Fen

I'll be preparing my own drawing of A'khenna, for when Art Trades are available! I hope it's alright, I... like, seriously suck at colouring. I can do shading with pencil or pen, but I ruin everything I colour. So basically... I'll try to work out specifics with you, but unless you want it to be sucktacular, colour is probably a no-go. >_

Sorry, Interweb's still out. HOPEFULLY it'll be back by the next tourney, but if not, I'll obviously have to miss, again... *dying*

The Elezen extends his hand up to the Miqo'te that offered hers and lifts himself up. He smiles cheerfully with a wave of his hand, "Eeeeh, doncha worry about, lass. Not the first time a dame-... er... person 'as drawn a weapon on me, won't be the last! No 'arm, no foul, right?" At this, he looks to the others, "'Ello, all. Sorry to, ah... drop in on y'all."

((Sorry, guys, my Internet has gone out. Continue without me, I'll post when I can. >_<))

Sadly, something -does- have to change. Two days out of the week doesn't seem like a big deal or anything but I have a baby and trying to force him to go to sleep early on nights he doesn't want to sleep is not conducive to a good mother-baby relationship. I'm always worried the tourney's not going to get off the ground without me. Not to mention as they are now they're incredibly chaotic and even I see that. Enjoyable, yes, but chaotic. There just has to be more that can be done. Changes -are- necessary, but in conjunction to them, additions are what I'm looking at and there don't have to be many but there will be a few. Likely I will just combine one or two of the ideas and use them for blood matches and the rest'll be IC things. Oh, okay, I see what you're saying, then.

I would just put it out there that... the current model for the Grindstone is pretty awesome as it is. New innovation isn't necessarily... um... necessary, at this point, in my opinion. Cool ideas are cool, but the Grindstone doesn't necessarily have to change in some big way. Just my two gil, of course.

The Elezen man motions to the other of his race, taking his eyes away from the bow and arrow. "Ma'am, do I seem like the bad sort to you? Look, I've even go' adorably messy hair! Is this the hair of a dastard?" he asked, smiling cheerfully. In his mind, he cursed at his frankly pathetic attempt at gaining trust.

I'm gonna jump on the bandwagon and go along with the FC Tourney idea. If a way could be worked out to keep chat manageable, that is. 2 vs. 2 also sounds pretty amazing, but once again, chat could be an issue to work out, considering there are two extra combat posts for each combatant to pay attention to. And I think the unarmed-only combat sounds fun. *is biased* As far as new ideas... hm... How about mud wrestling in only skivvies? I've got nothing, sorry...

So, to directly answer the original question based on prior responses: Yes, there are plenty of good characters out there, scattered about. I have three, myself, between the games I play (Fen, the more-or-less chaotic good, Yayaan, the "pragmatic hero" archetype [goodness debatable for him], and Itansha in Rift, who pretty much just wants to make sure people are safe.) And no, "Good Guys" are not boring to play. Good Guys CAN be boring to play, but that's generally a problem with how they're played, not their alignment. A Bad Guy CAN be boring to play, as well. OR a Neutral character. From swtor, I knew plenty of Jedi characters who didn't break the rules, but were still interesting characters to be around.Good characters tend to be some of my favourite to rp as or with (Itan and some of his friends in Rift, Fen here, Siobhain, several Jedi/Republic characters in swtor, etc)

Hey, running a wee bit behind, but I will try to be there! It may just be a bit late, like, 10, 15 minutes after the official start.

Will try to be there!

The Elezen man lifted himself slowly onto his hands and knees, muttering to himself, "Bugger, if my father saw tha', he'd shoot me 'imself." He looked up to the Miqo'te pair, smiling cheerfully, if not a tad nervously, "I was passin' through on my way to a village... somewhere out 'ere. Then I 'eard footsteps, an' I thought they might've belonged ta bandits or somethin'. But then I slipped. And fell. It was... actually a bit fun, sans... y'know, the bloody sand in my mouth and the arrow pointed a' me." At this, he looked warily at the bow and arrow held by the elder sister, "Er... really... no 'arm meant, I'm an adventurer, I'm not in the business a' hurtin' innocent people. May Nymeia cut my thread, should I lie."

My main since I played swtor exclusively has been Fen (Fen'ris in swtor, Fenenoix here). The current version of Fen is Neutral Good with chaotic leanings... not quite independent enough to be Chaotic, but still stubborn in his individuality. And he is so... so... so much fun to play. He's quirky, he's stubborn, he's impulsive, he's snarky... and that's what a lot of people miss abut good characters. They equate "good" with "shallow," as if the only defining characteristic of a character is "Oh, he's a good guy." No! Good guys are (or should be) as multi-dimensional as any neutral or evil character! Look at fiction: You have the prudent but sarcastic Obi-Wan, you have the naive but protective Alphonse Elric, heck, you have the Doctor. People assume that to be a good character, that's the only thing about them: they're good, and they do good stuff. Poof. Character done. But no, that isn't true at all. /endrant

Seventh Day of the Fifth Umbral Moon ...I’m trusted. I don’t know the last time I was seriously trusted. It’s… weird… Klara trusts me, which I found mildly surprising, considering the spectacle she just saw prior. Don’t you dare give me that look, journal. That other woman is strange, and she puts me a bit off. And she has issues with personal space. And she uses words I don’t understand. Klara says she trusts me, though. I’ll not betray that. More surprising is that Cold Flame seems to trust me. At least a small bit. Tiny bit. Wee tiny bit. I can’t say I was expecting that. This is really weird, though, all she did was toss me a bag of linkpearls, but I feel honoured by it. Maybe a step in the right direction. I really would like to be useful. And They still haven’t come back. They didn’t come back right away when I was in Gridania, so I suppose they still could… but… here feels different. I’ve been praying, as usual, and I’ve not felt any tug or nudge away from the city… in fact, the opposite. I want to stay here. Klara is here. The Grindstone is here. For now, I’m here.

*DIES OF CUTE SEVERAL TIMES OVER*

"You are useless to me." - Siobhain "I see. Suddenly, the river is looking interesting, again." -Fen

I recommend Madoka Magica... I recently finished watching and it's a good series if you're ready to go, "Wait... what... wait... WHAT? The... the hell just happened? That's... what... Okay, next episode!" Seriously. If the series isn't infamous enough that its reputation precedes it, be warned. It's rather dark.

Once again: Fenenoix, but in more complete form: The Tenth Doctor Kinda silly, takes most things in stride. Enthusiastic, with a really compassion towards people. Mixed with: Let's face it... Fen rambles... and sometimes, he's an idiot. And some of: Fen kinda draws on Ed's snark and his bouts of immaturity. Of course, as soon as crap hits the fan, it's on. (The swtor version of Fen even had metal limbs, though the similarity wasn't intentional.)

Halfway down the slope, the Elezen lost his balance further and fell on his face, sliding down the latter half of the dune head first. As he slid to a stop near the two Miqo'te, he lifted his head and spit a bit of sand from him mouth. The young man blinked up at the readied bow with a grimace. "Oy! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I 'ave so much to live for! I've a wife an' kids an'... Wait, no, I don't have either of those... Um... Still don't shoot!" he rambled on, remaining on his stomach while lifting his hands.

Slowly, a lanky Elezen in a dark brown coat and tan turban marched his way through the desert. Green eyes sparkled in the sunlight from behind messy blonde hair that fell in front of his forehead. Feet wrapped in leather sandals, the young man walked... and walked... and walked. "Sand, sand, and more bloody sand," he said with a mild sneer to himself, "The guild could 'ave warned me that the bloody village was this far in. I was the one daft enough to take it on, though... But gods, all this sand! And the bloody heat's more of a bugger than it is in the city..." Slowly, the Duskwight came to a stop. He heard something. Footsteps? Other footsteps. Several feet. And a chocobo? Definitely a chocobo. Further off. Could just be merchants... Probably just merchants... A caravan... no... no, that's only a few people at most, that's no caravan... What merchant in their right mind would go out here without a full caravan? Thieves? Bandits? Raiders? What's to steal or raid out here? The next settlement is at least a malm or so... Curiosity got the better of him. Carefully, the Elezen trekked up a sand dune, towards the soft sound of footsteps. He soon caught sight of two Miqo'te hurrying along. Just the two of them? Surely, they're not serious. They're in a hurry, looks like. Do they need help? "Hulloooooooo, down there!" he shouted cheerfully, before losing his footing and sliding down the dune towards the pair.

Tada! It's a Fen. :3

Having been increasingly involved in the group, they definitely have my mark of approval. Not just really fun events, but especially awesome people. <3

Fen nodded to the group and and wandered off as the other Elezen came up. He had some business to attend to with a merchant, and the man didn't like being kept waiting.

Sixth Day of the Fifth Umbral Moon Today was… long. Hard. And not from fighting. I didn't do any of that, today. But gods, if I've ever had a longer, more tiresome day, show it to me now. A lot to think about… No one really cares, do they? That I’m Ala Mhigan? There was such a pride inside the city, I just assumed that was normal everywhere. Is it not? I’m Ala Mhigan. It means I’m strong. Honorable. Courageous. But if that doesn't matter, what am I? If I don’t have any of that to live up to, then… then I’m only me. I don’t want to only be me… “Me” is weak, he can’t protect anyone. Not really. “Me” is deceitful. “Me” is a coward. ...Maybe I’m all of those things, regardless. I need to stop this bloody sulking! People are going to see it! Then they’ll… what will they do? Really, I forget, sometimes, why I save face. Because they’ll think I’m weak? Soft? Pathetic? Bah. They’d be right. No! No, I need to stop this! I’m only weak because I keep this sulking! I need to think of how to help myself. No else will do that for me. I need to be strong. Not because I’m Ala Mhigan. Because… because why? I’ll figure that out some other time, I guess...

*DIES OF CUTE*