I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on lavendereyes.net, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old roleplayerguild.com! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction.
You can take a look at some of my saved characters here, if it interests you.
I also have a deviantart page, though I hardly ever update it.
Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat. -Loopy (aka. Lupus)
Imagening Akitsugu as a baby monkey was quite fun. Especially when I pullec up a pic of Shantae's monkey form and imagined that, but with red fur instead. xD
But yes, Aki is displaced at the moment, until Dragonydas and Remram catch up with his action so far.
Are any of you going to post today, or tomorrow? If so, I can hold off on my own GM post. But otherwise, I'll have to issue a warning to each of you, since none of you have contacted me via PM, or mentioned in the OOC, that you've been unable to post. That is, unless you post in like.... The next 5 hours from this post going up.
I HAS POSTED
I HAS ALSO FINISHED MOVING ACROSS COUNTRY (and should thus be more prompt with future replies)
TRIGGER WARNING - Parental abuse in the second paragraph.
"I can... assure you... m'lady..." Rinn panted through the bitter ache in joints he didnt even know he had. "My stamina... is far better suited... for other tasks." He might have even put a wink on the statement if he wasn't too tired to blink. When the rather fiery wife departed and the oxen husband stepped outside, the foppish bard let out a long, agonized groan while the wooden table left deep (and rather comical) furrows in his forehead. For the briefest moment, in the near-ruins of a long forgotten home, the charade slipped and Rinn was forced to wonder what the hell he was doing here at the edge of the world surrounded by a rag-tag bunch of strangers and outcasts. He wasn't a settler, certainly not a homesteader, yet his blasted feet had brought him all this way for... something?
"Your mother and I have given you EVERYTHING, you ungrateful worm!" Spittle flew from his fathers mouth as he struck him again, the ornate ring on his hand leaving a bloody gash on the side of the boy's face. "We ask only that you REPAY our kindness by marrying the youngest De'Torant and yet you have the AUDACITY to balk at such fortune!" Rinn looked up at his father from where he lay sprawled on the wooden floor. These had been the most words his father had spoken to him in neary 5 years yet the sheer magnitude of contempt in that cold gaze still managed to cut something deep inside. "You will do as I say or I will see you in the gutter by sundown, mark my words boy." For a moment, Rinn thought he might be struck again but his father simply turned back to the desk and waved a dismissive hand. "Now you will thank me for dedicating such efforts to you and then... you will get out of my sight."
Rinn replayed the memory for the umpteeth time, one delicate hand tracing the cheek where the wound had been. In his mind's eye he tried out a new reply, this time a string of colorful curses that exposed his father for the hypocrite that he was while drawing a rather apt comparison to the rear end of a boar. It was, of course, just a hollow fantasy as the words 'Thank you, father' still burned on his lips all these weeks later.
The couple swept back into the room and Rinn folded the memory back into the recesses of his mind. The box of dishware was safe and sound and a surely terrifying Sheryl had been narrowly avoided by the cowed husband whose honest and timid smile somehow made him even more attractive in comparison to his massive frame. A third individual nearly sprinted past, a human girl who appeared to be a few years younger than he was, and Rinn summoned what little energy he had and forced himself to only slightly-shaking feet. His brilliant smile betrayed not the hint of weariness or distress as he slung the vielle over his shoulder. "Your hospitality has been a ray of sunlight on a dreary day, but I'm afraid I simply must step out and stretch these aching muscles!" He walked quickly to the door and was out, taking only a moment to close his eyes and feel the sunlight on his face before speeding after the girl who was already several meters ahead. He came up beside her, narrowly ducking beneath the swinging pickaxe head as she seemed to observe the nearby structures. "Have you, by chance, found any clues as to what happened to the... previous residents of this fine village?"
Rinn's legs shook with each blow from the hand as he was forced slightly lower with each clap, though he somehow maintained his friendly smile while his teeth rattled in his skull. "O-of course, good ser." He finally managed to squeak as Daryl wrapped him around the shoulders and practically carried him outside like he had the barrel of tools just minutes ago. "Y-You're lovely wife-" the bard said as Daryl set him down and began pulling things from the cart bed seemingly at random. "How- *oof* -did you- *uff* -meet?" The 'small' bags were piled into his arms like he was a packhorse and it took all his strength and will just to make his words intelligable as he turned and began inching back towards the house. "Quite... a ways... to go... for a home?"
Despite Rinn's fopish appearance, he was in relatively good shape but just two trips with Daryl had him dripping sweat and breathing heavily. Not a drop of sweat stained the other man's head, however, even after carrying the brunt of the materials and his delightfully cheery attitude never wavered. Sharyl, for her credit, never ceased in her own work and every time Rinn came back into the house another blanket was well on its way to completion.
On the fifth trip, just before Rinn's body gave out to exhaustion, he was finally allowed to fall into an old chair that thankfully held despite creaking ominously. He slumped forward onto the table, his sweat-covered cheek picking up more than a little dust, though he was too tired to care. Within an instant Sheryl had a cup of tea set before him. "Thank... you..." Was all he managed to choke out.
Another stunning beauty was at Rinn’s side in a moment and he nearly blushed at the way she took charge, guiding him through the square. “My lady, you speak only the truth as I see it and I would, of course, be honored to aid you with any task you might desire.” Rinn flashed her a brilliant, ernest, smile. “I do so wonder what stories YOU will create in this land of opportunity!” Before he was passed off again! It was, of course, not unexpected to be the most popular person in any space.
He simply had that effect on people.
“I am at your service, my lady, though I’m afraid I can weave a tale only half as well as you weave a blanket.” He marveled a moment at her current project and the way her fingers flew through the work with nary an instant of hesitation. “Many a heart kept warm by her touch, shared through-“ He stopped suddenly as Deryl entered the room, large muscles bulging beneath his tight shirt as they strained beneath of a crate full of metal tools. “This village has done nothing but amaze.” He said softly, mind already spinning through a rather raunchy limerick about a blacksmith who could handle every tool.
“Good ser,” He began with a slight bow, looking to both Sheryl and Deryl, where his eyes lingered a bit longer. Absently, his fingers flicked lightly at the strings of his instrument in a relaxing improvised melody. “I am Rinn Arniman, teller of tales and seeker of stories. It seems we’re to be neighbors in this endeavor! How might I assist you and this burgeoning community?”
“I will now perform my best number!” *brings bow to string just as the floor beneath just MacKinnon’s chair gives him out and they plummet into the secret underground tunnels beneath the town.*
... I think Remram just became my favorite. "Tie him into pretzel-knots." Now there's a line I'm gonna hafta remember for future use. XD
Poor bard... He's getting the typical bard-reception... In that nobody will love him... :P
Ha! Like he would expect to be loved by people he only just met. He’s only given them one performance, after all, and true love usually comes around song number three.
The fine resin bow continued to glide effortlessly across the strings as Rinn regarded the young elf with delight, like playing was more of a reflex than a conscious action. “Myrr the Alchemist!” He said in wonder as he finished the song with a flourish, one tip of the bow poking between his teeth as his mind spun through potential lyrics. “With eyes of emerald and skin as fair as a spring morning, her love potions are sure to steal your heart with a single sip!”
A dwarf suddenly appeared between them, causing the young noble to blink in surprise. The stout figure was speaking quickly and when he finished Rinn’s face broke into a broader grin. “A dwarf as well!” He said brightly, clapping the fellow on the shoulder, the bow still held between his fingers and now dangling behind the dwarf’s ear. He clearly had not listened to Brom’s words… “A dwarf, an elf, and a bard walk into a village… a joke in the making!” Rinn laughed, the brim of his hat bouncing along with his curly brown locks, before stopping suddenly, serious. “Or perhaps an epic tale… against all odds, surviving and thriving where others could not! There will be much to be remembered here, my friends!” Twisting around, he put his other hand, still clutching the vielle, over Myrr’s shoulder. “I will be sure to take it all down so that I might do justice to your accomplishments!”
His topaz eyes blinked. “Well… to-be accomplishments, as it were!”
Releasing them both, he walked a pace when another of the gathered group called out. The handsome fellow in the quite intriguing garb of unknown origin asked about weapons. “Oh, I am more than capable of dealing with a rapscallion who would threaten us!” He said, turning to present the surprisingly plain hilt of his rapier, with its curved steel hand-guard and leather-wrapped grip. One of the few pieces he wore without a clear purpose of eye-catching extravagance. “Though monsters… Monsters! What might we find from the old tales in every bard’s repertoire? Wyverns? Ogres? A cockatrice?! The young heroes felling a beast on their first day would make a fine opening verse!”
Rinn gimmaced again at the brat's 'bird-man' comment, one eye twitching as she turned her jam-stained cheeks toward him and presented her bright red tongue. He stuck his right back at her, hands grabbing the side of his face to make the most childlike insulting face he could muster to which she responded ten-fold. They went back and forth like this for several moments as the old man talked, completely oblivious to the psychological war going on behind his back. The bard was seriously considering giving her a lesson in not-so-nice language when he turned back and presented the bag.
"O-oh!" Rinn muttered, slightly confused but the pain in his stomach silenced any further questions. He took the sack hesitantly, almost as if expecting some sort of trick, but the man just kept on with his friendly old-man smile. "Thank... you." A hand reached in and came back with a loaf of sourdough, still soft as if it had come out of the oven only that morning. Rinn's eyes sparkled as he marveled at it, delighted at the way the bread pulled apart in his fingers. The taste brought a tear to his eye as he swallowed his first bite before devouring the rest like a starving wolf at a fresh kill.
"Good sir!" He shouted, getting to his feet so quickly it caused Wilma to squeek in shock. "You have saved my life this day! I vow to repay your kindness ten- no a HUNDRED fold in the days to come!" The wide-brimmed hat came down and he bowed low before straightening with a hand held aloft as if commanding an army of ten-thousand knights despite the crumbs still speckling his cheeks. "A HUNDRED FOLD!"
"He broken, grampy..." Wilma said in a poor attempt at a whisper.
With a belly full of bread, Rinn let the girl's comment slide as he drew the vielle from his back, one wrist flicking the bow from its leather holster and drawing a soft note across the 4 strings. His topaz eyes looked over the other folks still present in the square. "My name is Rinn Arniman and I hope to serve you fine people the most extraordinary entertainment in this beautifu- this charming- this-..." The words faltered as he shifted his gaze to the surrounding dilapidated buildings just as some rotted beam finally gave up the ghost and a portion of nearby roof collapsed inward with a crash. "this village."
Rinn's fine boots clicked as he stepped across the wagon bed, the bow of the vielle moving in time as the squat, wooden instrument
. The notes were clear and pure, cutting through the air like a warm knife through butter. He stepped down gracefully, without breaking his stride and as he settled on the dirt the sound reached a peak and hung with heart-stopping anticipation. His eyes sparkled as he felt the tension pull his own heart strings. The bow began to dance, calling forth a tune remeniscent of spring, of love, of unwavering hope in a brighter future. Anyone who listened might find their weariness lifted, if just a little, and their steps a bit lighter. Rinn's entire body moved with the music as if the notes themselves came from his very bones and for a brief moment his eyes closed as he lost himself completely in the sound echoing through the old village.
It was only a moment as he drifted across the square, deftly skirting the elf woman and her collection of tools as well as the crumbling well where she worked, but then Rinn's bright eyes found a petite golden-haired elf just off to the side, her delicate hands clutching the worn bindings of a much-loved book, and his course shifted. The vielle continued to sing, though the volume softened considerably as he sidled up beside her. "The beauty of the elves is like the finest painting of a master." Rinn's tenor voice purred as he tipped his head politely though his eyes never left hers. "Truly you are the inspiration for many a fine song and poem, my lady. Might a humble bard know your name?"
Hello there,
I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on lavendereyes.net, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old roleplayerguild.com! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction.
You can take a look at some of my saved characters [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/115-lupusintus-character-datasphere/ooc]here[/url], if it interests you.
I also have a [url=http://lupusintus.deviantart.com/]deviantart[/url] page, though I hardly ever update it.
Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat.
-Loopy (aka. Lupus)
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello there,<br><br>I've been forum RPing for about 13 years; got started on <a href="http://lavendereyes.net" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">lavendereyes.net</a>, which was a Forgotten Realms/Drizzt Do'Urden fansite, before moving to the old <a href="http://roleplayerguild.com">roleplayerguild.com</a>! I've also dabbled in RPing in a few MMO's like Champions Online, SWTOR, and WoW but forum adventures are definitely my preference. I like just about any kind of RP in high-casual and advanced, based on whatever mood I'm feeling (typically high-fantasy, sci-fi, and/or certain fandoms). I love writing and do think of RPing as a way to develop my character and scene writing skills, which basically means I'm always looking for realistic and fluid ways for my characters to learn, grow, and develop over the course of an adventure. I don't ship my characters but do occasionally allow them to fall into a relationship, if they are naturally guided in that direction. <br><br>You can take a look at some of my saved characters <a href="http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/115-lupusintus-character-datasphere/ooc">here</a>, if it interests you.<br><br>I also have a <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="http://lupusintus.deviantart.com/">deviantart</a> page, though I hardly ever update it.<br><br>Thanks for reading! I'm always up for a good chat.<br>-Loopy (aka. Lupus)</div>
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