Val

I have one of my more, ah.. malevolent characters do this. They aren't tattoos so much as he uses a brush to paint ritualistic signs all over his body. That way, should someone disarm him, he's still able to channel his spells. I balance it out by saying that, since it is the components in the ink and not the ink itself, he only has so many casts before they run out of juice.

Feel free to check out Melfice's wiki he seems like he'd be able to get along with either of them. The wiki is in my sig of course!

Val hadn't been able to get much sleep since that day in the Quicksand; the one where Verad had proclaimed himself to be Eorzea's Greatest Lover. It rubbed Val the wrong way. How could that man seriously call himself the greatest lover. If anything, it should be him! Alas, Verad had pointed out something very true: There were no books written about Val's exploits in making love, whereas Verad had at least one (that he'd no doubt written himself). ...Val wasn't much of a writer, nor did he really know his way around books. He didn't even know how to go about getting one written, much less published and sold throughout Eorzea. Honestly, Val didn't even know what "publishing" was. What he did know, however, is that Verad had sold a giant pile of Lalafel lust novels to the Company upon their first meeting, something about a shipping error--whatever that was. Luckily for him, Val knew precisely where these books were kept. For the next few days, Val would remain late in his office to "finish up paperwork," which wasn't entirely a lie. He would pull one of the large sacks out from under his bed, which contained only a sampling of the total books, and write in them with ink and quill. When he finished, he tore the original cover off and used his own sewing techniques (which were actually quite impressive; another skill he'd never admit to) to bind a new cover to it. The title was simply, "val nunh iz gratizt luvr in eyorzeeuh". He repeated this process for each book until he'd finished and, when Verad was out one day, slipped into the man's room and dumped all of the books in his floor. Should Verad happen upon them and decide to actually read them, he'd find that only the first page was written on in all of them. They all contained different things; it was a volumed set! First edition, all for Verad! They contained marvelous things such as: "val nunh iz gretizt luvr" "val nunh iz betr et luvn den vehraid" "nu won cumperz 3 val nunh en behd" Some seemed to be written from the perspective of others: "wun dey i wuz en brahnz laik n i thot titen wuz ataken but den ey herd fey mone n new it wuz jest val shayken wirld wif hiz luv" "i herd hi mekz fey soh wet dat luhveyuhthan gitz jeluz" "dey sey hi mekz hur screm soh lowd itz liek siren iz sumond i pee uh litl sumtimz cuz i thenk shi iz" After a while he seemed to have gotten bored, drawing little squiggly lines next to them and often showing crude stick-figure diagrams to illustrate precisely what he'd been doing during his personal time with his ladies. Some of the phrases were written horizontally, some vertically, and some diagonal. Some had smiley faces drawn beside them, and some a circle with an oval at the top that might have been a thumb's up. Val left the office with a smile on his face. That'll show 'em.

I'm 25 on my console ;-; it's a shame I'm not able to play with you guys.

Yah. I'm so angry I'm seriously considering cancelling my subscription. I'm so upset and disappointed. This was the one thing I was looking forward to for this last month. Yeah I'm expecting a lot of blowback from this. How could they dare call it this and then not deliver. People are going to be so pissed.

Well. Grats, assholes.

Yeah this is kind of the problem I have with people refusing to let their character be killed/captured/whatever. You can't just be a douche IC and then expect to get away clean or not have repercussions for the actions the character took. I, for one, and completely fine with Val or any of my characters being permanently killed. It kind of goes along with the territory of RPing that character's life out and seeing where it takes them. To be honest, I'm surprised someone hasn't tried to take poor Val-pal out already with as much of an asshole as he is, though certain people in his life are doing a very good job at turning him around. That being said, I'm also not against someone going through the ringer to "revive" him, but it wouldn't just be a day, couple of days, or couple of weeks-long process. I imagine a revival would take some time, and it would be something that multiple people have to want, and it would leave the character with scars upon being revived. And it's definitely not something that I'll allow to happen multiple times. Once, MAYBE twice depending on how I feel at that point, but I imagine then the character would be too far gone. I think that the revival RP in of itself offers a great RP opportunity for the character, their loved ones, and people around that character. I think I would definitely allow the character at least that one, but I wouldn't initiate it. People would have to care about him or her enough to WANT to do it.

Val had nearly fallen asleep during the Harbingers' weekly company meeting, but he wasn't so out of it that he didn't hear the need for people to submit drink recipes for their menu. He watched as everyone filed out, the cogs in his head already turning in order to create his masterful list of alcoholic beverages. The night also ended like many nights before, with Val following Faye to her office and dealing with the various business of the members for however long it would take. When they finished, Val insisted that he stay to finish work of his own. He crept into his room and sat down at his desk, looking at the pieces of blank parchment in front of him along with the inkwell and quill as if they were surgeon's tools. "Y'got this Val," he thought to himself, "Just a bit'f writin'. Ain' nothin' hard 'bout it." After what must have been a good hour of psyching himself up, Val removed the quill from the inkwell and began to write. A few more hours and a good basket full of crumpled up papers later, Val silently crept to the company board and posted his masterpiece. It read as follows: [align=center]Uhnahneemuz Drenk Lizt[/align] [align=left] vahdkuh - it haz vahdkuh in et n et iz gud if u wont 2 get drank fezt wyn - i luv wyn cuz it iz faevurfel n haz gud test n mm soh gud ber - plen n test lyk piz but sum pepel lyk et wizki - et iz gud 2 drenk wen faye iz med at u n u fel bed n wont 2 furgit n ur soree n u hev no ples 2 goh u r sed likor - wut i wont 2 do itz o k i gez i her wizki iz sem bot i don no i c pepel esk 5 likor n dohn git wizki [/align]

Val gave Jacques a look of something in between interest and confusion. Then, his mismatched eyes focused on Faye while he played back the man's words in his head. At first, Val had seemed it to be quite ignorant to simply.. stand there and take a hit in order to fulfill one's duty. In a time not too long ago, he saw himself far more precious than any sort of reward that could be given for risking himself for another. And yet, for the lady standing there, he'd done it time and time again, often without giving a second thought to his actions. He'd do it again if he had to. The Seeker smiled as he continued to watch his lady, momentarily mesmerized by her beauty and actions coupled with the words Jacques had spoken echoing in his head. This all lasted a moment or two before he remembered that he should probably respond. She would want him to be courteous, after all. "Guess I can understand where they're comin' from. ..Sorta. I ain' gonna go an' get m'self killed f'no reason. Ain' nothin' great 'bout that. But if it means protectin' someone I care for, well. Fuck it, y'know? I'mma die some day, may's well be so someone I care for can keep on goin'."

Chiane had stated that she'd be less interesting than fruits and nuts, and that immediately caused Val's ears to droop along the back of his head and he gave little more than a look of utter despair. Wonderful. Now he'd be fighting sleep from a boring tour and an individual that held no more value than a pistachio, if she were being honest about herself. ..But then they started talking about combat and training, and that was certainly something that caught his attention. His ears lifted and he grew far more alert, taking in the words that they'd spoke back and forth. "They ain' doin' nothin' wrong then," he stated as they began to file through, his left hand lifting to rest along the small of Faye's back to gently guide her in ahead of him. "S'what fightin' is, kinda. Learnin' t'dance an' t'be all quick an' stuff is part of it." He gave pause to run his gaze over the sorted array of weaponry, certainly noticing the lack of ranged weapons. Judging by the demeanor of the rest of the room, Val certainly knew they were in a place not meant for the eyes of most and, with the weaponry before them, he suddenly wished he'd brought his own. Nevertheless, he nodded toward the shelves, "Wi' weapons like that, it'll come in handy."

Val Nunh Val speaks with a slight slur, as most people know. This is because he grew up as a tribal Miqo'te and spoke their own language without having a lot of outside influence. His travels eventually took him to Gridania and, from there, he stowed aboard an airship to Limsa. He picked up bits and pieces of dialogue from Gridania and, knowing at least to communicate via basic language, fell in with a gang of thieves/cutthroats/whatever in Limsa. That's more or less where everything fell in. He picked up their way of speech and it ended up slurring together with his own lack of knowledge to create Valspeech. He doesn't do metaphors. I assure you that I've done this looong before Guardians, and it's usually caused some very interesting and humorous RP. He can't count or write very well. He's in the process of learning, but he's purposely halting ever fully learning. Why? Because he likes seeing Faye laugh and smile when she tries to read the notes he secretly sends to her, and doesn't want to lose that connection between them. You'd also have to kill him to ever get him to admit any of that. When he's nervous, he rubs the back of his head. Sometimes he really knows what he's talking about when he acts dumb. He just likes to antagonize people, and it's the only way he can keep doing so without Faye catching on and reprimanding him for it. He's smarter than he looks!

After beating the game and having nothing to do but spam the same four dungeons or PvP, I'd say it's relatively lackluster. While I enjoy the game and have had a lot of fun playing it, I can't help but feel that in the end they only shipped half a game. It has small little parts of a lot of aspects of different genres of games, but all of them only feel about half-completed. The worlds themselves are incredibly tiny and just feel restrictive. There's not a lot of variety in weapons; you get the same two or three types per weapon slot. The story is more or less nonexistent, and I honestly expected much more from Bungie in regards to this. Maybe they'll expand on this in the future with the upcoming DLC. I will say that the classes are fun. Rather than there only being three classes like most people feel, there are three "types" (warrior, rogue, mage) and each type has two subclasses. I am currently a level 20 Hunter, and the Hunter can either be a Gunslinger or a Bladedancer. The other types have subclasses as well, and there's a spot for a third I'm sure they'll be adding for each. I like to think of them as specialization trees. I actually hated being Gunslinger but, as soon as I unlocked Bladedancer, I fell in love. All in all, despite all of the complaints I mentioned, I still have a lot of fun playing the game. When I'm soloing, I honestly feel like the game is relatively lackluster and I've already grown bored with repeating the same dungeons over and over. When I'm with friends, though, I have a wonderful time. I just hope they can add more content because, as of now, it feels incredibly incomplete, a-la Activision.

HNNNNGHYESPLEASEMAKEITHAPPENMYFAVORITESERIESEVER except for maybe Legacy of Kain BUTHNGHPLZ

Val at least tried to seem captivated didn't seem to care in the slightest about what Jaques was showing them, at least as far as the man's words were concerned. He did manage to scope out areas being shown, letting his multicolored gaze cast itself along the rooms in search of anything that might be considered even remotely dangerous. Nothing so far. ..But there had to be something, right? He began to grow rather tired as the tour continued, unable to get an ample amount of rest thanks to Faye rousing him earlier. Just his luck, it was only when his right hand lifted to cover a yawn--manners that Faye must have taught him--did Chiane appear. He also knew, thanks to the woman's constant teaching and lecturing, that it was rude to yawn in front of someone. She'd also told him to be on his best behavior, and thus began the lengthy battle of Val trying to abort Mission Yawn. It wasn't something that was easily won. In fact, Val failed miserably. When he was unable to shut his mouth mid-yawn, he instead tried to talk over the noise. "NAAAAAHce tah see ya," he replied, finishing the yawn half-sentence. He was left to stand there wide-eyed and well aware of his mistake. He shot a glance to Faye in hopes she'd be light on reprimanding him.

Val had, in fact, begun to doze off. It was only due to Faye's conscientious efforts that he managed to rise up from his spot on the sofa and follow closely behind. Much like before, the Seeker would not speak and he opted to allow Jacques to lead the way and follow closely behind his betrothed. Should any of them take any heed to Val, they might notice his bi-colored eyes cast down to catch a glimpse of Faye's backside whenever he thought he could steal a glance without being caught. He was a guard, but he was also a man and had an immeasurable appetite for certain things. Ever still, the Seeker's ears remained perked and he forced himself to recall that he was in possible enemy territory with little more than a couple of fists, witty words, and good looks to get them both out of trouble. Despite how pleasant the hosts had been so far, he still wasn't very trusting of them. That would be something that came far, far later in their companionship should it ever reach that. Judging by how much his significant other was fawning over them and theirs, it seemed that it would be the case.

You're most welcome! Sadly, I'm absolutely horrid at math so CS wasn't really an option for me. Thankfully, I don't necessarily need to have a CS degree in order to take up ethical hacking and go into working with servers and doing a bunch of terminal or be a white-hat. Edit: Thanks for the comments about the wiki! You can thank the lovely Tiergan for the large drawing of Val, and of course I have the others listed as well if you hover the mouse over the pictures. I think some of them are still taking commissions! I actually considered throwing Mel at you for a scientist/work environment, as he enjoys studying things using aether but isn't necessarily the most pure of individuals. As for designing your own wiki, I say take it slow. Kind of snoop around, see what you like and just kind of go with it. You've obviously been around long enough to get a good feel of what may or may not be OP, and this community is pretty great. People (myself included) would be more than happy to answer your questions if you wish to ask them!

System.out.println("Welcome to Balmung!"); I, too, am an undergraduate and soon to be graduate, though I'm going the CIS route. Ethical hacking intrigued me so much that I'm trying to pursue that side more than anything. You can check out any of my character's wikis if you wish (located in my signature) or you're welcome to just drop me a line sometime if you wanna chat

"Cupcake" is a term of endearment that a friend of mine used to call absolutely ever girl he ever came across, thus why I have Val do it. I always found it humorous and I haven't spoken to the guy in three or four years I miss him.

Val, too, had noticed Jacques returning. While he had absolutely nothing to offer to the conversation at hand, as if he really cared to give more than he'd already spoken on, he chose to spend the time pouring himself a glass of water. After all, it must have been safe if the Elezen was drinking from it as well. Right? He leaned back after, returning the grin in kind to Faye and going back to being his usual silent, alert self. The water did wonders to take that horrid taste that the tea brought out of his mouth and awaken him. At the subject that was being spoken on, Val knowing all too well what his Princess spoke of, he gave only bow of his head. One might also notice the slight droop of his ears, a look of pity falling over his features. More than most knew, the two needed and quite often fed on one another due to their own past issues.

I don't take a lot of solo photos, so here's some of myself with the lady and whatnot:

Val was losing his fight to stay awake. Already, his head had begun to wilt and droop not unlike that of a flower. Faye had likely seen this act from him more than enough to know what was going on, should she try to knock him out of it. ...And yet, there was something he could easily relate to. Something that Vaughn had said caught his attention. The Seeker's interest piqued and he lifted his head, ears going alert once more. He stared intently at the man, tilting his head this way and that. Was that...? Yes, yes it was. He recognized the tone of voice; the way that one spoke about the one they adored. A tilt of his head allowed his attention to fall upon the beauty at his side, a soft smile creeping along his features as he admired hers. "I know what y'mean," the Seeker said without actually looking to Vaughn. "Th'Princess here managed t'save me from, ah. M'self, I guess y'could call it. So I've been wi' 'er ever since." He finally managed to look back to the Elezen, "I owe 'er a lot, y'know. S'why I put 'er before everythin' else."

There was a hint of anger that flashed across his features, knowing all too well that they were getting a laugh at his expense, though it soon fell into something far more placid when the lady scooted closer against him. Perhaps they could tell that she did a great job of putting him at ease and controlling his mood, and an even greater job of teaching him to keep his mouth shut. Far too many times had he caused fights with his harsh words and mannerisms. His mismatched eyes of blue and gold followed Jaques as he left the room, immediately suspicious of the man. While he had caught on to the man's uneasy demeanor that was not unlike his own, Val had to remember that they were severely outnumbered should anything happen. All it would take was one poisoned "whatever he wanted" or a slip of sleeping potion in his beverage and he'd be unable to protect his lover. Some might consider it to be paranoia, though Val was thinking from experience. It wouldn't be the first time someone had done it. "Nah," he finally managed, though it took the force to move mountains to will his lips apart and speak the word. "Ate before I left an' all that. M'fine wi' just listenin' an' lettin' you lot talk about whatever it is y'wanted t'talk about." And there it was. Faye had finally began the discussion, and he prepared to battle his greatest opponent yet: Sleep.

Val wanted to know one thing: Why the hell did everyone around here love tea so much? It seemed that everywhere he went, one person or another was serving tea. It's no wonder that Faye came to love the beverage while he, not one to be very used to noble society and its high standards, had only managed to taste it a handful of times. Like many other things that he'd seen this eve, he hated it. ..But he absolutely loved Faye's adoration, and knew that he'd receive none of it if he was outright rude to their hosts. He leaned forward to accept the offered tea, a look of mistrust given to what was meant to be a source of refreshment. For the Seeker, however, it was only a vile-tasting beverage. He lifted the cup and, after observing Faye, mimicked her actions to the best of his abilities. Val gave a small swirl of the cup, though almost overdid it and nearly sent the contents sloshing out of the cup and into his lap. That would have been painful. He took a sniff of a drink and flared his nostrils, the scent invading his already sensitive nose and lingering there long enough for him to make a displeased face. Then, he took a sip. His features scrunched up and became something far more of a frowning scowl, giving his full attention in an accusatory manner to the cup that he held. His lips parted several times, tongue running over the top of his mouth in order to wipe away as much of the taste from it as he could before finally looking back to the two Elezen, forcing an incredibly uneasy half smile in their direction. ...Maybe they would think he liked it, right?

While Faye seemed to be rather enamored with their facility, Val could have cared less. He didn't take the time to admire the colors and the strong scent of the candles did well to override his own senses and mask whatever it was they might have been hiding. ..At least, that's the first thing that caught Val's attention. As they wandered about, he kept himself close to her. He felt far too vulnerable in his attire to ever feel comfortable in a stranger's home. He hated it here. The food looked like something his food ate, the mathematics confused him, the smells made him feel light-headed, and there were far too many people around for his tastes. Uncomfortable went nowhere near how it all made him feel. Then again, none of this was really for him. He was only here as acting guardian and chaperone for Miss Covington, and thus kept his opinions and comments to himself. He did notice the drinks being carried out and the man that carried them. Moreso did he recognize the hint of that slip-up. He narrowed his eyes at the Elezen and pointedly stared at the cups as they were being poured. Did they look discolored? Did they have a strange scent to them? He couldn't tell with all of these damnable candles. He silently accepted Faye's offer, but only because he knew the lady would fuss at him should he refuse. They'd been together long enough for him to know that much, and thus knew that arguing with her was either a losing battle or would provoke her anger. He all but fell down onto the couch next to the lady with little to no grace involved in the movement. As he was so often used to, the Seeker's arm curled about her waist and almost possessively pulled her against him, as if to give a silent statement to all of those present. His free hand remained awkwardly at his lap, unsure of what he should do with it. His tail curled up to rest off to the side so as not to be smashed between himself and Faye, and those furry ears remained perked high into the air. The only thing regal about the Seeker seemed to be his rather straightened posture as he sat, though that was likely because he was on edge and ready to move at a moment's notice.

It's kind of a first person console-based MMO-like game. ..Sorta.