May these help you keep the inspiration coming. :)
Mistiel
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6 yrs ago
I have come up with the ultimate pansexual name! Drum roll please! Roryana. You can thank me later.
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6 yrs ago
TFW you realize your SW character somehow turned into an anime character. I didn't even use an anime avatar. Damn you Japan! Freaking brainwashed me.
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6 yrs ago
Look away, look away. My profile will ruin your evening, your whole life, and your day. Every single pixel is nothing but dismay, so look away, look away, Look Away!
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6 yrs ago
Ghost mode disabled.
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6 yrs ago
As of the end of March, I'll be a fully trained 5e dungeonmaster. Gird your loins, termagants and knaves!
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I can already imagine you checking the abilities and equipment of all the other characters. :|
I don't really need to for what I have in mind (though that's still an excellent idea on general principles). If anything, I've been more interested in their personalities.
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I doubt that there are any characters here who have evil alignments yet.
What I know is that if one person pulls the trigger, all hell will break loose.
I know. I'm inviting someone else to start violence. And who said anything about guns? It's a tavern! ^.-
I have a feeling that somebody's going to jump in the bar and start some unconventional PvP. Hopefully not.
Please do. Please do. I haz plan.
Still trying to figure out where Sivvy might find a place in all the different factions floating around. Right now he's a bit of a drifter (oh God not the drifter!...inside joke xD). Anywho, I'm trying to NOT have him turn into some troll charrie that shows up every twenty posts or so. With that said, feel free to provide me with inspiration. This is as close as I've gotten in years to making an "evil" charrie and I'm obviously not very good at it.
Pfft I wish the OP hadn't gone inactive. I forgot all about my charrie here and I'm really bummed if I won't be able to continue fleshing out her story. Since the OP's been gone for two months, if anyone wants to like turn this into a 1x1 with me or something, I'm down. I've been watching a lot of Mass Effect Andromeda let's plays on Youtube so I'm super hyped for this kind of thing right now. :)
Sivvy took one hand off the ladder up the building he was climbing to see if anyone was chasing him. He casually dangled by one arm and one foot, each on their respective rungs, about thirty feet above the concrete alleyway. After a minute or so, he realized no one was in pursuit. Oh well, he shrugged, guess the bigwigs didn't want exercise right now; maybe later. He smiled to himself as he loped down the ladder, swinging widely with his arms like some sort of overgrown monkey, his legs never touching the rungs beneath him.
Once descended, Siven unclipped his megaphone from where'd he'd kept it on his belt for the climb. Walking down the street with his favorite toy in hand, he entered the nearest cantina establishment. Spying an empty seat at the bar near two men covered in metal, Sivvy snatched up a seat and casually ordered a Sluxian ale on the rocks. His megaphone sat atop the wooden bar cone pointing downwards, handle towards Sivvy. He looked over at the men having a conversation next to him, something about pickles, and waved. "Eyy mahn!" he said jovially after one of the men reached for his shot glass.
Once descended, Siven unclipped his megaphone from where'd he'd kept it on his belt for the climb. Walking down the street with his favorite toy in hand, he entered the nearest cantina establishment. Spying an empty seat at the bar near two men covered in metal, Sivvy snatched up a seat and casually ordered a Sluxian ale on the rocks. His megaphone sat atop the wooden bar cone pointing downwards, handle towards Sivvy. He looked over at the men having a conversation next to him, something about pickles, and waved. "Eyy mahn!" he said jovially after one of the men reached for his shot glass.
Ceria's cheeks flamed once more as now the half-elf laid a hand on her arm. Did she have a "Touch Me" tablet on her back or something? Why was it that all these social types were so touchy-feely? As Ceria snatched the key with agility from the half-elf's fingers, she couldn't decide if it was more unnerving to be the center of attention for one of her own kind or a woman who was a curious mix of plant and succubus. The latter almost made Ceria giggle out loud. While she had seen an occasional succubi suspect in her self-imposed exodus from her homeland, she had never actually seen a confirmed succubus to compare to the charismatic tiefling. Her imagination kept trying to conjure Daisy in an almost comical black-and-pink number jumping out at men, hands raised in mock claw-like gestures, a viciously mocking sound that might've been a growl or seductive purr issuing forth promptly causing the men to simultaneously pee themselves and lean forward entranced.
As Ceria made steadfastly for one of the rooms upstairs, already starting up said stairs, an odd image assaulted her of both Araerys and Daisy approaching her arms outstretched, absurdly pointed toothy grins on their faces. The weirdest part was that she had no immediate urge to run. As confusing as that skewed fatigue-laced scene was, the pure-blooded elf was the first to reach one of the rooms and put key in hole and enter one. Much to her dismay, she saw the room she got was set up for two people. Given the size of the building they were in, she surmised that it did make more sense to force some people to double up. A queasy feeling came over her at the thought of having to deal with any of the women in their party at the moment. Araerys she was admittedly curious about and wouldn't mind asking for more information if Ceria herself was indeed going to - even inadvertently - sponsor the new girl's inclusion in their already huge party. Yvah struck her as oddly mischievous and a bit scary. Arthera might very well choose to yell at Ceria for hesitating in a life-and-death situation earlier. Daisy was certainly pleasant enough to talk to, but after their recent fight combined with Daisy's peculiar wording downstairs, the elf didn't quite know what to think about Miss Bubbly. Ceria wouldn't mind if she had to bunk with one of the men. She randomly wondered if Ulor had traded his man bits for arcane knowledge given how disinterested he was in everything and nearly everyone. Lex wasn't hard on the eyes, but neither was he quite her type. A far more welcome image of that human from earlier skidding across the ice, aiming a shot only to bury it in her shoulder set her nerves aflame. Her recently healed shoulder tingled a bit at the memory. Boy, he was a looker and she would have done anything to go take an hour long archery lesson from him.
Ceria set her dungeoneering pack and bow down on the foot of one of the two beds (thankfully across the room from each other). She slung her quiver of arrows, counting out the five she had used today. She remembered each vividly: the first two being clean misses, the third and fourth being fired together with respectable success, and the last one thudding deep within the now only unconscious drifter's spine. She wondered if he would wake up paralyzed and if their party would be able to heal any permanent damage that that arrow had caused.
The elf tiredly flopped onto the plain beige bedspread like a fish out of water. Oh how she wished she could just run off and go hunt monsters solo like she used to. Without Arthera, without Lex, without anyone....it would be so simple just to pack up and flee. She grunted in annoyance as a stray fly flew in front of her face, bringing with it the images of Daisy, Araerys, the general, and, weirdly enough, Ulor's pet 'okto-puss" as he called it. For a creature of nature, poor Ceria was still not as well-versed in the lore of the sea as she would have liked. It was perplexing why she should feel so responsible for Araerys given how little she knew about the woman. Her stare up at the ceiling and the hanging candelabra that dangled from its stucco surface continued.
As Ceria made steadfastly for one of the rooms upstairs, already starting up said stairs, an odd image assaulted her of both Araerys and Daisy approaching her arms outstretched, absurdly pointed toothy grins on their faces. The weirdest part was that she had no immediate urge to run. As confusing as that skewed fatigue-laced scene was, the pure-blooded elf was the first to reach one of the rooms and put key in hole and enter one. Much to her dismay, she saw the room she got was set up for two people. Given the size of the building they were in, she surmised that it did make more sense to force some people to double up. A queasy feeling came over her at the thought of having to deal with any of the women in their party at the moment. Araerys she was admittedly curious about and wouldn't mind asking for more information if Ceria herself was indeed going to - even inadvertently - sponsor the new girl's inclusion in their already huge party. Yvah struck her as oddly mischievous and a bit scary. Arthera might very well choose to yell at Ceria for hesitating in a life-and-death situation earlier. Daisy was certainly pleasant enough to talk to, but after their recent fight combined with Daisy's peculiar wording downstairs, the elf didn't quite know what to think about Miss Bubbly. Ceria wouldn't mind if she had to bunk with one of the men. She randomly wondered if Ulor had traded his man bits for arcane knowledge given how disinterested he was in everything and nearly everyone. Lex wasn't hard on the eyes, but neither was he quite her type. A far more welcome image of that human from earlier skidding across the ice, aiming a shot only to bury it in her shoulder set her nerves aflame. Her recently healed shoulder tingled a bit at the memory. Boy, he was a looker and she would have done anything to go take an hour long archery lesson from him.
Ceria set her dungeoneering pack and bow down on the foot of one of the two beds (thankfully across the room from each other). She slung her quiver of arrows, counting out the five she had used today. She remembered each vividly: the first two being clean misses, the third and fourth being fired together with respectable success, and the last one thudding deep within the now only unconscious drifter's spine. She wondered if he would wake up paralyzed and if their party would be able to heal any permanent damage that that arrow had caused.
The elf tiredly flopped onto the plain beige bedspread like a fish out of water. Oh how she wished she could just run off and go hunt monsters solo like she used to. Without Arthera, without Lex, without anyone....it would be so simple just to pack up and flee. She grunted in annoyance as a stray fly flew in front of her face, bringing with it the images of Daisy, Araerys, the general, and, weirdly enough, Ulor's pet 'okto-puss" as he called it. For a creature of nature, poor Ceria was still not as well-versed in the lore of the sea as she would have liked. It was perplexing why she should feel so responsible for Araerys given how little she knew about the woman. Her stare up at the ceiling and the hanging candelabra that dangled from its stucco surface continued.
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