Regan with an apprentice sounds like the best worst idea ever. I'd be down.
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I know i'm not the GM and this is probably If I could suggest maybe instead of exactly like 3 eye its like a 3 eye plus? Like not only does it temp open up the magical sight but temp gives them access to raw magical talent like nothing complicated but classical evocations stuff ( fire, force, frost, ect. ) but given their lack of knowledge and information, they don't know the steps to protect thier minds from the magical back lash of using magic ( not to mention that natural mental damage that happens with having unrestrianed sight open ) so they could be highly addicted, highly unstable, and highly dangerous mo-fo's.
Given the big "K"s level of power and skill I feel like it being something far more potent and dangerious than 3 eye was would make some sense, especially if it was intended to be a war tool.
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ah never mind the DM has spoken, though something like ^ could be a good idea to throw around for a background or side plot.
Given the big "K"s level of power and skill I feel like it being something far more potent and dangerious than 3 eye was would make some sense, especially if it was intended to be a war tool.
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ah never mind the DM has spoken, though something like ^ could be a good idea to throw around for a background or side plot.
Oh man having a vanilla mortal would be really cool actually... Like I'm wagering a large part of this would take place in the Europe given that was our big bad's stomping ground especially after WW2.
like...this area and time period a really cool human role would be a cold war spy, who following rumors of mysterious activities (( assuming some new weapon or tactic of his rival nation )) and stumbles into the still raging supernatural conflict happening in the shadows of the mortal world.
If somebody wants to use this idea go for it, but if nobody wants this idea I'll scrap my warden and play this role :D
like...this area and time period a really cool human role would be a cold war spy, who following rumors of mysterious activities (( assuming some new weapon or tactic of his rival nation )) and stumbles into the still raging supernatural conflict happening in the shadows of the mortal world.
If somebody wants to use this idea go for it, but if nobody wants this idea I'll scrap my warden and play this role :D
Awesome! I'll have a warden up tomorrow
Also, a detail I just remembered worth mentioning; listens to wind is also the WC's head of healing/medicine with skills both magical and mundane ( I beleive it's mentioned he has like 7 doctor degrees and he goes back to school every few decades to stay up to date )
Also, a detail I just remembered worth mentioning; listens to wind is also the WC's head of healing/medicine with skills both magical and mundane ( I beleive it's mentioned he has like 7 doctor degrees and he goes back to school every few decades to stay up to date )
those audio books are hella worth every penny, James Marsters freaking kills it.
Ahhh, Austin Texas in the fall. Only slightly cooler than Austin in the spring, and unlike Austin summer the entire world is not wet and on fire at the same time. But hey, even if its mid-fall and 80 degrees out side. It’s still a lovely early afternoon. Shockingly quite given the time of day, And you know what, that was okay with Lyra Marshal.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already beginning to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully indulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already beginning to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully indulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
I'd be hella down for some wizard shinanagins
Ahhh, Austin Texas in the fall. Only slightly cooler than Austin in the spring, and unlike Austin summer the entire world is not wet and on fire at the same time. But hey, even if its mid-fall and 80 degrees out side. It’s still a lovely early afternoon. Shockingly quite given the time of day, And you know what, that was okay with Lyra Marshal.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already begining to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully endulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
Normally by this point in the afternoon, the bottom floor of their home, a bar called the ‘the hungry burro’ was already begining to bump with life and music. But it was closed for the time being for renovations and upgrades. A year ago it became the the premier gay bars in the city they had been rolling in the dough. It also earned them the street name “the eating ass”. Lyra enjoyed the benefits of her Uncle’s business well enough, the great musical acts and general shinanagins were often sights to behold. But this past week of silence had been nice. It gave her some time to peacefully endulge in some of her unfinished fashion projects. So hard to find good cute loli looking fashion stuff in this hipster town, so she had to make them herself or else spend way to much to import it. To be she kind of sucks at it.
If only today wasn’t the day Uncle was upgrading the gosh darn router!!! On the day everyone was going to get and play that crazy new game! Lyra stared at her functionally worthless CPU, the two disks of Sburb lying next to it. Lyra is a girl of adorable clothing but of action as well! She hated that she couldn’t already be online and getting into all kinds of videogame tomfoolery with her pals. She hadn’t been online most of the day thanks to uncle working on setting up some of the electronic equipment. she should probably use her phone to check in. She didn’t mind wasting precious, limited data on her friends. But whoooo. Well, if you only have so much data to use, may as well go for maximum quality with your bestest best buddy.
Lyra was always in a great mood after a chat with Abbi. Though landsakes she wish that girl would just stop fawning all over her crush and just act on it already. Still, it was good to know her friends weren’t all gaming with out her yet.
Oh, wait a minute, she was getting a message from some stranger…
The troll really managed to get Lyra’s ire to high levels. Lyra never took well to the sort that like to pick on others. If she had been remotely within the city limits of Rich’s home town there would be a heck of an extensive trail of broken bullies in her wake. Or any of her friends, to be honest, though rich’s bully problem seemed to be the most acute. Shoot, just thinking about that made Lyra even more worked up! She desperately wanted to go a few rounds on her faithful punching bag, but it was afternoon and her pet bat was still sound asleep. She’d hate to disturb the little critter’s rest, when it so rarely got the chance to sleep soundly in when the bar was actually open.
Only one thing to do, sneak downstairs and hook the wifi back up. Knowing her scatter brain uncle he probably got half way through what should have been a relatively quick and simple process and then got distracted by a different more time consuming task. It was he way. Why did she have to sneak? Weeeeell, Uncle was probably now ‘Druncle’ status. Druncle being “Drunk Uncle”. And while he was a sweet sort inebriated or no, when he gets a few drinks in his blood he has a tendency to run his mouth. If she got caught she’d be likely caught in a rambling chat loop for god knows how long.
Using her quickest of youth moves and carefullest of youngster tricks Abbie makes her way down to the bar level of their home. No sign to Drunkle yet. Though you saw the countless half-finished bar-renovation projects along the way. The biggest offender of ‘I started it but then I decided to start something else’ was a rather outrageous one. A giant freaking horned armadillo statue sitting in the middle of the bars dance floor. It was supposed to be a back ground piece of the new musical act stage (which of course was also only half done being remade ). But the dang thing was the size of like, TWO hummers! It barely fit in the dang building! She was still not entirely sure how Uncle got it in here to begin with, it was way bigger than any of their doors.
She begged her uncle not to get that damn thing. If she hadn’t spent most of the budget on that they could have had real contractors out here the Eating Ass….er, you mean the Hungry Burro would be already open for business again. At this rate, it wasn’t going to be open again till next spring!
she sigh at sight of the absolutely gaudy item, southern as hell she may be but even she had a limit. She hopped behind the bar where much of the more delicate electronics were kept inside of cabinet and found it a mess of wires and various machines. She sighed and began to sort through them till she found the half set up wifi router. “seriously” she mumbled to herself as she plugged int a few more wires “you were literally like two steps from done here Uncle.” As she the router began to boot up she was about to stand up when suddenly she heard the tell-tale sound of a slightly slurred queen song.
HELL! Uncle was in the room. No way out without risking familial strife. A sober uncle you had a chance against…but drunkle was a whole different can of worms
Well, looks like lyra is stuck here for now. May as well be some other luckless kid.
Basic Information:
Name: Lyra Marshal
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Derse or Prospit?: Prospit
Fetch Modus:
Strife Specibus: Glovekind
Weapon: training gloves
Game Entry Item: A ring of fire ( has to be entered )
Sprite: ?
Exile: ?
Server Player:?
Client Player: ?
Title: Knight of Space
Active or Passive: active
Medium: Land of Frivolity and Frogs
Denizen: Echidna
Human-Specific Information: (Troll characters delete this section!)
Eye Color:Green
Hair Color:Ginger, dye black, with a bit of the natural red as a streak
Skin Tone: Light, many freckles
Symbol: Celtic trinity
Guardian: Uncle
Ectosibling(s):?
Pets: pet bat “Flappy”
Other family: Father (deceased )
Home: Multiple story building, bottom floor is a business ran by Uncle ( A bar ) top two floors are living space.
Chumhandle: sanguineSouthpaw
Typing style: sheee tends let her southern draaawl show in some of her wooords. Normally in ‘3s’ both in the extention of the given drawled sound and number times she does it in a line. She as a thing for 3’s
Sexuality: Pan
Relationship status: None
General Appearance: (All characters must fill out from here down!)
Do they need to wear glasses or contacts?:Nope
If yes, are they nearsighted or farsighted?:Noooope
They should wear their glasses, but do they always: What do you think :P
Weight: 110LBS, Flyweight baby!
Height: 5 foot even
Notable features: Freckles like a mother fucker.
Hair: Dyed black, but natural color is ginger as all get out. Wavy and kept about at a near shoulder length, but most of it is often pulled back and away from her face in a pair of tight ponytails.
Disabilities/Health Concerns: Anemic
Personality:
Biggest goal: Punch out a heavy weight!
Greatest fear: Failing to protect those she’s close to
Darkest secret: -coming soon-
Does anyone know?: -coming soon-
If yes, how did they find out?:-coming soon-
Greatest strength: Her boundless enthusiasm!
Greatest weakness: emotionally repressed
Greatest accomplishment:-coming soon-
Biggest regret: -coming soon-
Are they more aggressive, assertive, or passive?: aggressive-ish
Are they emotional or stoic?: as long as they are positive emotions
Which do they trust more, their head or their heart?: “Instinct” so heart I suppose
Are they an introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert
Name: Lyra Marshal
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Derse or Prospit?: Prospit
Fetch Modus:
Strife Specibus: Glovekind
Weapon: training gloves
Game Entry Item: A ring of fire ( has to be entered )
Sprite: ?
Exile: ?
Server Player:?
Client Player: ?
Title: Knight of Space
Active or Passive: active
Medium: Land of Frivolity and Frogs
Denizen: Echidna
Human-Specific Information: (Troll characters delete this section!)
Eye Color:Green
Hair Color:Ginger, dye black, with a bit of the natural red as a streak
Skin Tone: Light, many freckles
Symbol: Celtic trinity
Guardian: Uncle
Ectosibling(s):?
Pets: pet bat “Flappy”
Other family: Father (deceased )
Home: Multiple story building, bottom floor is a business ran by Uncle ( A bar ) top two floors are living space.
Chumhandle: sanguineSouthpaw
Typing style: sheee tends let her southern draaawl show in some of her wooords. Normally in ‘3s’ both in the extention of the given drawled sound and number times she does it in a line. She as a thing for 3’s
Sexuality: Pan
Relationship status: None
General Appearance: (All characters must fill out from here down!)
Do they need to wear glasses or contacts?:Nope
If yes, are they nearsighted or farsighted?:Noooope
They should wear their glasses, but do they always: What do you think :P
Weight: 110LBS, Flyweight baby!
Height: 5 foot even
Notable features: Freckles like a mother fucker.
Hair: Dyed black, but natural color is ginger as all get out. Wavy and kept about at a near shoulder length, but most of it is often pulled back and away from her face in a pair of tight ponytails.
Disabilities/Health Concerns: Anemic
Personality:
Biggest goal: Punch out a heavy weight!
Greatest fear: Failing to protect those she’s close to
Darkest secret: -coming soon-
Does anyone know?: -coming soon-
If yes, how did they find out?:-coming soon-
Greatest strength: Her boundless enthusiasm!
Greatest weakness: emotionally repressed
Greatest accomplishment:-coming soon-
Biggest regret: -coming soon-
Are they more aggressive, assertive, or passive?: aggressive-ish
Are they emotional or stoic?: as long as they are positive emotions
Which do they trust more, their head or their heart?: “Instinct” so heart I suppose
Are they an introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert
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