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13 days ago
Midsummer Eve tomorrow... Time to go stock up on soda at the store. BRB:
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All hail our Lord and Savior! ... THE EASTER BUNNY!!
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Am I the only one who hates electronic ID and all that it has brought? Maybe I'm just an old kermudgeon...
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I am my own, greatest enemy! ... But you're a close second
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4 mos ago
Caught a cold
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  • I don't use social media, discord or google docs.
  • I suffer from Retinitis Pigmentosa and use a text-reading software to get through other peoples' posts.
  • I'm rude, short-tempered and unserious. I'll likely say things that'll upset, offend, annoy and/or infuriate you.
  • I make dumb jokes, have dark humor and enjoy beating the dead horse with a stick.
  • I'm a hopeless, unabashed and unapologetic perv. I like my lewd.
  • I consider roleplaying a hobby and a pass-time, not art.
  • I do anime-roleplay and only anime-roleplay.
  • If you've never roleplayed with me earlier or never spoken to me through a topic before, please don't send me PMs.

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Good to hear, Duoya.
Good work, OwO. I enjoyed how formal and professional-like your little bookworm is trying to be about the whole situation, very cute.

Unfortunately for me,t oday is Sunday - aka, the day when cleaning has to be done. Going to spend the majority of the day vaccuuming, dishrag-wiping, toilet-scrubbing and other fun activities that either involve chemicals or a lot of bending over But I will try to respond to any IC posts, as well as try to get the last NPC sheet up, but no promises.

I'd also like to remind Vertigo that this is your last day to post - well, technically you have half of tomorrow before I get home from work too - to post something in the IC, or face the inescapable consequences. :<

On an unrelated topic; I had a weird dream the other day, where all the teeth I've had fillings or root-canaled suddenly started falling out of my mouth... It was very disturbing.
And there we go, Chylvie Mithral joins the family.
I have a feeling she's going to be the most hated and least desirable person to interact with. xD
Going to take a little break for now, but hopefully I should be able to finish up the last NPC either later this evening or tomorrow. And then our Familia will be complete, huzzah~
Personal Information:

Name: Chylvie Mithral
Alias: Bladedancer, Chilly, Vanity Princess, Gloomy Elf, Miss Shameless
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf

Appearance:
Chylvie Mithral is a young dark elf, and as per usual with elves in general, she is very physically attractive. Lean, slender and well-sculpted limbs, with just the right amoutn of muscalture to not look either waifish nor ripped. She has an ample bosom, peach-shaped posterior, supple thighs and a slim, flat and taut waist and abdomen. Her skin is a lustrous caramel color and her hair, which is naturally white, has been dyed a radiant golden color, is tied into a long ponytail while a pair of sidelocks fall down the sides of her face, framing it nicely along with her bangs. Her eyes are fierce and focsed, with a light red tincture to them.

Her voice is soft and calm, but also a bit cold. her facial expression is usually sullen, disapproving or outright expressionless. Her body-language is very dismissive and hostile, usually having her arms folded, or on her hips while standing fully straight. That said, when she walks, she rolls her hips and almost seem to be gliding. As for Chylvie's attire... It's very minimalistic. She wears an armored, blue jacket with golden trim on her torso - which exposes almost her entire midsection, cleavage and leaves her midriff completely exposed. The back of the outfit is armored with light plates though, some of which wrap around her waist, protecting her sides. It also has a very high collar which is kept buttoned up always, hiding her neck and throat.

Her lower body isn't much better. A pair of thighhigh armored leggings are attached with garter-straps to what looks like a swimsuit or bikini-bottom - though she typically wears a very short, blue skirt when going out on the town. Apart from this, she wearws a pair of ankle-high, brown boots on her feet and a pair of armored gloves on her hands.

Height: 5'4" / 163 cm
Weight: 112 lb / 51 kg
Eye color: Light red
Hair color: Dyed Blonde, originally white

Personality:
Chylvie is a ... Difficult... Person, in many ways. As with all elves, she is extremely adverse to physical contact, unless it's with someone she knows very well, or has incredible trust in. She is few-worded, sharp-tongued, easily irritated, prone to holding grudges, harsh and severe, seemingly cold and often hard to approach. Her eyes and way of speaking makes it difficult for all but the brave or ignorant to try and hold a conversation with her, and her penchant for solitude often causes her to leave mid-way through a casual chat due to losing interest, or not wanting to take part in it anymore. Most people view her as unfriendly, cranky, gloomy and unpleasant.

And they're not wrong. She is all that. Chylvie suffers from Porcupine-syndrom, in that trying to get close to her will cause you to get prickked and stung. Only the most persistent and patient people can ever actually manage to get close to her, and the effort might not be worth the reward. For in addition to her above faults, this dark elf is also incredibly aware of her own beauty, and as such is quite vain. She spends a great deal of time making sure her appearance is up thhere in the beauty-rankings and she can be somewhat narcissisti. That being said, she doesn't believe herself to be the most beautiful or attractive woman alive, she can acknowledge others' attractiveness as well - she just considers her to be up there in the higher clique of pretty people.

Despite all these rather off-putting traits, Chylvie has a few, very few, select, redeeming qualities. Foe one, if you're in her Familia, it doesn't matter if she likes you or not on a personal level, she will defend you to death no matter what. If you're willing to put in the effort to try, she will always be willing to help, believing motivation and effort should be rewarded regardless of the outcome. She is also strangely enough, very considerate of peoples' feelings when they're down in the dumps or need a shoulder to lean on, knowing when to leave someone alone or wen to offer them a chest to cry into. Though she only shows this side extremely rarely, and only if she herself believes that what the person in question is going through is actually worth being angry or sad over.

She handles alcohol very poorly and will fall asleep after ingesting very low quantities of it. She will forcefully apprehend any female Familia-member who hasn't given their appearance a once-over before heading out, and proceed to personally groom and polish them up before releasing them. She does not get along with braggarts or those who look down on people weaker than themselves. She also has a strong dislike for Werewolves and Weretigers, due to childhood trauma.

With all this being said, Chylvie is not entirely humorless though. She can find jokes and jests amsing, she just isn't the type to laugh loudly and energetically, rather letting out a slight, quiet chuckle with her mouth briefly smiling.

Likes: Kindness, Effort, Humility, Praise, Mead, Fashion, Pretty girls, Handsome men, Stargazing, Moonlit walks, Peace and quiet
Dislikes: Being touched, Ugly people, Bragging, Oppression, Bullies, Mockery, Werewolves, Weretigers, Insults, Forced politeness
Hobbies: Trying on various outfits, Inspecting self in mirror, Beauty-care, Fashion, Shopping, Nighttime walks, Forcefully grooming Tiramis the Slob

Background:
Chylvie grew up in a village far away from Orario. She doesn't speak much about it, nearly nothing at all actually. But from what Lady Athena could pry out of her, it seems she lived a quiet life until some bandits, who were roaming werewolves and weretigers, showed up and attacked her home. Her father was slain, her mother kidnapped and she was left for dead since the attackers couldn't find her. They apparently torched most of the buildings after they left and the entire ordeal was nothing short of misery incarnate.

She somehow managed to survive though, and eventually made it to Orario. She joined a small Familia and began visiting the dungeon. Eventually however, some of her fellow Familia members got into an argument with members of a much larger Familia. Arguments led to physical violence which led to a War Game. Obviously, the smaller and weaker Familia she was a part of couldn't stand against the might of a much larger one, and they were subsequently defeated - with the God of her Familia being forced to leave Orario and disband his Familia. It didn't help that some of the oposing Familia's members were a group of werewolves, who mocked and verbally insulted the weaker, defeated Familia further. Although most of her fellow Familia members went on to join new Familia, or even the Familia that had beatent hem, Chylvie refused tod o either.

She bitterly remained alone, refusing to accept that just because someone wasn't as strong or numerous, they were deserving of being pushed around and made fun of. She eventually heard of the misfortune that had befallen Athena and her Familia, and sought them out. Once arriving at their door, and seeing the miserable state of the Goddess, the survivors and those taking care of them, the dark elf felt an immediate connection with these people. They were clinging on, even after a horrible tragedy, even though others either didn't care or even sneered at their misfortune. She vowed then and there, to herself, that no matter what, she would keep these people from suffering what her old Familia had.

Since Athena wasn't in her right mind after the events, Chylvie's joining was a bit unorthodox. She didn't need to go through the trial like the other members had - but once Grent told her about it, she decided to complete it on her own, regardless of whetever Athena had administered it or not. She did complete it though, and her dedication and silent support of the Familia was one of the supporting pillars that helped the Goddess recover - eventually.

Wallet: 50,000 Valis

Parameters & Skills:

Level: 2
Achieved Floor: 18
Class: Adventurer
Affiliation: Athena Familia

Equipment:
- Armored, Light-plated revealing jacket
- Light-plated Thighhigh leg-armor
- Quality Dark Elf Scimitar
- Adventurer's Ankle-boots
- 2x Low-Quality Magic Daggers (Lightning-element)

Stats:
•Strength: E
•Endurance: E
•Dexterity: B
•Agility: B
•Magic: D

Basic Skills:
- Mind Load (Increases power stat when attacking by using mind. Active trigger)

Development Skills:
- Abnormal Resistance: I

Spells:
- Aero Xiphos: A medium-length chant that summons seven, aerial blades of magic air, which are launched at an enemy by aiming the left arm in the desired direction. The blades are very sharp and cause small, magical explosions upon imact with tough, solid material like walls, floor or ceiling.
Leela better guard her tush, 'less she wants to feel calloused, rough-skinned smithy palm on her posterior whenever she walks by. :P

I'm now currently debating about the character I was unsurue about. I have two images that I really like, but I can only choose one... It's a real head-scratcher, but I'll solve it. Or flip a coin if I can't decide, whatever works.

On a different note, might hafta do a collab-post with OwO though, to catch Dahlia up with Leela in regards to timeline. Torran's fine, because he's busy somewhere in the northern parts of town. :P
Speaking of which, I just finished Brozar Fjordstone's sheet. Why don't you head on over and read it? ;)
That was fun, I enjoyed it. :)
Nothing needs adjusting, other than Leela either having misheard or misremembered, since the prostitute had suggested she go to the Guild, not a Familia. But given her penchant for not paying much attention, I don't see a need to edit that. Who knows, she might just mistake the Guild House for a Familia's Home... xD

Gonna work on NPCs all day today, unless Duoya and OWO post as well, in which case I'll also need to do IC-stuff. :P
Personal Information:

Name: Brozar Fjordstone
Alias: Thunderclap, Beard-face, Pervy Dwarf, Uncle Greed
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf

Appearance:
Brozar sports the typical, unimaginative appearance of a male dwarf. His face is bearded, his shoulders are wide, his body is stocky and his voice is gruff. He has a bit more color to his skin than most dwarves though, likely due to the outdoor-forge at Warrior's Rest. When not in the Dungeon, he dresses rather plainly and unremarkably; Wearing a sleeveless brown vest, reddish pants and his fur-lined boots.

When working the forge, Brozar dons a tan work-shirt, black thick pants and a brown apron. He also pulls down the goggles on his over his eyes. Speaking of which, he wears a pair of plain-looking, but nontheless enchanted, goggles atop his head at seemingly all times - even when he's asleep. Though some might joke and call him fat, Brozar is actually extremely fit and muscular, it's just that his short stature makes him very compact and broad-looking.

Height: 5' / 151 cm
Weight: 176 lb / 80 kg
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Wheat

Personality:
Brozar is a good-natured, open-minded and life-loving individual. He enjoys having fun and being in merry company, as well as talking to and making new acquaintances. He's big on feasts and drink, and loves listening to peoples' tales or songs - if they're good at it. There's nothing that kills the mood as quickly as som tone-deaf drunk tying to pass themselves of as a muse or bard... While he enjoys most food and drink, he doesn't like the taste of most green vegetables, though he is fine with other colored fruits and greens, he claims that they have a strange taste.

The dwarf also loves smithing and forging, spending a great deal of his time on it. He is however completely disconcerned with ideas such as being the best or most recognized smith, rather, he smiths and makes things because he finds it enjoyable. He has no interest in other peoples' work other than to appreciate, or scorn, it for what it is. this non-competetive streak extends to all manner of things in Brozar's life though, and as such he's an extremely gracious loser and a very generous and affable winner. Life isn't about winning or losing, it's about enjoying whatever it is you do - so the dwarf says at least.

He does however have his flaws like anyone though. For one, he is a terrible morning-person and will be rude, in a foul mood and unattentive for the first hour or so after he wakes up. Secondly, even if it's his own Familia, Brozar does nothing for free - other then very small things like sharpening a blade or patching a hole in some armor, if you want his steel, you pay the man's fee. He's also somewhat lecherous, often attempting to squeeze a feel on any pretty lady's tush, if the opportunity presents itself - even if said action gets him a face-full-of-fist.

Finally, while Brozar enjoys smithing,h is real passion is actually making jewellery and accessories. He absolutely loves working with precious metals and gems, and can be almost unreachable when he goes into a focused state of mind where all his attention is devoted to gem-cutting, fitting and pattern-weaving. The dwarf sells most of what he makes at the Free Market, making him one of the wealthier members of the Athena Familia.

Likes: Precious metals, Gems, Good singers, Good music, Hospitality, Womens butts,Smell of burning wood
Dislikes: Shoddy workmanship, Wasting materials, Rude people, Arrogance, Green vegetabes, Sweets, Mens butts
Hobbies: Making accessories, Gem-cutting, Visiting taverns, Discussing metalwork, Belching contests

Background:
Brozar was born to a clan that lived outside of Orario in some mountains. He spent his early life helping his family with various chores and minor tasks, until he was old enough to start being an apprentice at his father's forge. As expected of a son to a blacksmith, the boy had fire and iron in his veins and showed a natural profiency for the craft. However, making shovels and pickaxes day in and day out wasn't exactly fun or exciting, just monotone and dull.

That changed however, when a band of travllers from the great city in the distance came passing through. They all had such finely crafted items with them that Brozar couldn't help but pester them about their weapons, armor and especially their finely crafted accessories. The travellers didn't mind so much though, and told the young dwarf all about the city of Orario, about the Familia and the Dungeon there. Eyes sparkling with child-like wonder, the dwarf went to speak to his father - a conservative man who believed in tradtions. Needless to say, the latter was none to keen on letting his boy run off to some big city when he was the future of the family - well, save for his two younger brothers and young sister...

Brozar begrudgingly accepted his father decision though, for a while at least. Though after some more time had passed, the repetition of the daily labor became so mindnumbingly dull that the dwarf almost let out a raging roar of boredom. Instead however, he opted to challenge his father. If he could prove he was a better smith than the man who had taught him everything he knew, then his talents were wasted on a small village like this. Conversely, if he couldn't out-do his papa, he was to stay quiet and work hard at the village for the rest of his days. And so, the contest was on!

Brozar outright crushed his father in every single category, mortally wounding the older dwarf's confidence and ego. With the deal struck, Brozar said goodbye to his family and set out for Orario. Once arriving, he at once joined the Hephaestus Familia and got to work in their splendid facilities... However, something was always bugging the dwarf about his new enviroment. The smiths here all seemed more interested in outshining each other and being the most sought-after provider of items. Sure, being skilled wasn't bad and having customers were important - but that wasn't what the dwarf was after. He just wanted to make fine things like the gear and items those travllers that came to his village had worn. When the other members of his Familia heard this, they either berated him, laughed at his naivety or began to bully and belittle his "lack of drive".

After half a year of this, Brozar got fed up. He confrotned the Goddess of the Smithing Familia and engaged in a heated discussion. Eventually, the dwarf's stubborness prevailed and Hephaestus released him from her Familia. After which, he wandered Orario for a few weeks, doing nothing but living on the earnings he had made previously. Eventually though, a certain Chienthrope overheard the dwarf talking to some others at a tavern, about his home, his dreams and his experience with his old Familia. Offering the dwarf a more relaxed and appreciative home, Grent invited Brozar to Warrior's Rest.

This was back before the events of six years ago, so Athena was still her usual self at the time. She gave the dwarf the trial, and he passed with flying colors, being acknowledged and accepted. Brozar was then astonished as Athena had a forge installed in the backyard of tge Familia's Home, just for him. She stated that it was a Goddess duty to provide for her children, regardless of what path they walked. The dwarf is said to have cried buckets of joy, though he adamantly rebukes this part of the story to this day. Since then, Brozar Fjordstone has been a stalwart, dedicated and loyal member of the Familia and loves it, and his Goddess, more than he will ever admit.

Wallet: 175,040 Valis

Parameters & Skills:

Level: 3
Achieved Floor: 20
Class: Smith
Affiliation: Athena Familia

Equipment:
- Quality Fur-lined Leather Armor
- Perception Goggles (Enchanted gear)
- Dwarven Battle Hammer
- Quality Fur-lined Soft-leather Boots

Stats:
•Strength: C
•Endurance: C
•Dexterity: F
•Agility: G
•Magic: H

Basic Skills:
- None

Development Skills:
- Abnormal Resistance: H
- Strong Defense: I
- Blacksmith: H

Spells:
- Stone Prison: A medium-length chant that causes a hand-like formation of stone to sprout from the ground below the target and clutch at them, immobilizing them if caught. Holding them in place for a period of time before crumbling apart once the effect wears off, or the target is slain.
Don't say stuff like that! If you've busted both your shoulder AND gotten sick, chances are you might break your toe, or get mauled by a raccoon, or get run over by an elderly alzheimer's patient in a wheel-chair...! D:

But yes, I hope you get well soon too, and junk! Otherwise I'm gonna hafta make Ayame the victim of unspeakable tribulations! >:O

Today we said goodbye to our Store Manager. She's switching to a different job, one that pays better. There was home-made lasgna, cake, chocolate cookies, popcorn, all the things! ... Well, for everyone 'cept me, 'cuz nobody told me we were having any of that, so I had my lunch-break right before the big get-together. So while 85% of my co-workers were snacking and eating goodies, I was busy running around in the store on mostly my own... Yup, love my workplace.

On a more related topic though, I'll be working on another NPC sheet today. Should hopefully be able to finish up before the day's over. I've pretty much got all the NPCs, their genders, race and classes sorted out - except for one. But that's a ways off anywho, so no worries.

Oh, and OwO, I forgot to PM you about it buuuut... You had a sizeable breakfast with Dahlia, so you're gonna hafta shell out some Valis to cover them expenses, eyup. ^.-

EDIT:
Brozar is still a work-in-progress. I'll be adding the remaining bits of him shortly. I just got a headache while working on him and decided that rather than save him in some document, I'd just post what I'd gotten done and fill in the rest later.
Possible reasons for not being accepted into a Familia:

1. You're not already an adventurer, as such you're "leveless" and "weak".
2. You're too low level.
3. You look weak, scrawny, unfit, cowardly, like Bell Cranel, timid, overweight, etc.
4. You're too scandalous (some modest/prude Familia don't like the whole, 80% exposed skin-deal)
5. You look poor. Nobody wants beggars in their house, mooching on your resources.
6. The Familia are purists and don't accept [race] or people from [region].
7. You need to pay [sum] to become a member, like a membership fee.
8. The Familia doesn't go to the dungeon and has no need for combatants.
9. The Familia doesn't recruit, they only scout members. So unless you're chosen, you can't join.
10. Your assets are too large and making the God/dess, Captain or other important members of the Familia distracted/jealous.

There's a few reasons, off the top of my head, that I can think of.
Yes, I hope they recover soon.
As for myself, I had a feeling it wouldn't go so well, but I wasn't expecting it to be as bad as it was... Oh well, can't change that, so I'll just have to hope things go better at the clinic.

Yes, yes it would. I would be much amused to see Leela waltz up to a major Familia's door, announce her triumphant arrival, only to be tossed out on her supple, bubble butt into the streets again - for whatever reason. :P
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