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Superboy's Shitty Characters

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Two little boots crunched into the snow with nary a sound. Chip drifted away from the carriage, his gait more akin to a leaf on the wind than a normal walk. His body spun as he took in his surroundings. Auonar was unfamiliar to him. The conclave had sent him this direction on a few occasions, but he'd never come close to the city let alone entered it.

There were twice as many people around as he'd seen in the last month. Buildings, carriages and crowds cut off his sight lines in every direction, like he was standing in the center of a dense woodland. At least in the woods he could rely on his ears to warn him of danger, but here? It was loud. Horses were neighing, wheels were turning, people were yelling.

'How does anyone live like this?' He grumbled. 'Can barely hear myself think.'

Chip shook his head and turned to face Dular, answering a question she'd asked him minutes earlier that he'd chosen to ignore until now. "Like to eat as I go. Sitting around wastes time." He explained, tracing his gaze along the street until he spotted what looked like a tavern sign. When was the last time he stepped into a place like that? "Don't like tables, either. Or plates. Just eat with your hands, you know?"

After a beat he turned around again. "Someone else should talk in there," he looked to Entyrea, crinkling up his nose. "You talk a lot."

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

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Bet you're super ready for the remaster coming out, then.

@TGM

yooo I had no idea lmao, that's poggers

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

Probably the first Mass Effect for me. Absolutely loved its writing and characters but ohhh boy was it clunky to play. I didn't have a huge problem with that the first time- because I was 100% engrossed in its storytelling- but the two times I tried to replay it I couldn't get past the first mission

The Voyagers of Duonia: A Medieval Fantasy RP

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A soft snoring rose from the back of the carriage where a halfling could be found, all wrapped up in furs and curled into a ball. If not for the sound one might've mistook him for a large rock, for the furs seemed to blend into each other and the man underneath didn't appear to move at all, even to breathe. He'd been like that since the moment they climbed into the carriage to leave Aelia, and he hadn't woken up once since, no matter how rough the road or loud his fellow passengers. There wasn't much sleep to be had in the frozen frontier from which he hailed, so he had some catching up to do.

Whether by wild coincidence or supernatural senses Chip began to stir when they neared their destination of Auonar. Heavy laden eyes fluttered open seconds before Gudrik spoke, and something resembling a squeak or a groan passed between his lips. The rock occupying the backseat vanished in a clutter of cloak and clothing as Chip sat up, stretching his arms out far above his head, bones popping and cracking as he did.

Chip Snowdryft was a tiny thing by most people's standards: he stood as high as the average man's elbow and looked thin as a rail even for a halfling; he practically vanished when looked at from the side. He had a narrow face with flushed cheeks, a button nose, and sunken, blue-gray eyes- tired, yet ever vigilant.

Those same eyes turned out the window to get a lay of the land around Auonar as Chip spoke an answer to Gudrik in a light, accented voice: "Doubtful. Better chance they either lost the road on their travels and buried themselves in the snow or were accosted by...something. Lots to kill you up here, Mister Temfarrow. Even the weather!"

Superboy's Shitty Characters

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A soft snoring rose from the back of the carriage where a halfling could be found, all wrapped up in furs and curled into a ball. If not for the sound one might've mistook him for a large rock, for the furs seemed to blend into each other and the man underneath didn't appear to move at all, even to breathe. He'd been like that since the moment they climbed into the carriage to leave Aelia, and he hadn't woken up once since, no matter how rough the road or loud his fellow passengers. There wasn't much sleep to be had in the frozen frontier from which he hailed, so he had some catching up to do.

Whether by wild coincidence or supernatural senses Chip began to stir when they neared their destination of Auonar. Heavy laden eyes fluttered open seconds before Gudrik spoke, and something resembling a squeak or a groan passed between his lips. The rock occupying the backseat vanished in a clutter of cloak and clothing as Chip sat up, stretching his arms out far above his head, bones popping and cracking as he did.

Chip Snowdryft was a tiny thing by most people's standards: he stood as high as the average man's elbow and looked thin as a rail even for a halfling; he practically vanished when looked at from the side. He had a narrow face with flushed cheeks, a button nose, and sunken, blue-gray eyes- tired, yet ever vigilant.

Those same eyes turned out the window to get a lay of the land around Auonar as Chip spoke an answer to Gudrik in a light, accented voice: "Doubtful. Better chance they either lost the road on their travels and buried themselves in the snow or were accosted by...something. Lots to kill you up here, mister Temfarrow. Even the weather!"

The Voyagers of Duonia: A Medieval Fantasy RP

Chip Snowdryft, Ranger Extraordinaire

_{“Chip Snowdryft: legendary archer, walker of horizons, defender of the mortal realm...and soggy boots haver.”}

_______________________________________________ Chip Snowdryft _______________________________________________________________ 24 | Male | Lightfoot Halfling _______________________________________________________________ Neutral Good | Ranger, Horizon Walker | Outlander _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ A T T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Perception ► Survival ► Nature ► Athletics ► Stealth - [+] ▼ I N V E N T O R Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Armor - Snowdrfyt wraps himself in many layers to protect himself from blade and cold alike. His outermost is a cloak of animal furs, thick and heavy. Underneath lies a set of well-worn leather armor, reinforced with iron studs and bearing the mark of his conclave on the right shoulder pad. Everything Chip wears is dyed white to blend in with the snow. ► Weapons - As part of his induction into his enclave, Chip was given a pair of curved shortswords with runes written into the blades and hilts carved of ram horn. He carries a Duskwood shortbow as well, though its better at killing birds and hares than men. ► Coinpurse - His coinpurse is always light, even after a long day's work. The conclave takes a portion from all of his earnings as 'tithe.' ► Misc. Items - Aside from the usual belonging's one would find in an explorer's pack, Chip keeps smaller kits for climbing rough terrain, starting fires, trapping and skinning game, and mixing poisons. -

P E R S O N A L C H A R A C T E R In the northernmost reaches of the far north lies a cold, unyielding frontier. Its tundras lack for life, its people are rough and bitter, and its settlements are poor as dirt. One of the largest remaining settlements is a place called Far Hearth, populated by a handful of human tribes and halfling clans too stubborn to die and too stupid to leave. The largest of these halfling clans are the Snowdryfts, whose fiftieth member was a young lad they named Chip. Chip was born with a rare ailment, arcane in nature, that perplexed and befuddled the local healers. It would've- should've- claimed him, if it hadn't been for his mother's tenacity. By sheer force of will she kept Chip alive long enough to carry him many miles to a mountain shrine where a conclave of rangers was said to congregate. The cold took her on the steps of their temple, but the rangers managed to get to the boy in time to see him live. He was raised as one of their own, inducted into their holy order as soon as he was old enough to walk. They taught Chip of their conclave's ancient traditions, otherworldly powers, and terrible purpose: to defend the mortal realm from extra-planar entities that would see it brought to ruin. It was a daunting task, and the tools they offered him were woefully insufficient, but he was made to make do. Chip served as apprentice to Odegrim, a dwarven senior ranger with a sour disposition and little patience for the boy's antics. The two were never friends, though Chip appreciated any company during those long treks through the dark wastes; even if all all Odegrim did was grunt and complain. F A V O R The time had come for Chip to earn his right to be a full-fledged ranger. The master he'd been apprenticing under the last few years would assign him a target to track, hunt and neutralize. Whether out of overwhelming confidence in his student's ability or a desire to get rid of him, Odegrim found a hag that'd recently made her home outside of a minor company town at the base of a mountain. Given a few months she'd likely have a full coven established, and she'd soon become a terror upon the whole region. It was an important threat that needed to be dealt with quickly, but one fledgling ranger was little match for a hag. Enter Ordrin Entheys, the man who had everything. What the merchant was doing so far north Chip couldn't say, but he was glad for his presence nonetheless. Ordrin was able to procure a number of items such a hag might want, and he offered to give them to Chip in exchange for a later favor; the halfling was loath to owe anyone anything, yet with no other real options he accepted. With a bag full of exotic items in hand and a few honeyed words, Chip managed to convince the hag to move her coven southward, with promises of further help from Entheys's friends in the future.

Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

Polaris: A New Anchorage Story

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Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | Administration Offices
January 16th, 2677

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Demetrius wandered down hallway after hallway, looking lost as could be. He was supposed to be waiting for his physical with the rest of the pilots. Unfortunately Demi happened to take a wrong turn on the way there, and he found himself in a completely different wing of the complex. Moving on quick feet, he kept one ear open for the sound of approaching feet so he could 'stumble' into a side room. After waiting a breath, he'd pop back out and continue to explore. Was this going to mean trouble later? Probably, but he was bored out of his skull and couldn't handle sitting around. And he wouldn't admit it to Mara but he was worried, too.

Graham was hiding something. Demi was sure of it. A backwater like New Anchorage didn't need and shouldn't be able to afford to bring so many NC pilots up to the ass end of nowhere. Megafauna and waster bandits? Yeah, right. This place had enemies. It had secrets. And Demi wasn't about to wander into danger blind and deaf, hoping his piloting skills could keep him alive. That was how Mara did things. But Demetrius? He had...other ways.

There, His quarry lay before him. A door marked with the name he'd heard earlier: Alvarez, M, Operations Administrator. This was where he'd find his answers and he'd spent longer than he'd care to admit looking for it. Demi waited, pressed against the corner, and listened for awhile. Once he was sure no one was coming this way, Demetrius glided over to the office door and tested it. Locked.

'It can't ever be easy, can it?' He grumbled to himself, pulling his datapad out of the duffel bag hoisted around his shoulder. Approaching the keypad beside the door, Demi waved his personal device in front of it, and waited for a moment. Lines of code dashed across the datapad screen, and the door's keypad started to blink: red, red, red...green. The lock clicked, and the door slid open.

Taking one last look to make sure the coast was clear, Demi stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He scanned the room for a moment before approaching the office computer, rubbing his hands together. "Alright, buddy. Time to tell me everything you know about this place."

What Are You Listening To?

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

I don't want to drag my feet with this any longer so, unfortunately, I think I'll have to drop out. There were a lot of kickass concepts and posts for OU and I enjoyed reading 'em all, but I just haven't been able to put out posts as of late. Lotta different factors that I don't want to get into as they'd just look like excuses for not writing. Don't want to hold down as important a character as Wonder Woman if I can't consistently put out quality posts. Do want to thank Bruce, Henry and Hillan for all the work they put into this game and games prior, and I hope its still in full swing by the time my motivation's returned!

peace and love and all that shit, catch ya on the flip side, ect ;)