The Irish Tree

The Little Hamlet

Reposting here, hiya!

The aforementioned funky scarecrow

One Lanky Boy!

CORNELIUS BOJANGLES

_{+ BLUE RIBBON BO/FARMER +
3 || He/They (The crows wanted to be included) || 6’2” Teig-like|| Scarecrow/Crow}

> In the Hamlet I live in... my little own patch of heaven, a field of crops to the northwest of the hamlet. Can’t miss it!
> I spend most of my time... Farmin’, standin’, and shooting the breeze with anyone walking by!
> I am known for... being a little strange, but awful friendly. Scarecrows coming to life is a bit of a head scratcher, ain’t it?
> My current goal is… I’d like to get my own farm up and runnin’ proper! Cows, chickens, maybe even a ‘lil fishing hole! It’d be a shame if anyone in the village went hungry, so me and my little birdbrain have been thinkin’ up ways to breed new and bigger crops!
> My secret is... some days, standin’ out there, I reckon its high-time I got myself a toupee. One of them fancy ones that make you look distinguished. The birds kept trying to make me one but twigs ain’t hair!

S T A T S

[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] S T R E N G T H
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] D E X T E R I T Y
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ ★ ] V I T A L I T Y
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] I N T E L L I G E N C E
[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] W I S D O M
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] C H A R I S M A

S K I L L S & R E W A R D S

Skills & Rewards

[ Astral Weakness I ]
[ Birdbrain ] - Telepathy with the murder of crows living inside his head. While they sometimes have a mind of their own, they tend to do what Cornelius says and have a very high bond with him.
[ Statue ] - when standing still, appears to be an ordinary scarecrow. This can still look out of place in the wrong location, however.
[ Weathered ] - receives no adverse effects from being stuck in bad weather. Visibility remains complete.
[ Construct ] - does not technically require food, drink or sleep, not that he is out prevented from simple pleasures.
Storage - Cornelius can store things inside his body, much to the chagrin and delight of his crows. The things he stores may have peculiar effects on him, however...
[ Endless Straw?! ] - Cornelius can pullout seemingly endless Straw from his sleeves. This does cause him to slowly shrink and his clothes to become baggy on him, though. He can be reconstituted by having his straw - or new straw - reintegrated.
[ Wayfaring ] - Plains
[ Detect ] - Pests
[ Frighten ]
[ Ignoble Magic: Earth, Lesser ]
[ Ignoble Magic: Nature, Lesser ]
[ Fishing ]
[ Buoyant ]
[ Identify - Seed ]
[ Identify - Needs (Plants) ]
[ Creature Taming ]

C U R R E N T G O A L S & Q U E S T S

Goals and Quests

[Current Goal:] Have a bumper of a harvest and get a farm goin’!

I N V E N T O R Y

Inventory

[ Clothes ] A ragged, torn apart set of burlap clothing with a ragged cloak covering the back. Numerous eyes and beaks can be seen poking free of the countless torn seams, and a wide-brimmed hat hides the scarecrow’s face. Someone must have loved a scarecrow a lot, if they were willing to mend their clothes again and again.
[ Sickle ] An old but well-kept harvesting sickle.
[ Waterskin ] For when you get thirsty.
[ Snacks ] it's simple food, but lounging in the sun always makes lunchtime special. Its…all birdseed?

C O N N E C T I O N S

Connections

[ Joe, Randy, Billy, Billy Bob, Billy Joe Bob, Joe Bob Billy, Stacy, Patience, Rat Bastard, Sunuvagun, Ranouttananes, and some other birds. They’re in my brain and help me plant stuff!] Cute little black birds that are smart as a whip. There are definitely way more than Cornelius says, but can you really remember an entire murder of crow’s names?

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

@The Irish Tree ok he's so perfect for the setting, what a sweet little bean with his dream of a toupee ;_; I was wondering whether I'd have to relegate farming to NPCs.

also crows are super intelligent so there's alot of fun there.

Feel free to add him up to the OOC list and we'll work on his skills there. I love he has max vitality, I'm curious what your aims for that were? I imagine standing out in the sun and rain would have caused it, but don't want to miss anythin on his skills

@Mae

Roger roger! And, yeah, I figured his maxxed out vitality is due to him being more of a construct than a person, and the fact that scarecrows never really take "breaks".

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

@The Irish Tree we're pretty full, I think it would depend on whether the character concept filled a niche that wasn't currently represented. What are you thinking of playing?

@Mae

A funky farming scarecrow!

The aforementioned funky scarecrow

One Lanky Boy!

CORNELIUS BOJANGLES

_{+ BLUE RIBBON BO/FARMER +
3 || He/They (The crows wanted to be included) || 6’2” Teig-like|| Scarecrow/Crow}

> In the Hamlet I live in... my little own patch of heaven, a field of crops to the northwest of the hamlet. Can’t miss it!
> I spend most of my time... Farmin’, standin’, and shooting the breeze with anyone walking by!
> I am known for... being a little strange, but awful friendly. Scarecrows coming to life is a bit of a head scratcher, ain’t it?
> My current goal is… I’d like to get my own farm up and runnin’ proper! Cows, chickens, maybe even a ‘lil fishing hole! It’d be a shame if anyone in the village went hungry, so me and my little birdbrain have been thinkin’ up ways to breed new and bigger crops!
> My secret is... some days, standin’ out there, I reckon its high-time I got myself a toupee. One of them fancy ones that make you look distinguished. The birds kept trying to make me one but twigs ain’t hair!

S T A T S

[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] S T R E N G T H
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] D E X T E R I T Y
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ ★ ] V I T A L I T Y
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] I N T E L L I G E N C E
[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] W I S D O M
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] C H A R I S M A

S K I L L S & R E W A R D S

Skills & Rewards

[ - ] Empty for now

C U R R E N T G O A L S & Q U E S T S

Goals and Quests

[Current Goal:] Have a bumper of a harvest and get a farm goin’!

I N V E N T O R Y

Inventory

[ Clothes ] A ragged, torn apart set of burlap clothing with a ragged cloak covering the back. Numerous eyes and beaks can be seen poking free of the countless torn seams, and a wide-brimmed hat hides the scarecrow’s face. Someone must have loved a scarecrow a lot, if they were willing to mend their clothes again and again.
[ Sickle ] An old but well-kept harvesting sickle.
[ Waterskin ] For when you get thirsty.
[ Snacks ] it's simple food, but lounging in the sun always makes lunchtime special. Its…all birdseed?

C O N N E C T I O N S

Connections

[ Joe, Randy, Billy, Billy Bob, Billy Joe Bob, Joe Bob Billy, Stacy, Patience, Rat Bastard, Sunuvagun, Ranouttananes, and some other birds. They’re in my brain and help me plant stuff!] Cute little black birds that are smart as a whip. There are definitely way more than Cornelius says, but can you really remember an entire murder of crow’s names?

Tree's Garbage Dump

One Lanky Boy!

CORNELIUS BOJANGLES

_{+ BLUE RIBBON BO/FARMER +
3 || He/They (The crows wanted to be included) || 6’2” Teig-like|| Scarecrow/Crow}

> In the Hamlet I live in... my little own patch of heaven, a field of crops to the northwest of the hamlet. Can’t miss it!
> I spend most of my time... Farmin’, standin’, and shooting the breeze with anyone walking by!
> I am known for... being a little strange, but awful friendly. Scarecrows coming to life is a bit of a head scratcher, ain’t it?
> My current goal is… I’d like to get my own farm up and runnin’ proper! Cows, chickens, maybe even a ‘lil fishing hole! It’d be a shame if anyone in the village went hungry, so me and my little birdbrain have been thinkin’ up ways to breed new and bigger crops!
> My secret is... some days, standin’ out there, I reckon its high-time I got myself a toupee. One of them fancy ones that make you look distinguished. The birds kept trying to make me one but twigs ain’t hair!

S T A T S

[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] S T R E N G T H
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] D E X T E R I T Y
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ ★ ] V I T A L I T Y
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] I N T E L L I G E N C E
[ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] W I S D O M
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] C H A R I S M A

S K I L L S & R E W A R D S

Skills & Rewards

[ - ] Empty for now

C U R R E N T G O A L S & Q U E S T S

Goals and Quests

[Current Goal:] Have a bumper of a harvest and get a farm goin’!

I N V E N T O R Y

Inventory

[ Clothes ] A ragged, torn apart set of burlap clothing with a ragged cloak covering the back. Numerous eyes and beaks can be seen poking free of the countless torn seams, and a wide-brimmed hat hides the scarecrow’s face. Someone must have loved a scarecrow a lot, if they were willing to mend their clothes again and again.
[ Sickle ] An old but well-kept harvesting sickle.
[ Waterskin ] For when you get thirsty.
[ Snacks ] it's simple food, but lounging in the sun always makes lunchtime special. Its…all birdseed?

C O N N E C T I O N S

Connections

[ Joe, Randy, Billy, Billy Bob, Billy Joe Bob, Joe Bob Billy, Stacy, Patience, Rat Bastard, Sunuvagun, Ranouttananes, and some other birds. They’re in my brain and help me plant stuff!] Cute little black birds that are smart as a whip. There are definitely way more than Cornelius says, but can you really remember an entire murder of crow’s names?

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

Got room for another in this?

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Hector Wyland

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[@Croc Crush]

In an instant, the situation was completely changed. Keith proved more agile than Hector was expecting, even proving able to throw bladed projectiles precisely to knock Hector's suspended bullets off course. Harmlessly, the touched shots would ricochet into the floorboards, while Lapis was pressed by Keith's assault. Rushing in to help her with his bayonet-in-hand, Hector would barely have time to react once the Makara burst into the building.

One would rush towards him, the marksman having to think fast with a nearby beam of wood to keep the Makara from crunching down on his head...only for that beam of wood to get crushed in an instant. Letting out a noise that could best be described as "the mating call of a cockroach" while flushing all the air out of his lungs in shock, Hector would be saved by his spirit's quick thinking, Herne's body lunging up at a lighting fixture to pull Hector up. There, he had a lovely view of Scarlett gorging herself like a nobleman's fat child at a church-event buffet. Hector would cling to the chandelier while watching the nightmare unfold down below, wincing on hearing the continual snarling and consuming of Keith, who's screams had since died out. Even if he could regenerate...no, rather, BECAUSE he could regenerate, Hector couldn't imagine a worse ending for him.

Now, the entire group was in a pinch, pressured and on the verge of defeat with the numerous Makara swarming them from outside. Then...Scarlett did something unexpected. She seemingly...cured them of their aggression. Rather violently one might add, but...also, ew. Now she was eating Keith and...just...

Hector couldn't help himself as he vomited in his hand, shuddering as he realized that Scarlett just ate human remains. ...She really was some strange breed of savage. But, her serum seemed to be working. With a clear spot, Herne would have Hector land by releasing the chandelier, the marksman wiping spit and vomit from his chin. Herne would slip free of his arm and dive into one of the "gates" Scarlett made, seeming to understand its purpose. Hector however, did not. "Herne, get out of that! Who knows what that's made of!?" he shouted, before his spirit companion emerged changed, thin blue veins of blue running from his fangs down his throat, possessed of the antidote that Scarlett had made. Just as small and transparent as ever just...a little bluer in the face.

A soft hiss emerged from Herne’s throat before he pointed at the still-lingering gates, then to Hector. Wordlessly, the snake asserted himself as the brains of the operation, which Hector was fine with. A spirit knew more about spirit matters anyhow. "...Leave the Makara to me and Herne. Hasven'ra, sajik…”Hector started, a dull lilac fog rolling in from around his feet. One by one, small, rather pathetic looking snakes barely the size of a finger, but each would eagerly dive into one of the gates and emerge with azure-stained fangs and diving after the Makara. One by one the puny fangs would sink in to inject the pseudo-antidote Scarlett made, while Hector leaned against a nearby collapsed beam to support himself. ”I…have never…made that many…” he said, on the verge of collapsing. But, his part was played. His veritable army of snakes would march and bite, to cure the unclean taint within the Makara.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Liliana

@Hammerman@Enkryption

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"The cows are sort of included, sorry!" Liliana said, apologizing for getting Lunatea's ears licked.

Yurine's words were concerning though. Why did everything have to be complicated? Humans were so weird...an oath of loyalty meant staying loyal, not re-interpreting your fundamental values and deciding that its TECHNICALLY not betraying even if your sword was up your king's butt. "...That's sad," Liliana said, folding her wings up behind her. "If they knew how bad the situation REALLY was, they wouldn't think Takeshi was doing so bad!"

But, it wasn't like anyone would pat the fairy much mind. Seeing that Takeshi wanted to talk to Kikyo alone, Liliana would trail along after her fellows to return to the temple, feeling a bit sad that they had to fight against Takeshi's supposed loyal warriors. It was a bit saddening, and fairies hated nothing more than being sad. Or, people being sad. Eyeing the temple from a bit of a walk away, she'd spy Alice bounding out in a dress with no shoes on. ...Was...was that Wonderland fashion?

"Hey, wait! Lady Aliiiice!" the little fairy called, pursuing Alice as fast as she could. Sadly, the mushroom woman had a hell of a head start. Panting and resting on a nearby stalk of a cattail, Liliana would catch her breath while watching Alice float. Then, a very rainbow-y knight came along and started talking. That...didn't look like standard Shizuyama armor. And who was that red-headed lamia with her? And then they both suddenly submerged!?

...There was only one answer! Alice was being held captive by a red-headed sea-snake lady! Hurriedly growing to her normal-human size, Liliana would think quickly to improvise a "hydrodynamic" version of her dress by doing a little magical girl twirl before diving in after Alice. "Bwady Alish, Twake By Handf!" she blurbed, speech impossible to make out underwater and she reached out for Alice.

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Eula

@Rezod92, @Xaltwind

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...Romance, huh?

Eula raised a quizzical eyebrow as she spied Kerry and Relica denying their relationship, the automaton diagnosing them both with "tsun" and "dere". Kerry would leave before Relica's wrath could be directed at her, the automaton unable to contain a slight chuckle as Relica fumbled her responses to the young boy before them both.

When asked about a bio-scan module, Eula said: "This unit does not have a biological scan function. However, if I were to ingest one of the mushrooms, I'd be able to identify the toxins and potential cures from that. It should be safe for me to consume, given my lack of organs to poison." While her logic was sound, having her consume poison may have unintended consequences...

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Liliana

@Enkryption, @Restalaan, @AzureKnight, @Hammerman

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"This super isn't a usual thing! I can tell you that, even if I'm not the tallest sprout here," Liliana said, putting her hands on her hips indignantly at Yurine's insinuation that the Mamono were all unruly, uncontrollable crazy people bound to fits of random rampaging. Only like...two of them were. Maybe three. Or four.

...Some number! But not all!

Still, upon seeing how gravely wounded Lunatea was, Liliana would hold her sword aloft and...a cow would materialize beside Lunatea and give her left ear a gentle lick. "...Whoops, uh...usually I don't get cows, I promise. Okay, this time, Whimsy, pretty please with sugar and cherries and honey on top, Greater Healing!" ...Another cow would be summoned, licking the back of Lunatea's other ear, before the healing spell actually happened. "...Okay, I lied. Cows happen. A lot. But they're helping a little!

Looking to Yurine, Liliana didn't seem worried in the slightest. Either she was incredibly trusting that her allies would stop Hinami, or was completely aloof to the situation at hand. Maybe even both. "Miss, are you alright? I didn't really know the situation before coming here, but...aren't these samurai guys supposed to serve Lord Takeshi? Why were they trying to fight him?"

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Eula

@Rezod92, @Xaltwind

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"The damage this unit sustains is irrelevant if that damage is taken to help the innocent." Eula stated, before lifting her good arm and saying: "But...your concern is noted. I wouldn't want to worry someone who is on my side. For now, I'll bind my damaged arm." Keeping true to her word, Eula would promptly use her good arm to pry open one of the Varjan armored soldiers' pieces of armor to get at their clothes underneath ripping off a large unbloodied shirt to form a sling for her damaged arm.

"As for the metal, it wasn't for nutritional value. I was analyzing its composition to find structural weaknesses, and usefulness. The alloy itself is too heavy for civilians in the village to make use of for tools. I would never eat Kerry's weapons or your drones unless told to, Eula clarified, before looking at Relica's drone that had been damaged and...

...Drooling.

Shaking her head, she would immediately say: "Regardless, lets continue on with your assigned task. I will refrain from physical combat."

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Sofia wholesale flinched and tried to put up a guarding stance as Brandy leapt at her, fully expecting another full-frontal-goat-collision before getting glomped once more. At being told Brandy could 'eat her right up', Sofia's face flushed a reddish gray before saying: "Please, do not!" Alice, ever the secondary instigator, giggled and hugged the Revenant and brandy, sandwiching the undead.

...Her adventuring party were always going to be a handful, weren't they?

Once Brandy was ready and asking Alice about their plans, Alice would rifle through her bag to find her coin pouch, count her change and say: "Ehhhh...s-should probably not...even if a big serving of bacon sounds nice," Alice said, before Sofia's bread was mentioned once more. That would do just fine, as the werewolf heartily ripped the bread to pieces with her teeth and munched while Brandy went to answer the call of nature.

Alice would thoroughly enjoy some fresh-baked bread before Brandy returned, nearly being knocked over as she bolted back into the room. Girl had no brakes, 100% of the time. But, none of that mattered, since they were all geared up and ready to go out. And, from the sound of it, Brandy had something she wanted to get as a keepsake. Not seeing any reason to deny the innocent request, Alice would say: "Sure!", with Sofia adding: "Of course. It would be a shame to not at least commemorate the trip with something. ...But," the Revenant would duck back inside her room, adding: "I'm changing back into my normal clothes. My raiments are as important as my bow, after all! You two go on ahead."

Seeing as how Sofia would take a large amount of time to change into her Costume/Armor, Brandy and Alice were free to head to the store. Seeing the average looking store, Alice's tail swished a bit. She was really curious on what her friend wanted to buy, but would quietly follow along.

Genshin Impact - Eikons [Current Chapter: Geo]

Just as soon as Alina had tried to intervene verbally, one of the women suddenly vanished into a puddle of liquid, only to suddenly appear next to the sculptor. She reassured her that the conflict was one-sided, only for the woman she argued with to come strolling over. And...what a stench! Alina made no effort to hide her disgust as she buried her nose in a handkerchief, not even noticing that the seldom-bathing woman was naked until she saw the shine of her buttocks while she walked away.

...This was...a peculiar way to start her cultural expedition to Al-Marabar. Now left standing before the refined woman, Alina couldn't help but give her a once-over. ...Did she know her from somewhere? Her garb looked rather expensive, likely Lascutan nobility but...that voice of her's seemed familiar.

Then, it hit her. "I'm Your Canary", "Hail in Bridges", "South by Southwest"! This had to be the most renowned songstress in Lascuta (in a fangirl's opinion), Tiziana! Putting her hankie back in her pocket, Alina would put her hands together and confirm with one last look that it definitely was the songstress herself, and promptly keep the losing composure stuff internal instead of external. "Pardon me, but...you wouldn't happen to be Tiziana Maggiore, would you?" the young woman asked, smiling slightly as she spoke to the woman.

It seemed one of her fans had inadvertently found her.