khavali

Clash of the Cliques: Class Warfare

I'm interested.

The Family Business 2

I don't think that the hero (or villain, for that matter) list is up to date, Jangel. Or maybe it is... if that's the case, there is a definite issue there. I remember the villains being outnumbered at one point, haha.

CS

Name: Shastity "Shasi" Lim
Concept: “Extremely Unlucky Psychic”
Role: Villain/Dungeon Keeper
Age: 17
Sex and Orientation: Male, asexual | homo-romantic.
Appearance:

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details: medium brown skin, brown-black hair, pale green eyes. 5’10”.

Personality: Shy at first, but once more comfortable with a person or group he gets… testy, to say the least. He’s sarcastic, mostly uncaring, and entirely uninterested in anything that won’t lead him to his goals in life… or to a fun time. He can easily be persuaded to join in on a group endeavour, but he won’t do anything involving others of his own accord. He doesn’t like to be alone, though he won’t seek out someone to be a confidante. He prefers the company of the cold-blooded--that is to say, his pet salamander.

Background: He saw his mother once a year at most, twice when things were going well. She was too busy making heads explode to visit him any time other than on his birthday (or more often, a few weeks after his birthday). He lived with his aunt, his father having long been absent from his life. His mother would tell him, once or twice, that she was just ‘too busy’ for a man, but that didn’t answer the question of where his father had gone. He’s still waiting on an answer for that, actually, though he isn’t likely to get it from his mother.

He was never interested in doing much of anything other than exploring and reading, so when the opportunity came up to do something else, he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea. World heart? Dungeon? Why would he care? In the end, his aunt had to convince him to go, more for her sake than his. He was starting to drive her crazy with his constant comings and goings, coupled with the days he never left his room at all.

And so, after his aunt promised it would be a ‘character building opportunity’ and a ‘way to honor’ his mother’s memory, he reluctantly left to go assist in building a dungeon.

Skills: He calls himself a psychic, even though he can’t read minds. He can feel, more than anything, an event that is going to happen… but only in relation to himself and the person nearest to him. It’s that useless kind of ability. If he’s going to trip, he’ll feel the fall before he actually does fall--though this never prevents him from not falling. On the rare chance that he does get a vision of the future, it always has to do with a misfortune involving him, and he can never avoid it. If he focuses and is not interrupted by movement or sound, he can temporarily disable a person (or animal) by overloading their brain with sensations, though his opportunities to do this tend to be few and far between. He’s useless with weapons, though he can fight hand to hand in an incredibly scrappy, self-taught manner, having practiced with friends but never actually training or having been in a real fight. He’s not entirely helpless--after all, he isn’t dead yet, but he can’t say he’s anything other than below average when it comes to fighting.

Equipment: An old set of armor belonging to his mother, refitted for him, and a staff that doesn’t do much of anything, though he doesn’t know how to use it correctly. He’s been told to use it to ‘channel his powers through’, but has taken that to mean ‘concentrate really hard on the jewel and hope something happens’.

Parent: His mother was Valerie Lim, a centuries old wraith of the not-terribly-attractive sort. She would do anything for any amount of money, fueled more by a sense of adventure than any knowledge of economics. She wouldn’t call herself a villain, but the thousands of families with lost loved ones would beg to differ. Valerie made it a point to visit her son every year on his birthday, and they got along quite well. He loved his mother, in a detached sort of way, and she loved him in the same way. Her sister hoped a son would tie her down, but the promise of distant lands and exotic enemies proved to be more enticing than being a maternal figure.

Inheritance: Vague psychic powers, and a suit of armor. He’s not terribly pleased with the armor--it’s been refitted for him, but it still looks exactly like it did when his mother once wore it. Still, he wears it to honor her memory… and because it was incredibly expensive, and waste not, want not.

Notes: His favorite color is blue, and his pet salamander is named Jia Li.

As for the co-GM position, I don't know if I'm actually capable enough for it. I'll take it if no one else does, but otherwise I'm fine where I am.

The Family Business

God, I got really busy all of a sudden. Very sorry!

@HylianRose

It would definitely be best to make a new thread, I've been wondering about that for a while, as the current OOC OP is fairly out of date.

Have we figured out a voting system yet? Anyway, I vote for SuperNinjaMagi.

The Family Business

--villain

He sang, though it was more like warbling, an old hymn that he only knew half the words to. As he did so he watched as she set the chalice down and he took a moment’s break from his rotations to see what would happen.

Shasi was not a fan of the new ‘mood lighting’. It seemed almost thick and he had an urge to hold his breath, as if it would steal it away. It quickly went into the chalice, however, and that urge subsided. The light from the outside illuminated the tent somewhat, but he still had to squint to see what was going on.

He can barely see the chalice, but he can certainly hear the loud honking. It startles him into falling onto his backside, and he stares at the goose in front of him, the chalice itself nowhere to be seen. That was not, he was fairly certain, the intended outcome of this. It waddles away and the girl goes back to sit, but he stays where he is.

“Oi,” he says, more out of surprise than anything, and then, “perhaps it can still be useful? Geese are awfully violent.” He knew from experience. Gods, he hated geese. This one, though, seemed fairly docile. For now.

He stands and brushes himself off, then fetches his staff. If he isn’t holding it he feels almost restless, like his fingers need something to grip. He stands near the chest he originally got the candles from and waits for either a dismissal or… well, whatever else he was likely to get.

The Family Business

I do like this RP and want to see it continue so if it comes to it I wouldn't mind being a co-GM to help out, though I have absolutely no experience with it.

The Family Business

--villain

His first thought, upon entering the tent, was that this entire situation was utter insanity. His second thought was that he was well used to that by now, having dealt with his mother and his neurotic aunt. This brand, though, was fairly new. Neither of his matrons had a superiority complex. Inferiority, in his aunt’s case, yes. And he thought he was arrogant.

He stood, awkwardly, at the mouth of the tent, unsure of what he was waiting for exactly. He held his staff at the horizontal, it being too tall to be stood up in the small tent. The girl sat, and he eyed the sparse opulence of the… abode, as it were. Mostly empty, but what it did have must have cost a fortune. He eyed the wardrobe in particular, his mother used to have one like it, and he’d taken ownership of it after a while. And then she visited one day and tipped it out a window and into the small stream directly next to the house. That was a busy day.

She spoke, and he listened and made a face when she mentioned what the goblet did. He couldn't understand why anyone would drink from it if it turned all the liquid to blood in the first place, so he passed it off as mostly harmless.

'Mood lighting,' she'd said. He would have said 'I don't appreciate being told what to do,' in a similarly haughty way, if he thought she would listen or care. Had he a better head on his shoulders, he'd have said it anyway.

As it was, he set his staff on the ground and knelt down. He opened the indicated chest and rifled through it, grimacing every time he accidentally touched something with a strange label. He would need to wash his hands later. A lot. The candles were gotten with no ill effect, probably, and he stood once more to set them around and light them. Of all things, he could at least consider himself an excellent candle lighter.

At the end of it, he couldn't really say the mood changed or was enhanced in any form by the candles, but, well, he tried.

As per her second set of instructions, he crouches and briefly wonders what in the hell he's doing. He feels ridiculous with his arms up, and is fairly certain he's going to end up falling over.

"I can sing," he says. Sort of, is what he doesn't say. He'd only ever done hymns, and his voice had changed since then.

The Family Business

--villain

There are things that people seem to hate universally, and one of those things is being woken up by a complete stranger. To his credit, Shasi doesn’t fall from his seat or make any sort of high pitched noise, though he does breathe in harshly. His face flushes from the minor adrenaline imparted from that wake up call and he sits up straight, clutching his staff. Jia Li takes the moment as a chance to escape into the hole in his top and he pitches forward, trying to subtly get her out. She refuses to exit, and he refuses to embarrass himself further. He sits very still and looks up at the person who woke him.

He knows who this is… vaguely. He didn’t know her name, or he didn’t remember it. He’d spied her a few times, though he tries not to look at anyone more than once. She was simply too noticeable, the way her black hair contrasted against her white skin, and her red lips contrasted even further against that. And the fact that she was noisy, that stuck out in his mind as well.

When he actually bothers to register what she’s saying, he grimaces. A wizard? No, not quite. “What--” he starts, then remembers the promise of having the cursed blanket dropped on him. While he’s certain he could deal with having to breathe manually, he’d really just--rather not. And hadn’t he wanted something to do?

Though he hadn’t wanted anything to do with a spoilt little girl. He decides to just cut his losses. ‘Character building’, he reminds himself. Character building.

“I’m not a wizard,” he says, eyes narrowed in a way that he hopes is unwelcoming enough for her to perhaps move on (otherwise, he was out of luck). Despite his better interests, he continues. “And I don’t do spells. But since you didn’t actually give me a choice in the matter,” he didn’t consider a curse a choice, frankly, and his mother always told him to be diplomatic (as if!), “I will be your assistant. But don’t get upset when I can’t actually help you, because you brought it on yourself.”

Well, he assumed she would anyway, she seemed to have that sort of personality, but still, fair warnings. If it would break the monotony and probably not kill him, he didn’t have much to lose other than his dignity--which he didn’t have much left of in the first place.

The Family Business

--villain

Shasi had been one of the ones to stay behind, not confident enough in his abilities to not die to go crawling around in some dirty kobold den. Or nest. House, maybe. Whatever it was.

He didn't envy those who decided to go, but was starting to regret his inaction if only because he was bored out of his skull. In the two weeks he'd known his--companions, he'd been either bored, put out, or mildly disturbed. There was a plus in that he got his own entire floor, but a con in that he honestly had no clue what to do with it. He'd settled, so far, for absolutely nothing.

This was brief introspection as he sat outside the dungeon, awaiting the 'away team' as it were. Something about keeping watch. He considered the whole endeavor pointless, but was doing it anyway. His staff was propped against his side, and Jia Li was laying languidly on his shoulder. She seemed to be asleep, and he reached up and touched her smooth head. She was one familiar, comfortable thing, at least.

He could not recall exactly who had left and who had stayed, he'd only been present as they were walking out. And being that he was not actually inside of the dungeon, there was no telling, really.

He assumed that his companions wouldn't be back for some time and reclined, intent on taking a nap and trusting himself to wake up to a vision if anything unfortunate were to happen to him. In any case, if they were gone for longer than a day he was abandoning his post. He'd take warmth and a bed over the chills of night and an uncomfortable seat any day, and surely they could continue living without a 'welcome back' from him.

Something interesting, and not deadly, would have to crop up for him to do. At some point. Probably. With that in mind, he closed his eyes and relaxed.

The Family Business

For the villains side, I will be staying behind on this mission. Onto making a post... at some point. Hopefully soon-ish.

edit: Got a (terrible) first post out. Don't you love it when you mess up your code? Yeah... I sure do.

The Family Business

I feel like we should all share our time zones, just to make being on the same page (at the same time) easier.
I'm EDT.