[Characters] Students thrust into a Wide World... (w/ Item Wish Lists)

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[Vaerdis]

 

Near:
-+1 armor on mithril agile breastplate
-Ring of Protection
-Ring of Sustenance
-Con or Dex stat belts
-Goz mask
-Cloak of Resistance

Future:
-Gradual increase on prior enhancement values
-Kineticist's Diadiem (Lesser)
-Like discussed in character threadSome channeling melee item
-Mecha materials

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Character Application Name: Mari Jed'hai Race: Amphibious, Flesh Chameleon and Hydrated Vitality alternate racials. The idea is that the tie to the plane of water is distant and approaching a more natural evolution to fit in with a mechanized society ruled by humans.Undine Class: Kineticist Gender: Female Age: Young Adult Undine ages work funny and I cannot substantiate the period of growth for one that isn't a pure undineequivalent Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Traits: Inspired and Slippery Step Drawbacks: Anxious Appearance   Mari has the stature of a short, frail human woman. Her eyes are colored like brilliant blue sapphires and her unsurpressed skin is a pale blue. Her hair is short and unkempt as if she doesn't care about her appearance and colored a heavily darker shade of blue than her own skin. When she shifts colors, her skin becomes much like a snowy white and her hair takes upon a light brown color. Her casual clothes are light in weight and quite boyish in design. Unlike the other ladies that dress themselves in abundant fineries, Mari wears a sleeveless shirt that was once white but has hence been stained with sweat and seawater. She also wears a pair of dark suspended trousers that are short enough to leave her ankles bare. Upon her right wrist is a bracelet made of fish bones. But alas, all is not free in the world and upon admittance to the academy, Mari was bound by rules and regulations for the proper education. While upon academy grounds and boardrooms, she was required to wear the restrictive uniform fit for female students, a stiff white uniform with the academy seal sewn onto the breast of the coat given. for the division of academics Mari went into, she was permitted the wearing of a pant suit with a tight, buttoned shirt that squeezed tightly on her modest chest. Her greatest dissatisfaction, however, was the thick woolen socks and the oiled black shoes that made her mutter complaints day after day. Personality   Mari is a shy and typically quiet person. She has a set of eyes that are greedily seeking out the understanding of things before her. As such, with that uninhibited curiosity and lack of proper communication skills turned her into a minor criminal with a propensity to take unattended objects to study them closely without asking, of course. When she suppresses her intentions, she is a proper member of society, if not a pushover. Her meekness, however, is supressed under a mask that she uses for street performances. Desires   Mari is a kind girl that is often friendless because her quiet voice and shy demeanor. Upon the inside, like most lonely people, she desires some form of friendship and an honest bond with someone. Her chiefest desire getting in the way of a goal of friendship, however, is her yearning to learn about steam machines and further exploration of the sciences in the halls of White Bluff Academy that keeps her in the quiet places away from most people. Another of her desires is more simple, but no less of a secluded ritual within the confines of the modern society of the lands she moved into, the act of taking long baths and soaks within bodies of water where she is free to expose her real skin and shun the dry, manufactured attire provided by the academy. She doesn't know where her desire to learn will take her, but she hopes one day, she can construct some fantastical town that all people can live within and be inspired by. Beliefs   'The world on the land is cruelly dry and almost suffocating, thus to relax at the end of a day it is best to spend a couple hours with my head under water.' 'While papa's devotion to A local Valosian sun goddessSia is nice for living at sea where storms damage the boat every now and then. I aught to pray to A local Valosian weather goddessAria to bring some rain into the air.' 'I think people will like my floating coin trick more if I make it spin in air, the Baker Street kids always liked when I said that their coppers got stuck in the air after tossing them up. I want to see them again.' 'Did I forget anything? I better double check my school bag to make sure nobody took out my purse again...I still feel guilty taking some coins out of someone else's wallet when I left mine at home.' 'I wonder if I can get a job from the mayor if I get my certification, maybe I'll eventually become an architect for the city, or I'll invent some sort of fancy steam-engine golem that transports people cross country.' Background   Born within the rustic township of Tarn within the hilly lands of Valosia. Tarn was built upon a cliff overlooking the sea, and Mari was born within a fisherman's hut in the shadow of that town as the docks were connected to an archaic lift that leads the wharf-folk to the town above. Mari was raised in an environment as and unwanted child as her father preferred to have his firstborn be a boy. After a time her father came to terms with her existence in a twisted sense and started raising her to be like a son to work upon his fishing skiff. While she found the rolling waves and the move of the tide relaxing, she felt a growing unease about simply living the life her father wanted for her. One day she heard travelers coming in through the docks, talking about the great innovations and wonder within the port-town of Ryth-Gorium. So, on a whim at the age of ten, she boarded the first ship traveling to the eastern lands with little more than the clothes on her back and coin she took from the family savings. Upon landfall she was surprised to find herself within Cellent, but nonetheless, this place was far more advanced than the technologies of the stoic homeland she came to know, so she roamed the streets like some urchin that didn't belong, trying to learn more of this place. Though, with desire to learn more about the engines and the wonderful inventions and constructs that made life easier for the common man, she persevered each day, thinning out the coin in her pocket to survive as long as possible while she asked for work about the machines. Though no work came upon her, she, while caught thieving bread to survive with her spent pocket money, released a force within her once cornered by the guards. Not having the time to be surprised, she ran away while feeling a new sensation of the aether upon her being without explanation.The reprieve of her escape was not long before she found herself in a cell for the night, dealing with the disorienting feeling of senses not from her own limbs. Without a look through her containment, she could feel the sensation of stones and straw that littered the ground as though she had grown a long, third arm. Focusing on gripping the stones with this new limb, she found herself surprised to see rocks lift from the ground with focus of her mind. Years later with some more control over her form of telekinesis, she found herself able to grab items from a distance and study the feel of their interior workings. With there being only so much to learn from just feeling items and examining them, she turned her eyes upon a place for learning more about constructions that came from the capitol. So she ventured deeper inland to submit herself in as a student at White Bluff. It was difficult but upon entry she tested well with a decent knowledge in math, the ability to write and a somewhat assertive desire to access the libraries there for knowledge on modern engineering. But what most likely piqued some intrigue among the examiners was a moment where she clumsily dropped a pen, but picked it up without bending over to get it, as the pen flew obediently into her open hand, the instructors made a note that she is some type of holder of the elven secrets of wizardry. About Me Segment:   Hi there, I'm Vaerdis, a person with the closest equivalent to no life as I work in the Security business so I have lots of time to check my phone and read posts. I, while not being picky of late have always been searching for a long-living game with roleplay focuses that don't die within a week of starting. I started my own game for that and it is going on well, but since a couple members lived in the south coast USA they have had to go on hiatus so there is a lot of time between our old pace of 2-3 posts per day. I'm not really spartan about it, but with my max quality posts my limit only seems to be the posting rate of the people I play with. Writing Sample   Within the austere halls of the White Peak academy, Mari perused the rows of bookcases to the popping sound of gunfire going off in the distance as the academy marksmen work on their target practice. The gunfire had become something Mari grew used to hearing at this time in the afternoon despite her initial shock of hearing such a gun up close during a mandatory military observance. Her thoughts were drawn upon a dark blue book upon a high shelf, far beyond her arm's reach with dissatisfaction. The engraved letters on the binding read in dwarvish: Morgryn's Disassembling of the First Engine. She looks from side to side and sees a ladder off to one side being used by a student librarian as they restock the shelves. Mari sighed and looks both ways to make sure nobody is watching before looking up at the shelf up top and reaching out her aetheric grip to pull the book from the shelf and back into her hands. With a smile upon her face, her hand feels the runes on the cover expecting a nice time looking at diagrams. Mari hugs the book to her chest and walks back to the window-side table happily. As she exits the rows of bookshelves, she stops in her step as an imposing silver-haired human, senior individual crosses before her path and stops before her. The man wore the academic robes of an instructor and had half moon spectacles upon his nose that he had to push up as he looks down at the girl a foot and a half beneath his vision, "Miss Jeh'dai, hiding away in the library again, are you? Shouldn't you be working on your debating skills, you did poorly on your last thesis speech as well. " Guiltily, Mari turns her vision downwards and bows her head, "My apologies, Professor Einsworth, I..." "Look up and speak louder and look up at the person that is speaking!" Einsworth grips her chin and lifts her face to look up, her strength being lacking could not resist being physically maneuvered. The scowl on his face is apparent and burned into her eyes as she dares not look away as he continues to speak, "Remain quiet as you leave this place and your knowledge will not find its place anywhere but on a shelf in whatever school will accept writings of some woman that achieved no ties in her field." He looks away and kneads his temple, "Your best hopes for a career is revealing those tricks that you keep using..." Mari lowers her vision to his chest as his grip loosens while he looked away from her, "I'm sorry sir I cannot really..." Her lips close shut and tighten as her murmuring draws the Professor's harsh gaze. She then reflexively bows several times in an apology as she forcefully raises her voice as if it was straining her, "I will keep that in mind sir! If I knew how..." With a sigh the Professor takes the book from her hands and waves it in her face, "You are a promising engineer, but people are not objects. Study people first, quit retreating here. Find some fellows and exchange notes." He then pushes the book back into her hands, "Put that away and step aside of your field for a change." With his speech finished he crosses his hands behind his back and walks away as he leaves the library as he finished teaching his targeted student. Mari watches him go as she hugs the book to her chest and suppresses the urge to go sit down and open the pages. She instead goes to the librarian's desk and files to reserve the book, before retreating to her dorm. 'This place is too dry and stuffy...maybe I'll sleep in the bath tonight...'

[Alatere]

 

Character application Name: Toba Orfani Race: Human Class: Brawler Gender: Male Age: 18 Alignment: CG Description: Toba stands at around six foot tall and at first glance is fairly average to look at, he is of average build neither particularly skinny or particularly fat, well that is what the eye first sees when some one looks at Toba. He is infact a natural weapon his body perfectly built for combat purposes. Toba seems to have little or no body fat on him what so ever and every single muscle is perfectly toned, though not to such an extent that he is obviously muscly or that his muscle have become oversized and would hinder his movements. The condition of Toba's body however usually remains a mystery as most often it is completely hidden by the loose fitting garments that he wears. At most times this outfit consists of a soft soled pair of flexible shoes, a pair of brown trousers that are tight at the ankle though loose up the rest of the leg, a simple rope is tied with around the waist to act as a belt and the outfit is finished off with a loose hooded light brown shirt. Again like his body Toba's face at first glance is rather average, though on closer inspection Toba could be considered to be rather good looking. Toba's eyes are bright and seem full of life being a light blue in colour and his hair blonde and kept short and unstyled. Facial hair wise Toba never seems to have any whether it is due to a strict regime of shaving or perhaps he just doesnt grow any yet. Equipment wise Toba does not seem to wear any armour or carry any obvious weapons however he has recently taken to wearing a long spool of rope around his torso going from one shoulder to the opposite hip. If one were to shake Toba's hand they would find his grip surprisingly strong despite the lack of any obvious bulky muscles. His hand is also rough and covered in callouses and small scars from an obviously somewhat harsh training regime. Toba's voice is not overly deep and there is often a lightness in his tone that seems to suggest the young man is almost incapable of taking anything seriously. Personality: Toba is a simple and straightforward fellow taking most things at face value. He is however a curious soul having spent most of his life restricted to the four walls of White Bluff academy. His seclusion has resulted in the young man being rather socialy awkward and when he talks to others he can often come across rather blunt or rude despite the huge amount of effort he puts in to trying to make friends. Even amongst his fellow students Toba has struggled to make friends, his attempts at doing so are often over the top and invariably back fire. In an attempt to impress his peers as a boy Toba began to act out in their shared lessons making jokes or pulling pranks though this invariably got him into lots of trouble and he gained a reputation as a trouble maker. Despite his mischievous side Toba is actually an incredibly hard worker when motivated which he has proved in the past by completely working himself into the ground when something interested him. As Toba got older his reputation only got worse after he literally came to blows with a couple of the guards that were tasked with protecting the academy. What was not commonly known was that Toba had over heard the two guards making remarks that he did not approve off about one of the young girls who studied in the academy and attempted to scold the guards for their innapropiate talk. Ofcourse the general opinion was the young ruffian that was Toba was just looking for a fight. Despite having a reputation as a ruffian and a thug Toba is a somewhat of a gentle and caring individual. While Toba rather enjoys a good fight he does not do it inorder to cause pain and suffering in others, in fact he hates to see others suffer and would rather suffer in their place. History:   Toba was born in a tiny little village on the southern continent known as Chaff. The village of Chaff was located a fair distant north east of the port city of Cellent and was one of the many farming communities dotted around the countryside that helped to produce the food that would eventually be sent to the great city. Chaff consisted of mostly farmsteads, a few stores, a village hall, the one tavern / inn and a small local church. The village was almost exclusively human and were somewhat wary of outsiders. Toba's mother was a young girl who would occasionally help at the village church, how she got pregnant or who Toba's father was was not widely known by the villagers but what was known was that the young girl was not yet ready to be a mother. The girl's pregnancy was plagued by sickness and the poor girl would spend weeks on end confined to her bed sweating up a storm and barely breathing. Like the pregnancy Toba's birth came far too early and it did not look like the tiny child would survive but by some twist of fate the baby Toba clung to life while unfortunately his mother did not. Toba was therefore from the very first moment outside the womb an orphan. Fortunately an elderly priest by the name of father Jacob took pity on the boy and looked after him for his first few years of life but the old man who was nearing the end of his years was not well suited to raising a child. It was therefore rather fortunate that the headmaster at the White Bluff academy owed him atleast a favour or two. Toba was therefore bundled up and along with his few meagre possessions he was sent to White Bluff. From that day on Toba was raised and taught at the White Bluff academy. The young boy was a lot younger than the other students at the academy and while the academy was a fine establishment for teaching and training students it was not designed to raise them and without parents Toba missed out on a lot. Toba had only vague memories of where he had come from but he knew one thing he had no parents and no one who wanted him outside the walls of the academy... he was alone and unwanted, a forgotten child who had been cast off. As he grew Toba therefore developed a strong desire to prove himself and show just how great he could be so that people would not only want to know him but would want him in their lives. One of the first students Toba had memories of from the academy was a much older boy by the name of Justin. The boy was strong, confident and everyone seemed to like him... all in all he was everything Toba wanted to be. Toba therefore tried his best to emulate the boy and for the first few years at the academy Toba modelled himself after Justin even asking Master Vrook the Dwarven combat and weapons master to teach him in the ways of a Paladin which he had heard Justin had been taught. Unfortunately for Toba he showed absolutely no skill in the ways of the Paladin, the armour that he had to wear to fight in was far too heavy, he found the shield bulky and unwieldy and the sword clumsy and a hindrance to his movement. When Toba sparred against the other students he would find himself constantly beaten in to the ground and the laughing stock of the class. This did not sit well with the boy and slowly an anger began to build. Unfortunately this only made Toba's skills that much worse for in the heat of a fight when things were going wrong the anger would get the better of him and in his frustration his blows would become wild and invariably the sword would be launched across the room followed by an enraged shout from the small boy. One day Toba almost in the pits of despair conjured up the courage to ask Justin himself for some help but the older boy had dismissed him claiming he was far too busy. Once again Toba felt the anger rise up within him having been so casually tossed aside and discarded once again and suddenly he found resentment and jealousy rise up inside him for the boy he had once idolised. This was about the time that Toba turned to pranks, he was failing hopelessly in the art of war and he was clearly no academic so the boy soon found the only way he could obtain attention was through acting out. Justin became the first target of these pranks a subtlety greased sword hilt using the fat from the kitchens or partially cut through armour straps for a time made the paladin's performance in combat just as bad as Toba's and every time something went wrong for the Paladin strangely Toba was there to tease him. By this point Toba's turbulent emotions had earned him a reputation amongst his peers and combined with the fact that he seemed incapable of winning a fight Toba became a target for those with not so strong morals. One day Toba found himself in an argument with two boys from his class. Emotions got out of hand and Toba found himself shoved roughly against the wall. Out of class as they were all three students were out of their armour and carried no weapons, therefore when a fight started it was one with fists. Toba who had yet to win a fight at the academy was taken as a bit of a push over so it came as a bit of a surprise to all three students that when the larger boy swung his fist Toba easily dodged aside. Out of the ridiculously heavy armour Toba suddenly found it incredibly easy to move, the months of training in heavy armour and with a sword had apparently developed muscles in the young boy that were perfect for fast rapid movement. For the first time Toba felt the thrill of a battle that he was actually winning as he nimbly dodged the boys fists and struck back with blows of his own. Toba most certainly would have won the fight if it had been one against one but unfortunately it was not and the second boy took him by surprise with a blow to the back of the head. The next thing Toba remembered was coming to and looking up into the face of an angel. Ofcourse this was not actually an angel but one of the older students but as far as the young Toba was concerned the girl was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he instantly felt his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. The next day in class with Master Vrook the old dwarf had some how found out about the fight that Toba had been in but rather than be mad the wily dwarf merely seemed curious. Toba was then tested by Vrook fighting with just his fists and to his great surprise he found that his performance was much better than that with swords. From that day on sword training was abandoned in favour of a unique program that Vrook put together especially for Toba and over the next few years Vrook would experiment with different styles while training Toba and found that Toba could be extremely adaptable but his true strength was his flexibility and manoeuvrability, by pure chance the canny dwarf struck upon a unique style that suited Toba perfectly and would certainly be a surprise for his opponents. Toba worked hard with this new style in the following years repeatedly training himself to exhaustion but every day he knew that he was getting that much stronger and his fellow academy students began to dread when they would have to spar against Toba. Writing sample: Toba stared at the opponent infront of him wearing the fiercest scowl upon his face that he could manage as he let out a gutteral roar, grabbing two handfuls of hair the young combat specialist balled his calloused hands in to fists and pulled. "Gaaargh what's with all the paperwork I'm supposed to be training to be a warrior not a scholar!" Toba called out abruptly as he tugged at his own hair in frustration. The piece of parchment in front of him though remained miraculously blank and pristine as though it was mocking the blonde. "I hate it I hate it I hate it!!" Toba moaned banging his head against the desk. Toba would likely have got some rather strange looks for his antics but the young man had long since been left alone in the classroom and the noise he was making would most likely be ignored due to the fact that nearly everybody in the academy were used to Toba's antics by now. "That's it, I've had enough!" Toba declared to the empty classroom as he suddenly sprung to his feet. While the academy had been the only home Toba could truly remember at times it also felt as though it was a prison. At this moment that was exactly what it felt like... cautiously glancing over to the doorway Toba subtly checked that there were no academy staff nearby before he began to slink quietly over to the window. Moving like a cat burglar now Toba leapt lightly up on to the window sill and froze. Listening intently until he was certain that no one was near by he carefully raised the latch. With the latch undone Toba then gently pushed the window open. Hesitating for a moment Toba looked outside and took note of the drop, this particularly classroom just happened to be on the second floor after all... this however was not the first time that Toba had made a daring escape from the educational establishment and by now he knew the handholds by heart. With a smirk Toba swung his leg out and quickly found a foothold that he knew was there. Toba then scurried down the wall as though he were being pursued and within mere moments he was back on solid ground. This late in the evening the academy grounds were already dark and the chances of being spotted were low. With long swift sides Toba quickly crossed the courtyard and made his way to the perimeter wall. Suddenly Toba froze... there were two figures coming the other way. Silently cursing Toba hurled himself in to one of the ornamental bushes that dotted the academy grounds and bit back a much more vocal curse as he felt the branches scratch his bare arms and face. Holding his breath Toba then strained his ears. The two figures who he was now sure were teachers had not seemed to have noticed him. 'Finally some luck...' Toba thought to himself as he watched the pair make their way back inside the academy. Once the coast was finally clear once again Toba slunk out of the bushes and ran his hair through his mess of hair dislodging a number of leaves and small twigs. Toba was never the smartest of individuals but even he considered going round with half a bush in your hair a bad idea. Seeing the outer walls in site Toba made a break for it and silently sprinted across the courtyard quickly reaching the outer wall. Toba smirked once again, freedom was within his reach! Adjusting the rope that was wrapped around his chest Toba secured it in place deciding he would not need it for this little escape. Lifting his arms in the air Toba made the slightest of hops and his fingertips were able to make purchase on the top of the 'high wall'. A simple pull up later and Toba was on the top and quickly rolling over to the other side. Toba had made his escape and would enjoy a night of freedom in the White Bluff town and no one would ever know about it... well not until the next day atleast! About me segment:   Hi I go by the name of Alatere on this site which one of the very first dnd characters that I made. I have been playing dnd and other RP games since the end of school start of college which is wow about 16 years now. I started with dnd 3.0 moved on to 3.5 and have gone as far as pathfinder which some consider 3.75 but I have gone no farther edition wise. I have played a number of other games including d20 modern/future, Star Wars, serenity, warhammer, mutants and masterminds and other more obscure systems that I likely only played once. I both play and DM though my real life group have spread out across the country (England) so we don't play that often in person. Workwise I'm a Biomedical Scientist so I can work some very random hours. I tend to do the majority of my posting from my phone (like 99%). But I am used to making extensive posts from my phone. Game wise I like a good mix of action and role play. I tend to make characters that are 'fun' but follow some sort of theme rather than going for the most uber powerful build possible. One of my favourite races to play are kobolds even though they have incredibly weak stats.

[dbaque]

 

Immediate future:
+1 mithral agile breastplate 5.4k (+1k over current)
Vest of Resistance +1 1k
+1 buckler (+1k over current)
+1 Silversheen scimitar 2,765g (+2k over current)
Belt of Dex +2 4k
Headband of Cha +2 4k
Gauntlets of the Skilled Maneuver (trip) 4k
Amulet of Natural Armor +1 2k
Ring of Protection +1 2k

Near future:
Belt of Dex & Con +2 10k
Headband of Cha & Wis 10k
Circlet of Persuasion 4.5k
+1 Mithral agile breastplate of Light Fortification 4k over current
+1 Buckler of Arrow Deflection (4k over current)
+1 Answering silversheen scimitar (special melee ability +1) 8k over current
better Ring of Protection/Amulet of Natural Armor
better Vest of Resistance

Farther Future:
Mithral Agile Breastplate of Crusading & Fortification
Buckler of Channeling & Arrow Deflection
Keen Scimitar of Grayflame & Answering
Bracers of the Merciful Knight
Ring of Resilience
Malleable Symbol
Ring of Protected Life
Dervish Sikke

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Name: Matthias
Race: appears Human, but really Aasimar (Musetouched, Halo, Scion of Humanity, Incorruptible, Truespeaker variants)
Class: Paladin (Virtuous Bravo, Chosen One archetypes)
Alignment: LG
Sex: Male
Age: appears 12-13, but really 50

Appearance/Personality: A particularly odd sight at the Academy, shorter than most at not even 5 ft. tall and barely cresting 100 pounds, his boyish features make him look like puberty and he only recently met. Rather than "handsome," he is far more likely to be called "adorable" or "cute" ... repeatedly and emphatically by the fair sex (much to his chagrin). His beaming smile and guileless manner only serve to cement this image further. It is hard for him to be taken seriously by friendly folk, while looking like an easy target for the not-so-friendly. The resolute look in his eyes, however, tells a rather different story. His eyes are of the deepest blue, boring into you with an almost uncomfortable intensity, yet not a stern gaze, merely one that feels heavy with the weight of aeons, before softening from his bright smile framed by silvery-golden, shoulder-length hair. It seems to lend his boyish features an almost unearthly beauty and grace, akin to the immortal fey or celestials. This small hint becomes unmistakable once he summons his halo. Its light seems to make his skin glisten and eyes sparkle beguilingly like a fairy prince. Summoning his halo at an inopportune time has led to more unsolicited female attention than he cares to admit.

Even just meeting him, Matthias is plainly a polite, well-mannered boy. But rather than glum or reserved, his cheery smile shows him an unwavering optimist, an indefatigable ray of hope anywhere he goes. Far from 'bubbly' or 'peppy' <shudder>, Matthias is always seen with a smile in the grimmest predicaments. His good cheer is terribly infectious, & at times downright inspiring. This is not to say that he doesn't get angry or indignant; it just takes a lot for him to do so. However, bullying, thuggery, and similar shows of tyranny are easy ways to get on his bad side. Beyond seeing the best of a bad situation, Matthias also looks for the best in others. He tries to urge & encourage others, but he is possessed of the tact to be subtle & gentle about it. Aside from that, it is hard to pin him down. At times, he seems as childish and exuberant as any boy. At others, he has a decorous poise far beyond his apparent age.

 

 

Alas, the boy's tutors were not up to the task for the unusual child. His father was getting on in years, so he needed a more drastic solution. The renowned White Bluff academy boasted one of the most eclectic mixtures of students ever. Mayhap, they could aid Matthias, as well. Matthias didn't know what to think of the proposal. It would be the first time he left home for so long on his own. Yet, an academy of that prestige was quite the opportunity. The tie-breaker was Cedric's vote to go, saying that was the best way to prepare himself for the future. The fact that the little bird could talk was something of a shock. But Matthias already suspected something mysterious about the thrush, given how many years it has been with him without aging a day. With a tearful farewell, Matthais left from Ryth-Gorium for the academy. Tuition was easily covered, but with the extra requirement of keeping his family a secret from the professors and other students; that would only serve to complicate his time there.

That was 12 years ago. Cellent seceded from Ryth-Gorium 10 years ago and took guardianship of the academy with it. Matthias' father managed to discretely continue the prior arrangement with his son undisturbed. From that point, Matthias was simply one student among many, albeit one of the youngest looking ones ... and longest attending. He kept regular correspondence with his father and his friends back north, though he has kept secret who they are. For a small lad, he was a surprisingly moving and inspiring speaker, their best actually. He just had this affable quality that made anyone feel comfortable talking to him. He was well on his way to becoming a seasoned diplomat. But his fencing lessons had not slacked any either. The few that tried to bully the boy learned quickly that his saber was definitely not just for show. No one really knew much about the story of the cheery lad with the pet (talking) bird. When asked, he usually changed the subject or answered something about getting himself ready for the future to take on the "family business." His thrush companion Cedric echoed much the same ... well, almost the same. Matthias thought that Cedric sounded like he was talking about something else than just his duty back home, bits about prophecies, destiny, and the world counting on him. But the thrush always dodges Matthias' prodding on the subject.

Beliefs: Matthias' father was a good and honorable man despite his position, and he imparted that same spirit into his son. Good & right always prevail in the end. Right makes might. Noblesse oblige. The rigorous rule of law, well tempered via insight & compassion, is the best way for a people to live happily in concord & peace. While there are plenty of particular reasons to be sad, you don't need one to be happy. Dreams lift us up and transform us into something better. Based on his trips with his father on business, a lot of people will be depending on him to have the strength, wisdom, and acumen to fill those shoes, but Matthias is unsure if he has it in him.

Desires: Matthias wants to be a heroic adventurer like his father used to be in his youth. When he takes on the "family business," he wants to be the great man everyone needs him to be. He wants to keep in touch with his friends back north, but he is anything but averse to making more.

About Me: I've been a member of this site for many years, more than grateful for the way to find a good group with life being busy as it is. I play for the fun & thrill of heroics and grand tales with like minded enthusiasts. As a PbP player, you are a storyteller, a team player, and (optimally) having fun with both. Where table-top differentiates most from PbP is in how much more time & opportunity you get to reflect and craft your little piece of the story. In this way, the better and more impressive the heroic tale you can all craft together. And with any luck, the more fun you have with it.

 

Matthias Dueling Writing Sample: Matthias limbers up and bounces a little on his feet as he stares across the dueling circle at his opponent. The smug hobgoblin twirls a flail overhead as he settles into a battle stance. It was shaping up to be a rather ordinary day of classes when Matthias came across another student being harassed by a group of goblin students. Like so many occasions before, the boy simply couldn't let it go and walked up to them. A few harsh words and a hand on his saber were enough to make the goblins back off the student. Though, hardly had he turned to continue on his way, when the goblins tried to jump him. However, a few whacks from the flat side of Matthias' blade dispatched the poor attempt at an ambush. Apparently, this hobgoblin, Dhak, didn't take kindly to having some kid roughing up his crew. A sparring challenge later, and Matthias finds himself facing off against the muscled warrior, more than half again as tall as he. Brandishing his saber, the boy settles into a familiar fencing stance, showing only his profile. Offering an encouraging chirp, Cedric flaps from Matthias' shoulder to watch from a rafter overhead. With a moment's concentration, the boy can feel the vile aura oozing from Dhak's soul, bloated with self-importance and a bully's apathy. Few people could genuinely make the boy angry, but this brute is doing a fine job of it. A hush settles over the spectators, save the sound of last few bets being exchanged, and a teacher calls for the match to begin. Dhak's initial swing smashes into the floor. A scowling Matthias sidesteps the blow and slaps the flat of his blade against Dhak's cheek. The furious hobgoblin retaliates in earnest. Eventually, Matthias takes a few hits from the exchange of swipes & parries. But the boy brushes the bruises off contemptuously, even as they heal before everyone's eyes. What hits Dhak can land don't do nearly as much lasting punishment as he'd like. And Matthias' strikes keep finding him with unearthly accuracy. Even as the boy avoids any truly damaging slashes, the growing collection of bruises and shallow cuts is wearing the hobgoblin down. A final swipe at the hobgoblin's footing takes his legs out from under him. Matthias' saber lowers, but he bids in a commanding tone, "Yield." For the moment, Dhak's better sense prevails over his pride, and he nods in between exhausted breaths. Matthias stoops down beside Dhak to help him up but pauses a moment. The unearthly boy's halo flares to life, and his coruscating eyes glare ominously. "You and your 'crew' are going to leave the other students alone. If I even hear of you and yours playing bully again, you're going to have to answer to me, Dhak, and I'm not going to be as nice as I was today. Are we clear?" The sweating hobgoblin can only nod in fright at the suddenly ancient menace in the guise of a boy. Satisfied, "Good," says Matthias with a nod. Dousing his halo, the normal looking boy helps his opponent up. After the teacher declares the winner of the match, the crowd erupts in plenty of chatter. Cedric swoops down and alights on Matthias' shoulder. The little thrush begins with a congratulatory chirp and squeaks, "Well done. Well done. Growing into your destiny, young the only thing Cedric calls himMathy. Many more brutes await to pit your blade against in days to come." Like always, the thrush pointedly ignored attempts to glean more about this destiny it kept bringing up. So, with a sigh, the boy changes the subject, "Did you hear what they're all saying?" gesturing to the crowd. Cedric nods proudly. "Yes, much talk about Mathy's masterful melee. I heard the words 'cool' and 'wow' a lot." The thrush takes on a rather unnerving glint in his beady eyes and adds more softly, "I also heard a lot of ladies saying 'cute,' 'adorable,' and one even 'dreamy,' I think. Especially after your halo display." Matthias pales, nearly kicking himself for showing that off in public again. He whispers, "Are any of them watching me now?" The thrush peeks behind the boy's shoulder and nods somberly. Gulping, the boy makes some discreet steps toward the doorway and hurriedly asks, "How much of a head start do I have?" Cedric shrugs, "Maybe two minutes." "Better than usual," replies Matthias. Shaking off his fatigue from the fight, the fencer takes a breath before suddenly breaking into a run out the door. He focuses on weaving through the halls rather than the sound of footsteps in pursuit (or the chirping laughter of his feathered friend).

[Bio]

 

Willow "Half-Tusk" StClair Rah'Thlay "Fur Price" or "Bigwig" Race: Half-Orc Gender: Female Class: Hunter, Divine Hunter variant Companion: Bear, Totem Guide variant Age: 16, very mature for her age (but doesn't always seem so due to orcish tendencies) Alignment: CG Trait: Animalistic Affliction Drawback: Unlearned - can only attempt K - Nature checks untrained   Hiding and going unnoticed isn't likely for Willow. Over six feet tall, with a verdant complexion and striking grey-blue eyes, she stands out in a human crowd. ... or any crowd of the (mostly) civilized races. There was no avoiding it; she stuck out. People would be wary of her until they could judge her actions, so she tended not to pass herself off as anything she wasn't. She enjoyed the good things in life - 'good,' not to here be confused with 'fine.' She enjoyed a good meal, good beer, good smoke and good company. A night in a tavern, filled with tall tales, hoots of laughter belches of contentment were all good things. But what was best of all, was peace. And where she found peace most easily was around her own fire, with her own kill cooking, and the company of her best friend Thlay. To feel the night breeze on her face, the chirping of crickets, the crackle of the fire and yes; the freedom of loneliness. To be one's own person. Free of demands. Free to do and to be as one wills. Without worrying about what people think and how they might react to your being. Willow is called 'Half-Tusk,' a name given her by her half-orc ilk of Orcean in the manner of giving nicknames due to her particularly small tusks. She has deep green skin and rich auburn hair. A quick and easy smile tells of the lack of caring she holds for the reaction some have for her apparent origins - that smile disarming much of the temptation to think her capable of quick violence.   Willow had a good mom, so why did she feel so ... pensive? It was Mother's Day at Orcean, and many of the half-breeds here weren't as lucky. Maybe that was it; so many weren't as fortunate, and she could easily become one of the unlucky ones. One of the ones who didn't get Visited. "Blast!" She was chewing her nails again, and her hands were looking the worse for it. Thlay squirmed in her arms; he wanted down to play, but Willow wanted to hold onto the cub for a bit longer. He continued to squirm, so much so that Willow turned to see what he was wriggling about. A broad smile broke out on the face of Duncan; he'd been sneaking up on the older girl, but been caught by the keen-scented bear. "Hey Duck." she greeted. "Half-Tusk!" the young orcling greeted back, kneeling Duck held out a hand, showing a small pile of huckleberries to the bear, who attacked them with alacrity. "You can't sneak up on us and have huckleberries at the same time Duck." Half-Tusk Willow pointed out. "But I wanted to feed him more than I wanted to scare you." That might be true, but it was also likely that the 13 year old wouldn't have been able to sneak up on her anyway. Plopping himself down, Duncan ruffled Thlay's head, "How is ol' 'Fur Prince' huh? How are ya buddy?" Rah'Thlay only slowed enough to push Duncan's hand away so he could keep eating. "He's growing." "Baby bears do that." Duncan smirked and continued ruffling the cub's fur for a time before venturing "Willow ...?" It was strange hearing her own name spoken aloud; almost everyone at Orcean went by nicknames. "Duncan?" "I like your mom." the boy admitted. He was one of the Motherless, and Willow's heart melted just a bit for the youth. "Can I have her, Half-Tusk?" The encroaching threat of emotion broke, Willow snorting a laugh, drew Duncan close with a side-hug. "We can share." she agreed. Together, the two half-breeds watched and waited for their mom to come and pay them a visit. "Half-Tusk!" Harukan stood holding open the leather flap of the large, central tent of Orcean. First he'd called Mom into the tent, now he was calling her. Inside, Willow could see her mom with a mixed smile that was hopeful, sad and happy all at the same time. Willow ducked inside the dark interior of the tent. "Willow;" Not a good sign! And the second time one of the half-breeds had called her by her name today! Harukan meant to say something big, important. But what? I'm only 14! "The Land speaks to you." the Elder continued, "Powerfully. I'm sure you've heard her whispers, her distress." She hadn't, but then, she was only 14. Almost no frame of reference. "Things are out of balance all over; not just the Land herself. We need to help." We do? 'We' do? It seemed like a long time for the other shoe to drop, and less so from whom it was going to drop. "Harukan wants to send you to school." There was no way the StClair family could afford to send her to school, so of course it would be Harukan and the Council. "You will have the chance to learn to read. To meet all sort of people. To learn more magic, more weapons, more terrains. You are the best and brightest of our youth. And ..." Harukan stepped to Willow, placing her huge hands on her shoulders, "You can represent Orcean to the World." Ah; be a good PR piece for the community of outcasts. Not that doing so would be a bad thing. Far from it! Orcean constantly needed supplies, and their kind could use a good face in the World that tended to see them as monsters. None of them, not one! was responsible for what had been done to their mothers!, the daughters of the World's peoples. And the chance to see more of the world, more of her people? To learn to read? There was only one answer she could give. Not long after, Orcean said good-bye to her Half-Tusk, and Willow said good-bye to her village of half-breed outcasts. She would return. Some day. Some day, she would come back wiser and stronger. She would have answers and maybe have helped the World and the Land along the way. The wind rustled Willow's auburn hair as she took a long, last look at the huge village of a couple hundred outcasts, mostly children. She saw the tents with smoke streaming out of their tops. Much, much farther, she could see the faintest glimmer of the Dragon's Head Pond; the lake she'd always wanted to hike to some day. Maybe she could get to do that too when she got back. Lead a group of children and teach them what she could about the Land. "Reading sucks!" Willow growled for the umpteenth time at yet another stupid scroll she had had to read for some unfathomable reason. "Who reads?! I'm no wizard, no cleric! Why do I have to do this?!" All the other students had gone back to their rooms by now. It was dark out, but no stars shone because of all the clouds. With a scowl, the teen rolled up the scroll, ready to stuff the stupid thing into its cubby hole, but stopped short. Instead, she unrolled the hated thing and left it defiantly open on the table where it didn't belong. Ha! "I never get to get out of here! Never a night beneath the stars! Just a bunch of stupid rules and stupid, stupid scrolls!!" "Skipping out on tomorrow's test for another night beneath the stars Half-Tusk?" "Shut up Pinky!" her human roommate was one of the 'white' ones. They really looked closer to pink than white, and Willow chastised herself for the racial slur, however mild it might have been. Not trying to mask her presence any more, Willow noisily stuffed her bag in the dark without lighting the lantern. "It's going to rain." "I know!" "I'll cover for you." "I-! ... " Willow stopped short and sighed loudly. "Thank you Priscilla." She was careful to not slam the door behind her as she had wanted; much of the wind of anger had left her sails, but she still needed to get out of this giant town for a while. She would worry about the test later on.   I've played DnD/PF for quite some time now. Even ran a long running game back in college. Today, reading over and looking for rule can be difficult (see next paragraph), so I mostly just write characters anymore. I love to write! Since I'm mostly homebound, writing in games is a chance for me to escape. That you've compared the PbP experience to a team writing exercise is positively encouraging; if we can all walk away from this with a sense of having written a good story (as opposed to having played a fun game), we will have achieved that which PbP dreams of! I am legally blind IRL. I never did like keeping up with technology, and since developing eye problems, it's been even less appealing to me; I'll be fully blind someday, so learning about computers just seems ... dumb. You mentioned several mapping programs and various tools to ... do ... stuff ... with. That's great! ... just don't expect me to take too readily to actually using the tools myself. As a player, I delve into what makes a character tick. Why am I here? What do I want most? right now? don't want? I hate doing "what everyone else is doing." People often play humans and males (which is almost certainly what most of us are on this site!) Why would one "pretend" to be ... well, what one really is? Boring! Try to put yourself into the shoes of someone different from oneself! So I usually end up playing female characters, but the one time I found myself in an almost all-female group, I found that chafed too, and switched to a male character before the game started. I'm usually full of ideas, and will come up with something else if something else is what's needed. Also was thinking about posting a ratfolk or changeling investigator or some kind of eldritch scion magus. Some budding character background fomenting on that one. Hmmm ... Orcean The northern plains of the southern continent are ideal farmlands, and many human commoners have been drawn to her perfect, dark soils. But farms are difficult to protect, and prove favorite targets for wandering orc tribes. Since might makes right, these marauders take anything they can; not limited to food and goods. Though defense has gotten better, there are still a fair number of half-breed offspring born every year. The mothers of these find themselves in a difficult situation for a number of social, familial, financial and emotional reasons. Orcean is a village of half-orcs nestled in the foothills of the continent's central mountains, north of the Dragon's Head Pond and above the sweeping plains. Here, some older half-orcs care for younger ones who, for whatever reason, find living amongst full humans difficult (or, sad to say, are found themselves to be a difficulty). Here there are more of their own kind, they find acceptance, fellowship, guidance, self reliance and education.

[Sirviantis]

 

Amulet / Bodywrap of mighty blows (I'll get the shared slot evolution for it)
Belt of Bear's strength/ Mighty constitution/ Physical might
Upgrades for Larvamada's armor, Illeryces' ring of protection, Illeryces' cloak of resistance
Rod of giant summons
Apocalyptic Metamagic Rod

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Illeryces Name: Illeryces Wildmane (& Larvamada the eidolon) Class: Summoner Race: Half-elf Gender Female Age: 27 Allignment: CG Appearance: Illeryces' exterior takes after the human half of her parentage, the only thing giving away her elven heritage is only found in her pointed ears. The rest of her body isn't marked with the typical elvish slenderness. There aren't any obvious scars on her person. The mixblood covers her body with a set of loose-fitting robes in varying shades of blue. Larvamada is a quadruped, bearing a strong resemblance to most beetles. The creature's tough exoskeleton is white and has a relief like an ocean, wavy and irregular. The only difference between the two ends of the creature are that the front legs are pointed forward while the hind legs are pointed sideways. The creatures claws fold perfectly over its head when he doesn't need them, with scythe like pincirs when unfolded. The creatures head is surprisingly little and adorned with facial tentacles and bony portrusions under it's head. Personality: The arts graduate scarcely thinks things through as well as she should, though the girl doesn't care, after all, any place closer to the center of attention is preferable. This dramatic streak lost her a fair few friends, and got her a reputation in her field. The other's can't be blamed, at first the student's curious nature got her into playing with the relationships between people, as people started disliking her this behaviour started spiraling more and more towards cruelty. Currently she's quite adept at inconveniencing others with a few words, a skill she revels in. When not excited by anything she'll usually try to fill her time by reading, making friends (and subsequently losing them) or practicing with either brush or wand, two of her favorite conversational subjects as well. Anyone who pierces through these layers will find a pessimistic, downbeat and scared girl, uneasy to trust new people, but quick to pretend to. While not the most obvious flaw, her laziness still is an important aspect of the painter's persona, being lazy rather than tired allmost got her kicked out of the academy, were it not for her discovering her inate magical abilities. The extraplanar has an alien mind that's best compared to an fourteen-year-old boy with the knowledge of an infant, fully aware his physique is impressive. The creature, being relatively new to the material plane is often confused about certain common objects, substances or behaviours. Being trained and taught by a lazy and cruel mistress he knows very well to be serviceable. This behaviour extends to anyone with Illeryces' stamp of approval. His alien mind however might often misunderstand a request by anyone other than his mistress (as the two share a mental link, the communication between the two often is quite good). Being raised by one as Illeryces Larvamada is often cautious around new people, it lacks the abilities to judge human nature, and often looks to his mistress of guidance. Outside of his serviceable upbringing Larvamada by nature is a chaotic personality, often simply doing whatever it feels like. While the beast's goals are usually superficial he accomplishes them with great motivation and often without thinking of the consequences. Background: Illeryces' story starts in the city of pramore, a mountainous trading haven with little legitimate business, yet most of it's citizen's still thrived. Her human father acquired a modest livelyhood by smuggling goods in and out of the major cities, but he wasn't around much. Her elvish mother stayed at home, looking after the youngling in her youth. In her childhood the mixblood usually was found painting or sculpting terrifying monstrosities. Due to her strange hobbies she had very little friends when she grew up, but Illeryces didn't quite care, she was happy. When the girl grew older she became aware of the white bluff academy, and wanted little more than to study arts at the institution. Her family income however wouldn't be able to afford such luxuries however. As a solution Illeryces snuck off to white bluff town and sat at the windows, studying the classes from the other side. Years went by before anyone found out what she was doing but without being able to hear what was going on the classes were little more than a diversion. This arrangement wouldn't last however, one day she was caught by a herbology professor named Veuln Barkwood. The man demanded to know what was going on. After giving her explanation the man quickly made attempts to set up a scolarship. In the classes however she recieved little praise, while her work was inspired it lacked the skill her teachers required. Months went by and she made little progress, eventually Barkwood was forced to retract her scolarship unless she could prove her capacity. Days she worked on a sculpture but even she had to admit it was as pretty as a stack of rocks could be. She took to the streets in desperation. There the girl was found by a tiefling named Akrius, Akrius taught magic to the poor who had little else to call thier own, and Illeryces certainly looked the part. Akrius thought her magic, and Illeryces used it to shape the stones to continue her studies. After that, the tiefling helped her on many of her assignments in exchange for acces to forgotten knowledge causing the half elf to rise in skill. For the last assignment the half elf would have to provide her professor with something truely mindblowing. And both the aspiring artist and her tiefling accomplice were at zero inspiration. Eventually The summoner uncovered a magical tome in the library, allowing the two to summon an outsider, an entity and shape it to their wills. The two were reluctant at first, but they went to work as time was running out, they had mere days to complete the task. When they were done the work was approved, and Illeryces became a prime example of what the school could do. They didn't know the half elf cheated on all of her assignments. When the task was done Illeryces found she was unable to banish the creature back to it's home plane. That, combined with the ban on magic made her life's scenery significantly more diverse About me segment: I wanted to do a pathfinder game since a long time, this one seems like a really good one, a dedicated DM, a flexible story, Character influence, character development, it looks really good. But, this isn't the "Why do I want this"- segment, its the about me segment. I'm usually a 5e gamer, but I've been wanting to get into PF since quite a while. I honestly don't really know what you want here, I could say that I really enjoy out-of-the-box problemsolving. (Sold my soul to open a door once). I quite like doing long and elaborate posts, wanna know how long, I'll put in some average samples below (like 7ish/10 with 1 being "you know that sentences exist, good, now try making them" and 10 being "how are you not PoTM yet?"). I'm a writer's block student, currently im stuck on the poetry part of it. My favorite things? so far I really quite like the RP aspect of my characters, I tend to prefer other PCs to NPCs, the only reason being I usually think PCs have more of a story behind them and I quite prefer talking to the famed and destined heroes to the common rabble. I'll be sure to try out some NPCs though, you seem to be a DM who'd really put a lot of "umph" in them so it should be worth it. Writing sample:   The twosome once again entered the workshop, Illeryces was obviously nervous, her future was at stake here, but she wasn't the only one who had problems calming their nerves. Her instructor, Akrius, quivered at the sound of his own footsteps, he was obviously hiding something. And Illeryces wanted to know, she didn't care about the usual subtelty that the tiefling advertised "You okay hellspawn?" She asked, it was obvious that the tiefling wasn't, he didn't sigh at hearing his nickname. "You worry about your own life, I'll worry about my own. Gods know I do." He responded with his usual pre-magical grumpyness. Yeah right, again with that attitude. For pete's sake, no one is coming to kill you and you know it. The clumsy artist thought, but she knew better than to anger her tutor. "Havn't been killed yet so I must be doing something right. Do we need anything for the ritual to begin or did you bring everything with you?" The tiefling didn't respond, he merely set down his leatherbound bags on the creaky wooden floor, but not before clearing any spiderwebs that had gathered. Cobwebs were indeed quite a large problem in the inn's basement. For such a bustling city it was surprisingly quiet where they were, the inn's guests were silenced, they were blinded, deafened and muted by the three statues the tiefling had placed on the bar. The artifact hadn't dampened the users senses nearly enough to be enjoyable. When Akrius fished out the stone from his bag the half-elf immediately offered to replace it. "How much was it, I'll make sure you get it back." But the teacher knew what she meant with it "Don't! We both know you won't pay for it, and I just happened to have acces to it. I have no doubt you'd have been able to get it had you been in the same place.". Instead he held out his hand, and the floor rose to embrace the limb, growing darker and harder as it did. The tiefling handed her the tool, "You do the circle, I have something to check." He placed down the white stone on the magical stone table before he went upstairs again, not giving the elf time to complain. Illeryces wasn't half done when the tiefling returned, "I'll do it. we won't have much time." he said as he took the small gem from his pupil's hand, drawing the rest of the circle before the mixblood thought to object. The circle was done quickly and thus the two could begin. It was silent during the progress, the twosome held eachother, Akrius fine-tuning the magic to draw in the spirit and wipe it clean, Illeryces shaping the cleansed entity a new body and soul. When they were done the stone pillar had discolored to white and it's surface was an ocean, wavy and irregular. The tiefling wasn't impressed "This what you came up with, you've wasted my tranquility apes, you know that right." The ritual must've drained Akrius enough to get an effect similar to 7 pints of ale, his disapointment would've stung, Illeryces was prepared however. "Things are never what they seem like, there's depth to this artpiece, you still need to be here though, after I put it into motion we won't have much time to move it." the artist needed to confirm, the arcanist had no way of knowing what would happen. "Can't be that much of a problem." He replied. With that the wavy ivory column quivered, parts near the bottom shook off, 6 limbs remained and they made their way to it's creator. It followed the pair clumbsily through the inn, shaking off more and more pieces of rock. When they were outside the creature wasn only a foot tall.   You shouldn't feel compelled to read these, they're not about Illeryces, just some examples of things I can do, they're not my best works, not even things I remember posting. If you want some posts I find memorable, I've certainly got those if you want I can add them in but I didn't want to clutter this too much.   After seeing the goblin get killed by it's master the rage in akrius grew immensely, his arcane might returned to him after causing lumos' levitation and it wanted to be released. While Akrius' wiser side and clear thoughts knew the eldritch magic within him would be more fit for the situation. the sorcerous power left his body before Akrius' could protest. Like an ancient dam that bursted under the pressuer of the water behind it the spellslinger's magic was more devastating than usual and it altered the reality around it. The pale blue light shot out towards the floating skull. Despite the attack altering the world around it to make it hit the skull's blurred form appeared to be too much for it to overcome. Akrius was disgusted by his magic taking hold of minself and could also feel his magic growing ever more uncontrollable, it needed to be released soon.   The orcs dialogue was important, Luven didn't trust Feng at all, and now he was speaking to the orcs in their tongue. A tongue his companions don't know, this caused him to start translating the wildlings speech, from what he could gather Feng was betraying them. Even worse he explicitly stated that he was going to bring down the settlement. The botanist wouldn't believe it, he expected it but coudn't believe his theories actually being true. He paused for a while, feeling desperate. The group just lost a member and gained an enemy, this wasn't good. Their disadvantage was apparent, and the tin woman next to Luven saw it too and did something about it. Luven appreciated the quick thinking but it did ruin their stealth. Oh, well, at least I cant ruin it now. And if we do get out of this alive there's a larger bounty to be collected. Might as well get on with that. Luven thought as he too jumped out of the bushes. At the sight of the orcs instinct took over. The edges of his field of view blurred as his depth perception grew. he noticed some sharp objects piercing into his lower lip making it bleed. He opened his mouth to not break trough it and a stream of crimson fluid emerged colloring his teeth red. The partially transformed druid sprang towards the traitor. After seeing the half-orc crash his steel with Bolar`Luven quickly followed it up with a series of raking claws. As he did however his nails never pierced the thick hides the orcs wore. Instead the newly grown nails broke off on contact with the orcish armor.   The storm had swallowed the ship whole and then spat out some parts to spite them, Ner mentally praised whatever gods he knew for saving him. Then he briefly considered that his survival was due to himself, Still though, might be better not to anger the gods by "unthanking" them he reasoned. Well, we're not out of the woods yet, might still be a while until we are, I miss the solid ground, it was rough, dependable, friendly, this is just a salty watery hell. Once again, Ner realized his food was particularly lively and disagreed with it's captivity. Holding his head overboard Ner was hit in the throat as a sudden wave crashed into the boat, the whole experience gave Ner a unique perspective. Specifically Ner caught a glimpse of the landmass in front of him. "If umberlee wants me dead so bad to trick me into stepping into her domain, so be it. I'll make her rue the day she thought she could challenge the great Ner Sinen!" The aasimar proclaimed. We'll need a plan first though, sure, we could conquer a god by making it to an island but perhaps the rest may prove usefull later. It took the brainy man about half a second to come up with the solution to saving the rest without weighing himself down. Let's get to work then the aasimar motivated himself. He removed his backpack from his shoulders, if his plan succeeded he'd get it back anyway, his dextrous fingers removed the rope hanging from the side of it and attatched one half of it around his waist. "Any of you have any rope? Take the other end and tie yours to it, I'll be pulling you in when I make landfall. Oh, and save some people while you're at it." With that Ner found some newfound courage, he gestured for his boatmates to move aside a bit and stood on their benches. Including the bow of the lifeboat he could make just enough steps for a running start, it helped that the benches had a distance between them the noble could easily step. After making it to the front of the raft he jumped into the black, dark, unknown waters, hoping to make his way to the coast. All posts here are ordered chronologically, that means the first one is by far the worst you'd find here (at least, I like to believe I've improved my writing). The one titled Ner goes swimming was made this week and thus is likely the best indication of my current skill as a writer, but if you wanted that you could've just read the relevant sample.

[Natsdemilla]

 

Name: Nai’ala – You can call her Nai.

Race: Half-Elf

Class: Rogue

Gender: Female

Age: to human standards she appears to be 20-something.

Alignment: Chaotic –Good.

Appearance/Personality: Awkward and sweet most of the time, Nai tries hard to make the world a better place for people of all races and walks of life. She may seem a coward at first due to her shyness, but that is a misunderstanding, for her eagerness to help others give her all the bravery she needs. Her looks sure are striking: mechanic googles, metal prosthetic ears to cover up the damage of her previous lab experiments and many colorful wires getting in and out of her clothes. Not to mention the oil stains. Once you look past the craziness though, Nai has very attractive features. Her eyes are pitch black and expressive, her skin very pale and bright. Her hair is dark and wavy, cut short to avoid getting stuck in her numerous machines and her body is very feminine and gracious. However, she has a lot to learn about life in general and tends to be over-optimistic and credulous. She thinks that everyone has something good in them and that there is some fairness to the world. That makes her warm heart a target for ill-intentioned people. Sometimes her good actions turn out to have bad consequences, which she tries hard to ignore and continue on a good path. She can have a difficult time intimidating people, but her logical-thinking speeches are very persuasive if she is given the chance to speak up.

 

Background: Although she never met her human father, living most of the time with his younger relatives, she admired him and was always eager to hear the stories they told her about his courage, kindness and most of all his creativity. Following her father’s footsteps Nai became an inventor too, to the disappointment of her half-sibbling Sidora, that was a very talented mage and a pureblood elf. Nai’s mother disappeared when she was really young, leaving her to be raised by her human side without explaining much. Her uncle Rowen thinks her mother was running away from something. Her family raised her with care and love and never once did Nai go to sleep hungry or thirsty, even though they weren’t exactly rich. From an early age she learned the importance of hard work and the value of community through hours and hours of helping with the family business – a technology store that sells everything from weapons to healing devices. Although not exactly found of aggression, she understood that self-defense was essential and that it could be used to protect others, so she practiced shooting both with arrow and bows – for stealth – and fire weapons – most of them customized by herself in her free time. She has got quite the collection. Nai never fit in that small village though. Anyone outside of her relatives would see her as a freak, a weird young lady that didn’t belong and didn’t want to as well. They were right, after all: she didn’t want to be one of them. She wanted to live life to its fullest potential and help people do the same. She enjoyed reading books and learning new things and the villagers there were only interested in getting married and having healthy children. White Bluff Academy was her dream since they told her how their parents met there and how talented both of them were. Through years of study and practice she finally got in, with her promising work in progress of a nanny robot. It didn’t work yet, mind you, but one day it would, and her blueprints were bright enough for the academy to accept her. Nai made in, but just barely – one professor vouched for her – Vynneck, a powerful mage that saw something different in that shy and passionate girl. It didn’t take long for her to prove them right, and Vynneck turned out to be a mentor for her and her craft. Magic and technology are two sides of a same coin, like fighting and dancing, or loving and hating, and they were complementary. Nai believed technology enhanced by magic could be twice as powerful as only one or the other. Sometimes she would play of mixing explosive runes and cannons, or pipes and water enchantments, but she was never the one to cast the spells. Her own work would be much better with the input and talent of others , like it should be for everyone. Every day that passed she felt closer and closer to her parents, as the professors would tell her about them, or as she would find portrait of them both around the Academy. She grew more talent with each hour that went by, never wasting a second. She met and connected to amazing students too, which made her even happier about that place. And now… Now it was time to go back to that little boring world she used to live in. To be trapped there with close-minded people. All of that because she didn’t have the guts to start off an adventure, to go see that dangerous world on her own, and to leave her family behind. She felt like she was about to abandon them. At the same time, her heart ached for something bigger, something valuable.

 

About Me Segment: I found this site due to my love for RPG games, acting and writing. Since I was very young I would see my older cousins playing and that always fascinated me. Once I was old enough to start, I became obsessed with every kind of RPG related thing: books, bands, videogames and board games. I am no expert, mind you. Most of my experience comes from very rule-free playthroughs, but I am willing to learn and eager to play with people who are as passionate as I am about it all. I tried local groups where I live, but people don’t take it seriously enough to keep playing until the end of the adventure, or just ignore role play completely and just want to come to the RPG sessions to socialize. That really frustrated me because I wanted to have the full experience, so here I am! People may not give me a chance because I’m new to this forum, but I’m not new to RPG at all and I will be a responsible player if my application is accepted.

 

Writing Sample:
I woke up already anxious, with my hands trembling and my heart beating fast. After so long, I was finally going to graduate. I should be happy, but the prospect of going back to my old village really scares me. I AM happy to meet my family again – especially uncle Rowen – but I am also well aware that my soul craves for adventure like machines need oil to function properly. Better saying – not adventure in itself, but challenges. I need to constantly challenge myself in order to keep going, and life there is going to stall fast. No, Nai, stop. It is your family, you are probably going to outlive most of them, there is no need to rush things. Yes, I should enjoy their company while I have them, because I know that soon I will be mourning them, but part of me is human and humans move fast – this urgency is something that bothers me since I was born. I get dressed and head to the dining hall in order to grab some food, but I am 100% sure I am not going to be able to eat much. As I get down the stairs, I see my good friend Muk, a very skilled warrior – and an incredibly tall orc – and go over to say hello. “You look like you’re about to throw up.” I cringe “I appreciate your directness, Muk.” He laughs heartedly: “I’m saying that because I’m worried.” I let out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, thanks Muk. I’ll be alright once this is all over. I’m just gonna miss you guys so much…” I started crying like the crybaby I am. That makes me want to punch myself in the face for being so stupid. He taps my back and tries to find something to say, but orcs and words are not two things that work well together. “I-it’s okay” I say, wiping my nose in my sleeve. “ I’m just being silly”.
Someone hugs me tightly from behind and I hear sobs: “Aw… I’m gonna miss you too!” I let out a pathetic scream – followed by red and hot cheeks. It is another friend of mine, Muk’s brother, Myk. Myk is like a gigantic baby boy, and I try not to show how desperate I am to get out of his crunching embrace. “Get out of her, you meatbrain! Don’t you see she’s almost becoming elvish soup?” Myk licks his own lips: “Hmmm… Yummy”. I slap him uselessly and start yelling, my voice becoming high-pitched: “N-no, not yummy. Not yummy at all. Put me down Myk!”. Both of them start laughing and I know now they were joking, but I’m still kind of horrified. (…)

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[DarkMemories]

 

Character Personae Name: Nibsy "The Alchy-Rat" Race: Ratfolk Class: Alchemist (Chirugeon) Gender: Male Age: Middle aged Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Traits: Iron Liver and Resourceful Alchemy Drawbacks: None === Personality: With an acerbic wit and a sense of haste only short-lived species can understand; Nibsy struggles along on a daily basis. He lives on a narrow line between being allowed to have a roof over his head for a night or getting chased out for any number of reasons. It isn't easy being a ratfolk in a tallard's domain. His personally is a bit of a fluid construct, mostly because its controlled by which specific fluid he's imbibed a lot of recently. He can be found humorous quite often when traveling with company, but when having to find a way to get his way around an unfamiliar town alone, he usually ends up in the bar drinking away a quarter of his traveling funds. This of course can lead to him either having to sass his way out of another 'IT CAN TALK?!' situation, or sometimes people just outright being hostile. Sass suits him better than random unexplained poisonings. Background: Crowded warrens run deep, both in physical length and in blood. 3 or 4 generations can fill up an entire city-sized ward of a warrens in under two decades. It gets hot, it gets loud and it gets competitive. Food, attention, shinies...all of it is dealt out with such such tight limits that its hard to wonder why the Ratfolk stay underground at all. In fact, among his own people, its a bit of a unkind stereotype that any ratfolk on the surface must have done something to get booted out in the first place. Nibsy knew the truth though; it was the smart ones who got out when they could. Shortly after his rather spurious upbringing, the young ratfolk started learning about the natural arts of the warren itself. While not gifted with the druidic arts like so many of the other white-furs, Nibsy had a razor-sharp mind. While the first kits were learning how to summon up goodberries, Nibsy was out actually finding goodberries and duplicating their effect without magic. One kit summoned up a swarm of insects, Nibsy threw a flask of over-ripe fruit juice and summoned one too. Entangling roots? Why not just suck the tar and resin out of those roots and toss a gob of that instead. It was obvious then that while he was obviously gifted in one aspect, that he was in truth the counter to all that his kith and kin expected. Nibsy knew this, and though they would never kick him out because he was different, he knew he needed to go just to find his own way He spent most of his young adulthood traveling around with caravans, learning more about Alchemy, drinking a heck of a lot, and getting into more trouble than you could shake a rattrap at. He'd even spent two years as a pirate. The comical Captain Aran had 'invited' the ratfolk aboard to be their sawbones for a spell. The spell turned out to be cast by wizard, one who'd lost quite a bit of paraphanalia to the predations of Aran's crew. The ship went down by the keep, and he floated out on a rum barrel. Nibsy didn't wait so much as a week to recover after that debacle. He found a few coin, drank a 1/3 of it away, then jumped back into his own rhythm again. Of course, it was only a matter of time before another misadventure sprung on him. Only time will tell if the Alchemist Rat would find some peace.

[DukeOfFrostfell]

 

”Nero's Character App” Name: Nero Emberwhip Race: Tiefling Class: Multiclassed Gunslinger with the Bolt Ace Archetype and Fighter Gender: Male Age: 80 (Note: Middle Aged for Tieflings is 150) Alignment: Lawful Neutral Traits: Superior Clutch (Tiefling) and Fiendish Sniper (Tiefling) Drawback: Burned   Nero stands tall at six foot, three inches when he fully extends himself on his hindlimbs and hooved feet. His skin is red like the leaves on Autumn leaves. His medium length, jet black hair is typically pulled back into a ponytail. He has horned goatee and a pair of spiraling ram's horns just above his brow. Protruding from the small of his back protrudes a long, flexible, whip-like tale that sways from side to side as he walks. His garb is rather simple. He wears dark moss green breeches which stops short just before his knees, and wears a white linen tunic. Over it he wears a light leather vest, but if you were to spy very closely, you would see a hint of mithral underneath. Around his waist is a simple leather belt from which a dagger can be seen hanging. Upon his wrists he wears a pair of thick leather bracers. He wears a rugged brown cloak which has seen quite a lot of wear, and on top of it all, Nero is typically seen sporting a large quiver that doesn't hold throwing spears but bolts for a massive heavy crossbow. Nero's large heavy crossbow also gets lugged around when traveling. While under the employment of DaMoor, the captain of the caravan guard, Nero wears a standard tunic which all guardsmen are required to wear. If one would get to know Nero, he/she would realize that his demonic exterior does not make the man who stands before you. Nero is very loyal to his friends and treats his words like a binding pact. If something is asked of him, he will go to whatever length to accomplish the task. He is not morally driven to save someone in need however. Mother nature has plenty of safeguards to allow the worthy to survive. He is both wise and smart, but never given a proper education. This makes him appear aloof on some occasions or rather eccentric depending on his mood or what's being talked about. One thing is certain – Nero enjoys the open road much more than civilized areas. There he is free from heckling onlookers who are uneasy by his demonic demeanor.   W.I.P.   Hello all, I am the Duke of Frostfell – where everything is ice and snow. A little bit about me, you ask? Sure! I've been playing pencil paper RPGs since I was just barely a teen from D&D 3.0, D&D 3.5, D&D 4e, D20 Modern, Star Wars Roleplaying Game, and even Teens From Outer Space. Oh, and of course, some Pathfinder as well. College days were the best for it. Having multiple friends over all the time was a lot of fun and I shall cherish those days forever. I'm older now with a job and such friends have moved on with their lives as well, so I can appreciate sites like this to keep the spirit of pencil paper gaming alive. I kinda screwed up my college days a bit. I wasn't very social in high-school, some bad times they were, and then did a 180* in college. I should have taken my classes more seriously than what I did and regret not doing so ever since. But recently I've found something I can be proud of. It took me a few years but I'm finally figuring out this whole adult thing. Now a days I am an aircraft mechanic. I fix the structures of B767s and help them back into flying service. I deal with mostly freighters and hope to make a career out of it. I just got the job last year and knew almost nothing of the skill, but I'm learning new things every day. When it comes to pencil paper RPGs, I run a game back home with my family. I DM for my Uncle in law, my cousin, and my girlfriend. Its a game that's been going on for years. Its a planescape world that I've exspanded on over the years and have come to love very much. But when WhiteStag asked me to join, I couldn't resist. I've played in a couple games with him now, so when he told me about his game, I knew it was going to good. DMs will always be DMs, but we too enjoy taking the back seat every once in a while and cause a little bit of mayhem!   W.I.P.