@HeySeuss Sure, if you like. In my case, I'll think about a replacement character, and get back to you in a bit.
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STATUS: Euh. It's been a hot minute. Things are rather different for me now, and I don't know how that translates to my presence here. 4 mos ago
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Euh. It's been a hot minute. Things are rather different for me now, and I don't know how that translates to my presence here.
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I don't *think* I'm a bad person. I might be wrong there. I try not to be, even when I screw it up for want of social awareness.
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Harambant, who once went by Harambe, now only recalled in light of what followed.
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It seems today, that all you see,
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Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.
“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”
~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”
~BCLEGENDS
A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.
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“I really don’t follow how your faith believes its perfectly acceptable to doom 4,000 years plus of sentient beings, on a pre-set path of no escape from sin, just so their descendants can be offered the ‘chance of salvation’ when the god murders its own son.”
~vikaTae
“Don’t be an ass or a pussy, ’lest you get screwed by life. Being a mouth or a hand is somewhat safer, and an eye socket is pretty much sacred in this regard, so always keep a look out.”
~BCLEGENDS
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@Hank Yes, I'm aware of that. It is, however, polite to do so if a clash would occur and the individuals involved aren't aware, so far as I can see.
@Zendrelax It's fine. You did claim the role first, and you certainly discussed your character's past and such more than I did. Honestly, after a bit of thought, I'm rather more upset that I wasn't told there was already somebody lined up to join as the witch until after I completed my sheet despite rather ample opportunity to do so on various fronts. In fairness, Hank is right that I could have looked at the interest thread to learn about that, but it's wasted time on my part either way, and I'm not convinced everybody ought to check the interest threads every time for information of that sort on the off-chance that there's an important detail like that in it.
@POOHEAD189 A'ight, that's done.
Nuva Doer walked calmly into the inn, arm bar loosely covered with cloth but nonetheless visible for the weapon it was, as low to the ground as its point was. His size and equipment almost instantly drew whispers from those near him, but it was not until after he sat down at a table that word began really spreading about the presence of some skayleigh-sized person with a huge spike on his arm. Much as he tried to keep the weapon inconspicuous after taking his seat, it was not long before the bartender, a human seemingly in his early thirties, came over to him.
'Sir, we're getting a lot of complaints about you,' he pointed out, somewhat tremulously for the knowledge that the half-elf could probably kill him rather easily. 'You're going to have to take that spike off your arm.'
'I cannot do that,' Nuva responded. 'It's welded on.'
The bartender winced somewhat at this revelation, but nonetheless stood his ground quite admirably for a bartender. 'Then, sir, I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave. To stop scaring the customers, and so on.'
This happened on a regular basis. All Nuva wanted was a drink, maybe some food that wasn't traveller's rations, but the damned arm spike ruined his chance every time. At best, he might be given a certain degree of sympathy for his mutilations. More commonly, he'd just be told to get out, as though he couldn't control his weapon's location. He knew very well how to control it. If he wanted, he could cleave the bartender's abdomen out from between his thorax and hips. Or simply turn the man into the lower half of a body and a massive blood splatter.
As it was, the implication of an order was enough to sway him. That, and the obvious problem of guard encounters if he seemed like he would cause trouble. 'Sorry for wasting your time, then,' Nuva said with a sigh as he stood from his chair and turned to leave, catching his footing but slightly at what sounded suspiciously like a muttered '...better be' from the bartender. He remained silent as he left the building, taking a glance around the area to see if there were any stores which might sell rations of food and water, but shortly found himself approached by a dwarf. One of the tallest dwarves he'd ever seen, at that, must've been a good five feet or so. The dwarf, in turn, took one good look at him, then held a slip of paper out to him; cautiously, Nuva took it in his free hand, and read through what it had to say:
If you're looking to get into Starkvale, and looking for some bounties to grab, meet me and my friends at the ruins of the old guard tower, north east of the field. Meet us at dusk. I contacted you because I believe you'll be of some use. Hope to see you.
Captain Kayden.
Nuva couldn't say that particular individual sounded familiar to him, and by the time he looked up to ask about Kayden, the dwarf was gone. Nonetheless, it was work for him; maybe it'd be a way for him to sort out his life, too, if he was lucky.
As dusk fell, Nuva approached the guard tower. Certainly, it was a ruin as described in the letter; it at least seemed sturdy enough to remain upright, but there was little chance that many of the floors would remain intact enough to stand upon. Sure enough, as Nuva climbed the approach to the tower's facade, he saw the same dwarf from before guarding the entrance into the place, and, if he looked past him, a few others already present around some form of table. Once again, as he often did, he was thankful that he had the wit to keep his true race a secret from others around him. He recalled the reactions of others to learning his ancestry, and shuddered to imagine yet another opportunity being wasted for reasons beyond his control.
'Sorry if I'm late,' Nuva offered to the dwarf. 'If I could be filled in on anything important I've missed, I'd appreciate it.'
'Sir, we're getting a lot of complaints about you,' he pointed out, somewhat tremulously for the knowledge that the half-elf could probably kill him rather easily. 'You're going to have to take that spike off your arm.'
'I cannot do that,' Nuva responded. 'It's welded on.'
The bartender winced somewhat at this revelation, but nonetheless stood his ground quite admirably for a bartender. 'Then, sir, I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave. To stop scaring the customers, and so on.'
This happened on a regular basis. All Nuva wanted was a drink, maybe some food that wasn't traveller's rations, but the damned arm spike ruined his chance every time. At best, he might be given a certain degree of sympathy for his mutilations. More commonly, he'd just be told to get out, as though he couldn't control his weapon's location. He knew very well how to control it. If he wanted, he could cleave the bartender's abdomen out from between his thorax and hips. Or simply turn the man into the lower half of a body and a massive blood splatter.
As it was, the implication of an order was enough to sway him. That, and the obvious problem of guard encounters if he seemed like he would cause trouble. 'Sorry for wasting your time, then,' Nuva said with a sigh as he stood from his chair and turned to leave, catching his footing but slightly at what sounded suspiciously like a muttered '...better be' from the bartender. He remained silent as he left the building, taking a glance around the area to see if there were any stores which might sell rations of food and water, but shortly found himself approached by a dwarf. One of the tallest dwarves he'd ever seen, at that, must've been a good five feet or so. The dwarf, in turn, took one good look at him, then held a slip of paper out to him; cautiously, Nuva took it in his free hand, and read through what it had to say:
If you're looking to get into Starkvale, and looking for some bounties to grab, meet me and my friends at the ruins of the old guard tower, north east of the field. Meet us at dusk. I contacted you because I believe you'll be of some use. Hope to see you.
Captain Kayden.
Nuva couldn't say that particular individual sounded familiar to him, and by the time he looked up to ask about Kayden, the dwarf was gone. Nonetheless, it was work for him; maybe it'd be a way for him to sort out his life, too, if he was lucky.
As dusk fell, Nuva approached the guard tower. Certainly, it was a ruin as described in the letter; it at least seemed sturdy enough to remain upright, but there was little chance that many of the floors would remain intact enough to stand upon. Sure enough, as Nuva climbed the approach to the tower's facade, he saw the same dwarf from before guarding the entrance into the place, and, if he looked past him, a few others already present around some form of table. Once again, as he often did, he was thankful that he had the wit to keep his true race a secret from others around him. He recalled the reactions of others to learning his ancestry, and shuddered to imagine yet another opportunity being wasted for reasons beyond his control.
'Sorry if I'm late,' Nuva offered to the dwarf. 'If I could be filled in on anything important I've missed, I'd appreciate it.'
@Hank ...oh. My apologies, then, @Zendrelax.
Sorry if I've been quiet lately. I've been distracted somewhat by other things. Having said that, I can get on with a post for Nuva pretty much right now, so if you could hold tight for that...
So I am approving all characters except for the two witches I got because I have to figure things out and want to look over those sheets carefully because I am going to wind up choosing one. It was totally fine to post in the character sheet tab, I just have two people giving me two different characters and I need to look at it from the perspective of how the plot plays out with these characters.
God damn it, again? I even explicitly said that I was writing up the company witch a day or so ago... bloody hell, @Zendrelax.
@Rune_Alchemist If you want to give her pure weight-changing abilities, you could use the Kilo-Kilo no Mi for weight-changing in both directions from one kilogram to ten thousand, or the Ton-Ton no Mi if you just want to crush things completely flat.
@Tmitche23 That's fair. If you don't think you're going to get back into this game, it might be an idea to make a final post of Jax doing something that provokes Xerxes into killing Jax; otherwise, you might want to get somebody to RP him for the time being until you can return.
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