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Post by Happy on Aug 20, 2017 16:23:03 GMT -5
Happy to provide it. XD Banter's a highly necessary part of every DnD campaign group after all. Have to have a sense of humour about it haha.
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 20, 2017 16:27:33 GMT -5
Ye! Without the humor, what is a campaign? 😝
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Post by Happy on Aug 20, 2017 16:32:18 GMT -5
Sad, dreary, and way too serious. >_< So yeah, feel free to tease and fluster the jackal. XD He'll eventually grow out of it, but until then, there's at least a fun interaction we can have planned!
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 21:58:16 GMT -5
|| Nike Amastacia || Female || 20 || Wood Elf (Cursed) || Chaotic Neutral || || Blood Hunter || Order of the Ghostslayer || Nike is a taller girl, standing at around 5’11. Her skin is olive colored, and looks soft to the touch. Her build is a bit sturdier, with plenty of muscle covering her body. She doesn’t look like a bodybuilder though, more athletic. She somehow manages to hide most of her strength in her slimmer and leaner body. She takes a lot of pride in how she keeps herself strong without looking like all she does is lift weights. Her hair is black and straight, falling just past her shoulders. She keeps her bangs tied to the side with golden cloth. The cloth wraps almost all the way to the ends of her hair, leaving it looking almost like two lion tails framing her face. There are blue feathers tied to the ends of her bangs. The bands have blue feathers hanging off them. Her eyes are the strange part, with her having Heterochromia. Her right eye is sapphire blue, while the left is pure gold. The only things they share are the fact that they glow in the dark and their slit pupils. Nike was cursed to be an irate god’s new Sphinx. She has lion ears on top of her head and a tail with a black tuft on the end of it. She also has a large pair of wings on her back with snow white feathers. She’s also got retractable claws on her fingers, and two overly sharp canines in the top of her mouth. They peek out, making her look even more threatening. She also has many tattoos on her body. The first are whisker marks tattooed on her cheeks, three each. She then has the right Eye of Horus on her right shoulder, and the left Eye of Horus on her left shoulder. She also has paws on the backs of her hands and tops of her feet. She then has a large ankh on her back, with her wings being in the circle on the top. Finally, starting at her hips, streams of sand swirl down her legs to end on her ankles. All of her tattoos except for the sand are colored black. The sand is colored the same gold as her left eye. She has some scars on her body as well. There’s one on the upper left part of her lip, a large one on her back mostly covered by the tattoo, then several claw marks on both of her forearms. She wears a cream colored, wrap top that goes around her neck, crosses over her chest like an x, and ties around her back under her wings. She then wears a cream skirt with a strap on the back for her tail. It’s loose enough to allow for free movement, but it doesn’t show anything she doesn’t want. The hem starts at her mid thigh on the left side, then goes down to a little past her knee on the right side. She wears skin tight, dark brown short shorts under it, just in case someone looks up while she’s flying. She doesn’t wear shoes. Instead, she walks around barefoot. The bottom of her feet are tough from being barefooted on hot sand for most of her life. People ask if she has paw pads all the time, and she never gives them a straight answer. Nike also wears quite a bit of golden jewelry. She wears a winged sun disk necklace with a golden chain. She also wears small, ankh earrings. She then has bands on her biceps just below the tattoos. On her wrists and ankles are circlets that aren’t big enough to fall off, but enough to be loose. She has three golden bands on her tail near the base, and a blue feather tied around the tuft. She then has several gold chains wrapped around her waist with one draping down her left leg past the hem of her skirt. Nike tore apart studded leather armor and had it sewn into her top and skirt. She wears the shoulder pads like normal, and then has some covering her knees and shins a bit. She still benefits from the armor, but not in the traditional way. Also, strapped to her hip, she has her quiver on the right, holster for the crossbow on the back, and scabbard on the left. Nike is, to put it rather bluntly, not exactly the nicest girl. Combine a sharp tongue with a bit of an ego problem, and you’ve got an individual who has little nice to say about anyone - no matter who they are or what they’re doing. While a tough person to approach, Nike does share some similarity to a rose, though one with quite a few extra thorns thrown in there. To her friends, a select group that she chooses, she’s unfailingly loyal. They can also expect her to be fairly nice, and they’ve certainly got some pretty hefty backup if anyone tries to mess with them. What all can expect though, whether she cares for them or not, is quite a heavy amount of teasing and flirting. It’s solely for her own benefit though, as the likelihood of it leading to something real is about the same as Nike giving up her love for combat and kicking tail to pursue a pacifistic approach to life, coupled with a vow of poverty. In short, she’s a flirt with an ego and a caustic tongue, but one who’s pretty good to her friends - however few she chooses to have. Nike didn’t have a great childhood. Her father was an adventurer, and a successful one at that. He’d made enough money to make his family quite comfortable. But like every adventurer, he needed just one more adventure. That last one to leave it all on a high note. Sadly, this adventure ruined the life of his future daughter. He killed a Gynosphinx in its lair, thinking it was guarding some special treasure. Instead, it was a worthless piece of junk. A piece of junk that belonged to a god. Said god was not happy about this adventurer had done. There had been no reason to kill the Sphinx, so he told the adventurer he would have his Sphinx. Little did the man know, his wife went into labor at that moment and gave birth to a monster. That monster, was Nike. She grew up pampered, but not in a good way. Money couldn’t fix all the hatred and disgust she received from the elves that lived in her home town. Her father didn’t make things any better, becoming a drunk and blaming Nike for everything bad that happened to him. So with the money she had, she began to research a darker path. A path of vengeance and power. When she was old enough, she struck out to perfect this path. Said path was that of a Blood Hunter. She was going to make the god that did this to her pay. She became an adventurer, like her much hated father, knowing that eventually she would come across this god. And when she did, she would show him what he had created. || ScorchR ||
|| Nike || Blood Hunter/Order of the Ghostslayer || Level 1 || AC 16 || || Scimitar, Hand Crossbow, Hip Quiver, Studded Leather Armor, Explorer’s Pack (Bedroll, mess kit, water skin, tinderbox, torches, 50 ft. of rope) ||
Ability Scores Strength: 12 / +1 Dexterity: 19 / +4 Constitution: 14 / +2 Intelligence: 11 / 0 Wisdom: 17 / +3 Charisma: 4 / -3
Skills Darkvision Fey Ancestry (Resistant to charming, cannot be magically put to sleep) Trance Mask of the Wild (Easier to hide in natural phenomena) Hunter’s Bane Crimson Rite: Rite of the Storm Gynosphinx Curse Speaks Common, Elvish, Sphinx, and Celestial
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 21:58:31 GMT -5
That's one. Finally. Now for my other one.
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 22:20:44 GMT -5
|| Cyprus Lepida || Male || 25 || Male || True Neutral || || Fighter || Gunslinger || Cyprus is a tall and skinny guy. He stands at around 6', with a pretty compact build. He has muscles, and he's pretty strong, but it doesn't really show on him. He keeps his hair styled as longer on the top of his head and shaved down on the sides of his head. The hair on the top of his head is about an inch long and spiked up, while on the side it is barely long enough to be felt. The color of his hair is gray. His eyes are a sharp yellow, like a hawk. The thing is, only one of his eyes is really like that. The left one to be exact. His right eye is a pure white orb. He also has a large, jagged scar over the eyeball. It goes from his forehead to his cheek. He wears an eye patch over it to hide it. The eye patch is a darker navy color. The actual patch has a silver outline and a silver symbol on it. The symbol is a hollow crescent moon with a solid circle in the center of the moon. There are also solid crescent moons on either side of the circle pointing out towards the tips of the hollow crescent. It also looks a lot like a C. His outfit is rather simple. He wears a hooded, white shirt with long sleeves he usually keeps rolled up to his elbows. Whenever he wants to be alone, he pulls the hood up. Over that, he wears normal leather armor. Except for the fact it’s dyed blue. He didn’t ask for it to be colored that way, it was a gift. He wears slightly loose pants colored the same navy as his armor, with patches of armor sewn into them. He also has a black belt with several pouches on it. On his feet are heavy, black boots. Cyprus isn't someone a person goes to for emotions. In fact, if you want a complete lack of them, he's your man. He's almost completely emotionless. He doesn't smile, he doesn't frown. he doesn't really do anything. He barely even reacts to events around him. There are rare moments where he'll show the slightest hint of a smile, or the tiniest furrowing of the brow, but otherwise he's just a blank slate to people. He's a very relaxed person sometimes, depending on the company he’s keeping at the time. Luckily he's very smart, so he still has his words. A lot of them. He tends to express how he feels through what he says. He definitely knows how to be sarcastic. He even prefers to talk instead of fight, but he'll fight if he can't talk. If you want a nice, or at least intelligent, conversation, he's the guy. Cyprus has been haunted by monsters for most of his life. He lived in a place that was constantly on the alert for monsters, but the town had a well armed garrison to protect it. Until one day, the local noble grew tired of the relaxed nature of the residents, and pulled most of the garrison out. Suddenly without protection, monsters were successful in invading the town. Most the place was overrun in minutes, but some houses were able to build some makeshift defenses in hopes of lasting until help arrived. Help did arrive, but far too late. Cyprus was one of three surviving children in the village. One of his father’s old friends was among the party that entered the town to dispose of the monsters, and was the one that found him among his dead parents. This man was an elf named Theos Spathi. He took Cyprus in and raised him, turned him into a fine young man. Theos was a pioneer in new weapons, creating things called guns. He dedicated himself to teaching Cyprus how to fight with them, and eventually make them. But again, monsters struck. In the town where Theos lived, another monster struck. As one of the defenders, Theos went out to stop it. Cyprus, even after being told to stay put, couldn’t fight the need to help and followed. What he saw almost broke him. Many of the defenders lay defeated, with those remaining in retreat. Among the fallen was Theos. Cyprus wanted to mourn the fall of his second father, but there was no time. Instead, using the anger from his loss, he picked up Theos’s pair of pistols and began to fight. He led a renewed charge as he bravely - or stupidly - ran through the thinning ranks of warriors to face this monster head on. After a brutal fight, the monster laid slain by Cyprus. A lucky shot had gone through the eye and into its brain. However, both pistols were left beyond repair, and Cyprus had lost one of his eyes. Then of course there was the myriad of other wounds all over his body. However, that didn’t stop the town from praising him as a hero. Even the other warriors held him above as a symbol of bravery and strength. After recovering, and attending the funeral of his second father, he was showered with gifts. Including the armor he wears today. Sadly, he hasn’t figured out how to fix the guns he used, and instead carries them wherever he goes. He protected the town for years after with only a bow, which he used with impeccable aim, even with only one eye. After a while, he left to hunt monsters outside of this town, which had quite the guard after everything he’d done. It was time to protect everyone else from the monsters that had taken everything from him. So no one else had to live a life of loss like he had. || ScorchR ||
|| Cyprus || Fighter/Gunslinger || Level 1 || AC 15 || || Longbow, Quiver, Rapier, Leather Armor, Tinker’s Kit, Broken Pistol, Explorer’s Pack (Bedroll, mess kit, water skin, tinderbox, torches, 50 ft. of rope) ||
Ability Scores Strength: 13 / +1 Dexterity: 18 / +4 Constitution: 11 / 0 Intelligence: 15 / +2 Wisdom: 16 / +3 Charisma: 6 / -2
Skills Fighting Style: Archery Second Wind Speaks Common and Elvish
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 22:21:01 GMT -5
And there is the other one. Alright. What do you guys think?
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Post by Happy on Aug 20, 2017 22:30:10 GMT -5
I like them Scorch! Should really be incredibly enjoyable to have these six get to interacting. XD If I'm not assuming too much, I figure your blood hunter is totally going to torture my wizard due to his fear of girls based on her personality, right? XD
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 22:37:05 GMT -5
You know it. XD Though she isn't going to focus on one person forever. She wants to give everyone a chance after all. XD
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Post by Happy on Aug 20, 2017 22:41:12 GMT -5
Of course. XD Nike'll definitely be quite the fun sphinx to deal with. XD
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 20, 2017 22:41:16 GMT -5
Ooo I'll read up on them soon!
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 20, 2017 22:48:39 GMT -5
Ohohohoho they're gonna be fun to interact with 😝😝
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 20, 2017 22:51:01 GMT -5
I also just realized Maryden is paired with Nike ohhhh my god what a pair
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 23:06:54 GMT -5
Thanks! This is going to be a lot of fun.
We should probably figure out how Maryden and Nike become a traveling pair. XD Since a cursed Sphinx woman might be slightly odd company to fall in with.
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 20, 2017 23:21:08 GMT -5
Yeee, we should :0 Idk if Nike would have a thing for bars, but Maryden could see her walk in and, since she's never seen a anything like Nike before, write a song about her? So she decides to humor her for a bit, but they end up teaming up ? :0
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 23:38:42 GMT -5
She probably would. Drink some of her feelings away. She could run into Maryden, then kind of just invites her along after she's one of the only people to not be disgusted by her?
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 20, 2017 23:41:53 GMT -5
Ye that could work! Despite her not having much charisma, Maryden would still appreciate her silver tongue 😝
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 23:43:18 GMT -5
She knows how to charm, she just isn't very good at it. XD But yeah! After that, Maryden could hang around and they keep going on jobs together.
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 20, 2017 23:52:08 GMT -5
ye! they'd be very unorthodox bounty buddies ahahah
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 20, 2017 23:57:22 GMT -5
Very much so. XD Should be fun though!
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 21, 2017 0:12:08 GMT -5
absolutely! i can't wait to get this thing off the ground c:
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 21, 2017 0:13:42 GMT -5
I agree! I'll work on organizing everything for the rp page.
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 21, 2017 0:18:06 GMT -5
Awesome!
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 21, 2017 0:35:13 GMT -5
I'm testing a way to do the forms. Could you check them on the front page please?
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 21, 2017 0:36:33 GMT -5
Ooh that works really well!
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 21, 2017 0:43:37 GMT -5
Alright awesome! I'll keep using that then.
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 21, 2017 1:18:31 GMT -5
Hey Pike, quick question, how much would you put per post? Like for a normal rp post? Just double checking.
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 21, 2017 9:29:24 GMT -5
It really depends on what my partner puts. I can provide an example if you need c:
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Post by ScorchR on Aug 21, 2017 13:15:50 GMT -5
Could you please? Just gauging where all of us are at in terms of replies.
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Post by ☼ pike trickfoot ☼ on Aug 21, 2017 13:49:23 GMT -5
so there's an example from an old rp of one of the longer posts. you don't have to read it lmao, but there's an idea of the length As the two separated to search for new partners, Ephraim managed to give the woman another word of thanks. She simply gave him a wave of her hand as she turned to meet with another maiden. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for his friend. Luckily, he was able to spot him among a small group of couples dancing in unison. He was seeing a different side of Arnett, one that wasn't shouting obscenities and making off-color jabs. And while he wasn't too familiar with it, he had seen it before. He had this way with people; something about him seemed to rally them together. It was quite an uplifting sight, especially in the ballroom. Ephraim eventually found another woman waiting to dance nearby. They engaged in some idle chit-chat; he pretended not to notice Arnett giving him wickedly sly (and childish) looks. He inwardly dreaded the times the dance required them to sway past each other. He could feel the heat creep up into his face; the woman averted her gaze slightly, feigning naïveté. But when they passed again (after mentally preparing himself for another embarrassing quip), Arnett's tone had sobered up a bit. His eyes shifted around the hall, rather than directly locking with Ephraim's. "There's a lot more of us here than I expected. Shouldn't they all be eating?" Ephraim raised a brow - he hadn't even noticed the amount of fellow Red Swords that had amassed. Granted, they were discreetly spread apart to prevent suspicion from the more common folk, but this amount was still quite concerning. Not to mention the very reason they would all need to be in the hall. What was going on? His dance partner noticed him tense up. His knightly instincts had kicked in. "Keep your guard up," He murmured to Arnett as they crossed once more. "All eyes on the royal family."
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