Vashonn

.:Luna Sea Insane Asylum:. [always accepting new patients.]

The fluorescent lights flickered on-off, on-off, over and over above the twin-sized bed, continuously fighting for life until, finally, all effort was lost, and the room dimmed. Jakob rose suddenly, the little light that seeped through his thin window illuminating the room in a cool blue, white tiles on the floor cracked and broken here and there. He knew that they were out in the hall, probably fiddling with whatever object they could reach. Jack stared at the door for several moments, contemplating to himself about whatever had been on his mind earlier. Finally, he grabbed at the keys that were carefully laid beneath his mattress, and opened the door, a slight amount of surprise recognizing that it hadn't been locked from the outside.

Jack looked left, then right, then saw Roseanne sitting on the counter of where the nurses would have been working behind, but weren't today. Further down the hall, Joseph was playing hopscotch with himself on the tiles, merrily skipping about as he clicked, one foot, click, another, all the way to where Jack and Roseanne were. Joseph tugged a bit at Roseanne's blouse, pulling her down and over to Jack, where they quietly stood for a moment. Jack rose his free hand, stopped, then ruffled the imaginary boy's hair. A small giggle escaped Roseanne's tiny mouth, and they walked together down the hall. With each step, the keys by Jack's side jangled in only the slightest, the sound bouncing off around down the hallway, filling the silence with a distinct, sharp, ching, ching. Where were they going? Nowhere, in particular, but Jack recalled a nurse saying a good while ago that there were supposedly gardens here, and gardens seemed a bit more interesting than a small, cold room where the only thing one could do is lay and sleep.

Roseanne
Joseph
Jack

The World of Lasgoul

Ah, the dreaded 'intro post'. How I despise it so - setting the very mood for a character that will dictate every aspect of player interaction hence-forth. Bother and befuddle, I promise I shall introduce the mighty Abet Drakethorn of Boulderthane before tomorrow is over!

.:Luna Sea Insane Asylum:. [always accepting new patients.]

@Grifter I'll have Jack's intro post up tomorrow - intros always take soooo loooong for me :P

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Upon being tossed, Geoffrey turned a bit in the air to ensure that he landed as best he could on his hind end. He found himself then upon the floor, his outfit mildly soiled with the stains of cooked fowl and ale, which had most likely been thrown from the other end of the table. It was no matter to him now, as he rose to his feet, brushing the crumbs from his legs and shoulders, motioning to another servant to bring him some more wine. The immediate shock of being thrown from a table had sobered him up a bit more than he had liked, and he began drinking from a new glass just as Lord Grimm let his word be heard.

After the lord had finished his announcement, Geoffrey took note of the nobleman he had jumped upon, and how he had thrown a fierce look at him, to which the young man replied with a tip of his glass. Though he knew fully well that he was in deeper trouble now than he had ever been, Geoffrey still pressed at the Onyxian's nerves as best as he could, knowing that so long as he acted the victor, he could probably pull off the notion that he was. The Onyxians didn't need to know that this lone man was in for a good whipping and beating, let alone a few well placed words - no, what the Onyxians needed to know was that the Confederates were going to play rough, and win.

Geoffrey finished what remained in his glass and placed it upon a tray that the closest servant was holding, walking back to where he had sat only to grab at his chair and walk in a wide arc away from his superiors down to the end of the table where Kehah sat. He figured that he might as well place himself in as well of company as he could, knowing that it was probably going to be the last good meal he would have in a while, if his officers had anything to say about it. He slid in finally between Kehah and the dark elf in green and adjusted his sleeves a bit, as if to make himself look a bit more presentable, before smiling gingerly at both Kehah and Lady Grimm.

"I do hope I'm not interrupting anything? It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your excellency," Geoffrey nodded his head in respect, making little note of the show that he had just provoked.

@AnaSilan Sunja @IceHeart

The World of Lasgoul

@BlackFlag buddy, welcome to Roleplayer Guild. It's slow here - it's supposed to be. The point of most of what we do is taking time with our posts and having large, intricate bullshittery that everyone can gawk at for a couple of minutes before they begin on their own post, lol

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Name:Abet Drakethorn of Boulderthane

Race: Dwarf
Age: 84
Experience: Thirty-four years of mercenary work, exploring, and training for his eventual battle with a dragon

Weapons:

Warhammer of Drakethorn

This warhammer carries with it a Rune of Naghoth, the great hero of Boulderthane, who had slain several young drakes upon the retreat from the Great Chasm. His descendants are known as the Drakethorns, each one of them having been sent out once during their lives to slay a drake past the Frontier. Abet himself earned this warhammer from his grandfather, who had placed the rune upon the great stone several hundred years ago, by setting out on his journey for the upcoming dragon battle that he, himself, must fulfill. The rune casts upon the receiving end of the hammer, besides a few broken ribs, a great chill of cryomancy that freezes the enemy down to the bone.

Armor: Steel nasal helm, boots, and chainmail, leather gauntlets
Other items: Carries amulet of Aznathin (an image of an eye) and amulet of Roderick (a cross-marked shield) on a chain worn around his neck, pack filled with various tomes, scrolls, linen clothes, and waterskin
Magical Ability: Journeyman Mage - Major in Abjuration, minor in Runesmithing

Alignment: Chaotic Good
Religion: Worshiper of Gronmir Dwarfmaker, patron of Aznathin and Roderick
Creed: "Oi, friend, 'ow 'bout after these sorry lads taste me hammer, we go grab us a pint?"

History: Descended from a long line of arcane dragon-slayers, Abet has a lot to live up to. The Boulderthane clan is an offshoot of the Dragonsbane, a family of smiths, runesmiths, and battlemages. Abet's father, and his father's father, and his father before him, all the way up to Naghoth Drakethorn were great warriors who have defeated many a dragon among them. This legacy flows through their blood just as much as booze fills their bellies, making the men of this house the kind of folk you'd want to buy a drink for and have behind you in a fight.

Abet himself grew up a true brute of a dwarf, always one to pick fights with the others, but only when they hurt him or his friends. He spent much of his youth pledging an oath to the god Aznathin for wisdom and god Roderick for companionship, and hopes to join the great halls of Gronmir Dwarfmaker upon his death. He trained vigorously to hone his craft of wizardry, so rare a thing for dwarves, and became quite proficient in the school of Abjuration, casting up great shields of mana to protect him from spell and sword alike. Upon setting out to begin his journey into manhood at the age of fifty (dwarves consider maturity to occur later, due to their long lives), he has made the trek back to his home in the halls of Boulderthane each winter to hone his craft with runesmithing, which he is learning at an incredibly fast rate.

For thirty-four years Abet has traveled across the New World, learning of the folk and aiding those in need, and has even sailed to the Old World a couple of times, to speak with the old clans and visit the Gronmir Mountains. He has most recently been hired on as a soldier for Gladios Magnus, the resurrected leader of the People's Conglomerate.

The World of Lasgoul

I'm assuming those of us who have already been accepted can go ahead and put our characters in the Character tab?

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

@King Tai 652

.:Luna Sea Insane Asylum:. [always accepting new patients.]

Full Name: Jakob Alfred Crenshaw

Nickname: Jack

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 105lbs

Physical appearance

Mental Illnesses:
-Attention deficit disorder
-Avoidant personality disorder
-Hallucinogen persisting perception disorder
-Asperger syndrome

Abilities: Can see and talk to spirits, can create psychic shields and walls

Minor Abilities: Illusion resistance, eidetic (photographic) memory

Reason for admittance into Luna Sea Asylum: Severe panic attacks, lashes out at people when having psychotic episode

Biography: Jakob was born with Asperger syndrome, which hindered his growth socially due to his inability to communicate adequately with the other children. He had a strange tendency to collect keys and carry them around with him, which he picked up from a very young age. Jack, as his mother would call him, spent most of his time at home, stuck in his room, playing by himself until his mid-teen years. Until that point, he was actually rather normal for a youth with Aspergers. Until just recently, he started coming down with traumatizing psychotic episodes where he would harm those around him. His mother sent the boy away to Luna Sea, not knowing of the horrors occurring there.

Extras: Jack has a two imaginary friends, named Joseph and Roseanne. They are both little children (about 6), but only exist in Jack's head.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

@King Tai 650