I hate to admit it but im kinda psyched about this whole Rp thingy. So lets start a thread for those of us with an Rp profile. I have no idea how to start it all off so sum1 with a profile plz go first.
ok ill go first.
Walks up to the bar's entrance and pushes the door open"Barkeep give me a Mithkabob and some Selbina Milk"Tosses the barkeeper some gil and sits at the closest and throws her feet on the table."Man this town is boring, I need to go kill something before i go insane."Eats her food and begins to nod off justs as a cloaked strangers walks in.
well here is something i think will work and i left it open for someone else. (sorry bout the grammer)
Walks up to the bar's entrance and pushes the door open"Barkeep give me a Mithkabob and some Selbina Milk"Tosses the barkeeper some gil and sits at the closest and throws her feet on the table."Man this town is boring, I need to go kill something before i go insane."Eats her food and begins to nod off justs as a cloaked strangers walks in.
well here is something i think will work and i left it open for someone else. (sorry bout the grammer)
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Dammien
Guest
The Cloaked Figure
.....It had been four months since Dammien's last visit to town. He needed a beer (maybe more than one beer) and a bath.
.....He was convinced that somewhere in the world there were better bars than the few humble establishments located in Bastok. You would think a town founded by Galkra would have a decent brewery, but it appeared their great girth was not proportionate to their alcohol tolerance.
.....Dammien found his way to The Bat's Lair in the mining district. It was the one semi-decent establishment in the whole city, and a place he was intimately familiar with. He had pawned off his wares, a collection of sheep skins and goblin trinkets, and had some money to spend.
.....Dammien walked through the doors and let his eyes, ever used to the fresh air and bright sun of the Gustaberg hills, adjust to the dim light and smokey interior.
.....He prefered the fresh air and bright skies to the cluster and confusion of the city, but the city had one thing that he could not find in the wilderness, and that thing was soon to be placed in front of him as he pulled up to the bar.
.....He sat down next to a young mithra that seemed to be fighting to stay awake and ordered a beer.
.....The ale dissapeared fast, and was followed by a second and a third. He wanted to sleep soundly tonight , without waking up in a cold sweat, certain that his demons had followed him into the waking world.
.....Several more ales dissapeared with an almost desperate haste. Dammien could feel his wits numbing, could feel a distance spreading between himself and those dark dreams. They were within him even when he was awake. Hunkering down within his soul, waiting for sleep to come so they could strike. Tonight they could have their way with him. He would just be too drunk to care.
.....Abruptly, he felt the mithra's gaze locked on him. He turned to meet he stare. Her eyes were wide and filled with curiosity. He met her gaze with blood shot blue eyes and asked "What're you lookin at?"
EDIT: ((well, this is assuming you were in bastok for some reason. where were you?))
.....It had been four months since Dammien's last visit to town. He needed a beer (maybe more than one beer) and a bath.
.....He was convinced that somewhere in the world there were better bars than the few humble establishments located in Bastok. You would think a town founded by Galkra would have a decent brewery, but it appeared their great girth was not proportionate to their alcohol tolerance.
.....Dammien found his way to The Bat's Lair in the mining district. It was the one semi-decent establishment in the whole city, and a place he was intimately familiar with. He had pawned off his wares, a collection of sheep skins and goblin trinkets, and had some money to spend.
.....Dammien walked through the doors and let his eyes, ever used to the fresh air and bright sun of the Gustaberg hills, adjust to the dim light and smokey interior.
.....He prefered the fresh air and bright skies to the cluster and confusion of the city, but the city had one thing that he could not find in the wilderness, and that thing was soon to be placed in front of him as he pulled up to the bar.
.....He sat down next to a young mithra that seemed to be fighting to stay awake and ordered a beer.
.....The ale dissapeared fast, and was followed by a second and a third. He wanted to sleep soundly tonight , without waking up in a cold sweat, certain that his demons had followed him into the waking world.
.....Several more ales dissapeared with an almost desperate haste. Dammien could feel his wits numbing, could feel a distance spreading between himself and those dark dreams. They were within him even when he was awake. Hunkering down within his soul, waiting for sleep to come so they could strike. Tonight they could have their way with him. He would just be too drunk to care.
.....Abruptly, he felt the mithra's gaze locked on him. He turned to meet he stare. Her eyes were wide and filled with curiosity. He met her gaze with blood shot blue eyes and asked "What're you lookin at?"
EDIT: ((well, this is assuming you were in bastok for some reason. where were you?))
its ok i was only doin a random bar i didnt have a set town ok.
Looking at the very drunk man Pirogoeth says"Shutup Dammien. I really don't want to see you get your ass kicked by me again. I da admit the first few times were fun, but just drink your beer and leave me alone." Gets up with a disgusted look on her face and walks up to the bar keep and gets another Mithkabob and some Selbina milk.
Looking at the very drunk man Pirogoeth says"Shutup Dammien. I really don't want to see you get your ass kicked by me again. I da admit the first few times were fun, but just drink your beer and leave me alone." Gets up with a disgusted look on her face and walks up to the bar keep and gets another Mithkabob and some Selbina milk.
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Dammien
Guest
Man at the Bar
.....Dammien followed Phirogeth over to the bar. "Scuse me, but you seem to talk like we've met before, but why don't I remember..." he looked down at the beer in his hand and realized why he didn''t remember. "Oh," Said Dammien with a sheepish grin. "Must've been too drunk to remember our meeting before.
......"Well, since you kicked my ass last time we met, maybe I better be nice to you this time." Dammien put some Gil on the table to pay for the milk and mithkabob.
.....The barkeep took the money then stopped Dammien short as he tried to buy more beer. "Last one for you man. Go find a place to sleep it off."
.....Dammien made an unintelligible sound and turned to head for the door. "Well, demons," he muttered to himself. "Here I come." And with that, Dammien staggered and weaved out into the night in search of an inn.
.....Dammien followed Phirogeth over to the bar. "Scuse me, but you seem to talk like we've met before, but why don't I remember..." he looked down at the beer in his hand and realized why he didn''t remember. "Oh," Said Dammien with a sheepish grin. "Must've been too drunk to remember our meeting before.
......"Well, since you kicked my ass last time we met, maybe I better be nice to you this time." Dammien put some Gil on the table to pay for the milk and mithkabob.
.....The barkeep took the money then stopped Dammien short as he tried to buy more beer. "Last one for you man. Go find a place to sleep it off."
.....Dammien made an unintelligible sound and turned to head for the door. "Well, demons," he muttered to himself. "Here I come." And with that, Dammien staggered and weaved out into the night in search of an inn.
*Strolls up to an odd looking Mithra drinking milk*
/poke
"Don't you think it's a tad warm to be drinking milk in the desert?"
"..."
"Anywho, I'm going to find this stray sheep named Mary for her owner. You wanna come along? Last time I found her she kicked me in the head."
*Rubs the peculiar, hoof shaped dent in his forehead*
"It's seems to be getting smaller..."
/poke
"Don't you think it's a tad warm to be drinking milk in the desert?"
"..."
"Anywho, I'm going to find this stray sheep named Mary for her owner. You wanna come along? Last time I found her she kicked me in the head."
*Rubs the peculiar, hoof shaped dent in his forehead*
"It's seems to be getting smaller..."
*Laughs at the man with dent in his forehead.* "Sure, but first lets make sure that drunk fellow doesn't hurt anybody, he can really throw a punch. * Points to a bruise on her upper arm* "So lets go see if we can catch him. Oh, and no it is never to hot to drink milk for a Mithra." *Smiles at Roofie*
I am asuming your character name is roofie cause you didnt state it.
I am asuming your character name is roofie cause you didnt state it.
well after reading Mithy's post in RP 101 i thoght i would like to go back alittle and post why my character was in the bar in bastok. here it is, hope yall like it.
* After she just got word that someone was paying big for Qudav Backplates, she thought she could finally get rid of that stack of plates she had in her house. When she meet the guy, whose name she can't remember, she only got 100 gil for all of them. She was very upset so she decided that she would at least go to the local bar and see if she could get some money for breaking up some fights that might break out. So Pirogoeth walks up to the bar's entrance and pushes the door open and says, "Barkeep give me a Mithkabob and some Selbina Milk."*She then tosses the barkeep some gil and sits at the nearest table.*
well people i hope this is better. someone please correct me on how to spell Qudav and any other FFXI stuff i spell worng ok. and we can pick up from where me and roofie walked out of the bar to find dammien. oh and one last thing if anyone has any pointers for me please tell me, this is my first time RP on a forum. I have done some D&D stuff before, but nothing like this. and thanx to any one who can offer help.
* After she just got word that someone was paying big for Qudav Backplates, she thought she could finally get rid of that stack of plates she had in her house. When she meet the guy, whose name she can't remember, she only got 100 gil for all of them. She was very upset so she decided that she would at least go to the local bar and see if she could get some money for breaking up some fights that might break out. So Pirogoeth walks up to the bar's entrance and pushes the door open and says, "Barkeep give me a Mithkabob and some Selbina Milk."*She then tosses the barkeep some gil and sits at the nearest table.*
well people i hope this is better. someone please correct me on how to spell Qudav and any other FFXI stuff i spell worng ok. and we can pick up from where me and roofie walked out of the bar to find dammien. oh and one last thing if anyone has any pointers for me please tell me, this is my first time RP on a forum. I have done some D&D stuff before, but nothing like this. and thanx to any one who can offer help.
*sits up from the table wiping the drool off of his face*
Sorry guys I think i had a concussion or something.
*rubs his forehead*
HEY! My dent is gone! WoOT! Anyway I'm looking to get rich. Anyone have any good ideas?
*looks around the bar*
Sorry guys I think i had a concussion or something.
*rubs his forehead*
HEY! My dent is gone! WoOT! Anyway I'm looking to get rich. Anyone have any good ideas?
*looks around the bar*
*Looks over at the loud man and says, "Hey!", gets out of her chair and walks over to the "Loud Man". "My name is Pirogoeth and we have something incommon we both need some gil. So we going to help each other. Yes, ok now there is a rumor going aroud that there is a really good pair of boots in the South Gustaberg. The only down side is that a nasty lizard guards the things. I was think maybe we can both take him no problem, so do we have a deal." *Puts out her hand, and smiles warmly, so they can shake on the deal*
Mithy was a rich mithra, she had left her home early in her days at age 16. currently she was 17 but already far supierior to others. She was in the way of the dark arts. but not your normal dark arts. She was the bad side of music. Her songs ment bad luck to those around her and probobly helped achieve her fortune. She was so different from her early childhood. She had only partial contact with her old friends. the only one she kept in contact with was her brother. who broke the mithran rule, not to venture out of the city. Mithy came with her brother where she was schooled to do everything, but mostly kill. Mithy choose the musical path, where many would not have the skill, patience, nor intellect to learn. Often victems were either dead nor could they remember why they had fallen asleep why their bodys were lashed with cuts as though the wind at turned into knives. She still however... remembered the old days in windhurst where she learned the ways of the red mage. Even though she is rusty today, dosn't mean she can't use it.
Mithy curled her lip into a wide grin. She was hunched over at the bar drinking mary's milk and a meat chiefkabob. (OOC{that means out of charracter talking} mary's milk is the best selbina milk you can get it of NM. chiefkabob is the +1 form of mithkabob) She had heard what the mithra had said and thats all she needed to hear. Even though you are rich why not get richer?
Mithy pulled her precious horn from her cloak pocket and stood up into position. The horn was to her face.. and her tail was slightly curled around her leg.
*sweet peaceful music filled the room* as the music echoed Mithy watched the whole room slowly falling asleep right where they sotod or sat. She watched observently while staying completly focused on playing the song right. One wrong note and everyone would know she was trying to put them all asleep.
Mithy finished her song and stashed her horn away. She went around taking VERY large proportions of money from the biggest gilbags. "thanks everyone" Mithy said as she bowed deeply to the sleeping audience. "O and thank to you of course pirogoeth and um... loudman"
Mithy started to head out of the bar. "O right... its you," Mithy said as she was approaching the door. it was the one hume who was hitting on her. he had never worked a day in his life, forcing the galka to do it for him.
Mithy pulled out a tiny insturment (OOC the size and shape of a flute, but played vertically like a clarinet)
* a tiny music chord filled the area only between Mithy and the sleeping hume.* Mithy watched as the air around him started lashing the humes body, spliting it open and causing blood to spill.. lots and lots of blood. Mithy watch amuzed as the hume was bleeding out. "you should know better" was all she said before she started walking out the door.
Mithy stood in the center of the bar doorway. she reached 1 hand back and *Snap* ed her fingers.She was then gone from sight and sound within the second....
Mithy curled her lip into a wide grin. She was hunched over at the bar drinking mary's milk and a meat chiefkabob. (OOC{that means out of charracter talking} mary's milk is the best selbina milk you can get it of NM. chiefkabob is the +1 form of mithkabob) She had heard what the mithra had said and thats all she needed to hear. Even though you are rich why not get richer?
Mithy pulled her precious horn from her cloak pocket and stood up into position. The horn was to her face.. and her tail was slightly curled around her leg.
*sweet peaceful music filled the room* as the music echoed Mithy watched the whole room slowly falling asleep right where they sotod or sat. She watched observently while staying completly focused on playing the song right. One wrong note and everyone would know she was trying to put them all asleep.
Mithy finished her song and stashed her horn away. She went around taking VERY large proportions of money from the biggest gilbags. "thanks everyone" Mithy said as she bowed deeply to the sleeping audience. "O and thank to you of course pirogoeth and um... loudman"
Mithy started to head out of the bar. "O right... its you," Mithy said as she was approaching the door. it was the one hume who was hitting on her. he had never worked a day in his life, forcing the galka to do it for him.
Mithy pulled out a tiny insturment (OOC the size and shape of a flute, but played vertically like a clarinet)
* a tiny music chord filled the area only between Mithy and the sleeping hume.* Mithy watched as the air around him started lashing the humes body, spliting it open and causing blood to spill.. lots and lots of blood. Mithy watch amuzed as the hume was bleeding out. "you should know better" was all she said before she started walking out the door.
Mithy stood in the center of the bar doorway. she reached 1 hand back and *Snap* ed her fingers.She was then gone from sight and sound within the second....
Boots eh? I like wearing boots. They keep my feet warm when its cold outside. Ill do it! *slaps the mithra high five* DEAL!
*Looks around with a puzzled look and says* " Why is thot man bleeding really bady. Anyways, where my bag of 300 gil go!" *Looks around in a panic ant checks all here pockets* "You took it didnt you 'Loudman'." *Pulls out her great katana and puts it to Loudman's throat* ( by the way Pirogoeth is nolonger a monk/thief she is a monk/ samurai.)" GIve my gil back right now before I make this go thru your neck." *Puts alittle more pressure on the sword*
*smiles innocently and then begins casting warp*
*Shoves him so his spell is interupted.*"now will you give me my gil or will i just take it from you. I am willing to be nice about this if you just give it back, ok."*Holds out her hand so the 'Loud Man' can give her gil back.*
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Just as things were about to get outta hand, the bar door swings open and walks in a knight adorned in Darksteel armor. He looked a bit troubled, inconvenienced if you will, but still very noble. He says, "Both of you quit that shit, I heard this ruckus a block away and right now I need some peace and quiet." "If 300gil is what you are fighting about, here.." the knight tosses a bag of gil towards the awkwardly positioned Pirogoeth and Loudman.^^
*catches the gil in her left hand* "Thanks but no thanks, i'm getting my fil from this guy even if i have to take him to the I.M. down the street." *tosses the gil back to the man in Draksteel armor* " Now unless your going to help me take this guy to the I.M. please move ok 'Mr. Darksteel'." *Puts 'Loudman' in a headlock and pulls him toward the door.*
*cast Blaze Spikes leaving the mithra less furry and uses Camoflauge*
I didn't take your gil, fortunately I robbe...earned my own yesterday. *runs off*
I didn't take your gil, fortunately I robbe...earned my own yesterday. *runs off*
Faedryt had observed all this from the corner. He was shrouded in his cloak, hood drawn low to disguise his features.
'Some people. What is a measly 300 gil."
He thinks of his recent bout with a very powerful monster named the "Valkurm Emperor". It had been productive, with his associate and himself claiming half the prizes.
Suddenly, he recalled the Mithra that had just left. Her songs had not affected him, perhaps because his distance from her was too great, perhaps his resistance to it protected him. He swore he had seen her somewhere. Thinking on the matter, he quitely returned to smoking his pipe (OOC - a pipe like the LOTR, not what you think)...
'Some people. What is a measly 300 gil."
He thinks of his recent bout with a very powerful monster named the "Valkurm Emperor". It had been productive, with his associate and himself claiming half the prizes.
Suddenly, he recalled the Mithra that had just left. Her songs had not affected him, perhaps because his distance from her was too great, perhaps his resistance to it protected him. He swore he had seen her somewhere. Thinking on the matter, he quitely returned to smoking his pipe (OOC - a pipe like the LOTR, not what you think)...
Faedryth said:
couldnt help but refer to the ooc info. they were getting high bro