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Schway, I'll be migrating don't you worry.
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"Archaeology in the 1920s was mostly drinking and blowing things up."
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I'd prefer just one. Do you have a reason for needing a second?
Uh, what should I do about our character's interactions in the mean time?
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Name: Hans Von Hessen
Age: 52
Appearance: Short and squat, with broad shoulders and face. His eyes are pale blue, and his hair was once the color of straw, but is now almost entirely gray. His hair is, however, still just as thick as when he was a young man. He dresses very well, betraying his wealth, and wears a pair of pince nez on a golden chain. A second golden chain runs across his belly, leading to the pocket he keeps his watch in.
Experience: Professor Von Hessen started life in Germany, quite rich already from his family. He received adequate schooling for most people, but found it always lacking and took it upon himself to supplement it with his own reading and experimentation. In the first half of his life, he became known as an inventor and genius. When the Great War broke out, and Germany's involvement became imminent, officials in the war effort came calling, hoping to put his genius to good use. But they found him already missing, all of his inventions and notes either taken with him or burned. He reappeared after the war in England, already having citizenship under mysterious circumstances.
Now he lives a life of leisure, but still has his fingers dipped in a few pies. One of them is the archaeology department of the Stonebridge University.
He has gone through considerable political and personal effort to ensure his war veteran nephew citizenship alongside him.
Name: Wilhelm Von Hessen.
Age: 25
Appearance: The family resemblance between Wilhelm and his uncle is clear, though the younger man is much taller. His hair is the same straw yellow that Hans has lost to old age, and their eyes and broad faces are uncannily alike.
Wilhelm dresses simply in shirts and trousers held up by suspenders. He has an old gray jacket that he wears as well.
He walks with a pronounced limp, though it doesn't seem to pain him.
Experience: He worked as an errand boy for his father's mechanic shop before the war, and joined up as soon as he was old enough. He served three years, fighting in the front lines before an injury a few short months before the war ended. He was sick to death of Europe at the time, and when he was capable of travel he started making his way East. He effectively fell off the face of the earth for three years, and when he returned to Europe he went not back home, but to England with his uncle Hans, who had a job for him.
These are actual spoilers. If you want to read them, feel free. But I'm mostly putting them here so that nobody thinks I'm springing things on people out of nowhere. If you want to be surprised by things, do not read them.
Age: 52
Appearance: Short and squat, with broad shoulders and face. His eyes are pale blue, and his hair was once the color of straw, but is now almost entirely gray. His hair is, however, still just as thick as when he was a young man. He dresses very well, betraying his wealth, and wears a pair of pince nez on a golden chain. A second golden chain runs across his belly, leading to the pocket he keeps his watch in.
Experience: Professor Von Hessen started life in Germany, quite rich already from his family. He received adequate schooling for most people, but found it always lacking and took it upon himself to supplement it with his own reading and experimentation. In the first half of his life, he became known as an inventor and genius. When the Great War broke out, and Germany's involvement became imminent, officials in the war effort came calling, hoping to put his genius to good use. But they found him already missing, all of his inventions and notes either taken with him or burned. He reappeared after the war in England, already having citizenship under mysterious circumstances.
Now he lives a life of leisure, but still has his fingers dipped in a few pies. One of them is the archaeology department of the Stonebridge University.
He has gone through considerable political and personal effort to ensure his war veteran nephew citizenship alongside him.
Name: Wilhelm Von Hessen.
Age: 25
Appearance: The family resemblance between Wilhelm and his uncle is clear, though the younger man is much taller. His hair is the same straw yellow that Hans has lost to old age, and their eyes and broad faces are uncannily alike.
Wilhelm dresses simply in shirts and trousers held up by suspenders. He has an old gray jacket that he wears as well.
He walks with a pronounced limp, though it doesn't seem to pain him.
Experience: He worked as an errand boy for his father's mechanic shop before the war, and joined up as soon as he was old enough. He served three years, fighting in the front lines before an injury a few short months before the war ended. He was sick to death of Europe at the time, and when he was capable of travel he started making his way East. He effectively fell off the face of the earth for three years, and when he returned to Europe he went not back home, but to England with his uncle Hans, who had a job for him.
These are actual spoilers. If you want to read them, feel free. But I'm mostly putting them here so that nobody thinks I'm springing things on people out of nowhere. If you want to be surprised by things, do not read them.
I think the polite thing to do is to take the concept and OCs in a new thread. Otherwise you're stealing a lot of the GM's work and that's just rude.
I would gladly take over GMship, if anyone would have me. I don't know that nay of you actually know me, though. Except, I think, Act.
I would gladly take over GMship, if anyone would have me. I don't know that nay of you actually know me, though. Except, I think, Act.
Thomas was among those who opted out of listening to the start of term speech. It was just too crowded, it made him claustrophobic. Another reason why he disliked attending organized events. He could probably recite the speech by heart if he was asked to, anyway. Most upperclassmen could. If he was in the auditorium, his mind would be wandering. He may as well let it wander up in the sky instead.
He sat astride his broomstick, flying aimlessly, but quickly. Though he wasn't paying much attention, he still swooped effortlessly in and out of trees and pulled up from dives at the last second. Somehow the exhilaration combined with serenity in a way he couldn't describe. It wasn't often that he felt stress at a "close call" as long as he was on a broom he was comfortable. And that serenity, he found, opened his mind's eye sometimes. Or maybe it was the open air, or something indescribable that was the reason he took Shamanism classes.
As his mind opened, something intruded. Pain, and then a fall. The pain came first, followed by the fall to the ground. It was somewhere nearby, and before Tom had even made the decision to investigate, his broomstick was already pointing in the right direction.
He arrived a bit late to see what had actually happened, but he could take a guess. Nolan Parver was laying in the grass, a broken tree limb nearby. She had fallen from a rotting branch.
"Nova," he said, still astride his broom and floating lazily across her field of vision. "You okay?"
He sat astride his broomstick, flying aimlessly, but quickly. Though he wasn't paying much attention, he still swooped effortlessly in and out of trees and pulled up from dives at the last second. Somehow the exhilaration combined with serenity in a way he couldn't describe. It wasn't often that he felt stress at a "close call" as long as he was on a broom he was comfortable. And that serenity, he found, opened his mind's eye sometimes. Or maybe it was the open air, or something indescribable that was the reason he took Shamanism classes.
As his mind opened, something intruded. Pain, and then a fall. The pain came first, followed by the fall to the ground. It was somewhere nearby, and before Tom had even made the decision to investigate, his broomstick was already pointing in the right direction.
He arrived a bit late to see what had actually happened, but he could take a guess. Nolan Parver was laying in the grass, a broken tree limb nearby. She had fallen from a rotting branch.
"Nova," he said, still astride his broom and floating lazily across her field of vision. "You okay?"
The way I look at it: If you're a fully qualified Witch/Wizard already, they can't stop you from using magic outside of class.
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Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Experience: Sort of like your bio. Tell us about schooling or past experience that would aid them in their field.
Go ahead and fill it in if you have something in mind.
The year is 1922. We're going to work for an imaginary university, under the financial backing of a wealthy German inventor(living in England and trying to gain popularity in the social scene). Our "digs" start out as a vanity project, but are going to end up wildly successful.
Age:
Appearance:
Experience: Sort of like your bio. Tell us about schooling or past experience that would aid them in their field.
Go ahead and fill it in if you have something in mind.
The year is 1922. We're going to work for an imaginary university, under the financial backing of a wealthy German inventor(living in England and trying to gain popularity in the social scene). Our "digs" start out as a vanity project, but are going to end up wildly successful.
It did. A darn shame.
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Oh yeah? Would you mind telling me what you liked about it, or what seemed successful or not?
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