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Cacophony Concord

I want to be a monster tamer.

@Cu Chulainn

I want to tame monster girls*

Cacophony Concord

@71342 Not even close.

I'm more so aiming for some parasitic magic wielder who drains the life essence and spirit out of her enemies and disperses that mojo among her allies. Maybe with some spectral aesthetics and little will-o-wisps that follow her around- maybe that's asking for too much though?

Cacophony Concord

The Canadians will make a guild together and talk about maple syrup brands while clearing content.

Cacophony Concord

@ERode I'm getting the vibe that the starting areas will designate [racial passive] type stuff rather than restricting classes and playstyles- and on the classes topic, since other people have stated their wishes for what direction they wanted to go with that. I was hoping to make a healer that utilized Draining Magic/Debuffs/Condition Damage, with curses and stuff but definitely still a healer. Would something like that be possible- if not I'll cry about it and move on with my life.

Cacophony Concord

Everyone did 1.0 so I will do 2.0

Alys Kaleigh

Age: Twenty-nine years young.
Gender: She's a lady.
Nationality: Welsh
Description: The baby-faced young lady standing before you imposes at the impressive height of five feet and seven inches, a few of those extra inches may be tacked on while wearing boots. Her frame is nothing too impressive with her small noodle arms and bony angular profile. Her complexion is a pasty ivory white- seemingly more exaggerated on her face with the drastically contrasting makeup around her eyes and lips. Eye color was a deep and boring brown, though her eyes are rather big. Her hair is a natural brownish-red cut tight above shoulder length with her bangs cut just below her browline. She definitely seems to own the alternative aesthetic, whether it's genuine or a front however- that's the real question.

Alys lives in Llanfair, and has lived their her whole life. Her father and mother were law school sweethearts that against the odds made it through to the end, and now happily married while running a joint law firm together. Neither of them came from wealthy backgrounds though, grandma and grandpa were both standard blue collar workers. Their accumulated wealth was self-made through numerous won cases and some good luck, now they're driving salaryman cars together and vacationing on private islands every summer. But then there's Alys. School wasn't the issue, she was a smart gal with two very intelligent parents. Maybe she got caught up in the wrong crowd, and a bad interaction with her scene resulted in what she is now. A black sheep in every way- living in the shadow of two successful people. She's nearly thirty years old and what does she have to show for it?

She had always enjoyed multiplayer games. The same friendships could be built without the constrictions, and most certainly without the reputations. As an anonymous, faceless, nameless figure behind the screen she could portray herself as someone unburdened by the expectations of reality. Supportive roles in First-Person Shooters, Healers in RPGs, she wanted to add value to this online persona she invented over the years known as "Calace". There wasn't a following for her or anything- but rumors of a "very eccentric roleplayer" who played a healer did make their rounds on a number of MMOs, and in Cacophony Concord she plans on maintaining that reputation. Maybe you've even heard the rumors of a black-clad lolita who isn't dressed for her role in the slightest?

Cacophony Concord

@ERode what about stats and stuff? Is it going to be handled on your end or is it on the CS?

Cacophony Concord

@ERode can we get some example classes- unless you've got some planned for the the main thread? I'm just asking for some reference in terms of how complex they can be.

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Hillhaven Main Road - Outside Hillside Haven Inn
@Searat@Lmpkio@reusablesword

"Cannot believe ye'nt never gone to th' Inn yet. Yer'n the frontier now Ba Ba, time t' start charging hexes for booze 'n such." Cresta blasted out words as her horse steadily galloped closer to the wooden social hub of their little town.

"Ya'notta'needing to be worried'about me- I'm olda'dan most of'tes pink children anyway." The elder shamaness hissed back to the mayor, her sights shifting towards some of the faces outside.

The talk between the two would come to an abrupt halt as they finally reached the post at the Inn's entrance however. Sliding off the side of the noble steed- the mayor would be the first to freeze at the sight of the large humanoid reptile standing beside one of her deputies. Her jaw dropped straight to floor at the strange creature, it wasn't something she had ever seen before in all of her travels. In the back of her head the word "Monster!" echoed for a bit, in all of her years of travel she had never heard of or seen such a creature. It took her breath away, but she wasn't quite sure exactly sure if that surprise was positive or negative yet.

It wasn't until the orc shamaness spoke up that the mayor started to have a clear head. "Ah-da-gwa never'av I seen somtin like that. Whata'ara'ya you'fine creatcha'."

The humongous orc woman slowly stepped up to the creature, ignoring the townsfolk around it and staring with wide glossy brown eyes with a scratch of her furry chin. She inspected the lizardman carefully, the muscular proportions- all the way down to the shape of his head. "Thatta wondaful'skulla'ma have to get me'ona'dem." while Cresta filled her lungs with the clean air before breathing it out. She paced up to the group, removing her hat and offering them a cant of her head before greeting the ones she knew- not the strange lizard creature.

"G'day y'all, Sheriff, Vera. I planned on makin' way round'ere before nightfall 'n spected to have'n few rounds with ya'. But 'm my years I'd never think some'n strange would show'er self in my Town. Maybe a dragon gettin' lost 'long its way. But 'n my years I've never seen som'n like that before." Cresta's words held a stern tone to each drawl of her voice, her eyes weren't quite angry- but she stared through everyone and directly to the new townsfolk that had seemingly invited itself into her town. Her hand absentmindedly drifted to the holster at her right hip, and then she looked to her Sheriff. Her head raised to look over him, clearing her throat before asking as politely as her passive-aggressive self could.

"Care ta' splain this, Sheriff." She stepped up to him, her posture straightening.

Cacophony Concord

I cannot ignore VRMMO Roleplays! As much as I want to stay in hiatus and be potato.

SPIRITUM

"W h a t a v a c a t i o n !"

Asa snapped out as she winced at the medical scene that was taking place not so far from her, she wasn't squeamish with blood but rather the bumping around and a wounded comrade having fragments of glass in them really just- made her feel weird. Beneath her was a bag of supplies, she was using it as a seat to cushion her rear. But as mentioned before her ass was not getting much support from the rucksacks filled with stock alcohol, snacks, and other odds & ends. Her right hand loosely gripped the bag's opening while the other unclipped it's fastening, then she made some awkward facial expressions as she reached for what would likely be a bottle- maybe this was the "change of clothes' bag? Finally she would clasp her hands around a small bottle of Manticwhore Vodka, plucking out from the army green bag and leaning over to hand it to Dr. Soren. The viscous transparent concoction has a small stinger sitting at the bottom of the bottle, the titular manticore stinger.

"This should definitely work. Anyone who drinks a whole bottle'a that'll probably enter a coma!" Asa laughed out snorting at the thought.

As Zak put the peddle to the metal and booked it, Asa was immediately launched back towards the rear view window the WARDENmobil. Her head had luckily slammed into the frame of the vehicle rather than the thick glass, a metallic ding being audible over the engine's roar. The girl's face turned bright read, anger, a well of all kinds of emotions but mostly annoyance. She clutched onto the railing even as the truck sped through multiple bumps, Sam being operated on, too much stimulation- and the alcohol was finally kicking in so all stops were being pulled. It was time for an Asa explosion.

"THAT'S IT! I'M COMING INSIDE! WHO'S LAP AM I SITTING ON! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE!"