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Sweet! I need a job like that.
Er, question... You're playing Connor, so... I need him to react to Devika's presence. Yell at her, fire at her, flirt with her, even tell her 'I'm busy', give me something to work with!
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^_^ He lives! I figured you'd be back.. How's the new job?
>_< I missed posts in here, I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Er... what kind of equipment are we getting, exactly? The stuff we laid out in our profile? *confused*
Whooo, gainful employment!
So what will you be doing?
So what will you be doing?
(You're back, whee!)
Devika followed the auras of the three men, starting to pick up into a light trot as she felt magical energy pick up. It went from background noise, a steady but quiet hum, to a sudden crescendo. "Oh, crap..." She brushed her fingertips over a ring on her hand, one with a black gem, and felt the energy of her own magic start to increase. Her boots skidded on the dirt in the alley, as she stepped into view.
With an easy smile and a slight sway of the hips, she smiled at the two men as if Connor wasn't pointing a weapon. She completely ignored the detective behind the garbage can, hoping he'd get the hint and get the hell out. "Oh, Connor! I meant to ask, before you left." She pulled a memory of embarrassment to the forefront of her mind, bringing a blush to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. "I won two tickets to a concert, I thought I'd ask you if you wanted to go..." She smiled, making sure to let her dimples show. "So... ah... how about it?" She leaned forward just enough to make her cleavage a distraction. All she needed was to keep his attention for just a bit.
Devika followed the auras of the three men, starting to pick up into a light trot as she felt magical energy pick up. It went from background noise, a steady but quiet hum, to a sudden crescendo. "Oh, crap..." She brushed her fingertips over a ring on her hand, one with a black gem, and felt the energy of her own magic start to increase. Her boots skidded on the dirt in the alley, as she stepped into view.
With an easy smile and a slight sway of the hips, she smiled at the two men as if Connor wasn't pointing a weapon. She completely ignored the detective behind the garbage can, hoping he'd get the hint and get the hell out. "Oh, Connor! I meant to ask, before you left." She pulled a memory of embarrassment to the forefront of her mind, bringing a blush to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. "I won two tickets to a concert, I thought I'd ask you if you wanted to go..." She smiled, making sure to let her dimples show. "So... ah... how about it?" She leaned forward just enough to make her cleavage a distraction. All she needed was to keep his attention for just a bit.
Full Name: Jinayah
Nicknames: Jin
Race: Human (blood), Goblin (upbringing)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Hair: Black, short
Skin: Brown, with ritual scars
Eyes: Black
Height:5'0''
Weight:(optional but encouraged)
Place of Birth: Unnamed forest
Appearance: Petite and skinny, short black hair, narrow black eyes. Stone chip earrings though both ears, and ritual markings across her torso, one marking the village she was raised in and one from her family.
Occupation in the frontier forces: thief, and what could be loosely translated to 'glory-seeker'.
Gear of choice: Gray bat-leather breast band and loincloth, with leggings and boots that she has to be reminded to wear. A pair of plain, sturdy daggers. A set of lockpicks, and a small purple gem on a leather strap around her neck.
Positive Personality Traits: Energetic, driven, intelligent, charitable, respectful to elders
Negative Personality Traits: prejudiced, impulsive, tends to swear, ignores rules
Misc. Quirks:Jin's grasp of human language is limited. She has little body shame, not knowing that it's somewhat unacceptable for a human woman to show her torso. For any goblin, the skin is to be shown, not hidden.
Likes: food, shiny objects, children, high places, mushroom soup
Dislikes: water (she can't swim), sweet things, loud noises, small spaces
Hobbies:(optional but encouraged): study of helpful and poisonous plants, practicing with her daggers, learning new things
Paired character: Korlash
Connection with paired character: Civil enemies/ almost friends/teacher-student
(Fantastico!)
History: Jinayah was born to a pair of nomadic adventurers, a warrior and a small-time air mage. Her parents were decent adventurers with terrible luck. Their lives were taken by a thug gang near the mountains. Luckily said gang had some form of heart- they left the now-orphaned baby Jin alone, wailing in the forest. Baby Jin cried her little eyes out, but when her parents did not wake, she started to wander. She made it into a series of caves and busied herself trying to catch fireflies.
It was here that her fate was changed forever. The evening time is when the local goblin village went to gather and forage. They found the innocent baby playing there at the mouth of one of their caves. She showed no fear of them, and in fact, seemed more curious about their ears than anything else. After a lot of discussion and a trip to the village elder, it was decided. As there was no human settlement within a short traveling distance, the goblins decided to raise the child as one of their own.
Like any goblin orphan, little Jin became the village's child, raised by all, taught by all, and loved by all. The goblin children learned to accept the tiny-eared, brown skinned, skinny human as just another one of them. Life was happy for Jin, for the most part. Sometimes she slept and dreamt of screaming, but for the most part, she learned to work, fight, and live. The goblins discovered she was a natural thief, already drawn to shiny things like a magpie. They taught her to hone that talent, to move silently and swiftly. When she was about ten, her magic started to show, the gift of the winds. The few magicians in the village trained her to harness those skills, but she showed much more promise in the physical arts than the magical.
When her coming of age was at hand, she chose to go out in the world and seek a fortune for the village, to make her name great and make everyone proud. She was seen off with much love, luck and tears, to make her way in the world.
The first city she came to opened her young eyes to the world. Goblins are traders by nature, exchanging one useful thing for another. Jin had no concept of money or price, and when she tried to trade useful quartz for an apple at a human vendor's cart, she was laughed at, then chased away. She spent days hungry, and finally resorted to stealing when she was ignored by everyone who she tried to get help from.
Korlash, an elven city guard caught up with her when she was stealing one night. She managed to escape, but the massive ham she'd swiped was left behind to him. After that, they encountered each other many more times. Jin was very good at escaping, but Korlash pushed her to the limits. Once, after such a chase, she followed him home and helped herself to some of his food. He chased her out, but she returned a week later. Soon, he became more or less used to her, as she never tried to hurt him, and never took more than food. Eventually, he allowed her to sleep there during nights with bad weather, and began to teach her the local language as well as etiquette.
Nicknames: Jin
Race: Human (blood), Goblin (upbringing)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Hair: Black, short
Skin: Brown, with ritual scars
Eyes: Black
Height:5'0''
Weight:(optional but encouraged)
Place of Birth: Unnamed forest
Appearance: Petite and skinny, short black hair, narrow black eyes. Stone chip earrings though both ears, and ritual markings across her torso, one marking the village she was raised in and one from her family.
Occupation in the frontier forces: thief, and what could be loosely translated to 'glory-seeker'.
Gear of choice: Gray bat-leather breast band and loincloth, with leggings and boots that she has to be reminded to wear. A pair of plain, sturdy daggers. A set of lockpicks, and a small purple gem on a leather strap around her neck.
Positive Personality Traits: Energetic, driven, intelligent, charitable, respectful to elders
Negative Personality Traits: prejudiced, impulsive, tends to swear, ignores rules
Misc. Quirks:Jin's grasp of human language is limited. She has little body shame, not knowing that it's somewhat unacceptable for a human woman to show her torso. For any goblin, the skin is to be shown, not hidden.
Likes: food, shiny objects, children, high places, mushroom soup
Dislikes: water (she can't swim), sweet things, loud noises, small spaces
Hobbies:(optional but encouraged): study of helpful and poisonous plants, practicing with her daggers, learning new things
Paired character: Korlash
Connection with paired character: Civil enemies/ almost friends/teacher-student
(Fantastico!)
History: Jinayah was born to a pair of nomadic adventurers, a warrior and a small-time air mage. Her parents were decent adventurers with terrible luck. Their lives were taken by a thug gang near the mountains. Luckily said gang had some form of heart- they left the now-orphaned baby Jin alone, wailing in the forest. Baby Jin cried her little eyes out, but when her parents did not wake, she started to wander. She made it into a series of caves and busied herself trying to catch fireflies.
It was here that her fate was changed forever. The evening time is when the local goblin village went to gather and forage. They found the innocent baby playing there at the mouth of one of their caves. She showed no fear of them, and in fact, seemed more curious about their ears than anything else. After a lot of discussion and a trip to the village elder, it was decided. As there was no human settlement within a short traveling distance, the goblins decided to raise the child as one of their own.
Like any goblin orphan, little Jin became the village's child, raised by all, taught by all, and loved by all. The goblin children learned to accept the tiny-eared, brown skinned, skinny human as just another one of them. Life was happy for Jin, for the most part. Sometimes she slept and dreamt of screaming, but for the most part, she learned to work, fight, and live. The goblins discovered she was a natural thief, already drawn to shiny things like a magpie. They taught her to hone that talent, to move silently and swiftly. When she was about ten, her magic started to show, the gift of the winds. The few magicians in the village trained her to harness those skills, but she showed much more promise in the physical arts than the magical.
When her coming of age was at hand, she chose to go out in the world and seek a fortune for the village, to make her name great and make everyone proud. She was seen off with much love, luck and tears, to make her way in the world.
The first city she came to opened her young eyes to the world. Goblins are traders by nature, exchanging one useful thing for another. Jin had no concept of money or price, and when she tried to trade useful quartz for an apple at a human vendor's cart, she was laughed at, then chased away. She spent days hungry, and finally resorted to stealing when she was ignored by everyone who she tried to get help from.
Korlash, an elven city guard caught up with her when she was stealing one night. She managed to escape, but the massive ham she'd swiped was left behind to him. After that, they encountered each other many more times. Jin was very good at escaping, but Korlash pushed her to the limits. Once, after such a chase, she followed him home and helped herself to some of his food. He chased her out, but she returned a week later. Soon, he became more or less used to her, as she never tried to hurt him, and never took more than food. Eventually, he allowed her to sleep there during nights with bad weather, and began to teach her the local language as well as etiquette.
Sorry guys, been stuck. It's 10:30am and I've been up maybe an hour but all I can think about is going back to sleep... anyway, I'll try to get something longer than a half paragraph together.
I may try that. Just... chill out tomorrow and do something different. There's a park near my house. I think taking a walk with some music may do me some good. I've got the house to myself tomorrow, so getting out of it is a plan.
I don't know if 'thank you' would be the right phrase, but... it does help that you get the alcohol thing. I just tell people I don't like the taste, when I'm out, or that I'm driving. While taste does have something to do with it, most of it is just me being afraid of... well, you know. I can't really call myself an alcoholic when I can count the amount of drinks I've had on two hands. But I know something about the pattern of thinking that goes behind the need for a drugged oblivion.
*fidgets, then hugs* It's nice to have someone to talk to about this kind of thing that actually gets it.
I don't know if 'thank you' would be the right phrase, but... it does help that you get the alcohol thing. I just tell people I don't like the taste, when I'm out, or that I'm driving. While taste does have something to do with it, most of it is just me being afraid of... well, you know. I can't really call myself an alcoholic when I can count the amount of drinks I've had on two hands. But I know something about the pattern of thinking that goes behind the need for a drugged oblivion.
*fidgets, then hugs* It's nice to have someone to talk to about this kind of thing that actually gets it.
*half smile* Thanks for being encouraging and understanding. Yesterday was just bad for me. I got an emotional double-whammy that left me feeling so drained that I couldn't even summon the energy to get off my bed to turn off the lights.
I don't drink, mostly because I know I would like it way too much. What I think about when I think about alcohol is not being loosened up, it's drinking until I can't hurt anymore. *rubs the back of her neck* So I keep away.
Anyway, I do feel bad about not posting. I have a vague idea of where I want to go, but... my energy lately is just gone. I've been meaning to draw something, anything, for going on two weeks, but I can't even pick up a pencil without my mind going to static. *rubs face* Writing's a bit easier, but just barely. I don't know why I can't get anything done. I'm just going through a really hard time.
Usually that doesn't bring me down so hard, but... it's several things at once that are going on, so I've just got to claw my way back to the light.
I don't drink, mostly because I know I would like it way too much. What I think about when I think about alcohol is not being loosened up, it's drinking until I can't hurt anymore. *rubs the back of her neck* So I keep away.
Anyway, I do feel bad about not posting. I have a vague idea of where I want to go, but... my energy lately is just gone. I've been meaning to draw something, anything, for going on two weeks, but I can't even pick up a pencil without my mind going to static. *rubs face* Writing's a bit easier, but just barely. I don't know why I can't get anything done. I'm just going through a really hard time.
Usually that doesn't bring me down so hard, but... it's several things at once that are going on, so I've just got to claw my way back to the light.
Less this story, more everything...
I hit a wall last night. Got so... burdened that I couldn't move.
Sometimes I wish I could drink, you know?
I'll try to get something together for you.
I apologize for being a crappy partner.
How are you?
I hit a wall last night. Got so... burdened that I couldn't move.
Sometimes I wish I could drink, you know?
I'll try to get something together for you.
I apologize for being a crappy partner.
How are you?
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