Raineh Daze
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i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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Simply waiting for the skeleton's reaction.
Lucius Cypher said
Oh come on Faith, it'll be fun! We're Super Awesome, no amnesia will slow us down.
Amnesia is an absolutely terrible thing to have in an RP. There are three people in this one team who all have it. Thus, I want no part of this team.
... got to say that I agree. Probably should've signed onto the teams last in order to avoid them. >.<
ERode said
Just a heads up, but my character's basically going to be a super duper fabulous max reverse trap harem prince(ss). So yeah, prepare your hearts for the day I get a proper word processor and keyboard.
Harems never work out as planned. :p
I posted all the way back on Page... 1, I think. So, uh, actually finished.
Name: Myrisstra Teken't'tar'ghym
Age: 324
Race: Dark Elf, of the evil, backstabby, matriarchal kind.
Job: Gardener
Skills & Abilities: Myrisstra is highly skilled in two things. The first is sword play, and with her general deference and manner of dress people are a lot more inclined to guess that her profession would be 'samurai' or at least some sort of swordsman. This is a misconception, as her second skillset--gardening--revolves around pruning things using swords, and somehow managing to make everything a lot more flowery in passing. It is probably best not to read too much into how she can use her swords to spontaneously create flowers after charging through an area.
Inventory: Well, her swords are nice.
Description: Myrisstra is an orphan. Amongst her kind, this is about as common as breathing--many dark elves have a nasty habit of offing their own parents if nobody else beats them to it. She, however, is an oddity in that they died of non-murderous causes, leaving their daughter as an infant. Thus, she has been raised away from the normal culture of scheming and violence--though this has largely not helped people's opinion of her. She tries to be as respectful as possible, but... this is somewhat difficult when you're naturally intimidating (and then less so once she opens her mouth, because a lisping dark elf just isn't the same).
With all the fighting nowadays, permanent employment as a gardener is rather difficult, so she's been wandering around trying to find work. She's ended up in Burborf, and the plan to end the war sounds good for her future employment prospects.
Name: Myrisstra Teken't'tar'ghym
Age: 324
Race: Dark Elf, of the evil, backstabby, matriarchal kind.
Job: Gardener
Skills & Abilities: Myrisstra is highly skilled in two things. The first is sword play, and with her general deference and manner of dress people are a lot more inclined to guess that her profession would be 'samurai' or at least some sort of swordsman. This is a misconception, as her second skillset--gardening--revolves around pruning things using swords, and somehow managing to make everything a lot more flowery in passing. It is probably best not to read too much into how she can use her swords to spontaneously create flowers after charging through an area.
Inventory: Well, her swords are nice.
Description: Myrisstra is an orphan. Amongst her kind, this is about as common as breathing--many dark elves have a nasty habit of offing their own parents if nobody else beats them to it. She, however, is an oddity in that they died of non-murderous causes, leaving their daughter as an infant. Thus, she has been raised away from the normal culture of scheming and violence--though this has largely not helped people's opinion of her. She tries to be as respectful as possible, but... this is somewhat difficult when you're naturally intimidating (and then less so once she opens her mouth, because a lisping dark elf just isn't the same).
With all the fighting nowadays, permanent employment as a gardener is rather difficult, so she's been wandering around trying to find work. She's ended up in Burborf, and the plan to end the war sounds good for her future employment prospects.
Damn, UE got the M and the H the wrong way around and that confused me. I knew Mh was V. XD
The Rattling Chain
Possibly the oddest sight in this tavern of undead was not, in fact, the obviously unliving occupants. No; in this city of corpses no amount of rotting flesh was at all notable. Rather, it was the child sat at the bar itself, drinking a rather thick milkshake. Chiildren, it could be surmised, were not supposed to hang around in bars on their own, and undead unfortunate enough to have not physically reached adulthood--or some other indicator of age--were a sight indeed. Still, there were more than a few around as you scoured the districts of Gravetown.
Rather, the weird thing was that she barely seemed to be dead at all. Not a hint of decay, no indication of rotting lungs as she sighed at the 'entertainment'... and she'd rejected alcoholic drinks because they got her drunk too easily. Undead, one generally thought, were not in the business of getting drunk. For someone to have all systems working and even somehow cheat to keep their flesh warm... well, it was easy enough to see why a few of the other patrons thought the small blonde was a vampire. Pretty few things could ever seem so alive whilst enduring the mist.
Kitty, for her part, didn't care what anyone else thought so long as she wasn't called upon for displays of magical talent or the like. So long as the barkeeper kept serving her--even though she wasn't exactly buying the bar's normal fare--and the patrons didn't bother her, she would be happy to keep drinking in peace.
Today's story, however, was just annoying. And that had nothing to do with her full glass having somehow ended up in the juggling pile.
"Ye really ought to learn another story."
Possibly the oddest sight in this tavern of undead was not, in fact, the obviously unliving occupants. No; in this city of corpses no amount of rotting flesh was at all notable. Rather, it was the child sat at the bar itself, drinking a rather thick milkshake. Chiildren, it could be surmised, were not supposed to hang around in bars on their own, and undead unfortunate enough to have not physically reached adulthood--or some other indicator of age--were a sight indeed. Still, there were more than a few around as you scoured the districts of Gravetown.
Rather, the weird thing was that she barely seemed to be dead at all. Not a hint of decay, no indication of rotting lungs as she sighed at the 'entertainment'... and she'd rejected alcoholic drinks because they got her drunk too easily. Undead, one generally thought, were not in the business of getting drunk. For someone to have all systems working and even somehow cheat to keep their flesh warm... well, it was easy enough to see why a few of the other patrons thought the small blonde was a vampire. Pretty few things could ever seem so alive whilst enduring the mist.
Kitty, for her part, didn't care what anyone else thought so long as she wasn't called upon for displays of magical talent or the like. So long as the barkeeper kept serving her--even though she wasn't exactly buying the bar's normal fare--and the patrons didn't bother her, she would be happy to keep drinking in peace.
Today's story, however, was just annoying. And that had nothing to do with her full glass having somehow ended up in the juggling pile.
"Ye really ought to learn another story."
How is it pronounced? I can never remember pronunciation.
My mother would be ashamed. :p
... took my father to not have her spell my brother's name incomprehensibly. XD
My mother would be ashamed. :p
... took my father to not have her spell my brother's name incomprehensibly. XD
Room for one more? Though I have an exam in less than an hour so I can't say more than that right now.
Also, statting up Faith as a level 1 Paladin with estimated stats: STR 18, DEX 12, CON 14, WIS 9, INT 9, CHA 16; Feats: Monkey Grip, ???. Add level 3 wealth for the equipment. I should point out that anything below level 5 is pretty within the realms of humanly possible. :p
Also, statting up Faith as a level 1 Paladin with estimated stats: STR 18, DEX 12, CON 14, WIS 9, INT 9, CHA 16; Feats: Monkey Grip, ???. Add level 3 wealth for the equipment. I should point out that anything below level 5 is pretty within the realms of humanly possible. :p
Even if no-one else did, the presence of someone who can help more or less the entire cast get stronger is totally a good idea.
Also, Chachazero. Chachazero is hilarious.
Also, Chachazero. Chachazero is hilarious.
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