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I have been actively roleplaying for around 18 years now, since age 15. Which, as you might have guessed, makes me 33. I've done most of my rping on forums, averaging 2 to 4 paragraphs. Though I also LARP, and have played D&D for about 17 years. Real life has become a larger part of my life though, so my activity has lessened. Even so, I don't think I'll ever stop rping. :)

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Jacob noticed a rather peculiar woman walking in. She wasn't usually the type to come to a bar like this. And though he wasn't nearly always there, he certainly didn't recognize her. And so didn't Powell from the looks of it. Though what piqued his interest was whe nshe posted a note on the bulletin board. This bar was on the surface of the island, so no one would be stupid enough to post blatantly illegal jobs here. And the ones that were only just posted had a far higher chance to be good, or at least decent. So Jacob was quick to get up, beer still in hand, and walk over to the newly posted note.

"Captain needed...needs transport...percentage of the cut huh?" Jacob mumbled softly to himself. The man thought deeply for a few moments before turning to his furry pet. "What do you think Peanut?" The Fennec Fox chirped in response. Which was somehow enough to convince him. "All right~" He spoke, taking the notice off of the board and walking back over to the bar. As he took a large swig he sat down right next to the woman whom had just posted the note and glanced at her.

"Do give me an indication of how much I can earn with this. If I like what I hear you might have a captain for your job right away." He flashed a bright smile, though still didn't turn all the way towards the woman. Of course Jacob wanted to know at least a bit more about this job than just what was on the note. After all, there were still people who tried to sneak in dirty jobs along with the legal and grey area jobs in this place.
Ahh, yea, that can definitely keep you busy. ^^;; Well, hoping to see your post soon~
You didn't forget about lil' old me did you? ^^;;
Eh, social groups. I'm personally not that keen on meeting strangers in such a way. If it's through work, through other friends or other such things then okay. But I'd never actively start looking for people to meet.

Then again, I'm a bit of a loner that has had no problem being alone at home 90% of the time for 10 years straight. xD
Just like many before it, another airship entered the port of the small outlaw town of Aersummit. This town was divided up into two areas. First there was the area on top of the sky island, about a kilometre in length and half a kilometre in width. Small houses made of wood, scrap metal and rope littered the area, creating a maze of alleys and small open areas where people met. Both ends of the island were instead occupied by larger buildings made of mostly stone and some metal. These were the most important areas as this was where trade happened. A hotel, some shops, a tavern or two, and of course the docks were found in these areas. Bounty hunters, scavengers and traders met up here to do their business. And then there was the literal underbelly. A few spots had wooden walkways going down to below the surface of the sky island. There, houses were build against and into the cliffs. Most people stayed away from this area. And it wasn't because there was nothing but the clouds below them. This was the area where the true outlaws were found. Thieves, pirates, treasure hunters, slavers, and traders that operated in the black market.

The airship that had just arrived looked rather old. It still seemed to work just fine, but it had certainly been in use for more than one generation. Most people would have probably tried to buy a new ship by now, but not the owner of this ship. After it's mooring lines had been secured by the dock workers, out stepped a younger looking man with a bright smile on his lips. A moment later a small Fennec Fox ran out as well, before quickly jumping onto the man's back and moving kind of curl around his neck. The man approached one of the dock's managers that was waiting for him at the bottom of his boarding plank. Still with the same bright smile he greeted the worker before the worker could even ask for his name. "Good afternoon sir! Jacob Welsh's the name. And this little guy is Peanut." The manager raised a brow, but only nodded in response. After writing down Jacob's name the manager finally spoke. "Welcome to Aersummit, Jacob. State your business and intended length of stay please." "Mhh..." Jacob muttered as he thought. "Well, I plan to find some work to do, and I'll probably stay until tomorrow morning, though it depends on if I can indeed find work." The manager nodded. "Very well, it's 75 dollars for the first day, and 100 dollars for each extra day." Jacob didn't even wait for the man to explain. He already reached into his pocket and took out a 50, 20 and 5 dollar bill and handed it to the man. The manager nodded, taking the money. "I see you've been here before." Jacob nodded in return. "I'm a regular, actually. But I'm used to no one remembering my face at the docks. Anyway, time's short so I'm off to find work!" The manager nodded disinterestedly as he put the money away, turning his attention back to his work again.

Jacob knew this town like the back of his pocket. It was his main base of operations outside of his airship, you could say. So he had no problem finding the tavern closest to where he was. His plan was to stay in the upper area for now since if possible he wanted to keep his work legal. But he still needed to bring food to his and his pet's plate, so if things didn't work out he would head to the lower area in the evening.

Soon he found himself stepping into a building; The trumpet bar. Apparently the name came from the previous owner's love for playing the trumpet. Though that man had passed away a few years ago. "Powell! Pour me a Brutal black will ya~" Jacob spoke as he sat down at the bar. It was basically just a strong dark beer. People in this place just liked giving drinks though sounding names to make themselves look though when ordering. "Jacob, ya sly bastard! Came to make trouble again have ya?" The barkeep replied, moving to pour the man his drink. "Hey, I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble looks for me!" Both laughed heartily. Jacob was a regular at this place. And while it was indeed true that he tended to get himself into trouble, for Powell it was just a way of greeting a friend.
My character:
Name: Jacob Walsh
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: deviantart.com/art/Contest-Prize-Hard…
Ship: i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/ba/c7/0dbac7c716…
It has 2 bedrooms, a kitchen/dining room, an engine/atlas crystal room of course, a recreation deck with a round and mostly glass roof and walls at the front, and a cargo hold at the bottom back. There is also a deck to walk outside above the recreation room. Steering can be done both from inside the recreation room and on the roof in the centre of the ship. Also, this ship's crystal works on coal or other such materials instead of the ones working on electricity in more expensive ships. As in, the crystal just sits in a large furnace and as long as you have something you can burn in there the ship can keep flying.

My guy will be a treasure hunter/scavenger from a family of treasure hunters. Both his parents used to own the ship he has now. But they managed to get enough money to buy a new one, and he got this one as a gift on his 18th birthday. At first he flew together with his parents, but eventually he started going out on his own. And now he flies on his own entirely, though he still visits his parents every now and then. Or sees them at treasure hunter/scavenger/bounty hunter hangouts at times.

Equipment:
-6 shot revolver, going more for destructive power than accuracy or range.
-Goggles to protect against the wind.
-Mechanical grappling hook that can attach and detach itself on command.
-A lead pipe for use as melee weapon - he plans to save up for a proper melee weapon.
-Gatling gun mounted on top of the deck which uses armour-shredding rounds for anti-air defence.
Will see to a post after work today. ^^ (I hate working on Saturdays. >.>)
My inspiration isn't back yet, but I'm starting to get a bit interested in rping again. So that's a good sign. ^^; Hopefully I'll start posting again soon.
Aww man, that sucks...the not together any more part I mean. Good that you're doing 'okay' though I guess. ^^;;
Sorry to say, but I've lost inspiration for rping lately... That doesn't mean I want to stop. I just need some time to get my muse back. :)
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