Interested.
Also @knighthawk I busted out laughing when I read son of toad.
Well if you get past the green skin, ray park with a 6 foot tongue gets at least a 3rd date. ~_^
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Well if you get past the green skin, ray park with a 6 foot tongue gets at least a 3rd date. ~_^
Name:
'Father' Conner O'Conner
Nature:
Manipulator:
You have always been fascinated by others. Why do people behave as they do? What thoughts and emotions affect their actions? The cognitive process that influences the choices people make intrigue you. Sometimes just asking people questions about their actions can yield important information, but often people do not truly understand their own motivations and concerns. In these cases, it is far easier to set up situations, experiments, if you will, to see how people behave. You attempt to manipulate these situations for your personal advantage, in order to discover more information about your chosen subjects. Some might call these experiments cruel, but to you it is mere scientific necessity.
Demeanor:
Confidant:
You understand people, and, more importantly, you like them. You are a facilitator who listens and advises. People confess to you and in return you give them advice, most of which is good (though sometimes your advice is more for your own benefit than for that of the recipient). You are very interested in other people, and who and what they are.
Personalities fascinate you, as do the sickness and beauty of human nature.
Age:
35
Race:
Irish/scottish
Sex:
As often as possible.
Appearance:
The fire red hair of youth has matured to chestnut brown, kept longish even against the trying times. He stands tall at 6'4" with a workers build.
Likes:
People with a weakness for women, Food with a weakness for Chinese cooking, Reading with a weakness for ghastly stories.
Dislikes:
Women abusers, Strong alcohol, Dogs
Positive Aspects:
[EX]“You can talk to me.”
[EX]“Fair pay for Fair work, everyone has something they don't need for a something they don't want to do.”
[EX]“You just brought a knife to a sword-fight.”
Negative Aspects:
[EX]“...Is it supposed to itch?”
[EX]“Say that word again and loose something you are fond of..”
[EX]“These aren't gunfighter hands... these are farmers hands.”
Quirks, Tells, Tics;
Inventory:
Belt with Sawed off coach-gun and holster, Deputy Badge, Horse, Scottish basket-hilt broadsword.
Father: Keenan O'Connor
Mother: Rene O'Connor
Older Brother: Seamus
Eldest sister: Dallas
Older sister: Heather
Back-story:
Second son and fourth born, he was not likely to inherit much in the family so he was already trying to plan for a life from the farm. He was always a hard worker, but it was a means to an end, food on the table and clothing on the back. when he was finished with his chores he would wander to the next farm over for work there, not out of some workhorse complex, but to validate his wandering to the next farm over, and the one after that...
Soon enough he was gone for the night and back in the morning with more than what he left with. Be it food or bits and bobbins. His family got used to him being around less and less often while bringing things back when he returned. Until the day he sent something home by post.
He had made it to the town and established himself as a ready laborer doing small jobs all day and learning a dozen parts of a dozen skills. He became a jack of all trades but master of none, but this was all the medium, the means to an end. His real skill was people, listening understanding, talking over chores while learning tidbits. He hadn't realized it at home, as he already knew his family. But out here it was a well of humanity to drink from and he was so thirsty.
People had a way of unburdening themselves to him, often joking that he must have been a priest in a past life. More than once he impersonated the town priest for confession and oh the secrets the shared then! He moved up from hamlet to small town to begin again. Keeping the Padre persona on hand if need be. He started challenging things, testing the human condition a bit in small ways, lie here, omission there questionable requests under the guise of papacy such as off ways to perform acts of contrition or humility. There was a power there he learned as well as a limit and cost to that power.
He tried his hustle in the big city and got his legs taken out from under him. He woke up on a westbound train with nothing but a blanket to his name with cracked ribs. Fashioning the blanket, one of the other riders said it reminded him of an Irishman's kilt. While not accurate, there was a bit of freedom in it and so he adopted a new persona for wherever the train dropped him off and made a name for himself, quite literally. He arrived in Houston and kept hopping west until he found himself in favorable conditions to have a favor for someone with pull where he got himself deputized and given the chance to be more than a conman or handy man or man of god, but a lawman.
'Father' Conner O'Conner
Nature:
Manipulator:
You have always been fascinated by others. Why do people behave as they do? What thoughts and emotions affect their actions? The cognitive process that influences the choices people make intrigue you. Sometimes just asking people questions about their actions can yield important information, but often people do not truly understand their own motivations and concerns. In these cases, it is far easier to set up situations, experiments, if you will, to see how people behave. You attempt to manipulate these situations for your personal advantage, in order to discover more information about your chosen subjects. Some might call these experiments cruel, but to you it is mere scientific necessity.
Demeanor:
Confidant:
You understand people, and, more importantly, you like them. You are a facilitator who listens and advises. People confess to you and in return you give them advice, most of which is good (though sometimes your advice is more for your own benefit than for that of the recipient). You are very interested in other people, and who and what they are.
Personalities fascinate you, as do the sickness and beauty of human nature.
Age:
35
Race:
Irish/scottish
Sex:
As often as possible.
Appearance:
The fire red hair of youth has matured to chestnut brown, kept longish even against the trying times. He stands tall at 6'4" with a workers build.
Likes:
People with a weakness for women, Food with a weakness for Chinese cooking, Reading with a weakness for ghastly stories.
Dislikes:
Women abusers, Strong alcohol, Dogs
Positive Aspects:
[EX]“You can talk to me.”
[EX]“Fair pay for Fair work, everyone has something they don't need for a something they don't want to do.”
[EX]“You just brought a knife to a sword-fight.”
Negative Aspects:
[EX]“...Is it supposed to itch?”
[EX]“Say that word again and loose something you are fond of..”
[EX]“These aren't gunfighter hands... these are farmers hands.”
Quirks, Tells, Tics;
Inventory:
Belt with Sawed off coach-gun and holster, Deputy Badge, Horse, Scottish basket-hilt broadsword.
Father: Keenan O'Connor
Mother: Rene O'Connor
Older Brother: Seamus
Eldest sister: Dallas
Older sister: Heather
Back-story:
Second son and fourth born, he was not likely to inherit much in the family so he was already trying to plan for a life from the farm. He was always a hard worker, but it was a means to an end, food on the table and clothing on the back. when he was finished with his chores he would wander to the next farm over for work there, not out of some workhorse complex, but to validate his wandering to the next farm over, and the one after that...
Soon enough he was gone for the night and back in the morning with more than what he left with. Be it food or bits and bobbins. His family got used to him being around less and less often while bringing things back when he returned. Until the day he sent something home by post.
He had made it to the town and established himself as a ready laborer doing small jobs all day and learning a dozen parts of a dozen skills. He became a jack of all trades but master of none, but this was all the medium, the means to an end. His real skill was people, listening understanding, talking over chores while learning tidbits. He hadn't realized it at home, as he already knew his family. But out here it was a well of humanity to drink from and he was so thirsty.
People had a way of unburdening themselves to him, often joking that he must have been a priest in a past life. More than once he impersonated the town priest for confession and oh the secrets the shared then! He moved up from hamlet to small town to begin again. Keeping the Padre persona on hand if need be. He started challenging things, testing the human condition a bit in small ways, lie here, omission there questionable requests under the guise of papacy such as off ways to perform acts of contrition or humility. There was a power there he learned as well as a limit and cost to that power.
He tried his hustle in the big city and got his legs taken out from under him. He woke up on a westbound train with nothing but a blanket to his name with cracked ribs. Fashioning the blanket, one of the other riders said it reminded him of an Irishman's kilt. While not accurate, there was a bit of freedom in it and so he adopted a new persona for wherever the train dropped him off and made a name for himself, quite literally. He arrived in Houston and kept hopping west until he found himself in favorable conditions to have a favor for someone with pull where he got himself deputized and given the chance to be more than a conman or handy man or man of god, but a lawman.
I'm thinking of 'the son of Toad' trying to be a goodguy o make u for the sins of his father.
Lob
Location: The camp
Interacting With: Food
Interacting With: Food
Lob seemed to be talking to a log the way 'Bear' ignored him to eat her food and think. He was about to provoke a response when strange sounds came from one direction and a scent from the other. Ash was up as was the alpha as she flit to the tree like a squirrel. Bard and big went after the sounds with only a single order to the camp.
"Oi! Mind the food while I'm out."
As Alpha had not given him any commands like before when they found 'Bear', he took the opening to be good and went to huddle over the food. With his more sensitive nose, he hunkered down and waited for the smell of burning. He had two packs before this one, one with the smallfolk dogriders and one with many different kinds like now. With the riders, he was taught how to hunt and forage while others cooked. With his second pack, he was taught at least how to not burn things. That the "black smell" is a bad smell for food, or the smell of a war-caster nearby.
SO now he sat, the strongest warrior in the pack, watching the food while two and two go see who else is coming for food. Gingerly, he licked his fingers to clean them and split the contents of the food to two halves for any more people while waiting to be called for more help.
<Snipped quote by Lady Amalthea>
XDDD I remember actually reading what interesting weapons to use for my 5th edition d&d character, and one suggestion was a 10 ft high gong that the bard carried around on a cart XDDDDD That was the funniest answer I have seen. That, and the triangle.
Edit: anyways, bed time for me!! night all!!
You all are so funny!! idk what to do without you all lol
I have suggestions... ;)
@Salrynn
Ya know, I actually wanted to get a gong as a shield for my Valor Bard. Everytime you hit it it would make a loud booming echo, perfect for drawing everyone's attention away from the rogues. But alas, my GM said that there wasn't a smith who knew how to make such a thing...
Also just a heads up, I'm currently in a collab with yours truly, so I apologize in advance if I end up ignoring someone who came after Sona or went to look for Malkus.
one method:
Shield of spell storing is set to release the spell when a player is successfully hit as part of a contingency.
Set a thunder or sonic based spell and there you go.
other method:
take the same cost as a wand of (thunder or sonic spell) and add the cost to a +1 shield. you now have a +1 shield that casts the thunderclap or whatever whenever struck.
@knighthawk @Lucius Cypher ~Gm check to create whatever outcome entertains her the most~ I really like my odds :p
And oh Lord, he just wants his Snu-Snu, lol
Let's just be lucky it isn't rutting season. Is it?
@knighthawk Am I going to have to bring Shela in just to keep him from snuggling the whole group?
...mmmaaayyybee... :D
<Snipped quote by knighthawk>
*Escape Artist 1d20+10*
Grapple check 1d20+11 (BAB+6 & +5 str), I like my odds.
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