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There's technically no rule against it...but there REALLY should be
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This week I am both moving, and am somewhat sick, so there shall be delays on posts. Apologies!
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Making out for a few minutes solves many problems
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Finally home and will post for my partners asap!
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I started ATLA late, around Covid. But I love the first series and think TLoK is pretty good despite some problems
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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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@Utrax She is accepted!
Berek watched the Knights and soldier walk away, gripping his hammer in his strong hand, his jaw clenched. He didn't exactly expect this after them having not visited him for a few weeks. He'd thought they had changed their minds and decided on different towns to conquer. But he guessed that was just foolish optimism.
He sighed, and turned around, making his way into the house to check on Ferona. Humphrey had walked through the small doggy dog and boofed, but Berek shushed him so as not to wake her just in case. He was far more worried now that she was here, and they still wanted him and his land. Now he had someone else he cared for to protect.
He sighed, and turned around, making his way into the house to check on Ferona. Humphrey had walked through the small doggy dog and boofed, but Berek shushed him so as not to wake her just in case. He was far more worried now that she was here, and they still wanted him and his land. Now he had someone else he cared for to protect.
It was 19th century Britain, yes.
Jack the Ripper: 5 dead
Zodiac Killer: 5 confirmed dead, 2 injured, 20-28 possibly killed
Ted Bundy: 30 or more dead
Las Vegas Gunman (who's name won't be remembered): 59 killed and 527 wounded.
Murder is getting that common, folks.
Zodiac Killer: 5 confirmed dead, 2 injured, 20-28 possibly killed
Ted Bundy: 30 or more dead
Las Vegas Gunman (who's name won't be remembered): 59 killed and 527 wounded.
Murder is getting that common, folks.
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Won't say I'll definitely join yet, but you do have my interest.
Berek fell fast asleep before long. The night dragged on, and the sun began to rise, drawing the first bit of light through one of the tiny windows in the workshop. The light caused Berek to stir, for it was just on his face, Ferona being too short to have it effect her just yet. He gave a light groan and sat up, though he was slow and quiet enough so as not to wake Ferona yet. For a moment he simply looked at her, before he decided to make them some breakfast.
He'd not used the new food just yet. Breakfast was simply, so tip toeing into the cooking area he began to start the cooking fire when he noticed some movement out the window. It took him a second to even comprehend it, but when he did he felt a wave of frustration wash over him, and he growled at the thought of having to deal with this now. His knuckles still stung slightly from the punch he'd given the man yesterday.
Grabbing his work hammer, he was a bit quicker and less quiet passing through the workroom this time, hoping he was moving too swiftly to wake up Ferona.
Stepping out the front door, he found himself face to face with three Knights and eight guardsman, who had halted their approach when they saw Berek at the front door. The Knights wore the coat of plates armor, and the guards were more liberally armored with chainmail.
"This is our final offer," the Knight at the center said, holding up a bag of coins. He looked Berek straight in the eye as he spoke, his expression grim. "Two hundred coins for the lands and the business."
"Or what?" Berek asked, his tone showing how annoyed and dismissive he was of the whole affair.
"...Or lord Ashmoore will see to the confiscation of this land personally through for-"
"And what of Lord Pembrooke?" Berek interrupted him. That brought a look of distaste from the Knight who spoke. The Lords Pembrooke and Ashmoore had both wanted Berek's land, and he'd refused both. It seemed like they were both racing to muscle him out. The Knight didn't even bother to answer the question. "You've three days to decide. Refuse, and you'll lose more than your home."
He'd not used the new food just yet. Breakfast was simply, so tip toeing into the cooking area he began to start the cooking fire when he noticed some movement out the window. It took him a second to even comprehend it, but when he did he felt a wave of frustration wash over him, and he growled at the thought of having to deal with this now. His knuckles still stung slightly from the punch he'd given the man yesterday.
Grabbing his work hammer, he was a bit quicker and less quiet passing through the workroom this time, hoping he was moving too swiftly to wake up Ferona.
Stepping out the front door, he found himself face to face with three Knights and eight guardsman, who had halted their approach when they saw Berek at the front door. The Knights wore the coat of plates armor, and the guards were more liberally armored with chainmail.
"This is our final offer," the Knight at the center said, holding up a bag of coins. He looked Berek straight in the eye as he spoke, his expression grim. "Two hundred coins for the lands and the business."
"Or what?" Berek asked, his tone showing how annoyed and dismissive he was of the whole affair.
"...Or lord Ashmoore will see to the confiscation of this land personally through for-"
"And what of Lord Pembrooke?" Berek interrupted him. That brought a look of distaste from the Knight who spoke. The Lords Pembrooke and Ashmoore had both wanted Berek's land, and he'd refused both. It seemed like they were both racing to muscle him out. The Knight didn't even bother to answer the question. "You've three days to decide. Refuse, and you'll lose more than your home."
Apparently 20+ people were killed (and 100 wounded) in a shooting at a Las Vegas country festival.
Link.
Link.
@ValorGive me a day or two to make sure my number of players, and I will let you know. That character concept sounds good.
He had wanted her to say of course, but when she didn't, he didn't feel too surprised or hurt. He kind of expected it, though it wasn't as warm as the kiss they just shared was. Still, he could tell she wanted to stay, and that was good enough for him. She'd been damaged before. He wouldn't hold that against her.
He drew her toward the cot, though it was merely to sit with each other and enjoy one another's company. Berek's back was against the wall, and his left arm was around Ferona as they sat and merely felt the warmth of the room, as well as one another. He kissed her forehead.
It felt so right to be like this, in this moment. This girl had driven him crazy, and now he couldn't imagine his life with her gone. Such was the way of things, he'd always heard. He felt the lumpiness of the cot again, and realized just now that he hadn't been in his own bed in two weeks. Though he could wait longer. He knew she enjoyed the bed, and the cot wasn't so bad.
And at the moment, he'd do anything for her. A cot was a small price to pay. They sat there for as long as they wanted to, simply enjoying each other's company.
He drew her toward the cot, though it was merely to sit with each other and enjoy one another's company. Berek's back was against the wall, and his left arm was around Ferona as they sat and merely felt the warmth of the room, as well as one another. He kissed her forehead.
It felt so right to be like this, in this moment. This girl had driven him crazy, and now he couldn't imagine his life with her gone. Such was the way of things, he'd always heard. He felt the lumpiness of the cot again, and realized just now that he hadn't been in his own bed in two weeks. Though he could wait longer. He knew she enjoyed the bed, and the cot wasn't so bad.
And at the moment, he'd do anything for her. A cot was a small price to pay. They sat there for as long as they wanted to, simply enjoying each other's company.
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