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Hi. I'm Matt. You could say I'm a Case of Identity...
1. The Important Stuff: Faith and salvation
I am a Christian. I believe the KJV Bible and that God is real, Jesus died for me, Jesus rose again and offered salvation to the world. Heaven is real, Hell is hot and the only escape is Christ. I accepted salvation the only way you can: by admitting I was a sinner (and I still am), believing that Jesus died for me and rose again, and calling on Him to save me. Anyone can do it anytime and be granted eternal life.
"Matt, why are you saying all of this?" you ask.
Because last time I was here, I did a crap job of establishing that and just tried to 'fit in.' I'm going to add a little more of this to my characters and to my signature, because it's the right thing to do and because there's freedom on these kinds of sites. Not to an extent that interrupts/derails the story, though. Your game, your rules.
2. The Actual Bio:
Hi guys. I'm Matthias Emmanuel Angel, I'm 24, and this is where I spend time when I'm not doing other things (church, homework, studying, video games).
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What I like:
-Landscape Management (my major)
-Guitar (over a decade of experience and not much to show for it)
-PC Games (gave up on Xbox, no regrets)
-RPGs (I play them too often though)
-Water instead of soda (oooo look at how healthy I am)
-Google SketchUp (awesome 3D models, free download)
-The number 23 (it's the best number)
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What I don't like:
-Profanity (especially when it's just filler in comedy)
-Lewd content and porn (and anyone bragging about it)
-Gory movies (how are they going to get butchered this time?)
-Jerks (you aren't a jerk, are you?)
-Insects (kill them all)
-Dying in video games (and forgetting to save)
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I realize, of course, that this site doesn't have limits on profanity of lewd content. No worries. I'll work around it, and won't join up with RPs rated 18+. If you feel like it will be a problem, let me know BEFORE the RP starts.
3. Other Internet Presence:
You can find me in a couple other places.
Armor Games: MattEmAngel
Steam: club_blizzy
...and Comments here, of course.
See you in another world.
-Matt
1. The Important Stuff: Faith and salvation
I am a Christian. I believe the KJV Bible and that God is real, Jesus died for me, Jesus rose again and offered salvation to the world. Heaven is real, Hell is hot and the only escape is Christ. I accepted salvation the only way you can: by admitting I was a sinner (and I still am), believing that Jesus died for me and rose again, and calling on Him to save me. Anyone can do it anytime and be granted eternal life.
"Matt, why are you saying all of this?" you ask.
Because last time I was here, I did a crap job of establishing that and just tried to 'fit in.' I'm going to add a little more of this to my characters and to my signature, because it's the right thing to do and because there's freedom on these kinds of sites. Not to an extent that interrupts/derails the story, though. Your game, your rules.
2. The Actual Bio:
Hi guys. I'm Matthias Emmanuel Angel, I'm 24, and this is where I spend time when I'm not doing other things (church, homework, studying, video games).
///
What I like:
-Landscape Management (my major)
-Guitar (over a decade of experience and not much to show for it)
-PC Games (gave up on Xbox, no regrets)
-RPGs (I play them too often though)
-Water instead of soda (oooo look at how healthy I am)
-Google SketchUp (awesome 3D models, free download)
-The number 23 (it's the best number)
///
What I don't like:
-Profanity (especially when it's just filler in comedy)
-Lewd content and porn (and anyone bragging about it)
-Gory movies (how are they going to get butchered this time?)
-Jerks (you aren't a jerk, are you?)
-Insects (kill them all)
-Dying in video games (and forgetting to save)
///
I realize, of course, that this site doesn't have limits on profanity of lewd content. No worries. I'll work around it, and won't join up with RPs rated 18+. If you feel like it will be a problem, let me know BEFORE the RP starts.
3. Other Internet Presence:
You can find me in a couple other places.
Armor Games: MattEmAngel
Steam: club_blizzy
...and Comments here, of course.
See you in another world.
-Matt
Most Recent Posts
I'm not sure how to customize the sword physically for upgrades, but I have a basic idea for modifications that match the armaments. I'm planning to avoid elemental attacks completely and focus exclusively on pure physical damage output.
Jump: Increases the reach of the sword by creating a wave that extends past the blade and follows it.
Attack: Makes the sword much wider and twice as strong. It creates small shock waves on impact with another surface, briefly unbalancing opponents.
Negate: Creates a smaller shield (with the standard Negate properties) attached to Amie's off hand, allowing for sword-and-shield combat rather than defense exclusively.
Evade: Allows the sword to move faster than the human eye can see, allowing for rapid, almost invisible strikes.
I'm not sure about the Evade one, it sounds kind of lame, but what kind of benefit can you give a weapon in regard to dodging/escaping a fight?
Jump: Increases the reach of the sword by creating a wave that extends past the blade and follows it.
Attack: Makes the sword much wider and twice as strong. It creates small shock waves on impact with another surface, briefly unbalancing opponents.
Negate: Creates a smaller shield (with the standard Negate properties) attached to Amie's off hand, allowing for sword-and-shield combat rather than defense exclusively.
Evade: Allows the sword to move faster than the human eye can see, allowing for rapid, almost invisible strikes.
I'm not sure about the Evade one, it sounds kind of lame, but what kind of benefit can you give a weapon in regard to dodging/escaping a fight?
@Valor It's certainly an interesting standoff.
@Valor Would Amie have to Ashley with a blade made of silver to hurt her, as the traditional werewolf weakness is?
@BlessedWrath Thanks.
Good to go! I've adopted an uppity vocabulary/manner of speech for Jane and Winters, which should make conversations interesting. Amie will probably switch to a more natural tone when she's away from Winters, who needs a first name.
Any suggestions for a first name for an English assistant/manservant with the surname Winters? I was thinking Nathaniel, Alexander, Sebastian, or something formal-sounding.
Any suggestions for a first name for an English assistant/manservant with the surname Winters? I was thinking Nathaniel, Alexander, Sebastian, or something formal-sounding.
"We haven't taken a wrong turn, have we?..." Winters muttered to himself as he eased the BMW onto the unpolished gravel road. "The navigator says we're on course, but it's been wrong before."
"I believe we're on track, Winters. The mountain range in the distance closely resembles the one from the invitation," the woman beside him responded, pointing a gloved finger at the long ridge filling the horizon. "Please stop worrying."
"Of course, Lady Jane. My apologies, Lady Jane," he responded quickly, avoiding eye contact. It was a matter of professionalism to never look directly at nobility, and the woman he was escorting was certainly that. Everything about her, from her tall, trim posture to the beautiful golden coat of arms emblazoned on the back of her hunter green jacket, commanded respect, but a baroness should expect nothing less.
"Are you wearing your sidearm, Winters?" she asked, scanning the horizon for their destination. He tapped the side of his coat with a hand in response, confirming her suspicion.
"Did I not ask you to leave it behind?"
The assistant winced. "The royal family insisted, Lady Jane."
"Hmph," Amie huffed, scowling. "I expect you to keep it both out of sight and mind. This is a diplomatic affair, but more than that it is a natural retreat. I would prefer to not present ourselves as a threat, if you please."
"Permission to speak my mind, Lady Jane?" the assistant asked crisply, though Amie detected a hint of fear in his voice.
"Granted," she replied, glancing at him.
"Perhaps if you do not wish to pose a threat, you should not wear a sword by your side, Lady Jane," Winters replied, referring to the razor-sharp longsword sheathed with a thick leather belt behind her seat. Amie was the only member of her household to carry a weapon openly. She had refused immediately to having a bodyguard accompanying her, and after a considerable amount of bickering she convinced her parents to let her arm herself, on the terms that she wield a 'noble weapon.' In other words, an old weapon. Gold and steel, not black and composite plastic. She settled on the English twoedged longsword eleven years ago and it had not left her side since.
A long pause followed the suggestion. Winters was right, of course, but the Jane household does not take orders from anyone outside their bloodline, so Winters was wrong. He was always wrong, and yet he never let it stop him from voicing his thoughts (with permission granted), something Amie was secretly grateful for. Unlike her elders, Amie never saw herself as any better than anyone else, and any opinion was better than no opinion. Still, she was expected to act the part, and she settled for a peaceful middle ground:
"That will be all, Winters."
"As you wish, Lady Jane-oof!" Winters grunted. The gravel had devolved into an uneven hard dirt track. "Goodness, this is unlike any place we have been ambassadors to. I will have to clean the car."
"Come now, Winters, chin up! A change of pace may do us well," the baroness responded cheerfully. She was far more excited about the prospect of untainted wilderness than she let on.
Winters raised an eyebrow as the lodge came into view. It looked nothing like the luxury he was accustomed to, which lead to a certain degree of dread about the days to come, and he could only hope her ladyship was correct.
"I believe we're on track, Winters. The mountain range in the distance closely resembles the one from the invitation," the woman beside him responded, pointing a gloved finger at the long ridge filling the horizon. "Please stop worrying."
"Of course, Lady Jane. My apologies, Lady Jane," he responded quickly, avoiding eye contact. It was a matter of professionalism to never look directly at nobility, and the woman he was escorting was certainly that. Everything about her, from her tall, trim posture to the beautiful golden coat of arms emblazoned on the back of her hunter green jacket, commanded respect, but a baroness should expect nothing less.
"Are you wearing your sidearm, Winters?" she asked, scanning the horizon for their destination. He tapped the side of his coat with a hand in response, confirming her suspicion.
"Did I not ask you to leave it behind?"
The assistant winced. "The royal family insisted, Lady Jane."
"Hmph," Amie huffed, scowling. "I expect you to keep it both out of sight and mind. This is a diplomatic affair, but more than that it is a natural retreat. I would prefer to not present ourselves as a threat, if you please."
"Permission to speak my mind, Lady Jane?" the assistant asked crisply, though Amie detected a hint of fear in his voice.
"Granted," she replied, glancing at him.
"Perhaps if you do not wish to pose a threat, you should not wear a sword by your side, Lady Jane," Winters replied, referring to the razor-sharp longsword sheathed with a thick leather belt behind her seat. Amie was the only member of her household to carry a weapon openly. She had refused immediately to having a bodyguard accompanying her, and after a considerable amount of bickering she convinced her parents to let her arm herself, on the terms that she wield a 'noble weapon.' In other words, an old weapon. Gold and steel, not black and composite plastic. She settled on the English twoedged longsword eleven years ago and it had not left her side since.
A long pause followed the suggestion. Winters was right, of course, but the Jane household does not take orders from anyone outside their bloodline, so Winters was wrong. He was always wrong, and yet he never let it stop him from voicing his thoughts (with permission granted), something Amie was secretly grateful for. Unlike her elders, Amie never saw herself as any better than anyone else, and any opinion was better than no opinion. Still, she was expected to act the part, and she settled for a peaceful middle ground:
"That will be all, Winters."
"As you wish, Lady Jane-oof!" Winters grunted. The gravel had devolved into an uneven hard dirt track. "Goodness, this is unlike any place we have been ambassadors to. I will have to clean the car."
"Come now, Winters, chin up! A change of pace may do us well," the baroness responded cheerfully. She was far more excited about the prospect of untainted wilderness than she let on.
Winters raised an eyebrow as the lodge came into view. It looked nothing like the luxury he was accustomed to, which lead to a certain degree of dread about the days to come, and he could only hope her ladyship was correct.
An artist here made a phenomenal drawing of Amie in color on commission. I'll post it later on. The commission thread is still open in the Gallery, FYI. If you know any talented artists on this site, let them know.
Bump?
@Raijinslayer I was observing that your character looks very similar to another character. Even the hairstyle is similar.
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