Great first posts, guys! It really feels like everyone's individual character voice is coming through.
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Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.
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A dense mist had rolled over the carnival ground, shrouding the brightly coloured tents in a thick blanket of pale wispy fog. From the spacious interior of her own fairly large tent, Ghisronia could faintly make out the performance of “The Society of Vagabonds” from up on the makeshift wooden stage.
Ghis blocked the performance from her head, having heard each individual scene countless times before, and continue loading the last of her possessions into the sturdy oak trunk that lay in front of her. Placing her waterskin on top of the neatly folded pile of leather armour, the young girl heaved the heavy wooden trunk closed, wiping a bead of sweat off of her forehead.
Somewhere behind her, the flimsy patchwork flaps of her tent were gently pushed aside with a delicate flutter, and a lean figure wordlessly slipped into her living space.
“For all you known I might not have been decent.” She called back over her shoulder.
“I’ve endured all manner of horrors in my day; the prospect of a small naked girl doesn’t scare me” A slimy voice whispered out of the darkness.
“I’ve been called a lot of things,” Ghisronia remarked as she slowly got up off of her knees, causing their joints to pop loudly “but small is seldom one of them.”
Despite her slight height, Ghisronia was undeniably a larger girl; with a stocky build, and a corpulent body. Her vast belly pressed firmly against the tight material of her simple woollen blouse, and her ankles often ached from supporting her hefty frame.
“I don’t remember saying that you were excused from the performance.” Hissed the figure from behind her, taking a few soft steps to close the distance between the pair.
“Oh, was that today? The young girl asked drily, turning to face the figure.
The troupe master was tall and frail, with sickly grey skin and large yellowish eyes. He wore an extravagant silk outfit, fashioned from fabric swathes of many different colours, and had a long scarf pulled over his mangled lower-jaw.
“Choose your words carefully, girl” he oozed in his usual oily manner “if you think that you can just walk all over me then you haven’t been paying attention.”
Ghisronia sighed theatrically, folding her arms across her wide chest “I know you’ve got a mighty inflated opinion of yourself, but when it comes down to following your instructions and prancing about on stage with the new meat, whom calling actors is being insufferably optimistic, or answering a royal decree from the bloody king, I’m going to go with the latter every time.”
The troupe master shot forwards, placing one wiry white hand under her double-chin, and forcibly tilting her head upwards. “Off so soon?” He jeered, his putrid yellow eyes fixing on the wooden trunk. “You’re breaking my heart, girl.”
“I’ll send you a letter from Highmont.” She said plainly, her gaze never falling from his sickly features, her demeanour unflinching.
“You’re not going anywhere, you little cu-“ before he could finish, Ghisronia’s left fist shot forwards, barrelling into his frail chest with considerable force. The Troupe master released his grip, stumbling backwards and coughing hoarsely as he clutched at his rib cage.
“I’ll cut you for that.” He snapped through coughs, staring daggers at her.
“Come and have a go, if you think you’re hard enough.” She snapped back, motioning to herself with one great sweeping gestures.
The Troupe master said nothing for some time, glaring at her from behind his scarf. When he finally spoke, his voice was dripping with poorly-repressed malice.
“Don’t bother coming back. You don’t have a home here anymore.”
And with that, he turned and walked out of the tent, and back into the foggy carnival ground.
Ghisronia waited impatiently in the line, heavily tapping her foot on the cobbled floor. Having initially amused herself by observing all the exotic looking characters who’d banded together at the gates, Ghis had quickly grown bored, and was anxious to get somewhere warm.
When it was her turn to stand before the Court Mage, Ghisronia forced the look of pent-up irritation from her face, adopting a much more agreeable demeanour. She was by no means happy, but knew better than to squander the opportunity she’d been presented with by throwing and angsty fit.
She smiled politely as she came before the mage, fluttering her eyelids ever-so-slightly. The mage regarded her with a blank expression.
“Please follow the others through into the dining hall.”
Skipping along curtly, Ghisronia navigated her way through the castle, until she arrived in the dining hall.
Her eyes fixing immediately on the food that was scattered across the long table, Ghisronia snatched up what looked like a bowl full of black mushrooms cooked in garlic, probably intended to feed more than one person, before grabbing a leg of mutton with her one free hand. Slumping down heavily in one of the chairs, which creaked and moaned beneath her weight, the young woman begun to tuck into her meal, taking occasional swigs from a large metal jug that was filled with honeyed mead.
“Pleasure to meet you all.” She said to no one in particular, gesturing to the other occupants of the room with one grease-covered hand, before letting out a throaty belch.
“I thought I might find you here, vile insect; dwelling amongst your squabble of hoodlums and lowlifes!”
“Impoverished they may be, you obnoxious pretender, but these ‘lowlifes’ have more nobility than any of you up-jumped criminals!”
“How dare you sir-“
“Impoverished they may be, you obnoxious pretender, but these ‘lowlifes’ have more nobility than any of you up-jumped criminals!”
“How dare you sir-“
Ghis blocked the performance from her head, having heard each individual scene countless times before, and continue loading the last of her possessions into the sturdy oak trunk that lay in front of her. Placing her waterskin on top of the neatly folded pile of leather armour, the young girl heaved the heavy wooden trunk closed, wiping a bead of sweat off of her forehead.
Somewhere behind her, the flimsy patchwork flaps of her tent were gently pushed aside with a delicate flutter, and a lean figure wordlessly slipped into her living space.
“For all you known I might not have been decent.” She called back over her shoulder.
“I’ve endured all manner of horrors in my day; the prospect of a small naked girl doesn’t scare me” A slimy voice whispered out of the darkness.
“I’ve been called a lot of things,” Ghisronia remarked as she slowly got up off of her knees, causing their joints to pop loudly “but small is seldom one of them.”
Despite her slight height, Ghisronia was undeniably a larger girl; with a stocky build, and a corpulent body. Her vast belly pressed firmly against the tight material of her simple woollen blouse, and her ankles often ached from supporting her hefty frame.
“I don’t remember saying that you were excused from the performance.” Hissed the figure from behind her, taking a few soft steps to close the distance between the pair.
“Oh, was that today? The young girl asked drily, turning to face the figure.
The troupe master was tall and frail, with sickly grey skin and large yellowish eyes. He wore an extravagant silk outfit, fashioned from fabric swathes of many different colours, and had a long scarf pulled over his mangled lower-jaw.
“Choose your words carefully, girl” he oozed in his usual oily manner “if you think that you can just walk all over me then you haven’t been paying attention.”
Ghisronia sighed theatrically, folding her arms across her wide chest “I know you’ve got a mighty inflated opinion of yourself, but when it comes down to following your instructions and prancing about on stage with the new meat, whom calling actors is being insufferably optimistic, or answering a royal decree from the bloody king, I’m going to go with the latter every time.”
The troupe master shot forwards, placing one wiry white hand under her double-chin, and forcibly tilting her head upwards. “Off so soon?” He jeered, his putrid yellow eyes fixing on the wooden trunk. “You’re breaking my heart, girl.”
“I’ll send you a letter from Highmont.” She said plainly, her gaze never falling from his sickly features, her demeanour unflinching.
“You’re not going anywhere, you little cu-“ before he could finish, Ghisronia’s left fist shot forwards, barrelling into his frail chest with considerable force. The Troupe master released his grip, stumbling backwards and coughing hoarsely as he clutched at his rib cage.
“I’ll cut you for that.” He snapped through coughs, staring daggers at her.
“Come and have a go, if you think you’re hard enough.” She snapped back, motioning to herself with one great sweeping gestures.
The Troupe master said nothing for some time, glaring at her from behind his scarf. When he finally spoke, his voice was dripping with poorly-repressed malice.
“Don’t bother coming back. You don’t have a home here anymore.”
And with that, he turned and walked out of the tent, and back into the foggy carnival ground.
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Ghisronia waited impatiently in the line, heavily tapping her foot on the cobbled floor. Having initially amused herself by observing all the exotic looking characters who’d banded together at the gates, Ghis had quickly grown bored, and was anxious to get somewhere warm.
When it was her turn to stand before the Court Mage, Ghisronia forced the look of pent-up irritation from her face, adopting a much more agreeable demeanour. She was by no means happy, but knew better than to squander the opportunity she’d been presented with by throwing and angsty fit.
She smiled politely as she came before the mage, fluttering her eyelids ever-so-slightly. The mage regarded her with a blank expression.
“Please follow the others through into the dining hall.”
Skipping along curtly, Ghisronia navigated her way through the castle, until she arrived in the dining hall.
Her eyes fixing immediately on the food that was scattered across the long table, Ghisronia snatched up what looked like a bowl full of black mushrooms cooked in garlic, probably intended to feed more than one person, before grabbing a leg of mutton with her one free hand. Slumping down heavily in one of the chairs, which creaked and moaned beneath her weight, the young woman begun to tuck into her meal, taking occasional swigs from a large metal jug that was filled with honeyed mead.
“Pleasure to meet you all.” She said to no one in particular, gesturing to the other occupants of the room with one grease-covered hand, before letting out a throaty belch.
I might edit my character's magical abilities a little, if that's all right. Having two healers is a bit redundant and she's not really got any other skills to begin with =T Maybe shape-shifting, although I'm not sure how great I'd be at portraying that just yet ^^ @Heat
Amazing character btw, Kingfisher, I love Ghisronia!@Kingfisher In fact, all the characters sofar are just amazing. I'm really looking forward to this :)
Cheers! :D I'm really digging Lilly. Hope her and Ghis get some cool interactions, down the road.
Appearance:
Ghisronia is a short young woman, with a noticeably overweight body. A mixture of fat and muscle, she has a squat, rounded form, with a large stomach, pudgy face, and a double-chin. Whilst markedly flabby, her arms and legs also have a decent amount of muscle on them.
Name: Ghisronia Vollis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Performer/Cook
Weaponry: A variety of poisons, lightweight crossbow, and a slender short-sword.
Apparel: Ghisronia dresses in a motley combination of cloth and leather when not performing; with a hooded cloak, and trim shoulder pads for added protection. A simple leather mask is sometimes worn to obscure her features.
Equipment: Basic cooking supplies, materials for making a campfire (flint and steel etc), ornate necklace, and a handmade waterskin.
Skills: Acting, Cooking, theft, the art of disguise. Reasonably skilled with her crossbow and sword, but not at a remarkable level.
Magical abilities: Very mild understanding of healing magic. Can patch up minor wounds, and can prevent larger wounds from festering and becoming infected.
Personality: A self-aware narcissist, Ghisronia cares about one thing, and one thing only; Herself. Whilst not completely sadistic, Ghis does draw a slight sense of satisfaction from the suffering of others, and delights in meddling in affairs that aren’t her own. A survivalist at heart, Ghisronia is good at adapting to hazardous situations, and is able to keep a cool head in the face of danger.
An expert actress, Ghisronia will usually pass for a fairly eloquent teenaged girl with a slight air of spitefulness about her, working to shield the full extent of her dark side.
Backstory: Born to a family of farmers, Ghisronia suffered at the hands of her abusive farther, until the day she snapped and killed him. Running away from home, Ghis spent a few months as a beggar and a thief, before falling in with a troupe of traveling performers. Having always had a skill for cooking, Ghisronia worked as a chef for the performers, whilst they honed her acting skills in return.
Plagued by memories of her mistreatment at the hands of her father, Ghis spent the majority of her childhood in melancholy, feeling like a victim, until the day of her second kill.
After a performance, a spectator from the audience followed the young girl back to her tent, attempting to force himself on her. After she refused his advances, her stalker became feral and violen; giving Ghisronia a black eye and a split lip. Enraged, she killed the man in a fit of anger, slashing his neck with one of her cooking knives.
Horrified about what might happen if the body was discovered, Ghis began to cannibalize the man who’d followed her, finding that taste of human flesh send electric sensations through every fibre of her being, in a manner that she had never before experienced. Ghis cooked the remains into a stew, which she served to the rest of the troupe; thus awakening a dark thirst that she would never be able to shake. Wherever the troupe travelled, Ghisronia would pick off easy targets, before feasting on their remains, and satisfying her gluttonous desires.
Ghisronia has continued to develop her acting skills, becoming an extremely convincing actress, as well as her thievery, to the point where she is a formidable pickpocket and con artist.
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Ghisronia is a short young woman, with a noticeably overweight body. A mixture of fat and muscle, she has a squat, rounded form, with a large stomach, pudgy face, and a double-chin. Whilst markedly flabby, her arms and legs also have a decent amount of muscle on them.
Name: Ghisronia Vollis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Performer/Cook
Weaponry: A variety of poisons, lightweight crossbow, and a slender short-sword.
Apparel: Ghisronia dresses in a motley combination of cloth and leather when not performing; with a hooded cloak, and trim shoulder pads for added protection. A simple leather mask is sometimes worn to obscure her features.
Equipment: Basic cooking supplies, materials for making a campfire (flint and steel etc), ornate necklace, and a handmade waterskin.
Skills: Acting, Cooking, theft, the art of disguise. Reasonably skilled with her crossbow and sword, but not at a remarkable level.
Magical abilities: Very mild understanding of healing magic. Can patch up minor wounds, and can prevent larger wounds from festering and becoming infected.
Personality: A self-aware narcissist, Ghisronia cares about one thing, and one thing only; Herself. Whilst not completely sadistic, Ghis does draw a slight sense of satisfaction from the suffering of others, and delights in meddling in affairs that aren’t her own. A survivalist at heart, Ghisronia is good at adapting to hazardous situations, and is able to keep a cool head in the face of danger.
An expert actress, Ghisronia will usually pass for a fairly eloquent teenaged girl with a slight air of spitefulness about her, working to shield the full extent of her dark side.
Backstory: Born to a family of farmers, Ghisronia suffered at the hands of her abusive farther, until the day she snapped and killed him. Running away from home, Ghis spent a few months as a beggar and a thief, before falling in with a troupe of traveling performers. Having always had a skill for cooking, Ghisronia worked as a chef for the performers, whilst they honed her acting skills in return.
Plagued by memories of her mistreatment at the hands of her father, Ghis spent the majority of her childhood in melancholy, feeling like a victim, until the day of her second kill.
After a performance, a spectator from the audience followed the young girl back to her tent, attempting to force himself on her. After she refused his advances, her stalker became feral and violen; giving Ghisronia a black eye and a split lip. Enraged, she killed the man in a fit of anger, slashing his neck with one of her cooking knives.
Horrified about what might happen if the body was discovered, Ghis began to cannibalize the man who’d followed her, finding that taste of human flesh send electric sensations through every fibre of her being, in a manner that she had never before experienced. Ghis cooked the remains into a stew, which she served to the rest of the troupe; thus awakening a dark thirst that she would never be able to shake. Wherever the troupe travelled, Ghisronia would pick off easy targets, before feasting on their remains, and satisfying her gluttonous desires.
Ghisronia has continued to develop her acting skills, becoming an extremely convincing actress, as well as her thievery, to the point where she is a formidable pickpocket and con artist.
Other
@Dominique Alright, your character is accepted, go ahead and post it in the characters tab.
@Wubwub It looks good so far, let me know when it is finished.
@Skythikon I like the worldbuilding, adds a little bit to the world. Your character is accepted, post the sheet in the characters tab.
@Kingfisher Also accepted!
Many thanks :) Shall go post in the Character tab.
Appearance:
Ghisronia is a short young woman, with a noticeably overweight body. A mixture of fat and muscle, she has a squat, rounded form, with a large stomach, pudgy face, and a double-chin. Whilst markedly flabby, her arms and legs also have a decent amount of muscle on them.
Name: Ghisronia Vollis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Performer/Cook
Weaponry: A variety of poisons, lightweight crossbow, and a slender short-sword.
Apparel: Ghisronia dresses in a motley combination of cloth and leather when not performing; with a hooded cloak, and trim shoulder pads for added protection. A simple leather mask is sometimes worn to obscure her features.
Equipment: Basic cooking supplies, materials for making a campfire (flint and steel etc), ornate necklace, and a handmade waterskin.
Skills: Acting, Cooking, theft, the art of disguise. Reasonably skilled with her crossbow and sword, but not at a remarkable level.
Magical abilities: Very mild understanding of healing magic. Can patch up minor wounds, and can prevent larger wounds from festering and becoming infected.
Personality: A self-aware narcissist, Ghisronia cares about one thing, and one thing only; Herself. Whilst not completely sadistic, Ghis does draw a slight sense of satisfaction from the suffering of others, and delights in meddling in affairs that aren’t her own. A survivalist at heart, Ghisronia is good at adapting to hazardous situations, and is able to keep a cool head in the face of danger.
An expert actress, Ghisronia will usually pass for a fairly eloquent teenaged girl with a slight air of spitefulness about her, working to shield the full extent of her dark side.
Backstory: Born to a family of farmers, Ghisronia suffered at the hands of her abusive farther, until the day she snapped and killed him. Running away from home, Ghis spent a few months as a beggar and a thief, before falling in with a troupe of traveling performers. Having always had a skill for cooking, Ghisronia worked as a chef for the performers, whilst they honed her acting skills in return.
Plagued by memories of her mistreatment at the hands of her father, Ghis spent the majority of her childhood in melancholy, feeling like a victim, until the day of her second kill.
After a performance, a spectator from the audience followed the young girl back to her tent, attempting to force himself on her. After she refused his advances, her stalker became feral and violen; giving Ghisronia a black eye and a split lip. Enraged, she killed the man in a fit of anger, slashing his neck with one of her cooking knives.
Horrified about what might happen if the body was discovered, Ghis began to cannibalize the man who’d followed her, finding that taste of human flesh send electric sensations through every fibre of her being, in a manner that she had never before experienced. Ghis cooked the remains into a stew, which she served to the rest of the troupe; thus awakening a dark thirst that she would never be able to shake. Wherever the troupe travelled, Ghisronia would pick off easy targets, before feasting on their remains, and satisfying her gluttonous desires.
Ghisronia has continued to develop her acting skills, becoming an extremely convincing actress, as well as her thievery, to the point where she is a formidable pickpocket and con artist.
Other
Ghisronia is a short young woman, with a noticeably overweight body. A mixture of fat and muscle, she has a squat, rounded form, with a large stomach, pudgy face, and a double-chin. Whilst markedly flabby, her arms and legs also have a decent amount of muscle on them.
Name: Ghisronia Vollis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Performer/Cook
Weaponry: A variety of poisons, lightweight crossbow, and a slender short-sword.
Apparel: Ghisronia dresses in a motley combination of cloth and leather when not performing; with a hooded cloak, and trim shoulder pads for added protection. A simple leather mask is sometimes worn to obscure her features.
Equipment: Basic cooking supplies, materials for making a campfire (flint and steel etc), ornate necklace, and a handmade waterskin.
Skills: Acting, Cooking, theft, the art of disguise. Reasonably skilled with her crossbow and sword, but not at a remarkable level.
Magical abilities: Very mild understanding of healing magic. Can patch up minor wounds, and can prevent larger wounds from festering and becoming infected.
Personality: A self-aware narcissist, Ghisronia cares about one thing, and one thing only; Herself. Whilst not completely sadistic, Ghis does draw a slight sense of satisfaction from the suffering of others, and delights in meddling in affairs that aren’t her own. A survivalist at heart, Ghisronia is good at adapting to hazardous situations, and is able to keep a cool head in the face of danger.
An expert actress, Ghisronia will usually pass for a fairly eloquent teenaged girl with a slight air of spitefulness about her, working to shield the full extent of her dark side.
Backstory: Born to a family of farmers, Ghisronia suffered at the hands of her abusive farther, until the day she snapped and killed him. Running away from home, Ghis spent a few months as a beggar and a thief, before falling in with a troupe of traveling performers. Having always had a skill for cooking, Ghisronia worked as a chef for the performers, whilst they honed her acting skills in return.
Plagued by memories of her mistreatment at the hands of her father, Ghis spent the majority of her childhood in melancholy, feeling like a victim, until the day of her second kill.
After a performance, a spectator from the audience followed the young girl back to her tent, attempting to force himself on her. After she refused his advances, her stalker became feral and violen; giving Ghisronia a black eye and a split lip. Enraged, she killed the man in a fit of anger, slashing his neck with one of her cooking knives.
Horrified about what might happen if the body was discovered, Ghis began to cannibalize the man who’d followed her, finding that taste of human flesh send electric sensations through every fibre of her being, in a manner that she had never before experienced. Ghis cooked the remains into a stew, which she served to the rest of the troupe; thus awakening a dark thirst that she would never be able to shake. Wherever the troupe travelled, Ghisronia would pick off easy targets, before feasting on their remains, and satisfying her gluttonous desires.
Ghisronia has continued to develop her acting skills, becoming an extremely convincing actress, as well as her thievery, to the point where she is a formidable pickpocket and con artist.
Other
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A slaver character should be fine, though I think slavery will be outlawed throughout the kingdom, though it would make sense that it would still be practiced away from that part of the continent.
Okay, cool. Like somewhere equivalent to Yunkai/Meereen etc?
Colour me interested! I have an idea for a slaver character, if that works.
Quick question: To what extent are our characters allowed to have ties with the supernatural? Just so I can get a general idea for when I start working on my character concept.
Dead Cruiser said
.Not a problem. Perhaps you could play as some manner of recent immigrant or transfer student, if it suits you.
Awesome sauce. I'll probably do something along those lines, then.
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