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I haven't played much to really give good picks. I will say dead rising 1&2 are pretty fun. Although the first one's time limit gimmick can be a little frustrating at first.
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Just some rando. I'm 20+ so no worries about rping with a kid.

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Nashep-Natjier

Jen




Despite lacking his powers right now, he still had plenty of skill and brute force to rely on. Jen would grab a nearby vase and throw it at the monster before putting some distance between him and it. He could only hope that it was enough to save Nia from the lunging monster. He would eye some other pieces of furniture he could use defensively and offensively.

“Nah, I'm just here for the ride of doing a mission Ice Princess over there got ordered to do. Along with everybody else. ” He said to the Natkhelese woman.

“You mean… So that whole diplomacy mission that you claimed to come here for… It wasn’t a front?” She seemed confused by that notion.

“I just thought… I mean with so many pactmakers all in one place…” Her words trailed off, her eyes falling about Pyter with a frown.

The vase smashed across one of the heads from the jumble of bodies, turning more than a few of the other heads. The thing let out another screech, causing one of the other monstrosities to jump into motion, the one that appeared more spider-like.

The creature pounced, vomiting out tendrils of webbing at Jen.

“Yeah, sorry-”
Jen would get cut off by the spider monster approaching him fast. There was an attempt to dodge it by shoving a table at it. However, it wasn't enough and he'd get covered in the webbing. He'd make an annoyed face. “A little help here!” He'd say as he looked for something useful.

The creature cried out in glee as it launched an arm at Jen. The Nashep-Natjier was there in a flash. Thrusting her spear through the arm and down through the floor.

She looked to Jen grimacing, and reluctantly put her hand to the webbing and breathed out. Slowly the webbing began to fuzz, though not fast enough.

The creature swatted one arm after another. The Nashep-Natjier tsked. Waving her free hand back and forth trying to intercept each blow. Each time, she let out a tiny bit of breath, causing the air in front of her to solidify into a thin silvery metal that shattered on each impact.

The Nashep-Natjier gritted her teeth and turned her attention back to the webbing. Grabbing it, it fuzzed and transformed into a tangle of ropes. She then quickly tossed Jen a knife to cut himself free with.

“Thanks!” Jen replied as he grabbed the knife. The webbing would be slashed and he’d be mobile again. It seemed her ability keyed off breath like his? Although their effects were radically different. He’d then rush to reposition himself trying to have the monster being flanked by both him and Nashep.

“Glad to know the distrust is mutual. You people seem like trouble. But I also keep seeing future meetings with you or others like you. It seems the being has the attention of multiple factions.” Jen would parry a blow by the creature. He’d then counter with a couple slashes and stabs.

The Nashep-Najier sniffed at his words. “Trouble is not a thing that me and my own tend to dabble in. It is a concept incompatible with the ideal behind the power I hold. Disruption on the other hand… that is something more akin to what I do.”

“Regardless, you should not judge my own based on your encounters with the others. Our goals do not align.”
The Nashep-Natjier stated cooly.

Growing frustrated. The creature leaped backwards, ripping its pinned arm from the spear. It then started acting defensively and releasing spools of webbing from a distance.

The Nashep-Natjier cursed while sparing an anxious glance towards the hallway. They didn’t have the time for this delay. She wasn’t quite sure how well her power would fare against the Cutlerware.

“Disruption? I see… You might not have the same goals, but you’re functionally the same. Bunch of fair weather allies liable to come ‘disrupt’ our lives the moment we become inconveniences to whatever convoluted plans you have.”He’d say as he vaulted over some furniture as he saw her signal to the hallway. He was hoping they could lose this thing or at the very least get rid of the inhibitors.

“Do we have the keys for these things yet?” He’d shout while looking for a way to impede the monster. He’d then find a nearby long table and kick that sucker into the path of the monster.

“Who do you take me for? The Kharu-Natjier?” She gave a dry laugh that had no mirth while catching a blast of webbing on one of those thin metal plates that she made out of the air. “I am no schemer.” She said slapping another bit of webbing out of the way. “Nor am I a glutton for power.”

Two more blasts of webbing shot at her. She dodged one and caught the other. Releasing a breath, the webbing seemed to fuzz. “I am a warrior.” The webbing began to warp. “An endower of power.” She pulled back on the webbing as it began to darken in color and shift in shape. “The Being, The Cult, The Unseeing Eye… any who would covet the power of gods… I will break them.”

The webbing became a whip with wickedly curved blades on its tip. With a yank, she pulled the bladed end towards her and caught it with her free hand. “I will break them,” She repeated, “and return the power to us all!”

The Nashep-Natjier took off in a sprint, dodging another blast of webbing. She then tossed the bladed end, which dug into the neck of the spider-like monstrosity catching on some bone.

“And if you should decide to join them-” She continued, sparing Jen a glance. “-well… then I may find that I might have to break you as well.”

She stomped on the tether of the whip and pulled it taunt. The creature’s head tugged downwards and to the side, messing with its ability to properly aim its webbing.

“Go!” She said to Jen. “We may not have the keys yet, but at least we got ourselves an opening!”

“A warrior huh? Well, you know what they say about us. That we communicate better with our fists. Still, I try not to keep too many enemies. The only ones I have are the cult and their associates.” He’d say as he kept moving. It seemed he’d have an easier time dodging the attacks given how focused the monster was on Nashep.

He’d watch as her power kept transforming the webbing into various things. It seems she had some experience throwing knives. He saw how well she threw the rope-dagger into the monster’s neck. “On it? Hey lady? Catch!” He’d say dashing as he easily avoided the now sloppy shots of webbing it was trying to hit. He’d then toss her the knife she lent him.

The Nashep-Natjier looked up, and her eyes widened. With a curse in another language, she breathed out and held up her hand. The knife turned into an iron bar which she easily caught in her hand.

She then shot Jen a flat look. “Freshlanders.” She said flatly. “Not all warriors are fighters. I may have experience in fighting, but I certainly don’t within the area of catching knives. For someone who claims to not like making enemies, you could have fooled me.”

Jen would feel a wave of mortification as he overestimated the woman’s prowess. Luckily she managed to nullify its threat with her ability. “Sorry about that lady, when you called yourself a warrior I just assumed you were of great ability. Still, as suspect that action was, if I was your enemy do you think I’d give you a warning?” He’d say.

She sighed and nodded. “You’re not my enemy… At least not yet.”

With a sudden tug of its head. The creature pulled back and yanked the whip out of the woman’s hands.

The Nashep Natjier tsk. “This is becoming bothersome.” She said.

Jen would quickly eyeball the new room as they went through it. He was worried about that creature getting close again. They needed to find a way to lose or slow it down. Although perhaps they could defeat it, it was going to be dangerous and challenging. “Anyway how are we doing?” He’d ask aloud.
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Jen would listen to the conversation as he hung out in the back. It seems they were all going to be roped into something bigger than initially expected. These Nhatkelese, he wondered what they knew of the cults and what their agenda was. It was clear the connection had to do with the being that the cults abhorred. He wondered if they would be enemies or allies. As it seemed with her and the other one, they seemed fair-weather allies who could only be trusted as far as you could throw them. “And if we were to steal the cutlerware? Would that be a sufficient hindrance?” He asked although it was just more thinking aloud than anything truly serious.

He’d then spot as they walked Chres and some newcomers. ” Hey, is that you Chres? And who are these people with you and what happened?” He’d say as he looked at Peytr and Nia. Were these also new pact-makers or just some people along for the ride? Regardless, he hoped they would make for better company than Nashep. The man's beggar rags contrasted him heavily with the rest of the group that was better dressed relatively speaking. He'd look at the newcomers with a grin and a look of curiosity.
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Jen would follow the servant to the kitchen. She didn’t seem too pleased with either his appearance or his goal. There in front of him lay a pile of dirtied pots, pans, and other tools that would be useful in his quest to make a better dinner. He’d turn around to see that the annoyed servant had abandoned him to his fate. “Hey-” So this was the price to upgrade their meal. Jen didn’t waste time grumbling as he’d save that after washing everything the second time. It would be right there and then that he would call upon the full strength of his abilities to plow through the clean-up before properly starting.

The Taste-man’s sense of pride propelled him through the drudgery of cleaning. Jen would throw some chopped vegetables he acquired and throw them into a pot. Jen would then return to his bowl of potatoes and begin mixing it with some flour to make some well-seasoned croquettes with the chicken as the filling. To accompany the croquettes, he made a sweet, spicy, and slightly tangy sauce to dip them which would be served in a communal bowl to add to their plates.

Hours later Jen would find himself rudely awakening to being face-first on the floor. His companion’s attempts to wake him up had succeeded. Perhaps a little too strongly. "What’s the matter? Ehh let’s just go.” Jen answered as he rubbed his head while standing up. It was clear that this was an urgent situation of some danger and really all he needed to know at the moment was who they were fighting and their current plan.

He followed Týfurkh and found himself in the company of the others. It was there they’d be greeted by one of the servants. She was one of those Nhatkelese like the ones they encountered in Shimmertown. He wondered what connection she might have with other Natjier and why she considered killing them. So another fair-weather ally? Fine, whatever, let's get these bangles off and get out of here if this place is as swarmed with bad guys like you say.”
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Hey there all. Haven’t been super active of late but I got the craving to do some rps again, and I’m looking to play with some fun and laid-back people to have fun with.

About Me


  • I’m an adult and I prefer to rp with other adults 21+ out of a general preference over actual mature content.
  • I can be pretty scatterbrained and have organization issues, which means sometimes I can be slow to make posts, but I will try most of the time to get posts done.
  • I enjoy OOC chatting both in terms of rp discussion as well as just generally chatting over whatever.
  • I prefer to do rps via DMs, although I can do Gdocs or even Discord.
  • Speaking of DMs, send me one if you wish to contact me.

RP info


  • I offer 2 paragraphs minimum and can go higher depending on the situation and if I’m really in the groove I can get pretty detailed.
  • While I’m friendly to doing romances, it’s not a requirement. Additionally, my preference is to play the male lead role in MxF-type pairings.
  • For faceclaims, I don’t like using real people as it weirds me out.
  • Although I got a handful of plots below, I’m open to your rp pitches.

Fandoms and Misc

Sea of Thieves
Legend of Dragoon
Monster Hunter
Horizon Zero Dawn (haven't played the new game tho)

Genres & stuff I like:
Fantasy, but I don’t care for the more generic D&D-type flavor
Pseudo-Wuxia or Supernatural martial arts type thing
Mecha

Stuff I’m not interested in:
Playing as canon characters
Marvel
Horror
Mundane settings & scenarios

Some Plots



Ghent kneeled, there perched on the rooftop waiting for their quarry. The smell from below made him wrinkle his nose, but it did not distract him from paying attention to any movement or sound of something arriving. A sound could be heard and he watched Afira step forth with a torch. Something would emerge from the darkness, was that Toltan? He was significantly worse for wear than he had imagined. The disfigurement was beyond the missing limb, there were these grotesque lumps. He looked severely ill, and he could scarcely imagine what ill fortune befell the poor bastard. He didn’t seem particularly lucid given his response to being arrested.

When Toltan’s demeanor shifted to resentful anger, he was readying to intervene should it escalate. And then it did. Just not in the way he was expecting. Now the trajectory shifted from restraining or incapacitating a deranged man to having to kill whatever the hell he just turned into. Like a bird of prey attacking prey, he too dove into the monster, doing a modified sharkfang lunge. Where the first attack from the jump was a feint, and the second was the true attack.
"One concern I have is if it's smarter than your usual forest beast. An animal desperate enough to start preying on humans is one thing, but if it's a clever monster than we have an issue. I think we should also try and minimize its chance to escape or at the very least make escaping as slow as possible. Traps and perhaps some obstacles to control the movement of our target would be useful to set-up." Ghent said to the team. He was expecting this to be a bloody fight, where they end up having to chase this thing through the woods. Not exactly the most optimistic view, but he just felt that this wouldn't be an easy fight either.
Jen hadn’t bothered to wash; his clothing was far dirtier than the others and he had no extra pair. Washing only to use these rags would be a pointless affair, and so he didn’t. Perhaps there was a complimentary change of clothes provided mentioned by one of the servants, but he couldn’t recall it. He’d mosey on over to the dining room to meet the others. Just then, Sil would fling some mashed potatoes at him and as if on reflex, Jen would catch the errant food in his mouth. He’d watch Sil make a mess and make a disappointed look as he swallowed the potatoes. It was wrong, all wrong!

He knew that other nations and their cuisine weren’t as developed as his home nation, but this was dire. Making some half-decent mashed potatoes wasn’t that hard, but somehow this succeeded in failing an easy task. They were lumpy, but not in a good way, absolutely bland, and a little watery. He’d look at the others and their reactions to the food. It seemed nobody was enjoying the meal. He’d take a piece of the unimpressive-looking roast, and tasting it only confirmed just how bad it was.

“Sense and seasonings… I know your cuisine lacks compared to ours, but this is awful.” He’d say aloud. He was already half-annoyed by just being in this place, but this food was apparently the last straw. As a proud member of the Nation of Taste, this food insulted him. It was perhaps one of the few instances the others would see him become both visibly irritated and impassioned. “You there,” he said looking at the servant, “Show me where the kitchen is; I want to tell the chef what I’m going to tell you. This food wastes and dishonors the ingredients. Not just the animals who took time to rear and whose lives were sacrificed, but also the vegetables that took months to tend and grow. Now show me the kitchen or I’ll find it myself. Either way, I’m going to make a replacement dinner to cover up for this travesty, and maybe your chef might learn a thing or five.”

Having said that he’d pick up the bowl of mashed potatoes. “And I’ll be taking this. I doubt anything else in this banquet could be saved. When I return at least the potatoes will be worth eating.” Servant be damned, this dinner was trash, and he was already set to do better. The first order would be to touch up the potatoes, and then figure out what the hell to throw together for a quick enough dinner.
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