Halvtand

Ninja type roleplay (Heavy Naruto influence)

It has been a while, but if you're up for giving this a shot I'm interested. Tried my hand at creating a ninja-rp a while back with influences from both Naruto and the new RPG "The ninja crusade" (2nd ed). It was fairly fun, but the format was a bit too much geared toward pen and paper. I could show you what I have if you're interested.

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

In other news, I'll be turning 25 this Sunday (yay ) and, as by Danish (an generally Scandinavian) tradition, I will be getting shitfaced to the point where I'll need subtitles at the bill of my friends and family. I'll likely be hung over for at least a week, because I'm older on the inside and haven't really had a drink since new years, which wasn't even enough to get me buzzed.

@The Mad Hatter

Just to be clear since we're talking to non-Scandinavians. This is not a tradition that is specifically associated with turning 25, but rather for turning any age above... twelve I guess...

Anyway, you're welcome for getting more uncomfortable, that was what I was aiming for after all.

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

@VitoftheVoid

Are magic runes a thing in this world? Because if so all we have to do slap some disruption ones on a pair of shackles and boom. We good.

@Awesomoman64

Unless iron happens to be the anathema of magic in this world like so many other.

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

@Komager If he's not inside the prison, he could be the guy the prisoners go to to get out of their shackles.

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

@VitoftheVoid Added Aressa as home nation for my character. Is there anything else that I need to do before I head over to the IC?

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

As Mikio made his way across the small village he passed one end of the mouth-watering Savourly Lane. Even though he'd already had both breakfast and fruit, and was feeling a bit on the full side, the magnificent flavours that the fumes hinted at made him want to take a detour. He'd arrive at the school too fat to do anything, and the children would have a merry time running laps around his big, fat belly, but to stuff his face with meat so tender it would literally melt in his mouth was almost too tempting to walk away from. However, as one of the best and brightest of the village he had to lead by example, took one last sniff and turned away toward the school building.

He passed though a section of the commercial district. It was just about to heat up with the wave of prostitutes on the night shift coming off duty. He spotted a familiar face in the crowd. One of the villages other dedicated ninjas, a fierce woman by the name of... Haruna? Harune? Haru... te? Something with Haru... They didn't have a long history together and there were too many people in the village to know them all by name, even in a relatively small village with an even smaller group of dedicated ninjas. In a small ninja village like this, the whole roster of ninjas on active duty could probably fit on a single page, no need to use a scroll for it. Bigger villages had to use a filing system and some way of sorting out which people were best suited for which tasks. In Gobi you only looked at the bottom of the list to find the poor sod that had gone the longest without a mission.

As he watched she's just taken a step away from the rack of clothes in front of her when a young man, sneaky like a tiger in a bright orange forest, threw himself upon her from behind and sensually groaned "Miss me, my dear? I know a certain part of me that definitely missed you." into her ear.
Mikio physically flinched, for several reasons. For one his own ninja reflexes kicked in to shrug off the surprise attack. His view of the Haru-woman was of a strong warrior capable of trowing the youngling across the village without breaking a sweat. Last but not least, the pick-up line was cheesy on a level seldom seen in the land of mortals. The cringe-level was only further elevated by the response from the Haru-woman, which was to freeze.

Cicadas were doing their best to fill the awkward silence with their weeeo-weeeo-weeo. In the land of fire crickets would chirp in with their own unique sound and people from the village of sand would probably expect a tumbleweed to slowly roll by. One more sound could be heard though, from the crowd of more or less horrified onlookers came a laugh. Not just any laugh, but the kind of involuntary laugh that complete shock brings on. The kind of laugh that could not be stopped, no matter how many times you slapped your knee or dried your eyes. The kind of laugh that was not contagious, but only added another layer of uncomfortable on top of those already present. A few people tried to chime in with an uncertain hahaa, but it didn't catch on.

After what seemed like an eternity, but which really was only a few seconds Mikio's violent laughter caused him to start coughing, which finally put an end to the laugh. As he wiped his eyes a final time, and with a voice coarse from coughing he said
"That was so smooth... Ow, my stomach..."

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

I don't even view sigs, that's how much I care...

Anyway, I'll get to writing now. Hopefully I'll have something worth posting before I need to sleep.

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

Almost seems like it's down to us three. I'll try to get a post up today or so that will move my dude closer to you so we can... interact freely ;)

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

@The Angry Goat I'd love to pair up. Sounds to me like our characters would be polar opposites, which makes it even more fun.

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

@VitoftheVoid Here's a first draft of the character. I've gone with a god of my own, but have tried to fit it into the existing lore.

hiders makes the world go 'round

Full Name: Thorfinn

Nicknames/Aliases: Blotare (Sacrificer)

Age: 34.

Gender: Male.

Occupation/Class: Cleric/priest.

Kingdom of Origin: Aressa

Description: Thorfinn is a man who has lived a relatively good life up until very recently. His body is well-built with a fine layer of fat and skin that is still soft in his hands. His body is free from scars (bar recent events) and he still have all his teeth in reasonable condition. He has begun to lose his hair, and his dark blonde hairline is more than a hand’s width above his eyebrows. The eyebrows themselves are bushy and thick, which perfectly complements his likewise thick, bushy and blonde beard. His green eyes (with crow’s feet at the edges) are still young and have a spark of life left in them.
Being a prisoner he is barefoot, dressed in rags and dirty. An old wound has come back to haunt him, making him walk with a noticeable limp.

Equipment: Nothing more than the clothes on his back, and not even they are his.

Personality: Thorfinn is at his core a happy man, and a man that can inspire others. He knows the power of words and gestures, that a compliment and praise at the right time can move mountains, and that a meal shared ties a bond stronger than steel. He knows how to live and enjoys good beer, roasted meat and dancing women. His god is not one so strict as to deny its followers the simple joys in life.
Thorfinn prides himself with his ability to sit down next to anyone, king or thief, he will shun no one.

Skills:

Speech - Thorfinn is used to speaking in front of large groups of people, something that will make most people stutter and use the universal phrase “um” at least once every sentence. Thorfinn on the other hand can speak loudly, clearly and with conviction.

Knowledge - Clerics doesn’t just walk around with their heads in the clouds. Most of them takes up a second occupation to pass the time, many clerics takes up writing, gardening, architecture or cooking. Thorfinn took to reading, while he is no expert in any particular field he can show a surprising amount of knowledge about almost anything.

Healing - While not even close to as good as a proper doctor or witch, Thorfinn has practiced enough medicine to deal with many common injuries and ailments.

Weaknesses:

A lover, not a fighter - Thorfinn has not been in many fights, and all of his martial prowess is the experience from said fights.

He walks in the shadow of gods - A lot of Thorfinn’s power is based on his god, with the right people he could amass an army, move mountains or burn an entire continent to the ground. In a world where atheism is enforced by law… Not so much.

Fatal Flaw:

A man of many theories - Thorfinn is by no means an athlete or even a capable worker. His trade is one of words and he literally hasn’t done an honest day’s worth of hard work in his life. He lacks skills, stamina and strength.

Brief History: Thorfinn was recruited at a very young age to be a cleric by a traveling preacher. He never learned how to do a proper job but learned how to read, write, count and speak instead. Apart from the endless traveling it was a fairly good life. Everywhere he went people met him with smiles, open arms and food.

One of Thorfinn's most important jobs was to send sacrifices to his god, Vigo, the god of death, to keep him entertained. This was often done as part of a great feast or at least a bigger social gathering.

That all changed when the fire nation attacked he stumbled on a patrol of Yulian soldiers. They realised what he was before he figured out who they were and hand him in shackles before he’d had a chance to at least attempt a daring escape. He went off to meet the inquisitors, to be tortured and either converted or executed. Turns out that conversion is quite difficult and Thorfinn is scheduled for execution.

Other: Thorfinn can hear the voice of god.

The God

Vigo

God of journeys, storytelling and death.
Guardian of the white flame and the secrets of the gods.
Patron of wanderers, travelers and sailors.

Often portrayed as a raven or crow. Always present, but never in the spotlight. Vigo’s main job is to guard the sacred vault to make sure that Tinon’s white flame does not escape or is stolen.
After creating the world, Tinon created the sacred vault to hold the flame until the end. To make sure no one could steal it he placed the vault in the middle of the endless land of death. But even the sacred vault could not suppress the light. Fearing that his light would be stolen, Tinon tasked his youngest son Vigo with guarding it. Vigo is a god of death, and he stands alone in the endless darkness that awaits the dead. He listens to the life stories of everyone who finds him and gives them a place in the darkness. Every now and then someone comes along with a most fantastic tale that brightens up Vigo’s endless vigil. Such people are granted a fraction of the white flame’s light before they are given their place in the endless darkness.
(The night sky is the land of death).