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15 days ago
Welp. 18 in a week. I'll finally be able to see what's hidden in all those 18+ threads.
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So, my body aches. I simultaneously want to sleep and don't want to sleep, want to eat, but can't be bothered to eat, and all that jazz. This is an issue.
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9 mos ago
The things I do for spam topics... neon pink avatar coming up...
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10 mos ago
Someone! Give me inspiration! Need to write character sheets!
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11 mos ago
The pain of constantly refreshing an active page with a lot of people on it in case someone posts...
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Bio

Hey, there. Myst here, as you've probably guessed. Can't exactly write in other people's bios, can you? But, you're probably reading this for a reason, so I'll get to it.

I'm a something-teen guy from the UK, and I've a history of not being in education for a long period of time. However, I'm back in college and I'm on a Level 3 Games Design and Emerging Technologies course. It's a lot broader than you'd actually think.

I prefer high-Casual and Advanced games, in a medieval, fantasy or sci-fi setting, because that's the sort of nerd I am. I tend to play the roguish and/or honourable characters, sometimes with a little magic if it fits. Most of my characters will likely be male, given that I am male myself.

You could probably call me a 'bleeding heart', given that my nature would make it very tough for me to be mean to someone who wasn't outwardly bigoted. Thus, I find it quite difficult to deviate from my morals in terms of characters.

Also, you can expect me to occasionally use 'fancy' words and ways of speaking, because I have a rather extended vocabulary, and according to the people from my secondary school, I apparently 'speak quite poshly'. Even though I'm far from it. And I'm a thinker - I've thought a lot on certain things, and am firm in my beliefs. So you could ask me what I thought about a good few things and I could give a well-reasoned answer. Or a less reasoned answer based on my morals.

TheCharactersOfMyst - This is my storage for past and present characters, and where I might occasionally go for nostalgia and/or recycling a character I've used before.

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Scott


Scott jumped as Colchain let out a loud hiss. He looked around to see that the lizard had moved to the dead goblins, presumably to eat... and it seemed that a bunch of rats had the same intent. And in the split second it took for him to process this, they attacked.

”Colchain!” he cried. He stood frozen, watching.

And then Ash dived into the fray.

"Dire Rats! Three of them! Scott, you want to help, now's the time!"

Help. That’s right. He could help. He began to dash towards the small battle, not knowing how much he could do, but he intended to try. He didn’t know how much mana he had left, but mustering whatever he had, he tried to cast a shield spell on first Colchain, then himself, and then Ash.

@Chicken I did tell you I’ve ‘done my research’. Even if I wasn’t actively researching.
Flint emerged from the back rooms, exchanging a small nod with the waitress as she passed by. He had arrived the night before, and given its low price and it was the place he heard he was to come, he had rented a key. The bed hadn’t been so comfortable, but it was a roof over his head.

His normal action would usually be to sweep his eyes around the room, but before anything else, his eyes went to a man with pale skin and paler hair. A High Aldonian, it would seem. And to see him here was more than surprising. Then it went to the other two oddities, at the far table. Unusual for an inn, for a table to be empty, but it made it an apt choice for a barricade. Maybe that’s why the girl and the old man were sitting there.

Skirting around the other patrons, he moved towards the table - but not obviously. Instead, he went for the window nearby. Turning his back to the wall and leaning against it, his back was now guarded. He lifted his leg so that his boot created a triangle out of the wall and the floor, in the event he needed to deliver a swift kick. He crossed his arms. Then he began scanning the small crowd for anything out of the ordinary, though he didn’t pick up on anything just yet.
Apologies, but expect a bit of a delay on my end. I’ve just gone on holiday. I don’t still intend to post /m- it’s just going to take a little more time.
Scott



Scott blinked as Naji and Ash told him to pay no mind to his inaction. "I... that's not the point. Something could have happened! Something-!" He cut himself off, grimacing as Naji gnawed on... whatever that was. His voice preceding his mind, the words slipped out, snapping at the other Pixie. "That's kind of gross, you know that?"

He swiftly realised what he'd said, flushed a deep crimson, and fell back behind Colchain.

When Naji posed that they were all dying anyway, Scott was... dubious. He looked down at his hands. Well. Not quite his hands. Or something. They weren't quite the hands he had before, at least. He looked at the scales that covered Ash and Colchain, the light of Danny, and he could feel the gossamer wings folded against his back. He might possess a powerful imagination, but no amount of his own dreams could result in something like this. He had felt hunger and pain, thirst and fear... no, this wasn't something from his dying moments.

A scene flashed before his eyes as he recalled that he wouldn't really be capable of dying moments anyway. The familiar sting of tears were in his eyes, but he blinked them away before anyone could see. What would even happen if he was sent back home? Would he just... cease to exist? Would fate conspire to see that he would die again? He was trembling slightly. But then he took a deep breath and moved on from that. Not now. Put it aside for later. He slowly laid a light hand on the nearest object - Colchain - to steady himself. He could do this. Just keep going.

His attention returning to the others, he heard Naji talking about tavern meet-up cliches and making an insight check.

"Naji..." he said with more caution than before. "...You do know that this doesn't work like that, right?"
@Heyitsjiwon just a quick question- are you being ‘the stranger’, or no? Because if not, I will profess an interest
@Chicken Thanks for letting me in! I greatly appreciate it, especially since I came down so close to the deadline *sweats*

As for Discord - well, there are pros and cons to both keeping it in the OOC, and to moving over to Discord. Putting conversations here lessens the feeling of missing out on potentially important conversations, as well as keeping everyone up to date. Not everybody has Discord, and actually, OOC chemistry does lend itself in part to keeping things running smoothly. However, Discord is a quick and easy medium, which allows people to have conversations much faster, almost all times of day, at the cost of almost killing the OOC here. I'll leave the main decision up to the rest of the crew. If a pull point is collabs, there are alternatives such as GoogleDocs and PiratePad.

And in terms of the RP - as I've said already, death and dismemberment are not on my list of favourites, but that's what improves the game. And Game Master autonomy is pretty much why we need you in the first place. Things get boring if things don't happen.

And dude. Your scrutiny was actually much appreciated, on my end. Can't learn what to improve if you're never aware of the faults.
Scott - Chains and Carcasses




Hearing Ash's assurances that she was trying to tame the lizard, Scott slowed his pace. He wasn't sure about her methods, but... well, he knew next to nothing about lizards, and less-so about ones that could spit poison and talk. So she... wanted to befriend it?

...Colchain. The word rolled about as he mouthed the word. It was... pleasant? That was a good enough word. And it was familiar. He must have read it somewhere. Where he'd read it, he couldn't recall.

Unfortunately, his attempt at recollection was cut short by the snap of the leash, and Ash walking away, towards Naji.

"H-Hey! Wait up!" he called out, before running after her.

When they approached the dead goblins, he got his first close-up look of the green-skinned creature. He... wasn't actually as small as he thought. The goblin was only about four, five times larger than him. It was strange to think about, but there it was. Well. He was still only technically a week old. And he was much smaller than he was... before.

"Oh good. You got him to calm down!"

He turned to face Naji, drenched in gore like something out of a horror game. It was not pleasant to see, but at least he didn't have anything to chuck up. But mostly, Scott was again feeling that sinking guilt. For a few seconds, he opened and closed his mouth like a fish, before managing to stammer out a few words, before trailing off.

"I- Naji - I'm sorry I didn't..."

His eyes lowered to the ground, his face burning red with shame.

"I'm sorry I didn't do anything when you almost got hurt."
Juuuuust gonna put this here.

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