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2 yrs ago
Current A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive.
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3 yrs ago
I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
7 yrs ago
Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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7 yrs ago
Very sick, will post when not hurting.
7 yrs ago
I'm awake at weird hours again.
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Hello have some interest.
Name: Matthew

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Class: Tactician

Home country: Valm (Rosanne)

Appearance:

Personality: A smart and somewhat sheltered young man, he is often found reading or writing about his travels in his journal. This introversion caused him to be friendless as a child and his noble standing didn't help. He left home after his parents attempted to arrange a marriage, taking his knowledge of war and magic with him. He travels to learn of the world and make friends, even if he doesn't exactly know how.

Biography/history: Growing up in a noble house he learned much of sword play and excelled at it as a hobby, however he took to magic rather than other noble pursuits preferring casting spells to horse back riding or piano lessons. His parents sensing he could be a great commander in the duke's military one day had a tutor bought in to teach him of tactics. He took to the training quickly and found himself happily working towards this career. At age fourteen he competed in tourney hosted by the Dukedom. Taking home the prize that year his family was delighted, there son though friendless and introverted had become a talented warrior.

Three years his mother arranged a marriage, he spent weeks arguing about it and finally deciding anything was better than forcing misery of marriage to him on some poor young noble girl, he left home. He traveled plying his skills and living as a commoner, he often played songs as a bard in towns or worked defending locals form the occasional bandit. However he traveled across the ocean wanting to see new lands and explore, his desire for adventure drove him to new heights.
Name: Matthew

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Class: Tactician

Home country: Valm (Rosanne)

Appearance:

Personality: A smart and somewhat sheltered young man, he is often found reading or writing about his travels in his journal. This introversion caused him to be friendless as a child and his noble standing didn't help. He left home after his parents attempted to arrange a marriage, taking his knowledge of war and magic with him. He travels to learn of the world and make friends, even if he doesn't exactly know how.

Biography/history: Growing up in a noble house he learned much of sword play and excelled at it as a hobby, however he took to magic rather than other noble pursuits preferring casting spells to horse back riding or piano lessons. His parents sensing he could be a great commander in the duke's military one day had a tutor bought in to teach him of tactics. He took to the training quickly and found himself happily working towards this career. At age fourteen he competed in tourney hosted by the Dukedom. Taking home the prize that year his family was delighted, there son though friendless and introverted had become a talented warrior.

Three years his mother arranged a marriage, he spent weeks arguing about it and finally deciding anything was better than forcing misery of marriage to him on some poor young noble girl, he left home. He traveled plying his skills and living as a commoner, he often played songs as a bard in towns or worked defending locals form the occasional bandit. However he traveled across the ocean wanting to see new lands and explore, his desire for adventure drove him to new heights.
Cal chuckled and whispered back. "Over here South." While he had been waiting he'd collected four candy bars from the ration packs. He sighed and waved her over throwing her a chocolate bar. "Here I grabbed these in case you were hungry." He said with a sad little smile. He really didn't know what to say to her, maybe he should start with the sim, or the fact that it was illegal. He told Penn but that was different, that had been hysterics and his lost grip on reality, he was here and he was talking with the real South.

He knew where to begin. "Listen, I wanted to tell you something important... I spent two years with most of you guys in a Sim and from what I can tell it was all damn accurate data they used. They wanted to test me, It was a full virtual reality test one where in my head I spent two years trapped in mountain leading you all. Fighting, laughing, trusting all of you." He sighed, it was hard to fight the memories but he did his best. "I've got brain damage, I know it. I don't think like I used to I question decisions I make, I argue over what I should do in combat, I risk my neck pulling stunts like in the sim yesterday."
No problem I really enjoy doing it.
I'm interested, if there is still room of course.
Very interested, perhaps a monk or cavalier from Renais sent to help them escape?
So I was on youtube and I got goosebumps watching this... Praetor plays the violin and I watched this and saw him summoning ghosts to play each part.
Praetor will be waking up soon.
It's fine, anyway Jacob's bad luck strikes again now he's got moved across the field to recruit new friends but gotten them in more trouble. Lets see how they handle the fighting, I won;t be posting Andres for awhile as he's in the Longfort thus is irrelevant.
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