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About Me

Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 30
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!


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People seem to be horny on every site
Accepted! Post Dax him up!

He's actually probably the most un-dax lizardman I've ever made! A friendly crafstman and salesperson
Well, she seemed to be endeared to my complete lack of charm, he thought sardonically. Then again, even that was based on his own steed's unease around the former thief. He looked at the beast with suspicion, as if it were paid off to thwart his efforts at conversation.

Galt's devil-may-care attitude had a lot to do with the treatment he had received in his life, mostly due to his station. Women, for instance, had the tendency to look down on him. Granted, a few of them had called him handsome and spoke true enough, but they had been with him for that reason and then left him for better prospects. He supposed it was pragmatic, and he had not learned enough about them to grow attached regardless, but if they weren't using him, they were laughing or scoffing at him for his lack of money or stable job. Strangely enough, many of the noble ladies focused on the same, except the shoe was on the other foot now. Silke wasn't like that, at least as far as he could gather. He listened to her intently, curious on her thoughts laid out plainly. So she was wanting to effect changes? He couldn't disagree with that sentiment, at the very least.

"Oh, I'm careful." He said with surety, though he gave her a wry smile. "I'm not looking for complications, even if complications tend to be the most fun. Like you..."

Galt smiled wider, his dark eyes meeting hers. It caused his charm to bloom into magnetism. "You make things complicated. Not for me, but others around you. They don't quite know what to make of you. I look at you and I feel similar. You don't seem to want anything from the other nobles, but you move them effortlessly and speak to me as if I'm not a prospective thing to conquer. I suspect you've noticed I've treated you the same, out of respect." He laughed at the supernatural possession claim. "If you're a spirit, or even a witch, you're certainly the prettiest witch I've ever seen. Most of the ones who claim it have warts or crooked backs." He found he was still looking into her eyes, and turned away to hide his bashful look in the dim light of the evening.

"You ask me of my ambitions, and honestly? I haven't thought that far. What would ambitions get me?" Galt said into the air, thinking aloud. It sounded very much like playing a hand that could end up making him lose what he had. "In fact, I don't see why I need play in any great game. These people around me, everyone, I've had to scrape through the mud under their boot heels since I was seven. Now half of them like me and the other half simper at my feet. I don't feel pride or that I deserve it. I was lucky, like anyone who's born into something. But I won't jeopardize it either. I've got a guaranteed ticket to not starve nor want anymore. If what you're asking me is to risk that, I would need a solid reason or assurances that it would be worth it in some fashion."

He felt it was very much not the answer she wanted to hear. And though it was true, Galt was a born risk-taker, however he had only been in this life for a fortnight, and he had barely gotten used to it. He knew soon he would get bored and want to stir up some trouble, but enough to make him an enemy of people who could strip him of lands or coin? He wasn't sure.

Well, he was. But he did not want to admit it to himself.

He looked at her, more tenderly than earlier. "I'm not a monster... or the cutthroat people thought of me, but I'm no hero, either. I wish I could say I would do something for the good of the system and the people, but I never had the luxury to learn of such things..."

He cleared his throat, regaining some dignity as he patted his fist to his chest. "I suspect I'm not quite what you're looking for. Which is a pity, you seem like what many men are looking for. I feel I would only disappoint you."

I am Abraham Lincoln, many know me as honest Abe or The Great Emancipator, just going to settle myself on in here and just hope to make friends and roleplay :)

It's truly an honor, sir
When Emmaline stepped in, she had nearly caught me in a state of undress. I had just slid my trousers on, and she just saw a glimpse of my hardened abdomen as I slid on my dark dress shirt. I rolled the sleeves up stylishly, looking in the mirror as I fixed my collar. I knew she was in the room, but I didn't focus on her until I saw the woman in the mirror. Immediately my heart skipped a beat and I wondered how she was always so immaculate looking. She was smiling, and I couldn't help but return with one of my own.

I turned and walked up to her, holding my arms out for her to examine. My clothing was dark in order to keep a low profile, but it handsomely fit my form and looked fashionable enough to keep anyone from thinking I was doing something other than taking a casual stroll.

"Very handsome," she said as she smoothed one of my sleeves and tugged at my collar. I was about to speak before she pulled me down for a hungry kiss. It made me not want to leave.

"With that seal of approval, I believe I'll take my chances," I said, and we held each other's gazes for a few seconds longer than mere comrades would before I pulled myself away and stepped out into the central room. The two barbarians were in the midst of their game, but Urien had known me long enough to know the various ways I carried myself. He granted me a salute and I returned the gesture before walking out into the corridors of the Ignatius manor.

The house was large, but I had a fine memory and retraced our steps from the tour we had been given just a few hours ago. I passed by two dinner guests and made pleasantries as they each made their way back to their respective rooms, and gave a greeting to one of the servants, but as I descended stairs, the rooms were less filled with light. Some were entirely dark whilst others were dimmed, though the foyer and main halls were likely perpetually lit. I felt it in the air and grew more cautious, finally finding my way back to the hall where I knew the door lay. As I approached it, I heard a voice behind me tell me to stop. I turned and saw one of Julius's militiamen eyeing me curiously.

"What do you do here, my lord?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm just a curious sort. I figured there was a gaming room down here. I'm a betting man, you see." I said shamelessly. He did not seem convinced.

"Sir, the upstairs is for guests or those who are about to leave."

"You did not see me," I said to him firmly, using my will. His face crumpled up as his mind was twisted into my point of view, and he nodded in agreement. He turned around and walked away. I reverted my gaze back to the door until I heard a bland 'I didn't see him,' from his mouth and whipped around to see another man in uniform step into the hall, looking between his comrade and myself.

This man was smarter. He would not say anything to me without his weapon out. I didn't let him get that far. As his posture shifted, I lunged at him. He reached for his gun and pulled it clear of his holster, but he never got a shot off. I pushed against his hand that went for the gun with my offhand as I used my left hand to chop him in his exposed neck. The man's eyes popped out like he was thrown into the void of space, and with a quick tug at his shirt, he sent his head down to crack into the hallway table, knocking him out cold. With Emmaline and the two feral worlders backing me up, if he remembered what happened to him, my alibi should be sufficient, at least at face value. The Lord and Lady admittedly knew I wasn't to be trusted.

I searched the militia's pockets, finding a half empty bottle of amasec. I popped the top and poured the rest out in a potted plant before placing the empty bottle in his hand as added insurance. With that done, I could proceed.

I picked the lock on the door swiftly, opening the small gateway to show a long stairway descending down a hall of stone. I looked behind me, and then moved downwards cautiously. The air smelled somewhat dank, but not wholly unfresh. The stairway was used often enough, it seemed. No lights above me, the only source was at the bottom. I wanted to draw my pistol, having left my staff with Urien and my sword with Lazarus, but no. I needed to be as discreet as possible. Once I reached the bottom, I swiftly changed my opinion.

To many it would have the look of a storage facility, a wide hall with varying industrial rooms with no doors to close between areas. Boxes of unknown contents, likely items the Ignatius family shipped filled at least four of the relatively spacious rooms. The building had the feeling of being just the tip of its potential area, the corridor ending in large doors that were built for a hangar or a high end warehouse facility. As I made my way further in, every opening had a marking on the wall spread in blood. The same terrible marking I had found on that heretic on Tallarn. I curled my lip in disgust, and nearly stumbled into the planning room. I would have if Ignatius hadn't spoken up.

"-will have it before the week is out." He said. "There's little to worry about. Even the Imperial Navy couldn't halt us now."

The next voice was a voice that was filled with malice and unreal power. I had heard it before as well. Every word was a promise. Every pause was a weight you would hold forever. I had never heard such hatred from anything save a true daemon.

"There will be no paltry navy. Tzeentch has shown me the true ending of these matters. The key will find us as I have told you, Julius," Bahometus said. I could barely keep my rage from taking over. Bahometus had not killed my mentor, but without him, Hykophan would never have been there to pull that trigger. It was all the sorcerer's plot.

"How fortuitous it is, then, that we have found a few peculiars to-"

I stepped out into the doorway, my gun aimed at the two. Tall Ignatius and Bahometus swathed in robes of purple felcloth, feathers, and what I imagined human skin stood over a hologram of the Segmentun Tempestus, Moldar on display with red highlights around the ring-like city walls across the beautiful world. I didn't speak, instead shooting the power supply to the hologram. It sputtered to nothing. Ignatius seemed surprised, but he quickly took stock of himself. Bahometus was unreadable behind his warp-spawn mask.

"Officer, how nice of you to join us," Julius said theatrically. He looked at me with his usual arrogance, but when his companion did nothing to me, he glanced at Bahometus.

"This one has more than bullets to use," The sorcerer warned. I smiled ruefully.

"Holding heretical meetings at your place of residence, Ignatius. How stupid can one be?" I asked him, no humor in my voice. My eyes held death.

"Speak for yourself, officer. I knew young men often have a weakness for a pair of tits, but you did not catch me as the type of man to be blinded by a woman, as delectacle as yours is. She isn't what you seem to think."

I grinned, about to tell him she wasn't what he believed either. But instead, I felt an intense flash of pain, and darkness took me. Vaguely I was aware of falling, and it wasnt until later I realized I had been knocked out for several hours. I had a few more bruises when I woke up, and during interrogation days later I was informed I had awoken briefly as they were moving me and I managed to break a leg and dislocate an arm before I was beaten into submission.

I was aware or shackles on my hands, my arms feeling pulled into aching tautness and my body felt wholly unwell. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the light of the room, a very large room that held a strange device in the center. A device that looked partway between an energy pylon and a plasma generator, and something else that felt wholly alien. Next to me, I was chained with Urien and Bolskar, both looking worse for wear and bruised.

"Ah, you're finally awake, along with these thieves here," I heard. Standing before me were various people, including Bahometus and Julius along with his sister. I looked around for Emmaline...
I went through a myriad of emotions during our embrace. When on the job I tend to be as single-minded as a hound, and her kiss took me off guard. It was a surprising albeit pleasant experience, and after a few moments as we sank to the ground, I vaguely had the inkling this was a front for something, though I suspect we both enjoyed it regardless. However, when her thoughts coursed through my mind, I fumbled a bit and nearly pushed her off of me. I didn't have the mind to consider what she said for a brief few moments, and the contrast between the intimate embrace and heretical business threw me for a moment. I had to remind myself that she would not be telling me this if she was as she claimed to them, and relaxed, my anxieties draining for the moment. I could tell she was nervous, as well.

Interesting, I thought before her. I'm unsure as to why they would assume that of you, but telling me was the right thing to do. Perhaps we can use this, if you don't mind a little more subterfuge.

Urien and Bolskar would be getting antsy soon, and eyes were everywhere. I needed to gather my thoughts, and did so with the will I could still muster.

In an hour, I'm going down into the locked gate we saw mid-afternoon, I remarked, referring to one of the doors that Julius had tried to usher us past quickly. It was at the base of the house, and I bet it fed into the mountain's core. If you could distract them for a time, I could get some answers. The Ignatius house is the seat of some conspiracy, but if I called in support and exposed myself, the rats would flee. We can finish this tonight, if you wouldn't mind humoring me a bit more.

Gently I pushed myself up, smelling the night air. I knew I was about to delve into something dangerous, and one always had a strange appreciation for things before the plunge. The scent of the ferns, the crispness of the mountain breeze. As Emmaline began to get to her feet, I pulled her down and kissed her again, more deeply than before. There was a lot to the kiss, and this time I suspect I surprised her.

What was that? She asked whimsically.

In case things go south, I told her. I had no idea just how true that was.
On the one hand, shivering in water that was slowly being diluted with blood did not do wonders for one's libido. On the other hand, Malcador was not necessarily like most men. Horror mixed with arousal was an unplanned for and strange, but an oddly compelling feeling. He could feel his heart pumping, and evidently it was working double time to send a lot of blood to another part of his anatomy. The fluttering lashes and the swell of their bosoms were a welcome sight to the overworked sorcerer. Normally he was suave enough to charm the girls without needing to think on it, but pledging himself to a pirate crew?

Well, he guessed it beat dying, and the benefits...

"Yes!" He cried, raising his hand like a boy that was called on at the academy of sorcerers. No no no, don't be too eager. Women can smell eagerness. He cleared his throat, regaining a bit of his dignity. "I mean, I would be honored to be including in such an auspicious crew. You are too kind, Captain."

He didn't know anyone's names yet, but that could come later. Instead, he waved whoever wished to follow to join him in the water. His spell would last roughly another minute, but it was honestly close enough to swim without needing the likes of a spell. He just liked to have it for insurance. Malcador was 'aesthetically' fit, as in, he was lean and trim of muscle and could be athletic when he needed to be, such as when he was required to swim swiftly. However, he wasn't 'functionally strong.' Get him to haul crates or pull men up from the water and he would be exhausted pretty soon after the experience.

Oddly enough, he didn't have that same problem in bed.

"Also, I am called Malcador Ravenwood. I am an adept of the Mythrim Tethir." He replied auspiciously. "I would bow before my new crew, but I don't want to slap my face into the water. Plus there's treasure to gather, ladies. Shall we go?"
Later that evening, after being escorted about the house and its surrounding lands, as well as being given a quick look at our guest quarters, we were humbly invited to dinner. Urien and Bolskar had been left out and given food within the central room of our quarters, and I had the feeling they wanted me gone as well. However, Julius and his sister seemed less bemused at my presence when we entered the dining hall. I had some inkling of other guests on the ground, and it was very much a lesser get-together than the Grand Banquet Hall the other night, but it was still more populated than I had expected.

Around a dozen business partners of the Lord Ignatius, along with close to ten cousins, uncles, aunts, and perhaps even a son or two were present with their trusted aides. Not to mention the cadre of servants hustling past those that entered to be seated and talk. Six tables had been arrayed within the hall, the heaters above rumbling to regulate the temperature from the cold mountain air. In the distance, there was thunder, and muted flashes in the window promised of rain. The dinner was a type of roast bird, succulently prepared with half a dozen sauces and varying fruits bio-organically bred to be sweet as nectar. The drink was not amasec, but something a bit more fruity and local, though not lacking in strength.

Emmaline and I had been invited to the head table, though she had the honor of sitting beside the Lord himself. I was across the table, finding myself beside a fat but almost humorously droll banker of some repute. To this day I can't recall his name, but we spoke at length about old histories of the Segmentum Tempestus, obviously styling himself as an amateur historian. He had a very Caietanusian view of the last handful of millennia, likely having just read his more famous work, Scions of the Impenetrable Stars. It is a volume of three thousand pages, but in brief, it speaks of humanity's ability to take the fallen empires of the xenos, purge their greatest strengths and redirect it into the imperium as true successors, crediting our expansion into Tempestus because of the tools we could utilize from other segmentums. In the theorums, they believe the emperor was never a man, but an agent of a long forgotten species of near-humans super beings who seeded mankind to uplift it.

A heretical theory, of course. Caietanus had been exiled for his pagan thoughts, and would have been outright killed if not for his staunch belief in the emperor's divinity. It was required reading for my peers to know just how not to attribute the success of humanity. I had to write a dissertation on the subject. I felt I knew I would kill this man, but at the moment I played my part. Perhaps he did not know of Caietanus' downfall and merely wished to impress a guest, I thought. Kronus would have called me soft, and perhaps I was.

As the evening wore on and our bellies were filled, I placed my third Moldarian drink down, satisfied and at my limit of alcohol before I knew I would lose an edge in matters. I had only spoken thrice to Emmaline, calling across the table to pipe into one of her conversations with the Ignatius family. She and I had been introduced to varying members of the clan as they came to the table, curious on the unexpected guests. It was after meeting the forth cousin that I stood up and bid the banker goodnight, striding over to the head of the table and interrupting Julius who was in the middle of a bewildering tale of a haunted planet called Danubis. I suspect I made my entrance just as he was getting to 'the good part.'

"My lady, I am quite tired after filling my belly so ravenously. Would you walk with me or shall I go find rest alone?" I asked Emmaline, offering her a hand. If she were to take it, we would talk, and if not, we would go about our duties as planned. I wanted to give her an out in case she felt in over her head. And admittedly, the longer I pondered it, the more uncomfortable I was becoming over her 'role.' If she refused me, at least my guilt would lessen.
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