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Since Sloth told me it was cool to put up half-finished work:

@Inkarnate

Just because I'm a Big Baller and put up half-finished sheets because I can doesn't mean I told your bitch ass to do it. God, get this filth out of my face.

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The Boy, the Byth, the Begend

Name: Benjamin Robert "Benji" Hayes

Age: 16 (B. 1918)

Appearance: It is clearly evident to anyone who lays eyes upon Benji that he has been a man, or rather boy, of the tracks for some time. His clothes are weathered, his face unshaven and his brown hair grows unkempt down to his shoulders. Though it cannot be denied that he carries a sense of weariness thanks to his newfound position of fending for himself, his gray eyes and sheepish grin still lend a somewhat boyish quality about him. Benji's most noticeable piece of clothing is an armed forces jacket inherited from his father that hangs loose on his 5'3" frame. The only other apparel Benji seems to own (other than his farmhand's uniform) are a plain white shirt, a faded pair of blue jeans, and a set of work boots.

Personality: As one might expect given the past year or so of his life, Benjamin Hayes is a reserved and generally quiet boy of sixteen years. He's done what he's been told and proven to be well mannered and a hard worker. He didn't have the luxury of a long mourning period upon his mother's passing, and as such he learned very quickly the turmoil of being an orphan on the road.

Oddly, this has not seemed to affect Benji's demeanor. Even as a child Benji had been a gentle soul, and his mother ensured he knew the value of kindness, even to those less advantaged to themselves. Some would say Benji is kind to a fault, letting himself go hungry so a younger child could eat, and so on. He believes that, eventually, the Lord will reward him for his kindness during such trying times as these. He has to. Such belief is one of the few things keeping Benji going on his journey through transience, and so far, his faith has typically been rewarded.

Hopefully the universe won't see fit to destroy such innocence.

History: Born in the town of Rockport to an English teacher, Benji never had the opportunity to know his father, conceived on the eve of one Charlie Hayes' deployment to France in the Great War. Aside from this, Benji's youth was practically mundane. He took regular trips to Flemington to visit his grandparents, caused only a little bit more trouble at school than your usual student, and went to confession once a month at his local place of worship. Like everyone else however, this changed once the Great Depression began in earnest.

Upon the stock market crash in 1929, Benjamin's mother, Mary, was forced to take up any odd job she could find around town in order to support herself and her son, and while Benji was still young and naive enough to enjoy the almost daily trips to the local soup kitchen, Mary worked herself to the point of exhaustion, and only a few years into the Depression came down with what prove to be a lethal case of tuberculosis. While she had attempted to find an orphanage to take Benjamin in during her final days, it seemed all such establishments were full, and upon her death in the summer of 1933, Benji was left to fend for himself.

Without his mother's guidance, Benji has drifted from town to town along the railway in Georgia, relying on whatever kindness he could find from strangers and working whatever jobs he could find available. Recently, he heard of a farmstead taking on hands in Cypress Hollow, and traveled their with a group of his fellow homeless. He found himself one of the lucky few to be taken on by the Tackett Family, and believes he has now found the ideal spot to ride out the rest of the Depression and, potentially, a career.

Speech Color: Forest Green

Traits:
Agile - You are quick and light on your feet. +1
Local - You are knowledgeable of Florida's landscape, including towns and local shortcuts. +1
Observant - You are better at noticing traps, as well as your enemies' weaknesses. +1
Quick-Thinking - You can make use of improvised weapons, such as bottles, broomsticks, and fire. +3

Weak - You are not physically strong. -1
Churchgoing - You are of the righteous sort who might hesitate to kill. -2
Skittish - You frighten easily, and have trouble keeping your cool in stressful situations. -2

Total: +1

Inventory:
A single dog tag reading "Charles Hayes"
A simple Swiss army knife

Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

Question: What's the most Common language in the Hundred Kingdoms?

@Raijinslayer

Considering its position as something of a border region between the Scavenger Lands and "the East", I imagine it'd be a pretty even split between Riverspeak and Forest-tongue (dependent on whichever side of the area you're on, of course), with some smatterings of the various Realm languages thanks to Greyfalls and the efforts of any Immaculate Monks in the area.

But it's not my game so don't take my word for gospel. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

EDIT:

Also just found someone saying gwyns home town has a different language than sky tongue and rip me if that is so. Anyway I'm going to sleep.

@Kirah

I'm like 95% certain that, as a city in the North, Gethamane's main language is Skytongue.

Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

@Sola

Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

disgusted noise "Filthy Anathema savages."

Heroic mortal Dynast goil will be up l8r tonight.

@Raijinslayer

@Raijinslayer I mean Gwyn had the same opinion till about like 6 months ago... then she was like weeeeelll FML

@Kirah

Y'all talk that good shit about Anathema til it turns out you one of us now, fam.

Besides, the Elemental Dragons are bitch made. Drop those zeroes and get with the heroes.

Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

I've still got a couple of things to finish in this thing, but hey, the most important bits are sort of done, and somebody's got to get this show started, right?

Did somebody ask for a Blissful Sage?

Name:
Meymun

Second Name:
Joyful Monkey of the Emerald Forest

Exaltation:
Casteless Lunar

Spirit Shape:
Emerald Monkey

Limit Break:
I'd just put down all the stuff for the Curse of the Drunken Monkey here if I could get away with it

Gender:
Male

Age:
23
_{Subject to change because I can't make up my mind}

Birthplace:
The city of Mahalanka in the Eastern Forests of Creation

_{Raised primarily in the city of Kajeth in the Republic of Halta}

Appearance:
Due to his history as an orphaned thief in a nation of tree-dwelling mortals and talking animals, it comes as no surprise to most people that Meymun doesn't quite fit the image of the "civilized" folk. He retains only a single set of loose fitting and altogether tattered clothes covered in dirt, grass, and moss stains. Like most Haltans, he prefers to go barefoot, even if most commoners might balk at his prehensile feet.

Most notably, all of Meymun's hair has changed color after his Exaltation. Whereas before it was patently obvious he was no native Haltan due to his shaggy orange mop, the blessing of Luna has dyed everything from the shoulder-length hair on his head to the fur on his feet the same shade of green as that of his Spirit Shape, the Emerald Monkey. While this helps him blend in to a Haltan crowd extremely well, it makes him stick out like a sore thumb most everywhere else unless he happens to be surrounded by a group of Wood Aspected Dragon-Bloods. Not exactly a situation a Lunar would like to be in.

Aside from that obvious tell, Meymun's Exaltation has done wonders for his previously malnourished physique, even if he no longer appears fully human by most standards. Most obviously, Meymun has a pearly white snaggle-toothed fang on the left side of his mouth. His previously rail-thin limbs have become full-bodied overnight, and his previously gaunt features have filled in in such a way that would put even career soldiers to shame.

Sadly, not even the blessing of a Celestial Incarnae could hide the rather ape like quality of Meymun's facial structure. Maybe such a thing was foreshadowing his destiny as a member of Luna's Chosen. At least, that's what he'd like to think.

Gear:
Seeing as he was only recently Exalted, Meymun has yet to track down any of his past lives' artifacts or belongings

Skills:
As one might expect of a Haltan, Meymun is an extremely adept climber and gatherer, having lived on the elevated platforms of Kajeth and Chanta for much of his youth, surviving on whatever nuts, berries, and edible moss he could poach from Haltan farmers and their Emerald Monkeys.

A former apprentice to a Great Ape merchant in Kajeth, Meymun was taught Riverspeak as a second language, and is capable of reading and speaking it fluently, if with something of a Haltan accent.

Though he was eventually caught and exiled to the depths of the Haltan forests, Meymun is an effective thief and pickpocket.

Unbeknownst to him, Meymun's recent Exaltation has also imparted a somewhat subconscious knowledge of hand to hand combat in him. Though his lack of experience and utter lack of formal training is fairly obvious to any dedicated martial artist, being a Celestial Exalt will more than make up for this detriment in most cases.

Intimacies:
Locate the resurrected Solar with whom he shares a Soul Bond
Avenge the death of his adopted father at the hands of the Guild
Liberate the city of Sperimin from Raksi, the Queen of Fangs
Retrieve as many lost artifacts of his First Age life as possible
Explore the length of Creation

Personality:
Don't worry I've got all in my head it's just a matter of putting it to words.

Biography:
Meymun knows precious little of his origin other than that he was born to human parents who could not keep him, and thus was taken in by a Great Ape named Maipa. Unknown to him, Meymun was born to a pair of mortals in the City of A Thousand Golden Delights. Not wanting to see their only child cannibalized by the Queen of Fangs, Meymun's parents pleaded with a traveling Haltan merchant to smuggle their son out of Mahalanka. The merchant agreed, and Meymun found his way to Kajeth in the Haltan Republic. Whether or not Raksi ever discovered this deception and dealt with the perpetrators is anyone's guess.

During his years in Kajeth, Meymun learned the woodcarving trade and the basic skills of life from his adopted father and acted as the go between for Maipa and his foreign patrons who weren't quite accustomed to doing business with a talking Great Ape. Life, for the most part, was great. That was, until Maipa was killed by his so-called "business partners" from the Guild.

Finding his guardian dead after a hard day's work, Meymun reported what he could to the Haltan authorities, and while he likely could've found work as another woodcarver's apprentice, the young boy swiftly found himself as part of the urban poor. Thus began his formative years as a petty thief and conman.

Surviving on whatever food he could poach from unsuspecting farmers and sleeping in whatever Redwood branch he could find unoccupied, Meymun fell in with other young Haltan criminals and developed quite the array of thieving skills. Foreign targets were particularly easy, seeing as they could never give chase to him for long on the elevated platforms and tree branches that served as the streets and roads of Halta. However, even the most skilled of pickpockets is going to slip up eventually, and at the age of twenty, Meymun was finally caught by the Kajeth town guard and escorted to the capital city of Chanta for trial.

Upon his arrival and his subsequent inability to pay the fine for petty theft, it was discovered that Meymun had never completed the Haltan Test of Survival. As this rendered him not a legal adult, the council was at a loss for what to do with the young man, as they were now unable to legally send him into servitude in the Haltan army. It did not take the elders long to simply send Meymun into the forests of Halta to undergo an impromptu Test of Survival, only without the traditional knife, blanket, or waterskin.

He was soon set upon by bandits and beasts alike, but, when it seemed like all was lost, Meymun received his Exaltation from Luna. He made short work of his assailants with his newfound powers and monstrous warform.

Overcome with a newfound wanderlust, and seeing as he no longer had anything tying him to the Haltan Republic, Meymun found his way out of the forests and has begun making his way into the Hundred Kingdoms of the Scavenger Lands, no longer the orphan thief he once was, but as the newest member of the Lunar Exalted.

Other:
Basically designed solely because I dig the Celestial Monkey Style from the Scroll of the Monk, and every anime inspired anything needs a Sun Wukong expy.

Also note that effectively all of my Exalted knowledge comes from Second Edition, so if anything's out of date or what not, that's my bad.

Of Mice and Men and Zombies

Oboi.

Exalted: Lullaby of a Dying Realm

I'm currently working on the (completely wacky) idea of a newly Exalted, and subsequently Casteless, Lunar who was born in the city of Mahalanka (or Sperimin) but was spirited away by his parents rather than being eaten by Raksi and who essentially got raised by Great Apes and Emerald Monkeys in a giant rip-off of homage to Journey to the West.

Alternatively, I could opt into being a Dragon-Blood or something marginally less zany.

Where's my Solar who Exalted via sailing through a hurricane to escape the Lintha.

Exalted

Did somebody say put all the Exalted sourcebooks you have onto a Google Drive? No? Well I did. Y'know. Just in case.

Warning: Sheer amount of books may or may not overwhelm most viewers.

Exalted

Not like the concept in question is an extremely obvious reference or anything.

Knowing that that's probably too stupid, I'll have a think on it and see what I can come up with.