Mictlan93
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STATUS: Anybody wanna read a sloppily planned YA fantasy about a demigod that discovers the concept of love and family in a world that literally bends over to hate him? No? Yeah, me neither ;_; 4 yrs ago
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Anybody wanna read a sloppily planned YA fantasy about a demigod that discovers the concept of love and family in a world that literally bends over to hate him? No? Yeah, me neither ;_;
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Yuuuuuup, definitely back in.
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Oh, and D&D.
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...Think I’m getting back into RPing now!
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Would probably get back into RPing if I wasn't writing my own stuff. And working.
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A 30 yr. old Engineering graduate named Phil carves out his own piece of the pie in his home of N.C. while dodging babysitting, anxiety attacks, and the lows n' very lows of the industrial manufacturing industry.
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With that simple quip, Lammy's uncertainties were lifted from his shoulders. He gave an quiet, yet appreciative chortle at Lily's ribbing, and used it to move away from the thoughts of putting a man down in cold blood. As he had realized she had just introduced herself to him, he only felt best to return the favor. "Well then, i'm Lamont. Or Lammy." Not once did he think that she might've heard him when he introduced himself earlier. Accidental redundancy was a trait of his. Opinions on the condition of the roads came into question, and the druid only felt he should insert his two cents into the subject. "Didn't have to deal with the roads. I flew here." He stated quite plainly, wondering if anyone (other than the bear, probably) saw him transform.
Sheeva looked on as she was addressed by Lily's horse. It's speech may've been hasty and clumsy (and would no doubt grow in annoyance as time would pass), but there were at least one thing the two animals could agree on. "CAHW! (_I'm hungry as well. Lammy, we should find food soon._)" She chirped, and ruffled her wings. "Alright, we will. Just sit tight for now, okay?" He replied.
"SQUAW! (_Hear hear!_)" Sheeva agreed with the lady paladin, with a quick flap of her wings for added support. If someone would've given the word in that brief moment, she would've took off right for the guy. "Now now Sheev, no need to be out for blood just yet." Lamont calmed her to the best of his ability. "But yeah, I agree. I mean, the guy didn't outright attack us, which is why I doubted Sheeva. But if he is truly undead...then...well..." He overlooked the options. He honestly didn't feel prepared to take a life so maliciously. But, choices had to be made. "...Yeah. I'm with you, Lady Paladin. If it has to be done...if we have to fight, then i'll fight." He replied with hesitation.
Between the paladin's panicked dismissal, and the halfling's stinging question, Lamont found himself a little stuck in disbelief as the group began moving closer to land. "Y-yeah...uh...Amaya...was away on another job...And our mom...basically kicked me out so I could do this job..." He was basically mumbling this to Korick's back, as he was already far off the pier. His hesitant rebuttal was dripping with disappointment. Sheeva, meanwhile, kept an hawkeyed glare on the knight practically running from the docks.
"SCREEEEAW! (_That man was clearly not alive! How did you not smell that?!_)" She screeched, breaking Lammy from his lamenting. "I caught the smell, I just didn't think...I mean, he wasn't lunging for anyone's throats...I figured maybe he had fought some zombies before meeting us!" He sheepishly replied as he made his trudge of shame back to the shore.
Seemed Sheeva wasn't just being paranoid, as Lammy could overhear the female knight expressing her own suspicions about the fellow. "Y'think so? Sheev said the guy might be an undead. But that can't be right...can it?" He queried, his expression equal parts unsure and uneasy.
Up above, a pair of hawks circled the beach, soaring along the coast of the river. Seemed like there was a congregation accumulating around one of the disheveled docks. One of the hawks gave silent consideration towards the developing predicament.
_"Well, the letter said to meet him here...or, I think it's here...right? There's some docks...and that **looks** like a lake, soooo..."_ As high up as he was, his hawk-eyed vision gave him clear sight of the many faces occupying the location, conversing amongst themselves. Also, there was a bear. By this point, the hawk felt the need to see what all the hubbub was about, especially if he was to meet up with his employer here. "SQUAAW! (_Let's dive!_)" The hawk cried before descending, with the other hawk following suit.
Soon he landed, coming up beside the bear. One hawk slowly began changing form, morphing through a blob of light into something a little more anthropomorphic. As his posture straightened, and feathers faded, the end result resembled something closer to a dirty hobo than a majestic bird of prey. As Lamont took on his human form, the other hawk took perch on one of his shoulders. He approached the dormant bear. "You're a big girl, aren't ya?" He cooed and he bent to scratch behind the bear's ears before proceeding down the dock.
There was a distinct aroma filling the air as he walked, something other than the smell of sea salt. A decrepit, despicable stench, one that put Lamont and Sheeva at unease. A ready hand tightened around his quarterstaff. He approached the group of various characters, taking note of the only one sitting down and smoking. Sheeva gave short regard of the shapely automaton.
"SCREEEKK! (_She looks a bit too alluring to be out here, don't you think?_)" The bird of prey queried. "I dunno Sheev...maybe she's one of those courtesan golems? I'm sure those things are built to withstand _anything_." He whispered back, before greeting the folks with numerous questions.
"Uhh, I'm here for the job? Something from a guy named Korick? Wanted us to meet at this river?" He looked about the individuals. "...I'm in the right place, right?" He looked lost, while Sheeva looked at the knight in overly ornate armor. "CAHHHWWWW! (_The scent-! That man-!_)" She began to feverishly flap her wings, prepared to go for his eyes with her talons. Lammy managed to hold on to her before she could attack.
"Sheeva! Calm down girl!" Even then, he gave a look towards the knight. There was certainly something _off_ about the fellow. "I'm...Lammy...and this is my companion...Sheeva." He cautiously introduced himself, peeling his eyes away from peculiar paladin.
**Name:** Lamont "Lammy" LaSalle
**Age:** 22
**Race:** Human
**Class:** Druid
**Abilities:** An established druid, Lammy is capable of transforming into multiple classifications of fauna. Whether it be a mighty bird of prey, a fearsome king cobra, or a lazy housecat, Lamont has a wide area of the animal kingdom at his disposal. Naturally, he can only turn into one animal once a day, and he's always thought about working on fixing that. Then again, the lazy housecat is his favorite animal to shift into. His sister always excelled where he didn't when it came to magic, so he's a little outclassed when it comes to that. He also carries a 4 foot long ironwood quarterstaff (that he uses more as a walking stick than anything) when he's in human form, and he's handy with that when he wants to be.
At his side is his trusty pet, a Red-tailed Hawk named Sheeva. He can communicate with her when he needs to, which seems like all the time. She apparently tells great jokes, and her sass knows no bounds.
**Alignment:** Neutral Good
**Appearance:** It's been argued that Lammy's overall appearance reflects both his personality, and lifestyle. Moderately tan skin covered in dirty splotches, a disheveled, shaggy, black mop of tangled locks (with a seldom braid twisted in here and there) he considers "hair", an equally disheveled goatee, unnaturally bestial hazel irises that one could say sparkle in certain light, callous caked bare feet and hands, and a usually confused disposition. Standing at 6'0" and 155 lbs, Lammy's a tall, stringy fellow that looks like he needs a bath (and most likely does). Imagine if Tarzan was a slacker that could change into any animal he pleased. That's Lammy in a nutshell.
**Personality:** His mom calls him lazy, but he considers himself "understandably uninspired". But no, he's mostly lazy. And a little aimless. He usually needs to be pushed in the right direction in order for him to get things done. That being said, his peculiar upbringing leaves him as a bit of a flower child. As the oldest sibling in a family of druids, Lammy's pretty in tune with nature. And if he's motivated enough, he'll always want to protect it.
**Inventory:** It's already pretty challenging to carry his quarterstaff whenever he's flying across massive distances in his hawk form, would he really carry anything else? I mean, other than that and the clothes he'll wear (his trusty, raggedy, dirt brown cloth pants and equally dirty vest), he tends to travel light. Really light. No need for money or supplies when you can delve into animal instincts to hunt for food and resources.
**History:** As noted prior, Lamont belongs to a family of druids. What started out as a adventuring duo sharing common interests, blossomed into a semi-popular family team gaining some groundswell in their hometown. As the kids got older, the mom and dad decide to settle down, with enough amassed funds (from successful quests) to convert their housing into a animal and nature sanctuary. The younger sister, Amaya, matured in a way differently than her older brother. Following in her parent's footsteps, she took up the adventuring mantle, and embarked on quests of her own. Lamont, on the other hand, opted on staying home to help tend to the sanctuary.
It was appreciated at first, but his mom and pop began to realize just how directionless their son had become. He had no plans for the future, and was perfectly content with just living with his parents. There was no incentive, no fire in his eyes, no vigor. He'd only go into town if one of them wanted him to fetch something. His parents thought him lazy, but was it more to it than that? In truth, Lamont felt like he didn't have much to offer to the world at large. And because of that, he didn't do much to contribute to it.
I mean, he was also lazy, but he also felt pretty powerless to the way of the world. "Why can't you be more like your sister?" His mother would plead at times. He couldn't always give her a straight answer, though he never liked being compared to Amaya. "For gods sake Lammy, you're not a bad druid, not even mediocre! We can all see the amazing potential you have, so why aren't you reaching for it?" He would shrug, or play coy when bombarded with these queries. Just once, he alluded at his case, just to see if his mother could catch on and show some understanding, but such a plea seemingly fell on deaf ears.
I say seemingly, as one should never doubt a mother's intuition. One day she approached him with a short staff made of extremely durable ironwood. "I'm kicking you out~!" Her chipper serenade harshly contrasted such a drastic demand. Before he could properly protest, she began pushing him out the door. "You think moping around this sanctuary will make the world change? Wrong! That is something you have to do yourself! And if it doesn't feel like anything's changing, then you get angry, and you force it to!" She shoved him out into the front yard. "Go out into the world, find you a really big job, and don't come back until you've completed it...or give me grandchildren...preferably both!" She smiled all the while, she meant well for her son.
...And then she promptly slammed the door shut. Lamont sighed. "D'oh well." The least he could do was fly into town. Maybe there was something on offer at the bulletin boards. With a sharp whistle, his trusty hawk companion Sheeva glided to his side. "C'mon Sheev. Let's go find ourselves a job." He said, quickly taking on his own hawk form before flying off.
In the same boat as Corsair, and I was wondering if I could possibly migrate the character over to this RP.
I want in, obviously.
Guess I introduce myself here? Alright. Some friends joined this site not too long and threatened me at gunpoint SEND HELP persuaded me into joining as well.
...you guys do roleplay here, right?
...you guys do roleplay here, right?
I've always wanted to be in a Green Lantern RP, and now looks like my chance. Count me in!
...i'm also new to the site. Seems pretty straightforward in it's layout...i'll take it!
...i'm also new to the site. Seems pretty straightforward in it's layout...i'll take it!
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