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The Erusean Mail Service

@liferusher
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The Erusean Mail Service

Um, how do I make the text grey like that again?I'm still kinda stupid about formatting. I edited the rest though.

The Erusean Mail Service

Alright! Took me the better part of a day, but I finally put something together that seemed halfway decent! I think I may have accidentally made him depressed though, which is a far darker direction than I had planned when I started. Trying to stay optimistic though, so it just means he now has a character arc up and ready to go!

Joseph Moore

Joseph Moore

"Nothing against you, but I th-... No, stop that. St-... Stop that before you get yourself killed you dumbass!"

_Name

Joseph Moore

_Age

Nineteen

_Gender

Male

_{Physical Description}

Joseph is pretty average looking all things considered. Brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'9" in height. No scars, no birthmarks, nothing.The most stand out thing about him, at least in the eyes of the people around him, seems to be his glasses. Other than that, he's stock standard. Average. Boring.

And he hates it.

_Personality

Much like his appearance, Joseph's personality has been called bland by many around him. He finds it easier to stand back and observe what goes on around him, and while he does often feel an urge to comment on what he sees, the sense that he would be better served keeping it to himself tends to outweigh those feelings. He'll try to be friendly to others, but he would rather stay quiet and keep his head down, otherwise he might just piss everyone off. Essentially, he has little to no confidence or self esteem anymore, so he'd rather just try to live his life without making much of an impact. Occasionally though, he'll see something particularly strange, which will temporarily cause his self-control to collapse leading to an outburst as he questions just what the hell is happening.

Despite his intentions to keep his head down, he honestly does wish he could be more interesting to people. However, when he's tried in the past, it has only ever blown up in his face, so he's just given up. Now all he can do is retreat into his hobbies, most of which allow him to stay out of other peoples way.

_{Likes & Dislikes}

Likes: Reading, drawing, peace and quiet, secret love of really bad puns, Filipe the turtle.
Dislikes: Being the center of attention, situations spiraling out of control, spiders.

_Biography

In all honesty, Joseph has had a pretty uninteresting life. Even as a kid, he wasn't exactly outgoing, preferring to sit on the sidelines and draw rather than get into the middle of it and try to join a group of friends, most of which had already been established by the time his family moved to the island. For a while, things were fine like that, but then he just had to start opening his big, stupid mouth.

Now, this may surprise some of you, but Joseph was never very good at talking to people. He was a pretty shy person in general, but there was also the fact that he really didn't have that much experience talking to anyone who didn't already know him really well. Because of this, when he finally decided that it might be kind of nice to have at least one friend who wasn't already in his family, he completely botched the introduction. What was meant to be a friendly joke about the person he was talking to came out sounding a lot more like an insult, and from that day on he had made an enemy of one of the most popular kids in his school, and in turn the bullying from people who probably would've been pretty friendly had the introduction gone well...

By the time he started high school, Joseph had learned his lesson. Trying to talk to people would only end in disaster, as most of the times he did, it seemed like he would just spout whatever he was thinking and insult them by accident. Eventually, by keeping his sentences short and to the point, he managed to train this habit out of his usual speech, but by then it was far too late. So he keeps to himself again, spending his free time alone and drawing so he doesn't upset anyone else. Hell, the only reason he even applied for the service was because he thought the whole skybike thing would let him stay out of other peoples way, making it the ideal job for him.

Also, the views would be pretty nice. Might make for some good inspiration, you know?

_{Relationships}

To be determined later throughout the roleplay.

_Other

He has a pet turtle, named Filipe, and while he likes it well enough, he's pretty sure it might actually be evil somehow, simply from the fact that it seems to glare at him whenever it thinks he isn't looking.

The Erusean Mail Service

Aaand I just realised I never got that character sheet done, and it's one in the morning now...

Welp! Looks like tomorrows gonna be a pretty busy one!

The Erusean Mail Service

I'm gonna try to start working on Glasses Boi soon, because this pack of crazies clearly needs a straight man to shout-ask what the hell is happening when the shenanigans spiral out of control.

World of Telduria [Reboot]

Hey, haven't gotten much of a chance to read all the lore yet, but I just wanna ask something first. Would there be room for a character who wants to be the best blacksmith in the world and create legendary weapons? Like Excalibur, or Gae Bolg, the kind of weapons that are remembered alongside the heroes who wield them for millennia to come. From what I can see, he probably won't be able to be in both the Blacksmith and Enchanting guilds, but he'd be good at both. Hell, he might not even be in either.

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

@EchoicChamber@CommisarJhon

Nick was taken aback for a moment, realizing that he'd definitely made a less than optimal first impression on the woman. However, he only let his surprise show for a moment before recovering, stepping back on to solid ground and getting closer. As he walked, he made himself look calm, letting out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, because if there's anyone who people think of when they think 'throat slicing murderer', it's me!" He laughed, before taking a closer look at the woman's face.

And then, after a few moments of intense study, he jumped back, pointing at her with a shocked expression on his face.

"AH! It's you! You're the scary mercenary lady with the teeth and stuff!" He shouted, before a grin took over his face. "I haven't seen you in ages! Nice to see you're still alive!"

He watched as she spoke to the blur.

"Oh yeah that's... I never actually got a name, so I'm gonna go with Blitz!" He gestured from Blitz to the woman, deciding he might as well try to perform the introductions. "Blitz, Teeth. Don't piss her off, 'cause she'll rip you in half."

Much like she had before, he said that in a way that made it sound like a joke, rather than something he'd actually witnessed happen.

However, he paused when she asked why they were there, before hopping back over to Blitz and whispering to him.

"Yeah, 's actually a pretty good question. Why're we here again?"

The Faraway Land: Underground Railroad

Jeremy Lindall blinked awake, the sound of the doorbell easily breaking through the light sleep he'd drifted into. Yawning, he lifted his face out of the puddle of drool that had begun to pool on his desk, sitting in the middle of...

"Ah, shit."

Even though he'd heard the bell, he delayed answering the door in favour of sprinting to the bathroom. Within seconds, he was back in the study, towel in hand, and wiping it over the puddle so the water wouldn't damage any of the machinery scattered just a few centermeters from the edge of it. It wasn't until this task was done that he decided it was safe to leave, turning his attention back to the door.

Stumbling over to the door, he realised how he must've looked. He hadn't shaved for a few days, there were probably bags under his bloodshot eyes, there was sure to be some oil smudges on his forehead or cheek or something and he mayhave still been a little drunk, or at least hungover, from the night before. Add to that his usual lack of social skills, and this was gonna be a hell of a first impression.

After what seemed like ages, he made it to the door, and opened it to see... a girl? A pretty girl too. That was unusual. Pretty much any member of the female gender who wasn't related to him tended to avoid him. Vaguely, he had a tiny inkling that he recognized her somewhere at the back of his mind, so maybe they'd met at some point before.

"Hello?" He said, not quite intending for it to come out as a question, but whatever. "Sorry, my memories kinda shit, but do we know each other?"

@Thinslayer

A Truly Gifted World (Perpetually Seeking!)

@CommisarJhon
Oops, thought I'd already replied to this. I was actually planning to try and put out another post yesterday, but I got distracted. I'll try to get something out at some point today.

Another Epic Tale? Hopefully - An Isekai/Other World RP

@1Charak2
Right now? Nervously optimistic. You?