Dreamer

I'm with Iroh on this. The scar thing has been done to death. If people want scars with significant meaning then they need to come up with something more original than "I was whipped.".

Ah thanks. Will do as soon as ready. ; (*tries to ignore the fact that no one has complimented his note design that he worked so very hard on.*)

Hot dog I love cider! Going to be checking back every five minutes now. :cheer:

This brings up another point I've been thinking about and that's that a lot of people seem to RP a relationship straight out of a B rated manga. Now I'm a fan of some anime and manga, but for the most part I think it's safe to say that most of the writing is complete garbage. No one behaves realistically and the whole "does-he-doesn't-he, will-she-won't-she?" sort of plot carries out way, way too long. I said it jokingly before, but I was actually dead serious and that's I really do blame the manga. If you read it, fine, but don't replace it with actual books. :study:

PSN = Halbdunkelwolf Don't really have many online games on it I play though.

I'm still wary of RP relationships because, as I stated in the last thread, in my experience people seem to become too emotional involved and put themselves into their character. For whatever reason, they begin viewing themselves as the character and believe that an actual relationship that can carry over into real life has been formed. Again, let me state that I do not necessarily not support relationships being started from internet means, however the fact is that RP is a game just like any other and should not be viewed as something real, and it should not be assumed that feelings or emotions being portrayed by a person's character is how she or he feels in real life. Always check and make sure that the person you plan to have some form of RP relationship with is the kind of person who is balanced enough to separate reality from fiction.

*checks calendar* Almost.

I always have a problem with "since" and "sense". For whatever reason, unless I'm checking myself, my mind always wants to put "sense" down automatically.

I never had a problem with being hacked, thankfully; but I did have a problem with hackers during PvP. So many speed hacks going on, it was tiresome. :frustrated:

Sounds good to me.

Thank you kindly.

Is there somewhere I can go so I can read about the Twelve in more detail? I don't really know much about them other than names.

I blame all the manga.

I think most "real" RPers feel this way. Of course, romance is fun, but it's not the end all be all of storylines. I have had plenty of people walk my guilds halls who were only there for romance RP, EVERY single one of them were giant attention whores. Aion's server Lumiel had a horde of people who just wanted to ERP 24/7. Got old real fast. I even blocked some players for it.

I hope to see more secret areas, like the ones they had in FFXI. Those rooms with the apparatuses in them were one of my favorite things in game.

On the flip side of all this though, I think the opposite can be true where someone creates a character so blatantly unique that it goes well past the point of being ridiculous.

As the twilight sun set herself down into the horizon, the stone buildings of Ul'Dah casted dragging shadows across the desolate landscape surrounding the city's walls. Like the stars that began emerging from the darkening sky, so too came the lights of the many taverns and gambling halls that lined the sinuous streets. Cheers from the arenas could be heard throughout the desert metropolis as the evening fights started, and the sound worked its way to the ears of denizens that dotted the many dark corners and alleyways that were hidden from unsuspecting eyes. In one alleyway in particular two hooded cloaked figures strode, side-by-side. The cloaks the two were wearing were worn almost to the point of shreds and the color they once had, was faded from years of use. Both of them stopped suddenly at a small clearing infront of an aged brick layered wall, where the alley way branched off in four different directions. The taller of the two figures pulled back the hood of his cloak, showing the face of a scruffy young man with raven like hair, and a bandage covering his right eye. Reaching into his shirt, he pulled out a rolled up parchment and unfolded it. His smaller companion, pulled back her hood as well, revealing silver hair and two cat-like ears that twitched back and forth, attempting to listen in all directions. The Miqo'te had a eye patch on her face covering her right eye as well, and she had a very prominent frown on her face. "Hey Dreamer...Wouldn't it have been better to put that somewhere where it would get more notice?" Dreamer was busy trying hard to drive a nail through the parchment and deep into the the soft mortar between the bricks that had weakened through the ages. "What are you talking about, Remedy? This spot is perfect! Exactly the spot where the right kind of people will find it, and the wrong people won't...hopefully." He couldn't help but grimace faintly at hearing his own words. Those wrong people seemed to be growing in numbers lately, and he had no desire to run into any of them during the rest of days. The bottom of Remedy's cloak moving signaled that her tail was sweeping side to side and told that she was having very similar thoughts. She peered over his shoulder, looking thoughtful. "I just hope our money didn't go to waste, considering how much that cost us." "Don't worry, once someone sees this word will spread and we'll have a crew in no time. Rumor is just as good a advertisement as flyers. Better even!" He was feining some of his optimism though. The paper had, admittedly, been more than he had predicted, but he refused to not use paper without a watermark of their new logo. Of course, that had left them with just enough to afford the one sheet. "Besides, this symbol is really cool..." He murmured to himself, unsure if he was trying to convince himself or not. If Remedy had heard him she gave no sign, "How is anyone going to even find us though? We didn't write an address or anything..." Dreamer finished wedging in the nail, and licked his thumb. "Of course not! That's part of the genius in it." He spun around suddenly, and faced her grinning widely. "People always like a good mystery, Rem, and there's nothing more mysterious than a secret group recruiting people through the means of a cryptic message on the wall." Remedy frowned up at him, her eyebrows furrowing together perplexed. "...But we're not really a secret if we're putting up a flyer." Dreamer shook his head and folded his arms. "That part doesn't matter. It's how others will view it is what's important. People will make reality what they want to make it." He thrust his hand in front of her face, holding up three fingers. "Look there are three main things people want in this world. One is love, two is fortune, and three is to feel special. I'm not the kind to go into the buisness of handing out love. Neither of us have any money currently. So that just leaves giving people that special feeling, and what's more special than being in a secret group promising adventure?" "I still don't get it..." She was rubbing the side of her head in aggravation. Dreamer smirked turning from her and started walking back the way they had come. "You will once we have a crew." She stood there for a moment blinking at his back before darting after him. "But we don't even have a ship yet!" Dreamer raised his hand to the sky, making a pistol sign while he marched onwards. "There's always a ship in the hearts of men!" He laughed heartily as they both sank back into the shadows. Introduction: Basic Info:

This is exactly what I meant, thanks. Also, because I said I would:

Okay, I'll get on that later.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm saying that I think the Primals appeared 25 years ago, then ten years later the Empire came to invade. Al Mhigo fell afterwards and shortly after that both parties fought, then the empire disappeared. This all took place 15 years ago, but that one particular passage on the site is not meant to be read as if it were 15 years ago. That's what I meant. Sorry, if I'm being confusing. ;

Yeah that's what I thought as well, but then I looked at the way they were writing it and it seemed to be a narration of a present point in time in which the Empire was invading. For example:

Going to Ul'dah! Gambling halls and arenas? How could I not choose it?