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Current Stop being passive aggressive. Just be aggressive.

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1 yr ago

It is certainly not 'optimal', but it *is* doable, depending on what you want to do with it. You could go swords or valor bard and play them more like a warrior with some magical ability

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2 yrs ago

One might say your villain arc has begun. Embrace it.

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2 yrs ago

Man do I love watching the circus

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In 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Galahad Quaid

"Just as well, some of us could do with a shower." Galahad chuckled with little mirth as he stood next to the young, blue haired alchemist, "That carriage was not big enough for the lot of us."

Galahad stood by the majority of their small congregation of outcasts and oddities. Strange that he might've considered himself one, but these were strange circumstances regardless. The rain beaded on the exposed metal plates of his armor not covered by the luxurious blue cloak and dripped off the locks that framed his face. Draped casually over a shoulder and held in place with a lazy gauntlet was a large polearm, fully covered, sheathed in a wrapping of linens and leather to protect it from the elements. Galahad was used to rainy seasons, back home the rain never seemed to stop- gray and overcast were the norm. The southlands had been much warmer and sunnier in general, but rains like this reminded him of home. 

Their little gathering was a motley one to be sure, all sorts of freaks and oddities abound. Galahad rarely had the pleasure- or ill luck of working in groups, but on the few occasions he had, they were much like this. Especially in the south, mercenaries, adventurers, wanderers and merchants alike were a strange bunch. While most cities were a generally homogenous of their race and background, on the road the people were as varied as their stories, though most were only fit to addle your brain with their constant droning. People always thought they were more interesting than they actually were- there were exceptions of course, himself being one of them. He hadn't yet deigned to find out the stories of the others with him, but he was sure at least one of them wouldn't bore him out of his mind.

Already they had hit a snag. The goblin named Rooster seemed to have an issue with them passing through the gates and into the city itself. Perhaps there was a door tax? Either way, it was surprising that their guide- and 'employers'- were unable to open such doors for them, literally in this case. Some of the others were already on edge. Unfortunately, things could never go as simply as one hoped it seemed.

"Are they not expecting us, Farfa?" Galahad called out, his tone amused, but his face blank and bored. A free hand lightly brushed a wet lock of hair out of his face. He took a few steps forward to the relative front of the group, though not as close up as their diminutive fae knight had gone. His gaze rested lazily on the two armored guards in front of them. "If I had known there were going to be complications, I would have asked the carriage to stay a moment longer."

In 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Galahad Quaid




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Sir Galahad Wilmont de Vitas Quaid III
 38  |  Male  |  Half-Elf 
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❏ BIRTHPLACE: Vitas, Capitol of the Stormlands

❏ CASTE: Noble

❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Quaid Family (Formerly), Knights of the Storm (Formerly) 

❏ GOALS: To prove to his family that he is, to be frank, better than all of them.

_______________________________________________

TALENTS:
◆ Charismatic Courtier: The Scion of a noble family, Galahad is skilled and working his way through conversation- either through charming and schmoozing those of noble stature, or browbeating and intimidating those of lower standing.
◆ Mage Knight: While of noble birth, Galahad isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and is a full fledged knight of the Stormlands. Though trained in and capable of using a wide variety of armaments and armor, Galahad prefers to wield a polearm. 
◆ Lutist: Hands never idle, Galahad has some experience with the arts, as expected of one of noble birth, and is fairly competent with music.

EQUIPMENT:
◆ Galahad's Armor - Well crafted and balanced set of armor designed to be protective and mobile. Consists of a base layer of a long gambeson, with a mail shirt and cuirass. Plate pauldrons, vambraces and greaves protect the extremities, and a deep blue cloak bearing the Quaid family sigil wraps around the shoulders.
◆ Shortsword - An elvish shortsword of high quality.
◆ Quaid Sigil Clasp - An emerald clasp with the Quaid family sigil and a 'G' embedded within the gem in gold.
Appearance
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Standing in at just over six feet tall, Galahad is a lithe and sinewy individual with the appearance of one who is used to continuous physical exertion, without some of the bulk of his fellow knights. As expected of an Knight of the Storm, his physique is in excellent shape, and his frame is akin to what might be expected of an athlete or career soldier. His skin is a light olive tone and is relatively unscathed. His dark black hair falls in graceful waves around his head, hiding the slight tips of his ears, and his eyes are a cold emerald green, possessing a piercing, almost chilling gaze. Galahad has an expensive taste in attire, often wearing fine silken clothes with bright and vibrant colors, and a borderline gaudy amount of jewelry.  

Personality
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Snarky and flippant, Galahad is a confident- often to the point of arrogance, and self assured individual. His casual and selfish demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his lackadaisical nature and often haughty attitude does little to change the opinions of others. He has a penchant for sarcasm and rarely seems to take things seriously, throwing snide jokes or dashing charm around whenever he sees fit like a flip of a coin. Underneath his cool are careless persona lies a quiet, impotent rage, feelings of inadequacy, jealousy, cynicism and a constant need to prove himself. The weight of expectations placed upon on him by others weighs heavy on his mind. 

Galahad mingles well with those of genteel birth, and easily works his way through aristocrats and knights alike, though he has difficulty relating to those of poorer circumstances. His attitude does little to garner the sympathies of the common folk and he often seems disinterested or uncaring about the struggles of others.

Not quite as vapid and self centered as he portrays himself- though still some measure of each- Galahad possesses a well developed moral compass, and is strongly loyal to those he cares about, though his tone and callousness might suggest otherwise. He cares about folk, in his own way, but one will never hear him admit such in open conversation.

Arcana
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Major:The Strength Arcana
The third in his family line to have been blessed with the Strength Arcana, Galahad, while no master, is fairly proficient with his abilities, or at least well practiced with his current repertoire of abilities. Like most others of the Strength Arcana, he possesses the ability to fly and jump great distances with ease. While able to manipulate the gravity of others, when in conflict, Galahad is most proficient in manipulating his own. His lance moves lighter than a feather and hits harder than a warhorse, from above he can throw down his lance and leave craters in the ground from its impact. He can generate small singularities to suck in or restrain people or objects in a small localized area or increase the force of gravity on a man's sword so he cannot heft it properly. In general it takes less effort to manipulate his own than it does to manipulate something another person is actively controlling.

Minor:The Seven of Swords
An ancient relic lance, handed down from from generations, the Seven of Swords was first obtained by Galahad Archemon Vitas Quaid, first of his name. Made from levinstone, a rare and powerful metal native to the Stormlands the weapon is unwieldy and difficult for the uninitiated to use. When properly attuned to its user, the Seven of Swords is easier to control and can even return to its wielder's hand on command. The Seven of Swords can split itself into 7 identical lances, echoes of the original, with each copy holding the same properties. The original lance is held in hand, while it's echos float around the user until actively manipulated. Unless otherwise affected, the echoes fade after a few minutes, and there can only be 7 lances at a time.

Combat: 7 ••••••• Culture: 3 ••• Commerce: 1 • Magic: 6 •••••• Survival: 2 •• Karma: 5 •••••


_{________________________________________} _{Sir Galahad Wilmont de Vitas Quaid III 38 \| Male \| Half-Elf} ^{_______________________________________________} ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Vitas, Capitol of the Stormlands ❏ CASTE: Noble ❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Quaid Family (Formerly), Knights of the Storm (Formerly) ❏ GOALS: To prove to his family that he is, to be frank, better than all of them. ^{_______________________________________________} TALENTS: ◆ Charismatic Courtier: The Scion of a noble family, Galahad is skilled and working his way through conversation- either through charming and schmoozing those of noble stature, or browbeating and intimidating those of lower standing. ◆ Mage Knight: While of noble birth, Galahad isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and is a full fledged knight of the Stormlands. Though trained in and capable of using a wide variety of armaments and armor, Galahad prefers to wield a polearm. ◆ Lutist: Hands never idle, Galahad has some experience with the arts, as expected of one of noble birth, and is fairly competent with music. EQUIPMENT: ◆ Galahad's Armor - Well crafted and balanced set of armor designed to be protective and mobile. Consists of a base layer of a long gambeson, with a mail shirt and cuirass. Plate pauldrons, vambraces and greaves protect the extremities, and a deep blue cloak bearing the Quaid family sigil wraps around the shoulders. ◆ Shortsword - An elvish shortsword of high quality. ◆ Quaid Sigil Clasp - An emerald clasp with the Quaid family sigil and a 'G' embedded within the gem in gold.	Appearance _{^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}} Standing in at just over six feet tall, Galahad is a lithe and sinewy individual with the appearance of one who is used to continuous physical exertion, without some of the bulk of his fellow knights. As expected of an Knight of the Storm, his physique is in excellent shape, and his frame is akin to what might be expected of an athlete or career soldier. His skin is a light olive tone and is relatively unscathed. His dark black hair falls in graceful waves around his head, hiding the slight tips of his ears, and his eyes are a cold emerald green, possessing a piercing, almost chilling gaze. Galahad has an expensive taste in attire, often wearing fine silken clothes with bright and vibrant colors, and a borderline gaudy amount of jewelry. Personality _{^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}} Snarky and flippant, Galahad is a confident- often to the point of arrogance, and self assured individual. His casual and selfish demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his lackadaisical nature and often haughty attitude does little to change the opinions of others. He has a penchant for sarcasm and rarely seems to take things seriously, throwing snide jokes or dashing charm around whenever he sees fit like a flip of a coin. Underneath his cool are careless persona lies a quiet, impotent rage, feelings of inadequacy, jealousy, cynicism and a constant need to prove himself. The weight of expectations placed upon on him by others weighs heavy on his mind. Galahad mingles well with those of genteel birth, and easily works his way through aristocrats and knights alike, though he has difficulty relating to those of poorer circumstances. His attitude does little to garner the sympathies of the common folk and he often seems disinterested or uncaring about the struggles of others. Not quite as vapid and self centered as he portrays himself- though still some measure of each- Galahad possesses a well developed moral compass, and is strongly loyal to those he cares about, though his tone and callousness might suggest otherwise. He cares about folk, in his own way, but one will never hear him admit such in open conversation. Arcana _{^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}} Major: The Strength Arcana The third in his family line to have been blessed with the Strength Arcana, Galahad, while no master, is fairly proficient with his abilities, or at least well practiced with his current repertoire of abilities. Like most others of the Strength Arcana, he possesses the ability to fly and jump great distances with ease. While able to manipulate the gravity of others, when in conflict, Galahad is most proficient in manipulating his own. His lance moves lighter than a feather and hits harder than a warhorse, from above he can throw down his lance and leave craters in the ground from its impact. He can generate small singularities to suck in or restrain people or objects in a small localized area or increase the force of gravity on a man's sword so he cannot heft it properly. In general it takes less effort to manipulate his own than it does to manipulate something another person is actively controlling. Minor: The Seven of Swords An ancient relic lance, handed down from from generations, the Seven of Swords was first obtained by Galahad Archemon Vitas Quaid, first of his name. Made from levinstone, a rare and powerful metal native to the Stormlands the weapon is unwieldy and difficult for the uninitiated to use. When properly attuned to its user, the Seven of Swords is easier to control and can even return to its wielder's hand on command. The Seven of Swords can split itself into 7 identical lances, echoes of the original, with each copy holding the same properties. The original lance is held in hand, while it's echos float around the user until actively manipulated. Unless otherwise affected, the echoes fade after a few minutes, and there can only be 7 lances at a time.

In ⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

@Haha haha I'm glad you remember 😅 this one isn't too dissimilar from Spiritum Galahad, at least as far as his family background goes. He's just snarkier and more of an asshole. He's still a tsundere

I was going to message you about it if it got the okay, I had a thought of the Quaid family being nominally related to the royal family of the Stormlands. I'll send you a pm about it later

Hopefully we get someone in the party that understands money 😅

In ⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

Galahad Quaid



________________________________________
Sir Galahad Wilmont de Vitas Quaid III
 38  |  Male  |  Half-Elf 
_______________________________________________

❏ BIRTHPLACE: Vitas, Capitol of the Stormlands

❏ CASTE: Noble

❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Quaid Family (Formerly), Knights of the Storm (Formerly) 

❏ GOALS: To prove to his family that he is, to be frank, better than all of them.

_______________________________________________

TALENTS:
◆ Charismatic Courtier: The Scion of a noble family, Galahad is skilled and working his way through conversation- either through charming and schmoozing those of noble stature, or browbeating and intimidating those of lower standing.
◆ Mage Knight: While of noble birth, Galahad isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and is a full fledged knight of the Stormlands. Though trained in and capable of using a wide variety of armaments and armor, Galahad prefers to wield a polearm. 
◆ Lutist: Hands never idle, Galahad has some experience with the arts, as expected of one of noble birth, and is fairly competent with music.

EQUIPMENT:
◆ Galahad's Armor - Well crafted and balanced set of armor designed to be protective and mobile. Consists of a base layer of a long gambeson, with a mail shirt and cuirass. Plate pauldrons, vambraces and greaves protect the extremities, and a deep blue cloak bearing the Quaid family sigil wraps around the shoulders.
◆ Shortsword - An elvish shortsword of high quality.
◆ Quaid Sigil Clasp - An emerald clasp with the Quaid family sigil and a 'G' embedded within the gem in gold.Appearance
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Standing in at just over six feet tall, Galahad is a lithe and sinewy individual with the appearance of one who is used to continuous physical exertion, without some of the bulk of his fellow knights. As expected of an Knight of the Storm, his physique is in excellent shape, and his frame is akin to what might be expected of an athlete or career soldier. His skin is a light olive tone and is relatively unscathed. His dark black hair falls in graceful waves around his head, hiding the slight tips of his ears, and his eyes are a cold emerald green, possessing a piercing, almost chilling gaze. Galahad has an expensive taste in attire, often wearing fine silken clothes with bright and vibrant colors, and a borderline gaudy amount of jewelry.  

Personality
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Snarky and flippant, Galahad is a confident- often to the point of arrogance, and self assured individual. His casual and selfish demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his lackadaisical nature and often haughty attitude does little to change the opinions of others. He has a penchant for sarcasm and rarely seems to take things seriously, throwing snide jokes or dashing charm around whenever he sees fit like a flip of a coin. Underneath his cool are careless persona lies a quiet, impotent rage, feelings of inadequacy, jealousy, cynicism and a constant need to prove himself. The weight of expectations placed upon on him by others weighs heavy on his mind. 

Galahad mingles well with those of genteel birth, and easily works his way through aristocrats and knights alike, though he has difficulty relating to those of poorer circumstances. His attitude does little to garner the sympathies of the common folk and he often seems disinterested or uncaring about the struggles of others.

Not quite as vapid and self centered as he portrays himself- though still some measure of each- Galahad possesses a well developed moral compass, and is strongly loyal to those he cares about, though his tone and callousness might suggest otherwise. He cares about folk, in his own way, but one will never hear him admit such in open conversation.

Arcana
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
Major:The Strength Arcana
The third in his family line to have been blessed with the Strength Arcana, Galahad, while no master, is fairly proficient with his abilities, or at least well practiced with his current repertoire of abilities. Like most others of the Strength Arcana, he possesses the ability to fly and jump great distances with ease. While able to manipulate the gravity of others, when in conflict, Galahad is most proficient in manipulating his own. His lance moves lighter than a feather and hits harder than a warhorse, from above he can throw down his lance and leave craters in the ground from its impact. He can generate small singularities to suck in or restrain people or objects in a small localized area or increase the force of gravity on a man's sword so he cannot heft it properly. In general it takes less effort to manipulate his own than it does to manipulate something another person is actively controlling.

Minor:The Seven of Swords
An ancient relic lance, handed down from from generations, the Seven of Swords was first obtained by Galahad Archemon Vitas Quaid, first of his name. Made from levinstone, a rare and powerful metal native to the Stormlands the weapon is unwieldy and difficult for the uninitiated to use. When properly attuned to its user, the Seven of Swords is easier to control and can even return to its wielder's hand on command. The Seven of Swords can split itself into 7 identical lances, echoes of the original, with each copy holding the same properties. The original lance is held in hand, while it's echos float around the user until actively manipulated. Unless otherwise affected, the echoes fade after a few minutes, and there can only be 7 lances at a time.

Combat: 7 ••••••• Culture: 3 ••• Commerce: 1 • Magic: 6 •••••• Survival: 2 •• Karma: 5 •••••



First draft of my character is done, I'll do another pass in a bit. I liked the way @Shard wrote out his stats so I might do that too.

Let me know if the minor acana is too much. Idk if we were allowed to have one but the sheet made me think we could 


_{________________________________________} _{Sir Galahad Wilmont de Vitas Quaid III 38 \| Male \| Half-Elf} ^{_______________________________________________} ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Vitas, Capitol of the Stormlands ❏ CASTE: Noble ❏ AFFILIATIONS: The Quaid Family (Formerly), Knights of the Storm (Formerly) ❏ GOALS: To prove to his family that he is, to be frank, better than all of them. ^{_______________________________________________} TALENTS: ◆ Charismatic Courtier: The Scion of a noble family, Galahad is skilled and working his way through conversation- either through charming and schmoozing those of noble stature, or browbeating and intimidating those of lower standing. ◆ Mage Knight: While of noble birth, Galahad isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and is a full fledged knight of the Stormlands. Though trained in and capable of using a wide variety of armaments and armor, Galahad prefers to wield a polearm. ◆ Lutist: Hands never idle, Galahad has some experience with the arts, as expected of one of noble birth, and is fairly competent with music. EQUIPMENT: ◆ Galahad's Armor - Well crafted and balanced set of armor designed to be protective and mobile. Consists of a base layer of a long gambeson, with a mail shirt and cuirass. Plate pauldrons, vambraces and greaves protect the extremities, and a deep blue cloak bearing the Quaid family sigil wraps around the shoulders. ◆ Shortsword - An elvish shortsword of high quality. ◆ Quaid Sigil Clasp - An emerald clasp with the Quaid family sigil and a 'G' embedded within the gem in gold.	Appearance _{^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}} Standing in at just over six feet tall, Galahad is a lithe and sinewy individual with the appearance of one who is used to continuous physical exertion, without some of the bulk of his fellow knights. As expected of an Knight of the Storm, his physique is in excellent shape, and his frame is akin to what might be expected of an athlete or career soldier. His skin is a light olive tone and is relatively unscathed. His dark black hair falls in graceful waves around his head, hiding the slight tips of his ears, and his eyes are a cold emerald green, possessing a piercing, almost chilling gaze. Galahad has an expensive taste in attire, often wearing fine silken clothes with bright and vibrant colors, and a borderline gaudy amount of jewelry. Personality _{^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}} Snarky and flippant, Galahad is a confident- often to the point of arrogance, and self assured individual. His casual and selfish demeanor is often mistaken for an uncaring and aloof disposition, and his lackadaisical nature and often haughty attitude does little to change the opinions of others. He has a penchant for sarcasm and rarely seems to take things seriously, throwing snide jokes or dashing charm around whenever he sees fit like a flip of a coin. Underneath his cool are careless persona lies a quiet, impotent rage, feelings of inadequacy, jealousy, cynicism and a constant need to prove himself. The weight of expectations placed upon on him by others weighs heavy on his mind. Galahad mingles well with those of genteel birth, and easily works his way through aristocrats and knights alike, though he has difficulty relating to those of poorer circumstances. His attitude does little to garner the sympathies of the common folk and he often seems disinterested or uncaring about the struggles of others. Not quite as vapid and self centered as he portrays himself- though still some measure of each- Galahad possesses a well developed moral compass, and is strongly loyal to those he cares about, though his tone and callousness might suggest otherwise. He cares about folk, in his own way, but one will never hear him admit such in open conversation. Arcana _{^{▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔}} Major: The Strength Arcana The third in his family line to have been blessed with the Strength Arcana, Galahad, while no master, is fairly proficient with his abilities, or at least well practiced with his current repertoire of abilities. Like most others of the Strength Arcana, he possesses the ability to fly and jump great distances with ease. While able to manipulate the gravity of others, when in conflict, Galahad is most proficient in manipulating his own. His lance moves lighter than a feather and hits harder than a warhorse, from above he can throw down his lance and leave craters in the ground from its impact. He can generate small singularities to suck in or restrain people or objects in a small localized area or increase the force of gravity on a man's sword so he cannot heft it properly. In general it takes less effort to manipulate his own than it does to manipulate something another person is actively controlling. Minor: The Seven of Swords An ancient relic lance, handed down from from generations, the Seven of Swords was first obtained by Galahad Archemon Vitas Quaid, first of his name. Made from levinstone, a rare and powerful metal native to the Stormlands the weapon is unwieldy and difficult for the uninitiated to use. When properly attuned to its user, the Seven of Swords is easier to control and can even return to its wielder's hand on command. The Seven of Swords can split itself into 7 identical lances, echoes of the original, with each copy holding the same properties. The original lance is held in hand, while it's echos float around the user until actively manipulated. Unless otherwise affected, the echoes fade after a few minutes, and there can only be 7 lances at a time.

In ⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

Think I'm gonna settle on Strength afterall, I have an idea for a somewhat snooty nobleman, or disgraced scion type

@Haha in regards to the stats on the sheet, I know the min is 1 and max is 10, what would you consider 'average'?

In ⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

Maybe I'll try my hand at the strength arcana, flying is cool. I'll browse and peruse a bit more

In ⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

Haha I was about to say that I'd go for magician if you were dead set on sun! Take your pick and I'll write a character for the other @Shard

Edit: oh, apparently magician has not been seen in a thousand years, maybe I'll have to adjust 

In ⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks

Are you trying to avoid repeats for arcana? I was interested in the sun arcana but I think someone else wants it 

In ⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks

Paying attention to this

In ᵗʰᵉ Last Avatar. → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

_______________________________........Location   ·   |@vietmyke] Desert Rest Stop   ·   Everyone Nearby
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Jin Wei twitched uncomfortably as the man started going on about Synergy. Unsurprisingly he was one of them. To be honest, Jin wasn't used to talking with these sorts of people, usually it was just a warning shot and an order to shove off before the actual shooting began. Jin rarely ever got this close to them. In fact, had they been in any other situation, Jin would've already shot his warning shot and would be pointing the barrel of his gun at the man- but they were in a bit more delicate of a situation than being on the pipe, and shooting one of the drivers only spelled bad fortune for the caravan's survival. 

Unfortunately for him, the man seemingly didn't give a fuck what the situation was, his greed obviously valuing the potential haul of valuable Synergy over the lives of the benders in his 'care'. Obviously the man wasn't having it, leveling not so subtle threats at him. As the man placed his hand on his hip, so too, did Jin's stance shift from 'casual' to 'ready' with his levergun. 

However, before anything could happen, they became made aware of something coming in the distance- followed by the chaos of an attack. Had they been sold out? Jin barely had the time to formulate the thoughts in his head before he realized he was distracted. Whipping his head back to face the man in front of them, things were devolving rapidly. Jin started to move his rifle up, but Sumire stepped in the way- trying to protect him (ignoring the fact that he was in the process of trying to protect her) and as the explosion threw them to the ground, Jin heard the man's gun bark once- and felt his face get thrown back a split second later.

Jin hit the ground hard, dazed, ears ringing, his mouth tasting of copper and grit. His eyes struggled to focus, and he saw things in panes- repeated images playing across his view. Sunlight filtered through a large, spiderwebbing crack in the center of his faceplate. He heard voices yelling, and he felt someone grab his shoulders and pull him half up. He heard Reman talking to him, telling him to get up as well. 

"Easy for you to say," Jin grunted as he struggled to his feet, "You didn't just get shot in the head."

Jin heard an 'Eep!' from Sumire and turned to find the dazed man struggling to get up, grabbing at Sumire's foot as he tried to stop them from getting away from him. Jin saw one of Sumire's bunny ears ripped from the ricochet of a bullet as she tried to pull herself away from him. Staggering out of Reman's grasp Jin put a pair of arms around Sumire and unceremoniously ripped her away from the man. Stumbling forward, the man swung a fist at Jin, bones cracking against the side of Jin's armored helmet as he cried out in pain. In response, Jin merely took a step forward and slugged the gunless gunman in the face with a steel plated glove, breaking his nose and sending him to the ground. 

Pulling himself back up to his full height, he was now aware of the sound of a woman yelling at him to get in the car and drive. He shot a look over in the voice's direction, a shattered faceplate distorting the image so he couldn't quite see who it was yelling at him. 

"You're more than welcome to get in another fucking car if I'm taking too long." He retorted sarcastically, the lights of the Kyoshi already blinking as they unlocked "Maybe hitch a ride with them?" He spat, pointing at the smoking, disabled junker of a car next to them. Jin yanked the driver side door open, the woman was right, they were running out of time, but Jin was never one to take a mouthing off without replying in kind. "Shut up and get in the car. Mire, shotgun, the rest of you figure it out yourselves."

Sumire slid over the hood as Jin grabbed the bar by the driver side door. As one foot placed itself in the car, Jin felt something grabbing at his ankle. Looking down, he saw the driver that tried to rob him, now weaponless and defenseless. 

"W-wait!" The man spluttered through a bloody, broken nose, "You can't just leave me here!" 

Jin regarded the broken man for a short moment before he nodded. "Fair enough." He leveled the barrel of his gun at the man's skull. 

"Wait-" 

The rifle cracked once, and the driver-side door of the Kyoshi slammed shut.

Pulling his helmet off his face, Jin pushed the start button on the Kyoshi and flicked a half dozen switches. Steel windows went blank for a moment before displays began to blink on, automatically filtering out the haze of the sand billowing around them. Fingers impatiently fidgeting with the control panel of his vehicle as he waited for everyone to finish throwing themselves into the vehicle. Hell, at this point in time Jin didn't particularly care about who was in his car or who he left behind. As long as Reman and Sumire were in the car, that's all that mattered. Reman had a direction to go, Sumire was Sumire. The rest of them could get in line and come along for the ride or pound sand. Chances are the rest of the caravan was fucked anyhow. 

So long as they could load up fast enough, the only thing really standing in their way now was the big... guy...? Person...? Thing...? Jin wasn't entirely sure who or what it was, but he figured it wasn't faster than a car. It was standing in between them and the rest of the Si Wong Desert, but they were on open sand, he could just swing the car in a wide berth around the thing, and pray that the rest of the RSF were too busy cleaning up the rest of the caravan to pay attention to a single vehicle booking it into the wastes.


________________________________........	_{Location · \|@vietmyke] Desert Rest Stop · Everyone Nearby} ____________________________________________________________________________. Jin Wei twitched uncomfortably as the man started going on about Synergy. Unsurprisingly he was one of them. To be honest, Jin wasn't used to talking with these sorts of people, usually it was just a warning shot and an order to shove off before the actual shooting began. Jin rarely ever got this close to them. In fact, had they been in any other situation, Jin would've already shot his warning shot and would be pointing the barrel of his gun at the man- but they were in a bit more delicate of a situation than being on the pipe, and shooting one of the drivers only spelled bad fortune for the caravan's survival. Unfortunately for him, the man seemingly didn't give a fuck what the situation was, his greed obviously valuing the potential haul of valuable Synergy over the lives of the benders in his 'care'. Obviously the man wasn't having it, leveling not so subtle threats at him. As the man placed his hand on his hip, so too, did Jin's stance shift from 'casual' to 'ready' with his levergun. However, before anything could happen, they became made aware of something coming in the distance- followed by the chaos of an attack. Had they been sold out? Jin barely had the time to formulate the thoughts in his head before he realized he was distracted. Whipping his head back to face the man in front of them, things were devolving rapidly. Jin started to move his rifle up, but Sumire stepped in the way- trying to protect him (ignoring the fact that he was in the process of trying to protect her) and as the explosion threw them to the ground, Jin heard the man's gun bark once- and felt his face get thrown back a split second later. Jin hit the ground hard, dazed, ears ringing, his mouth tasting of copper and grit. His eyes struggled to focus, and he saw things in panes- repeated images playing across his view. Sunlight filtered through a large, spiderwebbing crack in the center of his faceplate. He heard voices yelling, and he felt someone grab his shoulders and pull him half up. He heard Reman talking to him, telling him to get up as well. "Easy for you to say," Jin grunted as he struggled to his feet, "You didn't just get shot in the head." Jin heard an 'Eep!' from Sumire and turned to find the dazed man struggling to get up, grabbing at Sumire's foot as he tried to stop them from getting away from him. Jin saw one of Sumire's bunny ears ripped from the ricochet of a bullet as she tried to pull herself away from him. Staggering out of Reman's grasp Jin put a pair of arms around Sumire and unceremoniously ripped her away from the man. Stumbling forward, the man swung a fist at Jin, bones cracking against the side of Jin's armored helmet as he cried out in pain. In response, Jin merely took a step forward and slugged the gunless gunman in the face with a steel plated glove, breaking his nose and sending him to the ground. Pulling himself back up to his full height, he was now aware of the sound of a woman yelling at him to get in the car and drive. He shot a look over in the voice's direction, a shattered faceplate distorting the image so he couldn't quite see who it was yelling at him. "You're more than welcome to get in another fucking car if I'm taking too long." He retorted sarcastically, the lights of the Kyoshi already blinking as they unlocked "Maybe hitch a ride with them?" He spat, pointing at the smoking, disabled junker of a car next to them. Jin yanked the driver side door open, the woman was right, they were running out of time, but Jin was never one to take a mouthing off without replying in kind. "Shut up and get in the car. Mire, shotgun, the rest of you figure it out yourselves." Sumire slid over the hood as Jin grabbed the bar by the driver side door. As one foot placed itself in the car, Jin felt something grabbing at his ankle. Looking down, he saw the driver that tried to rob him, now weaponless and defenseless. "W-wait!" The man spluttered through a bloody, broken nose, "You can't just leave me here!" Jin regarded the broken man for a short moment before he nodded. "Fair enough." He leveled the barrel of his gun at the man's skull. "Wait-" The rifle cracked once, and the driver-side door of the Kyoshi slammed shut. Pulling his helmet off his face, Jin pushed the start button on the Kyoshi and flicked a half dozen switches. Steel windows went blank for a moment before displays began to blink on, automatically filtering out the haze of the sand billowing around them. Fingers impatiently fidgeting with the control panel of his vehicle as he waited for everyone to finish throwing themselves into the vehicle. Hell, at this point in time Jin didn't particularly care about who was in his car or who he left behind. As long as Reman and Sumire were in the car, that's all that mattered. Reman had a direction to go, Sumire was Sumire. The rest of them could get in line and come along for the ride or pound sand. Chances are the rest of the caravan was fucked anyhow. So long as they could load up fast enough, the only thing really standing in their way now was the big... guy...? Person...? Thing...? Jin wasn't entirely sure who or what it was, but he figured it wasn't faster than a car. It was standing in between them and the rest of the Si Wong Desert, but they were on open sand, he could just swing the car in a wide berth around the thing, and pray that the rest of the RSF were too busy cleaning up the rest of the caravan to pay attention to a single vehicle booking it into the wastes.

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