POOHEAD189 is a Moderator. They assist users and keep the forum running smoothly. They have power across all forums.


Recent Statuses

10 hrs ago
Current I need to concentrate on posts. I need to concentrate on posts. I need to concentrate on posts. I need to concentrate on posts.
11 hrs ago
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the series. But I can't imagine anyone actually paying real money for DBS manga.
1 day ago
No horny! *bonk* Pandemic is still here!
1 day ago
Thank you for the birthday wishes, everyone!
1 day ago
It's my 30th birthday and my 5 year anniversary on the guild! 5 years is far too short a time to be around such admirable hobbitses!


About Me

Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 29
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).

Current Projects/Freelance work

  • I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
  • I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
  • I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.

Interests (Includes but is not limited to)

  • Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
  • Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
  • Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
  • History (Military History is my specialty)
  • Zoology
  • Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
  • Voice Acting/Singing
  • Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
  • Weaponry of all kinds
  • Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
  • Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
  • Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
  • Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
  • There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P

Roleplay F.A.Q.

  • Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
  • Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
  • I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
  • I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!


Most Recent Posts

@Kenshi So how do you wish to start the conflict? I think your guy would probably come in demanding the prisoner and Phardax would be like "step off bitch"

@Obscene Symphony@Scribe of Thoth@ThatCharacter@Tony Pajamas@Zin20

Kayden hadn't realized his approach would cause a stir. For the life of him, he thought Valerian was behind him, and so he strode up to the table with an imperious nonchalance, wearing that same easy smile. Truth be told, despite being on different 'teams' he quite enjoyed the Lions before him. Kellen seemed an extremely swell fellow and Auberon, though brash, was as dedicated a leader as Kayden was, he was sure. Lienna he couldn't quite gauge, but he wasn't going to assume the worst unless she proved it. If nothing else, she was attractive and hadn't immediately proven to be aggressive, which was more than he could say about other noblewomen.

The Prince began to speak before Kellen nearly leaped out of his seat for him.

"No, no, no, Don't get up, my friend!" Kayden chuckled earnestly, speaking almost simultaneously with Auberon's same rebuke. "I'd rather sit with you than take your seat-"

He halted when Auberon's words caught his attention. Kayden turned and saw Valerian over at another table and...Saskia!? He hadn't seen her in quite awhile. Strange, he hadn't yet sat down but he supposed they wanted to make an Eagle's only nest. At Lienna's words, he fully spun in her direction and gave an impressive bow with his full plate. "Good evening, my lady. It brightens my day to see such beauty amongst us. As for myself, it seems I was just mistaken in my team's sitting intentions, Auberon. Perhaps we can visit later?" Without skipping a beat, he inclined his head to the Lions, as if everything that transpired was either intentional or simply amusing.

"Have a lovely day, my friends. Perhaps we'll speak tonight. Pardon my sudden intrusion."

With that, he bowed low once more. Evidentially the training of courtly etiquette included balancing. His food remained stationary upon his plate, well in his hand. He turned and strode over to his teammates once again. "My apologies, I went to say hello to the competition. How's the food?"
"Test! Test! Test!" They each cried in their strange dialects, hands slamming on the table. Each of these Captains was a character in their own eccentric right, yet here they found themselves united as a community like any citizen of a greater nation. He guessed everyone needed a group to identify with, even if they like as not backstabbed one another when outside of this very room. Sketti and the other slayer were whispering to each other, now side by side as every Captain turned to regard Markus. Jaego needed but raise his hand, and a hush fell over the room like a cascading wave.

All watched in silence. A gap toothed woman sat beside a man of ebony skin with earrings of bones, and they both sat next to a strange Arabyan with a bloated throat like some odd toad. The defeaning quiet lasted too long, by Markus estimation. The seal only broken when Jaego reached into his resplendent jacket and drew forth a well kept map, colored by the fine, flowing ink of a Tilean artist. Sprawling it across the ivory table, Jaego beckoned Markus to step forward with a gesture.

Slowly, the Captain stepped forward. It was a map of the entirety of the world, though whether it was accurate or not was something he couldn't begin to guess. He blinked, watching Jaego slide his bejeweled fingers across thousands upon thousands of leagues before pointing at a landmass. It was derelict in shape, below the fabled lands of Cathay. It took a moment for Markus to understand.

"You want me to go to Ind?" He asked slowly, and he suddenly realized he was the only one to make a sound.

"Yes. You are to go to Ind, to retrieve something for us." Jaego Roth replied. Markus could guess he had a wild streak to him, else he wouldn't be leader here. But at the moment, he had the manner of a learned scholar. The man knew of the land in his travels, perhaps? "There is an artifact there, called the Orb of Winds. An item that can change the course of any sea battle fought on ships, and could speed your way across the open ocean twice as fast as one might normally. You and your crew are to go to Ind, to the Temple of Kardesh where it resides, upon the south eastern coast of the land."

He had to fight to not turn and look at Emmaline, who was the only real member of his crew here, save maybe Sketti. "If I get this for you...I will be in the court?"

Jaego Roth stared at him, before he laughed. A low chuckle at first, but soon it was a full belly laugh that sent everyone else around him into an uproar. Had he been anywhere else, Markus would have shot someone again. He was not one to be taken lightly, but here he waited patiently before their mirth subsided.

"My boy, if you give us this. You can become a high captain. The 11th of the brethren."
I do not think I'll have the time, but I'll throw in a 'perhaps.'

I got 2 6's, is that gud?

6 , 6 , 5 , 4
Markus was taken aback for a moment, though he did well to hide it. He had expected a quick vote or to be shot down immediately, not some strange pirate ritual. Morgan likely knew nothing of this either, else he would have said something. The room had grown quieter, now only with a few vague whispers reaching anyone's ears. Markus could even hear the creaks of the aisles and chairs, and the breathing of the cutthroats surrounding him. The slayer captain barked out something in a strange language. If memory served, the Dwarf tongue was called Khazalid. Sketti fired back a retort like a whip, and Markus couldn't tell if they were arguing or if they were old friends.

"Well?" The Brettonian Captain asked impatiently.

Markus wasn't certain what they were expecting really, so he would wing it. He did that a lot more than people expected, though he wouldn't remain Captain long if word got out. Hopefully his decision to make Emmaline his woman wouldn't haunt him in such a manner, but there was no worrying over it now.

"Most of you were born of the sea." He began, his voice cutting into the silence. "I wasn't. My father wasn't a sailor. His father wasn't. I was a bastard, born in the border country. By the sea yes, but...it was only a few years ago when I left the battlefields of the Old World to sail, and it was only a fortnight ago that I became a pirate." Even before his words left his mouth, there was a sudden burst of shouts and general mumbling. Only when Jaego Roth glared at those that surrounded him did it subside.

"Move along, boy." He said, gesticulating with his pipe.

"My crew was underfed. Underpaid. We worked through storms and waves, raiders and serpents! And our captain took the lion-share for his'self. Yet I was loyal, until the day he told me to keelhaul a friend. I refused, and he threw me in the brig. It was that night when another crew member busted me out of my cage, only for me to find out my friend had been killed during my captivity. I went up on deck, walked into the captain's cabin, and strangled him to death. No one questioned my authority that night, and no one has since. We've gotten a sweet haul on our first week, and merely three days later we were waylaid by treacherous elves!" Sketti and the other Slayer thumped their arms.

"We were fighting a two to one odds, and we cast them down into the depths! I come here to show my worth and the worth of my crew. To break bread with you and make berth here. To give ten percent of my booty to the Republic, and to trade the rest for gold and whores for my crew! I ask only to be apart of the court, as a Captain myself. If you accept me, we have an accord. If not, then you can suck my cock!"
Hmmm, so I should post my character approaching theirs because he heard down the grapevine they were going to torture the girl, and then we roll?
Happy belated 30th to @POOHEAD189! Hope you had an awesome day.

If someone touches the prisoner Phardax captured he's gonna be a saltyyyy booooooooiiiii
© 2007-2017
BBCode Cheatsheet