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I like rats, jalapeño poppers, y2k aesthetics and idol games. I enjoy roleplays with comedic elements, although finding those is tough. Generally speaking the less seriously a roleplay takes itself the more enjoyment I get out of it. I don´t have a sprawling and intimate relationship with roleplaying or a deep, meaningful reason as to why I started it. I´ve been writing for over a year and I enjoy the hobby as a way to jot down the many, many stupid thoughts that my head likes to generate.

I am pretty extroverted on the internet due to how easy it is to connect with people with similar interests. My personality may come across as aggressively friendly or over the top at times and I apologize in advance for that, whoops.

As for my strange signatures and profile pictures, they are a part of a specific aesthetic I´ve developed over the years that can be succinctly described as "Y2K aesthetics with a focus on the technology that explore themes of loss, abandonment, filth, and hopelessness, rather than the optimistic and mainstream view of the future that was common during that period of time."

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Norton was at a loss for words at the sheer amount of violence that had erupted around the tavern in the short time that he had been present. He was no stranger to conflict, but was certainly taken aback at the bold words of a very rude tiefling. The tiefling had insulted his goddess, his muse, his holy idol. Norton´s kind features hardened at having been so boldly defiled. That man may have gotten into a brawl and acted as if no serious harm had been done, but to Norton this was nothing short of a declaration of war.

He looked to Tristan, doing nothing to hide the rage in his eyes. "Norton Stahlder, of the order of Lumen. I agree." Norton´s gaze shifted to the tiefling. "Your words are less than nothing in the face of my goddess, and you will disrespect her no longer, demon!" he shouted. He drew his weapon and assumed a combative stance. The anger in his tone was indicative that he had taken it far more personally than needed.
I thought I could handle joining three roleplays within the same timeframe but I predictably ended up deep frying my brain. Creativity machine broke and my ideas for this have honestly been pretty terrible. Best of luck in this roleplay cum-chan o7

So it wasn´t a spirit, didn´t know what a culture was, and struggled to even know the name of her species. Mirithal had once again stumped Ar´oa, leaving him with absolutely no idea how to continue the conversation without taking a large pause to get himself together.

"I thought that you were perhaps a spirit, but I am not sure now, and neither are you." An uncharacteristically direct way of speaking, but it had given him permission to do so. "And because of that, I wanted to know if you had any knowledge that could assist me." R could boast about his libraries all he wanted, but at the end of the day curses were a chiefly spiritual matter. His reluctance to seek out help was also a matter of pride, not wanting others to rob his burden from him.

"You shouldn´t apologize for being excited. There is nothing in this sanctuary that isn´t, on some level, different." Mirithal´s constantly changing form had proved to be a struggle for Ar´oa to ignore while speaking. Even if Mirithal was unsure of what it was, that didn´t mean it couldn´t bear some relation to what he was planning to study.

He repositioned his long legs to face it more directly. "There is a curse that surrounds my clan and I, one that I wish to know if you can detect upon the moment I step outside The Sanctuary." Despite Mirithal being oblivious to many things that other races would take for granted, it was worth an attempt to at least ask.


Norton felt overwhelmed by the chaos that began to manifest throughout the tavern and found himself gripping his sword tightly enough to turn the tips of his knuckles white. His teachings from fellow worshipers of the goddess of order rang clearly in his head, compelling him to act.

His eyes focused on the plainsman. "By the teachings of Lumen, settle down with your disorder." commanded Norton, suddenly regaining the courage to resume being the same stickler for rules he always was. He didn´t care that they were outnumbered, mainly out of a strong sense of faith. Tristan offering to fight alongside him furthered his beliefs that this had been meant to happen. He turned to Tristan and acknowledged the knight, convinced by his armor alone that he could be trusted. "I don´t approve of this conflict, but I will fight alongside you if it means approaching a more just conclusion!"
Currently thinking of ideas rn

Norton sat on a table near the edge of the Cracked Tankard, eyeing his drink with much scrutiny. In truth, he was ruminating about what he wanted to seek in this town. The good deeds he had accomplished in his previous months as a squire tossed out into the world had been disappointingly minor, though he worshiped the goddess of order and thinking of it like that was questionable. All he had to show for himself was light armor with some scrapes to it and no money. He hoped that this ale would at least have been a worthwhile purchase, seeing as the men outside of his order seemed to treat the beverage as a deity.

He took a hearty gulp. Norton was no stranger to ale, but the kind he drank when training alongside his superiors was watered down and awful. His eyes widened in frustration as the drink struggled to remain in his stomach. This wasn´t watered down and awful, it was in fact amazing! He could tell some parts of the creation process were probably less than pleasant, but he furrowed his brows, gaining a further understanding of the outside world.

Around him the tension had begun to rise with all of the warriors present, many of them tightening their weapons or spitting in displays of bravado. If disorderly conduct were to happen here I´m unsure if my lone strength would be enough but... Lumen... if this is what you have sent me here to act upon, then I am not truly alone. He tightened the grip on his weapon as well, so lost in thought that he hadn´t considered others noticing.

Not sure if this conflicts with the lore you have in mind. I´ll happily make changes if so.

Name: Norton Stahlder

Appearance: A fairly short man with sharp features, Norton´s appearance is clean and blunt in accordance with his title of squire. His expressive amber eyes betray his intentions during conversations, and are framed by pinewood colored hair and light scarring. His general appearance is youthful yet reveals a man with experience and a strong fighting spirit. He is in his early twenties and has an athletic, lean body.

Personality: Norton is fiercely devoted the goddess of order Lumen, and fights for her honor under the command of veteran knights. Satisfied with his initial victories in battle under their guidance, they have now cast him out into the world in the hopes of further molding him into the ideal warrior. Because of the heavy amount of pressure on him he possesses an insecurity of his combat skills and an eagerness to prove himself. Norton believes that Lumen is always watching, so he attempts to always take the high road. He gets angered very easily though, and is quite the worrywart. The results are... interesting.

Irvine didn´t like Roman. From the beginning of their gathering he had begun to see glimmers of contempt and judgement forming within the mans tired eyes, and he didn´t like it one bit. His art was a misunderstood one, with dozens of critics ready to leap at him like street animals the second another body would go missing. He could already imagine the multitudes of pairs of eyes within the room turning on him at the mention of an unsettling medic being stuck with them, pointing, glaring, judging. His paranoid thoughts were bested by delusion as they always were, however. He reasoned that just because they were unable to appreciate the human form like him didn´t mean that they would be unable to develop some sort of relationship working together. Except Mendirr, perhaps.

In his past Irvine had worked as a healer for hire, often clashing with his party members over his reluctance to use healing magic rooted in what they perceived as insanity. Mendirr´s confident demeanor had sparked an alertness from Irvine, as he was a stark contrast to the medic´s blatant insecurities. He brushed the feeling off for now.

"Does this mean I´m cleared of you and the district´s suspicion?" he asked, in a manner perhaps more bitter than intended. He put people back together again, not the opposite, for the sake of the gods! Yet every time another would go missing he could feel the tension between him and the rest of the town rise.

"Also..." he said, ponderously, "What are this Brax fellow´s whereabouts?"
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