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I like telling engaging stories with cool people :)

Collaboration and teamwork are very important to me when telling a story- I could write any genre as long as the group dynamic is healthy.

If you're chill and understand grammar we'll probably get along!


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  • 23
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  • Filthy American
  • I like video games
  • Comics and novels
  • TTRPGs (mainly D&D and Fate but I'll try anything)
  • The natural world (especially the ocean)
  • Poetry
  • Aspiring author (poor)



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Language is the tool I use to connect myself to the world around me and to the people that I care for.
@POOHEAD189 taught me how to play D&D

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Grendel Kirk

Gren fixed his one good eye on Alph, smiling slightly. "Not as far as I know. My hag of a mother certainly hasn't found anyone that dumb yet!" He chuckled. "Really, nothing much has happened here since you've gone. The river's still wet, the trees are still green, and I still get a free pass when 'accidentally' bumping into cute girls." Grendel found that it was quite easy to joke about his missing eye, as he couldn't quite lament not having it when remembering life without it was nigh on impossible.

"Actually, Gale and I were going to go out hunting soon, maybe you could come along?" He cracked a grin. "You can tell us about your travels while we look around for more people to hunt with." And just like that, Grendel Kirk once again found himself in a good mood. He often wondered himself what allowed him to be so flexible, so inconsistent in that regard. Gren also figured that it was more of an advantage than anything else, and decided not to dwell on it.
I believe there to be a distinct lack of communication here between a few very lax players and the GM.
@Inuyasha I think it's very intelligent that you think this is interesting. As only fools don't like the concept of this RP.

Here it is.
I have a second character along the way that's going to be based off of my username and such but I wanted to get this out there first.
Grendel Kirk

Gren looked Galen over carefully, the distant fire already helping to soothe the ice out of his bones. He'd been friendly enough to Gale whenever they came into contact, though Grendel was in contact with other people much less often than, let's say, someone like Alphonse. "Say, feel like scoring a meal?" Now here was an interesting prospect. Gren's face brightened momentarily at the thought of all of the traps he had set out there. Going hunting with Gale would be a good way to earn some extra coin and get him one step closer to purchasing that pair of leather gloves he'd had his eye on. Then he remembered the storm. Stupid, stupid, stupid! It must've washed away all of the snares!

"We could get a group hunt together, what do you think?" Gren smiled weakly. There would be no extra coin coming, he imagined. There would be no surplus of pelts and meats to trade for after he'd gotten his fill. The storm had saw to that. "Sure," He said, disappointment thinly veiled behind an aura of nonchalance. "Sounds like a good idea." Gren wasn't too bad with a bow anyways, maybe they'd earn a considerable haul.

@Ceta de Cloyes I made a post, I'm looking forward to seeing where this RP travels.

EDIT: Whoops gotta fix Gren's text color
Grendel Kirk

Grendel's night had largely been spent laying in a puddle of mud trying to make himself as small as possible. It wasn't that he was unaccustomed to cold, quite the contrary really. Gren was quite certain that he would have no trouble recovering from this tempest, that wasn't the problem. The fact that he was getting soaked to the bone wasn't an issue either, he could dry. It wasn't that he would be filthy in the morning, he could wash. It was the principle of the matter. Who the hell chooses to spend his evening getting buffeted by rain in the middle of a bloody puddle!?

The storm didn't last though. Like all the rest, it went slinking back into it's lair, waiting to unleash watery hell upon the denizens of Mashal once more. Gren used this time to wash himself and his clothes in the nearby river under cover of night, basking in the new dawn rising before him. He could barely see his reflection peeking back at his pale face, courtesy of the dim light. Tired, sleepless eyes and an ever frowning mouth... Grendel left the river, and sat for an hour or two before dressing into his still damp clothes.

The fires attracted Grendel like a bear to honey. Though his pride would refuse to admit that the moist clothes and last night's chill bothered him, his feet had thought otherwise.

Gren's mind was elsewhere as he found himself bumping into something warm and made of flesh. He stepped back swiftly, only to see Galen standing before him. "Sorry about that," He said in an even voice. "It's been a rough night. Well, rougher than usual."

@ViolentViolet You seem like an excellent person able to take constructive criticism, a trait that many lack. I have no qualms with your ideas. :)
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