POOHEAD189

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Alright people! Let's make sure we're still going strong! I wanna decimate an adventuring party!

Tips for writing POC, LGBT+, and other minority characters in RP

I'm about as straight as an arrow, but I am of mixed race and I've been in both a lower income multi-ethnic school and a high/middle class predominately white school during my formative years. Honestly I never noticed too much of a difference. Kids are kids and people are people, in my estimation. It's honestly as simple as that. If you write your character as a person and not a caricature, you should be fine.

I am glad this thread was made, truthfully. It irks me some people are afraid to write as colored people or people of a different sexual persuasion. They're afraid because people do call others out on stereotyping, sometimes rightly, but most of the time in poor taste in my experience. For instance, I do remember a female friend of mine reading some writing and telling me that 'women don't like X in bed' whereas my sexual partners have asked me to do the very things my friend said were a no-go. And people who criticize your writing will act like that often.

My point is, people have unique experiences. Your sex, gender, sexuality, or race might change a few minute details about your life (depending on the severity of your society, of course). But at the end of the day, they're just small parts of your greater identity. If someone wrote about either of my parentage's experiences, even if I or they hadn't experienced said thing, I wouldn't call it wholly wrong per say. They have just as much right (and chance at being correct to someone's view) to write a character that way as I do writing for a 13th century mongolian protagonist.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Once they docked, Markus eyed the wharf with suspicion despite the apparent revelry. Drunk men stumbled about on the docks while hawk eyed men stood in direct contrast, seemingly looking for anyone they could steal from or extort. In order to get their 'letter of marque' from the Brethren of the Coast, he needed to make it to the court of Pirate Lords. After he called for his men to stay on the ship, he approached Emmaline. Morgan barked for the men to stay sharp and keep their weapons polished.

The golden woman watched the dock, looking so much like a lost maiden at sea. He draped a cloak around her shoulders, one hand gliding down her back to her waist as he said. "Cloak your form. The less eyes on you the better. And yes, you're coming with me." For a moment, Emmaline felt his hand sliding past her belt, but rather than anything lewd, she felt a pistol placed in her belt loop. "Don't shoot unless I tell you to."

He looked her dead in the eye, before a smirk appeared on his face. "Morgan! Stay with the ship. Once we come back, we can haul this shit off and sell what we got. I'm sure dark elf hides and weapons sell a high price." He remarked. They would keep a few of their superb crossbows, and the armor was useful, but the men were too superstitious to ever accept wearing anything of druchii made. Markus, on the other hand...

"Oi! I'm comin' with ye." A thick accented voice rose above the clamor of men speaking. The one handed slayer walked out of the crowd, thick muscled and covered in tattoos of khazalid. He smiled like a jackal. Markus saw six pistols stripped on baldrics across his meaty chest. "I've been here 'afore. Sketti Hammerhand'll see ye through."

Markus shrugged, not truly minding. The Dwarf might prove useful. The bridge to the dock was laid down, and Markus and Emmaline stepped off together, Markus holding her hand to keep her steady as the ship bobbed up and down. A dockmaster stood awaiting them, though he looked more like a renegade tax collector. Pock marks marred his face, and he had a smile full of ivory teeth. His wide brimmed hat looked worn and perpetually realigned so it flopped around him.

"Whats yer business here, fella? And..." He looked at Emmaline up and down, unable to gauge her thanks to the cloak. "Lady?"

"Why are they celebrating?" Markus asked him, not even deigning to look the man's way. He snorted, unused to the casual treatment except by men who knew him, like as not.

"Celebrating the founding of the republic." He said, ostentatiously trying to sound learned in history. Markus nearly laughed, forgetting Sartosa pirates claimed to be a nation in and of themselves. It made sense they would try and appear more official than a collection of thieves and murderers on a godforsaken island. "And I need to know who you are, and fifty golden crowns for docking. A lack of payment will-"

Markus held out a bag for the man, who's jaw dropped at the sight of such gold. Emmaline snickered when Markus dropped the bag into his awaiting hands. It was wet in his palms, and he opened the bag to see the severed head of a Dark Elf. He yelped, dropping the head and letting it roll fully out of the bag. Markus kicked it into the water. "There's more where that one came from, so we can afford to let a few go. We're here to join the Brethren. Now where do we go to see the lords?"

"Y-You uh uhm, you go through Market Street, a-and go past crown's row. Then the festival will be held on Sartosa keep!"
@Penny

Tense and Perspective in Roleplaying

I just realized I typed "first person" rather than "third person" and now I wish I, myself, was past tense.

The Blackwood

@Fetzen Rest assured as soon as I make another RP, you'll be invited. Most of you will know, likely.

Meanwhile, see about joining @Gunther RP! I wish I had the time for it.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Four days later...

The murky waters sloshed along the barnacle covered rocks that made Sartosa's southern shore so perilous. The land beneath the waves waxed and waned like waves themselves, running aground careless ships and halting any attempts by foreign navies to make it to shore, at least in one piece. Luckily, Markus had been here before, but only once, on his first outing as a sailor. Morgan had been here half a dozen times, and so he was navigator as they slowly made their way through the current; a 'sweet spot' only pirates knew of. How this ship was able to make it there without representation would surely be spoken of later, but as for now, Markus simply wished to make it to shore.

The last four days, he had gotten acquainted with Sir Beauchamp, a disgraced gentleman turned sailor of Lyonesse, as well as Sketti Hammerhand, an eccentric Dwarf slayer. The two had not been traveling together until both of their vessels were attacked by Druchii, but they had become friends since their captivity and Markus welcomed them aboard with open arms. He needed someone who spoke fluent Brettonian and Sketti was apparently a good gunsmith and engineer, if his claim of being the 'best in Barak Varr" was to be believed. He'd let them prove their worth.

What was more difficult was proving Emmaline's worth to the crew. True, they had been fine with her as the cook's assistant, but the fact she was a sorceress wasn't entirely well received, even with Markus' approval. Not to say all of them were of such a mind. The lookout named Ostand, along with Hafdan (who she healed with more traditional means) and Frankfurt had no quarrel with her. Even Morgan was warming up to her, though he did poke fun at her every now and then. An old dog having fun with someone who was clearly a greenhorn, bumbling about the ship as the waves shifted the floors oddly in rougher weather.

But the wind had been with them, and with Sketti happily aiding in their repairs, Morgan and Reeve and the rest of the crew got the Hammer underway in the matter of a day and they saw Sartosa's ramshackle spires in the distance just on time, right as the sun set on the fourth night.

Suddenly, the night lit up in flames. The sky exploded in incandescent colors as loud 'pops' and 'poofs' filled the air. Markus' crew screamed at one another and ran to and fro, grabbing weapons or hiding below decks for fear of a bombardment, only to realize they were fireworks. Markus had stepped out onto the deck, watching the apparent festivities curiously. No wonder no ships had halted their approach.

"Guess they're celebrating something." Morgan said behind him, raising his head so he could see past the wide brimmed hat atop his head.

Tense and Perspective in Roleplaying

I wish I could give a more cognisant answer to your topic, my friend. But I'm a simple man with simple tastes. I always read my novels in third person, and so I write that way. Generally when my character's have thoughts, I put them in italics and even say "thought X character."

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Phardax the Ebon

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0 / 6 Stress || 0 / 9 Wicked XP || 0 / 3 Reckless XP || 1 / 2 Dark Hearts

Phardax was not amused.

He had chosen the Goblins as his slaves because they could see the in the dark spaces of the world, and he knew as any dark elf would that they were loyal when cowed. He kept his flame whip on him every moment he could, and though they were digging well, they hadn't the tools to truly work as he had hoped. Perhaps further in they could find more resources, but as it were they simply had some abandoned picks and shovels left behind from a precursor who had long since fled the cave.

Admittedly, Phardax wished for pleasant company. The prisoner would do nicely, of course. But he trusted no one else with this little project. He smirked when one of the goblins dropped a small amount of ore, having made them create a pile upon the left as he watched from a perched position when he wasn't striding amongst them.

"Keep moving fool, lest I end you with hellfire!" He snapped, and he cackled when the goblin scrambled up, picked up the load he had dropped and sprinted like he had a dragon on his heels. As he watched, he noticed that Goblin was an outlier. Most had performed well, so far.

Perhaps these Goblins were making good time compared to what he had initially thought. He raised a manicured hand and two Goblins leaped over to their dark overlord. He ordered they fetch the prisoner, and to bring back some food and drink. He had filled himself from the spoils of the previous day, but he still felt a bit peckish.

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I shall post tonight!

Gif the User