sassaroth

Sorry to bother you Crystal, but you refer to a link to a character sheet? Is that something we make on our own, or something built into the forum. Can you direct me to the right direction?

Many years passed, and as Sassaroth grew so did his temperament for exploration. The villagers that welcomed him so openly before the accident were now superstitious and sometimes openly uncomfortable around him. The say he changed, not just physically with his hair going a pale color or his skin not accepting a tan anymore, but also as a person. âThe world had gone insane.â he said to himself. He felt fine, he was still the same person he was before. He felt more alive and wanted to express it, but the villagers treated him with disdain and sometimes contempt. This road lead only down one path, rebellion. Sassaroth smiled to himself. âIf the villagers will not treat me equally, nor will I.â At first it was a just a look or a mocking face, but as time grew so did his ideas of mischief. Sassaroth would load the bucket of the local well with rocks so it was hard to draw up, or stack wheat in front of people's doors. His more infamous tricks was to tie a dead fish half way down the chimney of some of the more rude villagers and laugh as it took weeks to figure out where the smell was coming from. In time the trouble grew to the point where he was caught stealing. This was the final straw of the village. "Let me go you over sized brutes!â Sass yelled to the guards that carted him away to jail for three days. The guards merely laughed and ignored the protests. âJust sit tight Sassy pants; here is water and food for three days. The bucket is the corner is your outlet, and the straw is your bed.â The main guard said and locked the stone hut. When they returned Sass was still in the same place, the food and water had not been touched, but there was a glare to his eye that spoke worlds. He was 16 now, and very angry. The villagers thought this would remove his wild streak, but it only fueled the fire. He returned and for years prepared to leave the village once and for all. He rein of terror was unmatched by others of the village. No matter how many times he was removed to the stone hut, he returned without word or regret. No matter what happened, his parents had always been there for him, even after the accident. If only the villagers knew and treated him like his parents, he may have never went bad. Sass reflected on this and begin to weep. He just wanted to be a fisherman, but there was a yearning inside him now that could not be quenched.Perhaps they are right, perhaps he is not himself. On a stormy night when his tears and yells of anguish were muffled by the storm that hit the coastline. Sassaroth did not return to the hut of his ma and da, but stayed in the storm yelling at the gods in the clouds to keep it down. âquiet you pompous overbearing puffed up sodden undeserving glow bugs!â The gods ignored him. He went inside. In the morning Sass woke and went out to fish when a sudden feeling to move over took him. Just then a bolt of light hit where he had stood. He looks around to see no clouds in the sky. He took that as a sign. âFine then,â he grumbled, âIts time to leave.â His ma and da gave him a simple farewell and he gave them a loving smile. He had always loved them and still will, but they understood and wished him luck and happiness. He left in the middle of the night with the stars to guide him. With ample food and gil, not necessarily his, he struck out to find a new home. He was 20 cycles at this time and the world was open to his travels; that is until the guards caught up to him. Sassaroth or now know as Sass in the legal circles traveled. Mischief was too far behind whispering promise of adventure in his ear. He never lied to a guard nor tried to con his way out of things. For a criminal he decided truth was still the best policy; his parents taught him that and he stuck to it. In the end it was always easy to convict him of crimes. He kept jail time at bay with his charisma and a good nature, but the fines always piled up. In the end one of the more angry of judges had his guards dragged him to licensing and had him signed up as a adventurer. He never knew he could do this. It felt to him he had final found a place in life. The next day he boarded, or stowed away on a boat. He later found out it was heading to Ul'dah. He would try to find an honest job and make sure his fines were transferred. He didn't want anymore trouble, but sometimes, trouble sneaks aboard as well. Time would tell.

A crystal blue sky spread across the horizon. Small storm clouds played sportingly over the sea. A small village upon the shores of Limsa Lominsa rest in simple peace. A boy no older then 14 watched the gentle waves cut small eddies around his feet. His dark blue hair rested in relaxed curls around his shoulders. The boys blue eyes focused upon his fishing pole hoping for the next bite. He was in no hurry and enjoyed the time to sit and watch the contest upon the sea. His tanned skin was yet to show signs of weathering from the simple life of the fisherman, but there was a look on his face that spoke of a budding knowledge of the sea. Sassaroth sighed deeply and smiled. He watched with some interest as the clouds flashed brightly from internal power and just as suddenly went dark. He was too far away to hear the rumbling, but he imagined great gods sparing on misty war-chocos over the claim of the sky. An errant bolt shot forth from the cloud and hit the sea. This was not unusual. Sometimes the gods miss. Another bolt flew towards the land and struck a few miles to his left. Though this was unusual, it was still not impossible. He had heard tales of bolts of light traveling great distances to suddenly fall to earth and strike. He imagined a life to those sparks, almost intelligent. Sassaroth shook his head of such day dreams. His pole was tugging in his hands. With a practiced move Sassaroth stood and braced the fighting fish at the end of the line. With a grunt of effort Sassaroth pulled hard on the line giving a small grin. It was a big one, and tonight, dinner might have enough for a second helping. Da and ma will be proud. The line suddenly snapped tipping Sassaroth backwards into the sand. He stood and frowned. He had forgotten to get his spare hook and would waste time fetching it from the hut. So much for second helpings. He turned away from the sea and begin to walk away. As he took a few steps from the shore a white light surrounded his body, and then darkness. He heard no sound, felt no pain, only dark. Sassaroth opened his eyes to find himself in bed and barley able to see. Burly people loomed over head speaking in odd vowels. As he concentrated on seeing and hearing the pain of his body flared to life. It was intense like a fire burning inside him. The darkness embraced him and sucked him back into the void. He woke again able to see and hear. The pain had subsided from a over consuming fire to now a dull pain. âMa he's came around!â A frantic voice from his side spoke. His da smiled down with concern in his eyes. âSon can you hear me, are you alright.â Sassaroth tried to sit up only to have the room buckle under him. âYeah da, but I be a bit dizzy, what happen?â âOh deary, you were hit by a bolt of god light. You be lucky to be breathin'â His ma said in her salty sailor speech. She had been a serving wench for many a year before she met and settled with his father, a simple farmer. Her way of talking always brought a smile to da. Sassaroth picked up the speech when he was young but been slowly growing out of it as he spent more time fishing with da. âYou be up in bed for three days deary.â Sassaroth was shocked. Three days he was out? He looked down to see that his once tanned skin was an eerie white. His head was wrapped in cloth but as his ma unwound it small amounts of hair fell out. His ma and da gasped. He grabbed a piece of shined shell and looked at his reflection. His once black hair was now a pale white. He had heard this happens at times with victims that go through a shock in life, he didn't imagine it would be so literal. His head felt funny and the world seemed out of place. Like everything was subtly changed while he was asleep. Whatever it was, Sassaroth felt a need to know. He needed to know what happen and what would be next. In the next few years, his life would change and never be the same.

RP relationships are just a different way to interact with the other RP people that you know. Yes its more in-depth then others. I had a character named Soas and I actually had a great RP relationship with another player. At first it was being nice to each other, then later flirtatious with a few gifts and complements. Later we talked about it in OOC and decided that a IC relationship would be fun. We talked regular about our characters thoughts to each other and made plans for RP sessions. I would play a few practical jokes like bombarding her mail with a massive amount of flowers or worms. HA. I would even explore the world just to find romantic places to take her, and sometimes meet with the group and hold parties. We stayed in character all the time, but knew OOC was a separate world. In OOC we talked a lot about what we liked and disliked about each session, we even planed fights or disagreements. We made it very convincing in IC. Everyone knew none of it was real since we joked about the relationship in OOC. I had to leave for a time and when I got back she had taken another lover. So we talked about it in OOC and had a final break up for IC. It was a nice break up and we stayed good friends IC and OOC. Later I lost my account info and never was able to retrieve it with SONY back during that time, so I gave up and moved on. The point I am trying to make. RP relationships are still RP. The big difference is sometimes it takes planning. Sometimes it takes surprises, but the main thing is TALK. Talk with your partner and make sure you both know where to draw the line. Just because you can RP a drama doesn't mean you should. RP is always a gamble, romantic or not. You never know what the other person is going to do. If we take a real good look, I think we can see, romance is not the only dangerous RP nor the only way to mess things up. Good luck to you all.

That is a great link! I scored in the lowest. Just fine for now I want him to be average. He only had a two week course on thaumaturgy. He'll probably loose his first fight to a wet paper sack, but hopefully the scars from the paper cuts will toughen him up.

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Oh Diashi, remind me to try not to mess with you, mentally that is. Mine might have mild brain damage from a lightening strike, or did it just wake him up to life like anear death experience? Comical yet sad.

True , you don't get to see many overly sex driven cat women, unless you are staring in a batman movie. *Sigh*

I am not sure if this is cliche or not but my back ground goes something like this. My character was a simple fisherman in a small village, good family, good parents, nothing wrong really. One day he gets struck by lightening and wakes up sorta hurt. People in the village say he just didn't seem to be the same person. He rebels and starts to be mischievous, small petty things, small crimes. Mostly he was reacting to the village because he could not understand what they mean by his change. He just felt more alive and wanted to express it. several years later, in a thunder storm he was almost struck again. He was able to get out of the way of the bolt just by chance. To him thought it was a sign to "move his feet." So he wished mom and dad best of luck, promise to send back gil and took to the road. He was young, got into some trouble, arrested a few times but really did want to be good. He just didn't want to be bored. Years later he finds himself in Ul'dah paying off some court fees and starting a new life of adventuring where his energetic ways might earn him some cash, and possibly help him understand what his role in life really is. No god mode no emo, had a good life, parents are assumed to be alive not a dark past, just checkered and getting over it. No dark secrets. not a master thief, just a terrible thug. Never been good at anything because he never had to be. I want him to be mortal with a slightly imperfect past. It might not be epic, but ir does give a comfortable feel to it. I am trying to reflect less on his past, and more on his interactions. There is a past, but its a foot note instead of the whole. His real life begins in-game.

If he's a tool, he's a sledge hammer.