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STATUS: This week I am both moving, and am somewhat sick, so there shall be delays on posts. Apologies! 10 days ago
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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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I never notice someone's post count until I see (ignore post count) and then I totally look at it, out of habit and curiosity.
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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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Was the Brettonian Manling making a joke? Drimbold hoped Valya and Grungni that he was, or there would be a reckoning that he would see paid in blood. The elder Dawi gave him a baleful look, his pipe idly rummaging within his bearded lips as he glared. "I only do not strike you, fer yer folk are known for their honor and their titles, as we Dawi are. But do not mock us, or you'll find the bad end of me axe, understand?"
The warning was clear. How could anyone think that Dwarfs weren't fit for travel? They traveled further than Elgi or Manlings due to their rugged physique and sheer stubborn nature. Sure, they were not as fast, but they often made better time than others simply because they did not stop until they made it to their destination.
And Drimbold proved it as they moved. He did not stop or rest unless all others did so, though he could not take all of the credit. He didn't want any of these beardlings or the blasted Elgi to show him up. Not that he needn't have worried though. It was not too long of a walk, all things considered. A few days was a trifle. Back in his day, he traveled across the breadth of the Karaz Ankor and made it to Kislev in little under a month, nearly unheard of by horse much less the Dawi's stout legs.
Ah, those were the days. Still, once they halted very near to their destination, he still had a bit of the youngster's curiosity in him. Once their so called 'leader' asked for volunteers, Drimbold stood up proudly. He spat a bit of jerky into the dirt and picked up his axe and shield.
"Aye, I'm coming. Ye need a clear head and a fine axe if it gets messy."
The warning was clear. How could anyone think that Dwarfs weren't fit for travel? They traveled further than Elgi or Manlings due to their rugged physique and sheer stubborn nature. Sure, they were not as fast, but they often made better time than others simply because they did not stop until they made it to their destination.
And Drimbold proved it as they moved. He did not stop or rest unless all others did so, though he could not take all of the credit. He didn't want any of these beardlings or the blasted Elgi to show him up. Not that he needn't have worried though. It was not too long of a walk, all things considered. A few days was a trifle. Back in his day, he traveled across the breadth of the Karaz Ankor and made it to Kislev in little under a month, nearly unheard of by horse much less the Dawi's stout legs.
Ah, those were the days. Still, once they halted very near to their destination, he still had a bit of the youngster's curiosity in him. Once their so called 'leader' asked for volunteers, Drimbold stood up proudly. He spat a bit of jerky into the dirt and picked up his axe and shield.
"Aye, I'm coming. Ye need a clear head and a fine axe if it gets messy."
Dammit @POOHEAD189, your awesome RPs always come around at the worst times (for me). O.o
Anyway, love the idea and I am a huge pulp adventure fan!
Thanks dude!
: When we go on our second adventure, and you get the time, we'll probably have room.
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Actually I was going to, but I'll do it after I sleep. I need to figure out if Drimbold would be the type to volunteer
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R.I.P. Herold then ^_^
Cats and Video Games are top notch. Welcome!
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I'll be posting tonite
@POOHEAD189 "One thing was a mindless warp abomination slapping the armored hull of the Chimera with its tentacles" It's attacking the Chimera, not the Rhino. =P
Ooops, my b :P
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oh NOW he says this...
When have I not!?
Neil had been planning on doing a flanking maneuver and opening the hatch behind the Highlander. Maybe use the grenade launcher to take a few potshots behind the enemy cover. But when he passed by the cockpit, he couldn't resist. If his Captain was dead, well the ship and all of those bastards out there would go down too. Wasn't there an ancient proverb about that? It didn't matter...
"Lonney, power up the auxiliary." He called, flipping the switches that opened the pipes of the power nodes. He grabbed the triggers and increased the energy of the plasma cannons, causing the crackling ozone to become palpable and extremely noticeable outside of the ship. The AI pipped up. "First mate sir, this could severely damage the ship and destroy the entire hanger. The regulations of intergalactic station protocol states-"
"Lonney it's a bluff."
"Your vocal patterns relay a 78% chance of you lying to me right now."
Neil waved a dismissive hand. "That's crazy Lonney. By the way who the hell switched your voice again?" Neil said, switching it back. Lonney always got so superior on the standard setting.
"Fixed init? I can't roight stop ya, sir. Jus' lettin ya know."
"I appreciate the advice-" Neil began, but he was cut off by Sayeeda's voice in his ear. "I accept your surrender on standard terms. I'm coming out. Neil, if they shoot me, vaporize the lot of them." This gave the pilot a very wide grin. "You got it. I'm a fucking powder keg baby...Captain. Sorry, I get excited." he said, and turned the front view display on. Immediately the 'battlefield' he and Sayeeda had been exchanging shots in expanded before his eyes.
Six men hesitantly stepped out into the open. Neil could tell by their body language they were tempted to take the shot at Junebug, but the ominous green glow of the Cannons aimed right at their position caused them to reconsider that course of action. At the fore was a sturdily built man with close cropped black hair and a dangerous, albeit calm look about him. He regarded Junebug with a certain level of both admiration and disdain, though he tried to keep his expression neutral.
"So here we are." the leader said. He had a very curious insignia on his uniform arm, but Neil could swear that was a basterdized version of his old sergeant insignia. The men had their weapons down and all of the ones Neil had a good look at showed their safeties were locked in.
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"Lonney, power up the auxiliary." He called, flipping the switches that opened the pipes of the power nodes. He grabbed the triggers and increased the energy of the plasma cannons, causing the crackling ozone to become palpable and extremely noticeable outside of the ship. The AI pipped up. "First mate sir, this could severely damage the ship and destroy the entire hanger. The regulations of intergalactic station protocol states-"
"Lonney it's a bluff."
"Your vocal patterns relay a 78% chance of you lying to me right now."
Neil waved a dismissive hand. "That's crazy Lonney. By the way who the hell switched your voice again?" Neil said, switching it back. Lonney always got so superior on the standard setting.
"Fixed init? I can't roight stop ya, sir. Jus' lettin ya know."
"I appreciate the advice-" Neil began, but he was cut off by Sayeeda's voice in his ear. "I accept your surrender on standard terms. I'm coming out. Neil, if they shoot me, vaporize the lot of them." This gave the pilot a very wide grin. "You got it. I'm a fucking powder keg baby...Captain. Sorry, I get excited." he said, and turned the front view display on. Immediately the 'battlefield' he and Sayeeda had been exchanging shots in expanded before his eyes.
Six men hesitantly stepped out into the open. Neil could tell by their body language they were tempted to take the shot at Junebug, but the ominous green glow of the Cannons aimed right at their position caused them to reconsider that course of action. At the fore was a sturdily built man with close cropped black hair and a dangerous, albeit calm look about him. He regarded Junebug with a certain level of both admiration and disdain, though he tried to keep his expression neutral.
"So here we are." the leader said. He had a very curious insignia on his uniform arm, but Neil could swear that was a basterdized version of his old sergeant insignia. The men had their weapons down and all of the ones Neil had a good look at showed their safeties were locked in.
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