UraharaSteph

Working Hard & Hardly Working (Office Comedy RP)

Robin was certain that Eliza couldn't take her eyes off of him; who could blame her? Robin subconsciously ran his fingers through his hair and had a smug smirk sat on his lips. He gave the others a toothy grin and went to slap Richard on the back. “Yeah, I'm coming. Got to make sure you don't get a heart-attack on the way up there, old timer!” Was that a distasteful joke? He thought. Worried about his first impression on the older man, he took a few skips towards Dennis and the stairs.

“I'm Robin Miller, my father owns a restaurant; Lord of the Wings, you've probably heard of it.” He glanced at the others, ready for them to be mind-blowing-ly impressed. “This isn't my first job, but I'm excited for the new challenges and opportunities this place will give. Lookin' forward to getting to know my new co-workers as well.” As he spoke he tried to get ahead of Dennis on the stairs, as though it was a show of dominance.

The Truth Revealed (Working Title)

@Rune_Alchemist Ha, I love the concept of Lia. Marissa is a very calm, reserved and friendly person (what I have plotted in my head anyway, it's subject to change I guess! :P) but I imagine her being very unsettled by an undead elf! She wouldn't know what to do.

Like in @Polaris North scenarios where Lia has an arm severed, Marissa would be like;

"Oh dear! I'll stop the blood! Cauterize the wound! I have some powerful painkillers- E-e-e-e-eh?! you're just... stitching... the limb... back on... O-oh... That's, um, different." *Backs away slowly.* 'She's stuff of my nightmares...'

The Truth Revealed (Working Title)

Really loving the variety of characters we've got so far!!!

Working Hard & Hardly Working (Office Comedy RP)

Robin stared at his iPhone still in mild shock. He was stood in his tiny kitchen wearing only a tight pair of boxers and a bit of stubble on his chin. He subconsciously scratched his crotch as he continued to stare at the time. “Well damn, someone actually hired me... fuc-” He dropped his phone onto an oven-glove as he dashed around to make himself presentable.

One shave, shower and poop later, he emerged from his bathroom as a dashing young man in a black suit, white shirt and red tie (That wasn't tied very well and didn't hug his collar but rather hung loosely). He filled up a flask of delicious black coffee and picked up his keys, wallet and phone. He glanced at the time.

“SHIIIIIIIII-” He squealed as he rushed out of his apartment and headed to work. He was probably going to get there at 9:59, but maybe he'll get lucky.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@The Fated Fallen I've been lurking hoping someone would post their CS first but no-one has, so I'm thinking I may have to take that bullet :P!

The Truth Revealed (Working Title)

@Polaris North I usually go for human or half-elf ;P It's what I feel comfortable playing, but this time I decided to give something else a try. Nothing wrong with being human though!

Neverending Tale (Game)

Shout down commands through the hole such as 'Boop them on the noggin' and 'Kick them so hard their eggs get kicked back into their mother.'

The Truth Revealed (Working Title)

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NAME

Marissa Fennix

RACE

Vulpinia

AGE

24

CLASS

Healer

EQUIPMENT

1 tribal pendant
1 concealed dagger(Right sleeve)
1 potion crafting kit
assorted herbs and ingredients

BACKSTORY

Backstory

Marissa was the odd one out of her family from the day she was born. Pale skin and light hair caused the family of red-heads and brunettes to assume that she was an albino. They took the new baby to their resident Shaman, who concluded that she had inherited the vulpes zerda genes that her father carried. Content that they didn't have to abandon or drown the new infant, they gave her the name 'Marissa', a rather human-sounding name for a unique Vulpinian.

As Marissa grew older, she showed no interest in being a ranger or scout like the rest of her family. Since she had 3 older brothers who were natural hunters and scouts, her father (Tiptoe Fennix), was happy enough to let Marissa pursue her own dreams and fantasies.

Her mother (Swift Fennix) taught Marissa about the herbs and medicines of the forest. How to check for serious wounds or illnesses, stop a wound from bleeding excessively and prevent infection from taking hold. It was useful information that Marissa practised on her brothers regularly since they often came back from the forest with scrapes and the odd rash from a poisonous plant.

Besides that, it turned out that Marissa had more to her than just being able to mix medicines and bandage a scratch. At the age of 7, she began to have vicious night terrors. She would wake in the middle of the night screaming fighting off phantoms. Tiptoe and Swift tried everything they could to calm her down and wake her from the nightmares. They took her back to the Shaman who said that these nightmares were a sign. That's all the Shaman said. Just a vague answer that offered no closure or even a direction on where to take things next.

Marissa decided to take matters into her own hands. If the nightmares were signs, then what exactly did they mean? By the age of 10, she had started to ask the Shaman about interoperating dreams, which led to the topic of Oneiromancy. That caught Marissa's attention and she tried to gather all the information she could about the magic. There was more to it than just figuring out what dreams meant...

Once she had exhausted her Tribe's resources on Oneiromancy and healing, Marissa wanted to leave her tribe in pursuit of more knowledge. At this point, she had turned 14. Her mother hated the idea of her precious, only daughter leaving the tribe, especially at an age where she was maturing physically; worried that slavers would capture her. The pair of them argued very often about the idea of Marissa leaving the tribe. Once she turned 15, her father stepped into the debate and said that he thought it would be good for her to learn more about her dreams. (She was still having night terrors, but they had gotten better with age.) He said that the only places she was going to acquire more resources were outside; beyond the forest and that other families let their youngens explore past the forest. Swift eventually, begrudgingly agreed to the journey but on the insistence that she left with a strong companion and that Marissa would write often.

So Marissa began to travel with a scruffy Vulpinian named Badger. (It was a nickname he had picked up.) She got along with him very well. He was a good listener but not a very good talker. As the years went by, Marissa had learned how to stop her nightmares from being night terrors; she learnt how to read them and subdue them. She could give herself sweeter dreams and even help others who suffered from night terrors. Of course, she never forgot her medicines and herbs; as she travelled, she explored and discovered all sorts of flora she had never heard of before! She studied under various Healers depending on what town she was in, watching and comparing how each of them treated different injuries or symptoms. She always welcomed advice and eventually was able to give advice back, spreading different medicines and techniques.

It was at the age of 22 that Marissa and Badger finally came to the Free States, home of the Mages Guild. Feeling immediately at home, Marissa dived straight into her work and found joy in helping wanna-be adventures. She sold potions or patched up guild members after a mission.

A year later, Badger had left on a quick quest to gather very specific herbs and ingredients for Marissa. He never returned. Unable to fight off an attack by herself if she went searching for him, Marissa spent her coins on a contract with the Adventurer's Guild hoping a party woule be able to track Badger down. She tried to gather information on her own in the meantime but could not get any leads. It could have been anything that took or killed him; bandits, slavers, animals etc. Frustrated that the searches were bearing no fruit and with her coin-purse depleting quickly as she resorted to paying under the table for extra adventurers, Marissa now wants to find a group or at least another person she can join with to explore the shadier parts of the realm in hopes that Badger IS still alive and CAN be saved. She just needs to practice oneiromancy a little more and then maybe...

Well, hello there!

@Polaris North@ArenaSnow Thank you for the welcomes! ^_^

@WildCard Thank you for the welcome and in regards to table-top and LARP, they are both a lot of fun! I was extremely nervous at first; truth be told I only joined LARP because I fancied one of the guys who ran the sessions ;)

After getting past the weird looks I got for dressing up as fantasy characters, or jogging around with nerf guns, it was really enjoyable and way more immersive than I first thought!

I never had any problems with table-top but LARP I had troubles when I became an exec member because a lot of people turned out to be very petty and took the game too seriously. It was dealing with squabbles for hours on end in my free time that put me off LARP, but the hobby as a whole is great fun! Just don't do it every week like I did :P (It was a university LARP society of about 30 people. Would you believe out of 30 people we only ever got 5 people who volunteered to monster at the sessions -_-)

Words Are Oxygen [Hardcore]

@PrivateVentures Oh yeah, if there were many or even more than a handful of artists, then they wouldn't be able to make as much money off of it ;P So only the truly devoted to the arts would pursue that, unless someone REALLY wanted riches above their own life, which I doubt many would.