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Bio
Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
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My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
Post-Rock enthusiast
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<Snipped quote by Bacon>
I didn't realize we were discussing this in the OOC last night, but I messaged her on Discord last night. But I honestly feel like most of the responsibility falls on me. Due to me not posting as frequently in the IC there was a wane of interest and probably worry that I'd abandon the RP as GM. But I want to make it known for everyone today that I am not abandoning the roleplay no matter how busy I get.
So if you're all still on board please respond to this with affirmation. I'm tagging everyone even if I know you already are.
@IAmTheIsland @Bacon @Crimson Flame @Sadu @mattmanganon @Eviledd1984 @Daxam
TBH, for me, it's been the generally quiet nature if the OOC that's had me checked out.
Admittedly, between real life/away from keyboard matters (family functions, in-person adventures and activities, work, and general self-care/struggles therein some of which I opened up about a while back) my RP focus has been elsewhere if anywhere.
I've been feeling like Hoshi as a character hasn't/won't have much going for her in terms of the plot until later when things relating to her arc actually start to manifest more. In short I feel like I hit a creative wall in this one and have thus been more oriented towards projects in which my plotting and planning has essentially written my character arcs in full already. I've been hoping something clicks for me as far as this goes in terms of getting from where we are/I am to where I intend things to go on my end. Maybe I'm over thinking? I certainly feel like I'm a washup in this compared to another project I'm in and it's been adversely affecting me in the vain of posting.
Getting a sheet ready
Oh shit. I'm up? Gotta admit I haven't been as checked in on this one lately.
Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V
Mistmoor Stronghold
With: Tarrian Kar
The young Knight stood in silence as the Noble Daughter spoke. He gave no tell or hint in body or face that Tarrian's words were of sleight to him. He knew his father better than anyone, save his father himself; Erik had long held his opinions of the man's methods, and had had much the same conversation with other before. His was a layered opinion, formed by the ebb and flow of a long standing relationship that had touched multiple facets of his life from personal to professional. Naturally, he had seen his senior in more lights than the woman sitting to his side.
When she had finished her venting, Erik stood silent a few seconds longer. He looked towards the landscape beyond the wall as if calculating something. Then he turned to Tarrian and spoke once more. "I know he can be harsh. But trust that his methods are not without purpose. The world beyond this stronghold is far crueler than any training my father would ever muster. If what you seek from his lessons is to defend yourself and your home from the Grim..." he hung on his next few words. "You must not expect mercy or quarter from their likes, and must learn to not give them any in turn."
"It would be unorthodox," he said in reply to her offer to join him. "And unsafe for a civilian to stand by a Knight on duty." He quarter turned to continue on his way. He checked the sky, gazing upon the final stripe of sunlight on the horizon. "However, if you're mind is made up to follow me, I won't turn you away. But don't linger at the main guardhouse." He pointed to a battlement, grander than the rest, perched atop a prominant section of the mountains. "Captains hold roll call after the sun has fully set. They won't take well to you being there."
When she had finished her venting, Erik stood silent a few seconds longer. He looked towards the landscape beyond the wall as if calculating something. Then he turned to Tarrian and spoke once more. "I know he can be harsh. But trust that his methods are not without purpose. The world beyond this stronghold is far crueler than any training my father would ever muster. If what you seek from his lessons is to defend yourself and your home from the Grim..." he hung on his next few words. "You must not expect mercy or quarter from their likes, and must learn to not give them any in turn."
"It would be unorthodox," he said in reply to her offer to join him. "And unsafe for a civilian to stand by a Knight on duty." He quarter turned to continue on his way. He checked the sky, gazing upon the final stripe of sunlight on the horizon. "However, if you're mind is made up to follow me, I won't turn you away. But don't linger at the main guardhouse." He pointed to a battlement, grander than the rest, perched atop a prominant section of the mountains. "Captains hold roll call after the sun has fully set. They won't take well to you being there."
Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V
Mistmoor Stronghold
Erik trekked his way along the fortress battlements, looking out at the calling dusk beyond Grand Wall. He moved swiftly despite being adorned by his full array of armor and weapons. He couldn't say that he was particularly enthused by the nightwatch ahead of him, but it was his turn on shift, it wasn't becoming of him to complain; he would stand vigilant in the moonlight the same as under the hot sun. As was his tradition, he had departed his quarters early to ensure himself plenty of time to reach the watchtower, and to have enough time to steel himself for the hours that stood before him.
In a moment of rare form, this night would come with a minor distraction from his march to duty. It started as he passed by his father, who looked rather dissappointed as the pair crossed paths. Erik only exchanged a nod of acknowledgement, knowing well enough not to push words at such a time. The expression on his elder's face told him one sure thing: a lesson hadn't gone as well as he'd have liked. Erik could only guess as to which student; surely not a soldier, or the expression on his face would have been redder, and Erik would have avoided his eyes entirely.
It didn't take long before the young Knight of Mistmoor found the source of frustration. In the nearest battlement, sat upon a bench usually occupied by a guard off rotation, say one Tarrian Kar, the noble daughter. Erik had heard she had taken her training to his father, and now she looked more than the part of his pupil. Passing by, he noticed her expression was the same as he had once worn. He halted near the bench, and, while still looking at the way before him said, "Don't take it too personally. He's hard on everyone he trains."
In a moment of rare form, this night would come with a minor distraction from his march to duty. It started as he passed by his father, who looked rather dissappointed as the pair crossed paths. Erik only exchanged a nod of acknowledgement, knowing well enough not to push words at such a time. The expression on his elder's face told him one sure thing: a lesson hadn't gone as well as he'd have liked. Erik could only guess as to which student; surely not a soldier, or the expression on his face would have been redder, and Erik would have avoided his eyes entirely.
It didn't take long before the young Knight of Mistmoor found the source of frustration. In the nearest battlement, sat upon a bench usually occupied by a guard off rotation, say one Tarrian Kar, the noble daughter. Erik had heard she had taken her training to his father, and now she looked more than the part of his pupil. Passing by, he noticed her expression was the same as he had once worn. He halted near the bench, and, while still looking at the way before him said, "Don't take it too personally. He's hard on everyone he trains."
I’m currently working on the RP thread at the moment. It’ll be linked here when it’s done.
Also, for the newcomers, welcome!
Thank you, Your Meowness.
Katherine Tran
"Oh. Of course." Maybe a bit flustered by the sudden pace change, KT fixed the access badge to the right side of her chest, and collected the shrimp tempura roll she had ordered for. She hurried after Diana, slipping into through the elevator door just as it closed. "Pedal to the metal as ever with you." She smiled at her friend as she caught her breath a bit. "Not sure how I ever kept up with you through high school," she chuckled. "Anyways, I still have your, mostly, undivided attention." She turned with a more business-like expression. "The reason for me coming here today: I was hoping you could help me find work. I'm fresh out of college, and need to start making ends meet as soon as possible."
Horace J. Wolfe
Bzzzz.
Horace's phone vibrated against the side of his leg. "Hold on," he said to the assistant awaiting him with a folder labeled "CLASSIFIED" clung in his hands like a pearl necklace. "From Diana Smith," he said aloud so the others on detail knew it was serious. "I'll be off-premises until 18:00," he announced. "Don't contact unless it's an emergency. Kirk is in charge until I return for the final sweep before night shift. Harl," he raised a hand to the assistant with the folder, "leave it at my desk and I'll look at it when I return." The young assistant's face faded into dissappointment and dejection.
Wolfe turned and departed the security HQ.
Horace's phone vibrated against the side of his leg. "Hold on," he said to the assistant awaiting him with a folder labeled "CLASSIFIED" clung in his hands like a pearl necklace. "From Diana Smith," he said aloud so the others on detail knew it was serious. "I'll be off-premises until 18:00," he announced. "Don't contact unless it's an emergency. Kirk is in charge until I return for the final sweep before night shift. Harl," he raised a hand to the assistant with the folder, "leave it at my desk and I'll look at it when I return." The young assistant's face faded into dissappointment and dejection.
Wolfe turned and departed the security HQ.
Affirmative. Will meet you in the Atrium.
Theresa "Toro" Torres
70th Street Bank Heist
The suit crashed through the wall and into the front side of the bank on Theresa's throw. Kicking out chunks of the now-broken wall, Theresa stepped through hole as the mecha reared back up and dug in. Theresa followed suit, bracing herself for another bout of Human vs. Machine. She didn't need any warning when the mech's next weapon revealed itself. The sight of the orange light set The Bull of 70th Street into motion. The wave of heat rippled behind her as she dove for cover behind a countertop island of withdrawl & deposit forms. Checking around the island's corner, she spotted Valentina and the rest of their crew making a run for the truck with what spoils they could carry.
"Right. Time to bounce."
Theresa sprung out from behind the island, and slid in behind another one equidistant between the broken wall of her doing and the one the truck had crashed through. She punched and open hand up, breaking the marble countertop from the island and split off a sizeable chunk of it. Sprinting from her cover to the passenger door of the truck, she flung the chunk of marble like a frisbee in the direction of the suit, aiming to knock its legs, or at least distract it, as she and the 70th Street crew made their get away.
"Right. Time to bounce."
Theresa sprung out from behind the island, and slid in behind another one equidistant between the broken wall of her doing and the one the truck had crashed through. She punched and open hand up, breaking the marble countertop from the island and split off a sizeable chunk of it. Sprinting from her cover to the passenger door of the truck, she flung the chunk of marble like a frisbee in the direction of the suit, aiming to knock its legs, or at least distract it, as she and the 70th Street crew made their get away.
Are we allowed to play subjects housed in the facility? Might take cue from a prior character of mine as well as an SCP/Creepypasta story I listened to a few times.
Working on a few more characters and an intro post.
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