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Current I read the status bar to laugh and feel old!
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4 yrs ago
Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
4 yrs ago
People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
4 yrs ago
Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beber in it.
4 yrs ago
Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beyer in it!

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Name: Andrew Whitwood
Title: Baron
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Half-elf
Class: Rouge

Physical Appearance
Andrew dresses differently based on the role he is trying play. From street rat to minor noble. He likes to wear bright and colorful clothing. When he can. He is tall with black hair and brown eyes. He is very human looking with a enough elf to make him look exotic.

Personality
Andrew can be very charming and manipulative. He is driven by the desire to reclaim his family’s land and title. He is a cheater at games of chance. He would slap you on the back and steel your wallet. He is constantly measuring the odds of any action he takes.

Motivation
Is driven by the desire to reclaim his title, which he believes would only occur through assassinating his younger step-brother who is a full elf. He was easily lead to this cause as it to would hurt his dear step-brother. The ability to learn more magic and the darker arts needed for his roguish ways appeal to him.

History
Born in an elven Barony. A child born of an elf father and a human mother. His mother died when he was young. His father remarried, well bedded an elven serving girl who bore his step brother. To his shock, he became the bastard son. Once Titled, educated, and discharged like a watermelon seed is spited out. He found himself wandering with his things.

In a larger training community, he found his new calling. He learned from “team” the art of the con. An old bard taught him to put on different faces through makeup and wigs, and to act and watch. He learned to tell a joke and be a clown, singing was not his gift. From the rouge he learned to forge, to work the person up to maximize the take, and the routine thieving skills that are needed. He was good at forging.

He hated to wear the dresses they put him in. Shaving his arms, chest and back.

Equipment
- Elven leather armor.
- Thieves tools (masterwork)
- elven dagger and short sword.
- forgery supplies with paper from different places.
- a donkey with saddle bags with disguises.
- Good common clothes.

Strengths
Disarming charm and manors
Fast of hand
Acting
Knife throwing
moderate
Sword play
Bowery
Weakness
Not a tank
Not a magic user yet
Will negotiate and try to Bargain first. (Normally takes the first hit)

Relationship
His younger step brother - Luvon
Fitz Greenbuck - old guild master and drinking buddy.


Name: Andrew Whitwood
Title: Baron
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Half-elf
Class: Rouge

Physical Appearance
Andrew dresses differently based on the role he is trying play. From street rat to minor noble. He likes to wear bright and colorful clothing. When he can. He is tall with black hair and brown eyes. He is very human looking with a enough elf to make him look exotic.

Personality
Andrew can be very charming and manipulative. He is driven by the desire to reclaim his family’s land and title. He is a cheater at games of chance. He would slap you on the back and steel your wallet. He is constantly measuring the odds of any action he takes.

Motivation
Is driven by the desire to reclaim his title, which he believes would only occur through assassinating his younger step-brother who is a full elf. He was easily lead to this cause as it to would hurt his dear step-brother. The ability to learn more magic and the darker arts needed for his roguish ways appeal to him.

History
Born in an elven Barony. A child born of an elf father and a human mother. His mother died when he was young. His father remarried, well bedded an elven serving girl who bore his step brother. To his shock, he became the bastard son. Once Titled, educated, and discharged like a watermelon seed is spited out. He found himself wandering with his things.

In a larger training community, he found his new calling. He learned from “team” the art of the con. An old bard taught him to put on different faces through makeup and wigs, and to act and watch. He learned to tell a joke and be a clown, singing was not his gift. From the rouge he learned to forge, to work the person up to maximize the take, and the routine thieving skills that are needed. He was good at forging.

He hated to wear the dresses they put him in. Shaving his arms, chest and back.

Equipment
- Elven leather armor.
- Thieves tools (masterwork)
- elven dagger and short sword.
- forgery supplies with paper from different places.
- a donkey with saddle bags with disguises.
- Good common clothes.

Strengths
Disarming charm and manors
Fast of hand
Acting
Knife throwing
moderate
Sword play
Bowery
Weakness
Not a tank
Not a magic user yet
Will negotiate and try to Bargain first. (Normally takes the first hit)

Relationship
None
Changed to deception. The master doc is off for that.
Did the back story work better?
K. Requested that it be moved
Could the post 4930344 be moved from the character thread to the occ thread?

Please disregard!!
Name: Addi Jussila
Age: 22
Nationality: Finnish - Saami
Languages: Icelandic, Finnish
Height: 183cm
Are they Immune?: No

Profession: Merchant
Attributes:
Strength -2
Charisma 3
Dexterity 0
Constitution -1
Wisdom 3
Intelligence 1

Skill
Finnish magic (Wisdom)
Deception (Charisma)
Persuasion (Charisma)

Appearance:
Personality: Addi has a very Finnish personality. She is very approachable and likes people, but not in large crows or in small spaces (unless the space is a Sauna). She just doesn't get (externally) excited about a lot of things, when she does she can have a fiery temper.
She is stubbornly determined and resourceful. Sisu demands she does her best without drawing much attention to herself. When making a deal, she will always look for the best option, giving preference to the needs of the group.
She enjoys music. She believes that it is at the root of her magical abilities (like a spell focus).
When she takes you as a friend, she means it and stay's loyal.
Addi is superstitious.

Present Circumstances: Addi is trying to help her home community to protect itself and prosper.
Theme Song: Theme

Midsummer's Eve


Midsummer’s Eve is a wonderful time in Scandinavia. It is a time of celebration, a time for family, and some fun. Earlier in the day at the church, some of the children were confirmed in their faith. Not many any more but some family cling to the faith, out of stubborn determination. The rest of the world may have turned back to the old ways, but stubbornly they would cling to it is the Finnish way. Though many of them would not be back to the church till they were to marry, have children baptized, or for a funeral. With Trolls around and the threat of the Rash, Addi though everyone would be praying at some point. She didn’t see the need to go sit in a building to do that. Around the village, there were parties with herring, salted fish, fresh berries, and other sweet treats. The spring had been good and they had managed to protect much of the crops and wild berries. So they would celebrate. When the rash hit, her family fled south to a relative’s summer cottage and this is where they settled. The little community thrives due to the resources needed of the larger settlements. Things like wood, scrap metal, crops, animals, and black market goods (talismans, books, and weapons) are always in demand and pay well.

Addi smiled as she passed her little sister Liljá. Lilljá had started to bread cats for the community and for the trainers. Addi had jokingly called her a crazy cat girl. Addi wasn’t a big fan of cats. But her sister’s cats liked her and Addi knew the necessity of their protection.

As she stopped in her walk at the village center, she greeted people and smiled at pot of coffee was roasting on the fire. Coffee was near priceless as the areas that grew it had been lost in the rash. She had managed to make a couple connections and they had smuggled in. The elders would upset if they knew how much that cost. With a cup in her hand, the contents as thick as road tar. She continued on. She had even got ice cream, a treat hard to come by at Midsummer when you do not have electricity. The ice cream had to be crated and packed in ice. But it was freshly made with raspberries and strawberries. She had enjoyed herself, having two bowls of it with the hot coffee. Happily leaving both for a little girl to clean up, getting a nod of appreciation for the sweets as approval.

Years ago, after the celebration, a girl would have been out in the meadows picking flowers for her hair and making sure she had nine wildflowers for under her pillow. The telling states that a girl who does this will dream of the man she would marry. Addi smiled as the girls picked wild flowers around the island. It was a good dream to believe in. Her love had died at the hands of a troll. She still dreams of him at Midsummer’s Eve, along with the wild and vivid dreams of the spirits that filled the place. She, like her mother, was shamanic in her thinking. Spirits were everywhere, the woods, water, air, and trees. She had grown fond of the spirits. Some spirits were helpful – helping protect the crops, some were slow – like the rock spirits, others were playful like the water or flighty like the air.

Addi wore no flowers in her hair. She tugged her red scarf over the red outfit she wore with colorful blue and gold braids and round buttons. She had soft deer hide leather boots lined with fur. Her first deer bone knife was on her belt under her cloak at her side and a modern knife was tucked into her boot. She continued to walk out of the village towards edge of the woods to the comments of a couple of her peers, with their children being carried in their arms. She ignored them. She too would have had a child if her love hadn’t died protecting the village. She walked carrying a wood flute and a kantele in a pack to one of the islands docks where she got into a small row boat with a couple boys who rowed her to mainland. As they went about scavenging and playing, she walked to a birch grove and sat down to make music.

One of the things that Addi enjoys, almost to the point of taking pride in, is singing and playing music. She had been learning to pluck the strings since she was a little child learning from her grandmother, mother, aunts and music teachers. But she didn’t sing or play music for anyone’s praise, she hated the attention. The music was her way to channel the magic, call the spirits, or think. It was how she paid her respects to the spirits of the woods, her ancestors, and to Elias the young man who had loved her and died saving her and the village.

She sat down and played, no words were needed. The magic would help, but she wondered if Mielikki could heal a broken heart. When she saw the bear sow enter the grove, she sat still continuing to pluck the strings. ”Nalle neitoseni,” she cooed then gently sung of how the bears cubs would play in the grove and catch fish in waters of the streams. She would be the mother and Addi would be the god mother for her cubs when they came.

As the young men started to call for her so they could go back, she rose and thanked the spirits and headed back.

Leaving the island


A time later, the elders decided to send Addi out. People had come with the traders looking for people to go on an adventure one that could be profitable. Addi being single, was chosen to be sent out. When she was told, the elders said that she had a good head on her shoulders knew what needed to be done. So, she did her duty. She packed the little bit of stuff she had. Some basic tools and boarded a boat. She waited till she was out of sight to cry a little, knowing she might not come back.
Tried to keep the story like open..
Cilla headed for Snow’s sanctuary, the night had brought rain which meant that her clothes were damp, cold, and clingy which drew unwanted eyes with unhealthy thoughts. She knew that she should be safe and warm at Moon’s. Maybe even get some warm food. Street rats, like herself, needed someone watching out from the Jon’s and thugs.

Snow had a reputation that he wasn’t to be messed with. Cilia had dropped his name in a couple tight spots mentioning that he was waiting for her. She had been able to escape. She liked to think of being under his protection, but she wasn’t sure. She had brought things to the church, some interesting curiosities and money, when she had it. Today, she came with a bag full of items, that she hope Moon could help her sort as being of value and not.

She noticed Fergus as he was putting the trail mix, in his mouth. She nodded then looked down trying to be invisible. She knew he was trouble by the man’s shoes, expensive and shiny. She crossed the street quickly and entered calling for Snow. “Trouble is coming to your door! Right now!” She nearly shouted. In her life experience, people in expensive shoes always brought bad news. She was hoping someday to experience something different. But, she was playing the odds.
”Well met, Vergu. I am Orin.” The halfling worked like a tug gently pushing barges down the road and away from the slaver market. Till he noticed an in that actually had potted plants in window boxes. ”Sire, two men are still following us,” Orin said calmly as he gestured to the inn. The thought of a meal and a pint made his stomach growl. Orin whispers, ”I think they are worried you are just going to free us when you got out of sight.”
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