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8 yrs ago
Current I'm not dead yet; a phoenix rises from the ashes
9 yrs ago
Teeth are officially hammered into my throat by finals and schoolwork
9 yrs ago
Schoolin', testin', roleplayin', sleepin'
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9 yrs ago
Burning wood and sweat? So not my scent.
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9 yrs ago
Let's see if I can run one of these strange and wondrous forum RP's after years of instant messaging, eh?

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Hm. I haven't tried my hand at a piracy oriented roleplay so far, and this seems like a decent enough sort of time to start, eh? Might as well throw in my 'interest' coin with the rest of the pot
I think outright female would be cool myself, but am fine with male
Real life always comes first, friend. Don't worry about it.
Oh, hello there! My simplistic nature might be very much so counter-intuitive to the nature of grossly powerful magical weaponry, but I am pretty interested in seeing how this works out and seeing how things are- consider me a lurker!

I'll admit the deniability of katanas is incredibly refreshing. As much as Japan is an inspiration behind my fascination with swordplay, the standard of katana-bearing-badasses does get really...lame after a while.
B-beholders. We're dead if we see one. Er, it sees us..

Rarity but not total extinction is good to me
Creatures? Standard fare, maybe a few of the weirder D&D esque ones if we need some spunk. Don't want to get too complicated, y'know. Ogres, trolls, elv-...*cough*...-...Goblins, etc.
The Moth awakens, as if a smooth transition from sleep to awake through a gradient scale rather than a jarring leap to alertness. Something had jarred a few of his traps. The alarms had rung out and awoken the Moth. He shut his eyes and inhaled slowly, once, as he let his ears pinpoint on the noise's origin, then he rose up as if water; he was fluid, maneuvering first with his hands on the branch he had decided to lay up. Then the rest of his body shifted in the same graceful manner until he was crouched on the branch. He carefully pulled the cloak of leaves and twigs about him, then began to pick his way through the branches.

It was apparent that moving like this would give away his position, but the camouflaging- while simplistic and rudimentary- would assist in his form itself remaining unnoticed. At least, in theory.

The man moved to the edge of his current tree and lowered himself down to the branch, carefully. He had strapped his spear to this branch for various reasons, and thus he needed to retrieve it. Slowly untying the weapon was a deft process, and soon enough the Moth hugged the branch and twisted around it to fall softly to the ground below, gripping the spear tightly in a bandaged hand while he hugged his cloak of leaves about him.

It was time to find the cause of the noise, leaving his fake camp behind on the ground.

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The Moth, first interaction

Two humans, a male and a female. It was groups like this that Moth often encountered. The Male was rising up from a simple snare he had come into the bad graces of, and the female bore a weapon. As the Moth studied them, he deliberated on what to do. If a fight broke out, these two could easily overpower him. A few seconds later, and the male on his feet, Moth cleared his throat and called out in his gruff, travel-worn, voice;

"You're not beasts. I set traps for beasts, and people fall into them. Didn't realize this was tribe territory."

This, he hoped, would calm them enough to not instantly attack him as he rose up and cast off his camouflage, allowing his lean, small, form to become visible to the duo, his spear held low in a non-hostile manner.

"Many apologies, strangers. Noise to alert, trap to hold, spear to kill. Beasts, not people, are my prey."
Sorry for my extended silence; I let myself get swept off elsewhere and my mind flurried away.

Wow that sounds a lot less explanatory than I intended it to. Erm, to put it bluntly I had a lot of things in real life planned for the past week and simply didn't have the forewarning in order to warn people overly much that I would be gone a good deal of them. Combined with my naturally silent/lurkish nature, I was rather quiet xD

Apologies for that, but I'm quite solidly back for now.
If all else fails, I have a good website or two for generating completely random maps of varying size [they are quite...large] http://donjon.bin.sh/fantasy/world/

Mediterranean-esque kingdom, foothills and plains with varying biomes as we extend from home? Sounds good to me though.
I suppose specifics such as "prince" or "princess" can certainly be elaborated on as we go. Glad we all have sort of agreement/preference towards this station though xD
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