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Casual, really?

Now, this actually something I appreciate. That was quite an interesting discovery about the inner workings of the Guild (and made me significantly more confident in my project).

You really have my thanks for pointing this out.

@FinalPalladium

Yeah, I also took a look at your code (it checks out). Since it (seemingly) had no problems with the other tags, the Casual tag not showing up is definitely a Guild thing, not your program. Cheers!

Casual, really?

@FinalPalladium

I went back and checked a previous casual RP that I made. It turns out that, even if the Casual tag is checked off, it won't show up in the RP description!

Casual, really?

yeah, my mind was blown that not a single topic within the first 25 pages of Casual has a casual tag. Then I took a look for myself and found that you're right, or at least to the 5 pages i checked. What the hell?

A GM's job

Knowledge and understanding, too. I think it's incredibly important for a GM to know WHAT they want and WHO they want to participate in an RP. Furthermore, they should know WHERE they want the RP to go. That way, there's cohesion and direction.

STONE'S REPOSITORY OF MAGIC

Holy stick in the mud, it's Eliza Chayre! - Windfall

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Eliza Chayre

Eliza Chayre

Elizabethany Chayre ● 27 ● she/her

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^Appearance:

Eliza is taller than most men, standing at around 181cm. Add her armor to the equation to make her the tallest person around. She has long, wavy red hair that she usually braids. Her expression is usually a stern frown or a grimace of disapproval.

Eliza always carries around her weapon of choice, whether it be a mace, axe, or halberd. She is almost always in armor as well.

^Reputation:

Eliza embodies the statement "holier-than-thou." Others around her will never be able to reach the level of purity and goodness that she holds within her soul. Why bother taking criminals to prison when the agent of god's will can send them to the Afterrealms?

^{Reason for Traveling:}

Born to a loving couple of merchants based in Haydrin's Seat, Eliza's early childhood was blessed with happiness and comfort. Her parents doted on her and her two older sisters. Life was good.

However, there are always people who will trample on the lives of others, for their own personal malice carries them away from the path of good. Those people burned down the Chayre home, killing every member of Eliza's family save herself. She was six years old at the time.

Eliza was taken in by the central church and taught magic by the priests, displaying incredible aptitude from a young age. Furthermore, she received combat training from one of the finest teachers in all of Sedaia. There was nothing more to it-she was just naturally talented at fighting. Before long, she was keeping up with the rest of the knights. Eventually, she surpassed them.

It's too bad that she developed a near-god complex along the way. While she is talented, constant praise and approval from her teachers taught her nothing but conceit. Her interpretations of doctrine are correct–anyone who disagrees with her is a heretic. Her ways of judging crimes are just–her sense of justice is perfectly balanced. After all, if her way of doing things was wrong, why would the gods bless her with such power and talent?

Conveniently, Eliza's temple in the Midlands likes to send her on extremely difficult missions that take a long time. She is currently pursuing a lead on a holy artifact that can supposedly cure any affliction.

^Meta:

I think the primary thing I'm looking for is a chance to do good action writing, which I don't get nearly enough practice on. I need some spicy opportunities for combat–whether they're strategic battles or rowdy brawls doesn't matter. I want to be able to show that Eliza is a capable warrior and paladin–but not much else. Badass moments are perfect for setting up the first part of that.

In terms of character progression/goals, I think Eliza should move towards becoming more self-aware of her shortcomings. HOW she is made aware of them is totally open–it can be the joys of companionship, the depths of despair, betrayal, injury, whatever. She obviously wants to get the artifact as soon as possible, but I am okay with her quest taking a backseat to other characters' storylines.

Eliza herself is willing to take a detour on her journey to assist others–it is, after all, the duty of the enlightened to help those in need. She knows that the search will be long; allies will be essential. Information and/or discovery is her final goal.

^Skills:

• Skilled with most martial weapons - prefers heavy ones like axes, morningstars, or halberds
• Arcane magic practitioner - can charge her weapon strikes with divine energy and make things glow with holy light
• Trained in horseback riding, small-scale tactics, and medicine

^Extra:

Art Source

STONE'S REPOSITORY OF MAGIC

The mother-lovin' polyglot himself, Laki Hirata! - Persona: The Rod of Asclepius

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Name

Laki Hirata || 平田 ラキ

Arcana

Chariot

Age

3rd Year High Schooler (18)

Personality Traits

Hardworking and decisive, Laki places great value on spending one's time intelligently. He's never idling–always reading a book, working with his hands, or earning money at a part-time job. He does have an easygoing and comedic side, but it's been largely suppressed by the urgency of his current situation. No time to relax when there's money to be made and material to study. He can easily overwork himself, but believes it's just a result of not being strong enough.

Due to his mixed parentage and current situation, Laki often feels a bit put out around others. He's never looked quite like everyone else (dominant Samoan genes will do that) and his Japanese is slightly accented. Combine that with the stigma around single mothers and foreigners, well, you get the idea.

Backstory

Laki's life is defined by his heritage–his mother a Japan-naturalized Samoan, his father a small-town doctor. The two parents met while his father was doing humanitarian work in the Samoan islands. They fell in love, married, and eventually moved to Japan when Laki was six. Laki's mother naturalized into a Japanese citizen after five years and picked up a job as a hairdresser.

Soon after, Laki's mother discovered that her husband had cheated on her, driving a crack into their relationship. Furthermore, Laki was struck by a deadly illness that confined him to a bed for almost an entire year. The fractured marriage alongside Laki's rapidly rising medical costs led to his father filing a divorce. With only the income of a hairdresser and little knowledge of Japanese, the single mother and child fell rapidly into debt.

Laki recovered and focused on strengthening his body. His mother worked hard to overcome the language and cultural barrier as best she could. Things were starting to look up–until Laki's mother was struck by the Yellow Plague.

Now, Laki spends almost all his time earning money to support himself, pay for his mother's treatment, and studying to make sure he doesn't drop out of school. It's only a matter of time until something goes wrong...

Gear

Laki is proficient in Limalama, as taught to him by his mother. He makes use of his large frame and strength in order to defend himself and subdue opponents. He hasn't practiced it in a while, though–there's no time!

If he were to use a weapon, he'd probably go for a shield.

Otherwise, the other thing he has going for him is his physical ability, honed through strenuous part-time work and long jogs/bike rides. He's likely the strongest a high schooler can get while balancing study, work, and training.

Persona

Laki's persona is Ti'i-Ti'i, the Samoan version of Hawaii's slightly-more-famous Maui. He appears as a muscular man wielding a huge fish hook carved from bone. His muscles are covered in swirling tattoos that glow with ethereal light. Some famous achievements of his include bringing fire to mankind, hauling islands to their proper places, and lassoing the sun itself.

Persona Abilities

Ti'i-Ti'i focuses on destroying enemies with physical damage, shaping the earth with his might, and protecting allies through buffs.

Persona: The Rod of Asclepius

time passed by in an instant. i will begin to work on the post now.

Persona: The Rod of Asclepius

I'M SORRY FOR NOT IMMEDIATELY RESPONDING LIKE I USUALLY DO

What's a setting that you don't feel like is explored enough in original RPs?

I would love more straight up horror. It's hard to write a Horror RP successfully when you don't control all the variables (players), but I would love to engage in an RP that just had triggers and revelations that were completely terrifying, surprising and disturbing.

@Rekker

Yeah, I think with the amount of agency people have in RP it'd be difficult to control all the variables like you can in a movie or maybe a TTRPG. I do wanna see if anyone's ever done a successful horror RP before lol

Windfall ☄ A Character-driven Fantasy

Eliza Chayre & Ori Tabel

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Saying no to those eyes was just as impossible as Ori living to thirty. He wasn't one to turn down a ride regardless, after all, it was free and walking anywhere in the heat was unbearable. So he accepted the offer with a gracious smile and hopped on the back. Once more, the only thing Haydrin's Seat was good for was clients. At least he could afford to eat.
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“Where are you going next, Ori?” The words startled him out of his thoughts. He was about to respond when he realised that, well, he couldn't. He was running out of rumours to chase up on. Blood magic cults were getting a little old, considering that he himself was fully qualified to join one if he wanted to. So anywhere was good.
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When the older woman spoke again, he gave her a smile and said, "A little further north, I guess."
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/ / /

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...Those in darkness cannot see snakes for who they are...
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...Woe to those bearing malice in their hearts...
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...and whenceforth, the God-king ruled his realm...
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Scripture flowed through Eliza's head as she took step after step under the beating Scrublands sunshine. A few groups of insects buzzed past, searching for appropriate seeds in the waist-high grass on the side of the road. Other than the bugs and the cry of a few birds soaring overhead, it seemed as if every mote of life in the area was doing the sensible thing and staying out of the heat. The only thing moving was the lady paladin in the center of the dirt path heading slowly west.
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Thankfully, Eliza's armor was the best she could afford, hot off the Capitol's forges with a streamlined design meant for extended travel, the plates designed in such a way that allowed for proper ventilation and airflow. Every single breeze would circulate through bits in the plate metal, cooling her down.
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Still, ventilation and airflow meant nothing to the bits where her skin was exposed directly to sunlight. Her helm was packed at the top of her knapsack, tied with a thick string for easy access, which meant her head was taking the full brunt of the midday rays. She felt a few drops of sweat make their way down her neck and into her undershirt.
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Eliza set down her bag and readjusted her hair, tying it up in a fashion similar to that of a field worker in a sort of pseudo-bun. Much better. If only she had some sort of light hat for shade... She picked up her things and continued onwards, boots crunching slightly on the bits of stone mingled with the dirt path.
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A light rumble made its way through the earth beneath her. Eliza turned and saw a covered wagon pulled by a single horse making its way down the path. She tensed slightly and reached for her bag, but relaxed at the sight of a scrawny boy at the reins.
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The wagon didn't seem to be slowing down, so Eliza stepped out of its path and slightly into the grass. As it passed by, a young girl in the back stared at her and waved. She waved back.
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It took a few moments for the implications of the existence of a wagon to sink into Eliza's heat-weary brain.
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"H-hey! Hold!" She called, increasing her pace to a light jog in order to catch the wagon. Thankfully, the girl noticed, turning to someone behind her. The wagon came to a stop.
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Eliza jogged up to the front of the wagon, breathing heavily. Even a quick jog under this heat was brutal.
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"Hail," she said. "I am Eliza Chayre, paladin of the church. Might I join you on your journey through the Scrublands? This heat, to put it in simple terms, is terrible in armor."
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An older woman with blond hair tied in a braid leaned forward from inside the carriage. "Oh my, a paladin? I've never met one of you before." Eliza caught a glimpse of a young man in the carriage as well, his face obscured by fabric, who shifted uncomfortably.
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"There aren't very many of us. Paladins serve as protectors of the peace and agents of the church," Eliza said. "We usually carry out missions given by the clergy. That takes a special kind of elite. I am searching for a fabled artefact that can cure any affliction in the Highlands."
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The little girl and the man in the carriage both perked up.
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"Momma! Momma! Can she come with us? Pleaaaaaaaase?" she slapped the wagon boards anxiously. "Please?"
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"I'm not sure," the mother replied. "We already promised Ori that we'd take him further north... Doing another detour would put us a bit off schedule..."
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"The presence of a paladin is excellent deterrent for any would-be mauraders," Eliza said. "I can pay for your troubles as well."
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The mother looked back at the young man with cloth over his face. "Ori?"
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"It shouldn't be a problem," he said, looking thoughtful. "What direction are you headed, lady paladin?"
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"West, to the Highlands. I seek a holy artefact that can cure any affliction for the Church."
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Ori's face scrunched up like he was narrowing his eyes. "Any affliction, you say?"
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"That is what is rumored, yes. Anything from plagues to curses to mental afflictions."
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"That sounds incredible," the mother said. "And, Ori, if you could move over there... we can get right along..."
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Eliza climbed into the wagon and dropped her bags into the corner next to a few boxes of packed goods. The light shade provided by the cover of the wagon was incredible. Her armor clanked as she sat down, leaning on the side, and she sighed in relief.
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"That's some heat," Eliza murmured.
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"It certainly is," the mother said. She pulled out a waterskin and offered it to her. "You look right parched."
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"It's alright, I have one of my own." Eliza pulled hers out of her pack and took a sip. Lukewarm. Fantastic. "I never caught your names?"
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"Ooh! Ooh! I'm Jessie, and that's Gray up there in the front," the daughter said. "Momma's name is Donna. We're the bestest family around!"
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"I see," Eliza said. "What do you all do for a living?"
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"We run boxes and grow food and eat carrots and beat up rats and go around the whole wide world," Jessie said in one breath. "It's not as cool as you though, Miss Eliza. It must be super amazing to go around and beat up bad guys and save princesses and fight monsters-" she stopped, out of breath.
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"We all have our own roles in this world," Eliza smiled. "It is the duty of the gifted to help those without boons from the Lord, such as yourselves."
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Donna's expression flickered slightly. "We receive plenty of blessings. The fields, the rain, the food, it's all for us."
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"Yes, that is true. We are all loved by our Lord in different ways." She turned her attention to the young man next to her. He hadn't spoken a word since she'd stepped on the cart. "Tell me, traveler, why do you hide your eyes like so? It makes you look rather suspicious."
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He turned to face Eliza, staring in her direction for a bit before he began to speak. "Oh, I'm plenty suspicious. But if you must know, I'm blind."
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"Well-" Jessie began.
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"Sadly, the lord must've used all his blessings on you, because there weren't many left for me," Ori cut in quickly. "If you're headed West, I'll gladly come with, so not to delay Donna too much. I just remembered I have some... business to take care of there, anyway."
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"Oh, really? Excellent." Eliza turned to Donna. "As I said, I will reimburse you for the trouble-"
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"There's no need, really," Donna made a strained smile. "Our next destination is in that direction anyways."
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"I insist on it. No matter your origin, you have done your duty as a governed citizen to support your superiors in their time of need. That demands recompense."
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Donna pursed her lips, then nodded slowly.
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Eliza was about to continue when Jessie cut her off.
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"Can I ask you a question? How did you become a paladin? How did you train? Can I try on your armor? How heavy is your axe? Can you use magic? Do you have a horse?"
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Donna tousled Jessie's hair, stopping the stream of inquiries. "We'll have plenty of time for you to ask the oh-so-holy woman questions, alright? Let her rest a bit. I'm sure she's tired from walking."
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"It's no bother, really, but I suppose I could shut my eyes a bit... Wake me up if any trouble occurs." Eliza closed her eyes and recited scripture until darkness overtook her.