Damn, I lost the game...
But also interested.
But also interested.
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Name: Rhys
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
Gender: Dude
Age: Legal to drink anywhere in the world
Class: Samurai
Abilities:
Argest Allegory - Writes a roleplay that blinds all foes because the font is too bright.
Oaken Onslaught - Cleaves the horizon with an axe. Super effective against firewood.
False Flight - Jumps so high it seems like flying, but only if you can't see the wire in the background.
Cordial Connection - Magically connects to any WiFi access point, as long as it has no password.
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@Ghost Queen You're missing out on some seriously good RP here :o
At the older man's demand to remove his mask, Augustus felt panic welling inside him. No, he thought. No, I can't take it of. They won't make me take it off.
"Good people, please," he said as the youth pointed a rifle at his chest. "This mask protects me from the plague, and if you insist I take it off, I must decline. I am not here to deceive you. This is how I have survived for so long." Augustus stepped away from the group, slowly dropping his bag from his shoulder. He reached in with one hand, the other still in the air, and removed a single rose. "See? I place these in the mask. They have antibodies against the plague. Roses, against the Rose Plague." The man stopped, laughing loudly. "Ironic, isn't it? The very thing we named it after is how to fight it." He let the rose drop into his bag, then returned his hands to the air. "I am a scientist, and a doctor. I can help you."
At that, Augustus took a deep breath, looking at each of the other people in turn. And if you don't agree to this, he thought, I will simply leave. I have no obligation here.
"I have no weapons spare my knives," Augustus continued. "I am hopelessly outgunned. I pose no threat. Let me take you to the girl's brother."
@SweetOwlette@hagroden
"Good people, please," he said as the youth pointed a rifle at his chest. "This mask protects me from the plague, and if you insist I take it off, I must decline. I am not here to deceive you. This is how I have survived for so long." Augustus stepped away from the group, slowly dropping his bag from his shoulder. He reached in with one hand, the other still in the air, and removed a single rose. "See? I place these in the mask. They have antibodies against the plague. Roses, against the Rose Plague." The man stopped, laughing loudly. "Ironic, isn't it? The very thing we named it after is how to fight it." He let the rose drop into his bag, then returned his hands to the air. "I am a scientist, and a doctor. I can help you."
At that, Augustus took a deep breath, looking at each of the other people in turn. And if you don't agree to this, he thought, I will simply leave. I have no obligation here.
"I have no weapons spare my knives," Augustus continued. "I am hopelessly outgunned. I pose no threat. Let me take you to the girl's brother."
@SweetOwlette@hagroden
Orren jumped at Evelyn's mention of sausage, immediately realizing what had been bothering him. He felt half-starved. The scent of fire-roasted meat had been poking the back of his mouth, but he had not noticed it until then. When his tutor left, Orren's head spun to Rhoo.
"Meat!" he said, smiling. He enjoyed that word, too. It was a simple word for one of the most important things in life. "Meat, Rhoo! We should go." He did not wait, heeding Evelyn's warning about the food's waning quantity. He stalked down the rest of the way to the main hall.
The sheer number of people intimidated him as it did every day. Too many factors, too many dangers, impossible to keep track of them all. That was another lesson he had been learning: how to trust in your comrades. He never before had such a thing. In this, however, he looked to the wolves once again. He tried to visualize them as a pack - an absurdly large one - and this also served to aid him in learning the guild's hierarchy. He knew he was above most of the lot, the servants, the watchmen, and the newcomers. He knew he held similar footing to the other slayers, like Rhoo. Evelyn was above him in the pack, being the daughter of the guild master, and that earned her Orren's nickname.
Then there was the master himself. Orren had seldom witnessed Master D'Orion, and the times he did were never pleasurable. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise every time, and had to fight the urge to bare his teeth. Maybe it was the wolf thing again, and Orren could not accept him as leader. Or maybe it was the simple cold hostility the man exuded. He could not tell.
Orren fought his wariness away with determination. He quickly locked on to a young man delivering several bowls of sausage and approached him, snatching two greasy wooden plates from the tray. He bounded away, ignoring the man's protest. Whoever they were intended for, they belonged to Orren now. Or they did as soon as he could get them into his mouth. It was not long ago when the woodsman would simply growl and bear down on others until they handed their meals over. He had quickly learned that that was not the way of the civilized. Feigning ignorance, however, was an acceptable substitute.
Orren found himself an empty corner of the long tables placed throughout the hall. He nearly inhaled his food the instant he sat. He had no idea intestines could taste so good. He usually left them for the dogs. Whatever medley of meat composed these "sausages", it was not something Orren had ever tasted, but was nonetheless delicious beyond his meager vocabulary. They were made even better by the fact that he did not have to cook them himself.
As he ate, he watched the people before him, pondering the day and what it had in store. He had often wondered this since joining the Sodality. No longer required to seek food or water, he had ample free time, and usually spent it simply wandering the guild hall and the nearby mountains. It had been too long since they had a good hunt.
@ravenDivinity Sorry! We can always be the twin Vs if you want. :P I wasn't worried about powerplaying or anything, and in fact believe the GM is entitled to at least a little bit of a bonus since it is their own plot in essence. I was just hoping we'd have an extra player in you. Good to hear it.
@deadpixel101 You took both violin and fencing right out of my mouth, damn you. I'll have to readjust xD
@ravenDivinity I have a question for you as well. Are you taking part in this as a character?
Name: Vincent Stentz
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Vincent is a slender youth, and tall, just over six feet and long of limb and neck. Waves of blonde hair lay combed atop his head, tapering short near his neck and ears. His face is somewhat feminine, with large brown eyes and a narrow jaw, and he has a strong, straight nose. He seems to wear a perpetual scowl, his gaze appraising everything it meets. He can often be seen wearing a suit vest and tie, casual dress pants and polished shoes, and a double-breasted coat in the cold season.
Personality: Vincent is a generally cold and calculating individual. He is fairly self-interested, but not uncaring. He simply understands his limits, and chooses to focus his efforts on things more palpable. Vincent's intelligence is exceptional, and his conversations are often extremely brief unless adequately challenging. He is utterly confident in his motivations and abilities, and does not hesitate to show his superiority over others. He favors those with ability, and those who look to him for instruction and tutelage, though dislikes men and women with similar capability to his own, as he is very competitive. While he is strong of mind, Vincent has a hard time forming bonds with others, and is often disliked. He buys loyalty rather than earns it, and such loyalties are often weak. He is headstrong, incapable of resisting a challenge, too demanding of others, and does not often take other perspectives into consideration.
Skills: Vincent is most primarily an expert of strategy, having spent his youth engrossed in the game of chess. He is knowledgeable on warfare, both modern and ancient, and possesses a wealth of knowledge on military history. He is quick of mind and analytical, and a great problem-solver. Aside from mental pursuits, Vincent has explored several physical activities, most dominantly horseback riding and tennis. He is quite comfortable competing in either.
Biography: Vincent's is a story not unknown to most of Seattle's upper class. His family name is known to many, the Stentzs being the proprietors of dozens of facilities throughout the city. Aside from being a major importer, they own many medical centres, factories, hardware stores and contracting companies. As such, Vincent was given a life of privilege and possession, and he was never left wanting for anything, except the possibility of a loving family.
Vincent never knew his mother. She was one of his father's many wives, and after his birth, left the family and did not return. None of Mr. Stentz's other wives had children, and Vincent's father was often away, leaving his son in the care of a cycle of caregivers. In fact, the only time Vincent ever spent with his father was during his lessons in business and entrepreneurship.
Vincent found his only companionship in the classroom of a highly-esteemed private school. His classmates had ripped him from a sheltered life, introducing him to delinquency. His teenage years were spent on the street among drugs, sex and alcohol, and some minor crime, though his connections always saved him from consequence. This time helped him develop independence and perspective, and he carried those perspectives through to adulthood.
Presently, Vincent seeks to establish further lucrative connections, both legal and otherwise, while simultaneously undermining his father to usurp his position as head of the Stentz family. But one fact weighs heavily than all others: Vincent's life has become dreadfully boring.
@ravenDivinity I have a question for you as well. Are you taking part in this as a character?
Name: Vincent Stentz
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Vincent is a slender youth, and tall, just over six feet and long of limb and neck. Waves of blonde hair lay combed atop his head, tapering short near his neck and ears. His face is somewhat feminine, with large brown eyes and a narrow jaw, and he has a strong, straight nose. He seems to wear a perpetual scowl, his gaze appraising everything it meets. He can often be seen wearing a suit vest and tie, casual dress pants and polished shoes, and a double-breasted coat in the cold season.
Personality: Vincent is a generally cold and calculating individual. He is fairly self-interested, but not uncaring. He simply understands his limits, and chooses to focus his efforts on things more palpable. Vincent's intelligence is exceptional, and his conversations are often extremely brief unless adequately challenging. He is utterly confident in his motivations and abilities, and does not hesitate to show his superiority over others. He favors those with ability, and those who look to him for instruction and tutelage, though dislikes men and women with similar capability to his own, as he is very competitive. While he is strong of mind, Vincent has a hard time forming bonds with others, and is often disliked. He buys loyalty rather than earns it, and such loyalties are often weak. He is headstrong, incapable of resisting a challenge, too demanding of others, and does not often take other perspectives into consideration.
Skills: Vincent is most primarily an expert of strategy, having spent his youth engrossed in the game of chess. He is knowledgeable on warfare, both modern and ancient, and possesses a wealth of knowledge on military history. He is quick of mind and analytical, and a great problem-solver. Aside from mental pursuits, Vincent has explored several physical activities, most dominantly horseback riding and tennis. He is quite comfortable competing in either.
Biography: Vincent's is a story not unknown to most of Seattle's upper class. His family name is known to many, the Stentzs being the proprietors of dozens of facilities throughout the city. Aside from being a major importer, they own many medical centres, factories, hardware stores and contracting companies. As such, Vincent was given a life of privilege and possession, and he was never left wanting for anything, except the possibility of a loving family.
Vincent never knew his mother. She was one of his father's many wives, and after his birth, left the family and did not return. None of Mr. Stentz's other wives had children, and Vincent's father was often away, leaving his son in the care of a cycle of caregivers. In fact, the only time Vincent ever spent with his father was during his lessons in business and entrepreneurship.
Vincent found his only companionship in the classroom of a highly-esteemed private school. His classmates had ripped him from a sheltered life, introducing him to delinquency. His teenage years were spent on the street among drugs, sex and alcohol, and some minor crime, though his connections always saved him from consequence. This time helped him develop independence and perspective, and he carried those perspectives through to adulthood.
Presently, Vincent seeks to establish further lucrative connections, both legal and otherwise, while simultaneously undermining his father to usurp his position as head of the Stentz family. But one fact weighs heavily than all others: Vincent's life has become dreadfully boring.
Yesterday you all said tomorrow. So get in this thread. JUST. DO IT.
@CAS A fellow woodsman? What's the occasion?
@Cuccoruler It WILL BE. DO IT. Don't let your dreams be dreams.
@SweetOwlette@XxLyraxX I'll probably take control of Orion and Estelle if we don't get a post soon. Just a warning right now, they will probably die before too long.
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