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Name: Zinzie Searoby, The Witch King of the Wandering Nation
Age: 29
Race: Witch

Appearance: He is very tall and lanky. Zinzie is 6'5", and had long limbs and knobby joints. His skin is a fair olive complexion, and his eyes are a rich brown. His hair, constantly in a state of disaster, is curly and brown. Zinzie's fashion of choice is flowy, loose clothing. Shirts of light, sheer fabric, pants with a drawstring, shoes (if any) made of soft hide. He hates winter, or being forced to bundle up. He can often be seen using a warming potion just so that he doesn't have to. His overall waifish appearance often has him underestimated, but don't let him fool you. Zinzie is an extraordinarily gifted witch.

Personality: Not what you may think of when thinking of a powerful king; Zinzie marches to the beat of his own drums. He's friendly, maybe a bit goofy, maybe a bit scatterbrained, and a little bit cryptic. Zinzie is very intelligent, but you certainly wouldn't think it at first; he loves nothing more than to play dumb. His sense of humor and unassuming nature leads people, somewhat intentionally, into underestimating his ability as a king. However, having successfully led a caravan of five hundred thousand since teenagerhood, Zinzie is anything but incompetent.


Zinzie is never caught without his set of potions. These include:

Healing potion x3
Sleeping draught x2
A very lethal poison x1
Truth serum x1
Draught of confusion x3

Potion making supplies

An enchanted pan pipe - bestills peace on those who hear it

His familiar - A small, shaggy black dog that never leaves his side


Shire is Zinzie's familiar. He takes the form of a small, black dog with wiry hair. While not initially concerning, a witch's familiar is far more than just a pet. Shire is very intelligent, and has the ability to commune with Zinzie, and even has a little magic of his own. His best and most useful trick is changing shape. Zinzie can hit Shire with a transfiguration spell to turn him into another animal that would prove useful at the time. Ultimately, Shire chooses the animal. The limitations of this being that Shire must be close to Zinzie to transform.

It's also rumored that Shire and Zinzie can transform together into one, very formidable form. What this form is has yet to be discovered, as Zinzie hasn't shared it with his people.

Profession: King of the Wandering Nation


The Wandering Nation is a massive caravan of nomads that travel through the land, self sustained by wagons that grow food, herds of their own cattle, and a little magic. Word has it that it's numbers are over half a million. It all began when the tyrannical King Braspian IV targeted a small, peaceful nation that just so happened to sit upon a large iron deposit. His army all but flattened the nation, and he intended on rounding up the citizens, whom he saw as filthy witches and thieves, and selling them all into slavery. Fortunately, the current king, Zinzie's great grandfather, evacuated the land and took the last of his army to meet King Braspian at the border to earn them enough time to escape. All of them were brutally slaughtered, but the nation survived, in spirit at least.

That was the birth of the Wandering Nation: a whole population of people without a land. Zinzie's great grandmother lead it as queen, then passed it down to his grandfather, and his father, who died in battled with a caravan of thieves when Zinzie was 17, thus passing the crown to him. Since then, it has only grown in numbers, gathering those who Braspian has forced from their homes, those who seek refuge.

As one can imaging, the Wandering Nation isn't on the best terms with King Braspian, as they exist solely to spite him. The idea of an opposing king vexes him. To further gall, this king is a witch! The citizens of the old country were well known to dabble in magic, and the royal family were known witches, and powerful ones at that. Zinzie is no exception. The Wandering Nation has an unusually high population of witches, mages, and wizards, all of whom make it more of a threat to the tyrant king they oppose. He's avoided tangling with them thus far, as he fears the magic they wield.

Recently, Zinzie has been mingling with the League of Princes, toying with the idea of going to war to finally overthrow the evil king. Doing so would give his people the freedom to finally claim a land again.

Shared Worldbuilding: An audience with the King

I'm looking for someone interested in playing a female lead.

This story will center around the daughter of a notoriously ruthless king. Although she doesn't share his views, or approve of his methods, she keeps quiet because there's little she can do about it. Everyone fears the king.

The king is known for attacking and absorbing weaker nations, as is what happened to the male lead's homeland. He, a former soldier of the defeated army, was then captured and taken for a slave. He works in the palace under cruel conditions, and is less than pleased with his circumstance. Over time, he and the princess form a bond, and come to the conclusion that they can't let this go on any longer. They must flee the palace and set out to find a way to defeat the princess's father and overthrow his sinister reign.


18+ only, please

I do not like to write erotica. Any sex scene will be glazed over.

This RP takes place in a fictional world with medieval technology. Some magic may exist and may come into play at some point.
There's a little wooden dock and a couple old canoes
Joe walked away in the first post
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I love playing around with Hero Machine Alpha, and at this moment, I've got the urge to experiment. If anyone would like me to design a Hero Machine model of their character, let me know. I'll probably be at it for about an hour, so act quickly!

Limitations: Unfortunately, Hero Machine has it's downfalls.

Kids (no child body types)
Non-muscular body builds (tend to be difficult, but not entirely impossible.

Superheroes are probably your best bet. I also love making aliens!

Sasha shoved the canvas tent flaps aside and stepped up onto the wooden platform the structure sat on. He noticed two people, a man and a woman, introducing themselves. His new tentmates, clearly. As the woman snagged one bottom bunk, Sasha tossed his bag on the other. There was no way he was climbing up and down that tiny ass ladder every day. He listened as the man announced his name, putting it away to hopefully not forget. Sasha opened his duffel bag and pulled out a clean tank top, and peeled the currently soaked one off of his skin. The fresh, dry cotton on his skin was a small and welcomed relief as he pulled the new one on, then slathered on some antiperspirant to try and keep it remotely dry and stink free.

He turned to the other two and stepped towards them to enter the conversation. "Sasha Belov," He said, his voice deep and his accent relativity thick. He held his left hand out to offer a shake, keeping his right arm to himself. The bionic limb wasn't always well received; some people were a bit skeptical of it.

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