Can your Father still claim you if the Mail Man delivered you?
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I challenge you to a game of Paradox Billiards Vostroyan Roulette Forth Dimentional Hypercube Chess Strip Poker!!!
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So I realized that the highest honor anyone can get is not to get a Nobel Peace prize, nor getting your name taught throughout history. It's being made into an Anime Character with giant boobs.
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So where do I go after Elysium? I just made it through after beating a Chad-dude and his giant burly friend with horns at a break dancing contest.
Bio
About me: I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)
I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.
I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).
PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)
The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.
Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.
What would he change about himself: He wishes he could empathies with people more when they have lost loved ones, their village, or when they feel depressed. As he seemed to have not been hit very hard by such emotions when he lost everything when he was younger. He was defiantly sad when he lost Tecaza, yet he rebounded almost immediately and kept going on as he was. And when his parents died he didn't feel devastated, he felt again sad but he was back to normal almost immediately.
Personality add-ons:
His nature can sometimes be annoying as some people don't always want to watch a happy traveler come through their village and try to be funny or cheer people up even though they just lost some loved ones. Many times it will take three or four times just to get it through to him what they need is someone serious over a man who just wants to make people be happy and for him to have a good time, yet once it finally gets through he can mellow out ever so slightly, but still keeping a small smile at all times and taking things his own way.
He does hold inside the fact that he can normally feel isolated from others as his nature sometimes can shun people away, and he can have a hard time connecting with people when it comes to a very serious tone, as he doesn't find what would make people so sad for so long. Some people live their entire lives in sadness when they lose family, when for him he was sad for only a few days at most and was back to being happy. Which can make him seem out of place, especially for what he does, it can feel jarring for him when he saves people and instead of them celebrating life they mourn the dead.
After he was freed from the vampire manor, he was defiantly changed in some ways as he now has constant paranoia at night, or when he is in a less than safe tavern or room. He doesn't despise all vampires, he is just less than, for lack of better words, 'receptive' of most of them as he is haunted by those memories. Even now there is lapses in his happy-go-lucky nature as he can be seen with a short moment of a frown. Almost as if he was capable of such a thing. And at night he had developed a habit of sleeping with a stake launching hand crossbow, a stake in the other hand, and a small glass bottle of holy water hanging from his neck in anticipation that those vampires will come for him again.
Sammual had an easy travel in this area, spooky, but easy. As he didn't need to worry about many creatures in here he decided to pick up his pace so he can find a new exit faster. His travel was not unnoticed as he began to hear some rustling. This sent him into fight or flight and he decided running was the best option as he sprinted as fast as he could. Good thing as a large centipede like creature with strange white like plates on it burrows from the metal ground and began to give chase after Sammual.
This out of fear for his life and fear what is chasing him Sammual ran and continue to ran, finding any doors that led to different hallways so he could keep running, all the while having the looming threat of this creature catching him. His feet slamming into the ground solid enough to reverberate in his head, as his heart beat is constantly at a heightened rate. His breath is panted and almost rasping as he never thought he would have to do so much exercise ever.
With the constant running he found himself in front of a largish door as he began to pry it open, when he does he finds himself staring at the outside again. Excited he looks out to find nothing quite here, as he looks behind him as he hears screeching and scratching behind him he sprints out and prays there is nothing out there waiting for him. As he left he started to hear a strange screech and wing flaps as he looks and finds a large T-rex with wings heading towards him. In pure fear he ran as fast as possible towards the tree line as he screamed like a girl and spewing profanity very few would ever think of.
Once he broke through the tree line he kept running as he heard a loud thud as the bird creature smashed through the trees and collided into the ground as it slowly got back up and left looking for easier prey. Sammual did not care however, he was still running in fear as he didn't know if the bird thing would chase him through the forest, and he wasn't gonna chance it.
"Guy" is having a great time as he is watching this man run around for dear life, and then once he had hope of escaping again, he was nearly killed by a T-rex with wings, all the while Sammual is screaming like he is a child, and has increased "Guy's" vocabulary for insults and profanity.
Ramsas is an adventurer. He has made a name for himself as a lone swordsman, an adept magic user, and a decent bard. He usually sells his services to those in true need. A village in danger is more important than a supply shipment and a crying child is in need of his songs more than a jovial King. Anytime and every time he'll slip away before getting paid as he doesn't often need money for much more than food and a place to sleep and with his great nature many buy him those things at the end of a great night of partying and laughter.
Appearance
He stands at around 6 feet tall, he is of a medium build, Gold eyes, and has black hair and a beard. He wears just simple clothing with a black jacket to style himself up a little. He does not have the hat, but he looks like that Mark: Located on his forearm. It looks like this:
Likes
Freedom: Of travel, of voice, and of expression.
Music.
Parties.
Charity.
Love and happiness.
Dislikes
Greed.
Goblins, Orcs (He's cool with half Orcs), and Hobgoblins.
Those who try to step on others and tyrants and people of the such.
People who truly can't have fun.
Hates undead, just in general.
Personality
Ramsas is a lively person with a jovial spirit. His true love is to the world and watching people happy and lively. He is a man of the world and has very few worldly possessions, he has the bare minimum to keep himself safe and to do what he does and loves. He can always crack a joke or tell a story to get someone to laugh, or even use his skills as a jokester and music to weave poems of hilarity.
With all of his heart he tries to treat everyone with respect and as an equal. Just sometimes they step too far and lose his graces as he will be less favorable. He will give more attention to those in need as he believes equity is the first step to equality as a king wouldn't benefit as much from a gold coin as a peasant would.
He hates Goblins, (full)Orcs, and hobgoblins because of his many run ins with them as they have done many atrocities to good men and women. He is cool with half Orcs as many were made from either loving homes or bad situations, and besides a few of his best friends are Half Orcs and they always know how to liven up a party.
Biggest Fear
To die doing nothing. To die a death that was not worth it and be seen as a villain rather than a folk hero.
Greatest Dream
To find a reason for his existence. He has survived so much he thinks there is something he still needs to do on this world, so he is always searching, and helping others along the way.
Background
---------------------------------------------Act 1: Making of a Dreamer----------------------------------------------------- Ramsas was born to 2 simple folk, in a village around 3 days travel to the nearest city, they were not a remote village, yet far enough away to be one with nature with ease. Here Ramsas grew and turned into a fine boy as him and the other boys began taking trips and journeys to the neighboring forest so they could find strange objects in the 'Magical forest'. Little did they know they were finding fragments of artifacts and strange creations. Here Ramsas found many different items he used to create objects and items with his father at their smithy. During this time he met a man who taught him something special about these items. They held great power once and wished to show Ramsas what they could do. Later he learned this man was named Tecaza and he was part artifact part human and could connect with these artifacts. Tecaza decided to take on Ramsas as a disciple to learn magic craft, the ability to create items, weapons, and objects out of mana.
Ramsas has the power to conjure magical items. This power can create things as mundane as a sword, a shield, and the such, or it can create magical armor, a crossbow, or his greatest weapon: The Show Stopper. The Show Stopper is a magical cannon that can charge a shot for up to 1 minute. After 1 minute he can have it fire a large round into the air and it will rain down small fireballs and destroy a small village size area. This power was given to him by a strange man machine looking person who took an interest in Ramsas. The man taught Ramsas to conjure weapons and how to make The Show Stopper and many other magically conjured items such as a small sword that was as light as a feather, or a set of armor that made him grow a foot. This man's name was Tecaza.
While Ramsas has an additional ability that intrigued Tecaza that he had attunement with artifacts as Ramsas was able to tap into many different artifacts the man had that were said to be dormant. Ramsas ability was able to bring out the near if not full potential of any artifact or magical item he touched for a time, unless he continues holding it where it will continually be in effect.
When Ramsas was a teen and Tecaza decided it was time for Ramsas to lead a life with out him. He set Ramsas out to find an artifact as a final test. This took Ramsas about a year as he finally procured the Sword of Burial. This blade is used to pass on the dead, as Tecaza took the blade and told Ramsas that the reason why he existed now was because he needed to find a person to pass on this wisdom to before he left. As Tecaza stabbed himself and held onto Ramsas he passed the knowledge of how to fully unlock his power, to follow the path and explore the world when he is ready. Leaving Ramsas devastated yet determined he was now left to his own devices as he returned home and lived a normal life growing and procuring new skills to maybe take the blacksmith shop from his father to get enough money to move to the city properly and find what he should do after then.
One day a messenger came to tell of a horde of undead that rose that was making its way to the city nearby, and the village was in the way and they should leave. Most began packing, but none were aware the horde was as close as it was as when everyone was about to leave the undead struck as almost everyone died, leaving few survivors and many unable to make the trek without succumbing to the horde, Ramsas had an Idea, to use The Show Stopper. He ran far enough away and charged the cannon, as once it finished he destroyed a good chunk of the undead and left a perpetual inferno on his village as the undead began being forced into the forest as it too began to burn. By day break almost none of the undead and forest was left. Leaving Ramsas alone, yet an epiphany hit him as it felt like this was meant to happen so he could begin to travel as he had no home and no where else to go. He had little money to live in the city and had few items to his name, so he took to the road and began an adventure where he had no set end.
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He adventured from town to town, city to city, not in search of anything other than adventure and exploration as he wished to see the world he never even thought of. As he did he started creating friends across the land and made some good money in some of the many little quests people would send him on. They were like errands but with more risk involved. Get a bear hide, get some fresh honey form the giant Bee Hive nearby, kill the spiders in the cave over there. Yet it paid for food and a place to sleep. And after a long day if there was a tavern he would always rile the crowds with his charisma and his songs and made some boring days, have great parties. And before anyone knew he was gone to check out more of the land.
During this time he was still very unknown as he had barely started his adventures, yet he did have quite a good reputation everywhere he went. He solved problems when they arise, helped people in need, and always had a happy and lively air to him that can sometimes be missing in some areas. His work was of little impact to the world, yet held weight to those who asked.
As he began to head deeper into the land he started to find people with higher demands, they were strong, yet many wished not to die to take out a cave of Driders that was terrorizing them. Or there was a band of Orcs that constantly raided them. These seemed very dangerous but they were people in need and required any form of assistance, so Ramsas did exactly what he does best, fight, protect, and sing songs. This is the part of his adventure where he began to gain his notoriety with some people as he showed much of his growing skills as a warrior and as a generous and jovial person as even after many battles he partied and made a sad land smile and laugh again as before he was even given compensation for his work, he was gone like the wind.
He began to be talked about as a stranger who shows up in times of need and help those who need it most, being a shining ray of hope and vanishing before even being properly thanked, all the while still being aimlessly wandering and adventuring. Finding many lost lands and many great friends. He had made it to the highest lands where he met and dueled goliaths and befriended more. He had found himself in the deepest forests hunting with the elves and living as they do. He had entered expanding caverns of Dwarven kingdoms where he had drunk and was drunk under the table by now life long friends. All these people who know this man know one thing he is always a ray of joy and he tries his best to do so as the happier he is the happier everyone around him is, and the happier he gets.
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During his time he had picked up notoriety and may different factions asked if he would join them. Many offering honor, status, and gold. He would need to answer to a higher power, and he would be unable to do as he does. So, he declined their offer and did what he continued to do, help people and make friends, and he would need them as during one of these times as an envoy of a vampire approached him and asked if he would like to be a servant of the local vampire lord. Almost immediately Ramsas said no, and when asked he stated that he does not serve anyone except for himself, and he will not help with whatever they want. Obviously peeved the envoy tried to explain but Ramsas was not having any of it as he just left without giving another word.
Later that night Ramsas was kidnapped from his tavern room. He was taken to a vampire's estate, and lookie who it was to greet him, The envoy from earlier that day. He was taken to meet the lord, a very regal looking man who was extremely handsome and his daughter she was beautiful, stunning even. The lord asked Ramsas once again to see if he would reconsider the proposal of being a servant of not him but his daughter. He would serve her for the rest of his days and he would be given everything he would ever want. He told him with a bit of a joke of, "Man that raises my self-esteem just being asked that, but no" and declined the offer. This gave him a less than luxurious treatment of being locked in a cell everyday in a dungeon with nothing but himself and his instrument he learned to make from Tecaza called a guitar. This was his one keep sake that they were unable to take as he was able to conjure it from anywhere as long as his hands were free.
During this time he was given enough food to sustain himself as a food source for the young vampiress and an entertainer for the lord. During this time he was sad as he was unable to travel and see more of the world and happiness in it. All he could do was sing songs for his capturers as he spent the other time either being fed on or playing his guitar. Normally he would have songs of joy and happiness, yet when he thought he was by himself he would play songs of sadness and sorrow. These were songs never even thought of by Ramsas but they were songs he felt from inside and had to let it all out. These songs did not make him feel better, yet it did make him feel like he could go on. As this went on for around a year, he got to know the lords daughter and they had a relationship beyond your are food. Yet Ramsas did not want to do much with her father was keeping him there and has no foreseeable freedom.
Finally at the dead of night when the moon was all but blocked out Ramsas was given a chance. Some friends found where he was and freed him from this prison and took him away and got him to safety in an elven city. There they found the things they did to him, he was malnourished, scared across his body as looked to be tortured, and was branded on the base of his neck. This brand signified him being owned, yet he did have some form of freedom now as they far away from there and was not caught yet. So they all decided to stay for a while and catch up as they helped Ramsas back to his feet. ------------------------------------------------Act 4: Freedom------------------------------------------------------------------ During this time Ramsas slowly recuperated back to him old self, and seemed to be even more jovial by the time they decide to leave. As they split off and took to their own ways they promised to come to any of their aid when in need, making the Pact of the Spero. As now Ramsas was free and had a new lease on life he travelled being his old self, but now with a new look on ideas. He despises those who try to force others into things and hates the idea of someone taking away freedoms and even harming others for their own selfish gain.
A few more years now passed as he had had a few run ins with some tyrants and helped local rebels overthrow them, and many more friends made along the way as he has made it always a stop to head to the Festival of Destiny to meet some friends and maybe make a few more. Looks like it's time for the festival once again. How exciting.
Extra
Color Code: #FFD700 Theme song: Kenichiro Nishihara - Heart (ft. Substantial) Face Claim:
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Personality Questions
1. His worst memory as a child is when he watched his entire village die to an undead horde. He survived because he destroyed everything there with his power.
2. Ramsas thinks this mark was just a whole dumb thing some mages did years ago to get royals and commoners to get married for some kicks. Ramsas has actually came to the festival multiple times not in search for love, but for the fact that he loves the energy and liveliness that the whole city holds during this time. He is always here in search of his old friends and to maybe to make a few new ones.
3. His spirit animal is a White Capybara.
4. He is most proud of his work when he is able to help people in great need and leave before they worry about paying him.
5. He is ashamed of his time when he was captured as a slave for a vampire who used him to feed and then branded him on his neck. Brand:
6. He is motivated to find a reason for his survival through countless strife and near death experiences. He wants to see what the world has, and see what this life holds.
7. Ramsas would change the brand on his neck if he could. Other than that he is contempt with who he is.
8. The most important part of a romantic partner is to find someone who is he can call an equal and someone who will make him feel lively all the time.
For the love of god be carful when you open any of my hiders. Most of them hold untold pictures or walls of text that will crash your computer based on their size. Also I'm sorry that I wrote so much. I got bored and I forgot that I should post this eventually.
Edit: For those who read his backstory. I just reread the background again and saw it was jarring to read so I'm rewriting it. Again.
Edit #2: I think it's good now. If there is anything off please tell me.
Argen was happy to leave at a time like this, he can slightly hear the edgy girl and giantess begin to speak. He can't hear if they are going at it right now, but he has seen they hold some distain for each other that they can try and solve while he is away, or bottle it up and suck it up for this adventure and we can get through this and get paid enough to survive a little longer. As he continued he noticed the mage catch up and seemed to have a plan on if they get caught off guard, "Well, that's good. We always need an out, if we could cross the river most wouldn't follow in fear of falling in. And if not that the idea of it being too much energy for such a hunt would entice most to search for different prey".
As they continued forward Argen kept watch on the tree line to try and make sure they wouldn't just be ambushed without his knowing. With the mage they should be able a decent enough combo for most foes and even if they bite off more than they can handle, Renauld has a plan, and if all else failed they could hop into the water and run that way. Sure most of their clothing would be wet, but taking it off and drying them off as they freeze their asses off for a bit would be better than dying as most wouldn't follow such an idiotic and near suicidal tactic. As almost a light turned on in his head he remembered to finally ask, "I never asked but what spells do you have?"
Sammual sat around for a bit as he began thinking. It was better to sit in the light instead of darkness. As Sammual began to think he was taking assessment of the creatures. They must be around the size of a proper Sea scorpion if not slightly larger to fit through the door. If they has the relative strength to somehow get through doors and walls if they were not pried open, they would be able to tear through a person with ease. If they had that power, and were like most insects and had an exoskeleton there would be a good chance that they are able to handle their own power against them. The best way to beat them if anything would be enough force applied to a point to bust through. So do what the entire animal kingdom does and pierce through with force. A bludgeoning device would be terrible for this as it would require great force, slashing worst so as it would probably a terrible idea and the blade would just slide off.
As Sammual was thinking he was interrupted by the awful sound of skittering. He froze up for a moment and looked over to the opening as he began to hear it get loader. He slowly backed away and back out into the hallway as he began his less so stealthy retreat into the ship to find another exit as his was now blocked off. He heard a screech come from off in the distance as loud clashing came about and terrified Sammual to the core. He held back all of his fear for long enough to find a new area. Here he opened the door and began shutting it behind him hoping it would buy him time.
He prayed as he slowly made his way through the next area here it was a shit show. everything here was gone or eaten. There were skeletons so that meant they have been here for a month or longer as they would have picked everything clean pretty quick. So he had that assuredness as they should have moved on, as he makes his way on with more haste hoping to find an exit soon.
"Guy" is getting excited now there is real tension with his every movement. Now he is back on the move again with an ever looming threat behind him and a great likelihood there will be something here for him to actually face. This has "Guy" quite excited and really wanting to just set everything off, but that would ruin the tension of the moment.
The snow looked nicer out here. With how far out they are there is no dirt on the top of all the snow making it brown, and there was no abundant shoe marks that crushed the snow in, it made the whole land look like a large sheep was sleeping and they were walking on its back. Argen watches the right side, he has most of his gear on the cart while he still carries his spear in his hand and uses it so if he trips he can catch himself, and his shield stays on his arm ready to go at any moment. He is on edge, but this is normal for Argen when he is on a mission as he is always worried about the next thing to come. In an attempt to keep himself light and still flexible he took off his cloak, yet it didn't matter much as with the sun up it was warmer, plus there was no wind so the cold was easy to handle. Other than Argen's many worries this was quite pleasant and really a nice pace.
Yet he was off from his normal self, more on edge as he would occasionally look back over his shoulder. It started when he began to hear a song being sung he was startled and stopped in his tracks for just a moment as it was awfully familiar as he said to himself in a faint breath, "Flavus?". His mind immediately refocused and he continued walking just one step off of where he was as he looks slightly back as he looked back to see it was Katya singing. Their voices were not the same, yet were close enough to trick him from time to time as he didn't pay attention to it.
Argen did keep his focus and composure through this peaceful trek, yet was having occasional flashbacks of his family as he listened to Katya's song. It was not a song Flavus knew but their voice was so similar in his mind it disturbed him, and it was an eerie familiarity as they both are similar enough. He didn't realize it when he met Katya but it now dawned on him as he watched Katya. However they were defiantly different, Katya is smaller than Flavus, blue hair instead of red, and he doesn't know Katya enough to tell how similar their personality truly is. But they are similar enough to make Argen need to make a double take before he accidentally says something that Katya wouldn't understand or would make him sound like a mad man.
As the cart continued forward Argen perked up in the direction of the sound of moving water. As he looked he found a large river in front of them. His first instinct is to check the depth as he walks towards it and starts poking his spear at it. As he did he found going any farther than around 15 feet would be risky as he didn't know if it would just drop off any deeper, and he didn't want to get anymore of his clothing wet as he did with the tips of his pants. He just began to step out and began looking around at the area. Just watching the surroundings and waiting for someone to make a suggestion before he strips and walks into the water to check the overall depth as it would be the fastest solution, in his mind, to find a way across. Thankfully Ettamri spoke up quickly as she told each of them to split up into 2 teams of 2 as she stayed with the others and watched the cart. Argen turned in the direction to see what was there, more water, snow, and trees just about what he expected. Before taking off though he took his cloak and bag with him and then began to leave. He didn't need to wait on the Mage, he believed in the man in keeping up with him, and most don't like being left behind.
As Sammual made it to the end of the hallway he slowly pried the door open and looked. There was darkness and silence. Unsettling quietness ad it felt like something was sapping the area of all noise. As he squeezed under he slowly forced the door down again as he began his treck furthur in, now with his flash light out as he searches for an exit. Fuck his Partner, Sammual wanted to leave, if his partner was dead weight he didn't want to search the inside for them, but if they were useful they would have already been outside and either waiting for him or taking assessment, and in all honesty Sammual wants to see what is waiting for him outside. If it was in outer space, then they are both fucked on this ship with these strange creatures, but if they are on a planet at least they can leave this ship behind.
As Sammual headed deeper in he started to feel an ominous presence, almost as if something was watching him. It felt like a great pressure was looming over him as he started to feel his heart beat grow, his hearing became more acute yet there was that ominous feeling as it felt like the sounds around him are dulled, his footsteps sound less crisp and more dull, his heartbeat rang in his ears, and his breaths were baited yet silent as he made his way continuing through the area until he heard a commotion from the door to his left. The presence faded away as he looked over, aiming his flashlight, as he placed his ear on the door to hear some creaking. Sammual started to leave as he began checking each door most having no noise. Yet one had a strange sound of nothing. Not like deafening silence, but like of silence, just normal silence. Sammual opened the door to be hit with a batch of fresh air as he saw a hole in the wall the size of a damn car as it showed a large rock with lush greenery around it. This air almost feels like poison to his lungs as it feels to fresh for the hyerventalating man, but he acclimated as he slowly checked out to see how wonderful the veiw is, anod is astonished at the gorgeous veiw, only to be more dazzled by how high he is. He would have never been able to find himself in a place like this when in his old life.
He sighed as he now had to think what is his next plan. He has a way out, now he needs a way to contact his partner, maybe if he can make smoke signals? That won't work and just plain dumb, what he needs to do is find a way down and make a plan.
Guy is just as he was. Bored as he watches a paraplegic walk aimlessly through a ship to find the partner set up. All the while 'cautiously' walking around deadly 'traps' and 'creatures'. None of which he stepped into as he is too much of a pushy to investigate 90% of them. "What a bore".
As Argen continues to carry bags he began to see Siwon...struggling? As Argen starts to think about why, ' Hmm it might be they focused on his core and lower body so his upper arms are slightly lacking, it would be good to teach him proper lifting technique so when he needs to do more lifting he wouldn't hurt himself '. As Siwon started gravitating towards him, Argen started to talk to Siwon and began by asking if Siwon knows the basics of lifting. Then started showing Siwon different ways to lift so he could be more effective and not hurt himself.
From lowering the body and placing the bag on the shoulder or head to have the body take the weight, to straight up dead lifting the bag and penguin-ing over to the cart, Argen tried to help Siwon learn to use his legs and core strength to lift instead of with his arms. As Siwon could probably lift quite a bit as Fiend knights do some pretty impressive evasive maneuvers and strange movements to pull off attacks, Siwon just needed to learn what are his advantages. With all of this happening Argen still was ferrying bag after bag with ease while showing the different things he tried to teach Siwon. This did slow down his progress slightly so he could demonstrate more clearly for Siwon but it should help for later endeavors.
About me:
I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)
I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.
I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).
PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)
The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.
Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">About me:<br>I am an amateur writer at best as I have had a bit of experience writing short novels and stories as a side gig (Don't ask me for help unless you are desperate. I barely know what I'm doing half the time!)<br><br>I mostly Rp on medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, and modern slice of life. However, I am always willing to do anything. And I have been roleplaying for about 8 years now.<br><br>I have a pretty open schedule right now, other than planning DnDs, and looking for a job. (Still praying that one day I can get payed to play DnD or by playing videogames, but I haven't made a dollar yet).<br><br>PLEASE IF YOU THINK I FORGOT AN RP MESSAGE ME!!!! I CAN GUARANTEE THAT I FORGOT AS I WAS PROBABLY PRAYING TO THE GODS OF CHAOS THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO WIN THE NEXT GAME OF MAGIC I'M GOING TO PLAY!!! (In all seriousness I'm very forgetful and scatter brained, just send me a message and I should be able to pump out that post in no time)<br><br>The partners I am looking for right now is people who are chill and relax as well as just some genuinely nice people to chat to and play with. Any style is fine, just be ready as there are time where it will take some time for advanced posts will take me a few days.<br><br>Other than that I like to listen to music and anytime someone asks me to do a thing, 90% of the time I will just do it as I just don't care enough. But I will not sing, my voice is garbage and I am not confident enough to even try to learn now.</div>