Amesoeurs
Purpose:Â Amesoeurs is a linkshell intended for tasteful, mature roleplay. Â It is a linkshell for those who value wit, charm, and morally ambiguous perspectives. Â It is a community open to those who sometimes shy away from grandiose conflicts and existential causes. Â It is a place that favors adventure, the glimmer of gil, and frivolity. Â But most of all, Amesoeurs is intended to help bring skilled role-players together and promote diverse forms of RP. Â
Style:Â We flavor most roleplay with mature and clever themes. Â We welcome IC content in droves and clearly-designated OOC banter. Â Ultimately, we desire to promote a friendly, welcoming community of novel characters, rogues, merchants, outcasts, and others who walk interesting paths. Â We value entertaining and amusing role-play and commentary: OOC drama and nazi-like behaviors are expressly forbidden. Â
Recruitment: Â Amesoeurs is currently seeking members. Â We would be pleased to extend invitations to interested role-players after a brief OOC discussion and/or RP session. Â If interested, please post below, or send me or Capheira a PM. Alternatively, please contact Odette Saoirse or Sigurd Sundsteigen in-game for an invite.
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The Vision: Sig had been relaxing at his usual haunt - the chair with the rickety leg, which happened to be sunk in the middle of the Quicksand. He wasn't quite sure when the idea hit: it might have been sometime after the fifth glass of wine, or the third bowl of moko grass. Yet, those icy blue eyes gleamed when that novel idea came to him - a most amusing social venture.  "Amesoeurs," he muttered to himself, causing the wine-soaked wood pipe resting between his lips to bounce slightly.  Moments later, Sig took another sip of wine and commented, "a fitting name."
Sig lowered the strange mechanical contraption that had lit the moko grass tucked in his pipe seconds before, quenching the small flame. He tucked the device back in his coat, reclining back in the chair and muttering, "...Yes, that'll do nicely." Sig had been searching for affable colleagues for some time now; like souls, who walked walked between the lines. Those with wit, charm, and insatiable appetites.  "Amesoeurs."  With the name settled, it was only a matter of finding those who understood and could keep their footing.
Ground Rules: Â We impose only a few rules because we trust members will treat others with respect and behave like adults: (1) be courteous and respectful to fellow members; (2) designate OOC comments and minimize OOC banter if the channel is being used for RP; and (3) please be at least 18+ -- we enjoy using "colorful language" over the linkshell.
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"Living alone, far away from everything,
Standing on the roofs of the world,
When night holds the town,
Together we will run,
Like fools in the dark alleys."
- Neige.
