Gowi

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

this meme makes me think the makers girlfriend is mad about his Pokemon habit

My roommate's girlfriend is actually furious over him and his friends playing Pokemon Go, so I can kind of confirm after being woken up at 5am with profane-filled screaming about Pokemon.

Wink Murder

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Ah, mine is going to be steampunk, set within the mansion of a rich aristocrat, who has been (surprise!) murdered.

@Wade Wilson

Brings me back to this one mission in Elder Scrolls: Oblivion which was effectively Clue. I'd be interested assuming either had the time.

Wink Murder

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Well, my RP wasn't actually originally inspired by this, haha. Literally, the only similarity is that they're both murder mysteries.

@Wade Wilson

Yeah, I was thinking of setting mine on a cruise-liner, spaceship, or a train (ala Agatha Christie).

Wink Murder

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Mm, it is sad. Got a murder mystery RP in the works that I'll hopefully be able to finish by the end of this week.

@Wade Wilson

And here I was going to ask @Jig if I could steal appropriate the concept.

Wink Murder

@Jig @AuntFlavia @ReaptheMusic @Gowi (sorry if I missed anyone)

So, how we all doing?

@Wade Wilson

I really do miss that this RP isn't still going. I have a craving for this lately.

The Unpopular Opinions Thread.

Threads focused on unpopular opinions generally, in my experience, are always nonsensical garbage— with few exceptions. I suppose the irony is that my unpopular opinion is on a thread about unpopular opinions; it’s not lost on me. It is nice to see that people continue this trend on RPG.

Mass Effect: Brink

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Errol Vahn

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// PRESENT DAY, OMEGA //

The fact she didn’t like the nickname “Stone Cold” was exactly why he would continue using it. To Errol there was no greater joy than the subtleties of a cringe or annoyance-filled sigh; such an exasperation was hilariously entertaining to him. Everybody seemed to have a reaction to his antics and preferences— something that always made the Dashers a lot more fun to be around then some of his previous contracted company in comparison. A groan or awkward chuckle was a bit more friendly than a “if you make one more quip I will make sure you never speak again”. It was good to be back with present company.

"So what's the plan? I'd kind of like to go get cleaned up before leaving not that getting cleaned up on Omega is easy."

Errol let off another chuckle. “You do know there are facilities on whatever ship Declan has “acquired” that include hygiene, food, and rest. I doubt it will be that hard for you to get “cleaned” up.”

His shit-eating grin didn’t leave his face as he ended his comment. But Errol wasn’t oblivious to what was going on around him as he caught the beeping of Declan’s omni-tool and the brief silence from his “commanding officer”. There were a number of things that could’ve meant but all and all he had to guess either they were meeting up with the others if their little bout got complicated or they were readying to leave Omega. Either option didn’t change much for the snarky marksman as he was ready to go pretty much anytime— he had all of his weapons and equipment on-hand and there was nothing really he had locked up in storage; least not on Omega of all places where there were about as many grifters, thieves, and hackers amongst the population as much as the Alliance Fleet was overpopulated. Besides Errol preferred traveling light.

“So where are we off to next, Dec?”

The A-Team [Blue & Gowi]

Yeah, don't sweat it. These 1x1's are supposed to be fun not huge responsibilities after all. =)

Gowi's Character Log: Archived Concepts

S i r I G N A T I U S ♔

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^{"Rome has betrayed itself. It knew the truth and chose violence, it knew humaneness and it chose tyranny."}

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^{I G N A T I U S D O N T U S}
34♦ Male ♦ Former Sagittarii

_{[ ♔ ] A P P E A R A N C E}

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With deep ancestry descending from Capua, Italy— Ignatius is a Roman in culture and ethnicity. Whilst Ignatius’ family claims that the Dontus line is entirely composed of pureblood Romans, the likelihood of that being based in truth is unlikely due to the presence of various ethnicities and nationalities in Capua for many years. Whilst Ignatius is most certainly distinctly Roman he probably has traces of Goth, German, and Greek. More individually, Ignatius is a tall man that appears Roman in origin with mid-length dark brown-to-black hair and olive complexion. He is well built due to his legionnaire training and conditioning, and contains a fierce and unflinching yet wounded look to him.

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Ignatius Dontus was born in the Imperium Romanum thirty-four years ago in the city of Constantinople to a family of Roman lineage that had represented central Roman politicians in Capua for several generations until they were forced to vacate Italy by the Ostrogoths. The Dontus family were Patricians and as such had many expectations that were pressed upon to each individual members including political affiliations, social ideologies, and strict teachings that had leant the dynasty a particular reputation that was inherently negative— especially towards the Peregrinus classes of foreigners. As such the first ideals that Ignatius came to know were fashioned out of hatred, bigotry, nationalist agendas, and classist elitism. Such values would not be corrected for many years to come, as Ignatius often reflects upon.

Following one of the traditions of his house, Ignatius looked to serve the imperium in a different manner than his father had and instead decided to follow his father’s brother, Celsus, who had created his own legacy within the imperium’s military hierarchy as a Legatus. Ignatius’ inspiration was not disregarded by his father, though the disappointment that he’d not want to follow in his footsteps was prevalent and a series of passive-aggressive letters sent to Ignatius during his early career in the legion. Upon the time of the completion of his training and preparation for his first assignment there were no large scale wars going on within the imperium, though following the Anastasian War’s conclusion some years earlier there wasn’t exactly peace or stability either— it was a world on the edge and there were plenty of opportunities for battle.

Those opportunities turned into realities. Ignatius’ first assignments were alongside the fringe borders north of Constantinople in a fortress that was designated as a outlook outpost to keep an eye on activities of nomadic heretics such as the slavs, avars, and bulghars. The majority of Ignatius’ early career was dealing with these tribes and several conflicts that saw him gaining experience against minor threats to the imperium. Days turned to years— but then something far more pertinent became a reality. Called into the tent of his commander, he was brought into a discussion about transferring him towards more of a position worthy of his talents. Noting his talent with tactics, archery, and his connection to the Dontus dynasty he gave a missive that sent Ignatius back to the capital to serve a more central legion. His new commander was an aspiring commander with ambitions and a staunch connection to the emperor himself— his name was Belisarius Falvius.

Conflicts between the imperium and the Persians of the Sassanid Empire had finally began to get heated once again within the earliest years of Ignatius’ service under Belisarius and Ignatius alongside his commander and others gathered a reputation following the battles of Dara & Callinicum. Ignatius’ experiences alongside Belisarius made him reconsider his thoughts on foreigners serving so highly in the empire and made him speculate if Theodoric was simply just the exception and not the rule. However, such favorability between him and his commander would change two years later when they were assigned to handle the Nika Riots in Constantinople. The horrors of war and the reality of the men he was fighting with would shock Ignatius to his core when they committed a massacre against the rioters at the Hippodrome. The blood of 30,000 people was now on all of their hands.

Once Ignatius began to backtrack his investigation’s reports— he saw ways they could’ve met diplomatic ends with the rioters, but he knew that resorting to quasi-genocide had been the only answer that the Emperor had given to Belisarius and the other commanders. Feeling unease with the empire, Ignatius began investigating the affairs that he could using his contacts from his family’s relations in Constantinople. As Ignatius went further down the rabbit hole, things only became exponentially more complicated as the actual politics and realities of the imperium became revealed— he learned more about the rioters that he had more or less executed in a dishonorable and brutal manner, but that the darkness of Constantinople was scarier than whatever had been ingrained into his head as a child. He thought to confront Belisarius— who laughed at his moralizing of people against the imperium as well as nearly killing Ignatius after painting him a traitor.

When Ignatius awoke he was disowned by his family, painted by Belisarius (and as a product, his people) as a traitor who aligned with the rebels known for the Nika Riots, and a dishonorable fiend who attempted to kill the honorable Belisarius in his sleep. Somehow, Ignatius had everything he ever had taken from him and before he was hunted down like a dog he made to escape the city and the imperium. He fled for many months, travelling from Byzantium to Gaul and then Britannia. Finding work as a hiresword, Ignatius found work fighting Saxons and other threats as he began trying to find purpose back in his life… or what little of it he had left.

Now a stranger in a foreign land, Ignatius soon found himself in associated with the people of Camelot. Following an incident regarding rescuing a noble’s daughter from treacherous individuals and solving a conspiracy against them he found himself knighted by Brythonic conventions and rites— and now he potentially sits with the rest of the knights at the famous round table.

Gowi's Character Log: Archived Concepts

_{Rymi Ketres
∇ 31 ∇ ♀ ∇ 1.6m ∇ N}

_{Δ Appearance}

Once described as a perfect picturesque appearance of a young noble from the streets of Theed, Rymi has become almost unrecognizable in the time since due to her turbulent and strife-filled lifestyle. Still, the visage of a fair Nabooese girl still exists between the cracks as evident from her feminine features and former noteworthy appearance. What was once the home to sharp, bright blonde strands of hair and deep brown eyes has faded in recent years to take upon more of a “dirty” look. Two notable scars rest upon her face; the first running shortly across the top of the bridge of her nose, and the other running underneath her right eye down to her cheek.

Physically speaking there are few who would find Rymi as particularly imposing or intimidating, which in consideration of her height, gender, and build isn’t too surprising. However, just because Rymi is smaller and most certainly a feminine human she doesn’t lack for bruises, definition, or conditioning. Life is difficult on the Outer Rim, and Rymi has had to push herself beyond even the conventional military training she was put through as an adolescent. Rymi has forced herself to be quicker than her enemies and doesn’t lack in strength with her methods, which do show underneath the synthetic cloth that she most often wears.

Rymi’s standard kit accommodates for a very simple appearance of synthetic weaves and materials— a cloak, jacket, tunic, pants, and utility belt. Anything else is circumstantial and largely irrelevant. The lack of weight keeps her light on her feet and able to maneuver through crowds in her affinity for daring escapes.

_{Δ Weltanschauung}

“The war molded her, but the Empire changed her.”
- Yarilo Kriant

• Sarcastic
• Impulsive
• Cynical
• Overzealous
• Practical
• Loyal

_{Δ History}

Rymi Ketres was born in the great city of Theed on the planet Naboo some thirty-one or so years ago. Her parents were lesser nobility that were loyal to the elective monarchy that represented the people, though it was only her father who had any prestige at all to his name. Rymi’s father was Draloe Ketres, a fighter pilot and officer of the Royal Naboo Security Force, and was a man that had served with diligence and cunning for the majority of his military career; a fact that was heightened by his noteworthy efforts on keeping the sector safe from pirates and other insurgents, as rare as such incursions were. During Rymi’s early childhood Naboo had entered a time of peace and prosperity, though the possible threat of any enemy never left her father’s mind; as he often said— “It is better to be prepared than be caught with your pants down.” A sentiment that Rymi would later in her life wish that many other Nabooese took to heart.

Just short of the eighth anniversary of her birth, a shadow began to loom over Naboo with the enforcement of the Trade Federation Blockade— a precursor to the Invasion of Naboo and the battles that would take place despite the attempted mediation by the Jedi Council and the Galactic Republic. When Draloe entered his Starfighter it would be the last time anyone saw him alive. As skilled as her father was, ultimately he could not best the automated defense fighters of the Trade Federation; another addition to the many lost against the fight to stop the subjugation of the planet and the people who called it their home. It would be a tragedy that Rymi would never forget.

Following the defeat of the Trade Federation peace returned to Naboo, though it was a fragile sort; but even more fragile was Rymi’s psyche. The bright, optimistic, and hopeful young girl was replaced by one who obsessed over her father’s death and vowed to bring the type of profiteering injustice the federation thrived on to an end— or at least as much of an end she could do in her lifetime. As time went by, Rymi found herself enrolled at a royal academy and following that the Royal Naboo Security Force; following completely in her father’s footsteps. A fact that was remarked on by close family friends and mentors (like Yarilo Kriant) often. But what was also spoken of was Rymi’s inherent talent at starcraft piloting and tactical awareness; it was as if she was possessed by the spirit of her deceased father. This talent would later come to be tested in The Clone Wars.

During The Clone Wars the young pilot was tested often by the Separatist threats to the Republic— though somehow she didn’t perish out of her arrogance or impulsiveness, even when facing down her old nemesis’ in the Trade Federation. The Republic, knowing full well of her impulsiveness and obsession were quick to use her skill to benefit their field of the battle as even if the war was named for their clone army, there were many non-clones who operated; Rymi was one such individual. The war however would end in “murky” territory and when the republic rebranded itself as an empire just prior to the defeat of the Separtists, Rymi’s natural Nabooese spirit began to wonder what exactly was going on. The records are unclear about the brief period between the end of The Clone Wars and the beginning of Rymi Ketres’ freelance career as well as the reasons for it, but a fair assumption is Rymi wasn’t too keen on Moff Panaka’s appointment or the events that began to occur as followed.

As a freelance operator Rymi continued her goal to fight the spirit of The Trade Federation and anything that represented an ethic or belief she was opposed to. She worked as an independent fighter pilot against pirates, worked as protection for a one-time smuggler, operated as a sort-of bounty hunter, and blocked profiteering in several sectors under various aliases. Eventually she ended up being a “ethically-inclined” smuggler-for-hire though she adamantly claimed she didn’t accept any job she was offered. There were standards.

However, Hutt’s don’t like people with standards.

_{Δ Equipment}

Unsurprisingly, the most significant piece of equipment Rymi has continued to use without variation is the sidearm she has the most experience with— the Theed Arms S-5 blaster pistol. The high damage blaster is not only a nostalgic affection of her time within the Royal Naboo Security Forces (and its sub-branch, the Royal Space Fighter Corps) but also the same blaster that her late father, Draloe Ketres, used during the time of his military service before his death when she was a child. Beyond the S-5, Rymi’s equipment is situational with the exception of the utility belt she holds many useful items such as explosives and tools within. One would not be wrong if they assumed she had a vibroknife or hold out blaster somewhere on her person.

_{Δ Skills}

Awareness: Even before the end of The Clone Wars, Rymi was taught to keep her wits sharpened and perceive her surroundings— a fact that has extended into her freelance career where she has relied on being quicker than the people she has occasionally made “appropriately upset”; so it’s safe to assume that her reflexes are quick and that she keeps that in mind when she was outmanned and outgunned outside of a ship.

Firearms: Rymi is not an expert marksman by any definition of the term, especially with her policy of shooting blindly when the situation is drastic— though it could be argued that she is a fine enough shot should she lean back on her military training and actually aim in the first place.

Piloting: Rymi Ketres was seen as a gifted pilot since the moment she enlisted in the Royal Naboo Security Forces. She fought in the tail-end of The Clone Wars, and consistently offered her skills as a freelance pilot and fixer rather than being landlocked following the war. She’s familiar with small fighter starcrafts the best, though she isn’t inexperienced within a light freighter or similar vessels either.

Security: Knowing how to bypass a lock has come into handy when Rymi has found herself outside of her starcraft, though she isn’t a skilled hacker or saboteur by any means. She knows her way around a security spike and when to recognize a door can be forced open, but that’s about it.

_{Δ General Notes}

• Her father, Draloe, is deceased and has been since her sister was two.
• Her younger sister, Rian, is an imperial agent within the newly structured Galactic Empire.

_{Δ Relations & Impressions}

Grida Cairnu -

Mokra Tem -

Mus Rosh -

Relloc Provnor -

Rytthik Darhask -

Xymone -