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About Me
Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 30
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).
Current Projects/Freelance work
- I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
- I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
- I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.
Interests (Includes but is not limited to)
- Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
- Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
- Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
- History (Military History is my specialty)
- Zoology
- Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
- Voice Acting/Singing
- Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
- Weaponry of all kinds
- Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
- Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
- Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
- Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
- There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P
Roleplay F.A.Q.
- Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
- Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
- I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
- I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
- I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!
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Amal had a masterful physique from years of eating lean and climbing rooftops and running from city guards. However, he had to admit that he was looking somewhat emaciated after the last two weeks of being fed either gruel at intermittent intervals, or practically nothing save berries and a few conies while trekking through the Gods forsaken cold of Vaasa. However, when they dropped the food in front of him, he took little time and practically inhaled half of the food, even more actually, since Char seemed to be slightly less hungry than him.
Well, she was actually just smaller than he, which made since. By the way she ate, he felt she was devouring as much, if not more than she normally would be able to. She was still careful not to let her hair slip though, only her nose poking out every now and then. He had remembered what it was like to be a street urchin, running from street to street, searching for a meal, going to bed hungry. But it had been some time in his adult life when he had been this famished, and so he filled his belly until the two of them finished all the food in front of them. Even the strange vegetables and the odd fruit pottage was not safe from Amal's appetite.
Once the rakish thief was done, he leaned back in his chair and stretched, his long arms spread wide as he yawned. "Drink! We need drink! Eh? Oh, a bottle of ale! Two bottles!" The waitress was not there, but she had heard him, as had a quarter of the room even with the accompanying chatter. A few dozen eyes looked their way, but they were focused on Amal and his jackalish grin and not his swathed companion, luckily.
The waitress walked up and plopped the two bottles down, bemused at his manner. Amal improved her mood giving her another bronze coin, and swiped up the bottles in his hand. He winked at Char. "Let us go to the room. I'm sure you'd like to relax while we drink, yes?"
Even with the frightening cold, he was sure he would go crazy not being able to show his face, and he felt like getting close to a warm fire rather than sitting here where men belched and laughed like goats.
Well, she was actually just smaller than he, which made since. By the way she ate, he felt she was devouring as much, if not more than she normally would be able to. She was still careful not to let her hair slip though, only her nose poking out every now and then. He had remembered what it was like to be a street urchin, running from street to street, searching for a meal, going to bed hungry. But it had been some time in his adult life when he had been this famished, and so he filled his belly until the two of them finished all the food in front of them. Even the strange vegetables and the odd fruit pottage was not safe from Amal's appetite.
Once the rakish thief was done, he leaned back in his chair and stretched, his long arms spread wide as he yawned. "Drink! We need drink! Eh? Oh, a bottle of ale! Two bottles!" The waitress was not there, but she had heard him, as had a quarter of the room even with the accompanying chatter. A few dozen eyes looked their way, but they were focused on Amal and his jackalish grin and not his swathed companion, luckily.
The waitress walked up and plopped the two bottles down, bemused at his manner. Amal improved her mood giving her another bronze coin, and swiped up the bottles in his hand. He winked at Char. "Let us go to the room. I'm sure you'd like to relax while we drink, yes?"
Even with the frightening cold, he was sure he would go crazy not being able to show his face, and he felt like getting close to a warm fire rather than sitting here where men belched and laughed like goats.
@Red Wizard I shall do so after I sleep, then!
"You asking questions like that is why I am going to marry you." Neil said honestly, and Emmaline's face went from serious to blushing, something the salacious woman almost never did. Taking her by the hand, they left the 'crime' scene, which it was because in Neil's opinion, they got fucking robbed.
The pair of them went back to the tavern, making sure to come in the back way and head up the stairs before anyone could stop them with a request for help or a comment on how there might potentially be an angry ogre looking for them. Once in their tiny room, Emmaline fished through her knapsack for some spell components, and likely some other items for a long time thief. Neil got into his stash, which had some more 'in-the-field' items for a criminal endeavor. A set of lockpicks, a small fial, three throwing daggers, a coil of hochland rope that stretched to thirty yards, a small mirror (with silver at its back) that could be mounted on a metal handle, and a few other trinkets he kept around for professional work.
"Ooooo, forgot I had this, almost." Neil laughed, and Emmaline saw him toss up and catch a bottle of bugman's. Her jaw dropped, and Neil winked with a wicked smile.
"Remember when Kargi searched everyone's rooms? He was lookin' for this." The thief said, and placed a finger to his lips. "He never thought to look in the bushes. Dwarfs don't even want to think about plants unless they're rangers."
"Gimme," Emmaline said, making grabby hands. Neil smiled widely but pulled it away.
"Ah ah ah! Babe, we gotta take one drink each for good luck, then we get going, ok? We can celebrate with the full thing after when we got some gold to throw around."
Emmaline acquiesced, and the two of them each took generous, singular gulps, and then hid the beverage once more. Neil cautioned they should go out the window, since Kargi could probably smell it on their breath. Emmaline was not enthused, but Neil climbed out of the window and Emmaline attempted it, but her foot slipped and Neil had to catch her, which he did with the same deftness he always did.
"I think I have a good idea where he lives," Emmaline whispered to him as they strode off into the fog. The two walked close, to ironically keep themselves out of the danger of potential pick pockets or knives in the dark. "My old master told me most of the places the more private wizards would set shop, and from the way he smelled, remember he had that iron smell? He must be near the ironworks, at the Tower of Blackhaven that overlooks the reik. It's just a mile west, if my head's on straight."
Neil's hands were in his pocket, and whilst Emmaline clung to his right arm, his left hand in his pocket contained a small knife he could swiftly dispatch someone with in short notice.
"I haven't stolen from a wizard in a long time, but they usually have good valuables. Let's not grab anymore wyrdstone though, mutation's not my thing." Neil said with a wink.
The pair of them went back to the tavern, making sure to come in the back way and head up the stairs before anyone could stop them with a request for help or a comment on how there might potentially be an angry ogre looking for them. Once in their tiny room, Emmaline fished through her knapsack for some spell components, and likely some other items for a long time thief. Neil got into his stash, which had some more 'in-the-field' items for a criminal endeavor. A set of lockpicks, a small fial, three throwing daggers, a coil of hochland rope that stretched to thirty yards, a small mirror (with silver at its back) that could be mounted on a metal handle, and a few other trinkets he kept around for professional work.
"Ooooo, forgot I had this, almost." Neil laughed, and Emmaline saw him toss up and catch a bottle of bugman's. Her jaw dropped, and Neil winked with a wicked smile.
"Remember when Kargi searched everyone's rooms? He was lookin' for this." The thief said, and placed a finger to his lips. "He never thought to look in the bushes. Dwarfs don't even want to think about plants unless they're rangers."
"Gimme," Emmaline said, making grabby hands. Neil smiled widely but pulled it away.
"Ah ah ah! Babe, we gotta take one drink each for good luck, then we get going, ok? We can celebrate with the full thing after when we got some gold to throw around."
Emmaline acquiesced, and the two of them each took generous, singular gulps, and then hid the beverage once more. Neil cautioned they should go out the window, since Kargi could probably smell it on their breath. Emmaline was not enthused, but Neil climbed out of the window and Emmaline attempted it, but her foot slipped and Neil had to catch her, which he did with the same deftness he always did.
"I think I have a good idea where he lives," Emmaline whispered to him as they strode off into the fog. The two walked close, to ironically keep themselves out of the danger of potential pick pockets or knives in the dark. "My old master told me most of the places the more private wizards would set shop, and from the way he smelled, remember he had that iron smell? He must be near the ironworks, at the Tower of Blackhaven that overlooks the reik. It's just a mile west, if my head's on straight."
Neil's hands were in his pocket, and whilst Emmaline clung to his right arm, his left hand in his pocket contained a small knife he could swiftly dispatch someone with in short notice.
"I haven't stolen from a wizard in a long time, but they usually have good valuables. Let's not grab anymore wyrdstone though, mutation's not my thing." Neil said with a wink.
@POOHEAD189 Here you go! Hirelings to choose from :)
Gotta go with the Dwarf! And thank you for the options, Mae <3
Three weeks on this blistering rock, it was finally time for the purified air and controlled temperatures of one of the navy's transports. Morek had packed my bags while I organized the men, and I was lucky to have an already experienced quartermaster by the name of Cromwall, the aged soldier seeing to every item being stored with a methodical precision I would have expected out of a squat. It was no wonder he and Morek got on so well, I thought to myself.
Sel had taken to her posting as my driver fairly well, which was just as well, as I found her skills were more than adequate to make up for her unscrupulous attitude. It was by the Emperor's Grace her attitude was never towards me, and because I tended to have her back as well when I could allow, it made for an excellent partnership. I had actually made a small side comment to the colonel on granting her a promotion, but that was shot down most expeditiously.
However, despite her being made to remain as my corporal and driver, she was allowed a break when the Salamander's arrived to ferry us to the shuttles. As Morek chewed on his beef jerky and Sel reclined on her seat like she was an inmate being transported to prison, I felt this next month in the troopship would be a far safer, more enjoyable time than the past month on this throne forsaken world.
3 days later, aboard the Cruiser "Argent Lance"
"Do the platoons give you any trouble?" I asked, casually leaning against the balustrade, only granting a cursory look at 3rd squad doing their FTL drills. It was generally accepted that light to moderate exercise was needed to keep one's health and mood at acceptable levels once in the warp, and I had volunteered to keep an eye on them so as to not only take the less stringent job of signing a multitude of papers, but also to not to appear lazy whilst I was actually doing practically nothing.
"Only if we allow them to," Warrant Officer Dahlberg said, and I caught the suggestive tone in her voice. Astrid Dahlberg was a surprisingly young officer, newly promoted from senior armsmen for halting an uprising borne of the false notion that the ship we found ourselves on, a cruiser with the designation Argent Lance was to be decommissioned within the year. I had yet to meet her before now, but as I had boarded the ship two days previously, I had deemed her rump sufficiently plump and her face pretty enough for me to take immediate interest. As usual, she seemed to think the same of me, though I am unaware if my own backside had helped myself in that regard.
"I must admit," I said, sliding a bit closer. "I am unaware of the proper protocols allowed aboard. Perhaps later you could allow me to get better acquainted with the rules?"
I watched her face flush with satisfaction, and she smiled. To my delight, her gloved index finger pressed against the hilt of my sword as she spoke in a not-so-subtle innuendo. "It is in my purview to aid someone curious about...protocol." I felt this was going to turn out to be quite the delightful trip, after all. However, my hopes were about to be dashed as Morek strode out of the corridor and onto the overlook where Warrant Officer Dahlberg and I were standing, now moving apart to a respectable distance.
"Corporal, can't you see I am on duty?" I asked the squat. He simply stared, and not for the first time did I wonder if he was slow or too clever. After a pregnant pause, he spoke.
"Apologies, Lieutenant, but a brawl seems to have broken out in the crew's quarters."
"A brawl?" I asked, just as Astrid added, "how large of one?"
"Just between four squads," Morek said, shaking his head at the warrant officer to assure her she needn't get involved. "Two of ours and two of the 74th Langeroth."
"Excuse me As- er, Warrant Officer. We can continue our discussion soon." I assured her, and as I walked away, I swore there would be hell to pay if my men started any infraction and interrupted by rendezvous with the lady Dahlberg.
Sel had taken to her posting as my driver fairly well, which was just as well, as I found her skills were more than adequate to make up for her unscrupulous attitude. It was by the Emperor's Grace her attitude was never towards me, and because I tended to have her back as well when I could allow, it made for an excellent partnership. I had actually made a small side comment to the colonel on granting her a promotion, but that was shot down most expeditiously.
However, despite her being made to remain as my corporal and driver, she was allowed a break when the Salamander's arrived to ferry us to the shuttles. As Morek chewed on his beef jerky and Sel reclined on her seat like she was an inmate being transported to prison, I felt this next month in the troopship would be a far safer, more enjoyable time than the past month on this throne forsaken world.
3 days later, aboard the Cruiser "Argent Lance"
"Do the platoons give you any trouble?" I asked, casually leaning against the balustrade, only granting a cursory look at 3rd squad doing their FTL drills. It was generally accepted that light to moderate exercise was needed to keep one's health and mood at acceptable levels once in the warp, and I had volunteered to keep an eye on them so as to not only take the less stringent job of signing a multitude of papers, but also to not to appear lazy whilst I was actually doing practically nothing.
"Only if we allow them to," Warrant Officer Dahlberg said, and I caught the suggestive tone in her voice. Astrid Dahlberg was a surprisingly young officer, newly promoted from senior armsmen for halting an uprising borne of the false notion that the ship we found ourselves on, a cruiser with the designation Argent Lance was to be decommissioned within the year. I had yet to meet her before now, but as I had boarded the ship two days previously, I had deemed her rump sufficiently plump and her face pretty enough for me to take immediate interest. As usual, she seemed to think the same of me, though I am unaware if my own backside had helped myself in that regard.
"I must admit," I said, sliding a bit closer. "I am unaware of the proper protocols allowed aboard. Perhaps later you could allow me to get better acquainted with the rules?"
I watched her face flush with satisfaction, and she smiled. To my delight, her gloved index finger pressed against the hilt of my sword as she spoke in a not-so-subtle innuendo. "It is in my purview to aid someone curious about...protocol." I felt this was going to turn out to be quite the delightful trip, after all. However, my hopes were about to be dashed as Morek strode out of the corridor and onto the overlook where Warrant Officer Dahlberg and I were standing, now moving apart to a respectable distance.
"Corporal, can't you see I am on duty?" I asked the squat. He simply stared, and not for the first time did I wonder if he was slow or too clever. After a pregnant pause, he spoke.
"Apologies, Lieutenant, but a brawl seems to have broken out in the crew's quarters."
"A brawl?" I asked, just as Astrid added, "how large of one?"
"Just between four squads," Morek said, shaking his head at the warrant officer to assure her she needn't get involved. "Two of ours and two of the 74th Langeroth."
"Excuse me As- er, Warrant Officer. We can continue our discussion soon." I assured her, and as I walked away, I swore there would be hell to pay if my men started any infraction and interrupted by rendezvous with the lady Dahlberg.
I'll make my guy either tonight or tomorrow night, depending. It's finals soon and I work a lot so
@CarsonistDusk welcome!
Won't be able to make a character for a day or two, but soon!
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