Unlikely_Arcanist

Welcome! I too was told to stay away from rpers, and thats how I got interested! I'll be playing on lamiad until gilgamesh opens up, or transfers, but I have made an alt on balmung. I hope to see you around!

I agree, wildwoods need more attention! As a wildwood, it is my duty to proclaim that all other races and subraces are inferior! Let it be known throughout the land!

sorry for not replying sooner, i had classes and yeah i'd love to have more rp'ers around! im on and off too. I will be syre to add you!

let me be upfront, i do NOT want to split up the community further from gilgamesh/balmung. but with all the problems with the servers, many of us just cant get in. but until we get server transfers, is anyone willing to rp on lamia for the meantime? i have heard of faerie being a "colony" for the community, but some have rolled on lamia and have progressed to a good point. But i will say this again, this is only TEMPORARY. I do plan to transfer to gilgamesh/ balmung when the chance arises. The free company i joined was origonally planned for gilgy, but with the launch problems, have branched out to lamia. The company does have a rp group. So if anyone is on lamia and wishes to rp. I'll be there. my characters name is Orio Luxceon, in case anybody wants to search it. But yeah, just a temp thing let me know what you guys think

To all the Poke nerds here, what do you guys think of the new mega evolutions? I honestly don't know what to say, I'm excited but I'm not. I feel it could be really cool if they implement it right, but a part of me says that it's going to be broken. My worst fear is that mega evolutions will just be a cheap way of giving pokemon that could've, would've and should've gotten a regular evolution, and this will be just slapped on to every poke, making it not special anymore. Your thoughts?

(( I am back! Missed you guys!)) Lodine was running toward the weavers guild when a sudden screeching was going on behind him. "What the hell is that noise!?", he said to himself. He looked back to find the miqo'te hanging onto thread with the frame being dragged along. Everbody started to look at him and the miqo'te wondering what they were doing. He was not paying attention to his footing as tripped. He dropped the miqo'te and landed with a thud to his head. "By the Twelve!" He looked up and saw people gathering around, with a look of curiosity and uncertainty in their eyes. " Damn it all..."

Chapter 1: road to the present I spent a few days wandering around the rubble of Gridania when a group of survivers I had come across asked me to join them in searching for a new home. I hesitantly said yes, and after that we climbed onto their carriage and took off. We traveled south until we arrived in Thanalan. Around the middle of our journey through our journey across the desert were we attacked by what we later learned were the native beastmen tribe. I couldn't remember their name, but I do remember being incredibly frightened of their huge dark bodies and their gruesome looking dispositions. When we arrived in Ul'dah, I was in complete culture shock! The bustling of merchants, the amount of thieves and poverty stricken people! I didn't know what to make of it! I stayed in the city for a couple of months after that. Although I don't think I can say I ever truly got used to it. It wasn't more than half a year when I ran into an elderly couple from the La Noscea area. I just so happens that was the day I ran out of money and decided that if I was to eat that day I would either have to dig through trash to find food or steal. It turns out I had no such skill in being discreet and my first victim would be my last. They asked me why in the world I would steal from an old man and woman, scolding me, asking if I had any shame. I just put my head down and listened. As they finished I turned to walk away when the old lady asked me if I was from around here. I said no, but she didn't seem that suprised. She said any boy from ul'dah wouldn't have given up so easily on trying to take their money. I told them that I was from Ishgard, and THAT seemed to catch them off guard. They asked how I got to ul'dah, with the gates being closed and such. I told them that my father was a Holy Knight and that he had made the guards let my family pass to see my sick aunt. I didn't tell her that I actually snuck myself and my siblings to see our aunt. She then asked me where my family was. I paused to try and answer but she quickly told me to forget about it. I think she understood. The couple offered me their home in La Noscea, if I could help them with their business. I quickly agreed to it, I did not want to spend another day under the hot Ul'dah sun. We returned to La Noscea, where they had a little plot of land growing crops and raising livestock. I would spend the next 4 years raising animals and tilling the land. Though all the time I spent there, I never set foot in Limsa Lominsa. They warned me about pirates, and thieves, not too different from Ul'dah. I had seen about enough of those types of people so I took there word and never went there. It was around the 4th year there that the old women died. She had gotten sick, and fell prey to death's cold fingers. It grew more lonely there, and I could sense that the old man missed his beloved wife. It wasn't too soon that he died too. I suspect from loneliness. While it was sad to see them go, I was happy for them in a way. They could know be together, forever. I couldn't say the same for my family. After that I made up my mind. It was time I picked myself up and took control of my fate. 5 years have passed since I last saw my family. With Eorzea rebuilding itself little by little, I was determined to help. I would help everybody I could, so that no one would have to suffer through unneeded loss or tragedy. I caught wind that an Arcanists guild had opened in Limsa Lominsa. "Perfect", I said. Janny would often tease me for my love of animals and pets. She often said she was worried I would bring a coeurl home one day. I packed up my things and took the next ride to Limsa Lominsa. I wondered what would happen when I got there. "Who will I meet? What will I do?" These questions kept ringing in my head. But I had hope. I looked up at the sky and smiled. "It's a new day." ((And that's the end of it! Congratulations if you read the whole darn thing! I know it probably wasn't easy! Let me know what you think, I want to improve!))

((I'm sorry! I'm still sort of new to this so try to put up with me :blush: yeah, sorry about screwing it up I'll try to fix it right now)) ((* btw I won't be around an internet connection for a couple days so if you guys would like to take control of my guy, please feel free! I wouldn't want this to come crashing to a halt because of me!)) ((disregard my last post! haha I hope I do it right this time though!)) Lodine glanced back to check on his pursuers, and he saw the male duskwright run off! *What is that guy doing? He... he's up to something! I know it!" He quickens his pace and reaches the steps of Nald. He starts to slow down, the weight of the miqo'te wasn't too bad, but carrying her like this was starting to wear him down. "Crap! Where do I go now?" He thinks for a moment, coming almost to a halt. Then it hits him! "The weavers guild!" ((Sorry if I messed up again! But I do appreciate you guys giving me the advice! Hopefully I'll get better though :frustrated:

Welcome welcome welcome welcome welcome welcome welcome! wanna be friends?:bouncy:

(( feel free to leave OOC coments or ideas! especially with the years between bahamut and a realm reborn, I can't think of anything really special for those years, it hurts my brain :frustrated: )) Chapter 0: An uncertain future I woke up dazed and hurt. I tried to get up but my legs couldn't work. I looked at my hand and saw blood. I rubbed my hand on my face and saw even more blood. My mind was racing, countless thoughts that didn't fit together. " What happened? Is this a dream", I thought to myself. Then it all came racing back. I shot up wondering of my siblings, and my mother and aunt. What of my father? Was Ishgard destroyed too? I tried to stand up but my legs just caved in. I tried again but to no avail. I thought to myself what I could possible do. Then it hit me! I remembered learning a cure spell from one of my tutors! I tried to muster up all my remaining strength and cast the spell. I got up and wandered the broken forest for my brother and sister. They were right next to me when we were struck. Trees and brush blocked most of the ways, and the shroud being a maze in itself didn't help. It seemed as though I had wandered for a couple of hours until I came across a search party. I yelled out to them and made my way to where they were. I asked them if they had seen a child wildwood girl and midlander boy. They responded with a solemn shake of the head. They said they found many bodies among the twelveswood, but not any matched the description of my brother and sister. My heart sunk. The air turned cold. I... no words could come out of my mouth. The group seemed to notice my despair and offered me a ride back to Gridania. I meekly agreed and we set off. When we arrived it didn't even look like anybody lived there. The whole village was in ruin. I then remembered my mother and aunt. I asked of them to one of the medics and got the same response as the others. How in the world was I going to live? I don't even know if my family is dead or not. I guess you could say that's a double edged sword. On one hand they could be dead and on the other alive. I chose to believe in the latter. After that day I made a promise to myself to find them one day. I would never give up looking until I found them. I also promised to return to Ishgard. I knew I couldn't return now. I'm no Holy Knight. But one day, one day I'll be with my family again.

Prologue 3: End of peace The week before everything went to hell, my mother received a letter. It was from a doctor in Gridania, detailing that my aunt was ill. My Mother and aunt were very close. They grew up in Gridania's beautiful forests. My mother would have still lived there today if it was not for my father. The only reason she left was because she wanted to marry. When my father caught news that she wanted to return to tend to her sister he blatantly refused her. He warned that if she left Dalamud would fall and that he would not be there to save her. Around this time news came that adventurers had stopped the Garleans from bringing the moon down and we were now safe. Though we wished it were true, we all had doubts. Even so, my mother was determined to travel back to her birthplace. My father begged her but to no avail. Janny, Leon, and I all heard their conversation. Are minds began to race, thinking of sneaking into mother's carriage and and surprising her when we finally arrived. Besides, we all wanted to go there one day! Why not now? Looking back, that was the worst mistake I ever made in my life. When we arrived in Gridania I was glad. We had been crouched in the back along with the luggage and we were cramped. When the carriage finally came to a halt, we heard our mother get off and we jumped out to surprise her. The look on her face was of complete shock, and then anger. Her face was as hot red as Dalamud. She was about to shout when an airship fly over our heads. I had never seen such a thing before, but it seems like my mother knew. She quickly herded us towards the gates to Gridania until these monsters came out from the brush. She quickly took out her bow and started to fight. Leon drew his sword but she shouted to get away. As she turned her head for a quick glance in our direction a beast swung his giant arm and tossed her into the hedge. Janny screamed and Leon tried to rush in and help her, but I held him back, telling him she'd be alright. Right? We ran through the shroud, not knowing where we were. Why is this place so damn confusing? How does one get around here? We made it to a clearing were we thought we were safe. Suddenly we here a loud crash far off into the distance. We looked over head and it looked as though hell was raining down. The moon had broken into pieces and flame rained down onto the earth. After that sight we heard a roar. " A dragon? No, this is... this is way stronger than a normal dragon. What... what is it?" Then we saw streaks of flame. At least, that is what I thought it was. They came down and scorched the forest. Trees fell, brush was burned, it looked to me like the end of the world. I could hear Janny crying next to me. I wished I could have told her that everything was going to be okay, that she would be safe. But I couldn't, that was obvious. When I looked up at the sky again, I saw another streak of fire heading towards us. I knew we were going to die then. I slowly clenched their hands together and prayed to the Twelve if we could at least be together in the otherworld. Then everything went black.

(( you guys are going to help me out with the location names but do you guys know of the aetheryte town in thanalan? Like the one near the cobbler's coffin or whatever? And the little village of poor people, where there was a fate of killing cactuars and collecting their seeds? Yeah, those places)) Lodine quickly made his way to the steps of Nald. He glanced over his shoulder to check on his pursuers. One of them was gone! "They must be planning something", he thought to himself. He could still make out the figure of the women that was tailing him. Something about her... what was it. Her gaze... it made him uneasy. He made it outside of ul'dah. He quickly glanced around for a chocobo. It seemed a naive adventurer had left one ripe for the picking, the fool. He quickly placed the wounded miqo'te on the bird and rode of into northern Thanalan. As he rode the young Miqo'te seemed to say something but he could not make out the words. He then remembered that she called him master. It reminded him of his... the one he would be dining with, along with his new founded group of brothers and sisters. Murders, thieves, outcasts, all of them! But their leader... He never judged. He never judged Lodine of his crimes. He embraced it even. Encouraged it! Lodine remembered the memory. The bloody memory of when he first sank his teeth into his own kind. When he could not resist the temptation to eat the meet of another Hyur. But what would a Miqo'te taste like? Coeurl? As he neared the N. Thanalan aetheryte he thought to himself: "Well I'm about to find out."

oh stop it you.. you're making me blush :blush:

The Elezen senses the Miqo'te's fear. He wonders how to respond. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.... and then sprints toward the miqo'te flailing his arms and pulls out a spray bottle and starts splashing water everywhere. Pleased to make your aquintance!

Prologue 2: War and family When I was born, Ishgard's gates had already closed to outsiders. The only ones who were allowed in and out of the city were the Holy Knights. Tensions were rising among the people. I soon started hearing things of Garleans and the lot. I would ask my parents yet they would tell me nothing. Presumably not to worry me. Around my tenth year, was the most drastic change to my family though. I remember it was a chill, snowy afternoon. We went to the town square to shop around and buy groceries. My mother went off to buy the food and my father was browsing a collection of weapons at one of the vendors. As Jannette and I were playing tag, we soon heard a scream coming from my father's direction. A Hyur, around my age or so was standing off with my dad, a small sword in hand. I heard my father cry out "THIEF" and knocked the boy to the ground. The boy quickly got up and lunged at my father. He parried the attack and knocked him down again. He was about to deal the fatal blow when my mother stepped in. She asked what in the Twelve's name was going on. My father explained that this "street rat" had tried to steal from him while he wasn't looking. He told my mother to move so he could finish the young hyur off, but she would not budge. She turned to the boy and asked his name. He kept silent. She decided to skip the question and ask about his parents and their whereabouts. I could then see at that moment his eyes starting to tear up. He tried to sprint away put my father caught him by the collar and thrust his lance into the boy's stomach. He asked again where his parents were. The hyur started to cry again and spat out that his parents were dead. It seemed that they had been dead for a while, and the boy had to resort to petty thievery to survive. While my father was not moved. My mother took pity on him. She offered our house to him, which my father objected to, but she would not have it. The boy would live with us from now on. I remember the walk home too. My father kept a considerable distance away from the child, while my mother gently cradled his hand in hers. Janny was another story. She was ecstatic about having a new playmate! She kept pestering and asking questions about the boy all the way home. As for me.... I don't really know. But I was interested in him none the less. In the following days things began to warm up around my house. The boy announced that his name was LeRoy, but did not have a last name. So my mother just said to use ours. It was not long after that Janny started to give him nicknames too. Leo, Leon, Roy. She called him whatever she thought fit at the moment. It was not long after that my father became aware of my new brother's skill with a sword. After Leon came, Father slowly forgot about me and started training Leon instead. I have to admit I was a bit jealous, but soon that jealousy was soon forgotten. We soon became more than brothers. Something beyond that. We often sparred with each other, and tested our strength in 1 on 1 matches. He would usually beat me when it came to strength, but sometimes I would catch him off guard and win the round myself. Those days I will never forget. The days in Ishgard.... they seem only like a dream now. But I will never forget those fateful days, the days when the Garleans destroyed everything.

After Lodine had shouted to the duskwright he made note to quicken his pace. "Nica" as the miqo'te had called herself, started to mumble something to him. But it did not matter, nothing mattered now. As he kept on walking he noticed the soft touch of the miqo'te's skin. Soon malicious thoughts began to swarm in Lodine's mind. "Such perfect skin, such perfect.... meat!" Lodine was no ordinary outcast. Forced to hide many moons ago for the taboo he had commited in his earlier days. Then he felt a presence. That damn duskwright was following him! And it looks as though she had brought a friend! Normally he would have confronted such people.... but something about that elezen. Her gaze... piercing! He would have to think of something. His plans would be ruined if he did not think quickly! Why... his dinner would be spoiled.

(( With open beta drawing nearer I thought I would put my nose to the grindstone and finally make my main character bio. What I thought I would write just a short story of my guy, actually turned out I wrote a book . It has been a while since a wrote a narrative of my own free will so please bare any choppiness or mistakes! All criticism is welcome and it may not be the best but if you guys are able to read it all I seriously congratulate you! I'll break this into parts so it doesn't hurt the eyes:dazed:)) (My character: Orion Luxceon [wildwood elezen] ) Prologue 1: Before the Calamity It's felt like ages since the calamity. The world I knew befor died along with Dalamud. I remember my early days in Ishgard... the place of my birth. During those days, my world was complete. I came from a wealthy elezen family. I was the eldest son of Algohmont and Bannette Luxceon. My parents were both proud, strong Wildwoods. My father was a part of the Holy Knights of Ishgard. A talented dragoon; I would often sneak into our armory and try to wield his lance when I was younger. My dad had high expectations of me, expecting me to be as good with a lance as he was. Unfortunately, that was not so. You could say fighting wasn't my forte, at least not with melee weapons. I was often enticed with the idea of learning the arcane arts, but my father would not have it. As his first son, it was my responsibility to carry on the tradition of becoming an exceptional dragoon. But I was stubborn. Ignoring my training I would often read and play around in our chocobo stables. When I was caught skipping my practices, he would often scold me, but I didn't pay attention. But aside from all that, my father did love me. And I loved him all the same. He taught me how to be brave, to overcome my fears, and to be honorable. Still, with the years slowly going, he started to soon give up on my being a dragoon he had so hoped for. I soon to solace in my mother. Gridania raised, she was tall, elegant, and proud. If it was one thing that stood out, it was her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes could pierce anybody just as her arrows could. She was also one of the most talented bards in the realm. In battle, they would empower her allies, and make her enemies flee in terror. At home however, her voice was what rocked my sister and I to bed. She listened to me, tended to me, she was my everything. It was she who taught me of kindness, charity, and love. And then there was my little sister Jannette. She was 5 years younger than me, yet somehow she was so mature, so smart. It was strange how such a little girl at the time could be so adult like. But still she was a child at heart. We gave her nicknames like, Jan, Janny, or Jan-Jan. We would often play and tell stories to each other. We often let our imaginations run wild. One of her dreams was to become a great White Mage. She had so much love in her heart, showing such deep sympathy for even the smallest of creatures. She wanted us to move to Gridania when we were older, so she could join the guild there. So we made a promise, when we were old enough, we would travel to Gridania together and live peacefully among the forest till we grew old and died.

Hello Miss Kota (assuming you're a lady in real life)!

Awesome story! I wish I could think of a story like that.... all of you guys are making me jealous! Hopefully one day though... a guy can dream can't he?

Thank you that really helps ! while I do want to stick to lore I think if push comes to shove and I want my way I can make my guys story work.

"Perfect", the Highlander thinks to himself. "My poor dear Nica! What has happened to you? All bloodied and beaten! Why here, let good ol' Lodine bring you back home." The Highlander picks up the wounded miqo'te and holds her in his arms. "This is too easy", he thinks. Halfway down the alley he sees an elezen looking on. Their eyes lock and Lodine stands there for a second, and then shouts, "whata you lookin' at ya wench?!", and quickens his pace down the alley.

I was planning on making an elezen who was born in ishgard and then locked out when the gates closed due to the war with the dragons. the problem is I wanted to make him around 18-21 years old but have no idea when the ishgard become inaccessible. Anybody wanna help a brotha out?

((If your character was in Ul'dah, passing by, and saw this happening, how would they react? Describe their actions, and what they would say. Its as simple as that =). However, you can't force actions on another player, only offer possibilities. For example, if your character wanted to tackle Unlikely, you would write; 'VLLL lunged at the hyur, trying to knock him off balance'. That would give Unlikely the control to decide whether or not his character gets knocked over. If you wanted to scoop Nica up and run her to a clinic, or drown her in the ocean, you would write something like; 'VLLL went to scoop the Miqo'te up, sensing she was in danger/in desperate need to throw her in the ocean'. That way I get to decide if Nica is scooped up or not. Make sense? I'll wait for you to post. Rawr! :3 *squeals in excitement at new rpers entering the thread* it'll be a great chance to learn!)) I'm glad to participate Magellan! Now lets hope I can do it right!

Excellent! I don't think I could do better but here goes nothing! She looks up and sees a tall tanned Highlander staring down at her. A few seconds go by with no answer and then he kneels down slowly, his face on a few inches away from hers. He looks pierces the young Miqo'te with his deep green eyes and gives a malevolent smirk. He opens his mouth and says, "...." I'll let you guys decide on that

You're going to be the best one to answer this question for yourself. Every RPer is different. I personally do not play multiple characters very well, preferring to add more depth and story to one character. But that is also my own style and I know there are plenty of RPers out there who are able distribute their time evenly, between 4 or more characters. But if have the free time and are willing and able to play the same character across two servers, you'll probably be all right. Or you could play two totally different characters, but you'll just want to keep in mind that will also slant how your experience goes. The other thing I would recommend for those opting to play on both servers is to consider that what you're experiencing on each server is going to be only a sampling of that server's RP community. I would not write off an entire server - either Balmung or Gilgamesh - based on some lackluster RP early on. It sounds like both servers will have multiple groups and if one doesn't mesh well on one server it might be worthwhile to research some others first before selecting a full-time server. thanks! I guess you're right, i will have to see for myself. I'll try it out with two characters and if one fails i will at least have something to fall back on! thanks for the advice again