Hey. HeySeuss tries to get it together but when it comes down to it a roleplay dies because the members aren't committed or lose the taste. Really pisses me off when people give it up so quickly. A real waste.
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Sick of joining roleplays only to have them die. I hate investing my time and energy into something for nothing. Seriously making me want to give up on roleplayer guild.
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@ColouredCyan
Aah good old Ground Dodger. That made me smile.
Aah good old Ground Dodger. That made me smile.
Ozend began laughing. If they were to be his companions the only thing he would need to worry about was how capable they actually were. The young mage certainly talked herself up but if she had any real power then this could become quite the adventure.
A contract still waited at the table for him to sign. He returned to the table that Vulthathar casually waited at and took up a waiting pen. Hesitating, he lowered the pen to the line. The sheer volume of words intimidated him. It felt like a corrupt tax collector making some phony scam. Ozend choked back his reluctance and scribbled a fantastic signature across the line. It was barely legible but it certainly looked impressive.
"Well, Vulth. You've got me. Hopefully now I'll have something worthy to do instead of chasing drinks and punching thugs." He'd felt rather unheroic lately and it was tugging at his ego.
A contract still waited at the table for him to sign. He returned to the table that Vulthathar casually waited at and took up a waiting pen. Hesitating, he lowered the pen to the line. The sheer volume of words intimidated him. It felt like a corrupt tax collector making some phony scam. Ozend choked back his reluctance and scribbled a fantastic signature across the line. It was barely legible but it certainly looked impressive.
"Well, Vulth. You've got me. Hopefully now I'll have something worthy to do instead of chasing drinks and punching thugs." He'd felt rather unheroic lately and it was tugging at his ego.
That's a lot of teen.. creatures. Well, three including a twelve-year old.
Ozend didn't expect that. He looked at the hand with a defeated expression. Finally he relented and gave the demon a firm handshake. "Very well put. Suppose I'll see you prove it with more than paper real soon. Don't mind the suspicion. It.. was my job."
The little lady seemed absolutely violated that he pulled the little prank. To the point that she reflected his own suspicion. "I.. well." Ozend scratched his head as he though about it. "I have no titles or credentials." Standing straight and firm he continued. "What I have is more important to me. I am a protector. Oath-sworn to defend the innocent and seek justice wherever I go. I am no pirate, ruffian or brigand. Forgive the appearance. I see little need to keep it unless it serves a greater purpose."
Ozend knelt down on one knee. "Forgive my brazenness. I will use my strength to protect you and each companion as we adventure." He looks to the other little lady, Alice and nods.
The little lady seemed absolutely violated that he pulled the little prank. To the point that she reflected his own suspicion. "I.. well." Ozend scratched his head as he though about it. "I have no titles or credentials." Standing straight and firm he continued. "What I have is more important to me. I am a protector. Oath-sworn to defend the innocent and seek justice wherever I go. I am no pirate, ruffian or brigand. Forgive the appearance. I see little need to keep it unless it serves a greater purpose."
Ozend knelt down on one knee. "Forgive my brazenness. I will use my strength to protect you and each companion as we adventure." He looks to the other little lady, Alice and nods.
A man from the background dressed quite like the pirates enjoying the room approached Mimi from the corner of her eye. A hood was pulled over his head, he kept his face straight and it was difficult to see more than the bushy beard perking out. He clapped her shoulder and leaned closer.
"We wouldn't want you young, fragile human girls being harmed by us ruffians now, would we?" His face remained straight for a moment before cracking into a warm smile. The man started to laugh and raised a hand to scratch the back of his hooded head absently. A slight smell of liquor permeated his breath. "The name's Ozend. Looks like I've got to pay more attention." He muttered, looking at the imposing amount of words on the contract.
Ozend yawned as he looked the other three over. "I've been here a while. Must've lost track of time." He motioned at the table in the corner by a frosty window and the lonely mug settled on it.
The surly man turned his attention to the demon. "Anywho, I guess we're here to get things settled and leave." He glanced suspiciously at the contract once more. "I'm not one for signing things. Seen my share of records. Some of it's filthy word work." He narrowed his blue eyes. "How do I know you can be trusted?"
"We wouldn't want you young, fragile human girls being harmed by us ruffians now, would we?" His face remained straight for a moment before cracking into a warm smile. The man started to laugh and raised a hand to scratch the back of his hooded head absently. A slight smell of liquor permeated his breath. "The name's Ozend. Looks like I've got to pay more attention." He muttered, looking at the imposing amount of words on the contract.
Ozend yawned as he looked the other three over. "I've been here a while. Must've lost track of time." He motioned at the table in the corner by a frosty window and the lonely mug settled on it.
The surly man turned his attention to the demon. "Anywho, I guess we're here to get things settled and leave." He glanced suspiciously at the contract once more. "I'm not one for signing things. Seen my share of records. Some of it's filthy word work." He narrowed his blue eyes. "How do I know you can be trusted?"
Work sucked but I'm fine.
Name: Ozend
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Concept: The surly guardian.
Physical Appearance: Ozend is a hirsute and stocky brawler. His build is that of a soldier in constant training. His hair is brown and long, flowing freely. His beard is unkempt and Ozend in general shows obvious disregard for his personal appearance. His eyes are a striking blue and are often accompanied by tired bags. He wears a gray cloak, hood down most of the time, a brown tunic and black trousers. A common theme in his garb is the thrashed and frayed bits on the clothing's extremities. He wears well made leather boots that have seen their share of travel in the past few years. They're heavily scuffed as if they've seen more use than simply walking.
Equipment: A long sword that goes often unused. There's nothing special about it but should Ozend draw it he means to kill someone. Ozend has this slung to his back to keep other movement unimpeded.
A travelling pack and various items for food, drink and comfortable rest.
Personality: Ozend is incredibly straightforward. He's a think as you go kind of person and doesn't like to idle. He gives little care for what people think of him yet he thinks a great deal of how he can care for people. The world's big and there's not enough time to worry over what one man thinks of you.
Goals: Ozend is out to protect the world one land at a time. He failed his own land and that defeat still shakes him.
Beliefs: Ozend is strong about freedom. Slavery is abhorrent and certain caste systems, disgusting. He believes wholeheartedly in the religion of his home.
Background: Ozend hales from a land whose political system collapsed. It was a monarchy known as Calahaz. The king, Clarion, was gravely ill and set out a plan to find a new heir because none of his princes were worthy of the crown. Political intrigue and evil grew in the land. It became impossible for justice to be met and Clarion's desires to be fulfilled.
One thing led to another and the powers of the land crushed each other. A war of brother against brother, father against son. There were no winners, just a dead nation with stragglers who slept on their swords. So Ozend, forgotten vassal to a dead king, left. There was nothing good to stay for and the worst of his experience he'd never forget.
Racial Traits: Humanity comes in a wide variety.
Known Skills: Ozend is a capable swordsman. War has tried and conditioned him and he came out intact. A brawler by necessity, Ozend was so good at killing his neighbor that he swore off of slaughter for the sake of his enemy and for the disgust he felt for himself. If they deserved his blade, they would have it.
Ozend learned to make use of bare essentials, going day to day by stretching the little and using what knowledge of the land you possess.
Known Powers:
Ozend was a guardian to the king. Sickness struck past his shield. Illness that no man could guard against took the life he had sworn to save. Ozend is a very capable defender to the point that he could even protect against enemies of imposing size. It is not magic that he wields but secret techniques developed by ancient monks and priests. A technique very few know of. Ozend has been practicing and experimenting with it. It has become a staple of his self-assigned role to defend.
Barrier - A shimmer in the light, a sparkle as the weapon strikes. Ozend's barrier is an extension of his soul. His religion states that the soul is an immortal thing that exists forever even when the body decays. It is this fact that the priests so heavily emphasized and worked upon to perfect. Almost invisible when in function Ozend can block the heftiest attacks with ease using the otherworldly source of his own spirit.
The spirit is however a vulnerable thing to certain magics, particularly those of dark origin. His spirit is linked to his emotional state. Happy and confident bring a stronger barrier. Depressed and solemn bring that of a weak barrier that would only deflect meager attacks. Ozend finds he can stay in the middle with strong drink should he have a low-streak.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human
Character Concept: The surly guardian.
Physical Appearance: Ozend is a hirsute and stocky brawler. His build is that of a soldier in constant training. His hair is brown and long, flowing freely. His beard is unkempt and Ozend in general shows obvious disregard for his personal appearance. His eyes are a striking blue and are often accompanied by tired bags. He wears a gray cloak, hood down most of the time, a brown tunic and black trousers. A common theme in his garb is the thrashed and frayed bits on the clothing's extremities. He wears well made leather boots that have seen their share of travel in the past few years. They're heavily scuffed as if they've seen more use than simply walking.
Equipment: A long sword that goes often unused. There's nothing special about it but should Ozend draw it he means to kill someone. Ozend has this slung to his back to keep other movement unimpeded.
A travelling pack and various items for food, drink and comfortable rest.
Personality: Ozend is incredibly straightforward. He's a think as you go kind of person and doesn't like to idle. He gives little care for what people think of him yet he thinks a great deal of how he can care for people. The world's big and there's not enough time to worry over what one man thinks of you.
Goals: Ozend is out to protect the world one land at a time. He failed his own land and that defeat still shakes him.
Beliefs: Ozend is strong about freedom. Slavery is abhorrent and certain caste systems, disgusting. He believes wholeheartedly in the religion of his home.
Background: Ozend hales from a land whose political system collapsed. It was a monarchy known as Calahaz. The king, Clarion, was gravely ill and set out a plan to find a new heir because none of his princes were worthy of the crown. Political intrigue and evil grew in the land. It became impossible for justice to be met and Clarion's desires to be fulfilled.
One thing led to another and the powers of the land crushed each other. A war of brother against brother, father against son. There were no winners, just a dead nation with stragglers who slept on their swords. So Ozend, forgotten vassal to a dead king, left. There was nothing good to stay for and the worst of his experience he'd never forget.
Racial Traits: Humanity comes in a wide variety.
Known Skills: Ozend is a capable swordsman. War has tried and conditioned him and he came out intact. A brawler by necessity, Ozend was so good at killing his neighbor that he swore off of slaughter for the sake of his enemy and for the disgust he felt for himself. If they deserved his blade, they would have it.
Ozend learned to make use of bare essentials, going day to day by stretching the little and using what knowledge of the land you possess.
Known Powers:
Ozend was a guardian to the king. Sickness struck past his shield. Illness that no man could guard against took the life he had sworn to save. Ozend is a very capable defender to the point that he could even protect against enemies of imposing size. It is not magic that he wields but secret techniques developed by ancient monks and priests. A technique very few know of. Ozend has been practicing and experimenting with it. It has become a staple of his self-assigned role to defend.
Barrier - A shimmer in the light, a sparkle as the weapon strikes. Ozend's barrier is an extension of his soul. His religion states that the soul is an immortal thing that exists forever even when the body decays. It is this fact that the priests so heavily emphasized and worked upon to perfect. Almost invisible when in function Ozend can block the heftiest attacks with ease using the otherworldly source of his own spirit.
The spirit is however a vulnerable thing to certain magics, particularly those of dark origin. His spirit is linked to his emotional state. Happy and confident bring a stronger barrier. Depressed and solemn bring that of a weak barrier that would only deflect meager attacks. Ozend finds he can stay in the middle with strong drink should he have a low-streak.
@Descartes
No problem. I intended to describe it a little and then give the ability that he used through it. Sorry if it was confusing.
No problem. I intended to describe it a little and then give the ability that he used through it. Sorry if it was confusing.
It acts as a metaphysical barrier between you and everything else. It's exactly what I called it, a barrier.
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