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4 yrs ago
Current 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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5 yrs ago
Yuuuuuup, definitely back in.
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5 yrs ago
Oh, and D&D.
5 yrs ago
...Think I’m getting back into RPing now!
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5 yrs ago
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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Lemme just grab your collective attentions real quick, and point 'em to our resident RPer @hoppiholla391

Turns out she's a damn good artist who's gone full on with her commission services!

She's done a piece for Joey, so i'm kinda eager to sing of her praises.

Check out the "Custom Character Sheets and Portraits" link in her sig for more info!
I've only just now realized that we have two Lilys in our group.

This can only end hilariously.
Felt the need to bump. Put up something small.
In the meantime, Adrian meandered his way back towards the residential portion of the campgrounds, where he, alongside some of the other older demigods, had their own personalized living spaces. Upon first getting to the refuge all those moons ago, he learned that there was a spot already there waiting for him. It resembled a small rustic praying temple, commissioned by an "unknown benefactor". "God works in mysterious fucking ways, doesn't he?!" He exclaimed that day, furiously looking to get the place redone. (Adrian was a bit of a spoiled asshole his youth, mind you. He's done much to grow into a more humble individual, and now favors to keep his spiting subdued and subtle.)

Nowadays, his pad resembles something closer to a brownstone snatched straight out of Bed-Stuy. A replica much smaller than its counterparts, as it's missing a third floor, and a basement. Shorter than the main Victorian and the tree line. It was definitely a nice place to stay, just not one to find peace and quiet at. Around this time of the day, younger demigods from the surrounding houses would come out and play and frolic in the grass, making it a chore to concentrate.
A blanket of fog was nothing new to the Druid, Lammy. Just another weird case of weather. It only got weirder as the fog never seemed to dissipate, and in fact, thickened to the point of impairment. The hawk perched on his shoulder would groan if she could. "SCREEE! (What in the seven hells is this?)" Sheeva complained, causing her companion to shrug. "Beats me. Think you can get atop it, find us a way out?" He suggested. With a compliant nod, she took off the best she could, taking to the skies to find an end to this fog. Though, even through ascension, the fog was impossibly thick.

And then, just like that, the fog disappeared. With nary a kiss goodbye or a "see you later". Lammy barely had the time to process all that was happening. Beside the instant weather change and depressing landscape, he also had to take into account the familiar cast of characters now standing alongside him. "Lammy? Eranah? What in Torm's name?" It was a familiar voice saying familiar names. Suffice to say, Lammy was a little excited.

"Lily?!" He spun towards the lady paladin, encasing her in a eager hug. He would've lifted her off her feet and spun her around if he could, but plate armor is heavy, and she was quite densely built for someone of her stature. A simple hug would have to do. "How are- What's been- You are-" There was a lot the boy wanted to say, and it all tried coming out at once. His face was growing so hot, he couldn't even tell it was cold out. So he took a step back, and took a deep breath. He looked past her, just briefly, and the cold, grim setting finally started to settle in. "...Where are we?" He asked simply, surveying the landscape.

Sheeva began to descend once the fog lifted. Equally confused as her partner, she began to return to him, only to realize he wasn't alone. "Familiar faces..." she thought, quite grimly.
Name: Lamont "Lammy" LaSalle
Age: 24
Sex: Male

Race: Human
Class: Druid
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 6'2" 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.

Equipment: Lammy doesn't carry much. No need for money or supplies when you can delve into animal instincts to hunt for food and resources. Other than that and the clothes he'll wear (his trusty, raggedy, dirt brown cloth pants and equally dirty vest), his 4 foot long ironwood quarterstaff (that he uses more as a walking stick than anything), and a carving knife, he tends to travel light. Really light.

Skills and Abilities: An established druid, Lammy is capable of transforming into multiple classifications of fauna. Whether it be a mighty bird of prey, a fearsome dire bear, or a lazy housecat, Lamont has the expanse area of the animal kingdom at his disposal. He can shift into at least two animals once a day, and since he's been on the road, he's been working on strengthening his abilities. 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.

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.

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.

Backstory: 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. One day, Lammy's mother 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. "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.

That was two years ago. Not only had he found himself a really big job in that time, but he and his traveling companions completed it with flying colors. He's yet to have been back home in the time prior, but still plans on returning one day, to show his parents the spoils and souvenirs of his travels. He's on the road, passing through towns, taking on small jobs that worked best with his abilities. At times he'd think back to that very first job, and mull over some of the bigger events with a warm smile on his face. His thoughts would linger towards one of the party members, a lady paladin he grew smitten with. While she was a bit of a fish out of water, and didn't get all of his jokes, she was a fierce warrior whose loyalty towards her friends gave Lammy a new outlook on life. Not too bad looking, either. As the job completed and the party parted ways, Lammy found himself regretting never telling her how he really felt about her. On his travels, he always wondered if their paths would cross once more.
Name: Lamont "Lammy" LaSalle
Age: 24
Sex: Male

Race: Human
Class: Druid
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 6'2" 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.

Equipment: Lammy doesn't carry much. No need for money or supplies when you can delve into animal instincts to hunt for food and resources. Other than that and the clothes he'll wear (his trusty, raggedy, dirt brown cloth pants and equally dirty vest), his 4 foot long ironwood quarterstaff (that he uses more as a walking stick than anything), and a carving knife, he tends to travel light. Really light.

Skills and Abilities: An established druid, Lammy is capable of transforming into multiple classifications of fauna. Whether it be a mighty bird of prey, a fearsome dire bear, or a lazy housecat, Lamont has the expanse area of the animal kingdom at his disposal. He can shift into at least two animals once a day, and since he's been on the road, he's been working on strengthening his abilities. 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.

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.

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.

Backstory: 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. One day, Lammy's mother 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. "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.

That was two years ago. Not only had he found himself a really big job in that time, but he and his traveling companions completed it with flying colors. He's yet to have been back home in the time prior, but still plans on returning one day, to show his parents the spoils and souvenirs of his travels. He's on the road, passing through towns, taking on small jobs that worked best with his abilities. At times he'd think back to that very first job, and mull over some of the bigger events with a warm smile on his face. His thoughts would linger towards one of the party members, a lady paladin he grew smitten with. While she was a bit of a fish out of water, and didn't get all of his jokes, she was a fierce warrior whose loyalty towards her friends gave Lammy a new outlook on life. Not too bad looking, either. As the job completed and the party parted ways, Lammy found himself regretting never telling her how he really felt about her. On his travels, he always wondered if their paths would cross once more.
Hey Corsair, think I can bring my druid character back?
...possibly with a stat boost, given the setting?
You should post something.
Joey entered the infirmary, doing his best to keep his injured arm leveled and as painless as possible. The Illuminate Master was still doing some work on other crew mates, leaving him and the mystery blonde waiting for their turn. The rogue figured he could at least strike up a conversation with her. Striding up beside her, he lightly nudged her with his working arm.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've been formally introduced." He began. "I'm Horatio. Call me Joey, if you'd like. Your name is...something with an S, right? Silvia or something like that?"

"Silvana." she corrected him. "There's no need to shorten it." Her shoulder hurt an awful lot, and she hoped she could get to Alexander as soon as possible. She did what she could to keep the bleeding at bay, and while there was someone who could heal her, there was no need to use her own fire to mend her wound. In order to keep the conversation going, even though she couldn't think of much else than her shoulder, she asked Joey "What happened to you?"

"Oh, this little thing?" He understated the nature of his injury. "Just had a rough run-in with one'a the cannons. Damn near crushed me ribs it did!" He sighed. "It's nothing too bad, I'll live. And your shoulder?" He probably would've helped keep it compressed if he weren't keeping his arm propped up.

"Got nicked by one'a those mangy harpies, didja? Hope you did more to it than it did ta you!" He talked light, in attempts to raise spirits. It worked, since it got a chuckle out of Silvana. "Sliced through it with my fire blade. It's not taking to the skies any time soon, that I can guarantee." She used her free hand to tightly hold the pendant that was now on the inside of her robes. "But even if I managed to take care of that one, I sure hope we're not about to fight any more of them. I've had my fill of harpies for one day."

"Fire...blade?" Bewildered, Joey looked about the girl's person, in attempts to spot any sort of weapon. When he failed to spot anything, he couldn't help but be a little curious. "You're a fire Mage, right? You guys can make weapons...?" He asked, wondrously.

"A Firesmith can. I'd show you, but this isn't exactly the time nor the situation. Maybe later if you ask nicely." she said, giving him a half smile, only half due to her wound still causing her pain. "And what of you? I think I remember you saying you were an Earthshaper when we were all introducing ourselves, though I can't say I know what they split into, like how Pyromancers split into Firesmiths and Firestorms."

Joey let the question hang a beat before reply with half a shrug. "...Ya got me there, luv." He replied. "I know about as much as you do. I haven't been at the Academy long enough to get any sort of training or learn anything. And I doubt any of me human acquaintances would be too eager to help me develop any of me abilities. All I know, is that I can move little pebbles, and sand. dust, and dirt. And apparently I'll get to a point where I'll move bigger rocks. Which is kinda exciting, all things considered."

Soon, there was a lull in the area as the patients ahead of Joey and Silvana were tended to. "Looks like we're up next." He said to the girl as he stepped forward. "Hope ya gots some light left for us, Master." Joey greeted, showing off his injury. "You should probably look at Silvana first, though. She got it worst than I did." He mentioned.
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