.
Role: Blacksmith
Age: 5
Description: Clelk is in one of the highest castes in the village, and it is clear that he abuses the privileges that come with this. He is fat, weighing nearly 50 pounds and standing at 3 feet tall. He has some decent muscles thanks to lugging around the heavy metal involved in his craft, but his cowardice and risk-aversion have barred him from being a potent warrior. His face is scarless and while not necessarily ugly, lacks any defining features that make him appear interesting. His yellowed teeth point at odd angles inside of his mouth. Clelk has no hair on his head, and despite having deep-set dark brown eyes, his glares seem a bit too predatory. His skin is a dark green and either covered in soot and ash or far too clean for a goblin in a village, based on the time of day that you look at him.
His clothing is arguably the most outlandish part about him - rather than wear simple loincloths or rags like his fellows, Clelk takes extreme care in his outfits, doing his best to mimic humans (although his attempts are shoddy at best). He wears a thick animal pelt as an apron while working, and his cloth shirt and pants are a far cry from the rags that most goblins wear. Even if they're impressive for a goblin, humans would find the outfit only slightly better than the rags that most of Clelks peers wear. He even sacrificed some of his copper in order to forge crude rings, which he has extreme pride in despite their poor craftsmanship.
Background: The runt of a litter of 5, Clelk was destined for mediocrity from birth. He held little hope for being anything other than a grains farmer, considering he was fearful of even rabbits, but he earned the sympathy of one of the village smiths due to his poor social standing. He was taken on as an apprentice, and this kindness led to the smith being one of the few goblins that Clelk respected. Clelk was quick to abuse his new power, raiding the granary stores and hoarding anything he created for himself, only giving them away in exchange for shinier or more useful tools. When he first saw human traders, in their wagons and adorned with fancy jewelry, he was filled with wonder and awe. He wished to be just like these immaculate creatures, leading to his strange clothes and utter fascination with human culture. One of the easiest ways to get something from him is to offer a bauble or trinket from the nearby human town, with shiny coins being able to earn as much as arrows and even spears.
Abilities: Clelk is the opposite of what is respected in goblin society - he is a coward and balks at the mere implication of danger or conflict. His abilities reflect as such - he is one of the best smiths in the village, if only for the status that such a skill affords him. Additionally, Clelk has experience cooking, although goblin cuisine is about as unrefined as one can be. When not at the forge or eating more than he deserves, Clelk usually fishes, either alone or with the older members of the village. As such, his skill in fishing far outweighs his hunting abilities. One of Clelk's strongest skills is his literacy - his desire to emulate humans has encouraged him to learn something that few, if any, other goblins in the village know. While he cannot be compared to a scholar, he can actually read messages and writing, something that even some humans are incapable of.
Reputation: Clelk is rude, abrasive, and overall not an enjoyable person to be around. This, combined with how he ransacks the granary to sate himself on a slow fishing day have left most others in the village feeling quite angry at him. Nonetheless, it is well known that he will do nearly anything as long as he is given something in turn, and he has been all too willing to offer his weapons to the warriors before a raid (in exchange for some of the loot). No female in her right mind would give him the time of day, even if he is a smith. He is typically much more respectful to elders and the higher ranking members of the tribe, especially the last shaman and his old master. He was very upset when the former passed away, and is unsure of how to feel about the new replacement.
Clelk is regarded much more highly by the human traders that occasionally visit than he is by his goblin peers, considering he usually treats them with much more respect than he does the other goblins in the village.
Property: Clelk has some of the most possessions out of anyone in the tribe, by simple virtue that he is greedy and can produce his own tools.
A Forge, albeit a very primitive and basic one. It works and is one of the few sources of iron tools and weaponry in the tribe.
A hut, completly unremarkable from its peers. It is stuffed with various baubles and trinkets that Clelk has made and traded for, as well as various weapons and tools that he plans to trade with.
A fishing rod, which has seen extensive use and will continue to do so. Average for a goblin, very basic for a human.
An iron pot, designed for humans to cook with. In the hands of a goblin, it allows for the creation of soups and other very basic dishes. This cost quite a few animal pelts, which in turn cost Clelk a decent number of weapons, but Clelk treasures it as one of his few human-made possessions.
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Is there a character sheet, or should we make our own?
Is there a character sheet, or should we make our own?
@Aristocles
I was thinking of just taking an Artisan role and leaving the bigger roles for anyone else who wanted them since they're in shorter supply. Probably a smith or maybe a hut builder, depending on the others who join.
I was thinking of just taking an Artisan role and leaving the bigger roles for anyone else who wanted them since they're in shorter supply. Probably a smith or maybe a hut builder, depending on the others who join.
Interested!
Character is nearly done, will probably finish sometime tomorrow or Sunday at the latest.
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Midtown
Scavenger nearly screamed as the monster jumped unexpectantly into view. She immediately closed the tab on the computer, pissed off and fuming. Her home base didn't have electricity, let alone Nexus-access, so she usually came to one of the Nexus-Cafes in midtown for her horror movie fix and to charge her phone. Unfortunately, 'Assault of the Variants' wasn't nearly as good as she expected from the reviews - the monsters were crap looking and the characters weren't realistic in the slightest. As if that wasn't enough, it had the audacity to use Jumpscares, something Scavenger only tolerated in the best of films. Whatever, it wasn't like Scavenger paid much for the cafe or movie. She just shifted into an employee for the former and stole the latter.
Scavenger decided that this visit was a bust, and went to her Vivify in order to talk about how shit the movie was. She had a loyal fanbase of nearly 60 people who read her blog! That was a pretty big number, and the higher it was, the sooner Scavenger could make her breakthrough onto the horror movie scene. 'This film is actual garbo - uses horrible CGI, plot is assinine, and characters are 2-dimensional. DON'T WATCH!!! Will make an in-depth review when I get home.'
Posting that in order to satiate her adoring fans, albeit temporarily, Scavenger saw that she had a Privy notification. She checked it absentmindedly, expecting something boring like a new burger joint being built, only to pause when she found that the incident was caused by Variants. The Underground asked her about a job tonight, but she was busy with movie night - now that she realized this movie was actual trash, she suddenly had some free time. Good thing too - if she was there the whole time, she'd have to help set the place on fire, and she HATED the stuff. M.A.D used it every damn time she showed up somewhere. And more importantly, she could hang with Graffite, who sometimes watched films with her and even followed her on Vivify.
And of course, the Underground might hand out a few bucks for the help, which is always nice.
Scavenger exited the cafe and made her way to the car she stole an hour prior. She always tried to steal a car when she could and see if she could switch license plates later, but this seemed pretty urgent and she stored a few stolen ones back home. Quickly her appearance warped into that of a young blond woman, one of the various forms she kept for work. A hand sprouted from her neck and held the phone to her ear, and she left both hands on the wheel as she pulled away. She quickly dialed Graffite and started talking into the phone before he even picked up.
"Yoooo, Rocky Road! I know you're in this mission, where you at? It's Scavenger, I can give you guys a pickup!"
Thankfully she was already in midtown, in one of those nerd streets. That newsfeed was very recent, so Graffite and his guys couldn't be too far. That was the sole reason she wasn't already speeding down the street.
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