Fetzen

Wanna be a site mod? Look here.

Being a programmer I'd not attack it directly in the first place but stab it in the back using some sinister algorithms. Like... A status post cooldown for example? I mean... It's not like anybody's status would change entirely within a few minutes or even a small bunch of hours unless maybe you are encountering an event so acute and severe that posting in the status bar might not be your most immediate priority anyway.

A non-chat, non-karaoke status bar would both be easier to moderate and more friendly towards those who actually have a meaningful status or opinion they'd like to transmit to their fellow roleplayers.

Tl;dr

I'd really like to help, but those who know me more closely probably also know that I'm already busied enough by my humble life so I'd not be a good Moderator :)

The North Road

Talic Rastoch

NAME: Talic Rastoch

GENDER: Male

AGE: 32

APPEARANCE:

Hider

Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth.


BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No!

For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently.

One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice.

Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night.

Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever.


MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece.


GEAR:

• Long spear (can also be thrown)
• A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages
• A coil of climbing rope
• Bedroll and mess kit
• Water, breat and salt meat for half a week

The North Road

Here's my application. Sorry it took me so long.

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NAME: Talic Rastoch

GENDER: Male

AGE: 32

APPEARANCE:

Hider

Talic has blonde hair, a dark beard and gray eyes. Never having had to worry about food other environmental circumstances and suffering from mild giantism in childhood he has grown to a rather hulking behemoth standing taller than seven feet and wrapped in quite thick muscle. He has not taken much of an armor with him, but dresses primarily in light leather or just simple cloth.


BACKGROUND: The Rastoch were and still are an influential noble family living in the Pigeon Citadel itself. Unlike many other so called 'nobles' they actually have a significant amount of coin to their avail, so from a materialistic point of view it is safe to say that Talic's childhood has been a pretty pampered one. The same doesn't hold true though for other aspects since the Rastoch family is also known for their pride. Talic primarily had to function, to make his parents fond of him and to live in accordance to their rather strict rules. Dealing with lower class people ? Yes, but only if it yields some usefulness and not just because Talic would really have liked to make some more friends. Just enjoying life, going out casually at all times ? No!

For years things worked out nicely, at least for the outside observer and by Rastoch standards: Talic grew up to a healthy young boy with a level of education well above average who knew how to 'behave' himself. He also became an adept fencer and even took part in a few jousting games, or rather he had to take part. Internally resistance was growing, but he failed to release it in a meaningful way that would actually bring some real change with it. It was a slowly growing disaster waiting to happen and meltdown occurred only recently.

One day Talic was finally able to connect the final dot and to confirm a suspicion that had been growing for many months by then. He had always known that politics was a harsh business full of intrigues and action behind the scenes, but never would he have dared to accuse his own family of fighting using these methods: hitmen. His parent's previous favorite had decided to retire, so they had hired a successor in order to continue operations. Unfortunately for them the new man was a rookie and they didn't realize it until he decided that it couldn't hurt to show up at his employer's very residence under the screen of night. Not having seen Talic taking a stroll the assassin believed that the vast gardens around the house were devoid of any listeners and brought up the topic of an additional charge for the current contract openly. Believing the same thing, Talic's parents joined the debate with an equally loud voice.

Talic had enough. At which point in time would they have decided to introduce him to this particularly difficult aspect of family affairs now that he was 'grown up' ? He was clever enough not to confront them openly, but instead just eavesdropped until the metting was over. Documents had been exchanged and, knowing how much everyone in politics loved documentation, he decided to get this particular one in order to have proof. He intercepted the rookie assassin on his way back and grabbed both them and any additional payment the man had received. It would be the start-up capital for a new life that would begin that night.

Talic packed as many items as he deemed necessary and could carry with him, then left the resisdence. Hopefully forever.


MOTIVATION: Talic knows that it won't take an infinite amount of time for his family to notice what most likely has happened and that he, given the parchments he is carrying with him, has become a very high priority target himself. He also knows that his family's connections in Fero Province are far too good so he can't rely on local authorities to act properly when surrendering the documents to them. However those beyond the North Road could overrule those in the south if necessary. All he has to do is to make it there, preferably in one piece.


GEAR:

• Long spear (can also be thrown)
• A few pieces of cloth and a bit of alcohol intended for use as bandages
• A coil of climbing rope
• Bedroll and mess kit
• Water, breat and salt meat for half a week

King's Pass Mountains

Vadymc

Vadymc

Member name: Fetzen
Character name: Vadymc
Race: Tiefling
Class: Rogue
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Appearance:
As typical for the tiefling race, Vadymc's body features a prominent set of horns, a long and muscular tail and red, rather leathery skin. In stark contrast to the latter his hair is nearly pitch black and reaches well past his shoulders. Vadymc's eyes are equipped with an inconspicuous, brown iris and separated by a much more striking -- because long and pointy -- nose. Not only by a rogue's and even by tiefling standards he is extremely tall, standing at no less than about seven and nine inches from the soles of his feet to the top of his forehead. He's more sinew and burly, but muscle mass is quite visible still.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Vadymc's repertoire roughly matches that of your average thief and silent killer, but there are notable differences: Due to his sheer size and no less crushing weight it can come as no surprise that his stealth abilities are sub-par to those of many of his 'colleagues' and that he also lacks their agility in many cases, but on the other hand he also is much more sturdy and capable of taking a brunt if anything should go wrong and can achieve higher speeds in terms of running and even climbing. He can choke somebody to the point of unconsciousness or even death with bare hands and carry the individual away subsequently, but has difficulties with pickpocketing and tight spaces. He's not much into throwing daggers, but as a fan of mechanical artwork he knows how to lay down traps that can put people in a desperate situation on a moment's notice.

Equipment:

• A pair of stilettos
• A set of lockpicks
• Leather armor, boots and gloves covering most of his body and with many small satchels attached to it
• Rope with a grappler on one end that can be thrown
• Two shrunk and highly modified 'bear'-traps intended for use against humanoids
• Coin, food and water for a small number of days
• A backpack to store whatever can't be worn directly on his body/armor

King's Pass Mountains

Vadymc

Member name: Fetzen
Character name: Vadymc
Race: Tiefling
Class: Rogue
Gender: Male
Age: 29

Appearance:
As typical for the tiefling race, Vadymc's body features a prominent set of horns, a long and muscular tail and red, rather leathery skin. In stark contrast to the latter his hair is nearly pitch black and reaches well past his shoulders. Vadymc's eyes are equipped with an inconspicuous, brown iris and separated by a much more striking -- because long and pointy -- nose. Not only by a rogue's and even by tiefling standards he is extremely tall, standing at no less than about seven and nine inches from the soles of his feet to the top of his forehead. He's more sinew and burly, but muscle mass is quite visible still.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Vadymc's repertoire roughly matches that of your average thief and silent killer, but there are notable differences: Due to his sheer size and no less crushing weight it can come as no surprise that his stealth abilities are sub-par to those of many of his 'colleagues' and that he also lacks their agility in many cases, but on the other hand he also is much more sturdy and capable of taking a brunt if anything should go wrong and can achieve higher speeds in terms of running and even climbing. He can choke somebody to the point of unconsciousness or even death with bare hands and carry the individual away subsequently, but has difficulties with pickpocketing and tight spaces. He's not much into throwing daggers, but as a fan of mechanical artwork he knows how to lay down traps that can put people in a desperate situation on a moment's notice.

Equipment:

• A pair of stilettos
• A set of lockpicks
• Leather armor, boots and gloves covering most of his body and with many small satchels attached to it
• Rope with a grappler on one end that can be thrown
• Two shrunk and highly modified 'bear'-traps intended for use against humanoids
• Coin, food and water for a small number of days
• A backpack to store whatever can't be worn directly on his body/armor

King's Pass Mountains

Consider me absolutely interested by this :)

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

@taistelusopuli I'm intrigued by this :)

The Elder Scrolls: Legacy

Rydalac

Sum your life so far into a single paragraph
I've been born in Helgathe, deep in the Alik'r desert. It was roughly the year the Aldmeri Dominion finally retreated from my homeland, so the circumstances of the previous war and political struggles never really crossed my way. Being a nomad my life probably did not differ much from that of the average Redguard. That started to change however when I discovered not only my talent, but my greed for the secret and how to break it. So let's just say my parents weren't all too happy when someday I decided to leave Hammerfell and go to Cyrodiil for the sake of more adventure and less boredom. I'm still maintaining good relations to them, but a less arid and more densily populated region is just so much more favorable for further developing the skills I taught myself... under slightly dubious circumstances.


What was the most difficult decision you've ever had to make ?
Unlike what some people I bumped into during my various endeavours might claim I have work ethics. These forbid me to do things that are out of balance in order to reach my goals, so a seemingly simple theft and reconnaissance job should not end up with any dead bodies caused by me in order to bail myself out of a situation gone wrong. There was one occasion however when I had no proof about my employers good and important intentions, but I was so convinced that I indeed opted to pull through with violence for the sake of 'success'. I obtained the item and knowledge in question, but since then I sometimes feel as if I have lost something more important that night.


Tell me how other people would describe you ?
'Inconspicuous' might be a good term to describe it I think. Most people probably don't imagine that there's anything else noteworthy about me than my unusual outer appearance. They turn their heads, but pretty much don't care about me otherwise. That is, of course, unless they know about how I earn my living: Those having employed me often did so not because they wanted just 'anybody', but because the good part of my humble reputation had already reached out to them. Those who encountered my more hidden self otherwise... well I think I've left them behind quite afraid.


What are your outside interests ?
I like to come around -- not only people, but also just nature. It's not like we'd have much of that in the Alik'r desert and my travel list has become quite long. Aside from this I'm an avid consumer of more expensive spirits, but don't think I'd be drunk every other day! And last but not least I have a faible for mechanics and mathematics.


What are your greatest strengths ?
I tend to be underestimated. Most people think that Redguards are tough people who prefer to operate at the frontline as warriors. Measured by these standards I, being of ludicrous height but not overly burly, do fit neither into this scheme nor into that of the scoundrel. They think they could break me like a branch, but I'm a branch with a pointy end that sneaks up to them right in that big blind spot that is their insufficient imagination. I just do things a little differently than my colleagues and while I can't do everything they can do there are also things they can't do but I can. You gotta pick the right contracts for you, alright ?

If asked what I'd deem my greatest virtue however I'd say that it is my attitude. I've seen others for which greater experience in their business also meant mental degradation in the form of deadened feelings and a diminished sense for what is right and what is wrong. It's this kind of things which make the world a place more ugly than it needs to be and they also can get you into unnecessary trouble. I don't like to say that I'd be immune to this, but at least I can say that I've been doing comparably well in that respect so far.


What are your weaknesses ?
The silent tongue that's important for my business is prone to stand in my way otherwise. I might very well be a bit too much of an introvert in order to socialize easily. Small talk ? It's okay if the situation is accordingly casual, but I can't do it on purpose in order to massage someone's ears. So please don't send me to a damn trader in order to get a good price for the guild's needs. Send me for the full price or send me for the nonexistant price if you get what I mean.

Oh... and please don't make me pick up any of those swords, maces or axes everyone's so fond of. I know which end to point at the enemy, but I strongly prefer doing stuff with my own hands.


What are your aspirations for the future ?
Frankly ? Wealth and an occupation to keep me busy once I've become too old to do what I do today. Magic sounds good for that, maybe I should dig more into that. Yes, I know, my kind is ought to dislike that stuff, but I don't care because some of it is so useful.


Why do you want to join this guild ?
In recent time I've grown a little tired of the unregular stream of coin that comes with my style of employment so far. I hope that with a guild around me things will become a little more steady. Might also be a good opportunity to learn a few more things and to do some advertisement for myself -- by good work, of course.


What are your expectations of the guild ?
Umm... mutual respect, I guess ? Though I wouldn't be surprised if there'd be some boss around to toss nasty duties towards his or her subordinates. However then it would always be the same boss and not the broad and hard to learn variety of people I had to deal with so far. A nice play to stay would also be good to have, though I wouldn't dare to expect any luxury.

Skill level	Skill
Highly proficient	Unarmed combat
Moderately proficient	Stealth, lock picking, medium armor
Somewhat proficient	Alteration, acrobatics
Novice	Archery

Magic school	Spell
Alteration	Candlelight, detect life and telekinesis (the latter two on short range only)

Equipment type	Item
Weapon	Steel bow and quiver with arrows, two large knifes
Armor	A rather exquisite set of volcanic glass armor.
Food/provisions	Waterskin, dry meat and bread for a day or two
Miscellaneous	Satchel, a few septims, bedroll, small set of lockpicks

The Five Senses

Týfurkh

Týfurkh was somewhat shocked to see that even the added bunch of blows did not seem to have been enough in order to take Nieffar out of the equation. However the sudden appearance of more troops that actually seemed to be on their side instead of that of the sightless caused enough of a confusion in his mind to lose track about that particular thought. Had the soldiers whose camp he had called out for on top of the tower already made their way here ? That would have been blazingly fast, too fast to be possible. But... what kind of people were they then ? Some good and healthy minds still left in this city who had gathered and somehow felt what was going on here ?

Anyway... It was pretty obvious that this was the opportunity to leave and various callouts confirmed to him that this not only was a legitimate, but also a desired move to do. Týfurkh twisted around, searching for a particular thing he simply could not afford to leave behind: his crossbow! That item was next to irreplaceable, given that it was pretty much specifically designed for him. He found it in a position clearly indicating that somebody had discarded it with no care at all, but it seemed to be undamaged still.

Getting away from Nieffar and whatever kind of wicked transformation he had started to pull off only to apparently abort it moments later as quickly as he could, Týfurkh reached for his weapon and started running. Close to the main exit he looked behind, checking if everybody else was trying to get out as well and if anybody had difficulties doing so that might require his attention.

One big question had not risen its ugly head over the giant's cognitive horizon yet, but it was only a matter of time until it would though: Where to go, or rather hide, now ?

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Sooooooo, uhhhhhh

How is isolation treating everyone?

@Stormflyx

Let's say I have been looking forward to some relief from the infernal work schedule I had to deal with for the last two and a half months, but certainly not in the way that I still got an infernal work schedule but have to do it from the same place I usually associate with relaxation: my home.

And while I never believed in something like swarm intelligence I am appalled by the swarm dumbness some of my country's people are blatantly pulling off.