Here are the original, separate, images for the Azaali. You can use these as a base for your RPC, if you need them.
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Here are the original, separate, images for the Azaali. You can use these as a base for your RPC, if you need them.
Yes, I apologize for the issue, but as it goes there won't be much to use for the Azaali, as I found the initial series of images, and the banner image from the artist who made them.
Your best option is to use one of the originals, and give a detailed description of the differences.
Also, be sure to keep the Azaali as to how they are, peace-loving, culturally strong, and traditionally set.
Your best option is to use one of the originals, and give a detailed description of the differences.
Also, be sure to keep the Azaali as to how they are, peace-loving, culturally strong, and traditionally set.
The air was crisp and salty to the smell and taste, the obvious luxury of the sea-side that would be lost to them very soon. R'Ornn was present on the docks, not far from this old man. He had taken his letter and met with the old man just moments ago, but R'Ornn wanted to soak up some of the docks more granted pleasantries.
"Light, clean air, the crisp breathing.. It will soon be forgotten to us. What should I do, Fa? Should I do it..? Should I really commit to this ideal I have? What about you Ma? How I wish you could tell me what I should do."
R'Ornn's thoughts paused a moment as he looked up to the sky, his tiny figure sitting on the edge of the docks and his small feet swaying high above the water. His rather large eyes gleamed with a shine as he scanned the sky and admired it's colors.
"I must do it.. We all know it. I can't second guess it, I have to do it for all of us. It isn't like we have much of a choice, it is this or nothing at all. But you know, I shouldn't let this weight on me right now, there is a long road ahead of me. Hey! Did you know they put that scitter-rat Fiers as a co-captain to the mission? FIERS!? Could you imagine him leading a fight? Bahahaha!"
R'Ornn swayed his feet powerfully and hopped up onto them as he stood on the edge of the dock, looking out over the water, before lifting his hand towards the sky like a dancer. His fingers were sprawled out like a fancy lady, his posture that of a fairy tale hero, and he brought his voice to that of a mockingly stereotypical suave human.
"Go! Slay them with your posture! Excite their bodies and end them fantastically! Mmmmyeaaaah! I have plundered more booty than a cleptomaniac Pirate captain! Look at my man-sword, it is so polished and longer than everyone elses! Mmmmmyeaaaaaah!"
R'Ornn instantly found himself rolling upon the damp wood of the dock as he imagined his own mockery. It was a sight to behold, and R'Ornn decided he would actually allow Fiers a single chance to lead, in the hopes that R'Ornn's expectations would be met by the self-centered Bard.
Several moments later R'Ornn regained his posture and his mind, finally giggling out the last of his laughter before gathering himself up off the docks and looking towards the old man that awaited him. R'Ornn had decided it was time, to saddle up for the matters at hand.
R'Ornn said nothing else, he held no real emotion in his face other than a logical look of dedication, but he did take a hand and bring it to his lips, whispering into his palm before casting the hand up and sending the whisper off on the winds out over the ocean. He then made his way to the old man, bowing softly to him before gently plopping down beside the elderly gentleman and looking up at him, and then back to the ocean silently. His mind the only thing speaking, with one last line for his parents.
"Light, clean air, the crisp breathing.. It will soon be forgotten to us. What should I do, Fa? Should I do it..? Should I really commit to this ideal I have? What about you Ma? How I wish you could tell me what I should do."
R'Ornn's thoughts paused a moment as he looked up to the sky, his tiny figure sitting on the edge of the docks and his small feet swaying high above the water. His rather large eyes gleamed with a shine as he scanned the sky and admired it's colors.
"I must do it.. We all know it. I can't second guess it, I have to do it for all of us. It isn't like we have much of a choice, it is this or nothing at all. But you know, I shouldn't let this weight on me right now, there is a long road ahead of me. Hey! Did you know they put that scitter-rat Fiers as a co-captain to the mission? FIERS!? Could you imagine him leading a fight? Bahahaha!"
R'Ornn swayed his feet powerfully and hopped up onto them as he stood on the edge of the dock, looking out over the water, before lifting his hand towards the sky like a dancer. His fingers were sprawled out like a fancy lady, his posture that of a fairy tale hero, and he brought his voice to that of a mockingly stereotypical suave human.
"Go! Slay them with your posture! Excite their bodies and end them fantastically! Mmmmyeaaaah! I have plundered more booty than a cleptomaniac Pirate captain! Look at my man-sword, it is so polished and longer than everyone elses! Mmmmmyeaaaaaah!"
R'Ornn instantly found himself rolling upon the damp wood of the dock as he imagined his own mockery. It was a sight to behold, and R'Ornn decided he would actually allow Fiers a single chance to lead, in the hopes that R'Ornn's expectations would be met by the self-centered Bard.
Several moments later R'Ornn regained his posture and his mind, finally giggling out the last of his laughter before gathering himself up off the docks and looking towards the old man that awaited him. R'Ornn had decided it was time, to saddle up for the matters at hand.
R'Ornn said nothing else, he held no real emotion in his face other than a logical look of dedication, but he did take a hand and bring it to his lips, whispering into his palm before casting the hand up and sending the whisper off on the winds out over the ocean. He then made his way to the old man, bowing softly to him before gently plopping down beside the elderly gentleman and looking up at him, and then back to the ocean silently. His mind the only thing speaking, with one last line for his parents.
"I will come back, for you Fa, and you Ma, and for all of us awaiting my success."
Ah, and? What decision have you come to?
Over-all, perhaps it would have been better to drop out during the Int Check? It clearly stated this was survival as well as normal space-drama type roleplay.
No, no. I never thought you were mad. XD I having a huge problem explaining myself right now. Smashes face to keyboard. So long as you don't think I am coming off as a dick and understand what I mean.
The only real thing is just making sure characters cover all the basics, as it is still a survival RP as well. I mean no ill will by what I said, I just don't want to make a Medic/Tamer Biologist Expert who wants nothing less than universal exploration, and fauna/flora studying and cataloguing, to be made pointless. That was my only point, and I only mean the best by it.
So far, I have an all clear for your character on my half. However, I would like to discuss one thing. The over all profession is just gathering knowledge. Any chance I could convince you to not have that interfere with my own characters quest for knowledge? As a biologist, and a leading mind of such, it would really be a knacker to have another character just go and do all my rpc's goals for him.
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