tatszico said
Thanks. I'm just sorry it took so long. :) But I love Italian names. Very fancy, sharp, and it rolls off the tongue so well! Giotto's an awesome name. :D
It also matches your Reborn! Avatar and signature
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I've got a handful of years experience Roleplaying here and elsewhere, so don't think me a rookie! My Avatar once looked like a part of some sort of time-theme, but that's just Chronos after he was brought back to life and upgraded! My more favored avatar is either Dimentio or the Azure Flame God, but how does one resist a clock face?
But that's in the Past. Now it's a pic of Gwyndolin, the Dark Sun!
Prepare yourself for the Persona of the week/Month/Minute/Whatever! Try to guess which Persona it is when you see it in my Signature! This little tidbit starts within a week!
My return to The Guild could mean many things! A new RP, a revival of an old idea, my participation in the arena as a Low-Rank Grunt, but most likely my return means that I'll participate in the more recent RPs!
With that said, remember to eat your porridge and limit your fire usage (we are drowning after all)!
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It also matches your Reborn! Avatar and signature
Jerkchicken said
I see Azelius as a cockier Adell from Disgaea
Red hair, uses a weapon that technically involves hand to hand combat...I think you're right! But that's just an first impression
I'll try, but with that many people and his size and armor, I don't know what I can do about it.
Ok, I'm at a loss, does anyone know where I should send ornstein?
I'm staying, just notify me when all the action begins.
How was Freya's intro?
Three days. She had been there for three days, and nothing caught her eye. It wasn't aggravating, nor annoying, but it was, however, disappointing. She had sat in different locations throughout the city each day, waiting to see if there were any unusual items that she could look at. She had sat in the alleyways, the marketplace, and the residential area, in her gentle, cross-legged fashion. Both residents and travelers alike had given her a second glance, or had been scared off by the strange outfit she wore. Some had even attempted to chase her away through the use of harsh words and threats, but she would remain in that spot until the latest hour, the beginning of a new day. When she did leave, she would return to the inn that had allowed her to stay, with the negotiation that she did not scare any of the other guests.
In her room, she would discard her day's clothes, revealing her bright, wonder-filled eyes, beautiful, flowing hair, and soft, fair skin, and then move on to a different routine. She would remove her horned helm, and polish and clean it, so it could be used again without discomfort. She cleaned her armor, and all of its trinkets, scales, and oddities. She would place herbs with a good smell in her boots and and greaves. Finally, she would don a more casual outfit over her pants, one that allowed her to sleep more easily on a bed, something she doesn't often have a chance to do anymore. She cherished it for the moment, and drift into blissful slumber.
…
Today is a new day. She would remove her night attire, and wear her traveling clothes once more, putting on her greaves, and boots, and armor. Then she would place the odd helmet on again. Before she made a move for the door, however, a child knocked and entered. it was the inn keeper's child. A boy, no older than five years, had come to sate his curiosity. He went up to her and asked, "What's your name, Mister?"
She smiled behind her helmet. It was normal for others to assume that she was a man, for the armor hid her womanly features. She gave soft laugh, and said in petit voice, "Freya"
The boy was surprised, to say the least. Freya always loved to see that.
As a courtesy, Freya never left an Inn without a parting gift. She kneeled down to the boy and looked into his eyes. She could see his potential. He could become a wise scholar, but she could tell that he wanted to become a brave leader. In response, she reached her hand out to him. Stretching her fingers outward, she revealed a ring with an orange jewel. Inside the jewel was a signet of an owl. She placed it into the boy's hand and placed a finger on his lips to keep him from saying anything. She said to him, "Keep this ring. It is a sign of our friendship. I see your potential to become a wise leader. Wear this as you grow, and it will guide you when you need it."
Freya took her finger off the boy's lips, and he nodded to her. Freya stood up, and took hold of her belongings. She carried the large blue cloth, which was filled with heavy armor, out the Inn's doors. As she looked back, she found the boy looking out the window of the room she had been in for three nights. He wore the ring. She smiled behind her Helmet, and continued to walk.
As Freya walked, she could hear the winds of change...
In her room, she would discard her day's clothes, revealing her bright, wonder-filled eyes, beautiful, flowing hair, and soft, fair skin, and then move on to a different routine. She would remove her horned helm, and polish and clean it, so it could be used again without discomfort. She cleaned her armor, and all of its trinkets, scales, and oddities. She would place herbs with a good smell in her boots and and greaves. Finally, she would don a more casual outfit over her pants, one that allowed her to sleep more easily on a bed, something she doesn't often have a chance to do anymore. She cherished it for the moment, and drift into blissful slumber.
…
Today is a new day. She would remove her night attire, and wear her traveling clothes once more, putting on her greaves, and boots, and armor. Then she would place the odd helmet on again. Before she made a move for the door, however, a child knocked and entered. it was the inn keeper's child. A boy, no older than five years, had come to sate his curiosity. He went up to her and asked, "What's your name, Mister?"
She smiled behind her helmet. It was normal for others to assume that she was a man, for the armor hid her womanly features. She gave soft laugh, and said in petit voice, "Freya"
The boy was surprised, to say the least. Freya always loved to see that.
As a courtesy, Freya never left an Inn without a parting gift. She kneeled down to the boy and looked into his eyes. She could see his potential. He could become a wise scholar, but she could tell that he wanted to become a brave leader. In response, she reached her hand out to him. Stretching her fingers outward, she revealed a ring with an orange jewel. Inside the jewel was a signet of an owl. She placed it into the boy's hand and placed a finger on his lips to keep him from saying anything. She said to him, "Keep this ring. It is a sign of our friendship. I see your potential to become a wise leader. Wear this as you grow, and it will guide you when you need it."
Freya took her finger off the boy's lips, and he nodded to her. Freya stood up, and took hold of her belongings. She carried the large blue cloth, which was filled with heavy armor, out the Inn's doors. As she looked back, she found the boy looking out the window of the room she had been in for three nights. He wore the ring. She smiled behind her Helmet, and continued to walk.
As Freya walked, she could hear the winds of change...
Hey everyone! HW is killing me, but I should be able to give a post sometime tonight. Sorry.
Oh dang... I didn't know we started. Give like an hour. I'll have to read and make Freya's entrance
Anyone have any idea what ornstein should do? At this point he's just waiting outside somewhere
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