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1 day ago
Current This week I am both moving, and am somewhat sick, so there shall be delays on posts. Apologies!
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13 days ago
Making out for a few minutes solves many problems
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14 days ago
Finally home and will post for my partners asap!
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15 days ago
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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16 days ago
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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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!






Me

Most Recent Posts

Welcome Sunny! I hope you have a lovely day and welcome to the site!
Welcome!
Aye!
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Name: Hauden

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Physical description: Hauden looks wrought of hard work and little luxury, ruddy skinned from his long days in the sun. He has hard, penetrating eyes the color of bronze, and his hair as dark as a damned soul. Hauden has strong hands, long legs, and a scratchy 5 o'clock shadow on his chin and upper lip.

Personality Traits:

  • Determined
  • Sarcastic
  • Fun
  • Focused
@Mae Oh! I'll edit and add he grabbed a wand.
Grimri "Ironclad" Haldengard


He was content to smoke and listen, sociable enough with his own kind, and other mercs, but a bit slower to trust this mishmash of whatever the ancestors or the emperor had rung up. Smoke wafted lazily out of his mouth and nose as he sat, though he regarded the ratling with a quizzical look. He'd served with one of them before. Deadshots they were, though untrustworthy and a bit on the scraggly side, even for one like Grimri, though this ratling was all dressed up.

"They paying you in pies?" He deadpanned, though his attention was swiftly taken by the others as they spoke and referenced his presence at various points.

"Well doc, I can tell ye I'm built like most men yer familiar with. Well, on the inside, at least. Brain, spleen, liver, heart, lungs, gut." He gestured with his hand as if he was vaguely scooping entrails out of his stomach. "My parts just work better, and it's harder to get at 'em in a fight." He replied with a grin that showed his teeth, parting his beard and mustache like parting a thick bush with your hands. It was true, in a fashion. Squats had to endure harsh conditions on grim worlds, with thick bones and tough skin. Grimri's people had particularly long lifespans to boot, comparable to adeptus astartes. "And I'm here to make sure ye stay alive too, by killing whatever is tryin'a kill ye."

He took a long drag from his cigar, and with surprising dexterity, he blew out what looked like a smoke sword, with the merest curves for a hilt. He did this right as Edmund was introducing him. It was clear his squat body was loaded to the teeth, and his shotgun looked made of some asteroid steel and heavy as all hell. So Guilliman himself was giving the orders, aye? Grimri never much gave thought to the Primarchs, except the Russ. By all accounts, he had good relations with Grimri's people.

Even with his devil-may-care attitude, he did bow low in respect when the mechanicus fellow spoke of honoring the machine spirit. The squats weren't too devout when it came to the Omnissiah, but they respected machinery, engineering, and all things mechanical. Grimri had a particularly fascination with such things, which was the crucible of him wanting to make his own weaponry. He had forged the gun and his axe, and he could dress, assemble, and reassamble most anything in the imperium, at least when it came to small arms.

"So, when do we start boss? I'm not against ye paying me to sit around, but..." He let the question hang, giving a shrug.
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"Hi Carl," Mal said, letting the mule sniff his hand to its leisure for a few brief moments. The mage considered his options, shoving away thoughts of what led him here. His companions, if you could call them that, had already begun to rummage and extrapolate whatever they wished, be it items or ideas. Briefly, he stroked his chin. He decided to give a small poke around the crates, taking a bit of rope, a tinderbox, a wand, and a cot and rations if he could find them. If not, however, his destination was the same.

"I wish you luck on your adventures gentleman," he told them, and headed southwards towards the Harrowlands for rare opportunities. He was torn for a moment, almost wishing to visit civilization. But he would go there just after discovering a few artifacts or caches of gold, or whatever else lay within the shadowed depths of the accursed land. @Mae
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