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Tybalt Capulet Member
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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. 4 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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6 yrs ago
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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@AngelofOctoberIf the team that goes in to the haunted house were to be in communication with the team that stays back, then there could be a slice of life bit (my preference, as it'd help establish characters), as well as a bit of story arc.
@BrokenWashingI believe that the team mom wants to explore it simply because it's there and looks interesting. My impression is that not everyone would be compelled to go.
Mason smiled charmingly at the girl. Her lingering handshake did not escape him in the least, nor did her appraising gaze, and her responded in turn. He was surprised, but not unhappy to discover that the girl was even more attractive at a close distance, with a lovely face and a figure to die for. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for finding someone both cute and friendly to ask for directions, in contrast with his gruff cabin-mate. "Tempest? That's quite a unique name. It's a pleasure to meet you. If I'm not overstepping my bounds, I'd love to bide my time with you two until we're told what to do."
He tugged on the lapels of his grey overcoat, trying to create some airflow beneath it. The garment was quite stylish, having been made specifically for his measurements, and was effective at keeping him protected from the sun, but it was also quite warm, and the summer day was only going to get warmer.
He was snapped from his thoughts by the childlike voice of Emilia. His first instinct was to smile warmly and make small talk with her, as he was new to the camp and didn't know enough to judge whether or not the tiny girl was an amiable individual. However, her petulant tone and demanding attitude put him on the defensive, and he frowned in irritation. "The last "counselor" I found ended up being my cabin-mate, so I'm afraid I'm not a good judge of who is and isn't on staff. And anyway, since Miss Tempest here has been to the camp before, I figure I'll get a more honest take than one of the staff members could give." He sized up the tiny girl, then added "It's only an attempt at flirting if it misses the mark. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous, kid." He chastised himself for talking down to her, but then, for the moment, he didn't see any reason to be respectful, if he himself wasn't going to be treated likewise.
He couldn't help but wonder what sort of creatures these two were. Neither was very monstrous-looking, though the smaller girl was a bit unnerving. Was it disrespectful to ask that sort of thing?
@Tenma Tendo@candlelitcraft
He tugged on the lapels of his grey overcoat, trying to create some airflow beneath it. The garment was quite stylish, having been made specifically for his measurements, and was effective at keeping him protected from the sun, but it was also quite warm, and the summer day was only going to get warmer.
He was snapped from his thoughts by the childlike voice of Emilia. His first instinct was to smile warmly and make small talk with her, as he was new to the camp and didn't know enough to judge whether or not the tiny girl was an amiable individual. However, her petulant tone and demanding attitude put him on the defensive, and he frowned in irritation. "The last "counselor" I found ended up being my cabin-mate, so I'm afraid I'm not a good judge of who is and isn't on staff. And anyway, since Miss Tempest here has been to the camp before, I figure I'll get a more honest take than one of the staff members could give." He sized up the tiny girl, then added "It's only an attempt at flirting if it misses the mark. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous, kid." He chastised himself for talking down to her, but then, for the moment, he didn't see any reason to be respectful, if he himself wasn't going to be treated likewise.
He couldn't help but wonder what sort of creatures these two were. Neither was very monstrous-looking, though the smaller girl was a bit unnerving. Was it disrespectful to ask that sort of thing?
@Tenma Tendo@candlelitcraft
@Aeonumbra
Alrighty then. Thanks anyway!
Alrighty then. Thanks anyway!
@Thread Generator SINCan do! Thanks, boss!
Akono smiled widely, clapping the smaller man on the shoulder in what was meant to be a friendly gesture, but was perhaps a bit too forceful. "The best melee... I like this title! Perhaps I should introduce myself this way, no?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself, making more out of the comment than in really deserved.
"I'll be honest with you, Necromancer. I wasn't sure about you when I saw you approaching. I don't think much of meddling with the dead. But then, you seem a decent sort of fellow. Perhaps it is a snap judgement, but I believe we will get on just fine. I'm a good deal less sure about the Elf-Man. He seems far, far too confident by my measure. Anyone as sure of himself as that man is either a fool, or dangerous. Or, in this case, perhaps both." The dark giant mused idly, his intent less to speak his mind about the de facto group leader, and more to gauge the Necromancer's opinion of the man, and to test how willing the slim magicworker was to speak openly and confide in a near-stranger.
"Here. Let me pay for a drink for you. Then, with ale in our stomachs, good cheer will come easily, I think. The pretentious Elf-Man may be more willing to put up with our presence if he believes we are getting on well." He waved for a mug of the tavern's home brew, then shook his head with a long-suffering look as he sent the buxom serving girl back to fetch a larger mug. She returned with an enormous flagon, better-suited to serving a table than one man. Akono smiled widely, a fearsome, yet cheery sight, and pushed a thick coin down the bar to her, adding "That should cover it, and whatever my friend here wants." He placed particular emphasis on the word "friend", punctuating it with another good-natured, if painful clap on the shoulder.
"I'll be honest with you, Necromancer. I wasn't sure about you when I saw you approaching. I don't think much of meddling with the dead. But then, you seem a decent sort of fellow. Perhaps it is a snap judgement, but I believe we will get on just fine. I'm a good deal less sure about the Elf-Man. He seems far, far too confident by my measure. Anyone as sure of himself as that man is either a fool, or dangerous. Or, in this case, perhaps both." The dark giant mused idly, his intent less to speak his mind about the de facto group leader, and more to gauge the Necromancer's opinion of the man, and to test how willing the slim magicworker was to speak openly and confide in a near-stranger.
"Here. Let me pay for a drink for you. Then, with ale in our stomachs, good cheer will come easily, I think. The pretentious Elf-Man may be more willing to put up with our presence if he believes we are getting on well." He waved for a mug of the tavern's home brew, then shook his head with a long-suffering look as he sent the buxom serving girl back to fetch a larger mug. She returned with an enormous flagon, better-suited to serving a table than one man. Akono smiled widely, a fearsome, yet cheery sight, and pushed a thick coin down the bar to her, adding "That should cover it, and whatever my friend here wants." He placed particular emphasis on the word "friend", punctuating it with another good-natured, if painful clap on the shoulder.
@Aeonumbra Should I post in the IC, and if so, would Lea reasonably be with the scav crew, or should I put him back at base?
PRINCE CRISPIN
Crispin's eyes lit up at the sight of his betrothed. Arranged marriages were a fact of life, and hardly expected to be agreeable to all parties; yet seeing the Princess of Navarre was a rare treat for the young Prince. He smiled widely at the sight of her, stepping free of the protective presence of his guardsmen to draw near to her. Every stretch between their meetings was far too long... he longed to be married, that such stretches might be banished to distant memory. At Lord Peter's comment, he grinned conspiratorially, and commented "I do believe she becomes more so at every encounter!"
Facing the Princess eagerly, he spoke. "My lady Emmanuelle! It has been far too long! I trust your journey was pleasant?" He closed the distance between them and lifted her hand to his lips, wishing he could do more, but recognizing quite acutely the necessity of propriety, especially in the presence of so many noblemen and women. He took a half-step back, looking his bride-to-be up and down and trying his best not to smile like a fool.
His smile faded like a leaf in fall at the mention of the King. "My father... is not well. The maesters of medicine have done all they can, and we pray that he improves, but it is in the hands of the gods at this point." He did his best to retrieve his positive expression, and said "But let us not dwell on such unfortunate subjects! My father would hardly wish to see your countenance downcast so." He spoke formally, royal training kicking in just in time to keep his composure balanced. His left hand fell to the pommel of his dress sword, and he straightened up just slightly, looking quite kingly, if a bit young.
"I fear that I have forgotten my manners in my joy at your arrival. Would you and your handmaidens care to join me for a midday meal in the banquet hall?" He lowered his voice and leaned in closer, so as to keep his words unheard by the nobles observing. "And then, perhaps, tea in my quarters?" He punctuated the statement with a quite-unkingly wink, hinting at his boyish nature belied by his more formal mannerisms.
BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT
Baroness Sabina stepped down from the carriage with a contented sigh, happy to have a chance to stretch her legs after the lengthy journey. She smiled at the interaction between the Prince and Princess. The two were clearly very much in love, and the sight brought back fond, if increasingly distant memories. These memories soured slightly once she caught sight of the man she'd known would be present, yet hoped might not be.
Peter. Lord Peter Medici. Schemer, court manipulator, puppetmaster... and for a glorious, passionate time, now nearly forgotten by other members of the court, her secret lover during the years of her now-deceased husband's unfaithfulness. This was the only man to have ever truly touched her heart so directly, and it pained her that looking upon him now was such a bittersweet experience. Even so... she couldn't allow old grudges to confuse her perception of the events before her. The Prince and Princess were together once more, and the wedding was growing nearer by the day.
Sabina nodded in acknowledgement of the Lord, but frowned slightly at how closely he stood to the Prince. It would not do for Medici to have such close counsel with the Prince, especially with how inexperienced in courtly intrigue the boy was. She would have to look out for the boy as well as the soon-to-be Queen.
Crispin's eyes lit up at the sight of his betrothed. Arranged marriages were a fact of life, and hardly expected to be agreeable to all parties; yet seeing the Princess of Navarre was a rare treat for the young Prince. He smiled widely at the sight of her, stepping free of the protective presence of his guardsmen to draw near to her. Every stretch between their meetings was far too long... he longed to be married, that such stretches might be banished to distant memory. At Lord Peter's comment, he grinned conspiratorially, and commented "I do believe she becomes more so at every encounter!"
Facing the Princess eagerly, he spoke. "My lady Emmanuelle! It has been far too long! I trust your journey was pleasant?" He closed the distance between them and lifted her hand to his lips, wishing he could do more, but recognizing quite acutely the necessity of propriety, especially in the presence of so many noblemen and women. He took a half-step back, looking his bride-to-be up and down and trying his best not to smile like a fool.
His smile faded like a leaf in fall at the mention of the King. "My father... is not well. The maesters of medicine have done all they can, and we pray that he improves, but it is in the hands of the gods at this point." He did his best to retrieve his positive expression, and said "But let us not dwell on such unfortunate subjects! My father would hardly wish to see your countenance downcast so." He spoke formally, royal training kicking in just in time to keep his composure balanced. His left hand fell to the pommel of his dress sword, and he straightened up just slightly, looking quite kingly, if a bit young.
"I fear that I have forgotten my manners in my joy at your arrival. Would you and your handmaidens care to join me for a midday meal in the banquet hall?" He lowered his voice and leaned in closer, so as to keep his words unheard by the nobles observing. "And then, perhaps, tea in my quarters?" He punctuated the statement with a quite-unkingly wink, hinting at his boyish nature belied by his more formal mannerisms.
BARONESS SABINA OF FELWENT
Baroness Sabina stepped down from the carriage with a contented sigh, happy to have a chance to stretch her legs after the lengthy journey. She smiled at the interaction between the Prince and Princess. The two were clearly very much in love, and the sight brought back fond, if increasingly distant memories. These memories soured slightly once she caught sight of the man she'd known would be present, yet hoped might not be.
Peter. Lord Peter Medici. Schemer, court manipulator, puppetmaster... and for a glorious, passionate time, now nearly forgotten by other members of the court, her secret lover during the years of her now-deceased husband's unfaithfulness. This was the only man to have ever truly touched her heart so directly, and it pained her that looking upon him now was such a bittersweet experience. Even so... she couldn't allow old grudges to confuse her perception of the events before her. The Prince and Princess were together once more, and the wedding was growing nearer by the day.
Sabina nodded in acknowledgement of the Lord, but frowned slightly at how closely he stood to the Prince. It would not do for Medici to have such close counsel with the Prince, especially with how inexperienced in courtly intrigue the boy was. She would have to look out for the boy as well as the soon-to-be Queen.
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