The Harbinger of Ferocity

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I enjoy the rain, but not being caught in it. Days where and when the monsoon rolls in and it pours briefly, if not wildly and violently, are as welcome to me as the gentle rains that last for hours, though that latter is exceedingly more rare. The real reason I am not so fond of being caught in the rain is I am not fond of being damp, even through say persistent humidity. I am much more partial to drier, if not colder climates and am very averse to clinging wet-cold. This goes hand in hand with my preference for light, powdery snow versus the slush and wet kind of some climates.

A Young Upstart's Brush With Death! Lysander vs Rakatah!

At this point my recommendation then is for @Rilla to engage in an executive action if you wish for an official answer and resolution from someone known to operate almost exclusively in this field, @LeeRoy. While I need note I haven't the authority or capacity to redirect him here, that is about as official as an answer over disagreement can be at any level here if the other party is unwilling for second or third party judges or persons unassociated with the event. No further comment from myself.

Your previous life.

That might have something to do with the fact you have yet to die, @Vampy.

Revenge of the Dragon

I assume others intend to post as well? I would rather not just make this a roundabout series of posts between just two players, especially since now we are divided into two, which will only further complicate things. All noted, I should state that this coming weekend I might be a bit delayed given I will be mostly without access to any form of the internet.

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My personal hobbies consist largely of study, namely in the areas of interest to me. Those being biology, ecology, medicine, philosophy, politics, psychology, and to a lesser extent theology and religion. Fortunately more time will be devoted to those to come in the future, but thus far the pursuits have not failed me. They maintain a surprising amount of overlap, which I certainly believe is for the better. There are countless times where they have involved myself and or made themselves useful, if not essential, to actual duties. I find it no coincidence they all overlap and form a natural synergy.

What Are You Listening To?

Burnin' For You

Reasonably accompanied by Veteran of the Psychic Wars and of course, Don't Fear the Reaper.

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I am frequently assailed by dreams both wonderful and horrible, derivative nightmares or strange imagery that relates in itself back to events that either played out at some point and took another route or those that are quasi-real. The majority mirror reality in some way and their vividness makes it difficult to gauge if they are, initially, real or not. Yet subtle errors consistently prove them to not be and as they evolve they are meant to be understood in reflection. An example being that they tell parables and fables of their own creation; even the nightmares no more bother me.

A Short Example

The story goes in the snowy ruins and outskirts of a town, we were awaiting the enemy. What few of us, whoever we were, had orchestrated with the few tools and equipment we had defenses in preparation for the enemy. Those who we were with did not know what to do or how to do it; I myself told them many times how to position the defenses, but they could not do it correctly, leaving me to do it. Why we did this was clear, as there were refugees and people of this town who the enemy would kill, not just us. When we finished our work, I took to lounging, knowing all we could do is wait.

What came next was a slight shift of perspective of self. My close confidant asked me just what it was I was doing, eating the food of the starving people, even while we were all hungry. The actual self replied to him, "I haven't eaten in days. Would you rather I eat them?" To which he threw his hands up in frustration and walked away, but understanding, as even in the dream the story was clear; one cannot take care of others until they can take care of themselves. The context was all clear no less, for this was one of his recalls yet I was merely present again.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Ample time waiting.

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The few sets of dice I own are notoriously lucky, averaging between 11 and 14 on the rolls of the twenty-sided ones. They seem to impart this quality on any who use them, except for the two most unlucky players I have known. Fortunately, whatever quality imbued in them does increase their range of rolling; in place of rolling strings of 1s, 2s, or 3s, the dice consistently roll 2 to 5 for them, with upper bounds of 10. This also leads to the issue of players sometimes snatching my dice to roll them in the hopes of being so lucky, something that earns them a swat by this particular Smilodon.

As the rule goes, never use a Crown Royal bag if the drink itself is unfinished. Apparently it curses not just your dice, but your rolling habits as well.

Post a random fact about yourself.

Everybody wants to be a cat, because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at, @Gunther. My aspect has been with me longer than I ever knew me; it certainly has been a pervasive theme throughout my life, to the point I can say it did indeed choose me and not I it. I have never wandered from it and through reflection, it seemed accurate. Unfortunately there isn't much said or known about such a spirit impressed upon some.