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Tybalt Capulet Member
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STATUS: Anyone out there trying to write about some sad cowboys and cowgirls? I love me some western, and god is it tricky to find. 5 yrs ago
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Anyone out there trying to write about some sad cowboys and cowgirls? I love me some western, and god is it tricky to find.
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7 yrs ago
I've started book 2 of my trilogy! Thanks to those who beta-read the first one for me!
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7 yrs ago
First DnD session went awesomely! My players loved it, and a dragonborn was nearly killed by a bugbear.
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7 yrs ago
Starting up DMing my first campaign this weekend!
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50,033 words written! I finished NaNoWriMo!
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Heyo! I'm Tybalt, and I'm an alcoholic...
Shoot, I think I'm doing this wrong. Y'know what, I'mma just throw up a character sheet for myself, y'all know how to read those.
Name: Tybalt
Species: Human. But, like, kinda Hobbit, too?
Age: 24
Rank: Peasant, probably.
Personality: Hard to nail down since I'm the one writing it, but I'm a type three on the Enneagram if that's worth anything.
Description: Two arms, two legs, a head, no feathers.
Abilities: Casual to advanced writing. I love a good advanced, but it's gotta be engaging as well as deep. Advanced is an investment, so I rarely keep up with more than one at a time.
Likes: Pirates, Knights, Cowboys, and everything in-between. I don't mind a good romance, but I'm just as happy to have a bro-tp as an otp. I also love anything by Brandon Sanderson, so if we've got some other fans out there, hit me up in the pm's.
Dislikes: This is less a dislike than a personal failing, but I tend to over-commit to too many stories, then not respond very quickly. You have been warned, I guess.
Shoot, I think I'm doing this wrong. Y'know what, I'mma just throw up a character sheet for myself, y'all know how to read those.
Name: Tybalt
Species: Human. But, like, kinda Hobbit, too?
Age: 24
Rank: Peasant, probably.
Personality: Hard to nail down since I'm the one writing it, but I'm a type three on the Enneagram if that's worth anything.
Description: Two arms, two legs, a head, no feathers.
Abilities: Casual to advanced writing. I love a good advanced, but it's gotta be engaging as well as deep. Advanced is an investment, so I rarely keep up with more than one at a time.
Likes: Pirates, Knights, Cowboys, and everything in-between. I don't mind a good romance, but I'm just as happy to have a bro-tp as an otp. I also love anything by Brandon Sanderson, so if we've got some other fans out there, hit me up in the pm's.
Dislikes: This is less a dislike than a personal failing, but I tend to over-commit to too many stories, then not respond very quickly. You have been warned, I guess.
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Is this thing happening?
Aster
“So this is what I recommend we do then. Let’s hunt down a few quests. The first thing Aster spends her Renn on is armor then we keep questing until level 3. After that, depending on how we feel, we could try poking our noses in one of the dungeons on this floor. If the first pull is too much, we run like hell."
"That seems fair to me. And thank you in advance. For the armor, that is. I'm all for staying alive, so long as that's an option. And seriously, I'll try to get better at making the right choices in this game. I just... I'm going to rely on you two for most of that. At least until I figure out the tricks to making this game work for me.
A friend invite popped in front of Theo, and Kajin continued.
"If we get separated or have to leave party, we can always find each other through this. Just in case you know? Not sure what we’re going to run into after all! And once we do this, I think our brave and daring tank can lead the way to our first quest, yeah?"
"Smart thinking. man! Good to know we're all already buddies! And don't worry about the whole dying thing... As long as I'm alive, I'll make sure you and Aster don't take a single point of damage."
Aster stayed silent during this exchange, accepting the invite and then considering the circumstances. Not a single point of damage, huh? That's a nice thought, but this is basically the real world. If there's an archer, or some kind of area-damage person, then we're going to take at least some damage. I mean, I didn't dump so many points into health because I thought I'd avoid every hit. Even so, Dirk seems confident enough... and Kajin is definitely on his guard 24/7, so that'll be worth something at least. She was no expert at this sort of thing, but their team certainly seemed pretty balanced. If anyone could survive a few quests, it would be them. With that in mind, she rose and followed Dirk as he lead the way to the quest board.
"That sounds fair to me. As long as you think we can to it, I'm all for trying." She examined the quest board for a moment, deciphering the descriptions slowly, very slowly. After staring at the board for a good while, she nodded and said "I think I'd agree with you." She turned away from the board and started for the door, footsteps light on the floorboards. "Hurry up, you two. I'm no good with directions."
If this story goes well as it is already, I'd love to write something else out with you. :)
That'd be awesome! I really enjoy being able to go all-out on clever lines, and you make that very possible.
I'm so glad! It's fun to have an rp I can experiment with like this!
Itchy (The Simpsons)
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So... I really love writing these characters. I'm falling in love with their interactions; the innocence of the prince and princess, and the wordplay of the older two. It's hard to explain it all, but I seriously am in love with these characters.
PRINCE CRISPIN OF KENT
As he'd been forced by custom and propriety to be properly clothed and prepared for the arrival of his betrothed and her associated nobles, Crispin's preparation for the meal itself went quickly, and before long, he was ushered into the dining hall. As was the custom, he waited beside the seat of his betrothed, standing at the ready to pull her chair out once she arrived, then sit beside her. The idea of sharing a meal, and later, more with her excited him to no end, and he had to put forth a conscious effort not to allow his cheeks to showcase his thoughts with untimely redness.
As he waited for the other nobles to arrive, Cal, the slightly overweight servant who had come to his aid by escorting the Princess and her entourage, arrived at his elbow. "Your Grace. The Princess and her ladies will arrive in but a few minutes. If you would permit me to ask, how do you feel about this whole affair? The formality and all, I mean. Not to be too forward, or overstep my bounds as your servant, but you're only just now really stepping into the role of Royal Heir. It wasn't long ago that we were terrorizing the groomsmen and smiths, rather than preparing for the arrival of foreign dignitaries and nobles. Are you alright with the change?"
Crispin smiled openly, a trait which Cal and many others in the court admired. There wasn't a deceitful bone in the young noble's body. He trusted fiercely, and spoke truthfully. He would make a fine king, so long as he was advised well by someone with a better understanding of court manipulation and conniving. "I... I don't really know how to answer that, Cal. I miss the days of running about, having a grand old time, and the freedoms there. I miss being able to go about in a tunic and breeches, without these overstated clothes. But then... there's her. Emmanuelle..." He spoke the name with a tone of fascination and wonderment, each syllable pronounced as though it was a gem falling from his lips. "Whatever else I have to put up with, Emmanuelle is worth all of it. I know it's foolish, feeling this strongly so quickly, but I can't imagine feeling this strongly for anyone else. She's... really something special."
Cal shook his head, smiling back in return. "I can't imagine a better pair to rule. What I wouldn't give to be pledged to a flower like that." The two snapped back to attention, and Cal hurried off to go back to his duties of serving the meal as the doors to the dining hall opened to welcome in the guests.
BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT
If looks could kill, Lord Peter Medici, soon to be Chancellor of Kent, would have been dead ten times over. Not only did his presence remind Sabina of their times together long ago, but he was also, without much subtlety, suggesting that the two of them rekindle the dying ember that was all that remained of their old affairs. She couldn't allow him to get to her. Stay calm, now. He's smooth, he's irritating,
but you're stronger than he is. If you can just keep shooting him down, he'll eventually recognize the futility of pursuing you. That's what you want, right? Right?
"Oh, Lord Medici. I can't imagine any woman would deserve the sort of life which marriage to you would provide. Indeed, you are too clever by half; I'm afraid that you would leave her quite lost, were she not clever herself, and if she were, she would no doubt see through you, and any woman who knew the real you would never deign to wed you." She accented this convoluted comment with an innocent smile. "Besides, Lord Peter, I hardly took you for the sort to wed. In civilized society, married men do not frequent brothels or hire whores to keep them company when they are incapable of attracting any women of the daylight."
As they neared the slowly-opening doors of the dining hall, she whispered in a more serious tone "If you listened to nothing else I said today, listen to this: Do not touch the Prince or Princess with your schemes. You are to be Prince Crispin's Chancellor, and if you do well, your manipulative spirit will serve him well, but if you turn against him or his queen, I swear to you now that I will do anything in my power to destroy you in the eyes of all in this court. The Prince is a good man, a guileless man, and the Princess is a kindhearted woman. They deserve their happiness, and you will not compromise it."
As he'd been forced by custom and propriety to be properly clothed and prepared for the arrival of his betrothed and her associated nobles, Crispin's preparation for the meal itself went quickly, and before long, he was ushered into the dining hall. As was the custom, he waited beside the seat of his betrothed, standing at the ready to pull her chair out once she arrived, then sit beside her. The idea of sharing a meal, and later, more with her excited him to no end, and he had to put forth a conscious effort not to allow his cheeks to showcase his thoughts with untimely redness.
As he waited for the other nobles to arrive, Cal, the slightly overweight servant who had come to his aid by escorting the Princess and her entourage, arrived at his elbow. "Your Grace. The Princess and her ladies will arrive in but a few minutes. If you would permit me to ask, how do you feel about this whole affair? The formality and all, I mean. Not to be too forward, or overstep my bounds as your servant, but you're only just now really stepping into the role of Royal Heir. It wasn't long ago that we were terrorizing the groomsmen and smiths, rather than preparing for the arrival of foreign dignitaries and nobles. Are you alright with the change?"
Crispin smiled openly, a trait which Cal and many others in the court admired. There wasn't a deceitful bone in the young noble's body. He trusted fiercely, and spoke truthfully. He would make a fine king, so long as he was advised well by someone with a better understanding of court manipulation and conniving. "I... I don't really know how to answer that, Cal. I miss the days of running about, having a grand old time, and the freedoms there. I miss being able to go about in a tunic and breeches, without these overstated clothes. But then... there's her. Emmanuelle..." He spoke the name with a tone of fascination and wonderment, each syllable pronounced as though it was a gem falling from his lips. "Whatever else I have to put up with, Emmanuelle is worth all of it. I know it's foolish, feeling this strongly so quickly, but I can't imagine feeling this strongly for anyone else. She's... really something special."
Cal shook his head, smiling back in return. "I can't imagine a better pair to rule. What I wouldn't give to be pledged to a flower like that." The two snapped back to attention, and Cal hurried off to go back to his duties of serving the meal as the doors to the dining hall opened to welcome in the guests.
BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT
If looks could kill, Lord Peter Medici, soon to be Chancellor of Kent, would have been dead ten times over. Not only did his presence remind Sabina of their times together long ago, but he was also, without much subtlety, suggesting that the two of them rekindle the dying ember that was all that remained of their old affairs. She couldn't allow him to get to her. Stay calm, now. He's smooth, he's irritating,
but you're stronger than he is. If you can just keep shooting him down, he'll eventually recognize the futility of pursuing you. That's what you want, right? Right?
"Oh, Lord Medici. I can't imagine any woman would deserve the sort of life which marriage to you would provide. Indeed, you are too clever by half; I'm afraid that you would leave her quite lost, were she not clever herself, and if she were, she would no doubt see through you, and any woman who knew the real you would never deign to wed you." She accented this convoluted comment with an innocent smile. "Besides, Lord Peter, I hardly took you for the sort to wed. In civilized society, married men do not frequent brothels or hire whores to keep them company when they are incapable of attracting any women of the daylight."
As they neared the slowly-opening doors of the dining hall, she whispered in a more serious tone "If you listened to nothing else I said today, listen to this: Do not touch the Prince or Princess with your schemes. You are to be Prince Crispin's Chancellor, and if you do well, your manipulative spirit will serve him well, but if you turn against him or his queen, I swear to you now that I will do anything in my power to destroy you in the eyes of all in this court. The Prince is a good man, a guileless man, and the Princess is a kindhearted woman. They deserve their happiness, and you will not compromise it."
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