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Let's end the amnesia debate for now. The characters were accepted so the discussion doesn't really hold any importance. If you want to be in the group that is absent of amnesia we can have you trade teams. Not a big deal, especially this early on in the role play. Moving on I am at my laptop for a little bit and plan to read the posts and follow up with my own. I will edit this post if any new information needs to be shared before I do something.
So far these are the following profiles that I can tell are finished or at least complete enough to understand the character concept.
Since I have no talked with the Head GM as far as accepting characters I am not comfortable doing such at this time. That said from what I have read I am comfortable saying sheets with at least 350 words have strong foundation.
Rin – Faith Hope Charity
RolePlayerRoxas – Morgana
Clanjos – Mamgaw Facechewer
Dblade26 – Gorbash the Menace
Rocie – Caredian
Lucius Cypher – Malakaus Ralthavar Marchrosias & Yuga no. 107
Rune_Alchemist – Ameniritis
World Traveler – Arn
BlazeGamma – Merit
Ostarion – Theodyn Dunore
Closet Nerd – Trakel
Ryonara – The Chief Maid
RolePlayerRoxas – Morgana
Clanjos – Mamgaw Facechewer
Dblade26 – Gorbash the Menace
Rocie – Caredian
Lucius Cypher – Malakaus Ralthavar Marchrosias & Yuga no. 107
Rune_Alchemist – Ameniritis
World Traveler – Arn
BlazeGamma – Merit
Ostarion – Theodyn Dunore
Closet Nerd – Trakel
Ryonara – The Chief Maid
Since I have no talked with the Head GM as far as accepting characters I am not comfortable doing such at this time. That said from what I have read I am comfortable saying sheets with at least 350 words have strong foundation.
Age: 20
Race: Human
Job: Farmer (Former Ranger)
Skills & Abilities
Susceptible to magic items
Good with animals
Speaks Common / Elfen
Forgery
Navigating
Agriculture
Stealth
Good with animals
Speaks Common / Elfen
Forgery
Navigating
Agriculture
Stealth
Inventory
Scythe (Main Weapon)
Bow & Arrow
Seeds (Magical)
Seeds (Non-magical)
Adventure Kit
Bow & Arrow
Seeds (Magical)
Seeds (Non-magical)
Adventure Kit
Personality
Arn is interested in security and peaceful living. He is extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable while having well-developed powers of concentration. Supporting and promoting traditions and establishments is normal for him. Arn is well-organized and hard working while identifying goals and accomplishing them. He can usually accomplish any task once he has set his mind to it.
History
Arn was raised in a small farming village near a large wooded region. The community survived mostly on substance farming along with trading for goods with a nearby Elf tribe. The two races were well matched with each having respect for the others life choices. This created a lasting friendship that continues to this day. When Arn was born both his village and the Elf tribe held a banquet.
Arn was born into one of the council families which meant he was as close to as important as you could get without actually being such. Still it was decided that he, to bring the two communities even closer, would spend time studying with the Elf’s in a makeshift cultural exchange type program. It was here that he learned how to make, string, and draw a bow. He later grew to fall in love with the two worlds as a single life instead of two sides to a coin.
Several years ago a massive drought had devastating effects on the farming land as well as the forest. Arn was sent to help win the favor of nearby lords who might have the heart to give some grain and supplies to the village and forest. Unfortunately, due to many holding bigoted beliefs of Elfs, none would give any aid if it went to the forest tribe. So Arn lied and said it wouldn’t. When the local lords found out that half the supplies did indeed go to the forest tribe the village was set on by local thugs paid for by the local lords.
The harassment didn’t stop until Virnastia sent a delegation to clear up the mess. At a hearing Arn was elected to speak on behalf of the village and tribe. The lords were punished and the village and tribe were brought into the protection of Virnastia shortly after and told they would not have to worry about courting the lords favor for resources in the future. Since then the village has dedicated itself to helping Virnastia. The call for specialists who would be given a secret mission was heard by the village and tribe with Arn being elected as their representative.
Arn was born into one of the council families which meant he was as close to as important as you could get without actually being such. Still it was decided that he, to bring the two communities even closer, would spend time studying with the Elf’s in a makeshift cultural exchange type program. It was here that he learned how to make, string, and draw a bow. He later grew to fall in love with the two worlds as a single life instead of two sides to a coin.
Several years ago a massive drought had devastating effects on the farming land as well as the forest. Arn was sent to help win the favor of nearby lords who might have the heart to give some grain and supplies to the village and forest. Unfortunately, due to many holding bigoted beliefs of Elfs, none would give any aid if it went to the forest tribe. So Arn lied and said it wouldn’t. When the local lords found out that half the supplies did indeed go to the forest tribe the village was set on by local thugs paid for by the local lords.
The harassment didn’t stop until Virnastia sent a delegation to clear up the mess. At a hearing Arn was elected to speak on behalf of the village and tribe. The lords were punished and the village and tribe were brought into the protection of Virnastia shortly after and told they would not have to worry about courting the lords favor for resources in the future. Since then the village has dedicated itself to helping Virnastia. The call for specialists who would be given a secret mission was heard by the village and tribe with Arn being elected as their representative.
No worries. Communication is the start to any healthy relationship. Online friends or real life.
Sure. I will remember that for the future.
Hmmmmmmmmmm.... Thinking.... Thinking...... Thinking....
How about the intel she had on her target was really piss poor with only one specific point? Something like he has a tattoo on his ass and that is the only way she can conclusively ID the person shoe is suppose to contact. That way she will know that she needs to be close to Michael, but not until she sees the tattoo she doesn't know the target is Michael?
Actually wait is her target Michael? If that is the case then we might need a back story on that? The people who hired her think he is a cop or something like that perhaps?
How about the intel she had on her target was really piss poor with only one specific point? Something like he has a tattoo on his ass and that is the only way she can conclusively ID the person shoe is suppose to contact. That way she will know that she needs to be close to Michael, but not until she sees the tattoo she doesn't know the target is Michael?
Actually wait is her target Michael? If that is the case then we might need a back story on that? The people who hired her think he is a cop or something like that perhaps?
I am planning to play a character who is primarily a farmer and the first silly idea I had was to have my appearance picture be this.
This is honestly one of the best new original ideas I have seen in awhile. I really like it. I would also be happy to help as far as being a Co-GM. I usually don't volunteer or accept this position, but I am really good at getting a role play started so perhaps I could help with that aspect of the responsibility. Anyways I will likely be playing a character with some sort of unconventional weapon.
Now for some fun normal life banter! I am going to enjoy both of them thinking about why the other looks so ragged and whatnot. And the excuses! Plus the possiblity of some good old fashion funrama or fun drama as the English language calls it.
The conversation went like it always did with the thief claiming Robin Hood as her character witness. It wasn't that Jake didn't sympathize with the fight she was waging; however, he saw the shortsightedness of it as well as the danger. As much as he was about protecting people he saw how breaking the law opened the door to everyone breaking the law. In a land where law doesn't matter the one with money and power would always win. This thief didn't have either and that meant she was playing a losing game.
The sirens were a new gambit she was forcing in him as well. The sound along was nearly crippling as five cars within ten feet began screaming wolf to the world. Had he been wall crawling Jake was sure he would have lost his balance and fallen over from the sheer volume and tone of the whole situation. They also left him in what was now the most desired bit of territory in the whole city for the police. The chance to stop a high profile thief usually earned a beat cop a big promotion and more than a few extra dollars as a thank you or reward from the company.
Jake watched as the thief began to exit stage left. He deeply desired to follow her, but knew that if he did he would likely draw them both into some sort of obstacle course which would mean both of them would be spotted. More than anything Jake knew he couldn't be seen leaving the scene of a burglary. Especially one as high profile as this looked to be. The last thing he needed was another photo of him near a crime scene with ‘Criminal?’ as the headline. The more the people connected him to bad acts the further away from the good fight he would have to be.
The two left using their own methods which meant it was another loss for Jake. He wasn't one to keep count, but he wasn't happy being down three wins to five. He continued to web swing away from the diamond district until he was sure he was far enough away to not really cause a stir with any badges on patrol. All the same he figured it would be best to head home. Until MARY once again chimed in.
“Jake I just listened to a domestic assault situation over the police scanner. The nearest police force is over 15 minutes away due to the all hands call to the diamond district.” Her voice may never change, but Jake could swear he could hear concern sometimes. He figured it was just his own mind doing it. Either way he always swung faster afterwards.
The morning was the only true villain Jake had never found a way to win against. It always struck when he was at his weakest and had no vulnerable points. It rose above the city vigilante like an impending doomsday clock. The worst thing about this vile villainous fiend was that it never finished the job and just killed Jake. It would leave him sore, bloody, and bruised and yet it never took the kill shot. This morning was the same.
After the whole episode with the thief Jake seemed to need a distraction and the city welcomed the opportunity. Three brawls and more than a handful of muggings took their toll on the young man who was clearly sporting a body that had been worked over by a two by four. Still he finally got out of bed after hitting the snooze button three times and made his way to the shower. He cleaning himself as well as his tense body could and clothed himself slowly so he didn't hurt his ribs. One was easily fractured while the headache he was sporting might have been due to the kiss he had with the sidewalk.
He left his apartment and took the subway to school where he was welcomed with a wonderful sight. A calm campus with little to no stress inducers in sight. He had his messenger bag tossed over his left shoulder and his classic white t-shirt thankfully hid the bruise on his ribs. The tan cargo shorts completed the outfit and showed the world just how much the college student loved summer. The reason was one part the weather the other part what the weather brought.
Before he saw her he could see the other men’s heads turning. He could see it in their eyes and didn't even need the hint of clicking sandals to warn him what was about to come up alongside him. He could hear a comment here and there, but the most noticeable thing was the silence that seemed to follow a beauty like Amanda Kissinger. She walked right up to Jake and took a sip from her to-go coffee cup. “Morning Amanda.” Jake said with a sheepish smile. “Anything special happen on that date last night?”
The two chatted as they walked through campus. They had been friends for several years dating back to high school. The rumor mill would throw something out about the two of them dating or hooking up at a party. These were largely ignored by the two unless there was something especially wrong with the story. Though there was a time when Jake would have admitted that he had a crush on Amanda, even if it was her who had asked. Still that had ebbed away into a treasured friendship that others saw as something more.
Her outfit was to be admired as Jake's eyes went from north to south on her. He darted away in case the look went too long and returned to the conversation they were having. When they reached the Archaeology building where Jake spent nearly all his student time in. Friends would sometimes joke that when Archaeologist find Jake’s body it will be during an excavation of the Archaeology library.
The sirens were a new gambit she was forcing in him as well. The sound along was nearly crippling as five cars within ten feet began screaming wolf to the world. Had he been wall crawling Jake was sure he would have lost his balance and fallen over from the sheer volume and tone of the whole situation. They also left him in what was now the most desired bit of territory in the whole city for the police. The chance to stop a high profile thief usually earned a beat cop a big promotion and more than a few extra dollars as a thank you or reward from the company.
Jake watched as the thief began to exit stage left. He deeply desired to follow her, but knew that if he did he would likely draw them both into some sort of obstacle course which would mean both of them would be spotted. More than anything Jake knew he couldn't be seen leaving the scene of a burglary. Especially one as high profile as this looked to be. The last thing he needed was another photo of him near a crime scene with ‘Criminal?’ as the headline. The more the people connected him to bad acts the further away from the good fight he would have to be.
The two left using their own methods which meant it was another loss for Jake. He wasn't one to keep count, but he wasn't happy being down three wins to five. He continued to web swing away from the diamond district until he was sure he was far enough away to not really cause a stir with any badges on patrol. All the same he figured it would be best to head home. Until MARY once again chimed in.
“Jake I just listened to a domestic assault situation over the police scanner. The nearest police force is over 15 minutes away due to the all hands call to the diamond district.” Her voice may never change, but Jake could swear he could hear concern sometimes. He figured it was just his own mind doing it. Either way he always swung faster afterwards.
The morning was the only true villain Jake had never found a way to win against. It always struck when he was at his weakest and had no vulnerable points. It rose above the city vigilante like an impending doomsday clock. The worst thing about this vile villainous fiend was that it never finished the job and just killed Jake. It would leave him sore, bloody, and bruised and yet it never took the kill shot. This morning was the same.
After the whole episode with the thief Jake seemed to need a distraction and the city welcomed the opportunity. Three brawls and more than a handful of muggings took their toll on the young man who was clearly sporting a body that had been worked over by a two by four. Still he finally got out of bed after hitting the snooze button three times and made his way to the shower. He cleaning himself as well as his tense body could and clothed himself slowly so he didn't hurt his ribs. One was easily fractured while the headache he was sporting might have been due to the kiss he had with the sidewalk.
He left his apartment and took the subway to school where he was welcomed with a wonderful sight. A calm campus with little to no stress inducers in sight. He had his messenger bag tossed over his left shoulder and his classic white t-shirt thankfully hid the bruise on his ribs. The tan cargo shorts completed the outfit and showed the world just how much the college student loved summer. The reason was one part the weather the other part what the weather brought.
Before he saw her he could see the other men’s heads turning. He could see it in their eyes and didn't even need the hint of clicking sandals to warn him what was about to come up alongside him. He could hear a comment here and there, but the most noticeable thing was the silence that seemed to follow a beauty like Amanda Kissinger. She walked right up to Jake and took a sip from her to-go coffee cup. “Morning Amanda.” Jake said with a sheepish smile. “Anything special happen on that date last night?”
The two chatted as they walked through campus. They had been friends for several years dating back to high school. The rumor mill would throw something out about the two of them dating or hooking up at a party. These were largely ignored by the two unless there was something especially wrong with the story. Though there was a time when Jake would have admitted that he had a crush on Amanda, even if it was her who had asked. Still that had ebbed away into a treasured friendship that others saw as something more.
Her outfit was to be admired as Jake's eyes went from north to south on her. He darted away in case the look went too long and returned to the conversation they were having. When they reached the Archaeology building where Jake spent nearly all his student time in. Friends would sometimes joke that when Archaeologist find Jake’s body it will be during an excavation of the Archaeology library.
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