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The Trident For Nautrias [Underwater Sci-Fi]

@Headhunter

Hello~

This sounds really interesting! I'd love to join if there is room ^_^

Misfit Mansion [18+] [co-gm needed!]

@Squirrel98

I’m pretty much good with anything as well. Will try and have my CS up today ^_^

Misfit Mansion [18+: dark supernatural]

Very interested in this! Will hopefully have a cs up soon~ ^_^

Fallout ?

Count me interested~!

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

@Tuxxle 77

Here it is~! discord.gg/8wRs8Bb

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Amicus

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"A rumor, hm?" He hummed rocking back on the heels of his boots as if pondering his choices. "I suppose that'll work." He finally answered with a chuckle. "My appetite for gossip has always out weighed that of my stomach anyways." He admitted with a shrug. Perhaps, if this wasn't so true he'd have more meat on his bones and wouldn't be as prone to getting himself into troubling situations. Eh, probably not. Besides he was especially interested in what she had to say. He hadn't seen anyone like her before or at least not in Anvil. Who was she? Why was she here? And just how far away from home was she? The same could be said for the stranger behind her. He had this mysterious aura about him that just seemed to reel the elf's curiosity in more. Truth be told, he was just being nosy and didn't really feel like spending a quiet night in the inn. How could he? With all the nightlife that seemed to be emerging from Anvil at the moment.

Just as he was about open his mouth to speak, a voice behind him caught his attention. Effectively shutting him up and making him inwardly jump in the process. Behind him stood a tall muscular man with dark long hair and cutting hazel eyes. By the nine! How did he sneak up like that so silently? Amicus listened as the two other men spoke his golden gaze flicking between the two. Silently filing down what little info he picked up in his mind. Only one in this little gathering was a native. Interesting. "Aw, well I wouldn't call it that." He spoke with a grin as he rubbed the back of his neck a tad bit flustered by the compliment. He hadn't really mean't to acquire such attention, seemed word around the streets traveled. "Thanks, big guy. I'll keep that in mind." He added giving the taller a small appreciative nod of his head.

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Amicus

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He wasn't sure if it was just because the streets were relatively quite at this time of day or if it was the effects of the setting sun, but the city of Anvil always seemed so serene during this time. Amicus pondered gazing listlessly at the river from his spot under the bridge. Then again what did he know? He hadn't been in the city but for only a couple of weeks now, finding work in treating the slum's sick. Not a very fruitful endeavor coin wise but, enriching in spirit at least. The people could only give so much for his services. He knew this and was fine with that. Still the growing hunger in his stomach had differing thoughts on the matter. Thankfully the river was in no shortage of fish. Now if only they would bite. He thought casting his makeshift fishing line into the water once more.

Any prospects of successfully catching something diminished into nothing as a stray rock was skipped across the surface. It took a moment for the action to register in the elf's head before he let out a defeated sigh. Seems like fish wasn't on the menu tonight. Oh well. He supposed he wasn't that hungry. That or either the origin of the rock had piqued his curiosity enough to forget about it at the moment. Amicus stood from his sitting position, stretching his arms before gathering up his belongings. The blonde then proceeded to climb up the bank and make his way up to the bridge. He was met with two silhouetted figures. A rather tall and muscled man leaning against the side accompanied by a smaller female. She seemed quite young and judging on her looks certainly not native to the area. Perhaps he was interrupting something? The thought of turning and leaving crossed his mind for a moment before he waved it away. He'd take his chances. Besides the two seemed relatively friendly or at the very least docile. "So, who is the talented rock skipper that owes me dinner?" He spoke as he folded his arms over his chest. There was no heat behind his tone more joking than anything. The grin that tugged at his lips didn't help much either.

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Amicus

Name:
Amicus Castillo

Age:
26

Race:
Elf

Appearance:

(Has pointed ears)

Being not too tall nor not quite short, Amicus stands at a height of 5'9". Like many of his race his body is built slender and lithe. He keeps himself physically fit sporting lean muscles. His hair is a soft beige blonde that falls just past his shoulders. When not letting it fall freely, he is known to tie his locks back with a ribbon. Below slender blonde brows sit a pair of curious sunlit golden eyes. Peeking past his long locks are a pair of pointed ears, each clasped with a simple metal ear cuff. His back is tattooed with faded black ink in an intricate elven design. Amicus' outfit consist of light weight leather armor, a satchel slung over his shoulder filled with herbs and medical supplies, his bow and quiver, as well as a hunting dagger at his hip.

Personality:
Amicus has a very laid back agreeable attitude that makes him easy to get along with. He has extensive medical and flora knowledge. Knowing which plants and herbs to mix together in order to make healing salves. While he enjoys his alone time, Amicus also craves time spent with others. He is a loyal friend and is the type one can go to for just about anything. Need a shoulder to cry on? An ear to listen to your troubles? Maybe you are just in the mood for some company. Perhaps you just need a good hug. Whatever it may be, one can count on him to be there. In short, Amicus is like a big brother. He enjoys teasing and messing with his friends however, he will always be there for them. His nonchalant attitude can be off putting to others, sometimes being taking as a lack of caring or lacking in an ability to take things seriously. His mouth has gotten him into more trouble than he ever cares to admit.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Apologies for the tardiness! Midterms have been killer. Will have a post up soon~

Elder Scrolls: Skingrad Company

Will have this finished soon~!

WIP

Name:
Sisseepa
(sis•SEE•pa)

Race:
Argonian

Gender:
Male

Age:
32

Appearance:

Personality:
If one was to see past his scaly, sharp tooth, talon cladded cover, they would find a gentle humbled soul. Sisseepa generally keeps a level head in tough situations. Sisseepa takes his oath to the Skingrad Company very seriously. Doing his best to uphold and complete contracts that is given. He is incredibly loyal to the Skingrad and his fellow guild members. He is a man of his word and will stick by it no matter what. He enjoys the simple things in life. Whether that be taking a stroll on a nice warm evening, or sharing a mug of ale with friends. Nothing warms his heart more. He views his brothers and sisters in arms with the utmost respect as they can count on him to watch their backs. Despite his kind and calm manner he is not to be taken lightly in battle, being pretty lethal in guerrilla warfare. Even with his sturdy physique, Sisseepa treads with sure-footed steps. Despite being far from his home in the marshes, his heritage shows in his speech and mannerism. Spending most of his early life with his tribe in Black Marsh, he still he finds himself at a loss when it comes customs of others. However, he is putting forth an effort to learn. Sisseepa is driven by morals and what he perceives as right however, at times this proves to be a problem when orders conflict. Leaving him a confused and conflicted mess.

Class:
Warrior

Major:
+ Blunt
+ Athletics
+ Hand to Hand

Minor:
-Armorer
-Light Armor
-Speechcraft
-Sneak

Equipment:
+ A set of leather armor
+ (x1) Fine Silver Battle Ax
+ (x2) Iron daggers
+ (x1) Journal

History: