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I've RP'd for the best part of over 15 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots. I've been more a GM lately than a player, and don't really lean into fandom- instead, exploring my own universes lifting themes from other source material.
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
My main interests are military-themed, near-future RPs, with a focus on technology. But I'm beginning to push what that RP idea looks like- taking inspiration from lots of media and focussing on the fun, indulgent side of RP, whilst also exploring the lows and emotional side.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/190121-rav…
Raven Squad is a project over seven years in the making, and focusses on a class-based, eccentric yet half-grounded near future special forces team that acts as a response team where you can't send any special forces team in. It's incredibly dumb, incredibly loose, and yet, has delivered some of my favourite plot points in RPG. A brainless action flick a la John Wick and Kingsman meets a complex thriller with a fun left turn in it, Raven has been the culmination of over a decade of loving special forces RPG, gaming influences and other silliness in a package that has provided players with something quite different to a normal military themed RPG. While at an end, this is an RP that is a signature- it's silly as hell, takes itself barely seriously, and is what peak fun military RPG to me should be.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/192916-del…
Delta Hyper is a love letter to Wipeout, F1's Drive to Survive (Netflix) and contemporary Formula One, with influences from solarpunk, cyberpunk, transhumanism and other posthumanist concepts. An RP that follows pilots in their ups and downs, it's a story that hasn't got me playing an actual character, but framing the camera at each pilot (played by others), and presenting it as if it were a documentary. Lifting elements from TTRPG, this is a Racing RPG like no other and no parallel exists- using dice rolls and randomisation, with a stats-driven system to generate race results, rather than actually RPing the races, players experience the fast-paced, dynamic world of anti-gravity racing. This means that come Qualifying and Race, the results are genuinely a surprise to everyone- and based on decisions made through dilemmas and decisions made between races. Friendships, rivalry, the glamour and even a little political undertone play out in 2094, in a colourful, utopian future that focuses on the fight to take first place.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/196931-tac…
Then there's Tactical Breach Wizards: Fireteam Hex. First use of any set IP as a formal setting, this is an RP that offers a darker mirror to Raven Squad, focussing on the other side of the equation- unlikely heroes in an uncomfortable position. I don't normally do fantasy, but the world, the lore, the feeling of the characters and the ability to write a comedy just was too difficult to pass up. An RP that focuses on a group running away from a variety of threats as wanted mercenary wizards in the middle of a post-revolution, Eastern-Europe adjacent 1990s to present Polavia.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/197399-dis…
Lastly, Dispatch: Heroes of Claremont. This is another IP-adjacent world, albeit drawing on a different setting and a new cast of superheroes. As my "first" proper superhero RP, this combines workplace comedy, a Storyteller-lite system and a fun, diverse, and large cast together in a dynamic, diverse setting.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy. I aim to clear posts within a week!
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@NecroKnight
Come meet Ellion, or some Tyrells. Ellion I have a weird feeling might take a shining to Ser Grey (female Knights can be called Ser? right?)
Come meet Ellion, or some Tyrells. Ellion I have a weird feeling might take a shining to Ser Grey (female Knights can be called Ser? right?)
@Asura
You have top quality banter, and I remember it gleefully from the last GoT RP. Thank fuck for that :)
You have top quality banter, and I remember it gleefully from the last GoT RP. Thank fuck for that :)
@Greenie
I almost killed my main character in my last GoT RP, and holy shit, it coulda ended up with basically having a main, Ned Stark-level of character build up and payoff just ending there (was split across two posts, so basically it left about half a week before people realised I'd actually just written it as a pretty horrible wound that made my character confined to a bed). Didn't think it would affect me as much as it did- Abe can tell you full well, but it felt fucking horrid, really fucking nilistic in actually writing anything beyond for a little while, just because I really didn't fucking know how I would carry on writing anything....killing characters like that is actually incredibly difficult, once you're properly invested into everything you've had them do, and what you'd have to do as a contingency if they went. I didn't go that far, but it felt like I could have, and came close enough to knowing what it can feel like.
I suppose that's how I know it was worth throwing as an absolute spanner in the works to pretty much everyone else in the RP, the action didn't feel pointless, it's the aftermath of it that was...well, pointless. Like death is, GoT hits us that that absence of life, we just lose our fucking minds when suddenly something goes (and often, in a really horrid, pointless and bloody way). That's what's fucking frightening- it messes with your head IRL, and honestly, from a literary point of view, you can do it too well and pretty much fuck over your mind because you really do not cope with why the fuck you did it, rather than what actually happened. I've killed a character I wrote for four years, in a totally different setting, and I always felt okay with it, because I knew the reality and the harsh facts that drove it to that point, the RP ending straight in that aftermath so it shut and cut the book a bit better. Doing that in the GoT RP was harder because I had to write a man in a bed for the next two months of that RP :D
Posted btw.
I almost killed my main character in my last GoT RP, and holy shit, it coulda ended up with basically having a main, Ned Stark-level of character build up and payoff just ending there (was split across two posts, so basically it left about half a week before people realised I'd actually just written it as a pretty horrible wound that made my character confined to a bed). Didn't think it would affect me as much as it did- Abe can tell you full well, but it felt fucking horrid, really fucking nilistic in actually writing anything beyond for a little while, just because I really didn't fucking know how I would carry on writing anything....killing characters like that is actually incredibly difficult, once you're properly invested into everything you've had them do, and what you'd have to do as a contingency if they went. I didn't go that far, but it felt like I could have, and came close enough to knowing what it can feel like.
I suppose that's how I know it was worth throwing as an absolute spanner in the works to pretty much everyone else in the RP, the action didn't feel pointless, it's the aftermath of it that was...well, pointless. Like death is, GoT hits us that that absence of life, we just lose our fucking minds when suddenly something goes (and often, in a really horrid, pointless and bloody way). That's what's fucking frightening- it messes with your head IRL, and honestly, from a literary point of view, you can do it too well and pretty much fuck over your mind because you really do not cope with why the fuck you did it, rather than what actually happened. I've killed a character I wrote for four years, in a totally different setting, and I always felt okay with it, because I knew the reality and the harsh facts that drove it to that point, the RP ending straight in that aftermath so it shut and cut the book a bit better. Doing that in the GoT RP was harder because I had to write a man in a bed for the next two months of that RP :D
Posted btw.
"Thank you, Lord Tyrion. I suppose he's confused. He'll get it out of his system, he didn't rush like I did....that's why he's like a young Leo Longthorn at this. He's a grown man, and he can make the right choice for our house when the time comes. All men make those choices....we'd all be wise to know that." Willas smirked to both of them, to both of them, as he nodded, sitting up, watching Alerie head down the stands, and listened to Tyrion's observations...on the wine first.
"I am sure we can do that. There's no shortage this summer. First batch was a bit off from the Arbor, but once those bloody Redwynes got their act together....beautiful. It is a wonderful isle, Tyrion. Hills laced with vinyards, as far as the eye can see, beyond the towers and fortifications of The Arbor itself. As it turns out, feeding an appetite for wines goes beyond you, Tyrion." He chuckled, as he patted the Hand on his back, a gleeful smile on his face, as he turned back to Alerie once again, down below.
"Alerie....well, she knows what she is doing. I'm her father, and even I know that. Reminds me of my sister really....but alas." He said, sitting up, looking over at the three depart.
"Perhaps she's playing with him then....I remember when she was little, she made two squires fight with each other after she made a promise to both of them, over something silly.... Jaehaerys has a reputation for his kindness, even I know that....and he isn't hurtful. But...she wants a fire. What Alerie wants, it's a mystery sometimes, but I know that girl is bright and won't do anything for it. That....that's the thing. I can't tell where she stops. Perhaps it is best I don't?" Willas added to Sansa, chuckling, as he finished the Arbor. The last part of the comment seemed to imply a deeper understanding of his daughter, well, something that he knew someone like Tyrion would know.
The women of the Tyrell court were the very, very sharpest thorns at play, and even when men such as Willas, and his sons proved to be brave and well-meaning, well-ruling and understanding, the women seemed to have a different play, a sort that gave the pretty rose it's pain, it's absolute reminder that you do not lay your hand along it's stalk or petals without feeling a sharp reminder of it's very nature. Willas knew just like Olenna had been for House Tyrell, that Alerie followed so much in her suit, she could do what she wanted and would accomplish that, no matter what he said, or did. Never to settle for less, but only for something that the Tyrell words gently carried in the wind. Growing Strong....and never letting go of the rightful place of House Tyrell in the Seven Kingdoms. It was not his to do...it was hers, and he was wise enough to know that so long as it didn't get her killed, it was a healthy reaction of the Tyrell women to the very nature of politics and the world.
"Ah, well How is Tom, anyway? It'd be good to see him, I haven't seen him in years. He was barely a lad when I last saw him...though I believe Lady Sansa is right in saying, we all know there's far more merriment to have tonight before we wed away more of our sons and daughters!" Willas asked, an honest question, and he didn't really seem to respond to Tyrion's comment....it was worth considering, a Rose and a Lion, but right now, not at the foremost of his political play in King's Landing. Money had to be balanced, found for this, as well as the logistics of running Seven Kingdoms, under a monarchy that was so absolute, so overwhelmingly powerful, that retaining a need and identity in the face of it all felt difficult at times.
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Alerie giggled, hearing those words from Baela.
"Oooh, another unmarried man? At a wedding? Seven Hells, it's like you're trying to get us wed, Baela!" She smirked, absolutely unable to contain herself, as she kept holding Jaehaerys's hand, knowing how it gently trembled, how he seemed absolutely nervous. He seemed tongue-tied, well, he seemed like he hadn't actually gotten this far, and she knew what a man was like when he was like this. Good at spilling out what he needed to, completely at unrest in some sort of lust, and Alerie knew whatever she might hear, it would be rather entertaining, it'd be a good way to pass the time, while her father sat and talked politics and Arbor, her brother had been unhorsing Knights, and she'd been sitting with little to do. It wasn't all pleasure- after all, hearing sometimes the whispers of what a Targaryen knew, even a cousin of the King and Queen, was always of interest, and sometimes, words slipped, after all.
"I suppose he might. My brother is a bit of a rogue, anyway. Brave as he is, he blushes so much when you put me in front of him, he turns redder than an apple...and I'm used to it, I guess? So it wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable, not at all...you be rogueish, I'll just make you blush all the time." She remarked to the two, as they happened across the gaggle of children, Alerie...well, there was something strange. A motherly trait, even though Alerie had no children of her own, she couldn't help but smile. Especially because they were tidy, clean, and neat, and seemed to remind her of her cousin. She knelt, and looked at them, a particular beam from her golden eyes and her well-beaming smile. Today had been a good day, though Alerie knew that half her smiles were just put on, they at least made it known that Alerie Tyrell was a happy girl, and seemed gregarious and heartily-outgoing.
"Well...I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal, to go there before the fair....shall you show me then, you little rascals?" Alerie at that moment seemed to have some kind of look, she seemed to almost be on their level, and well...it was almost a bond, she seemed to be almost more like an aunt than a distant figure from a distant land, and knew that she might as well, after all. It sold the act better to Jaehaerys...and she did want to go see what a dragon in the flesh really did look like.
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Ellion had headed back towards the tents, and knew that his jousting had finished. He'd beaten Viserys, he'd proven himself, and whilst another Knight was clearing up the rest of the lists, it would be over soon. The top of the world was where he felt, adored, he felt like for everything he'd done, he was here. No real Queen to nominate, Ellion knew he couldn't go any further. He'd had his victory, he'd won what he wanted. A hell of a lot of pride, a hell of a lot of courage that still sat in his lungs, and by seven hells, he knew that any man worth his salt would want to know who the Tyrell Knight had been, and how he could join them to dinner. Maybe, he chuckled to himself. Probably not. But if ever there was a tourney, he knew he wouldn't be amiss to go. He had beaten Viserys Targaryen, the man they said they couldn't unhorse, the dragon himself. That was enough for him, for today....there was feasting, fucking and family to be with. As he trotted Desmedona back into the stable, Ellion had helm on his knees, sighing. He clambered off the horse, Duncan close by, a beaming smile on the young squire's face.
"That was brilliant!"
"I half knew what I was doing. You did well, mate." He said, patting Duncan on the back, as he looked around. He couldn't see Mycheal, well, not around here. The straps were tight inside the armour, it felt like it gripped his every move like a vice, as he gently nodded to Duncan to get around him and loosen the plating around his hip and shoulders a little, breathing out. Bugger, this was fucking hot, he thought to himself. But given that his formal wear was not here, he'd just have to arrive to whatever feast or event there was. He wasn't partaking in the melee, given that...well, let's put it like this. Southerners don't do melees, Targaryens, Northeners, Riverlanders, Valemen, maybe Westerlanders and some weird folk did melees, big grand fights. It had no fucking class, Ellion thought to himself. None of the heart-pacing adrenaline, it was a giant spar with a lot of lower-borns to shove past, and if he wanted that he would go to his uncle, or show Duncan. He had no care for that, not when he knew that when the push came to shove, he'd be able to hold swords with the best in Westeros. A mess of bodies was not a Reachman's place, not to die or get wounded by accident...to think the King was there. It was not his scene, to say the least, though he kept it private to himself, he knew his lack of presence wouldn't be too significant, even if it wouldn't please father.
"You knocked him off his horse, I watched it, it was amazing!" Duncan was still overexited, despite the fact that his wear was showing, he'd lifted about eight lances and ran around a heck of a lot.
Mychael wasn't around, well, not at the moment, as Duncan and Ser Ellion left the stable, the hands feeding the horses sugar and water, the sun still shining down. The Tyrell Knight had his family to go look for, and the clattering of the melee in the distance could already be heard, as sword upon sword came together.
"Viserys fought well. But I knocked him off. This will be a day to remember for you, Duncan. One day, I hope you'll be a jouster too."
"I am sure we can do that. There's no shortage this summer. First batch was a bit off from the Arbor, but once those bloody Redwynes got their act together....beautiful. It is a wonderful isle, Tyrion. Hills laced with vinyards, as far as the eye can see, beyond the towers and fortifications of The Arbor itself. As it turns out, feeding an appetite for wines goes beyond you, Tyrion." He chuckled, as he patted the Hand on his back, a gleeful smile on his face, as he turned back to Alerie once again, down below.
"Alerie....well, she knows what she is doing. I'm her father, and even I know that. Reminds me of my sister really....but alas." He said, sitting up, looking over at the three depart.
"Perhaps she's playing with him then....I remember when she was little, she made two squires fight with each other after she made a promise to both of them, over something silly.... Jaehaerys has a reputation for his kindness, even I know that....and he isn't hurtful. But...she wants a fire. What Alerie wants, it's a mystery sometimes, but I know that girl is bright and won't do anything for it. That....that's the thing. I can't tell where she stops. Perhaps it is best I don't?" Willas added to Sansa, chuckling, as he finished the Arbor. The last part of the comment seemed to imply a deeper understanding of his daughter, well, something that he knew someone like Tyrion would know.
The women of the Tyrell court were the very, very sharpest thorns at play, and even when men such as Willas, and his sons proved to be brave and well-meaning, well-ruling and understanding, the women seemed to have a different play, a sort that gave the pretty rose it's pain, it's absolute reminder that you do not lay your hand along it's stalk or petals without feeling a sharp reminder of it's very nature. Willas knew just like Olenna had been for House Tyrell, that Alerie followed so much in her suit, she could do what she wanted and would accomplish that, no matter what he said, or did. Never to settle for less, but only for something that the Tyrell words gently carried in the wind. Growing Strong....and never letting go of the rightful place of House Tyrell in the Seven Kingdoms. It was not his to do...it was hers, and he was wise enough to know that so long as it didn't get her killed, it was a healthy reaction of the Tyrell women to the very nature of politics and the world.
"Ah, well How is Tom, anyway? It'd be good to see him, I haven't seen him in years. He was barely a lad when I last saw him...though I believe Lady Sansa is right in saying, we all know there's far more merriment to have tonight before we wed away more of our sons and daughters!" Willas asked, an honest question, and he didn't really seem to respond to Tyrion's comment....it was worth considering, a Rose and a Lion, but right now, not at the foremost of his political play in King's Landing. Money had to be balanced, found for this, as well as the logistics of running Seven Kingdoms, under a monarchy that was so absolute, so overwhelmingly powerful, that retaining a need and identity in the face of it all felt difficult at times.
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Alerie giggled, hearing those words from Baela.
"Oooh, another unmarried man? At a wedding? Seven Hells, it's like you're trying to get us wed, Baela!" She smirked, absolutely unable to contain herself, as she kept holding Jaehaerys's hand, knowing how it gently trembled, how he seemed absolutely nervous. He seemed tongue-tied, well, he seemed like he hadn't actually gotten this far, and she knew what a man was like when he was like this. Good at spilling out what he needed to, completely at unrest in some sort of lust, and Alerie knew whatever she might hear, it would be rather entertaining, it'd be a good way to pass the time, while her father sat and talked politics and Arbor, her brother had been unhorsing Knights, and she'd been sitting with little to do. It wasn't all pleasure- after all, hearing sometimes the whispers of what a Targaryen knew, even a cousin of the King and Queen, was always of interest, and sometimes, words slipped, after all.
"I suppose he might. My brother is a bit of a rogue, anyway. Brave as he is, he blushes so much when you put me in front of him, he turns redder than an apple...and I'm used to it, I guess? So it wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable, not at all...you be rogueish, I'll just make you blush all the time." She remarked to the two, as they happened across the gaggle of children, Alerie...well, there was something strange. A motherly trait, even though Alerie had no children of her own, she couldn't help but smile. Especially because they were tidy, clean, and neat, and seemed to remind her of her cousin. She knelt, and looked at them, a particular beam from her golden eyes and her well-beaming smile. Today had been a good day, though Alerie knew that half her smiles were just put on, they at least made it known that Alerie Tyrell was a happy girl, and seemed gregarious and heartily-outgoing.
"Well...I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal, to go there before the fair....shall you show me then, you little rascals?" Alerie at that moment seemed to have some kind of look, she seemed to almost be on their level, and well...it was almost a bond, she seemed to be almost more like an aunt than a distant figure from a distant land, and knew that she might as well, after all. It sold the act better to Jaehaerys...and she did want to go see what a dragon in the flesh really did look like.
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Ellion had headed back towards the tents, and knew that his jousting had finished. He'd beaten Viserys, he'd proven himself, and whilst another Knight was clearing up the rest of the lists, it would be over soon. The top of the world was where he felt, adored, he felt like for everything he'd done, he was here. No real Queen to nominate, Ellion knew he couldn't go any further. He'd had his victory, he'd won what he wanted. A hell of a lot of pride, a hell of a lot of courage that still sat in his lungs, and by seven hells, he knew that any man worth his salt would want to know who the Tyrell Knight had been, and how he could join them to dinner. Maybe, he chuckled to himself. Probably not. But if ever there was a tourney, he knew he wouldn't be amiss to go. He had beaten Viserys Targaryen, the man they said they couldn't unhorse, the dragon himself. That was enough for him, for today....there was feasting, fucking and family to be with. As he trotted Desmedona back into the stable, Ellion had helm on his knees, sighing. He clambered off the horse, Duncan close by, a beaming smile on the young squire's face.
"That was brilliant!"
"I half knew what I was doing. You did well, mate." He said, patting Duncan on the back, as he looked around. He couldn't see Mycheal, well, not around here. The straps were tight inside the armour, it felt like it gripped his every move like a vice, as he gently nodded to Duncan to get around him and loosen the plating around his hip and shoulders a little, breathing out. Bugger, this was fucking hot, he thought to himself. But given that his formal wear was not here, he'd just have to arrive to whatever feast or event there was. He wasn't partaking in the melee, given that...well, let's put it like this. Southerners don't do melees, Targaryens, Northeners, Riverlanders, Valemen, maybe Westerlanders and some weird folk did melees, big grand fights. It had no fucking class, Ellion thought to himself. None of the heart-pacing adrenaline, it was a giant spar with a lot of lower-borns to shove past, and if he wanted that he would go to his uncle, or show Duncan. He had no care for that, not when he knew that when the push came to shove, he'd be able to hold swords with the best in Westeros. A mess of bodies was not a Reachman's place, not to die or get wounded by accident...to think the King was there. It was not his scene, to say the least, though he kept it private to himself, he knew his lack of presence wouldn't be too significant, even if it wouldn't please father.
"You knocked him off his horse, I watched it, it was amazing!" Duncan was still overexited, despite the fact that his wear was showing, he'd lifted about eight lances and ran around a heck of a lot.
Mychael wasn't around, well, not at the moment, as Duncan and Ser Ellion left the stable, the hands feeding the horses sugar and water, the sun still shining down. The Tyrell Knight had his family to go look for, and the clattering of the melee in the distance could already be heard, as sword upon sword came together.
"Viserys fought well. But I knocked him off. This will be a day to remember for you, Duncan. One day, I hope you'll be a jouster too."
@MrDidact
It's curious, because I always thought the Tyrells only had brown eyes, but as it turns out, it's almost a golden sort of glint that some of them have (particularly in this canon, Alerie and Ellion do), and that is something that is a rather interesting tidbit to have. Contrasts the purple Targaryens, while being a bit different to the rest of Westeros, for some reason.
Post is coming along, it's got a lot of "N'awww" moments in it. Heartwarming shit, because I swear to god, we need this now before major lovable PCs get fucking merked in completely undeserving ways and some fade-to-black/implied sexys happen. This wouldn't be a Game of Thrones roleplay without Kleenex, let's be honest (double meaning there, haha), so I'm getting this out of me so I get bored and at some point, just let the total fucking moral decay take full hold :D
It's curious, because I always thought the Tyrells only had brown eyes, but as it turns out, it's almost a golden sort of glint that some of them have (particularly in this canon, Alerie and Ellion do), and that is something that is a rather interesting tidbit to have. Contrasts the purple Targaryens, while being a bit different to the rest of Westeros, for some reason.
Post is coming along, it's got a lot of "N'awww" moments in it. Heartwarming shit, because I swear to god, we need this now before major lovable PCs get fucking merked in completely undeserving ways and some fade-to-black/implied sexys happen. This wouldn't be a Game of Thrones roleplay without Kleenex, let's be honest (double meaning there, haha), so I'm getting this out of me so I get bored and at some point, just let the total fucking moral decay take full hold :D
@MrDidact@NecroKnight
Ditto. I mean, I don't like it when shit gets overtly fantastical, and GoT to me, even when it's got a lot of magic, feels very mysterious and very sort of....well, go look at Melisandre, because that is meant to be how it's executed in some ways- it makes no sense, because we can't logically comprehend it, it defies the very fundamentals that any character comes to understand...this doesn't feel like that, it feels a little too upfront, though that's my view. The Tyrells' and their greenhand (with roses) makes sense, in the same way perhaps the Starks are with direwolves and such- it's borderline, it almost isn't really magic, it's just a trait or a resistance in blood, but I can't help but feel that it doesn't really connect in really....no matter if it is OP or not, it's just, it feels to me that a female Knight from the riverlands who happens to be a one in a million on a lot of other things, is like that. I'd imagine just as said, that magic has to come with an enormous cost, or just really be scaled back- it doesn't feel at all like it's a very additive thing.
Maybe I'm wrong. I don't know, but all I can say is, from my personal view on things, I built the characters I use, both OC and non-OC as being total strangers to magic, to being deep characters I can ply and play in a political and personal sense, and that even goes for people like Ellion, which I feel is what GoT tries to tell- a very sort of intimate, close-in story, rather than looking at a reliance on a gift- which can in it's own, really turn out to be a horrid, horrid curse (reference: Thoros of Myr). It's difficult that one- but I mean, it could be done a little better, or it doesn't really add worth, to what is already a formidable female character.
Ditto. I mean, I don't like it when shit gets overtly fantastical, and GoT to me, even when it's got a lot of magic, feels very mysterious and very sort of....well, go look at Melisandre, because that is meant to be how it's executed in some ways- it makes no sense, because we can't logically comprehend it, it defies the very fundamentals that any character comes to understand...this doesn't feel like that, it feels a little too upfront, though that's my view. The Tyrells' and their greenhand (with roses) makes sense, in the same way perhaps the Starks are with direwolves and such- it's borderline, it almost isn't really magic, it's just a trait or a resistance in blood, but I can't help but feel that it doesn't really connect in really....no matter if it is OP or not, it's just, it feels to me that a female Knight from the riverlands who happens to be a one in a million on a lot of other things, is like that. I'd imagine just as said, that magic has to come with an enormous cost, or just really be scaled back- it doesn't feel at all like it's a very additive thing.
Maybe I'm wrong. I don't know, but all I can say is, from my personal view on things, I built the characters I use, both OC and non-OC as being total strangers to magic, to being deep characters I can ply and play in a political and personal sense, and that even goes for people like Ellion, which I feel is what GoT tries to tell- a very sort of intimate, close-in story, rather than looking at a reliance on a gift- which can in it's own, really turn out to be a horrid, horrid curse (reference: Thoros of Myr). It's difficult that one- but I mean, it could be done a little better, or it doesn't really add worth, to what is already a formidable female character.
@DrunkasaurusRex@MrDidact
Ellion's gonna feel on top of the world, but there is going to be something in the future that's gonna kick him in the balls for his cockiness, methinks. Alerie is also incredibly deceptive- if you think Jaehaerys is the only person she's gonna lead, watch what she can do, I really do want her to play people against each other....well, particular men that is :D
Ellion's gonna feel on top of the world, but there is going to be something in the future that's gonna kick him in the balls for his cockiness, methinks. Alerie is also incredibly deceptive- if you think Jaehaerys is the only person she's gonna lead, watch what she can do, I really do want her to play people against each other....well, particular men that is :D
@MrDidact
Awesome shit. I saw some of the supernatural- it is definitely curious, and while I'm never a huge fan, I'd almost be tempted to play a bit of a lore with the newer Tyrells that they're resistant to the thorns and cutting nature of say, a rosebush, as a weird trait they have as keen gardeners (something with Merlin in particular). If it doesn't fit, then no worries- but it's something I played with in the last GoT RP.
I'll work on a response soonish.
@DrunkasaurusRex
I'm very on the fence about doing a jousting collab with yourself- part of me wants to do it, though I wouldn't know how to write an outcome to it all without him seeming too dominant or negating the battle of him and Viserys.
Awesome shit. I saw some of the supernatural- it is definitely curious, and while I'm never a huge fan, I'd almost be tempted to play a bit of a lore with the newer Tyrells that they're resistant to the thorns and cutting nature of say, a rosebush, as a weird trait they have as keen gardeners (something with Merlin in particular). If it doesn't fit, then no worries- but it's something I played with in the last GoT RP.
I'll work on a response soonish.
@DrunkasaurusRex
I'm very on the fence about doing a jousting collab with yourself- part of me wants to do it, though I wouldn't know how to write an outcome to it all without him seeming too dominant or negating the battle of him and Viserys.
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