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3 mos ago
Current Genshin being allergic to melanin amuses me greatly
6 mos ago
It's gonna be gas. Can't wait to see what sort nonsense you can pull of in focus mode with the funlance and hunting horn. Also, looking forward to new monsters to skin and wear as hats.
6 mos ago
The zaza got me talkin’ like Pingu
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6 mos ago
Shoutouts to the degenerates that love hand-holding
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6 mos ago
Fun vibe tbh

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Just some rando. I'm 20+ so no worries about rping with a kid.

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Cool let me know when the prices have been reduced along with the discord server for this.

Also, is there anything else you'd want from my guy's backstory or just more detail in general? I found the highlanders to be somewhat vaguely defined, but not in a way that inviting to like to fill all the details. And I was hesitant about making up too much stuff in case it deviates from what you're thinking of.
Well good to know the style isn't exclusive to them.

Anyway, while I'm aware that learning new styles is just meet the stat requirements, I also figured you want some explanation within the fiction as how it was acquired. So, I figured the best way would be to wait for like more suitable styles to pop along with an opportunity to go, "Hey, my character is seeking instruction in it."

I'm also rather curious about the math works with these stats. One thing that would be nice is having an explanation for each level on a stat. I can infer some ideas of competency per level a bit. But it would be better for it to be explicitly explained. Like saying 1 means average or unskilled and like 4 being skilled or something like that.

Going back to styles, I'm actually kind of curious to just how impaired a character would be without a style. Although for the sake of testing your material, I'll pick something. Still, I want to see how a character fares with only rolls and the free techs.

Also, I wonder what everyone else is planning on making. Would it be alright if characters might know each other beforehand?
@Sho Minazuki

My apologies, I didn't mean to imply he had some fame for his skill with the weapon. Rather that he acquired enough skill gain some begrudging respect as he continued his training.

Regarding combat styles I skipped over it for like the following reasons: My own experience with tabletop rpgs has me wanting to have a slightly more balanced spread, over committing into a single stat for qualifying for a style. Because of that I felt that Hylian knight style wasn't worth it as a dedicated spear user as there's really one strider stance move, I'd use. Now sure there's Zoran Fencing, but I got the impression it would be an exotic style for a non-zora character and honestly, I had no idea how to justify the character learning it. I figured grabbing those loose techs would serve me well until there's a situation to learn something better.

Cool. I got two character concepts in mind. One being a Hylian spear-user of either vanilla or hylander heritage. The other I want to run by you first to see if it jives with like your system and like tone. He's a bird of prey Rito martial artist whose style involves extensive use of his legs to make use his talons.

Video related is basically the inspiration of what I was thinking. Note the guy whose fingers are curled into claws and is tearing up the scenery.
This looks pretty neat, hopefully you got some space left for more characters. Even if you don't, I'd still like to provide feedback to your system and watch how this plays.
Jen


"You said something?" Jen would say as his head stuck out curiously through a door. "Oh man, I really got split from you guys. His voice getting muffled as the door closed and he scurried to meet the group. Another door would open but from a different floor. He would grunt annoyedly and close the door heading back.

Jen was completely unfazed by Tayla's attempted barb. His annoyance was currently focused on this labyrinthian jail and the vexing effects of the divergence it had in getting him lost, among other woes that have plagued him since the group's arrival to this town. Eventually he thought he saw Týfurkh or perhaps one of the biggest guys that worked in the prison that matched his stature. Hey there big guy! Finally glad to get to you guys. I hate walking through this place, and I can't to leave." He said smiling and attempted to give an almost pitifully weak back pat. Which wasn't him trying to be funny, but more of a safety precaution after getting banned from various pubs after multiple door destruction incidents.
Name: Jen Gibre/ Dirty Bastard
Gender: m
Sexuality:
Age: Twenties
Home Nation: Taste
Appearance:


Bio: The man reffered to as "Dirty Bastard" life is a mystery known only to him and perhaps to people from his past. What is known about him is he hails from the nation of Taste. During his journey he had come to have learned martial arts somewhere in the mountains. He is a wanderer who drifts to wherever the winds dictate.

Personality: He is headstrong and free spirited and enjoys misleading others by appearing to be foolish and being tricky. He can be quite charming, but he's also possesses a fiery temper and a penchant for verbal abuse.

Quirks:
Likes drinking
Likes spicy food

Skills/Magic:
Martial arts:
Drunken boxing: A unarmed fighting style that emulates the staggered, swaying, and unpredictable movements of someone who us drunk. Dirty is also one of the few talented enough to effectively use this while actually drunk.

Dog beating staff technique: A curiously named staff fighting style attributed to a legendary beggar who developed it in after many conflicts in back alleys. Its method of fighting is something intuitive to his nature. Also, he likes using this style more due to the reach and usefulness of using a staff as a weapon.

Brewing: As befitting of his nation of birth, Dirty is a skilled brewer who procures fruits to make simple wines he carries on his body. In spite of the lack of proper tools and the improvised nature of his brews they come nice and a bit strong.

Panhandling: Beggars gonna beg
Outdoorsmanship: It is necessary to be knowledgeable in this when he travels into the wilderness.
Legerdemain: very useful for pocketing things that aren't his.
Sneakiness: What good is breaking the law if you get caught?

Weaknesses:
-Occasionally pissing off someone tends to lead to complications
-Being a dirty vagrant means he probably won't be getting into certain places
-Being a wandering martial artist means having to deal with people who want to fight him.

Equipment/Items:
Stick: It is an incredibly durable and flexible bamboo stick with a gourd tied to one end
Bottles and gourds: Filled with various liquids, mostly fermented or fermenting drinks
Bracelet: A bracelet made of colored rocks worn on his left wrist
Jen would flip his head to the side of injured shoulder. He'd suck in air through his teeth and shot a look of annoyance at the being. It seemed like he was trying his best to upset everyone in the group. He could scarcely understand why. He believed that the being was like a dog or ghost, and just sort of did things arbitrarily. Of interest though, was that treating him like a deity did nothing. The being seemed poised to avoid discussing just what did sustain him had Chres not pushed him to do so. So, this was the condition or cost to enter in "alliance" with him. Upon death, everything about them to be forgotten by everyone save for anyone in the pact.

It touched another wound that had yet to heal and with it he felt a deep sense of melancholy wash over him. What had happened and what he had done in response had already created some loss. But this... That he could die from the risks associated with their mission or just from some other mishap, and it all would be gone. Those bonds and memories, completely purged from their minds. Like he had never existed. He didn't bother fighting against getting misty-eyed as he found himself thinking back to old memories.

However, that reminiscence was short lived. His attention would quickly change when Vi'daerus' appeared, seemingly drawn by the utterance of its name and the being's prolonged presence no doubt as well. Jen could feel his hairs stick up as he saw their true foe. Luckily for everyone involved, reality would resume. He would slowly rise to his feet as he saw Karina deliver spiteful condemnation before passing out. It seemed that something the being said or did absolutely pissed her off.

He would groan from the pain in the shoulder and how heavy he felt. He'd look around some more as some of the surviving soldiers were celebrating their victory. It seemed more were coming from outside to aid them. In fact, he already saw a group carrying out Chres on a stretcher. The quicker they could get out, the better. Jen felt like needed a stiff drink and to rest on something more comfortable than the cellar floor he had been on. For all his fatigue, Jen found himself loitering around, unable to let himself rest despite the opportunity being there.
I'll get a character up sometime today.
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