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Warcraft scene, anyone?

Heya, first time putting up an interest check like this. I've been itching to RP on my draenei that I've been roleplaying on and off for about three years or so. She's typically pretty friendly, so long as others reciprocate. She harbors no hatred toward the Horde, but, of course, wouldn't get along with the "lok'tar, smahs all humies" types that'd kill any Alliance character on sight.

Here's her character profile from the Persistent Worlds forum. I'd be fine with new characters, old characters, and anything in between, so long as they're complex and realistic. Character power is going to stay around 2ish, so no Knight-Lord-Regent Sir Matthew Donglebutts, III of the Argent Dawn. I'm also a terrible DM, so I'd like something more character-driven. If someone else would like to DM, though, we could discuss it.

Now, about that +18 tag. I don't expect the scene to involve anything too adult, but Miri herself has a massive...personality. The profile should make it clear. There's nothing too explicit on the profipe, either, so don't worry.

Leave a message if you're interested, and we can start brainstorming!

Between the hammer and the anvil

I'm sorry, guys, but I'm having trouble focusing on this RP. x.x Would anyone mind if Miri was made into an NPC or put on a bus for the rest of the scene? Dealing with a mixture of irl stuff, as well as other RPs I'm more invested in.

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Oh dear. :c I'd love to continue this scene, but I'm in no position to DM, myself.

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Olive's mouth hung open for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts. "Wh-...Ah, no, arcanist, yeah. Not...Anarchist. Two totally different things. It's...I guess it's just a fancy word for 'mage', really.
Arcane magic." She took a moment to brush a wispy lock of dark hair from her eyes and briefly readjust her spectacles before continuing. "It's...kind of weird, really, just...suddenly having this knowledge, you know? I-It's, like...Years of studying and practice of something that'd be nonsense back home, but...here, it's...well, it's not nonsense, it's..." She chuckled weakly and shook her head. "I'm rambling. Sorry."

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Olive slouched, then peeled the tablet away from her chest to peer at the number again. "W-...Well...Fine. I-I guess." She shuffled away from the group and glanced around for a moment, before spotting the weird fish guy chatting with some decidedly non-fish guys. Inhale...exhale...Just relax, and introduce yourself. She stepped over. "Ah...Group three?" She flashed her tablet, a bold 3 glowing out the front. "O-Olive Bishop. Arcanist." She briefly shot Aear a nervous sideways glance before shuffling a few inches away.

Between the hammer and the anvil

Miri seemed to have a chance at escape, but Kayden didn't have time to help her up.

@POOHEAD189

When did Miri fall down? O.o

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Alright, fixed. Sorry, my bad! ^-^;

I've edited my old post just to change the 1 to a 3, and edited my most recent post to take that change into account. I should also mention I'm all for Willow just being all "OI, STRINGBEAN, YOU'RE IN GROUP THREE, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM GROUP TWO", just figured it'd fit Olive to try and sneakily make things better for herself, heh.

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Isn't your character actually in team three?

@Leaves

W-We were assigned groups? o.o When?

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Olive's shoulders slumped as Forrest turned her away. She held her tablet tighter, blocking the view of the "screen" with her chest. "No,
no, I-I'm totally two." She lowered her voice and leaned in a bit. "I mean, you guys look nice. Come on, nobody's gonna ask..." She briefly glanced over her shoulder at Willow, then back to Forrest. "And I...kinda just w-wanna stay away from that, uh, fish guy. He looks...I-I dunno, weird." She slumped her shoulders meekly.

(Fixed.)

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Olive took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then shouted atop the din of the others. "Number two? Where?" She briefly glanced around at the others, then pointed a hand toward Forrest. "What did you have, again? Two?" The scrawny elf started shimmying and shuffling through the crowd of others trying to find their own groups, while also trying to keep one arm around the tablet, with the face of it turned inward. On the tabet's face, glowing against her chest, was a bold number 3.

(Fixed.)