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STATUS: Alright, no fetishes on main, and even if you aren't, and you see it, please report it to a mod rather than advertise it. Even if it's a joke. 10 hrs ago
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Alright, no fetishes on main, and even if you aren't, and you see it, please report it to a mod rather than advertise it. Even if it's a joke.
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Have I seen the Odyssey? Bro you odyssey deez pecs ( . Y . )
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So what part of keeping conflicts private do people not understand?
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COUNTER SPELL*
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Apologies for the disruption, please return to your smutty rps
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Bio
About Me
Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 33
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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@GodFire6
Glad to make your acquaintance!
I can tolerate most roleplays unless they're just really... really.. weird.lmao
Glad to make your acquaintance!
I know the feeling. I used to draw all the time, but I stopped for many years and only just got back into it, though practice makes perfect and it really shows once you start. Though it's why writing is so beautiful, I think (and Role playing). We can paint pictures with our words ^___^.
Thank you for being so kind!
Thank you for being so kind!
Once Celica is down, I bet your Dwarf goes full on savage
Excellent sir!
That reminds me of Demon summoning in Forgotten Realms. Cool^^
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Will post my character soon.
Btw, Lizardman is a fine choice
Btw, Lizardman is a fine choice
That said, I tend to gravitate towards a more Fantasy-style setting. Futuristic, Sci-fi, techie stuff is not my strong suit, but I'm not uninterested either. I'm the kind that will explore near anything, for a wanderer am I!I'm the exact same. I think you'll have a fine time here. :] Hope to see you around the guild at some point!
P.S. I absolutely LOVE your avatar. The artwork is stunning.My thoughts exactly. I love the name a lot too^^ @Caoimhe
Name: Meldarion Dragonsbane
Race: 3/4ths human, 1/4 Elf
Gender: M
Age: 32
Personality: Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, you're as good as dead. He can lose himself in a calm rage, becoming a a human weapon that is terrifying to behold. His eyes can freeze someone in their tracks, the intent to kill is so powerful. He realizes the potential for harm in this and only increases his preference for solitude.
Meldarion doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He has had no romantic relationships, nor does he ever plan to. Due to his memory loss, he does breathing exercises to keep his stress levels down, doing his best to find peace in a world where his identity must be constructed by he himself. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, though a pretty sunset and a swift kill can make him happier. Deep down passed his stoic and severe aura, he has a gentle heart, and tries his best not to kill or hurt unless absolutely necessary. Even if it's what he thinks he's good for, it doesn't always make it right.
Bio: Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a half elf maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers, ear the city of Meche. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan at first, before Calador the Elf, a long time friend of his father's, was offered to train him. His father and two of his four brothers were killed in a border dispute, and Meldarion was taken hostage. To his horror, he was sold off to fight for the amusement of others in an Arena. Unfortunately for the hosts, he not only won his freedom, but made a fair reputation for his blade to boot. He was sought out by various Lords and Ladies, and word has it he even slew a small drake, though that was years ago and some rumors have a tendency to...exaggerate. Though Meldarion was never the boastful type and he would not confirm nor deny. Another rumor persisted that, because of his heroics, he was given a beautiful woman's hand in marriage, only for he himself to flee before the ceremony.
Weapons:
Equipment:
Scale Mail (supposedly dragon scale. Includes hauberk, guantlets, vambrace, pauldrons, etc.)
Haggard cloak and tabard, with the insignia long since faded.
Leather breeches.
Sturdy traveling boots.
Special Skills:
Swordsmanship
Horseback riding
Archery
Poetry and Song writing (though he never voices any aloud)
Saddle making
Hunting
Other:
Race: 3/4ths human, 1/4 Elf
Gender: M
Age: 32
Personality: Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, you're as good as dead. He can lose himself in a calm rage, becoming a a human weapon that is terrifying to behold. His eyes can freeze someone in their tracks, the intent to kill is so powerful. He realizes the potential for harm in this and only increases his preference for solitude.
Meldarion doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He has had no romantic relationships, nor does he ever plan to. Due to his memory loss, he does breathing exercises to keep his stress levels down, doing his best to find peace in a world where his identity must be constructed by he himself. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, though a pretty sunset and a swift kill can make him happier. Deep down passed his stoic and severe aura, he has a gentle heart, and tries his best not to kill or hurt unless absolutely necessary. Even if it's what he thinks he's good for, it doesn't always make it right.
Bio: Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a half elf maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers, ear the city of Meche. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan at first, before Calador the Elf, a long time friend of his father's, was offered to train him. His father and two of his four brothers were killed in a border dispute, and Meldarion was taken hostage. To his horror, he was sold off to fight for the amusement of others in an Arena. Unfortunately for the hosts, he not only won his freedom, but made a fair reputation for his blade to boot. He was sought out by various Lords and Ladies, and word has it he even slew a small drake, though that was years ago and some rumors have a tendency to...exaggerate. Though Meldarion was never the boastful type and he would not confirm nor deny. Another rumor persisted that, because of his heroics, he was given a beautiful woman's hand in marriage, only for he himself to flee before the ceremony.
Weapons:
Equipment:
Scale Mail (supposedly dragon scale. Includes hauberk, guantlets, vambrace, pauldrons, etc.)
Haggard cloak and tabard, with the insignia long since faded.
Leather breeches.
Sturdy traveling boots.
Special Skills:
Swordsmanship
Horseback riding
Archery
Poetry and Song writing (though he never voices any aloud)
Saddle making
Hunting
Other:
Name: Meldarion Dragonsbane
Race: 3/4ths human, 1/4 Elf
Gender: M
Age: 32
Personality: Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, you're as good as dead. He can lose himself in a calm rage, becoming a a human weapon that is terrifying to behold. His eyes can freeze someone in their tracks, the intent to kill is so powerful. He realizes the potential for harm in this and only increases his preference for solitude.
Meldarion doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He has had no romantic relationships, nor does he ever plan to. Due to his memory loss, he does breathing exercises to keep his stress levels down, doing his best to find peace in a world where his identity must be constructed by he himself. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, though a pretty sunset and a swift kill can make him happier. Deep down passed his stoic and severe aura, he has a gentle heart, and tries his best not to kill or hurt unless absolutely necessary. Even if it's what he thinks he's good for, it doesn't always make it right.
Bio: Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a half elf maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers, ear the city of Meche. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan at first, before Calador the Elf, a long time friend of his father's, was offered to train him. His father and two of his four brothers were killed in a border dispute, and Meldarion was taken hostage. To his horror, he was sold off to fight for the amusement of others in an Arena. Unfortunately for the hosts, he not only won his freedom, but made a fair reputation for his blade to boot. He was sought out by various Lords and Ladies, and word has it he even slew a small drake, though that was years ago and some rumors have a tendency to...exaggerate. Though Meldarion was never the boastful type and he would not confirm nor deny. Another rumor persisted that, because of his heroics, he was given a beautiful woman's hand in marriage, only for he himself to flee before the ceremony.
Weapons:
Equipment:
Scale Mail (supposedly dragon scale. Includes hauberk, guantlets, vambrace, pauldrons, etc.)
Haggard cloak and tabard, with the insignia long since faded.
Leather breeches.
Sturdy traveling boots.
Special Skills:
Swordsmanship
Horseback riding
Archery
Poetry and Song writing (though he never voices any aloud)
Saddle making
Hunting
Other:
Race: 3/4ths human, 1/4 Elf
Gender: M
Age: 32
Personality: Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, you're as good as dead. He can lose himself in a calm rage, becoming a a human weapon that is terrifying to behold. His eyes can freeze someone in their tracks, the intent to kill is so powerful. He realizes the potential for harm in this and only increases his preference for solitude.
Meldarion doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He has had no romantic relationships, nor does he ever plan to. Due to his memory loss, he does breathing exercises to keep his stress levels down, doing his best to find peace in a world where his identity must be constructed by he himself. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, though a pretty sunset and a swift kill can make him happier. Deep down passed his stoic and severe aura, he has a gentle heart, and tries his best not to kill or hurt unless absolutely necessary. Even if it's what he thinks he's good for, it doesn't always make it right.
Bio: Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a half elf maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers, ear the city of Meche. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan at first, before Calador the Elf, a long time friend of his father's, was offered to train him. His father and two of his four brothers were killed in a border dispute, and Meldarion was taken hostage. To his horror, he was sold off to fight for the amusement of others in an Arena. Unfortunately for the hosts, he not only won his freedom, but made a fair reputation for his blade to boot. He was sought out by various Lords and Ladies, and word has it he even slew a small drake, though that was years ago and some rumors have a tendency to...exaggerate. Though Meldarion was never the boastful type and he would not confirm nor deny. Another rumor persisted that, because of his heroics, he was given a beautiful woman's hand in marriage, only for he himself to flee before the ceremony.
Weapons:
Equipment:
Scale Mail (supposedly dragon scale. Includes hauberk, guantlets, vambrace, pauldrons, etc.)
Haggard cloak and tabard, with the insignia long since faded.
Leather breeches.
Sturdy traveling boots.
Special Skills:
Swordsmanship
Horseback riding
Archery
Poetry and Song writing (though he never voices any aloud)
Saddle making
Hunting
Other:
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