@Neo Is DelightThat's an awesome character you have there! I'm not the GM or aything, but she really seems to live into the idea of the story. Way more than a, uh.. junkie-lookin-transferman. Cough, cough.
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STATUS: Anyone out there trying to write about some sad cowboys and cowgirls? I love me some western, and god is it tricky to find. 6 yrs ago
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Anyone out there trying to write about some sad cowboys and cowgirls? I love me some western, and god is it tricky to find.
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I've started book 2 of my trilogy! Thanks to those who beta-read the first one for me!
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First DnD session went awesomely! My players loved it, and a dragonborn was nearly killed by a bugbear.
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Starting up DMing my first campaign this weekend!
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50,033 words written! I finished NaNoWriMo!
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Heyo! I'm Tybalt, and I'm an alcoholic...
Shoot, I think I'm doing this wrong. Y'know what, I'mma just throw up a character sheet for myself, y'all know how to read those.
Name: Tybalt
Species: Human. But, like, kinda Hobbit, too?
Age: 24
Rank: Peasant, probably.
Personality: Hard to nail down since I'm the one writing it, but I'm a type three on the Enneagram if that's worth anything.
Description: Two arms, two legs, a head, no feathers.
Abilities: Casual to advanced writing. I love a good advanced, but it's gotta be engaging as well as deep. Advanced is an investment, so I rarely keep up with more than one at a time.
Likes: Pirates, Knights, Cowboys, and everything in-between. I don't mind a good romance, but I'm just as happy to have a bro-tp as an otp. I also love anything by Brandon Sanderson, so if we've got some other fans out there, hit me up in the pm's.
Dislikes: This is less a dislike than a personal failing, but I tend to over-commit to too many stories, then not respond very quickly. You have been warned, I guess.
Shoot, I think I'm doing this wrong. Y'know what, I'mma just throw up a character sheet for myself, y'all know how to read those.
Name: Tybalt
Species: Human. But, like, kinda Hobbit, too?
Age: 24
Rank: Peasant, probably.
Personality: Hard to nail down since I'm the one writing it, but I'm a type three on the Enneagram if that's worth anything.
Description: Two arms, two legs, a head, no feathers.
Abilities: Casual to advanced writing. I love a good advanced, but it's gotta be engaging as well as deep. Advanced is an investment, so I rarely keep up with more than one at a time.
Likes: Pirates, Knights, Cowboys, and everything in-between. I don't mind a good romance, but I'm just as happy to have a bro-tp as an otp. I also love anything by Brandon Sanderson, so if we've got some other fans out there, hit me up in the pm's.
Dislikes: This is less a dislike than a personal failing, but I tend to over-commit to too many stories, then not respond very quickly. You have been warned, I guess.
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Interested!
Probably interested, though I dunno about being a gm at some point...
Mason winked cheekily at the head counselor, then picked up his packet and walked blithely away, free hand snapping a rhythm as he made his way to a more shady area to read. It wasn't too terribly sunny, but even so, he was more comfortable in the shade. It was a shame that the camp had to happen in the summer, when the sun was fiercest...
Upon examining his packet, he realized that he was at a bit of a disadvantage compared to some of the other campers. While some had been coming to the camp for years, and knew plenty of people to clump up with. His packet told him who he should room with and have classes with, but that was no good if he couldn't put a face to the names.
He read over the packet once more, then decided that, by process of elimination, he should find one of the other boys, as only one of them didn't share a class or cabin with him. He checked outside first, but the only person he saw was so huge, he had to be a counselor. He shook his tawny head in frustration, scowling uncharacteristically. Why the hell did this have to be so hard?
Well. There was only one thing to do. He'd have to admit ignorance, and ask someone. The big fellow outside would have to do. With a deep breath, the gargoyle-shifter stepped into the sunlight. In his human form, it wouldn't physically harm him much, but it wasn't comfortable, even with his coat.
"Excuse me, big guy. Hate to interrupt your meditation or what-have-you, but you look like you might know your way around. I'm new here, see, and I figured I should ask a counselor such as yourself about who these folks on my sheet here are." He extended his free hand to shake, adding "I'm Mason, by the way. I'm looking for a Torok, Natalie, or Keegan. Do you know any of them?"
Upon examining his packet, he realized that he was at a bit of a disadvantage compared to some of the other campers. While some had been coming to the camp for years, and knew plenty of people to clump up with. His packet told him who he should room with and have classes with, but that was no good if he couldn't put a face to the names.
He read over the packet once more, then decided that, by process of elimination, he should find one of the other boys, as only one of them didn't share a class or cabin with him. He checked outside first, but the only person he saw was so huge, he had to be a counselor. He shook his tawny head in frustration, scowling uncharacteristically. Why the hell did this have to be so hard?
Well. There was only one thing to do. He'd have to admit ignorance, and ask someone. The big fellow outside would have to do. With a deep breath, the gargoyle-shifter stepped into the sunlight. In his human form, it wouldn't physically harm him much, but it wasn't comfortable, even with his coat.
"Excuse me, big guy. Hate to interrupt your meditation or what-have-you, but you look like you might know your way around. I'm new here, see, and I figured I should ask a counselor such as yourself about who these folks on my sheet here are." He extended his free hand to shake, adding "I'm Mason, by the way. I'm looking for a Torok, Natalie, or Keegan. Do you know any of them?"
No worries here!
Prince Crispin of Kent
Age: 19
Fun facts:
Loves dueling practice and horse riding as pastimes.
A bit naive, but well-trained in most of the necessary skills of a prince.
Hates the taste of alcohol, but drinks in social settings out of embarrassment.
Nervous about his impending marriage, but also a bit excited.
Baroness Sabina of House Felwent
Age: 37
Fun Facts:
Advisor in most Realm matters to the upcoming Queen, appointed by the current rulers.
Widow of a Lord who was known for his unfaithfulness.
Not easily fooled, and experienced in trickery.
Age: 19
Fun facts:
Loves dueling practice and horse riding as pastimes.
A bit naive, but well-trained in most of the necessary skills of a prince.
Hates the taste of alcohol, but drinks in social settings out of embarrassment.
Nervous about his impending marriage, but also a bit excited.
Baroness Sabina of House Felwent
Age: 37
Fun Facts:
Advisor in most Realm matters to the upcoming Queen, appointed by the current rulers.
Widow of a Lord who was known for his unfaithfulness.
Not easily fooled, and experienced in trickery.
@HushedWhispersAwesome! Thanks so much!
Actually, yeah. I'm having trouble finding a picture for the prince. I'm looking for something kind of youthful, ideally blond (though brown hair could be fine, too!)
This isn't really related to the story that much, but your gif for the princess is so cute!
Akono scowled slightly at being dismissed so brusquely, but said nothing to the half-elf. He was quite unused to being treated so dismissively, as his stature and resonant tone inspired awe in most. Even so, he was perfectly capable of putting up with such indignities if it brought him nearer to his goal. He'd put up with far, far worse in his day.
Shaking himself from his reverie, he turned to the man who had just introduced himself. A Necromancer, hmm? That was something you didn't run into in every tavern. Akono thought back to previous encounters, and in none could he remember having met anyone who claimed such a title. The closest thing he could think of was the shaman from his homeland, and from everything he'd heard of necromancers, the two classes were quite different.
Putting aside the man's choice of profession, he seemed open and forthright, both traits that Akono respected. In his view, it was a waste of time to beat around the bush and waste time with niceties. He was guilty of such conversational pleasantries himself on occasion, but appreciated a man who knew what he wanted.
With a snap decision made about the necromancer's character, Akono thrust forth one meaty hand to shake. "Akono Asim. Bondsman, bodyguard, mercenary. All-around thug and occasional philosopher. It looks as though we'll be working together on this matter." He thought for a moment, unsure as to how to proceed. "What drew you to the Elfman? I figure that's about the extent of what we're likely to have in common." He accented his last comment with a glance at Vladimir's clothing, which was a marked step nicer than his own.
Shaking himself from his reverie, he turned to the man who had just introduced himself. A Necromancer, hmm? That was something you didn't run into in every tavern. Akono thought back to previous encounters, and in none could he remember having met anyone who claimed such a title. The closest thing he could think of was the shaman from his homeland, and from everything he'd heard of necromancers, the two classes were quite different.
Putting aside the man's choice of profession, he seemed open and forthright, both traits that Akono respected. In his view, it was a waste of time to beat around the bush and waste time with niceties. He was guilty of such conversational pleasantries himself on occasion, but appreciated a man who knew what he wanted.
With a snap decision made about the necromancer's character, Akono thrust forth one meaty hand to shake. "Akono Asim. Bondsman, bodyguard, mercenary. All-around thug and occasional philosopher. It looks as though we'll be working together on this matter." He thought for a moment, unsure as to how to proceed. "What drew you to the Elfman? I figure that's about the extent of what we're likely to have in common." He accented his last comment with a glance at Vladimir's clothing, which was a marked step nicer than his own.
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