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Just now catching that? :P
Well.. I do have that Tai Yang Bio I've tried several times now.
Hogfather for teh epics. :3
Lethe would find the dramatic power of her tirade somewhat hindered by the fact that it was directed at a little girl nearly crying going "OW OW OW OW!"
The sudden appearance of fire, and not normal fire, but witchy-blue fire that reminded her of the catacombs and shadow temple and and and generally, things associated with Veitaru's deepest fears, inches from her face caused "The Sly One" to give a girly scream of "AAAAAAAIIIEEE", stumble/jump backwards and trip over a rock, and thus send the back of her head careening into the side of a stone tombstone.
This left the small child rolling on the ground clutching the back of her head, crying "OW OW OW OW!" over and over. This course of events meant that when she would have gotten Frore the clothes he needed, that did not actually ever happen because she had been frightened and hurt herself before that happened.
"How am I supposed to know who some Goddess is! I'm not called Sly one or whatever for going to church." She whined as she started to get over the shock of the immediate pain, but still hadn't gotten up from the ground, holding the ouch.
She leaned up, still holding the her head with one hand, "Ok ok, I'll get you clothes. But I'm not stealing." Her eyes hardened slightly. Or, well, she still looked scared of the fairy, but she TRIED to look tough.
Pulling her hand off the ouch point she examined the slight bit of blood in her palm, and with a quick self conscious look to the others, quickly lapped it up with her tongue, looking slightly happier about the situation, though self consciously glancing at them. Apparently Vei enjoyed the taste of her own blood?
As the final member of the Graveyard Quintet showed up, Veitaru turned her head, tongue still at her palm, "Uuhh?"
The sudden appearance of fire, and not normal fire, but witchy-blue fire that reminded her of the catacombs and shadow temple and and and generally, things associated with Veitaru's deepest fears, inches from her face caused "The Sly One" to give a girly scream of "AAAAAAAIIIEEE", stumble/jump backwards and trip over a rock, and thus send the back of her head careening into the side of a stone tombstone.
This left the small child rolling on the ground clutching the back of her head, crying "OW OW OW OW!" over and over. This course of events meant that when she would have gotten Frore the clothes he needed, that did not actually ever happen because she had been frightened and hurt herself before that happened.
"How am I supposed to know who some Goddess is! I'm not called Sly one or whatever for going to church." She whined as she started to get over the shock of the immediate pain, but still hadn't gotten up from the ground, holding the ouch.
She leaned up, still holding the her head with one hand, "Ok ok, I'll get you clothes. But I'm not stealing." Her eyes hardened slightly. Or, well, she still looked scared of the fairy, but she TRIED to look tough.
Pulling her hand off the ouch point she examined the slight bit of blood in her palm, and with a quick self conscious look to the others, quickly lapped it up with her tongue, looking slightly happier about the situation, though self consciously glancing at them. Apparently Vei enjoyed the taste of her own blood?
As the final member of the Graveyard Quintet showed up, Veitaru turned her head, tongue still at her palm, "Uuhh?"
That is because, as not a ten year old, I have difficulty with it, especially, since when I was 14 and I had friends who were ten, they all wanted me to GM their DnD games between chess games. That's not exactly normal 10 year olds for reference, I think. One was direly sarcastic and never showed when anything bothered him or when he liked anything. I still can't tell when he likes anything.
So, advice would be appreciated, and we'll chalk up the times when she talks too old as trying to imitate her Father, as well as "life on the streets experience" and "badass Sheikah training". It will be necessary to do that sometimes, as otherwise she'll just be a complete liability in combat.
Moved myself up in the post order so Frore and Cain wouldn't post as if they had actually gotten the clothes.
So, advice would be appreciated, and we'll chalk up the times when she talks too old as trying to imitate her Father, as well as "life on the streets experience" and "badass Sheikah training". It will be necessary to do that sometimes, as otherwise she'll just be a complete liability in combat.
Moved myself up in the post order so Frore and Cain wouldn't post as if they had actually gotten the clothes.
For fun, I decided to do my bio in interview format. Skip around to Italics bits if you want the short of it.
Name: "My name is Ashielle."
Race: "I am one of the Branded. One of many reasons I wear this mask. I trust *stare of death* you will not pass this on idly."
Sex: "Female... I recognize you have to ask. At least you didn't make it awkward."
Class: "I am a Soldier, lance and shield have never failed me in all these long years. This blade at my side has never tasted Beorc or Laguz."
Gender Identity: "How is this relevant to hiring me? Fine, I've humored a few beorcs over the years *her eyes turn downward to express slight sadness over the topic*, but I think I'm not nearly as enthusiastic about that whole thing as most seem to be."
Age: "Oh. Um. Geez.. Uh.. Give me a sec.......... I forgot.. :/"
Appearance: When fully geared, take the armament of a real Persian Immortal, and combine it with the masked anonymity of a 300 Persian Immortal.
"You need me to describe my appearance? This seems even less relevant than before... Fine. I understand that, despite how my frame is slightly more slender than the men I have so frequently fought beside, I lack the pronounced curves so archetypal of the fairer sex. My voice is dark enough, along side my sharp and branded face, to be ambigious as well. So I take some measure of pride in attempting to cultivate my hair, red as the Dragon Laguz of my lineage *softer reprise of death stare*, to almost my hips, er, well, waist, length. But, I keep it braided and tucked into my coif when in battle. I have no desire for it to get caught on something and lead to an ignominious death."
Equipment: "This is a spear, or, I suppose such weapons are termed lances here, with a trusty steel blade. It has lasted as long time for me, and that is a claim I do not make lightly. I have my last dose of the Immortal's Brew, raising my magical powers and allowing me to strike from afar with my lance, but it shall only last a short while. Finally, this bronze sword at my side is completely untested. I would not know if it had rusted away in its sheath if I did not clean it on occasion. The ceremonies it was designed for.. I am no longer welcome. *sad eyes again. :(*"
Personality: "They say that it is difficult to see ones personal faults, I would say you could find a better judge of my character in yourself than in me."
Bio: Waiting on a neutral country to be described so I can tie in my bio to them. Will create an Immortal-Esque unit in their military.
Likes/Dislikes: "It would be quarrelsome and redundant of myself to say I dislike incessant questions, but I suppose you have been as patient with me as I speak, so I shall say a few things of petty importance and a few that might be relevant. I dislike the taste of fowl, but am rather fond of fish. I care not for the Laguz, but I will work alongside them towards a common cause. I have stood among the Beorc for a long time, and I wish they were granted longer to walk this earth. Their passing always leaves me feeling emptier than before. :("
Strengths/Weakness: "I am graced with magic beyond my peers, as well as resistance to those same magics, but my frame is slighter than the men I once fought along. My arm strength and my ability to withstand hits are limited. But those are simply slight deviations, my true strength is that I am granted the skill of Imbue, healing my wounds in accordance with my magical power, as all Immortals."
Other:
Name: "My name is Ashielle."
Race: "I am one of the Branded. One of many reasons I wear this mask. I trust *stare of death* you will not pass this on idly."
Sex: "Female... I recognize you have to ask. At least you didn't make it awkward."
Class: "I am a Soldier, lance and shield have never failed me in all these long years. This blade at my side has never tasted Beorc or Laguz."
Gender Identity: "How is this relevant to hiring me? Fine, I've humored a few beorcs over the years *her eyes turn downward to express slight sadness over the topic*, but I think I'm not nearly as enthusiastic about that whole thing as most seem to be."
Age: "Oh. Um. Geez.. Uh.. Give me a sec.......... I forgot.. :/"
Appearance: When fully geared, take the armament of a real Persian Immortal, and combine it with the masked anonymity of a 300 Persian Immortal.
"You need me to describe my appearance? This seems even less relevant than before... Fine. I understand that, despite how my frame is slightly more slender than the men I have so frequently fought beside, I lack the pronounced curves so archetypal of the fairer sex. My voice is dark enough, along side my sharp and branded face, to be ambigious as well. So I take some measure of pride in attempting to cultivate my hair, red as the Dragon Laguz of my lineage *softer reprise of death stare*, to almost my hips, er, well, waist, length. But, I keep it braided and tucked into my coif when in battle. I have no desire for it to get caught on something and lead to an ignominious death."
Equipment: "This is a spear, or, I suppose such weapons are termed lances here, with a trusty steel blade. It has lasted as long time for me, and that is a claim I do not make lightly. I have my last dose of the Immortal's Brew, raising my magical powers and allowing me to strike from afar with my lance, but it shall only last a short while. Finally, this bronze sword at my side is completely untested. I would not know if it had rusted away in its sheath if I did not clean it on occasion. The ceremonies it was designed for.. I am no longer welcome. *sad eyes again. :(*"
Personality: "They say that it is difficult to see ones personal faults, I would say you could find a better judge of my character in yourself than in me."
Bio: Waiting on a neutral country to be described so I can tie in my bio to them. Will create an Immortal-Esque unit in their military.
Likes/Dislikes: "It would be quarrelsome and redundant of myself to say I dislike incessant questions, but I suppose you have been as patient with me as I speak, so I shall say a few things of petty importance and a few that might be relevant. I dislike the taste of fowl, but am rather fond of fish. I care not for the Laguz, but I will work alongside them towards a common cause. I have stood among the Beorc for a long time, and I wish they were granted longer to walk this earth. Their passing always leaves me feeling emptier than before. :("
Strengths/Weakness: "I am graced with magic beyond my peers, as well as resistance to those same magics, but my frame is slighter than the men I once fought along. My arm strength and my ability to withstand hits are limited. But those are simply slight deviations, my true strength is that I am granted the skill of Imbue, healing my wounds in accordance with my magical power, as all Immortals."
Other:
Hehe, don't worry, we are all humans.
I hope.
I hope.
I've started and stopped a couple attempts to respond to that post, but they all come out feeling really awkward and I scrap them halfway.
Yeah, she was just like, "Hey this guys being mean to me! Oh yeah! Well, I'll just ignore you!"
She didn't see through the Royal Spymaster. She didn't figure it out. She simply ignored them because they used all the strategy of schoolyard bullies with their earlier "Let's talk to the other person and pretend Vei isn't here while insulting Vei in a tone she can hear". They've already lost all chance to impress her through flashy words. First Impressions of your character for Vei were horrible.
And she's not terrified of most monsters*, otherwise she'd be useless on the adventure. So your strangeness doesn't impress her. Well, it would have, if she wasn't already hellbent on disliking and ignoring you. In case you believe I'm out of character to have her react so strongly to such a small slight, let me draw your attention to her personality. "Motivation: Vengeance"
*Various undead being important exception.
And she's not terrified of most monsters*, otherwise she'd be useless on the adventure. So your strangeness doesn't impress her. Well, it would have, if she wasn't already hellbent on disliking and ignoring you. In case you believe I'm out of character to have her react so strongly to such a small slight, let me draw your attention to her personality. "Motivation: Vengeance"
*Various undead being important exception.
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