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Remember, punishable by fine means legal for a price.
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♪♫♪ Don't climb up the rope. Dont haul up the mast. And if ya see a sailin' ship it might'n be yer last...♪♫♪
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Does yo' chain hang low? Does it hang down to tha flo'?
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I'm still alive, I promise
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Tearstone
Summary
Name: Tearstone Aliases: Tearstone Age: 33 Birthday: March 13th Ethnicity: Caucasian Location: Resides in western Oklahoma Gender: Major/Minor: Associates degree in Occupational Studies - Massage Therapy Occupation: Unemployed/Under-employed Cert. Massage Therapist, freelance writer Languages: Fluent in English, Bad English/Profanity. Knowledgeable of Japanese, Spanish, and Latin. Current Bio Theme: None Years Rping: 20 years Preferred Rp Section: Typically casual or advanced. Rp Level: High casual to advanced. Dedication Level: I don't know what yardstick to measure this with. It all depends on my interest, if I'm enjoying the writing and my partners. Biggest Rp Pet Peeve: If you one-line me and use chatspeak where it doesn't belong, I will CUT you. Pay attention to lore and genre conventions. DO NOT fall silent on me. IF you're bored, say so. If something happens, freaking tell me. I want to get to know my partners out of character too. Teach New Rpers Or Coach New GM's: Yes. Very much so. I love teaching and doing what I can to improve people's skills, and challenge their ability. I love fostering growth.
Appearance
Height: 5' 7" Weight: Overweight Build: Ectomorphic, athletic. Built like a tank... or a tall dwarf Eyes: Hazel-gray, but color shift with light and mood. Hair: Chocolate brown, collar length currently. May grow out again. Skin Tone: Light, tan decently in summer, but I live like basement cat. Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: No tats or piercings. Scar, right wrist (1 cun (3 finger widths), medial from hand crease.) Sits across radial bone on anterior, 45° angle, looks self inflicted, but is actually from fending off an attacker in middle school. Burn scar left knee, the size of a quarter. Stuck knee against hot muffler of lawn mower on accident around 2004. Burn scar torso lower right quadrant inferior to navel and one inch lateral, spilled hot-ass ramen on self last winter. Some of the liquid got lodged in waist band of shorts and caused burn. Personal Style:
Sexuality: Kinsey 2 Relationship Status: Semi-open longterm relationship/domestic partnership Personality: INTJ/P, Turbulent quality. Swings to INFJ/P at times. Born a Pisces, much of Tearston's personality has been altered by their experiences, bu thtey still posses a deep emotional reservoir. Highly creative, great with abstract reasoning and special reasoning, Tear spends much time considering many problems. The overall personality has lead to a life of creative and intellectual pursuits. Habits: Hobbies: Reading, writing/RPing, PC gaming especially MMORPG's, graphic design work. Trained in martial arts from the age of 7. Is a firearms and explosives enthusiast. Is enthusiastic about all things militaria, and has a keep interest in law enforcement as well. Music - listening, spinning records and live mixing, writing music and producing in digital audio workspaces such as FL Studio (Fruity Loops). Tear has been a musician since the sixth grade, and is self-taught on a few instruments not learned in school. Singing is another hobby band while somewhat skilled, they are terribly self-conscious about singing for others. Hiking, bushcraft and survival skills. Cooking is a joy and passion, and is considered to be an art form. Fears: Tearstone has arachnaphobia to a moderate degree. Blame watching the movie by the same name when they were little. Fears physical trauma especially surgery. This gives them the heebie-jeebies. They don't care for needles but will endure some poking and prodding. Tearstone fears leaving behind a negative legacy for their loved ones. Dislikes:
Cards On The Table
Rp's Currently Gming: None on RPG Rp's Currently Enjoying: None on RPG. Play by post Tabletop game on FB for Storm King's Thunder though. Past RP's Enjoyed:
Favorite Posts: Stay tuned. Upcoming Works: The Raptor Company (a fantasy novel), Crucible, (a sci-fi novel)
History
What Brings You To Role Player Guild: Roleplay Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild: Tearstone was a member of several play by post, forum RP's and chat RP's as well as in-game RP groups in various MMO's including World of Warcraft, Eve Online, Neverwinter Nights, Champions Online, and so on. Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild: See above, not much has changed. Tearstone has made it through two major site crashes, but is still confident in Mahz.
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Quotes or Sayings: Theme Song: Really? Advice To The World: Stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about the consequences and repercussions. Love each other. Anything Else: - Nothing right now.
Jen shook her head, causing the puff ball of light to shift with her movement. She reached up cupping her hand around it to whisper something to it. It bobbed once, then shot toward Kriv only to arc around, swirling over his head before settling a few inches above it. She'd learned in the last month or so that her sight in the darkness was far better than his. He needed the light more than she.
"No, no it's not," she murmured as she shifted to her right along the shelves pressed against the wall. "After you," she said gesturing toward the far door. It would be better for him to go first, as he was bigger and the rest of the cellar might well prove to be just as cramped.
As the door opens under Kriv's touch the hinges squeak just a bit though relatively quietly. The odor is a bit stronger, wafting past both of them. In the cold light that spills into the room the walls are lined with shelves, barrels and crates. Two large barrels on their side are butted up against the far side of a quite large crate, blocking a good portion of the view of the rest of the room. There was loud cheebling and a few squeaks. There came a scratching of small claws on stone and wood. In the edges of the light two pairs of beady red eyes glint in the reflected light.
Angry screeches and hisses erupt from the shadows before two rats, both the size of medium dogs come rushing out of the dark. Their clawed feet scrabble on the stone as they rush for Kriv as he was in the lead. Their teeth are barred, but as quick as they were, the Dragonborn would be faster.
Jen would be right behind him, her actions almost as swift.
((GM: Before you post make sure to get ahold of me especially since I know you're probably going to be away from the computer for a good portion of the day))
After a second Jen slipped to her feet, standing up to stretch, arching back a bit, then reached down and picked her pack up off the floor. Sorting through it she pulled her quiver of bolts free and strapped it to her right thigh, then snapped the limbs of her crossbow into place, making sure they were tightly in place, and placed the string, making sure it was taut. Quickly she pulled it back and locked it in, then placed a bolt at the ready. A second later it was slung back over her shoulder, ready for quick access but clearly not presented in a threatening manner. "Just in case," she said as she brushed past Kriv, letting one hand lightly trail over his midriff, a physical marker of his location so she didn't pass too close. It was completely unconscious as she headed for the back rooms, wafting a trail of something that was a soft exotic floral scent.
One slender hand pushed open the smooth stone door. It was perfectly balanced on it's hinges so the weight was almost negligible. Well oiled it barely made a sound. The kitchen was ahead of them with a couple of ovens and cooking spaces, a big butcher's block that was being used for a prep station, and a few racks of rolls that were rising. There was also a big wooden box off to one side and a couple of doors leading out. A couple of staff gave them looks. One was an older human woman, and another was a younger girl, maybe eighteen at the oldest.
Without giving them any attention, the sable-haired sorceress made her way to a large trap door in the floor and lifted it with relative ease. It was an inch thick, and made of sturdy wood. A cellar yawned below them with simple steps down into the darkness below. "Don't go down there miss," the older of the cooks exclaimed, one hand reached out toward the trap door as if to stop them from across the room. "It's dangerous! Big rats! Huuuuuge!"
"We know," Jen said, then muttered a word under her breath. A moment later glittering flecks of light, cyan and cold ice blue in color gathered around her, swirling in a slow light show before gathering together in a ball over her head, the size of a ping-pong ball. It cast bright cold blue-white light around. "Don't open this door until we come back out of it," she told the woman in a tone that would broker no questions. Moving smoothly she descended into the pitch darkness.
Once Kriv was in the door thunked into place again. "Here we go."
The room around Kriv and Jen is maybe six by six. There are shelves here with small boxes and containers and jars of canned vegetables and other foods. there are a few cleaning supplies and a few stacks of towels and rags. This is clearly not enough to keep a brisk business like the Meadhall going. The air is cool, chilled by the lack of ground heat. It is perfect for storing things though. Distantly there is a stench that seeps through the room. it is like something has been rotting or a lot of things rotting and decaying mixed with shit and piss.
Distantly are the sounds of scratches and chitterings. Something shifts. There is one door ahead on the far side of the room, on the far right. The sounds come from behind it. And one could guess that is where the smell was coming from too.
Jen wrinkled her nose at the odor and shook her head, causing the ball of light to stir a little. "Well that's not good. Does it normally smell like this down here?"
"Thaga over there says she has a rat problem. Says they keep her from getting to her supplies and the like in the store room. I wouldn't think it would be a big issue. Apparently this has been going on for weeks. If it wasn't for fresh stuff being delivered, she'd have had to shut down by now. It's putting a real damper on things and causing her business problems. Not to mention there's food safety concerns. So she wants us to get rid of them, clean them out." Her face curled in disgust a bit but she shrugged.
"She said they were pretty big. I hate rats but... There are worse things. I figure it won't take us that long to play exterminator. Are you good with that?" Her hands were folded one over the other, fingers laced together on the table top as she asked the question. Her shoulders back, spine straight, head erect, and her gaze focused on him. She was clearly in business mode, but somehow it only improved on her bearing.
Inwardly she was fairly sure it would suit his sensibilities, and it would be good experience. It would benefit the bar owner, and help keep a good business in operation, make everyone's lives safer and better. And it would save them coinage. On that thought she was reminded of another portion of the discussion. "If we find anything shiny the rats dug up, Thaga says we can keep it."
The sorceress shook her head. "Noo~oo? Why," she said in confusion. "You were just bitching about money. One room is cheaper than two. We've been traveling together for weeks. We've slept next to each other before, more than once. It wouldn't be any different really." She gave him a look then as if to suggest that he was being foolish or childish, then drummed the oval shaped nails of her right hand on the polished tabletop. "Feel free to spend twice the amount of money when resources are already finite."
With that she slid out of the booth, peeling her cloak back, dressed in dark blues and greens of her traveling clothes, and their high quality. Once more she slipped through the crowd like hanging willow ends in a soft breeze, possessed of an elvish grace she wasn't even fully aware of as she made her way to the bar. Once there she began to exchange quiet words with a relatively pleasant looking female dwarf with straw blonde hair, and bright blue eyes in a rapid exchange. Things looked tense for a few moments, before there was an exchange of nods and a brief clasping of forearms. It seemed an accord had been reached.
A few moments later she slid back into the seat opposite Kriv. "Alright, well, that's settled. We have a job, and once it's done we have a place to stay," she said, brushing off the previous sour note as though it had never even happened.
Catching his reaction she raised one sculpted eyebrow then broke into a grin, shaking her head. "Oh no, nothing like that. But I know you've walked as far as I have, covering a lot of ground. Days of being on a forced march," she said quietly as she followed suit with one of the rolls, sopping up some of the broth. Idly her eyes darted to the patrons once more. They seemed to glint faintly for a moment in the warm oil lamp light that shone through the Horse's Meadhall.
"I could do that though... But no. We're on the clock right now," she said with a smirk and shifted in her seat, crossing her right thigh over her left under the table. "So, did you want to see about getting a room here, or somewhere else?" Idly she bounced her foot, accidentally brushing against his right leg once, maybe twice. Both hands picked up the large mug and she took a decently long pull from it, giving him a chance to answer.
With his quip about spending gold like water she raised an eyebrow. "I know how to hold onto my money when needed too you know," she said, lapsing into silence until his apology, and then his musings about their next step.
It was then that the dwarven server from before made his way over carrying a large bowl filled almost to the brim with the same stew that Jen was having. "Eat," she directed, gesturing with her spoon in her right hand. "The rolls are to share. Butter on the side there. It's all quite good for being basics." As she spoke she glanced at their attendant. "No offense." He gave a small 'heh' and shrugged. "None taken. Simple food for simple folk. Keeps us strong and hearty. Sometimes it's the best." The sorceress nodded. "Sometimes," she agreed, then jerked her chin toward the rest of the patrons. "Off with ye," she said with a small wink and a grin. The squat figure turned and stumped off, then snapped a towel he carried at one of the patrons, flicking him in the ear. The patron had been pawing at one of the barmaids. "Knock it off, you got work to do still, Holdaff," he gruffed as he headed toward the bar.
Jenphira turned her silvery gaze back on Kriv. "I'll ask after we're done eating. And I know what you're thinking... That's not what I had in mind. I could but... no. I'm sure there are problems here that can be solved, or work that can be done. A place like this is always good for information. If our good dwarf doesn't know much, the barkeep probably will. Lots of gossip in places like this too."
She lapsed into silence for a few moments while reviewing what had been said already in her head. She noted the comment about working her soreness and kinks and tilted her head, considering. "As for your offer, I could go for that. It would be nice. I can return the favor if you want."
Jen studied him skeptically for a moment. "You do realize that you have enough money to last a full two weeks of accommodations including all room and board at the finest inns money can buy. Maybe less in a place like Horgith Veil. But in a middle of the road place like this it'll last a while. Or would you rather live off dried fruit, and be shaking like a leaf in a few days with diarrhea because you've had nothing else in your belly," she countered. "You can afford to eat and stay in a decent inn. As can I. Besides, it should be easy to find work in this city, honest or otherwise."
Turning her attention toward the server that had trundled off, she concentrated for a moment, then spoke. Her lips moved but no sound seemed to come from them. With a sigh she dug into her stew, giving it a sampling. It was rich, hearty, and she could tel lit would be filling. It would provide lots of energy too... Which was good since she'd been walking for days. As she thought about it she realized her hips and lower back were sore which only made hr sigh once more.
"Anyway, if we wanted to stay here... I'm sure I could work out a deal where we wouldn't have to spend any money for a couple days at least," the half-elf suggested while glancing around at the rest of the patrons. She was mindful not not speak with her mouth full, though she found that her hunger had reared it's head strongly, making her voracious.
"I was thinking we need to know more about what happened with the ambush. We could go back and poke our nose around. But well, that's a problem. If we're recognized we could get captured, without knowing why until it's too late. Someone is gunning for us, and they got the local magistrate or someone in it on their side. So, we need to know who is involved, how, and why. And then we need to know who we can go to for a counter move to get them released. Maybe bring down this magistrate or noble... if we can. I've got the ability to do some of that but... I can only do so much. I was considering, once we had the funds, getting in touch with some people who could poke around for us.. more safely.. more easily. Make some inquiries. It would require us staying put... and money."
She leaned forward a little, swiping a flat hand through the air in a small gesture to cut him off. "It's fine. It's a good spot. Rather be here than anywhere else. Can duck out the back, hit the stairs, and can see the front door easily. You can watch my back from where you are," she said. Taking a look at his face more closely she noted the mottled purple, copper, and bits of green around the edges of his slightly marred face. "What about the other guy," she asked, gesturing toward the shiner. She knew he could handle himself, and was capable of a lot more than he thought he was. When he realized what he could actually do... well it would be an epiphany for him.
A few moments later one of the barmaids, this one a stout male dwarf with a ruddy red beard plaited into three braids, which were braided with each other into an interesting and artful arrangement approached. He held a tray overhead, so as not to get it bumped by a bumbling patron then lowered it as he got to them. "Here we are," he said, his voice warm with a slight burr to it. "You had the stew, lass?" The half elf simply nodded with a pleasant smile. "Good on ye. Can't stand a woman who eats like a bird," the server gruffed good naturedly. He slid over a large bowl of a hearty stew that steamed and was filled with roasted meat and vegetables. Along with it came a small basket of rolls, and a good sized mug of amber ale. "Enjoy. Can I get ye anythin' else," he asked them both. Jen shook her head. "No, but thank you," she replied, then passed him a gold coin. It was worth far more than the simple meal, even if it were high quality. But... gold was the real language of the dwarves. It would ensure further excellent service. At the gold coin, he lit up brightly. "Ohh, thank ye kindly."
Location: The Horse's Meadhall, Assassin's Alley, City of Horgith Veil Time: 1 of the clock, afternoon Date: Sunday, 12th day of the month of Snow
Weather: Cold and clear skies for the last few weeks. Temperature highs in the 50s and lows in the 30s.
The City of Horgith Veil was nestled in the side of a mountain, high up enough off the ground that the approach could be defended with few fighters. Solid and sturdy dwarven construction was married with gnomish cunning, and human ambition. Situated in the Badushel Spires, it would have been a tough nut for any army to crack before such defenses had been readied. It was a bustling and growing trade city, focused around carving metals and minerals from the rich deposits in the mountains of the Spires.
Work proceeds apace around the clock as trade goods flow into and out of the city. As such, many travelers come and go, though the steady population of the city could be estimated to be in the neighborhood of around thirteen thousand (13,000) souls.
Jenphira had passed within the city gates to the north with only a few wayward but appreciative glances from some of the human guards. The dwarves present gave her a more weather eye, noting her pointed ears, with muttered words under bearded breath about 'fool Elves' being there now. She had shaken it off with a disarming smile which faded as soon as she was out of sight. The young sorceress accosted a human cityguard for a little bit of information about the place, the various districts of the city and who was in charge. It seemed a dwarven woman was running things around here, despite how much some of her male dwarf counterparts grumbled. Despite the complaining the city seemed to be a bustling hive with great potential.
Shouldering her pack, Jen hurried her steps while quietly making sure that her weapons were easily to hand. She whispered a few words as she recalled some of her magic, insuring the spells, her power were still within reach. She would be heading into Assassin's Alley. It was a narrow warren of close-knit buildings tight streets and claustrophobic alleys. It wasn't the best lit place, and it was the kind of location one could disappear into when one wished. And sometimes when they didn't. Few questions were asked there, and your safety was more in your own hands than the city guard. Rough and tumble it could be, there was something honest in it's dishonesty. One should watch their back in that quarter.
She found herself passing shady folk, mixed with poorer families, tired looking workers covered in soot, dust, and grease. The smell of offal wages war with the distant scents of burning coal and fuel from the foundries, distant stale ale, and cooking food. From somewhere in the far distance echoing off the cavernous walls of the interior of Veil comes a high pitched whistle, sounding once, then fades away. The city had been lit in the interior by glowing golden stone orbs, but here the spacing of these lights was more sparse, the shadows deeper even in the daytime as the buildings drew closer.
Buildings rose up around her several stories high, with bits of light drifting around the edges of blinds, or orange-white rectangular pools of light in others. Here and there a few were lit with lurid red. On the street, Jen tried not to pay attention to a few street walkers that were plying their trade on their own. By the time she had closed on The Horse's Meadhall, she had passed more than one brothel, and had found herself on the receiving end of a catcall or two. She tried to ignore the rude calls. It was just the way it was in this part of the city, and she was mostly used to it.
The sign above the doorway was scrawled in Common and Dwarvish runes, with the image of a black horse rearing up on it's hind legs with a large drinking horn overflowing with mead opposite the stallion. Raucous laughter poured from within along with a relatively cheery tune as a couple of squat dwarves pushed their way past her out of the door. "Watch it," one of them drawled drunkenly then let out a great belly laugh with his companion as though it were a great jest while they toddled off down the stone street. With a sigh and a shake of her head, the girl pushed the door open after pulling her hood up to hide her ears. The less trouble because of that side of her blood the better.
As the door opened, one would be greeted with the smells of cooking lunch, afternoon ale, and a press of bodies. The room was almost hot, and wasn't entirely helped by a hearth burning low. The din of a jabbering crowd was louder, and most barely noticed the new arrival as she slipped to one side of the door, surveying the crowd, only to note the tips of horns sticking out over a booth. "How can I help you," said a pleasantly voiced human woman who held a slightly dingy bar towel in one hand. She looked a little ragged around the edges, the evidence of a busy lunch hour which was winding down.
"I'm meeting a friend," Jen said quietly, then gestured subtly with one hand toward the booth where Kriv already sat. "Ohhhh, right. The Dragonborn fellow. He's been quite pleasant," the blonde hostess said brightly. "Has anybody been giving him too much trouble," the sorceress asked. "Oh, no. I dunna think so. Can I get ya anything for lunch?" "Amber ale and do you have your stew today?" The hostess nodded. "Aye that we do. I'll have it brought over. Be eight copper, miss."
A moment later some coin was produced and the half-elf was wending her way through the crowd so deftly most didn't even notice her passing unless their eyes fell on her, and when they did, they stared, almost slack-jawed for a moment before shaking themselves and returning to their conversation. Jen gracefully and swiftly slid into the booth opposite of Kriv, able to see most of the common area from her vantage point. "Back to the door? Really," she asked incredulously. He'd been taught better.
They'd been with their traveling troupe for a month before the group had been ambushed by the city guard in the city of Kethorp. Someone had taken a disliking to the group. Not much had been discovered, as the two of them had been force to run to evade capture themselves. They'd agreed to meet up here, in this tavern in three weeks, traveling separately to make it easier to avoid notice and evade capture. Now was the day of the meeting.
"Been waiting long," she asked, deliberately avoiding using his given name. She hadn't been followed. She'd taken the time to check. "Were you followed?" The questions were rapid fire. Hopefully he had noted if anyone had followed by now. Still, it didn't mean there weren't parties interested in their conversation.
((GM/OOC Notes: Nobody followed either of them, and there is nobody listening or really paying attention, other than stealing glances at a good-looking halfbreed.))
Name: Sharlee Ember Ravenwood Aliases: Shar, Shara Age: 30 Race/Ethnicty: Half-elf Place of Origin: Waterdeep (Or other appropriate port city when not in Faerun) Gender: Female Class(es): Paladin
Stats
Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.
Day To Day Attire: Typically, Shar is well dressed in clothes that are well made, tailored. Often she wears nice dresses and finery, but when expected to be active, she will forgo them and instead dress in pants, though still well made gear. Example Dress. Example active/travel clothes 1active/travel clothes 2 Typically, she will have her signet ring ready and available, and almost always a slender dagger concealed on her person.
Strengths: (max of 3)
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Weaknesses: (minimum 3)
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Psychological Attributes
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Sexuality: Bisexual (kinsey 4), sapiosexaul Relationship Status: Single Minimal 2 paragraphs Personality: Shar tends to be generous and attempts to be kind to be most everyone she meets. She realizes that she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, as did her siblings. This of course plays into the obligation to be kind to those less fortunate, to try to give something back.
Being raised as high-born, Shar was held to a higher standard. She must act better, be wiser, lead, and kepe the peace. So she is selective about who she favors. If a person stands highly in her estimation. If they truly disappoint her, or break her trust or faith, they are likely never to regain it.
Respect is one of her highest ideals, but more than that is her Noble Obligation. She is obligated, as she believes, to protect the people, and to take care of them. They are all her charges, and realistically, she knows she can't take care of every person individually, she strives to do what she can. She champions their causes as best she can, and tries to ward off danger and evil.
Habits: Minimal 3
Hobbies: At least 1
Gambling - Shar is an excellent card player, and will do so to turn some coin, or pass the time.May also do so, to gauge people.
Sex - It's a hobby, a past time.
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged
Likes: (Minimum of 6)
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Dislikes: (Minimum of 6)
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Motivations/Goals
Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges
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Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting
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Possessions
Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
Fine Clothing: Typically, Shar is well dressed in clothes that are well made, tailored. Often she wears nice dresses and finery, but when expected to be active, she will forgo them and instead dress in pants, though still well made gear. Example Dress. Example active/travel clothes 1active/travel clothes 2
Signet ring: A gold signet ring with the House Ravenwood crest carved within.
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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
Chain Mail: Sturdy, well made chain mail armor made of interlinked rings. See above images and additional images.
Kite Shield: Sturdy kite shield fairly simple but elegant design, styled and tooled in a fashion that could only be described as elvish, and painted with the symbol of Torm
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Animals: Have a horse or bird?
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Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
Scroll Case: Contains Shar's Scroll of Pedigree/Patence of Nobility.
Mess Kit: This tin box contains a cup and simple cutlery. The box clamps together, and one side can be used as a cooking pan and the other as a plate or shallow bowl.
Tinderbox: This small container holds flint, fire steel, and tinder (usually dry cloth soaked in light oil) used to kindle a fire. Using it to light a torch - or anything else with abundant, exposed fuel - takes an action. Lighting any other fire takes 1 minute.
Torches (10): A torch burns for 1 hour, providing bright light in a 20-foot radius and dim light for an additional 20 feet.
Rations (10 days): Rations consist of dry foods suitable for extended travel, including jerky, dried fruit, hardtack, cheeses and nuts.
Waterskin: Holds up to 4 pints of your favorite beverage.
Rope: Made from hemp. 50 feet of it, coiled up and lashed to pack exterior
Bedroll: A system of painted waxed canvas ground cover, a layer of padding, a thick wool blanket, and a large canvas that goes over top, makes a sunshade, a hasty tent or any other use. The canvases have been beeswaxed and oiled to be water resistant if not waterproof. This compact set upis rolled up and attached to the exterior of the pack.
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Magical Items:
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Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions
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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
Rain Ravenwood - 1st born of the triplets, very close.
Lia Ravenwood - 3rd of the triplets, very close but not as close as she is to Rain.
Childhood & Youth: During her early childhood, Shar contracted a lingering illness. Bronchitis or pneumonia. The latter is often troublesome if not fatal without a good healer or divine means. Early childhood education was spent with nose stuck in books. Formal education falls into history, politics, and finishing school. Shar picked up the trade of politics apprenticed by her parental figures. During her youth, Shar advocated on behalf of some of the workers within Waterdeep. There were no particularly pivotal events. Later Shar was accepted to train with one of the knightly orders. Adulthood: She has finished her training as a paladin. Among her teachers was Rochelle "Ro" McLaren. Special Moments: Things that stick out in you characters mind most often Current Events: What brings you here? What were you most recently up to? What's a character like you doing in an rp like this? Why did your become an adventurer? Who or what is most important to you?
Who is their worst enemy, and what did they do to you?
What is one place that you never want to visit again?
What would make her the happiest they’ve ever been?
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Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie? Aura Color: Indigo and royal purple shot through with gold, flecks of blue and green. Scent: Hound just sniffed your clothing to track you, what would it smell like? Anything Else:
🎆 Rain Ravenwood 💞 "Rain was the first of us to be born, and I have spent my entire life with her. She is and always will be a part of me." Rain is one of three triplets. She is the eldest. Singer, entertainer, performer, she is a skilled bard. 🎆 Lia Ravenwood 💞 "My youngest sister, and talented in her own right. I do what I can to look after her." Lia Ravenwood is the youngest of the three sisters, triplets. She is drawn to the natural world, and while having an interest in all magics, she seems to have a penchant for the magical forces inherent to nature. She is a druid. 💓 Rochelle "Ro" McLaren 🎆 "My teacher, my friend, a guiding light, and a driving force for good." Shar had a teacher (Human, female) by the name of Rochelle (Ro for short) McLaren. Lowborn , a commoner, but with a reputation for being fearless and a terror with a blade. Ro taught Shar to be brave, fight for a worthy cause and protect the little guy where she could. Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details Symbol Characters Name Symbol "Overall Thoughts On The Character" Relation Details
[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Tearstone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]Name:[/color][/b] Tearstone
[b][color=6ecff6]Aliases:[/color][/b] Tearstone
[b][color=6ecff6]Age:[/color][/b] 33
[b][color=6ecff6]Birthday:[/color][/b] March 13th
[b][color=6ecff6]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Caucasian
[b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Resides in western Oklahoma
[b][color=6ecff6]Gender:[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Major/Minor:[/color][/b] Associates degree in Occupational Studies - Massage Therapy
[b][color=6ecff6]Occupation:[/color][/b] Unemployed/Under-employed Cert. Massage Therapist, freelance writer
[b][color=6ecff6]Languages:[/color][/b] Fluent in English, Bad English/Profanity. Knowledgeable of Japanese, Spanish, and Latin.
[b][color=6ecff6]Current Bio Theme:[/color][/b] None
[color=6ecff6][b]Years Rping:[/b][/color] 20 years
[color=6ecff6][b]Preferred Rp Section:[/b][/color] Typically casual or advanced.
[color=6ecff6][b]Rp Level:[/b][/color] High casual to advanced.
[color=6ecff6][b]Dedication Level:[/b][/color] I don't know what yardstick to measure this with. It all depends on my interest, if I'm enjoying the writing and my partners.
[color=6ecff6][b]Biggest Rp Pet Peeve:[/b][/color] If you one-line me and use chatspeak where it doesn't belong, I will CUT you. Pay attention to lore and genre conventions. DO NOT fall silent on me. IF you're bored, say so. If something happens, freaking tell me. I want to get to know my partners out of character too.
[color=6ecff6][b]Teach New Rpers Or Coach New GM's:[/b][/color] Yes. Very much so. I love teaching and doing what I can to improve people's skills, and challenge their ability. I love fostering growth.
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[b][color=6ecff6]Height:[/color][/b] 5' 7"
[b][color=6ecff6]Weight:[/color][/b] Overweight
[b][color=6ecff6]Build:[/color][/b] Ectomorphic, athletic. Built like a tank... or a tall dwarf
[b][color=6ecff6]Eyes:[/color][/b] Hazel-gray, but color shift with light and mood.
[b][color=6ecff6]Hair:[/color][/b] Chocolate brown, collar length currently. May grow out again.
[b][color=6ecff6]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Light, tan decently in summer, but I live like basement cat.
[b][color=6ecff6]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] No tats or piercings. Scar, right wrist (1 cun (3 finger widths), medial from hand crease.) Sits across radial bone on anterior, 45° angle, looks self inflicted, but is actually from fending off an attacker in middle school. Burn scar left knee, the size of a quarter. Stuck knee against hot muffler of lawn mower on accident around 2004. Burn scar torso lower right quadrant inferior to navel and one inch lateral, spilled hot-ass ramen on self last winter. Some of the liquid got lodged in waist band of shorts and caused burn.
[b][color=6ecff6]Personal Style:[/color][/b]
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[i][color=6ecff6][center][color=39b54a]Intelligent[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Procrastinator[/color] * [color=39b54a]Intuitive[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Apathetic[/color] * [color=39b54a]Flexible/Adaptable[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Cynical[/color][/center][/color][/i]
[b][color=6ecff6]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Kinsey 2
[b][color=6ecff6]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Semi-open longterm relationship/domestic partnership
[b][color=6ecff6]Personality:[/color][/b] INTJ/P, Turbulent quality. Swings to INFJ/P at times. Born a Pisces, much of Tearston's personality has been altered by their experiences, bu thtey still posses a deep emotional reservoir. Highly creative, great with abstract reasoning and special reasoning, Tear spends much time considering many problems. The overall personality has lead to a life of creative and intellectual pursuits.
[b][color=6ecff6]Habits:[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Reading, writing/RPing, PC gaming especially MMORPG's, graphic design work. Trained in martial arts from the age of 7. Is a firearms and explosives enthusiast. Is enthusiastic about all things militaria, and has a keep interest in law enforcement as well. Music - listening, spinning records and live mixing, writing music and producing in digital audio workspaces such as FL Studio (Fruity Loops). Tear has been a musician since the sixth grade, and is self-taught on a few instruments not learned in school. Singing is another hobby band while somewhat skilled, they are terribly self-conscious about singing for others. Hiking, bushcraft and survival skills. Cooking is a joy and passion, and is considered to be an art form.
[b][color=6ecff6]Fears:[/color][/b] Tearstone has arachnaphobia to a moderate degree. Blame watching the movie by the same name when they were little. Fears physical trauma especially surgery. This gives them the [i]heebie-jeebies[/i]. They don't care for needles but will endure some poking and prodding. Tearstone fears leaving behind a negative legacy for their loved ones.
[b][color=6ecff6]Dislikes:[/color][/b]
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[b][color=6ecff6]Rp's Currently Gming:[/color][/b] None on RPG
[b][color=6ecff6]Rp's Currently Enjoying:[/color][/b] None on RPG. Play by post Tabletop game on FB for Storm King's Thunder though.
[b][color=6ecff6]Past RP's Enjoyed:[/color][/b][list]
[*] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/77954-no-hope/ooc]No Hope[/url]
[*] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/78627-jungle-fever-a-vietnam-war-survival-rp/ooc]Jungle Fever[/url][/list]
[b][color=6ecff6]Other Places Of Interest:[/color][/b] [list]
[*] [url=https://www.star-fleet.com/webb/news]Star-Fleet[/url]
[*] [url=http://www.sw-rpg.net/forums/forum.php]Star Wars RPG[/url]
[*] [url=http://swrpforum.proboards.com/]Star Wars Roleplaying Group[/url]
[*] [url=https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/]Iwaku Roleplay[/url]
[/list]
[b][color=6ecff6]Favorite Posts:[/color][/b] Stay tuned.
[b][color=6ecff6]Upcoming Works:[/color][/b] The Raptor Company (a fantasy novel), [i]Crucible[/i], (a sci-fi novel)
[hr][center][img]Image[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=6ecff6]What Brings You To Role Player Guild:[/color][/b] Roleplay
[b][color=6ecff6]Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild:[/color][/b] Tearstone was a member of several play by post, forum RP's and chat RP's as well as in-game RP groups in various MMO's including World of Warcraft, Eve Online, Neverwinter Nights, Champions Online, and so on.
[b][color=6ecff6]Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild:[/color][/b] See above, not much has changed. Tearstone has made it through two major site crashes, but is still confident in Mahz.
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[b][color=6ecff6]Quotes or Sayings:[/color][/b]
[b][color=6ecff6]Theme Song:[/color][/b] Really?
[b][color=6ecff6]Advice To The World:[/color][/b] Stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about the consequences and repercussions. Love each other.
[b][color=6ecff6]Anything Else:[/color][/b] - Nothing right now.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h1"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Tearstone</div></font></span></span></div><br><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><br><hr class="bb-hr"><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Summary</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Name:</font></span> Tearstone<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Aliases:</font></span> Tearstone<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Age:</font></span> 33<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Birthday:</font></span> March 13th<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Ethnicity:</font></span> Caucasian<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Location:</font></span> Resides in western Oklahoma<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Gender:</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Major/Minor:</font></span> Associates degree in Occupational Studies - Massage Therapy<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Occupation:</font></span> Unemployed/Under-employed Cert. Massage Therapist, freelance writer<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Languages:</font></span> Fluent in English, Bad English/Profanity. Knowledgeable of Japanese, Spanish, and Latin. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Current Bio Theme:</font></span> None<br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b">Years Rping:</span></font> 20 years<br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b">Preferred Rp Section:</span></font> Typically casual or advanced.<br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b">Rp Level:</span></font> High casual to advanced.<br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b">Dedication Level:</span></font> I don't know what yardstick to measure this with. It all depends on my interest, if I'm enjoying the writing and my partners. <br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b">Biggest Rp Pet Peeve:</span></font> If you one-line me and use chatspeak where it doesn't belong, I will CUT you. Pay attention to lore and genre conventions. DO NOT fall silent on me. IF you're bored, say so. If something happens, freaking tell me. I want to get to know my partners out of character too. <br><font color="#6ecff6"><span class="bb-b">Teach New Rpers Or Coach New GM's:</span></font> Yes. Very much so. I love teaching and doing what I can to improve people's skills, and challenge their ability. I love fostering growth.<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Appearance</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Height:</font></span> 5' 7"<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Weight:</font></span> Overweight<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Build:</font></span> Ectomorphic, athletic. Built like a tank... or a tall dwarf<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Eyes:</font></span> Hazel-gray, but color shift with light and mood.<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Hair:</font></span> Chocolate brown, collar length currently. May grow out again.<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Skin Tone:</font></span> Light, tan decently in summer, but I live like basement cat. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:</font></span> No tats or piercings. Scar, right wrist (1 cun (3 finger widths), medial from hand crease.) Sits across radial bone on anterior, 45° angle, looks self inflicted, but is actually from fending off an attacker in middle school. Burn scar left knee, the size of a quarter. Stuck knee against hot muffler of lawn mower on accident around 2004. Burn scar torso lower right quadrant inferior to navel and one inch lateral, spilled hot-ass ramen on self last winter. Some of the liquid got lodged in waist band of shorts and caused burn. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Personal Style:</font></span> <br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Psychology</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center"><font color="#39b54a">Intelligent</font> * <font color="#ed1c24">Procrastinator</font> * <font color="#39b54a">Intuitive</font> * <font color="#ed1c24">Apathetic</font> * <font color="#39b54a">Flexible/Adaptable</font> * <font color="#ed1c24">Cynical</font></div></font></span><br><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Sexuality:</font></span> Kinsey 2<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Relationship Status:</font></span> Semi-open longterm relationship/domestic partnership<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Personality:</font></span> INTJ/P, Turbulent quality. Swings to INFJ/P at times. Born a Pisces, much of Tearston's personality has been altered by their experiences, bu thtey still posses a deep emotional reservoir. Highly creative, great with abstract reasoning and special reasoning, Tear spends much time considering many problems. The overall personality has lead to a life of creative and intellectual pursuits. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Habits:</font></span> <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Hobbies:</font></span> Reading, writing/RPing, PC gaming especially MMORPG's, graphic design work. Trained in martial arts from the age of 7. Is a firearms and explosives enthusiast. Is enthusiastic about all things militaria, and has a keep interest in law enforcement as well. Music - listening, spinning records and live mixing, writing music and producing in digital audio workspaces such as FL Studio (Fruity Loops). Tear has been a musician since the sixth grade, and is self-taught on a few instruments not learned in school. Singing is another hobby band while somewhat skilled, they are terribly self-conscious about singing for others. Hiking, bushcraft and survival skills. Cooking is a joy and passion, and is considered to be an art form.<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Fears:</font></span> Tearstone has arachnaphobia to a moderate degree. Blame watching the movie by the same name when they were little. Fears physical trauma especially surgery. This gives them the <span class="bb-i">heebie-jeebies</span>. They don't care for needles but will endure some poking and prodding. Tearstone fears leaving behind a negative legacy for their loved ones. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Dislikes:</font></span><br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Cards On The Table</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Rp's Currently Gming:</font></span> None on RPG<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Rp's Currently Enjoying:</font></span> None on RPG. Play by post Tabletop game on FB for Storm King's Thunder though.<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Past RP's Enjoyed:</font></span><ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/77954-no-hope/ooc">No Hope</a></li><li><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/78627-jungle-fever-a-vietnam-war-survival-rp/ooc">Jungle Fever</a></li></ul><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Other Places Of Interest:</font></span> <ul class="bb-list" style="white-space: normal;"><li><a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.star-fleet.com/webb/news">Star-Fleet</a></li><li><a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="http://www.sw-rpg.net/forums/forum.php">Star Wars RPG</a></li><li><a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="http://swrpforum.proboards.com/">Star Wars Roleplaying Group</a></li><li><a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/">Iwaku Roleplay</a></li></ul><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Favorite Posts:</font></span> Stay tuned.<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Upcoming Works:</font></span> The Raptor Company (a fantasy novel), <span class="bb-i">Crucible</span>, (a sci-fi novel)<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">History</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">What Brings You To Role Player Guild:</font></span> Roleplay<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Life Before You Came To Role Player Guild:</font></span> Tearstone was a member of several play by post, forum RP's and chat RP's as well as in-game RP groups in various MMO's including World of Warcraft, Eve Online, Neverwinter Nights, Champions Online, and so on. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Life Since You Came To Role Player Guild:</font></span> See above, not much has changed. Tearstone has made it through two major site crashes, but is still confident in Mahz.<br><br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-h3"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><font color="#6ecff6"><div class="bb-center">Extras</div></font></span></span></div><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Quotes or Sayings:</font></span><br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Theme Song:</font></span> Really?<br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Advice To The World:</font></span> Stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about the consequences and repercussions. Love each other. <br><span class="bb-b"><font color="#6ecff6">Anything Else:</font></span> - Nothing right now. <br><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="bb-center"><img src="" /></div><hr class="bb-hr"></div>