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A little about me…

• Female (She/Her) (Cisgender)
• Pansexual
• Thirty years old.
• An America-born Eurasian. (Of Han Chinese and Dutch descent.)
• US Central Time Zone
• Casual & Advanced are my vibes.
• My writing interests are manifold.
• I tend to prefer 1x1’s but I never shy away from a great group RP.
• Ask for the Discord.





Current Roleplays…

NO MERCY WRESTLING LEGENDS My long-running wrestling career 1x1 roleplay with @Shoopuf.

~ BLACK FLAGS OF THE ABECEAN ~ A swashbuckling RP set in the universe of The Elder Scrolls.





Extras…

My catalogue of characters. (The new one.)

My old/original catalogue of characters.

SANDSTRIDERS world and lore.

A Thousand Legends world and lore.

Group Roleplays that I have GM’d;

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ACT ONE
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Welcome To The Abecean…


10th of Midyear, 4E 200


Off The Coast Of Stros M’kai…








“No one bests an Orc!”

Captain Robyn Hawkton raised his weapon just in time to block the incoming swing. His assailant’s orichalcum blade crashed down hard against Robyn’s cutlass, jarring his arms. Robyn clenched his sword hilt with both hands, his brow furrowed and teeth gritted as he tried - futilely - to push back against his opponent. The Breton man was down on one knee before the charred helm of his ship, at the mercy of a towering Orc with thick, dirty braids that had just beheaded his first mate. Robyn squinted through long strands of brown hair plastered to his face, meeting the Orc’s fierce yellow eyes.

The Orc stepped in close, boots grinding against the deck, and with a snort raised his weapon high. Robyn frantically rolled to the left, just barely dodging the downward cleave. He staggered up onto wobbly legs, nearly tripping over the arrow-riddled corpse of another of his men as he backed down the afterdeck. The Orc closed the distance in three broad steps, his sword again raised.

“This is the end, human. Any final prayers to whimper to the gods?” the green-skinned brute sneered.

Robyn took another step back, his breathing quick and ragged, the blade in his right hand quivering. What little pride the young captain could still muster hoped the Orc did not see the fear in his eyes. Not that it would even matter soon. Robyn’s gaze swept over the horrendous scene before him: his ship, the Arslan’s Fortune, littered with fallen crewmen; its once proud, white sails torn and flapping wildly as flames engulfed the topside. The clash of steel and desperate battle cries filled the night air as what remained of Robyn’s men fought on against the pirates who had boarded their ship.

Not even four bells ago all had been well. After being blown off course earlier that day by a harsh gale the Arslan’s Fortune found its heading and was set to reach High Rock only slightly off schedule. What some among the crew had feared to be an ill happening was just an inconvenience that drew sighs of relief once passed. Unfortunately, the merchantman had gone far enough astray into dangerous waters to attract the attention of a band of pirates. They gave chase under cover of darkness. By the time the night watch finally sighted the pursuing ship it was already too late. Mage fire had rained across the decks as the brigands surged forward, soaring through the air and skimming across the water by way of magic. Captain Hawkton and his cohort managed to slay the first wave of attackers, but the reprieve was brief. The enemy vessel bore down on them at full speed ramming into the Arslan’s Fortune, the pirates dropping boarding ramps and swinging across in scores.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

Robyn’s eyes widened as the Orc bellowed savagely and took a mighty swing at his midsection. The captain stepped to the right and brought his cutlass up at an angle. There was a metallic snapping sound as the end of Robyn’s sword was broken off by the sturdier orichalcum blade. The Orc swung again, a second overhead strike that Robyn evaded, ducking past his foe and dashing toward the stairs that led down to the main deck. A roaring sphere of flame flew out from the nearby pirate ship and slammed into the steps ahead of him, erupting in a blinding flash of fire and sparks. Robyn threw an arm up as the shockwave knocked him backward. The wooden stairs vanished in a splintering blast, collapsing into a smoking heap that spat embers across the deck. Behind the captain, the Orc closed in again, his heavy steps thumping against the planks as the plume of flame rose high.

Robyn rolled onto his side and hauled himself to his feet. With a sharp breath he glanced at the ruined length of his cutlass then hurled it away, the broken blade skittering across the deck. His hand went instead to his belt, closing around the hilt of his dagger. The surviving crew were fighting like cornered beasts, and even a handful of passengers that had been aboard the Arslan’s Fortune had bravely joined in the defense of the ship. But the attackers were well-armed and had a number of powerful spellcasters among their ranks. Cones of flame and writhing arcs of lightning tore through the defenders just as often as blades did.

Captain Robyn Hawkton had never been a man to give in to despair, but he could recognize the direness he faced. If this was indeed to be where it ended then he should not die cowering. With a silent prayer to Kynareth, matron of the seas, Robyn drew his dagger and took a defensive stance as the Orc’s sword rose high above him.
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”We're as good as grounded," First Mate Huruz said grimly.

"If we see another ship, I'm sure we can talk them out of it," the captain replied with a throaty chuckle. "We're disabled, but still afloat. You're always thinking about disasters."

"Better safe than … is that another ship?"

Saraja turned and grinned. "Our future ship, you mean."


- Pirates of the Abecean












GUIDELINES AND RULES

Expectations and an outline on gameplay and functions.
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• Adhere to the guild rules of course.

• This RP will be 18+ but in cohesion with guild rules avoid sexually explicit themes and other fringe material that other players may be uncomfortable with. Romantic relationships between player characters or player characters and NPCs are allowed but in the possible instance of any sexual scenes/content players must fade to black.

• Please do not detach yourself from the storyline. As already clarified this RP is open world, meaning players are allowed to pursue personal goals and explore the Abecean Sea of their own volition. That said everyone is expected to have a presence in the main plot as it unfolds over time so keep your character in “the loop”.

• Players are allowed only one character at a time. If a character dies or is otherwise indisposed of players are allowed to create a new one.

• No hybrid class characters.

• Weapons and armor will for the most part be aesthetic.

• This will be a lite tabletop campaign. What I mean by this is that while we will be using tabletop devices - i.e dice, ability scores, etcetera - this is very much still a narrative driven RP. To place a ratio to it this will be 3/4 narrative and 1/4 dice rolls and scoring.

• Post content should range within three to six paragraphs. In some instances less than three paragraphs is acceptable, but even then bare minimum should be no less than around eight to ten sentences.

• Discord will be used for a notable amount of communication/discussion while IC content will predominantly remain onsite.

• Please use headers at the top of your posts that include your character’s name, the date, and any other relevant details to the scene.

• Please notify the GM of any extended absence you may need/have. I am willing to work with you if you just let me know. If you have simply lost interest I would still appreciate a heads up with my guarantee of no hard feelings.





GAMEPLAY AND DICE























ENTERPRISE CENTER,
SAINT LOUIS, MISSOURI





It was a cool night in Saint Louis, the first night of August. The city was lively as always and brilliantly lit up by the glow of skyscrapers, street lamps, and an endless flow of evening commuters coursing through the streets. Car horns blared, sirens wailed, and the voices of thousands of people carried high above the ground. Tonight, however, there was something that gave Saint Louis a “greater” energy. Something that had the eyes of sports entertainment fans and aficionados directed at the STL. - The Rubicon Gauntlet.

No Mercy Wrestling, the hottest new independent wrestling promotion, had been live for just one month now. And even with all the excitement of recent signings by new talent, rivalries building up in the ring, and the clear drama between management that the fans seem to be eagerly soaking in, there was something obvious lacking - reigning champions. The last two weeks of July had seen the NMW fans endlessly pleading to the see the metal and calling for the first title matches in the infant brands’ history. CEO Mark Trenton and General Manager Antonio Deguara “agreed” that there was no way to decide among both the men and women’s rosters which two rising stars would be best suited to be put forth up as potential champions. Even without considering the array of talent on both rosters, the executives in the company cherry picking two wrestlers from each division would just sew resentment among many of the fans as well as anger much of both rosters. After some discussion among upper management it was settled that a tournament would be the best way to decide who among the rosters would face off at a special PLE finale - another first for NMW - to crown the men and women’s champions.

A poll was posted online to allow the fans to vote for their choice wrestlers and after sixty hours the decisions were in. Twelve men and twelve women were chosen by the NMW fans for a shot at the title by fighting their way through the aptly named Rubicon Gauntlet. The two who survived a variety of matches over three rounds in four weeks would face off in a final epic title match on August thirtieth at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada. The first half of the first round was to take place in Saint Louis, Missouri and would consist of normal rules matches. The Enterprise Center was sold out with every seat filled and plenty of fans crowded in the parking lot and surrounding areas, tailgating and enjoying the opening men’s match on the big screens outside.

Tonight was the first night of what was expected to be a phenomenal few weeks for No Mercy Wrestling. The men and women that were part of this tournament were all part of something historic for the brand and they would all be remembered for years to come.


I shall create the Discord server after dinner. Like this message and I will send a server invite via a PM. I know we had one or two that were/seemed tentative in their interest, hence my request of a “confirmation like”.


Reporting for duty, cap'n! (please don't make me swab the deck again)


Excuse you, last time you steered the ship.
I am interested provided you are not mad at me :(


Never, Mister Bean. ✨

(Is this about the Starfinder RP? 😂)
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