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11 hrs ago
Current I've never been into Star Trek, but I might watch Picard and give it a shot.
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13 hrs ago
Look Ken, I haven't listened to NSYNC in years.
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3 days ago
Didn't you hate it when the Tyranids attacked in 1667
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4 days ago
Low free is instagram comments
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4 days ago
Above high casual at least.
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About Me








Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 28
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 am currently working as a small time Author for Suntarynn Campaign setting.
  • I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.
  • I Indie Published a Short Story I wrote a few years back you can check out here.




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 leaves me going slower than most would)
  • 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 generally don't do full smut, though semi-smut and steamy scenes can be very fun, as long as they're for character/plot development.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!






Regular F.A.Q.


  • I am a site Mod, as you can see. Do not hesitate to PM me with any problems you have!
  • I love animals.
  • Favorite Fantasy Races are Dwarves and Lizardfolk. I don't hate Elves though I'll act like I do.
  • I do my best to be as kind and cordial as I can be! I realize everyone is flawed in some way, and I do my best to be understanding. I'm an idealist after all. Though if you push me past my limits, you'll find me rather redoubtable.
  • Favorite Disney Movie is Aladdin, with Hunchback and Mulan as second favorites! But I love all of the Renaissance era films.
  • I love meeting online friends at cons, and going to cons in general!
  • Favorite Color is red (as you might have noticed)
  • If you wish for my Steam/Blizzard Account/Xbox live account, PM me. Though I use the same username everywhere and if you send a request and I know you, I'll likely accept. I am available on the Offical Guild discord as a mod, and I am also available on Skype for people who wish for that info (and I trust you enough to give it)
  • I have a Tumblr and a writing/art reference Side Account.
  • I have a pinterest too! Lots of images I use for stories and roleplays!




Me

Most Recent Posts

He had heard tell the men of the Empire enjoyed the rain. That the soft pitter patter atop the roof and on the windows was soothing to them and lulled children and adults alike to sleep. Burundi envied their small minds, as he couldn't find the enjoyment in hearing water fall from the bloody sky. Whenever something fell from above in a Karak, it was something to steer clear of, not comfort you! Even he, being a Dwarf from Barak Varr and used to hearing the ocean.

He had given the new Johan his equipment, keeping a small sack of supplies to himself. It was where he kept his storage of Gal he had collected over the past seven years as well. Waddling up the stairs like an ornery bulldog, he almost raced to his room so he could better count the number of coins he had again. That quick shot of Vodka had tempered him, but with all of this racket outside he needed to see his gold to fully calm his spirits.

So in a hurry was he that he nearly bumped into female manling that had just stalked out of one of the rooms, adjusting the strap on her revealing dress. Typical Umgi physique, lacking both the plumpness of breast and the rotund hips of a true woman. Her eyes widened when the Dwarf came down the hall in a low run, his hand pushing her aside. "Out of my way, flesh merchant!" He cried, and he heard her squeal and tumble back into the room she had just left when he was closing his own door. The muted argument that ensued in the hall was drowned out by the Dawi's desire of that most precious material.

Normally he wasn't that abrasive even to the Umgi, but what was known as the Gold fever had overtaken him. Carefully, he undid the thong on his small sack and pushed a chair forward, stomping over it and hopping up without grace to pour the Gold and Silver atop the weathered wood of the desk. It clinked enchantingly with weighted thuds, and he spread the coins out to count them exactly. Tonight he had spent one from his separate stash, but these were his 20%. These he would bring back to the hold to laud amongst his family.

"Gal... Galaz... Bryn," He muttered, meticulously counting every peice while reciting a different word for Gold in Khazalid each time. For the next few hours he would be at this task, recounting them all a dozen times, and with the silver he recounted six times. In the morning he would remember knocks on his door, and a Brettonian woman speaking of 'complaints' from outside. But he could not hear her in the throes of his earnings, until he had regained sense of himself and decided it was time for rest.

He decided to go to sleep by counting the gold another time.

By morning, Burundi Malgrimsson was downstairs at dawn, having eaten a breakfast of sausage and beer. Within minutes he was at the townhouse, standing there punctually with a Dwarfish disciplined that would be the envy of even the Rieksgard. Unfortunately, he realized almost a minute late that he was standing at the rump of the townhouse, foolishly thinking the sturdiest part of the structure would be the front.

He cursed in Khazalid and all but sprinted around to the front, seeing the three men and the woman discussing the boy and what news Margueritte had gleaned out of him. He announced his arrival by saying. "Couldn't be Grobi we're dealing with then," he said, letting them measure his words. "They'll simply eat you or butcher you without care. They've no need for pens other than to house their foul wolfish mounts."

He spat a very solid looking blob of phlegm onto the ground for emphasis.

If there were any looks of disgust, he didn't seem to take notice. The Dwwarf gestured with his weapon, nodding forward. "We taking the dog too? It's bound to become a Kazak out there if we're to bark at anything that scuttles in the deep wood." He counseled, not taking into account his own lack of subtlety when traveling. "I'd argue against the Kvinn coming along, but she's done more work than the lot of us."
In a year or two I'll be moving (probably to Miama) to get closer to studios to help my acting/voice acting career.
@pugbutterNo trolling please. I have received a complaint and must insist.
Ok just read through the stuff. I'd like to point out 1) I appreciate the Johan continuity. And 2) That is a very large town hall, judging from the pic. I thought this was a minor town in the Reikwald!
Damnit I should have called him Johan Strauss


The II
While I am glad you guys are posting, I want to say the slow posting has been somewhat good because it has given me time to play DBZ: Kakarot and I want to thank you.
@Jarl Coolgruuf Nope, he is accepted! Place him in the character tab and post at your leisure!
Roland took a deep breath, his face stern and unyielding. He regretted to say, he was beginning to get used to constant battle and the penetrating darkness. He might feel differently without the sword he had procured, but then again he might not. His normally kind eyes were gone, and his youthful face looked a few years older with experience. He looked between the three exits, pondering and wondering how they could tell where to go.

The upper floor was likely the best, but caves twisted and went up and down ubiquitously. He couldn't rightly trust it. He was still thinking on it when Iseldis caught his attention, and he snapped to attention. "Oh..." He breathed, his fierce look dissolving into youth once more when he realized they were not under attack, at least yet. He stalked over and sheathed his sword, grabbing the planks with his callused hands.

He grunted. "I think I can. Back up," he whispered, and once she did he would put his weight and strength into it, gritting his teeth as he pushed. If nothing else, Roland was strong. Long hours hauling knightly equipment and war drills in the training yard had hammered him into a muscled squire, and within seconds the door began to budge. Slowly at first, but after a moment it shot open like a firearm.

The echo reverberated off the walls with an uncomfortable loudness, and he looked back to Iseldis as if he had dropped some expensive pottery, smiling guiltily. "They would have heard that," he deadpanned, and tossed her the Staff, grabbing the rest of their supplies too as she kept watch for the moment. Within, he found a small crossbow as well. That might come in handy.

Walking out, Roland crossed the room and grabbed a few potions too, not knowing what they did but anything could help if they were desperate enough. He plucked them up and dropped them by the armful into his beltsack, hearing them clink until they were nestled within the cloth he had within to dampen the noise. He prayed to Eruvar these things could help somehow.

"Where should we go?" He asked, knowing enemies could bear down on them at any minute. They might not know what the noise signified, but that was small comfort. "I'll follow your lead. I trust you."
@Luminosity
Well Ive only been here for 4 years but welcome back!
So as a heads up it seems I have fallen at least partly ill and might not attend to my daily routine as I am used to. Combined with the last weekend this likely implies that I won't be able to get my starter up until friday evening, which, I know, breaks the weekly posting precept.

Sorry :(


Worry not, bud. You are an old friend and deserve rest
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