TaroAndSelia
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Returned from a Distant Land
STATUS: As Spring grows, so too does the itch to dream, to imagine, and to create. 7 yrs ago
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- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 486 (0.12 / day)
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- TaroAndSelia 11 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
Most Recent Posts
"I'll give you a tip, mate: stop lying to me. You don't want her to find a man. There's not a man in existence that matches whatever standard you've set up in your wonderfully airy brain. I'm going to step over to the wall here and watch, and I bet you a home-cooked meal that you can't stop yourself from confronting the other princes when they approach your sister." True to his word, Keith withdrew to the wall opposite his sister to watch the scene unfold.
I feel like he should've tried already. Keith would've attacked him were the roles reversed.
Keith scoffed at the sob story. "Please. You've never given another man the chance. If you're going to start throwing out lies, you should make sure they won't hurt your sister. You speak as though she were a broken doll. I can really see the love there," Keith declared with dripping sarcasm. He glanced back and forth between the two for a moment. "So you want to drive all men other than you away, right? Then she'd be all yours. You know what that makes you? A siscon."
Let's fan those flames a little bit...
I'm about average. Nothing to complain about.
I'm about average. Nothing to complain about.
"What's this? Kūki actually wants to start a conflict? What's next, is Mizu going to face up to their murders?" Keith didn't like being interrupted, and the ginger opposite him angered him more than he should have. Keith couldn't say what it was, but he disliked the guy even before this meeting had started. "I was wondering how such a cute girl could have had so little experience with men, but I guess it's because you keep her all to yourself, huh?"
There was just something about the girl that made Keith want to bully her. Just a little. "Kokoro Kūki? Or did I mishear you? Try looking up at me and stating your name firmly." Keith rolled his shoulders back and clasped his hands behind him, letting the front of his vest open a little wider. Because the girl was staring down already, the first thing she would see raising her eyes would be the tanned skin stretched over his abdominals. Then his chest, and then she would reach the self-assured grin on his face.
"You would think, right? We haven't run far enough for it to ever be noticeable, but swinging a sword around is heavy work. Maybe you made the right decision with your class; a bow would be so much lighter." Even using both arms, he had fatigued quickly. His plans for using the sword one-handed weren't looking so good right now. However, now was not the time to stop. Mages were off collecting levels easily (what kind of drain does magic put on a body? He'd have to ask one sometime) while he was feeling sorry for himself. That could never do.
Braden pushed himself to his feet and gave a nod to his teammate. "Alright. Bank, then snakes. Maybe we can grab a third on the way out."
Braden pushed himself to his feet and gave a nod to his teammate. "Alright. Bank, then snakes. Maybe we can grab a third on the way out."
Braden brought his sword down on the first one, then kicked the second because he couldn't re-position his sword quickly enough. "Just one arrow per pheasant!" he called back. "My sword can finish them after that!" He took a peck and returned a sword stroke to finish his first pheasant. The second one pecked at his legs, so he kicked it again. It didn't do much damage, but it was a convenient way to give himself some space. He crouched as he brought his sword around low. "Fury!" It felt like his arms were being pulled by the blade as it cut three times through the pheasant's body. He tipped forward, his balance totally lost, and landed on his hands and knees. He settled back to sit on his heels, letting his arms hang limp. He was tired, that much was for sure. Swinging a sword around was a lot more weight than he had planned on.
But he didn't have time to rest. Daeris was pulling the next pheasants and he needed to be there to finish them. Braden pulled himself to his feet and lifted his sword once again.
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[100 gold, 30 exp, Fowl sword Lv3 - Unique]
A golden glow wrapped around Braden's sword and then burst like a firecracker, announcing he had reached level 4. The pheasants had taken longer than he would've liked.
"This game has a weird sense of humor," Braden commented sitting on the edge of the fountain. He dipped his hands into the cool water and splashed it over his face, basking in the wonderfully refreshing feeling it gave. "Tunnel snakes are past where we were before. Let's split before the Watch notices me." Even though he said that, Braden didn't stand up. His arms were fatigued, so he was happy to leave his sword sheathed and his sore limbs dangling.
But he didn't have time to rest. Daeris was pulling the next pheasants and he needed to be there to finish them. Braden pulled himself to his feet and lifted his sword once again.
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[100 gold, 30 exp, Fowl sword Lv3 - Unique]
A golden glow wrapped around Braden's sword and then burst like a firecracker, announcing he had reached level 4. The pheasants had taken longer than he would've liked.
"This game has a weird sense of humor," Braden commented sitting on the edge of the fountain. He dipped his hands into the cool water and splashed it over his face, basking in the wonderfully refreshing feeling it gave. "Tunnel snakes are past where we were before. Let's split before the Watch notices me." Even though he said that, Braden didn't stand up. His arms were fatigued, so he was happy to leave his sword sheathed and his sore limbs dangling.
Do not, I repeat, do not confuse Keith with this guy. Any similarities are the product of your imagination.
Braden drew his sword with a confident smirk on his face. "We'd better be. We're a good half hour behind now." Looking out over the field, a goodly number of pheasants weren't there. Some little tyke had aggro'd everything he could and run off. That made their job here that much easier; they couldn't attract more than three at the same time. "Five talons apiece, right? You get first shot, I'll keep them off of you." A basic plan, but proven to be the most effective. Considering the odds of a drop, they'd have to kill 20-30 of these feather-brains before they'd both be finished. Even splitting the experience, that'd be level 3. Level 4 if they were really unlucky with drops, but Braden didn't want to waste time on low-gain kills for that long. This shouldn't take more than, what, five minutes?
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