blackmagicjack1
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Kalamos
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If you mean you'd like to play female chars, we usually advise new players against that, and stick with chars from their own same gender.
But if other users are ok with it, and its implications in the cybering aspect of the game, that's no real prob with that.
Beiseker1
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Impressive, the scale i mean. I hosted few such games, played some, but in Poland it would be impossible to gather so many players. ten was a success. I hope you won't mind me joining in.
I hope my English is on a decent level, I haven't used it quite a while.
Of course I'm opened to suggestions on a character.
Name: Artarus son of August
Age: 86
Gender: male
Race: elf
Description: Visibly young, but already bulkier than average elf, and taller than human, with slim face, and shoulder long, dark blond hair, cut with a stone knife. Wearing fur, and skins, having only primitive bow, spear, and a handful of self made items in his possession. Knowing the basics of the etiquette, but with the reflexes of the barbarian. For a first glance most people would not believe that blood of proud, older race runs in his veins, but the details betray the truth quite quickly, revealing the combination of natural dignity, and learned wildness.
Bio: The story starts with Arturus grandfather Torus. No one speaks about his crime, nor in his native Althwyran, nor in the family, but memory of the older race runs deep. He and those of his blood were banished, from the land two hundred years ago. Now his burial fire burned out, and his grandson Artarus, born in the wild North, starts a journey to visit places he should call home from birth. Hoping that death in the exile was enough of a punishment.
Paths, and trails passed slowly giving him the time to reminisce life left behind. Simple, savage, repetitive, concentrated on finding warmth, and food, with only few family members to speak to. Picturing his future, meeting someone new for a first time, seeing places known only from the stories, really learning about the world, and most of all, finding a truth about why his life had to look like this.
First contact with civilized world was a shock, everything was exiting, somewhat scary, but he tried not to show how new it is to him. But seeing a women behaving like mad while touched lightly made him ask what is happening, mesmerized by this sight.
Misc. Info: Artus have very weak innate magic abilities, setting dry grass on fire, or moving a plate is about it.
I hope my English is on a decent level, I haven't used it quite a while.
Of course I'm opened to suggestions on a character.
Name: Artarus son of August
Age: 86
Gender: male
Race: elf
Description: Visibly young, but already bulkier than average elf, and taller than human, with slim face, and shoulder long, dark blond hair, cut with a stone knife. Wearing fur, and skins, having only primitive bow, spear, and a handful of self made items in his possession. Knowing the basics of the etiquette, but with the reflexes of the barbarian. For a first glance most people would not believe that blood of proud, older race runs in his veins, but the details betray the truth quite quickly, revealing the combination of natural dignity, and learned wildness.
Bio: The story starts with Arturus grandfather Torus. No one speaks about his crime, nor in his native Althwyran, nor in the family, but memory of the older race runs deep. He and those of his blood were banished, from the land two hundred years ago. Now his burial fire burned out, and his grandson Artarus, born in the wild North, starts a journey to visit places he should call home from birth. Hoping that death in the exile was enough of a punishment.
Paths, and trails passed slowly giving him the time to reminisce life left behind. Simple, savage, repetitive, concentrated on finding warmth, and food, with only few family members to speak to. Picturing his future, meeting someone new for a first time, seeing places known only from the stories, really learning about the world, and most of all, finding a truth about why his life had to look like this.
First contact with civilized world was a shock, everything was exiting, somewhat scary, but he tried not to show how new it is to him. But seeing a women behaving like mad while touched lightly made him ask what is happening, mesmerized by this sight.
Misc. Info: Artus have very weak innate magic abilities, setting dry grass on fire, or moving a plate is about it.
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Zander✝️♈️
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Name: Ashley
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: human
Description: 5'6" has blue eyes, blonde long hair, blue tank top with a red jacket, shorts and flip flops, non because she never fights, she just stays in the towns working there.
Bio: She was a small towns girl, before she wanted to stay, she wanted to help fight things, but once her parents was about to die they said to her, "don't be like us, live a life here." As they said that they died, she had to start getting a job at the age of 10 and kept working in that town ever since.
Misc. Info: Before her parents go out, they would always wake up Ashley by tickling her, she loves being tickled or giving tickles.
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Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: human
Description: 5'6" has blue eyes, blonde long hair, blue tank top with a red jacket, shorts and flip flops, non because she never fights, she just stays in the towns working there.
Bio: She was a small towns girl, before she wanted to stay, she wanted to help fight things, but once her parents was about to die they said to her, "don't be like us, live a life here." As they said that they died, she had to start getting a job at the age of 10 and kept working in that town ever since.
Misc. Info: Before her parents go out, they would always wake up Ashley by tickling her, she loves being tickled or giving tickles.
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