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After 4 years of doing other types of Rping, I think I'm returning home
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5 yrs ago
I cannot - for the life of me - manage to manually turn off my PS4 by pressing the button. My damn cat, however, manages to hit it every single she even bypasses the console.
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6 yrs ago
My kids found an old Barbie TV from when I was a kid - you know, the kind that was huge and boxy with a tiny-ass screen - and my daughter said "No, mommy, TV's are flat." Another parenting fail.
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6 yrs ago
My kids don't understand what a (computer) mouse is or how to use it. They keep poking and swiping at my monitor. I have failed as a parent.
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6 yrs ago
When your kid gets super excioted and just up and læeave their friends to come give you a hug when you come to get them from daycare
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Bio
Life has been a bitch for a while. but I think I'm good to come back now
Aye, but it's not a big problem. Let's say that there are as many kinds of trolls are there usually are elves (one for each biome that they can inhabit)such as rock trolls, frost trolls and so on. Krobb would then be a part of the vanilla variant most commonly known as simply "troll". Mog on the other hand would still accurately be called a troll, but belongs to the subclassification "mountain troll" or "rock troll" depending on how the families are named.
I second this. Honestly, I did plan on eventually building my Gryogai out in a similar manner, so I do hope that is all right? It's probably not something I'd need to use a whole lot for this RP, but I like to keep the option open.
Also, I just noticed that we're allowed a second character when this gets rolling and I was wondering if you (@Hellis) would perhaps be interested in reviewing my idea? He's already a character, I just need to adjust him to this particular RP. It's a certain redhead with a silky voice that I think I may have mentioned in my CS and if anyone (sorry, I don't remember you) of these people have ever played with me before, they likely know (of) him. He is a bit ... special, though, so I'd really like to pitch him before actually doing too much work, so I know what to expect, when the time comes.
(Singular; Gryorga – Plural; Gryorgai – To be; Gryorgan The Gryorgan bodily structure is mostly humanoid. They are more muscular, in the sense that gaining muscle is easier for them than it is for humans and that growing fat or even just heavy is next to impossible. Their bones are stronger, thicker and heavier than human bones, almost as if they were made from rock. Their skin is course and rough to touch, much like running your hand over a piece of sandpaper. It varies greatly in color; from dark brown to almost-white gray. Almost all Gryorgai have freckle-like spots on their shoulders, hips, hand and feet. Some have them other places, such as the face or the back, as well. Their hair is thicker and courser than most human hair and come in the same variety of color as human hair, with gray and white being normal colors, as well. Their eyes are made up of only pupil, which gives them excellent night vision, but also makes them incredibly sensitive to light and sunlight in particular. They are nocturnal by nature, though some choose to roam the daylight. A Gyrorgan tail is made of their rock-like bones; an extension of their spinal cord, which is just as visible as their tail. Despite the appearance of the structure, the entire spine is actually covered in a layer of hard, transparent muscle and a layer of course, transparent skin. Gryorgai have antlers growing from their hairline; these antlers follow the shape of their scalps until their puberty. Depending on the age that a Gryorga hits puberty, their antlers may be more or less curved. The antlers seem to serve no actual purpose, other than determining maturity and/or attractiveness. Gryorgan males are usually taller and leaner than Gryorgan females, but their antlers usually grow bigger and wider. Gryorgai have a longer living span than humans. They are considered “children” until they hit puberty, when their antlers stop following the shape of their scalp, which happens sometime between the age of thirty and the age of fifty. They are then “teenagers” until they mature, when their antlers stop growing, which varies from just a decade to a full century. Once they are matured, they seem to stop aging. Both Gryorgan males and females are able to carry children. Male Gryorgai, however, can only carry male children, whereas female Gryorgai can carry both males and females. Male Gryorgai cannot breastfeed their children and male Gryorgan pregnancy cannot happen by “accident”; in fact, it is a quite odd ritual.
As per tradition, Gryorgan children's surnames are decided by which parent carries them. Their surname will be their “mother”'s first name followed by -tyl if the carrier was a female and by -tael if the carrier was male.
A Gryorga's attractiveness is decided by the size of the antlers; especially for the males. Wide hips, large feet and large “freckles” are also considered attractive. Large breasts, for females, are considered unattractive as is visible muscle mass for both males and females.
Appearance:
Age: Forty-two.
Former Profession: Armor and Weapons Smith
Skill: -=Weapon Smithing=- As the daughter of a weapons smith, Annekra was taught how to make weapons, how to tell metals apart and to see the quality, or lack thereof, of a blade. With their keen eyesight and incredible muscle mass, Gryorgai are known to be some of the best Weapon Smiths around.
-=Enhanced Strength and Durability=- Like any and all other Gryorgai, Annekra is much stronger than a human. Her muscle mass is much thicker and more compact, like a bullet-proof vest below her skin. That, along with her thick bones and hard skin make her about as tough as a rock.
-=Knife Wielding=- As taught by her trade, Annekra carries a weapon on her person at all times; her usual choice being a pair of curved hunting knives. She is quite talented at the use of these and her compact build allows her swift movement for the use of them.
Personality: >Curious/Nosy< Annekra is very curious about almost everything. She has an urge to know every- and all things that are going on around her. More often than not, people find this behavior annoying and state her to be nosy.
>Protective/Loyal< By nature, most Gryorgai are very protective of their kin, be they close family or a different “tribe” altogether. They are especially protective of their mates and children and will oftentimes sacrifice themselves in order to keep those they hold dear safe. Such a bond can, obviously, also be made outside of their own kind. What we call “friends”, a Gryorga will call an “Illyu”, which roughly translates into an “off-kin”. They treat these “Illyu” like they would their own children.
>Social/Talkative< Annekra loves to meet new people and she loves it even better to get to know these people. She wants nothing more than for everyone to be her friend. She even tends to butt into other people's conversations in an attempt to get to know them and their situations.
>Ill-tempered< Unlike what most people would believe when first meeting Annekra, she has a temper that is not to be messed with. It does not take much to tick her off and when she does, she will throw tables around and scream bloody murder.
History:
Annekra was born during the late summertime, just as the fruits on the trees and bushes were ready to pluck and eat. For the first two weeks of her life, her mother carried her around without ever putting her down. She even slept curved around her newborn daughter. Even her mate and son were not allowed to touch the little female. For three weeks after that, only the father was allowed near the child. Then the son. When Annekra was three months old, her mother finally allowed for the rest of their family to see her.
Annekra was the first female to be born for close to a century. This was not uncommon, though. Many a time had it taken several decades before another female would be born, but the Elders of their tribe had begun worrying.
For the first few years of her life, Annekra had nothing to do but grow, as per Gryorgan customs. Children were to play and grow; no reason to worry their little heads with anything more than that. Some races had their children work or train to become adults, but the Gryorgai saw no reason for that; with the length of their lives, there was no rush. So Annekra grew. Her older brother, Marvia, mocked her about her height; he stood a whole head taller than her, despite him being just a few months older. Annekra, however, was stronger and easily wrestled her brother's face to the dirt. He did not find that funny in the least. Their parents explained to them that it was normal; males were taller than females and females were stronger than males. It was just the course of nature.
By the time Annekra was fifteen, she was done growing. She reached her brother to the chest, but could still ground him like a feather. Her younger brother, Petli, who was six years younger than her had already outgrown her. She could ground him, too. She had discovered that her small, compact body was easier to maneuver than their long, lean limbs. She could dance around them like a bee circling a flower and they could never touch her. Her mother, the Weapon Smith of their little village, chose her twentieth birthday to hand Annekra a hammer and smoldering piece of iron for the first time. Annekra thought it was fun. She was a quick learner, too. It was just around her thirtieth birthday that she was promoted from apprentice to courier. She was to transport the weapons to the places they were to be sold.
For nearly a decade, Annekra spent more time away from her family than she did with it. Whenever she was home, she and her brothers would sleep in a pile on their living room floor, rather than their respective beds. It was never long before she had to travel away once more, though. Many a time, during her travels, did she come upon a group of bandits out to loot her wares. Luckily, she was strong as an ox and would allow no such things. The ones with blades, though, tended to be a bit problematic. On one of her periods in her home village, she took it upon herself to make some weapons that she could defend herself with. Even if her skin and muscle served like a protection to her inner workings, it still hurt very badly to be cut and it took several months to heal. This was when she made her curved hunting knives. She learned how to use them in real-life situations during her travels.
Her antlers stopped following the curve of her head when she was thirty-eight. There was a party to celebrate the end of her childhood and the beginning of her journey to maturity. Her brother, Marvia, had yet to reach puberty, so Annekra was smug about it. It was a joyous occasion, nonetheless, and even her brother found it in his heart to be happy for her.
Not that long ago; a month perhaps, at most, Annekra was asked to go to Kings Knell. Thinking it was a normal courier job, Annekra immediately agreed. Only when she saw the proud sadness in her mother's eyes, did she realize that she would not be returning from this task. She had been asked to smith weapons for the city; the City Guards, even. She slept in a pile with her brother's, that morning, much to their delight. She left before the sun had set without a goodbye to anyone. It was simply too much, saying goodbye. With a bag full of weapons and the letter from the city, she left her home behind without plans to ever return.
As it turned out, The City Guard was nothing like Annekra had dreamed it would be. Instead of a heroic group of upstanding citizens, she was met by lowlifes of all different kinds. She was quite sure at least three of the men had tried to rob her of her wares in the past. She was hit by an immediate wave of regret and soon found herself at a small, filthy tavern, trying to drown her sorrow of leaving home for something so undignified.
Gryorgai were known for many things. One of those things was the fact that their alcoholic beverages were the weakest known to any race, simply because no Gryorga could hold their liquor. After just a single drink, Annekra was throughly buzzed and swayed lightly from side to side in her seat. By the time she had finished her third drink, she was more than a little sloshed. Everything from there was a blur. She remembered little bits and pieces, like some redhead talking to her with silky words and someone laughing loudly, but she could not quite remember at what. However, the sentence she received from this drunken night stated that she had more or less torn down the little tavern, destroyed more than a little city property and, apparently, had tossed the red haired man with the silky voice as far as she could. And that was the story of how she ended up joining the City Guard.
So psyched about this! Finally getting back in the game!
Name: Annekra Blyuthstyl
Race: Gryorga
(Singular; Gryorga – Plural; Gryorgai – To be; Gryorgan The Gryorgan bodily structure is mostly humanoid. They are more muscular, in the sense that gaining muscle is easier for them than it is for humans and that growing fat or even just heavy is next to impossible. Their bones are stronger, thicker and heavier than human bones, almost as if they were made from rock. Their skin is course and rough to touch, much like running your hand over a piece of sandpaper. It varies greatly in color; from dark brown to almost-white gray. Almost all Gryorgai have freckle-like spots on their shoulders, hips, hand and feet. Some have them other places, such as the face or the back, as well. Their hair is thicker and courser than most human hair and come in the same variety of color as human hair, with gray and white being normal colors, as well. Their eyes are made up of only pupil, which gives them excellent night vision, but also makes them incredibly sensitive to light and sunlight in particular. They are nocturnal by nature, though some choose to roam the daylight. A Gyrorgan tail is made of their rock-like bones; an extension of their spinal cord, which is just as visible as their tail. Despite the appearance of the structure, the entire spine is actually covered in a layer of hard, transparent muscle and a layer of course, transparent skin. Gryorgai have antlers growing from their hairline; these antlers follow the shape of their scalps until their puberty. Depending on the age that a Gryorga hits puberty, their antlers may be more or less curved. The antlers seem to serve no actual purpose, other than determining maturity and/or attractiveness. Gryorgan males are usually taller and leaner than Gryorgan females, but their antlers usually grow bigger and wider. Gryorgai have a longer living span than humans. They are considered “children” until they hit puberty, when their antlers stop following the shape of their scalp, which happens sometime between the age of thirty and the age of fifty. They are then “teenagers” until they mature, when their antlers stop growing, which varies from just a decade to a full century. Once they are matured, they seem to stop aging. Both Gryorgan males and females are able to carry children. Male Gryorgai, however, can only carry male children, whereas female Gryorgai can carry both males and females. Male Gryorgai cannot breastfeed their children and male Gryorgan pregnancy cannot happen by “accident”; in fact, it is a quite odd ritual.
As per tradition, Gryorgan children's surnames are decided by which parent carries them. Their surname will be their “mother”'s first name followed by -tyl if the carrier was a female and by -tael if the carrier was male.
A Gryorga's attractiveness is decided by the size of the antlers; especially for the males. Wide hips, large feet and large “freckles” are also considered attractive. Large breasts, for females, are considered unattractive as is visible muscle mass for both males and females.
Appearance:
Age: Forty-two.
Former Profession: Armor and Weapons Smith
Skill: -=Weapon Smithing=- As the daughter of a weapons smith, Annekra was taught how to make weapons, how to tell metals apart and to see the quality, or lack thereof, of a blade. With their keen eyesight and incredible muscle mass, Gryorgai are known to be some of the best Weapon Smiths around.
-=Enhanced Strength and Durability=- Like any and all other Gryorgai, Annekra is much stronger than a human. Her muscle mass is much thicker and more compact, like a bullet-proof vest below her skin. That, along with her thick bones and hard skin make her about as tough as a rock.
-=Knife Wielding=- As taught by her trade, Annekra carries a weapon on her person at all times; her usual choice being a pair of curved hunting knives. She is quite talented at the use of these and her compact build allows her swift movement for the use of them.
Personality: >Curious/Nosy< Annekra is very curious about almost everything. She has an urge to know every- and all things that are going on around her. More often than not, people find this behavior annoying and state her to be nosy.
>Protective/Loyal< By nature, most Gryorgai are very protective of their kin, be they close family or a different “tribe” altogether. They are especially protective of their mates and children and will oftentimes sacrifice themselves in order to keep those they hold dear safe. Such a bond can, obviously, also be made outside of their own kind. What we call “friends”, a Gryorga will call an “Illyu”, which roughly translates into an “off-kin”. They treat these “Illyu” like they would their own children.
>Social/Talkative< Annekra loves to meet new people and she loves it even better to get to know these people. She wants nothing more than for everyone to be her friend. She even tends to butt into other people's conversations in an attempt to get to know them and their situations.
>Ill-tempered< Unlike what most people would believe when first meeting Annekra, she has a temper that is not to be messed with. It does not take much to tick her off and when she does, she will throw tables around and scream bloody murder.
History:
Annekra was born during the late summertime, just as the fruits on the trees and bushes were ready to pluck and eat. For the first two weeks of her life, her mother carried her around without ever putting her down. She even slept curved around her newborn daughter. Even her mate and son were not allowed to touch the little female. For three weeks after that, only the father was allowed near the child. Then the son. When Annekra was three months old, her mother finally allowed for the rest of their family to see her.
Annekra was the first female to be born for close to a century. This was not uncommon, though. Many a time had it taken several decades before another female would be born, but the Elders of their tribe had begun worrying.
For the first few years of her life, Annekra had nothing to do but grow, as per Gryorgan customs. Children were to play and grow; no reason to worry their little heads with anything more than that. Some races had their children work or train to become adults, but the Gryorgai saw no reason for that; with the length of their lives, there was no rush. So Annekra grew. Her older brother, Marvia, mocked her about her height; he stood a whole head taller than her, despite him being just a few months older. Annekra, however, was stronger and easily wrestled her brother's face to the dirt. He did not find that funny in the least. Their parents explained to them that it was normal; males were taller than females and females were stronger than males. It was just the course of nature.
By the time Annekra was fifteen, she was done growing. She reached her brother to the chest, but could still ground him like a feather. Her younger brother, Petli, who was six years younger than her had already outgrown her. She could ground him, too. She had discovered that her small, compact body was easier to maneuver than their long, lean limbs. She could dance around them like a bee circling a flower and they could never touch her. Her mother, the Weapon Smith of their little village, chose her twentieth birthday to hand Annekra a hammer and smoldering piece of iron for the first time. Annekra thought it was fun. She was a quick learner, too. It was just around her thirtieth birthday that she was promoted from apprentice to courier. She was to transport the weapons to the places they were to be sold.
For nearly a decade, Annekra spent more time away from her family than she did with it. Whenever she was home, she and her brothers would sleep in a pile on their living room floor, rather than their respective beds. It was never long before she had to travel away once more, though. Many a time, during her travels, did she come upon a group of bandits out to loot her wares. Luckily, she was strong as an ox and would allow no such things. The ones with blades, though, tended to be a bit problematic. On one of her periods in her home village, she took it upon herself to make some weapons that she could defend herself with. Even if her skin and muscle served like a protection to her inner workings, it still hurt very badly to be cut and it took several months to heal. This was when she made her curved hunting knives. She learned how to use them in real-life situations during her travels.
Her antlers stopped following the curve of her head when she was thirty-eight. There was a party to celebrate the end of her childhood and the beginning of her journey to maturity. Her brother, Marvia, had yet to reach puberty, so Annekra was smug about it. It was a joyous occasion, nonetheless, and even her brother found it in his heart to be happy for her.
Not that long ago; a month perhaps, at most, Annekra was asked to go to Kings Knell. Thinking it was a normal courier job, Annekra immediately agreed. Only when she saw the proud sadness in her mother's eyes, did she realize that she would not be returning from this task. She had been asked to smith weapons for the city; the City Guards, even. She slept in a pile with her brother's, that morning, much to their delight. She left before the sun had set without a goodbye to anyone. It was simply too much, saying goodbye. With a bag full of weapons and the letter from the city, she left her home behind without plans to ever return.
As it turned out, The City Guard was nothing like Annekra had dreamed it would be. Instead of a heroic group of upstanding citizens, she was met by lowlifes of all different kinds. She was quite sure at least three of the men had tried to rob her of her wares in the past. She was hit by an immediate wave of regret and soon found herself at a small, filthy tavern, trying to drown her sorrow of leaving home for something so undignified.
Gryorgai were known for many things. One of those things was the fact that their alcoholic beverages were the weakest known to any race, simply because no Gryorga could hold their liquor. After just a single drink, Annekra was throughly buzzed and swayed lightly from side to side in her seat. By the time she had finished her third drink, she was more than a little sloshed. Everything from there was a blur. She remembered little bits and pieces, like some redhead talking to her with silky words and someone laughing loudly, but she could not quite remember at what. However, the sentence she received from this drunken night stated that she had more or less torn down the little tavern, destroyed more than a little city property and, apparently, had tossed the red haired man with the silky voice as far as she could. And that was the story of how she ended up joining the City Guard.
I'm a bit unsure about the length of the Bio. I can write moire, if you want, but I wasn't sure how big of a "paragraph" you wanted, so I chose less over more, since adding stuff is easy, but removing something is awfully hard (to me).
Name: Elias Nihmgor (pron. Eh-lee-ass Neem-gore)
Race: Half-breed; Human-High Elf
Gender: Male ♂
Appearance: Pure-born High Elves have platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes. However, this is not Elias case. From his Elven linage, he has pointed ears; although his ears are nowhere as long as that of a High Elf would normally be. It is basically just a normal human ear, with a slight point at the top. He has elegant, regal even, features as well as a slender, acrobatically build body with a canvas of ivory white skin stretched flawlessly over tight muscles. Or, well, his skin would have been flawless, were it not for the scars slashed into his left pectoral where the word “HUMAN” is morbidly carved into the tissue of the muscle beneath. From his Human linage, he has chub at his sides from living a rich life, defined muscle, a wider nose than what Elves usually have and an unusual mutation, between the platinum blonde of his father and the mud brown of his mother, in the shade of his hair color; crimson. This blood-colored hair of his is kept in a low ponytail that stretches from the nape of his neck and down to the small of his back. His bangs are cut short, to just above his eyes, but are then left growing and pushed aside until they reach his chin. They are currently at cheekbone length. His eyes are slightly slanted, with long lashes and perfectly manicured eyebrows in a shade matching that of his hair. The iris of his eyes is forest green and slightly larger than what one would expect from a human, making his eyes seem larger in general. He stands at 6'5” (190 cm) in height and weights 183 pounds (83 kg).
Notable Strengths/Weaknesses: High Elves are an elegant, dexterous and agile in their movements, whether it be running, jumping, fighting or even falling, they make it all look graceful like a dance. Elias is, however, only half elf and although he is dexterous and agile, he is far from elegant. He falls on his ass just as much as the next guy; maybe even a little bit more. Although he is a half-breed of one of the most magically capable races, Elias has very little magical skills to tell of. He can just barely muster a few of the most simple spells in the High Elf repertoire, such as a small, glowing orb that will light his way in darkness, revealing hidden High Elf magically hidden seals and healing very superficial wounds, like scrapes and papercuts. Elias is quite talented at the use of his specially-crafted, magically light and extremely expensive sword. He can, if absolutely needed, use a bow and arrow, but he he finds it racist that everyone thinks Elves can use a bow and arrows. He can ride a horse, brush a horse, feed a horse, wash a horse and generally just take care of a horse. If the right ingredients are at hand, he may even be able to cook a decent meal.
Bio: Elias grew up in the sheltered life of nobility. He had everything he had ever wanted; from the specially crafted, light weight sword he got for his thirteenth birthday, to the prize-winning draft horse he decided on for a steed and to any woman he desired in his later years. Everywhere he went, people gave Elias exactly what he wanted. He never considered showing any gratitude for this perfect life of his and never knew how well he had it. He was ever a jerk to the servants and refused to attend parties in other kingdoms than his own, because of the travel. He became an older brother by another mother late in his teen years and adored the little sister he had been granted. Despite the girl being soft as down and a general sweetheart, Elis did not change his ways towards anyone but her. He was still a jerk to the servants and even his parents, but his little sister was treated like gold. When he was well into his thirties, his mother died of old age, as humans tend to age faster than the immortal elves. For a while, Elias was heartbroken and struck by sorrow, realizing that his own life would once come to an end as well and no one could say when it would happen. He quickly found himself a suitable wife and after just a year of marriage, she bore his child. Now secured that his legacy would carry on in the event of his own demise, Elias felt more comfortable in his position as duke-to-be and actually started doing some work for the community. He started out by making donations to several of the businesses in town, gently pushed in the right directions by his lovely and purely good natured wife, who would eventually give birth to a beautiful baby girl with a mane of red hair and the iciest blue eyes of all time.
@Archmage MC I may do it, nonetheless, just for the experience and shits 'n' giggles.
I could do a Brutal Legend kind of theme, but I dunno.
I've been roleplaying for about 15 years and been on this forum for more than 10, so... I guess I know the types, but you can give me a heads up if there's a particular some one you know is pain in the butt.
@Archmage MC I have a feeling that even if I did make this RP happen, it wouldn't actually lift off. It'd just be a bunch of morons like myself making tacky heroes out of terrible music. I'm tempted, though, just to see what ridiculousness people could come up with
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