In-depth characters and in-depth backgrounds aren't the same thing. As long as a background satisfactorily explains why the complex character is complex, it can be as simple a background as 'one paragraph summary of pre-event life, one paragraph on the event that made be complex, one paragraph of summary of life since.'
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"You've clearly never seen an Elven archer shoot," replied Duncan, chuckling with sheepish humility. "I'd call my level of skill intermediate, or at the very least, there is a mountain of talent between me and the best archers I personally know. I can't even get guaranteed bullseyes shooting ride-by, which is inexcusable for an adult Centaur. I like to take my time with each arrow. Besides, you're one to lay it on thick. I don't know anybody under the age of 21 over in England who's half as good at close-quarters fighting as you were, and I mean that."
Duncan sat down with a plate in one hand which held an average, balanced human-sized meal, and a bowl in the other, twice the size, full of lettuce, carrots and chopped apple. When Roland nudged him and pointed out Circe and her new spider friend, Duncan also grinned. "Her friend's also pretty cute. Just my size, too," replied Duncan, winking back. "After you, my good man!"
The moment he said that, a teacher sat down on the seat besides the Arachnid. Duncan groaned, and looked back at Roland. "Trust our luck. I'm still gonna try and sit nearby, though."
@Awesomoman64@Ryonara@Cerces22
When Yurius asked what the potions in front of him were, she didn't answer, and just smiled. Revenge was sweet. Sweeter the potions she'd had to make last year, before the start of every single day that Yurius was likely to cut himself for the adrenaline boost during his classes, which was most days he had combat classes. She hoped that some of these potions were of a very poor quality and potency. The thought of him needing to heal after another fight, drinking from his flask a foul, battery-like tasting drink, and it didn't even heal him very well. Why, that image alone made all her toil worth it. Almost.
One does not simply receive free gifts and favours from a Witch. There is always payment.
As Mako observed him, she was the picture postcard image of sweet, with her eyes closed and her smile. She looked like a mom about to bake cookies. But a picture wouldn't have been able to capture the hidden subconscious feeling that you were facing a sly creature. A picture couldn't convey her thick dark aura. Nobody in the staffroom could deny that Mako was good, and kind, and cared about the students, but nobody would add 'trustworthy' to that list of positives.
She giggled at his reaction to the coffee potion, though, and took it from his hands. "You won't have to take that one. I prefer it's flavour, anyway." she reassured him, though her words hinted that he'd have to take the rest, and that there would be no batch from Mako's own cauldron today. While he drank, she took notes on the healing potency of the potions, until Yuris was fully healed, before he'd finished all of them, so for the rest of the students' potions, she simply noted 'Healing potency: probably average' and then shoved her notebook back in her desk.
At Yurius' invitation to lunch, she smiled and stood up. Now that payback had been had, she almost felt that she owed him as much. "Of course! Who could turn down an invitation like that?"
@Conscripts
Actually, if Mako were there, she's summarise that the coffee was normal, and for the past god knows how many years, Tholl's been served decaf XD
Good villains can be good villains even if I think "I cannot relate to this person, sympathies with this person or see any of myself in this person at all, or if I can, it's not enough for me to overlook that they're pure mad/pure evil/a pure bastard"
I usually have an idea of who my character is before I play them, but putting it into words before I've got their personality nailed down through roleplaying enough to sum it up with the correct words...there may be errors and contradictions.
If I HAVE to know my character and their arc well enough to fill out CS sections with words before I've even played them, I probably won't join that rp. Not my style.
If I HAVE to know my character and their arc well enough to fill out CS sections with words before I've even played them, I probably won't join that rp. Not my style.
As the students were finished, Mako watched them. The two students of note were Circe, who she already knew was worth keeping an eye on before the class even started, and Sonia, who has very quickly marked herself as another student to watch. Not for any bad reasons. She was just interesting. Of course, the only thing more interesting to Mako than a particularly interesting person in a school full of interesting people, was somebody who appeared totally unremarkable and invisible to the point where other students didn't look up when they walked in late. But Mako noticed. She pretended not to, but oh, She was intrigued by Ceiran Strivelyn. What was his story? Why was he so quiet? Why was such a person in a school for Dawnslayers?
She watched each everyone work. the three interesting ones really stood out. While everybody else started from step one the moment they had finished gathering their materials, Circe made sure to fully understand the theory before she even attempted the practical. Sonia experimented with her tools before beginning. Ceiran also made sure he knew what he was doing with the tools before starting. And their patience and methodical approach paid off. At least for the girls. In Ceiran's case, he didn't even have a potion by the end of class. She wondered if he was cut out for this school at all. From all angles, he struck as a regular, unremarkable, even sub-par human. So what was he doing here? He must have one juicy secret, and Mako suppressed a smile at the thought of finding it out.
Circe was the first finished, and her healing potion was sweet to taste. Blueberries to dilute the bitter taste and make it tart and tangy instead. She was going to be good at home ec. On the topic of taste, Sonia was close to last to finish, but hers was flavored with espresso. That earned brownie points in Mako's book but she would see over the coming weeks whether Sonia was a brown-noser. There was a fine line between pleasing Mako and annoying her with your efforts to please. The last test was their effectiveness as healing potions, and judging from the timetable, the tester for that would be arriving shortly. Once the equipment was cleared and all the students had left Mako waited for the door to open. When it did, she turned and smiled. The attack was a thinly veiled excuse that killed two birds with one stone. The real reason was that she didn't have to make the damn things herself ready for when the P.E. Teacher came knocking.
"Yuri!" She greeted the vampire using the nickname he hated. "Just the man I wanted to see! The students have been making healing potions and I need to test their healing effectiveness! You can start with these two!" Mako then pushed two bottles forward, one was purple. One was the color of coffee.
@Cerces22@Ryonara@Strange Rodent@Conscripts
As Roland stated his powers, Duncan trotted to the weapon rack and took out a large, hefty capped great sword, as well as a bow and training arrows. When Roland have finished and their Vampiric teacher turned to Duncan, he naturally felt quite nervous and unworthy. "I, um, I've had sword training, but my main strength is archery." he stated simply. And no sooner had he gave his complete rundown of his abilities did the fight start. Roland was relentless, and wasn't holding back for fear of hitting the teacher at all. Despite this, the gap in talent and speed was so vast it was hard to comprehend. Duncan felt no guilt in giving his all too, taking aim with his bow. Even though none of his arrows hit their mark, Yurius would note that he'd had to dodge every single one, and if Duncan were fighting a human without a vampire's reflexes, every single arrow would have been a perfect headshot. Even though they were in a battle situation, Duncan was taking his time aiming and allowing for drop, wind and even the enemy's movement.
When his arrows were depleted, Duncan dropped the bow and advanced with his great sword. This was not where his greatest talent lay, and this was obvious. Though he lifted the great sword with far more ease than a boy of his frame should be able to, the by-product of a Centaur's natural biological strength, his attacks were slow, telegraphed and left him wide open. It was a strategy designed to overpower the opponent, and just wouldn't cut it with Yurius or with any of the threats a Dawnslayer may face in the future.
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The Centaur, his face and hair shining with sweat, trotted down the hall. He'd worked up an appetite and a Centaur's appetite was a lot harder to sate than a human's. He was slightly worried that there wouldn't be enough.
@Conscripts@Awesomoman64@TheWindel
After listening to the lengthy account of their mission, Eilidh now had a better understanding of things. Still, the last sentence left her stunned for several seconds. By the time movement had come back to her, the Centaur was already red as a beetroot. This went well beyond flirting. Riding a Centaur was a taboo for all but the Centaur's life partner. After a mere half an hour of being ridden, a centaur female's hormone levels would be very irregular, leading to, heh, very aggressive and erratic behavior.
"N....nnnnnonononono!" Eilidh stammered loudly, flustered. "I have never been ridden in my life! Bast and I do not have that kind of relationship! I don't know how Bast will keep up but it will not be by that method!"
@PaulHaynek@13org
Rebecca's first course of action when backup arrived was to free Emilio by cutting his bonds, then snatching a sword from a down Varjan and sticking it in the ground at his feet. "This is the most aid I can give you right now," she spoke quickly, before turning to the crowd of Varjans approaching them, and stood besides her companions, both Magnus and this strange woman who appeared to be aiding them. They would be stronger fighting together than apart. When the soldiers came into thrust range, Rebecca darted forwards and kept low, trusting Magnus to use his strength to keep them at bay, while she focused on killing them. A poor Order Priestess she would have made if she was squeamish about taking the lives of sinners.
Her estoc's point sailed toward her adversary's heart, every motion of both blade and wielder filled with grace.
@PaulHaynek@The Irish Tree@Restalaan
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