PrankFox

[ Mass Effect ] - Intervention | Small/Large group RP

I will also get to work on at least a skeleton of a CS since I finished with my last major project earlier today

Tips and Advice for GMing/RPing

Hey guys!

I've been RPing for about 11 years and running TableTop for going on 6 years now. I'd like to think I'm a fairly competent writer and have a solid grasp on character creation/development, worldbuilding, plot crafting, and actually running the game. I've been playing with the same group of people in a homebrew campaign of my own all through college (Level 1-20 and a new campaign that is already nearing level 6).

What kinds of advice and tips would y'all like to see? What questions do you have? AMA

[ Mass Effect ] - Intervention | Small/Large group RP

Planning a turian soldier or infiltrator most likely. Those two are my go to classes in playthroughs

[ Mass Effect ] - Intervention | Small/Large group RP

I gotta throw my interest in. I’m out right now but I’ll get some preemptive ideas thought up

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

Mentions: Tarak @Th3King0fChaos

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Tarak's hand had just hit Aiden's shoulder and he went to shrug it off before he felt the grip tighten and there was the click of something in his brain. Ah, shit, right. Code names not to be used during the week. Eh whatever, not like any of these idiots were sober enough to really be paying attention and everyone else already knew who each other was. He had wanted to just slink off to the nearest corner and watch the show, but he doubted Tarak would let him get away with that at this point. At least all he had to do was hold things instead of dealing with people. Following orders was something he could do; dealing with drunk recruits, that was not.

He leaned back against the nearest table as Tarak went to figure out what the recruits had done to the jukebox. It was honestly a shock he could get anything out of them let alone understand it with the amount of words that blended together into a singular mess. At least that was all he could hear. Though from what he gathered one of them literally just stumbled into the thing and spilled their drink on it. Ridiculous.

A brief tune in to Dee's conversation with Jack at the bar told them that they were going to be on the lookout for some number of items while they were on the raid. The guy was always wanting something to tinker with, which he could respect, but it certainly added to what they were already trying to track down, whatever that may be. He hadn't been told exactly what they were doing, just that were meeting up for a raid and it was paying well. Those were the only two things he needed to hear really.

His attention snapped just as quickly back to Tarak when he heard his name. "Yeah, yeah I'm comin'." He followed just behind and crossed his arms; waiting for Wolf to tell him what he needed. He would have moved to help lift the thing, but he knew just as well as most of the people here that Tarak could lift the box along with, probably, at least two of the recruits with little trouble. He chuckled to himself faintly at the thought as he moved to wiggle the wires free from the plug in the wall. God knew when the last time it had been moved was.

Really they just needed to put the wires in a loose knot and Tarak would be able to move the thing just fine on his own, but an excuse to get away and maybe find a space to hole up until the raid started was much too tempting. Not that he knew exactly where they were taking the jukebox, but he'd take his chances. The bar was starting to get more crowded and it was much more fun to sit back and observe than get wrapped up in anything again.

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

Mentions: Dee @Midnight Howl and Tarak @Th3King0fChaos

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The day had started off the same as any other Monday for Aiden. Waking up in his mediocre apartment in the Lanes, rolling out of bed a good hour after that to get ready; making sure to grab his backpack and sheathe before heading out and locking the door behind him. He wandered outside and looked up at the sky with a squint, it was too early for this, and went to get himself a shitty cup of coffee from the nearest place that was open. It was the usual exchange of walking in, bartering without much of a greeting, and walking out once he got what he wanted. He, like most other people who lived in the Lanes, had little interest with small talk. It was a miracle they were still able to get coffee so long after the outbreak, but he wasn't about to complain. That was the only thing that woke him up in the morning, and he knew he needed to go to the Deadman's Respite for some raid or other than was being planned. He should've known that they would want him there to help out with whatever planning needed to get done, but if that meant he got to go out on the raid he'd bite the bullet and deal with the paper pushing. He'd been out recently but he was never one to pass up the opportunity to explore outside the walls.

He took a sip of his coffee and grimaced before turning and heading in the direction of the bar. Aiden had lived in the area long enough to know what routes to take to avoid the worst of the pickpockets and bruisers that liked to lurk about. Not that many tended to mess with him. The dark hood and numerous knives across his person tended to warn against anyone trying to screw him over. He did give a nod of greeting to those that he recognized, or had worked with on odd jobs in the past, but he didn't stop his walk to the bar. He was pretty sure the new recruits were going to be there and it was always a riot watching Dee deal with them, especially while drunk. He couldn't help the slight sardonic grin that crept onto his face at the prospect. The newbies were always a mess and this particular bunch seemed to be worse than in the past. He was just glad he didn't have to deal with the idiots himself.

When he pushed open the door to the Deadman's Respite he was immediately hit with the smell of cheap alcohol and the sound of music from the jukebox in the back. It set his mind a little more at ease being in the familiar space. He could already see Dee, along with the newbies, scattered around at various tables. "Bit early to be getting drunk isn't it," he called out to those he could see with glasses in their hands who raised them with a tipsy cheer.

Pulling his hood off he sat down hard in a chair and pulled out some of the shiny bits and pieces he had picked up during the last raid to sort through. There hadn't been a whole lot to find, but there were some coins that needed polishing, a few shards of smooth glass, various scraps of metals, and a few things he left in his bag. He didn't trust anyone here enough not to jump at the opportunity to attempt to take them since he was pretty sure they'd be worth a fair bit; not that he planned on selling them. He went about finishing off his coffee as he polished the coins; keeping one eye trained on the rest of the group as they got more and more rowdy as the morning dragged on.

He had been enjoying listening to the music of the jukebox and was nearly finished putting everything into their respective pockets in his backpack when the sound suddenly stopped. He glanced up to see one of the new recruits backing away from the jukebox and smirked as the recruit stumbled over to Dee to begin blubbering apologies, and what he was pretty sure was an attempt at an explanation, at her. What a way to start the morning, already getting to hear her tear into someone and it wasn't even noon.

The waves of exasperation and anger rolling off of Dee made him chuckle as he zipped up the last pocket on his backpack. The noise quickly caught in his throat as she grabbed him by the hood and pulled him out of his chair. "What the hell?! You think I have any more patience to deal with this idiot? They're your problem not mine." He sent a scowl in Dee's direction before glaring harshly at the recruit in front of him, whose jaw snapped shut as they were about to start spouting off whatever excuses they'd been giving Dee to him as well.

Ridiculous, this is why I don't deal with this kinda shit. He crossed his arms before pinning his gaze on the recruit and making a vague gesture for them to talk. Before they could start he heard the door open and heard a recognizable voice call out. The anger disappeared almost as quickly as it had come, "Hey Wolf," he pointed at the recruit, "Ask this chucklehead, they're the one that broke the damn machine." He stood up from where he had sat at the table, grateful for the opportunity to skirt having to deal with the problem. If Tarak could figure out what was wrong with it and fix it then all of this would be a non-issue anyway. Now he could just wait around until they actually got down to business.

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

Aiden Gray Wilder

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Aiden Gray Wilder

Crow

|21|Male|

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Personality

|Observant| |Hot-headed| |Resilient| |Materialistic| |Confident| |Stubborn|

Aiden is a bit of an odd person and he's well aware of it. He's a bit twitchy and known to fly off the handle if someone gets under his skin, even in a teasing manner. He'll never get overly violent when this happens, but he's not above throwing punches if he thinks someone really deserves it. He's fairly blunt and doesn't care to beat around the bush when it comes to speaking his mind, whether it be about another person or a plan that has been made. He wants his opinions to be heard and will stand firm on what they are even if they may be incorrect. He tries to check himself as much as he can when it comes to this, but he finds it difficult to do so since he never got to speak his mind around his father without some sort of reprimand.

Despite this he is fiercely loyal and overprotective of the people that take the time to get past the odd quirks of his personality and he is willing to do most anything for those few people. He seeks out the approval of those above him, but he doesn't really know how to go about that properly other than fighting well and making himself useful.

He pays careful attention to people and situations, he's known to find someplace up high to perch and watch the goings on of the city, or the other Rogues, and his proclivity for collecting shiny items on raids gave him the nickname Crow by the other members of the faction. He's rather insightful and highly observant which makes him a useful strategist for raids and missions beyond the walls. He can pick out a dangerous location just by looking at a map or determine if two people will end up in a fight over loot before it even happens. Despite this natural skill he isn't super inclined to use it unless directly asked. He thinks it's a bit too much work to have to plan to that degree of detail when he just knows.

While some of the people in the Rogues see him as lazy and uncouth he has proven himself a valuable asset time and time again which has given him a bit of a pass with the folks in charge. He'll put in the work to keep himself in their good graces and the work he does do is lucrative for both the Rogues and the city. The drive to succeed and move up in the world is there, he just chooses not to use it unless prompted.

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|Motivations|

• Exploration: There's things beyond the walls and he knows it. He wants to see what they are and know how far away from the city he could really get.
• Find purpose: Sure exploring outside the walls and having a roof over his head fulfills the basic wants of his life but he always feels that there's something lacking.
• Prove himself: His father always had high expectations of him and even though his ambitions are somewhat lacking he still feels like he needs to prove himself to his father, even though he's dead.

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History

Aiden didn't necessarily have a difficult childhood growing up, he grew up in The Core with his mother being a trusted Keeper and his father a well known Reaper. Both his parents cared for him a great deal, and he had the time of day to run free in the streets and do as he liked for the most part with no expectation; beyond the occasional class at the Library that was required by his mother of course. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the picture for more than 6 years of his life as she died of, not the zombie virus but, pneumonia. Some called that a mercy but Aiden only knew that his mother was gone and not coming back. He understood what death was, everyone in the city does, but that didn't make it any easier to handle and his father was of little help when it came to processing.

With the loss of his mother, his father went from caring to near a dictator and put all of his expectations on Aiden. Being a well known Reaper before his death, someone that was reliable, trust-worthy, and would do whatever it took to get the job done right, he was expected to follow that same path. Join the Reapers as well or the local militia, something that had an important role in society so he could brag about his son following in his footsteps or whatever else the man wanted. He started training Aiden how to use a gun, fight with knives and other blades, as well as basic medical skills that he could find useful. For a while Aiden enjoyed the training but as time went on his father got more and more fanatical and rough with him to the point of broken bones in some instances. An arm here or a leg there, which still occasionally trouble him when the weather gets cold or he puts too much strain on them. Though when told "It's for your own good" it's hard to believe it's anything else at that age or that a parent has anything less than good intentions.

When he was 14 his father left on a mission outside the walls, just a standard supply run to get whatever they could from nearby locations, but either them, or the previous team, had missed a roving group of zombies and they ran right into them. The fight was quick and bloody but not quick enough to avoid his father getting bitten. The man decided to hide the wound, though he knew what it meant, and return to the city. Aiden questioned his father when he started to get sick, but got nothing more than a curt dismissal and order to keep quiet about it. When his father turned several days later he was the only one in the house and used the training he'd learned to kill the only remaining family he had before fleeing to the neighbors house and collapsing from shock covered in blood.

Once he came to he knew there was no way he could afford to live in his house and the neighbors couldn't afford to house another child. With nowhere else to go he spent the next couple years wandering the Lanes and The Outskirts doing whatever he needed to in order to survive. He mostly avoided people and stole what he couldn't get any other way. It was honestly a miracle he never got caught by the militia, but he managed it by keeping to the shadows and knowing the streets like the back of his hand. He spent that time not speaking and trying to process the loss of the only life he knew. It wasn't easy and the solitude did give him a few odd habits that he still hasn't shaken.

Once he hit the age of 16 he decided to join up with the Rogues with the intention of stepping into the role of a Reaper like his father when he hit the age of 21, but when that birthday came he decided he liked where he was too much to just up and leave. The Rogues gave him the freedom he wanted, but he still felt like he was honoring his father's wishes. Even with the way he was treated he didn't know anything else and the thought at least gave him something to focus on.

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|Society Role/Faction|

Aidan has been a member of the Rogues since he was old enough to join. Despite being there for years he never wanted to take on a leadership role beyond what was expected of him. He likes being able to go outside the city walls and doesn't want to get saddled with bureaucracy or decision-making. He'll work with other people in the faction to make plans or help scout when asked, but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself.

The people within the faction know him well and know his skills when it comes to going out on raids, paid or no, he's just interested in exploring outside the walls. Offer him a job and he'll be on his feet in a heartbeat ready to go. Despite his quirks he's a reliable member to have watching your back, provided you don't find anything shiny, in that case all bets are off.

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Inventory

• Machete and knives: One of the few items that he took from the house, his father's machete that is well sharpened and kept in a leather sheath on his back. The knives belong to the same set and slot into places on the sheath that can be used for throwing or stabbing.
• His mother's necklace and his father's ring. A simple leather cord with an arrow pendant hanging off of it. He keeps his father's ring on the same cord.
• A small backpack that he can use to store food, a small first aid-kit, and any other minor items he might need without hindering his movement.

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Other:

While Aiden is proficient in close quarters combat he is much happier fighting from a distance or just sneaking past any threats without engaging. If asks he says it's to avoid wasting time and resources, but in reality the act of killing a Host with a blade reminds him too much of killing his father.

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Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

Aiden Gray Wilder

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Aiden Gray Wilder

Crow

|21|Male|

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Personality

|Observant| |Hot-headed| |Resilient| |Materialistic| |Confident| |Stubborn|

Aiden is a bit of an odd person and he's well aware of it. He's a bit twitchy and known to fly off the handle if someone gets under his skin, even in a teasing manner. He'll never get overly violent when this happens, but he's not above throwing punches if he thinks someone really deserves it. He's fairly blunt and doesn't care to beat around the bush when it comes to speaking his mind, whether it be about another person or a plan that has been made. He wants his opinions to be heard and will stand firm on what they are even if they may be incorrect. He tries to check himself as much as he can when it comes to this, but he finds it difficult to do so since he never got to speak his mind around his father without some sort of reprimand.

Despite this he is fiercely loyal and overprotective of the people that take the time to get past the odd quirks of his personality and he is willing to do most anything for those few people. He seeks out the approval of those above him, but he doesn't really know how to go about that properly other than fighting well and making himself useful.

He pays careful attention to people and situations, he's known to find someplace up high to perch and watch the goings on of the city, or the other Rogues, and his proclivity for collecting shiny items on raids gave him the nickname Crow by the other members of the faction. He's rather insightful and highly observant which makes him a useful strategist for raids and missions beyond the walls. He can pick out a dangerous location just by looking at a map or determine if two people will end up in a fight over loot before it even happens. Despite this natural skill he isn't super inclined to use it unless directly asked. He thinks it's a bit too much work to have to plan to that degree of detail when he just knows.

While some of the people in the Rogues see him as lazy and uncouth he has proven himself a valuable asset time and time again which has given him a bit of a pass with the folks in charge. He'll put in the work to keep himself in their good graces and the work he does do is lucrative for both the Rogues and the city. The drive to succeed and move up in the world is there, he just chooses not to use it unless prompted.

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|Motivations|

• Exploration: There's things beyond the walls and he knows it. He wants to see what they are and know how far away from the city he could really get.
• Find purpose: Sure exploring outside the walls and having a roof over his head fulfills the basic wants of his life but he always feels that there's something lacking.
• Prove himself: His father always had high expectations of him and even though his ambitions are somewhat lacking he still feels like he needs to prove himself to his father, even though he's dead.

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History

Aiden didn't necessarily have a difficult childhood growing up, he grew up in The Core with his mother being a trusted Keeper and his father a well known Reaper. Both his parents cared for him a great deal, and he had the time of day to run free in the streets and do as he liked for the most part with no expectation; beyond the occasional class at the Library that was required by his mother of course. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the picture for more than 6 years of his life as she died of, not the zombie virus but, pneumonia. Some called that a mercy but Aiden only knew that his mother was gone and not coming back. He understood what death was, everyone in the city does, but that didn't make it any easier to handle and his father was of little help when it came to processing.

With the loss of his mother, his father went from caring to near a dictator and put all of his expectations on Aiden. Being a well known Reaper before his death, someone that was reliable, trust-worthy, and would do whatever it took to get the job done right, he was expected to follow that same path. Join the Reapers as well or the local militia, something that had an important role in society so he could brag about his son following in his footsteps or whatever else the man wanted. He started training Aiden how to use a gun, fight with knives and other blades, as well as basic medical skills that he could find useful. For a while Aiden enjoyed the training but as time went on his father got more and more fanatical and rough with him to the point of broken bones in some instances. Though when told "It's for your own good" it's hard to believe it's anything else at that age or that a parent has anything less than good intentions.

When he was 14 his father left on a mission outside the walls, just a standard supply run to get whatever they could from nearby locations, but either them, or the previous team, had missed a roving group of zombies and they ran right into them. The fight was quick and bloody but not quick enough to avoid his father getting bitten. The man decided to hide the wound, though he knew what it meant, and return to the city. Aiden questioned his father when he started to get sick, but got nothing more than a curt dismissal and order to keep quiet about it. When his father turned several days later he was the only one in the house and used the training he'd learned to kill the only remaining family he had before fleeing to the neighbors house and collapsing from shock covered in blood.

Once he came to he knew there was no way he could afford to live in his house and the neighbors couldn't afford to house another child. With nowhere else to go he spent the next couple years wandering the Lanes and The Outskirts doing whatever he needed to in order to survive. He mostly avoided people and stole what he couldn't get any other way. It was honestly a miracle he never got caught by the militia, but he managed it by keeping to the shadows and knowing the streets like the back of his hand. He spent that time not speaking and trying to process the loss of the only life he knew. It wasn't easy and the solitude did give him a few odd habits that he still hasn't shaken.

Once he hit the age of 16 he decided to join up with the Rogues with the intention of stepping into the role of a Reaper like his father when he hit the age of 21, but when that birthday came he decided he liked where he was too much to just up and leave. The Rogues gave him the freedom he wanted, but he still felt like he was honoring his father's wishes. Even with the way he was treated he didn't know anything else and the thought at least gave him something to focus on.

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|Society Role/Faction|

Aidan has been a member of the Rogues since he was old enough to join. Despite being there for years he never wanted to take on a leadership role beyond what was expected of him. He likes being able to go outside the city walls and doesn't want to get saddled with bureaucracy or decision-making. He'll work with other people in the faction to make plans or help scout when asked, but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself.

The people within the faction know him well and know his skills when it comes to going out on raids, paid or no, he's just interested in exploring outside the walls. Offer him a job and he'll be on his feet in a heartbeat ready to go. Despite his quirks he's a reliable member to have watching your back, provided you don't find anything shiny, in that case all bets are off.

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Inventory

• Machete and knives: One of the few items that he took from the house, his father's machete that is well sharpened and kept in a leather sheath on his back. The knives belong to the same set and slot into places on the sheath that can be used for throwing or stabbing.
• His mother's necklace and his father's ring. A simple leather cord with an arrow pendant hanging off of it. He keeps his father's ring on the same cord.
• A small backpack that he can use to store food, a small first aid-kit, and any other minor items he might need without hindering his movement.

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Other:

While Aiden is proficient in close quarters combat he is much happier fighting from a distance or just sneaking past any threats without engaging. If asks he says it's to avoid wasting time and resources, but in reality the act of killing a Host with a blade reminds him too much of killing his father.

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Might add some additional stuff but overall it is finished

The Rise of WillowClan

Mentions: @solokolos

Duskwing could tell her words got through to Moosepaw, if his lowered head was anything to go by. She was glad for that, she didn't consider herself to be the best with words but when it came to her apprentice she put forth as much effort as she could muster to be a reliable mentor to him. She'd been on her own for a long time before she found WillowClan and the support they offered made going about life that much easier.

She twitched her whiskers in response and gave him a nod, "Of course. Don't hesitate to come to me if you need anything." She watched him pad off to the apprentice's den and nodded to herself. He'd do just fine and he would make a fine mentor for his clanmates one day.

A quick scan of the camp told her that most everyone else was either already asleep or busy dealing with the stranger's that she'd been keeping an eye on earlier. She still didn't trust them, their story didn't entirely add up and there was something about them that unnerved her even if she couldn't quite pin down what. Fernstar and Stonefall were actively dealing with them though so that left her free to sleep until morning, hopefully. She padded to the warrior's den and curled herself into a tight ball of dark ginger fur before letting her mind finally drift off.

Mentions: @The Elvenqueen @savannahssu

Yellow eyes were fixed firmly on the mice as Stormheart tried to figure out a plan to catch both of them if he could. They were likely to be slow because of the weather, but he wasn't exactly the quickest on his paws either and the burrow was likely nearby. He didn't have the energy needed to figure out something as coordinated as what Sunfur had done, and he was about to resign himself to just catching one of them when he met with two pairs of eyes across from him.

He could see the confusion on both his clanmate's faces and tried to figure out how to tell them that there was a mouse that was outside of their line of sight without making too much noise or moving. He saw Spidernose turn and mouth something to Sunfur and hoped that the other warrior had realized the situation. Just in case, he made eye contact with Sunfur first, and then Spidernose, and gestured to the mouse that all three of them could see with his tail before swishing it around to point at the opposite side of the brush that was hidden from them. It wasn't a clear signal, but he hoped it at least got the point across.

Part of him wanted to wait to see comprehension on their faces, but he was afraid that waiting any longer would mean that both of the mice would get away, and even if only one of them got it that was better than losing both. Hopefully they'll understand what I'm doing. He crouched down low and made sure to telegraph to the other two what he was planning on doing; angling his body towards the mouse they couldn't see. He waited just a moment longer before leaping forward to slam his paws down on the mouse which quickly snapped its neck with his weight.

Beyond The Wall, Zombie Post Apoc RP

Will work on a CS tonight and tomorrow