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3 yrs ago
Current 3.5e is the best dnd, only one I play, but I prefer pathfinder 1e cause it's 3.5e with extra stuff.
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5 yrs ago
Trying to get a new RP started so my friend can try out text rp if anyone is interested.

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Name: Heinrich Wuntersmil (Real Name - Gustav Von Marcle)
Age: 22 (really depends on how long since the coup)
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance (Height, build, facial structure, etc.): 5'8 - 180 lbs - average/stocky build - rounder in the face, thicker cheeks, that are usually tented with a bit of blush - blue eyes - brown hair (don't have a face claim atm)

Titles: Heir of a Duchy - most likely the Duke now

Background: A young heir of a dominant dukedom in Avalia, he was well educated from a young age as were many of his peers. He desired his role in life as a duke. Though, there was something that was lacking in his life, a desire for seeing the new, for exploration and seeing the world. So when he began his higher education, he decided the best way was to one day serve in the military, so he was enrolled at the Royal Military Academy before the coup, and several years later would have a Royal Commission. Instead of joining after his initial degree, he would continue his education in the Academy, finding himself in the crowd of engineers and artillery officers and gaining favor with his old guard teachers.

When the coup came around, the academy was hit for its population of noble sons and loyalists. An inquisition of students turning in their peers to the coup to try and get rank in the new army of the NLAP. The rebels killed most of the nobles in the school, some fled, others like Gustav hid. He took the identity of another fellow student and began his new life in the school. Thankfully, those who knew him the best were teachers and those who had died or fled. When he was asked to join the army as an artillery officer, the few teachers that were left said that he was underwhelming in his leadership ability, but an excellent craftsman and had many good ideas for creating weapons and defensive tactics. That was more or less to save him from fighting what was left of his friends on the battlefield and execution.

Once he was finished with his education, he was more or less forced with other scholars to begin a think tank of weaponry, creating new weapons out of what materials they could find. They had little free-range but were a capable force in thinking of ideas, but didn't have many ways of putting them into action due to a lack of resources. The group was kept underground generally, as their blueprints and ideas were to create weapons that could create an arms race if the materials were acquired. But, due to constant movement of the previous government and risk of being capture, the group has had little time and very little resources to even get out of blueprint stage.

Personality: He was once a youthful boy, but he turned sour once a lot of his friends, and most likely, his family was killed during the coup. His hope to see the world was almost destroyed after the coup and his new role in the world as someone to create weapons. He is timid, his ability to trust was virtually completely shattered, but there is still some wanderlust in him. He has a deep hatred of those who currently are in control over his homeland and desires to see the old way rise back up. He blends to his new role more than anything, trying to suppress feelings and urges to break free and run from his captors.

Likes: Food, women, the ocean, fishing, hunting, machinery, mountains, Dwarves, Solendyr, intellectuals, Avalian nationalism
Dislikes: most species of elves, bogs/marshland/swamps, democratic states, pork, Avalia under the rule of Yllendyr
Hatred: Rulers of the NLAP, orcs/goblinoids/other humanoids

Strengths: Firearms operation (as a hunter), engineering, staying alive in a hostile environment, physically capable
Weaknesses: Unexperienced fighter/not combat tested, fear of suffocation/airborne toxins, lack of magical ability
Special Equipment/Tools/Clothing: Nothing really, he has a pistol, a lockbox full of his dead friend's things, and his 'dead friends'/guy whom he got killed things (his), plus whatever can be requisitioned for the group he works with.

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Name: Avalian Nationalist Science and Engineering Society - Previously Named: Avalian Royal Society of Science and Engineering / Ministry of Industry
Type of Entity (religious group, revolutionary movement, corporation, etc.): Nationalistic Intellectual Society / Fraternity / pseudo-government entity
Leader/Leaders: What is left of the organization has formed a council
Purpose/Goal: Invention and Engineering (of mainly weapons and tools) - the previous purpose of controlling the area's industry has been given to other groups/individuals.
Assets: Whatever it can get it's hands-on/is given to them by the entity controlling them.
Members: Engineers, engineering/science scholars, conscripted teachers.
Background: Once a political piece in the scholarly world of Avalia, it has been turned into a society for the greatest and brightest minds of Avalia. In it's for days, it was given control of creating industrial capacity, improving agricultural capacity and improving the lives of Avialans in a traditional manner of science and philosophy. But since it has been incorporated into a nationalistic movement, it was removed mostly from the political landscape but kept as a government entity. Much like what the second world war's Manhattan project in the form of its structure, it is used more for inventing weapons to fight whatever may come at the NLAP (or whoever controls them) from land or sea.

Inventions and new scholarly laws from all branches of science were expected of these individuals. But it will be interesting to see what inventions may come from the individuals in this organization, and what these inventions will do to the world. Morals are to be set aside, in the name of science.
I'd be down for something like this.

Marc Bolheim


"Oh hush Fritz, the train station isn't that far from here, just several miles. I am not going to ride across the country like dolt behind me," stopping when he heard the voices of two men and the two men exit the vehicle, "dolts."

Listening to the two ramble on about their adventure, smiling as he had enjoyed his walk, it was nice outside and he was enjoying himself. He himself was not so lucky as well, luckier than their fourth musketeer, but not as lucky as those two. He had been allowed to go on the trip, as long as it was business-oriented, his father had several businessmen with him, which is why he walked in all reality. He did enjoy the walk however, he just wished he didn't have to share the carriage with two other men, one of which was a rotund man.

He turned and smiled at Fritz, "But show us the way Fritz, as if we were walking to that beerhall on the far side of campus after Herr Walkoffs long lectures. It will be like our last Christmas at university, just without those various pastries, meats, and cheeses my father sent us." He was ready for the nostalgia from his... youth, no university years. He was just reaching middle-aged at that point.


Marc Bolheim


Marc stared through the hedgerow as he walked down the street, he decided to walk when he turned and saw a car. A loud, boisterous machine that it is, he didn't care that much for lorries, the only upside to him was that they didn't have to sleep like horses. They still had to eat, just fuel, not food. He waved at the car.

Once he got to the property, he smiled as he stared at the grounds, it was far more extravagant than his home, and maybe twice the size. He turned back towards the car and wondered who it was. He decided he would probably be at the door while the car was coming closer. He took a step through the footpath and headed towards the house. Over the bridge, he went towards the door, the water below him soothing him. He had been stressed some because of his newfound job, and his mother is asking him for a grandchild. But that would come later, he would tell her. Now it was time for him to enjoy his life.

He stiffened himself up a bit, wiping off his jacket, he had dressed as he had for work, it would work for a party as well. A nice suit, he looked like his father, he realized. A man who dressed nicely, generally with some form of nice large hat, which he didn't have, he was naked in that sense. The soles of his shoes were treading on the ground, and then up the few steps to the door. The sound of his souls blanked out of existence by that damned car somewhere behind him.

He heard shouting, odd to hear before a party of the world's most awesome and extraordinary men he had thought to himself, was it this famed sister he had heard of, a lover, a wife. He would shrug, he figured that the home life was similar to his bar life, yelling and fights, knowing from the experience of bailing several friends out after the fact.

His hand raised and took the knocker as he hit it against itself several times, "It is me, Marc!" he exclaimed as he waited for his friend or a maid to open the door. "Open up; you had better not have started without me!"


plenty hoss, got a discord or something set up or a docs?
ERIKA! *BUM BUM BUM*
and what species are available by chance?
@Meiyuuhi def interested.
I am good with either man, got plenty ideas for both. @Roland
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