Yankee

Forsaken

Thought I'd throw down a WIP too, it's been fun reading everyone else's.
Shiva, if you spot a problem early please let me know!

WIP

Oops! Rewriting!

Forsaken

You're so considerate lmao

On that note, I'm planning on playing a fire genasi.

@Shiva

I was planning a fire genasi too! If our concepts are too similar I'll gladly change mine up though. I was thinking a male trail/wilderness guide (who hates his job).

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Slowed myself down

Forsaken (fantasy/western rp)

I am definitely in.

World of Light

Word Count: 466 (+1 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 8/20
Location: Ancestral Farmstead
Stress Level: 15

The battle raged on, and the various shouts and explosions from the other side of the hilltop really, really, really made the Ace Cadet want look over and check to make sure the squad battling the nasty space Thing were alright... but he was currently attached to the bucking Brachydios' back, and it was more important to focus on the task at hand right now than risk getting thrown off into a pile of slime or the waiting hands of the husked farmhands, or both. So far the hunter had managed to avoid serious injuries, getting away with minor scratches, scraps and burns, and he'd really like to keep it that way. An non-seriously injured Cadet meant a Cadet that could run around and fill in where he was needed - after this monster went down, that is.

Like he'd always do, Cadet stashed the larger sword behind his back in it's holster and drew his hunting knife - a thick, sharp blade that was designed to penetrate a monster's hide - and got to work stabbing away at the Brachydios. He hoped it would agitate the monster enough to focus on bucking him off, but unfortunately the monster seemed to be more focused on attacking those still on the ground. Great! Plan backfired. Not the first time of course, so instead of begin discouraged the Cadet instead kept a firm hold on the beast's back and stabbed into it with more vigor.

"Stupid. Brachydios. Pay. Attention. To. Me!" Cadet grunted between stabs. He felt the brute lurch, and from the corner of his eye he saw it's club-like tail separate from it's body. "Nice!"

His current companions seemed to be doing a number on it despite being kicked around themselves. He heard Geralt and the Courier on the ground taking out the small fry, and trusted them to do just that. On this side of the hill that left Euden, who the Cadet hoped would be getting his chance to shape shift soon. It didn't really help the kid that this enraged monster was more keen on attacking them than knocking the Cadet off it's back, but the red haired hunter wasn't about to stop his assault until the monster went down. Well, that was what he intended - but the sudden spark of gold that enveloped the hilltop and stretched across the sky caught Cadet's eye and gave him the briefest of pauses. It was beautiful, unexpected, and... unimportant! I need to bring this guy down, quick!

As the Ace Cadet raised his knife to stab at the Brachydios again, Euden himself fell onto the brute wyvern's back beside him. Cadet met Euden's eyes and gave the blonde boy a nod of acknowledgement before he shuffled up, reaching for the Brachydio's head in order to attack it there.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Belisendé
Daybreak | Fortress' South Side

Mission accomplished - well, sort of. Her arrow had indeed stopped the axeman from targeting any of her comrades, but he was still alive, and angry. Bel watched, slightly mortified, as the man ripped the arrow from his flesh and made a beeline for her. She didn't know if it was pure adrenaline that had the man running towards her with blood spilling from his open wound, or if the problem was her. Was her arm too weak, did the arrow not do as much damage as she'd thought? The girl sucked in a quick, steadying breath and silently urged the wild horse below her not to rush ahead to meet the man's charge. For what is was worth, Sunbeam seemed to heed her thoughts and didn't move save for stomping the ground in an attempt to intimidate everyone around. Not many would find a horse, even one Sunbeam's size, very scary - but a wyvern was another story. As Bel nocked and let fly another arrow at the brigand getting dangerously close to her, suddenly the heavy flap of wings announced Mors' and Branna's arrival. Bel had, maybe not so secretly, found the woman and her wyvern to be a little frightening, but the sight of them now relieved her instead. Their strength was nothing to scoff at, and if Bel's arrow didn't take the axe down then surely the wyvern's teeth would finish the job. That wasn't the only welcomed arrival however. A pure, healing light washed over Bel and she blinked as the wound she'd received earlier started to close up. Surprised, the pink-haired archer turned to see Wes casting his white magic beside her. "Wes, thank you!" Contrary to earlier when she'd split from the larger group, now that she was back in the thick of it with companions by her side, Bel's heart was lifted and her conviction grew stronger.

_________________________ Status: Alive Currently: Attacking Class: Squire EXP: 55 Inventory: Iron Bow (2/3) Vulnerary (3/3) Stats END: E STR: E MAG: D DEX: C (+2) SPD: D DEF: E RES: D LCK: C Supports N/A

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

As the group made to get into the plane, Taras merely nodded to the women as a way to acknowledge their greetings. Oscuro, an American, made up the other of the pair of women he'd be working with. Small, but dangerous - that was the kind of vibe Kiara gave off. That kind of aura could be appreciated by Taras, but unfortunately it seemed like she might be also be the talkative type similar to Cakebread Yonaka. Taras wasn't a man who would judge people on things they couldn't control, such as being unfortunate enough to be born in the United States or seeming to be of Japanese-descent despite a clear British accent, but he would happily, happily, judge enough on a first impression alone. Musical discussion was not something he wanted for a first impression, so as soon as Kiara entered the small plane Taras pushed in after her, cramming the three of them into the confining space and slammed the door after him.

...saying it was cramped was an understatement. Perhaps the two smaller women would have been fine, but with Taras inside as well there was barely room enough to breathe let alone stretch out. When the co-pilot mentioned the air would thin out, the bulky Russian man couldn't stop the small frustrated noise that escaped him. Cold, windy, cramped, and hard to breathe? What more could a man ask for?

<I'll make someone pay for this> Taras sighed under his breath in his native language. As the plane was just taking off, he already couldn't wait for it to touch down in France. It wasn't really the mission or his fellow agents that had him in such a sour mood - just that, there was a certain comfort level he preferred to travel in. It most definitely was not this. Once on the ground he'd get re-acquainted with, and hopefully not loathe, the women he was with and meet the agents already in the area, and he'd go about his mission as usual. Just... had to get through this awful flight first.

As Kiara and Chloe attempted conversation in the dismal conditions, Taras tried his best to settle in. He tucked his chin against his chest as he leaned as far back as possible, letting his eyes fall closed.

"Hope you are comfortable, ladies," he said, his deep voice dripped with the most professional tone of sarcasm, "I will take the pallet when we land. If you are dizzy do not bang anything, deal with it. Spokoynoy nochi."

His words left no room for argument, but even if the women tried to talk to Taras he'd be ignoring everyone and everything until they touched down. After that, with some breathing room, he'd be much more inclined to cooperate. For now, he used his experience sleeping in holes and trenches to block everything out and let his frustration melt away with rest before arrival in France.

Root River: A Wonderful Life!

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^{❀ Spring 1 • Year 1 ❀}
_{Location: Root River Clinic -> General Store}

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Overall, Xavier found Root River to be a sleepy little town. As a child, he'd had no lack of surprises and adventure both in and around the small settlement, but as the years passed and people moved away, the community quieted down and now the days were mostly peaceful. At least, that was the impression the young new owner of the Root River Clinic got since moving back to town recently. Although threatened, the current clean air of nature kept most of the residents in good health, and Xavier hadn't seen a lot of patients with major health concerns - mostly just minor cuts and scrapes, the occasional stomach bug, etc. No emergencies yet.

Which is why, when the clinic's phone rang in the early hours of the morning, Xavier laid in bed upstairs perplexed about what had woken him up. The constant, monotone briiiing briiiing briiiing didn't click with him at first, but once he finally processed the sound as the clinic's phone Xavier all but scrambled out of bed and stumbled his way downstairs. It seemed like the sun was just beginning to rise - no light came through the clinic's windows, which was all the better because Xavier, in his rush to answer, was dressed only in his sleeping shirt and boxers.

"Hello?!" the young man answered in a bit of a panic, snatching the phone from it's receiver, but all he was met with was an even dial tone. Missed call.

He set the phone back down, and as Xavier was about to fiddle with the buttons to call whoever it was back, the blinking red light of a new message! came to life. The not-yet-a-doctor wasted no time in listening to said message just in case someone needed help immediately. Why else would they be calling at such an early hour? ...of course, after hearing the words left behind by the Mayor, that didn't seem to be the case. It was simultaneously frustrating and relieving. With all the panic suddenly gone from his system, Xavier's body was instead flooded with sleepiness. He sighed and briefly rubbed his eyes with one hand. Back to bed... or not. It was a special day after all, might as well stay up and get ready for it.

The rest of Xavier's early morning thankfully passed in peace. He groomed and dressed himself before heading outside to the yard behind the clinic he currently called home. There, a large rabbit hutch sat with three well looked after bunnies inside.

"Good morning girls," Xavier greeted to the rabbits softly, cleaning the hutch and giving the fluffy creatures their breakfast. As the rabbits munched away, Xavier took the time to watch the rest of the sunrise of the first day of the year. There was a slight chill in the air, both the last grips of Winter and the mysterious "Rot" that sullied the attitudes of the residents, but even so it was a time of happiness and hope! Clinging to that notion, the young apothecary went back inside to finish up the rest of his morning routine.

One small breakfast later (and the realization that his fridge and pantry were getting dangerously close to barren), the phone rang once again. This time on the other end was Xavier's father, a pleasant surprise.

"Morning Xavier! Happy New Year!"

"You too Dad! Hope you and Mom are doing okay."

"We're fine, don't worry about us. How's it going in Root River? You know I saw on the TV that BigCo.--"

"I've been fine," Xavier interrupted, not really keen to discuss the potential town leveling on the first day of the year. "I even got a call from Mayor Yuletree already, about the New Year's Picnic. I completely forgot about it - actually, I'm kind of surprised it still happens."

"Oh, yeah, those were always fun, huh? ...wait, Yuletree? Not the same Mayor since I was a kid, right? I swear there was even a 'Mayor Yuletree' when your grandfather used to tell me stories about when he was a kid."

"Um... Maybe? Anyway, it's been nice to hear from you, but--"

"Wait, you remember you have to bring something to the Mayor's place, right? It's like a potluck."

"He made that very clear," Xavier laughed. Indeed, he'd need a trip to the local market to restock not only his own home with food, but figure something out to bring to the picnic. The Price men exchanged a few more words before signing off, and after that it was out the door for Xavier.

First thing's first: what should he bring to the picnic? The young man considered that question as he hung a sign on the clinic reading "Out for the holiday. Need medical attention or advice? I'll be in town, please come see me. - Xavier Price." and made a beeline for the general store. He hadn't gone to a 'New Year's Picnic' since he was a kid, so he had no clue what would be nice to bring. Something to appease the Mayor, sure, but also enough to share with everyone. Xavier dabbled in cooking every now and then, it was fun and... cathartic, in a sense, but he wasn't particularly amazing at it. Not only that but he wasn't exactly making bank at the clinic. Lack of business combined with his general aversion to charging a lot for care, and his loan payments, meant Xavier was living on a strict budget. Well, it doesn't really bother me, he thought, just means I need to get kind of creative... maybe... something apple-y?

With "apple-y" on the mind, Xavier arrived at the town market and went in.

ꇙ ꒤ ꋊ ꋪ ꒤ ꋊ ꋊ ꏂ ꋪ ꇙ

I'm here, too. Just sorta chilling for the moment, I'm imagining that Adam will sort of turn up at a convenient and poignant but unobtrusive and uninvasive moment. Just need things to move forward a *little* more while I figure out how he's been living for the past couple weeks without any money since I forgot to give him any.

@Bazmund

Medical treatment in return for food, room and board? I sympathize with you though, I always forget to give my characters starting money!

Yankee's Characters: Past & Present

Reorganizing. . .