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Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

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Wormwood

_{+ MONSTER EXILE/FORAGER +
12yo || ♂ || 2½ft tall (Lean) || Kobold}

> In the Hamlet, Wormwood no live with hoomans. Me live at edge of place hooman call Hamlet, old house in woods have lots of tasty moss and it damp like cave Wormwood used to live in.
> Wormwood spends most of time outside Hamlet, out foraging for all kinds of leafy plants for sniffles when it cold out, or for all kinds of tasty berries! Wormwood is good at finding things, momma always said me good at sniff treasure!
> Hooman no trust Wormwood, dey say Wormwood is monster but me am not big scary me am small.
> Right at moment Wormwood want gain hooman village trust, me want to be friends and trade tasties for shinies! Wormwood get lonely out in house away from Hamlet. Oh me almost forget, Squigs get lonely too!
> Me not wanted by kin, dey throw poor Wormwood out and tell if come back dey kill him.

S T A T S

[★] [ - ] [ - ] S T R E N G T H
[★] [★] [ - ] D E X T E R I T Y
[★] [ - ] [ - ] V I T A L I T Y
[ - ] [ - ] [ - ] I N T E L L I G E N C E
[★] [★] [ - ] W I S D O M
[★] [★] [★] C H A R I S M A

S K I L L S & R E W A R D S

Skills & Rewards

[ - ] Empty for now

C U R R E N T G O A L S & Q U E S T S

Goals and Quests

[Current Goal: Gain the Hamlets trust]

I N V E N T O R Y

Inventory

[ Clothes ] A vest that is slightly big on Wormwood's shoulders, with a hood.
[ Sling ] A popular game and toy in the village. Powered by pebbles and rocks.
[ Waterskin ] For when you get thirsty.
[ Snacks ] it's simple food, but lounging in the sun always makes lunchtime special.

C O N N E C T I O N S

Connections

[ Name , Relation, Job. Race] brief description

@Dark Cloud

He's adorable. I would die for Wormwood.

Home is where the Hearth is [Closed]

Aww, this is such a sweet RP idea! Thinking of making a sweet bookstore owner or librarian character who is focused on making their place as cozy and conducive for excellent reading vibes as possible!

The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies - For all your anime magic academy RP needs

I'm intrigued! I have a past mage character from a RP that didn't really go far. Wonder if I could use her here... Are automatons/golem-magic a thing in this world?

Eldrich Wild West Anyone?

Nice, nice. Looking forward to it if it happens!

Eldrich Wild West Anyone?

@Lovely Bones Are you planning on starting an Eldritch Wild West rp? Or just throwing the idea out there?

Hello From Purple Fantasy

Hello there! Welcome to the Guild. Hope you have a good time here! :D

All the Best,

SCRAWLS

Disney D&D 5e

Would anyone be interested in reviving this? I believe it would be fascinating and worthwhile.

@KaliW

I might be interested in joining as a player if this gets revived

Big Trouble In The Big Apple: A JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Roleplay. (CLOSED)

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^{NYC Bookstore}

^{Interactions: Lorenzo @Eviledd1984, Bookstore Owner (NPC)}

West nodded as the kid replied with a resilient answer. Stay strong and soldier on. It was a solid mantra, and from the determination in his eye when he had said it, West could tell the kid had been through a lot but had chosen to keep moving forward. But before West could ask anything else, a man on a motorcycle seemed to appear out of nowhere, attacking the kid with a massive punch to the face. There was a whirl of wind that launched books into the air and sent West stumbling a few steps back.

“What the—?!” West yelped, then immediately turned to see the kid bleeding. “Oh my, are you alright? Where did that guy—”

Before his very eyes, he saw the kid in the leather jacket suddenly summon a strange figure of blue and silver. A ghost? An alien? It was… no, it was a Stand, and West instantly realized that the kid had a strange, spiritual helper just like he did. The kid seemingly created a zipper out of thin air, unzipped it, then hopped through, disappearing. Meanwhile, the man on the motorcycle moved through the front window out of the store, seemingly out to get the kid.

West stared agape at the scene but felt his spine tingle. Behind him, Hierophant Green appeared, its tendrils beginning to uncurl, ready for action. It seemed there were others like him in this city, tied to these unseen helpers, these Stands… Fascinating!

The bookstore owner hobbled over with a baseball bat, confused and angry. West gave him a concerned look, seeing that the store was now a mess. The man didn’t seem to have a Stand, as he made no reaction to Hierophant Green right behind him.

“Some dude just tried to rob you! He ran out, I’ll go after him for ya!” West quickly ran to the store door, chasing after the motorcycle. “I’ll be back sir!” he yelled on the way out.

West began to run after the motorcycle, yelling at it. “Hey! You made a mess in there buster!” The motorcycle rider turned into an alley beside the store, and he saw the kid from early back there, emerging from a zipper portal. The motorcycle rider seemed to be continuing his hateful attacks. West needed to help.

“Watch out kid!”

West hadn’t really used his Stand for violence before, but he had used it in his jobs to move heavy items, manipulate controls, or wrap items. He knew he had to do something here. West reached out his right hand and commanded his ethereal assistant. “Stop him!” Hierophant Green flew in front of him in a blaze of green light and allowed its body to separate into a dozen fast-moving tendrils. The tendrils moved quickly down the alley, and all reached out forward to the motorcycle, trying to wrap and constrict the rider, perhaps even pull him off his vehicle.

Eldrich Wild West Anyone?

I'd be interested in playing :D

Big Trouble In The Big Apple: A JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Roleplay. (CLOSED)

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^{Location: NYC Bookstore}

^{Interactions: Bookstore Owner (NPC), Lorenzo @Eviledd1984}

West didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but as he walked over to greet the bookstore owner, he did hear traces of the young man’s conversation with him. The bookstore owner was facing a tall young man with a large, athletic build in a leather jacket. Y’know, despite the kid’s imposing nature, West did see that he had a sense of style to him, somewhat punk, somewhat 50’s retro, like a greaser. But what had they been talking about? A mother, someone gone now. A… murder? Something… suspicious, a man… something occult? Hmmm, strange stuff. Maybe West had just misheard, or maybe he was being paranoid because the Cobbler murders were still fresh on his mind.

Trying not to draw attention to the fact he was standing there eavesdropping, he simply smiled and chatted with the owner. After the owner told West where the self-help books were, West gave him a half-bow of his head in respect.

“Thanks a bunch sir!” West said, then cheerily walked away from the bookstore owner. Moving deeper into the store, he couldn’t help but glance over at the guy in the leather jacket. The kid seemed stern, somewhat upset. West had meant to walk into this store to find help for himself, but maybe he could turn the tables and help someone else.

“Hey excuse me, sir. I wanted to say, I really dig your style!” While some people would be nervous about approaching a complete stranger—especially one as tough-looking as this guy—West reveled in meeting new people, and quickly began to blabber on before the man could even respond.

“You’ve got quite a retro vibe, very suave I must say. Hey, ever seen the musical Grease? They’ve got outfits just like that, honestly, could see you being a perfect extra—no, a lead! A lead for Grease, you’ve definitely got the build and aesthetic for playing a greaser. Ever thought about acting? Oh, but I guess Grease is kinda out of fashion these days, a bit problematic and all. Not to say that you’re problematic! Haha, but you’ve got slick vibes kid, fit for the stage for sure. Hah, just messing with you…” After this torrent of chitchat, West let out a quick laugh, then cleared his throat, getting bit more serious.

“Well, excuse my rambling, but I came over here because I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the bookstore owner, and just wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss… Grief… well, it’s tough. I’ve been grieving a couple of friends who were gone too soon and sometimes life is…

As West thought about the murders, he trailed off for a second, staring back toward the store's front window, a look of sorrow and even perhaps the smallest sense of rage came upon his face. Behind a bookshelf by the front of the store, he saw his ghostly assistant—Hierophant Green—flickered to life for a moment as his fingers tightened into a fist. Then, he released it, and the Stand disappeared.

"Life is hard to keep living when those people disappear and it feels like your fault. And it's hard to go on without asking a lot of questions about what you could’ve done to change things. But what matters is that we keep carrying on y’know?”

West let out a sigh, then gave the stranger a look of earnest respect, and finally shut up for a second, giving the other person a chance to speak.