Tyrell had stayed nearby--close enough to see that Joscelin hadn't gotten herself killed yet, at least. She still had to play the hero for a bit longer, though, so he stole away with the intent to stay out of trouble. Fate hadn't let Joscelin down yet, and Tyrell was convinced he wouldn't anytime soon. There wasn't any such kindness shown to Tyrell, though; turning into a new alley, Tyrell found himself facing the girl with the giant scorpion for a puppet that had involved herself with the fight.
"Uh, hey," Tyrell called. He gave her a quick inspection--nothing noticeable, just trying to get a feel for who she was. Her garb suggested the upper class. Though Tyrell wasn't fond of blue bloods, he didn't want to be rude to a girl. That meant he couldn't just walk away now that he'd called out to her. And she had a mark in her favor for stepping into that confrontation. Not that it was the right decision, just that it wasn't what he expected from upperclass snobs. "Nice pet you have there," Tyrell hazarded.
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STATUS: As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create. 7 yrs ago
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As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create.
7 yrs ago
It's Christmas time! Put up the lights, and hold up your light! #LightTheWorld
7 yrs ago
And it's impossible to edit a status. Wonderful. I meant to say my hard drive is down; I'm working out of a flash drive now.
7 yrs ago
Whoops. That's one flash drive destroyed. Kids, take good care of your toys! For those concerned, thank you! I don't have any storage, but I do have access to a browser; roleplaying continues!
7 yrs ago
Driving on my lunch break when a random kid on the sidewalk yells, "It's the internet man! Hi internet man!" Spend the rest of Monday feeling like a champ.
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*Picks up the profile*
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
*Looks at it oddly, as though it vaguely reminds him of something he read once*
*Blows off a mountain of dust*
Ah! That's what this is! It's my old role-player guild account!
Hello, folks, from a friend new and old. Old in that I spent many happy hours fictating way back in Old-Guild before Lost Christmas, and then I spent some time in New-Guild during its beginning development; new in that I've been gone for two years, so a lot of the "faces" I was familiar with back then don't seem to be haunting the place these days. Whether you've known me before or not, I extend to you a hearty greeting and a virtual feast. If you'd like a name shorter than the full one, please call me Taro. I'm rather comfortable with that one.
Well, you didn't come here just to hear about my history. You're probably looking to see what kind of a role-player I am. Truthfully, I'm not totally certain right now; two years without practice does bring on a multitude of changes. Then again, even in those two years I've kept the creative spark fed and fanned, in isolation though it may have been, and I can tell you this much with great certainty:
I like light-hearted laughter, soul-searching questions, and that precipice of commitment.
My favorite settings would be:
High Fantasy
Modern Fantasy
Science Fiction (new worlds, a newer Earth, even just in the immensity of space)
I consider it a given that, where boys and girls coexist in a story, Romance will blossom.
Horror I have a very weak stomach for. (I read the basic instructions for Betrayal at House on the Hill and had to consciously tell myself that night that everything was fine and I would sleep safely. I didn't even play a game; I only read the instructions!)
I stay away from graphic violence, sexual depictions of any nature, and profanities. I'm very much a PG-rated writer; I plan on sharing everything I write as bedtime stories with my kids someday.
I play a convincing dude (I'm sure you never would have guessed that), but a vast majority of my favorite characters are female. So if you have romance in mind, I'm happy to play either party. If you don't want a romance, you will probably have to tell me that plainly. Then I'll just go with what feels right for the story, subject to a few personal whims which I hope will only bolster the plot and development.
I'm very picky as far as my own ideas go. I'll try just about everything I can think of to break the idea in order to insure there are no gaping plot holes. I invite everyone else to examine my ideas in a similar light--different people, different thought processes, different problems discovered--and to offer any compliments or constructive criticisms you have. As part of that, I absolutely love pushing the boundary of an idea as far as it will stretch, or looking for that odd, "I never thought of using it like that" approach to a character's abilities.
What else would I say with this space? I really like old poetry; reading Isaiah gives me the happy trembles. I hope I've presented a fair assessment of my writing style and capabilities through this brief introduction. I love creating--creating characters and bringing them to life from the page; creating worlds filled with fascinating lore and beautiful locales; creating stories, be they narrations of ordinary men and women facing their trials or epics of fated heroes overcoming every obstacle to save Dwarf-kind.
And, in closing, I'm excited for the chance to work with you. I should be able to post daily. PM me anytime, especially if you have a question about anything I've said here or elsewhere, but even if you only want to chat. You could even ask me about my mysterious two-year absence. I'll tell you now that I was in California, but that doesn't really answer the question. I'm happy to talk anytime.
Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet!
-Taro
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Here's my input on the size of the group: I'm more comfortable with smaller groups, and Tyrell isn't a large-group character either. While traveling it isn't a problem, as characters will separate into private conversations and similar. In dungeons, though, I don't like the idea of fifteen people rushing the same goblin. At that time, I'd like to see certain combinations of characters forced apart from the main group, then have everyone meet up later.
Okay, I shall finally announce my return! Saphira has come, but I really have no clue what to do with Ruby.
Saphira pulled at the light-blue fabric, the feeling of the long sleeves covering her arms a strange one. She held it close to her eyes to look at, lowered it to her nose to smell, and even slid the cuff it into her mouth to taste. She spat it back out quickly, shivers running up and down her spine. She went back to just eyeing it curiously for a while longer. After a few minutes, her gaze shifted down to the skirt. It was a darker shade of blue, extending down to the warm boots covering her feet. Her toes were still wiggling inside those, adapting to their new (albeit warm) imprisonment.
Diane sighed as she watched the girl. Since meeting the elf two days ago, Diane had sighed more times than could be counted. The older woman turned back to the cashier, paying for the clothes and a few more outfits. When she'd found Saphira in the forest south of Preicana, the elven girl had been wearing tattered rags. Diane had covered her with a cloak, but a girl needed clothes. Thus the reason they had stopped at this shop before continuing to the College.
Saphira began to move around the store, staring at the colors and rubbing the soft fabrics. Diane couldn't tell if Saphira was acting out of wonder or a simple curiosity about her surroundings. She'd like to think it was the former, but the wood elf's features gave away nothing. Gathering up the bags, Diane called for Saphira and they departed.
It was only a short walk to the College. Even while holding the bags (Diane couldn't allow herself to appear as a porter in public) Saphira's gaze roamed everywhere. Anywhere she looked she saw tall buildings, strange objects, and many, many people. Her eyes and ears soaked it all in, or as much as she could in the tumult of activity. When finally she stood before the doors of the College itself, Saphira was taking deeper breaths. She'd found so much new information, she needed more oxygen in her brain to begin sorting through it all.
Diane ushered her in and toward a group of people gathered at some seats. "Go introduce yourself," the older magess suggested. Saphira replied with a serious nod, padding over to join the others as Diane went to the desk. The elf came to a stop in front of a most curious person. Or animal. She couldn't tell which it was supposed to be, and that's what was curious. It was a boy person, but had fox ears. The boy fox person also held a small fox kit that Saphira watched closely. She spent a few seconds there silently before remembering Diane's order.
"Saphira," the wood elf declared for all to hear. Her eyes watched the fox person and kit expectantly.
Diane sighed as she watched the girl. Since meeting the elf two days ago, Diane had sighed more times than could be counted. The older woman turned back to the cashier, paying for the clothes and a few more outfits. When she'd found Saphira in the forest south of Preicana, the elven girl had been wearing tattered rags. Diane had covered her with a cloak, but a girl needed clothes. Thus the reason they had stopped at this shop before continuing to the College.
Saphira began to move around the store, staring at the colors and rubbing the soft fabrics. Diane couldn't tell if Saphira was acting out of wonder or a simple curiosity about her surroundings. She'd like to think it was the former, but the wood elf's features gave away nothing. Gathering up the bags, Diane called for Saphira and they departed.
It was only a short walk to the College. Even while holding the bags (Diane couldn't allow herself to appear as a porter in public) Saphira's gaze roamed everywhere. Anywhere she looked she saw tall buildings, strange objects, and many, many people. Her eyes and ears soaked it all in, or as much as she could in the tumult of activity. When finally she stood before the doors of the College itself, Saphira was taking deeper breaths. She'd found so much new information, she needed more oxygen in her brain to begin sorting through it all.
Diane ushered her in and toward a group of people gathered at some seats. "Go introduce yourself," the older magess suggested. Saphira replied with a serious nod, padding over to join the others as Diane went to the desk. The elf came to a stop in front of a most curious person. Or animal. She couldn't tell which it was supposed to be, and that's what was curious. It was a boy person, but had fox ears. The boy fox person also held a small fox kit that Saphira watched closely. She spent a few seconds there silently before remembering Diane's order.
"Saphira," the wood elf declared for all to hear. Her eyes watched the fox person and kit expectantly.
Well, he'd stopped by two days before I wrote that.
I left. Sayonara starter village. Daeris is still standing on a floating rock with a decent amount of snakes and pheasants beneath her. Sparky and Merc are there as well. Your newest teammate is cutting through snakes like he's been doing it since he was five.
I'm considering arbitrarily jumping ahead a few days. Since nobody else seems interested in continuing where we are. But since Cantide is back, it would be his call.
I'm considering arbitrarily jumping ahead a few days. Since nobody else seems interested in continuing where we are. But since Cantide is back, it would be his call.
Seriously, Mike? Either bump it here, in the OOC, or make a post yourself.
As a counter to your simplicity, I'd like to suggest ye olde English currency. Four farthings to a penny, twelve pence to a shilling, and twenty shilling to a pound.
Still here. Permission to bring Marta in as a Summoner. I'm not making an official CS yet because she may remain as a minor character.
I must admit, when I first looked at your post, Zico, I thought, "Oh no, it's long." I retract that thought with an apology. I enjoyed reading it.
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