Nahue

I always hated seeing threads like this and it's what kept me from registering here. After most of the backhanded comments and new player head hunting died down is when I decided to join HRC. I can't help but to feel bad now since deciding on Gilgamesh is stepping on some people's toes. I wish everyone could just have more tact on both sides. It's suppose to be a community right? Why should you feel bad about picking the server YOU want to play on? It's no one else's decision so don't feel bad for it.

Cheers! Summed up my thoughts more eloquently than I could. >>; Balmung can be intimidating, but at the same time, the 'old-timers' from 1.0 are already likely outnumbered by the amount of new RPers (and non-RPers, so 1-10 won't be that lonely, that's for sure..) joining us there. Cliques are going to exist anywhere you go, and are likely already forming within the Gilgamesh community as well. You just have to take that step, and trust that you will be welcomed--which will be the case on either server. In the end it's your choice. So while I am saying its not impossible, I am definitely saying that I won't stand for it at all and show you the door if you are involved with what me and others are doing to facilitate a non elitist environment on Gilgamesh. Do you even understand what elitism means? Cause you are doin' it now.

Hey! Even if it is my fault, you'll be glad you took the time to write those paragraphs. Welcome and I look forward to Rping with you

Nahue Tanner Height: 5 fulms 8 ilms. Weight: ~145 ponz. Body: Slender yet toned. Hair: Silver with platinum highlights. Scruffy. Eyes: Silver. Skin: Light Chocolate Scars/Markings: Where his right arm used to be is now a stump. There is a large scar on his upper arm where it was severed. In public, he uses a prosthetic, wearing his overcoat and a glove to hide the injury. Clothes: Standard clothes for a mechanic. Usually just overalls, a pair of work boots, gloves, and goggles. Demeanor: Nahue is a warm and friendly individual when with someone he knows. When he is around strangers or large groups of people he is very shy, rigid and introverted. He will keep to himself and stick to observing unless spoken to. He is a very curious person, often asking many questions and being nosy.

I'd love to see Nahue done in your style. It's very unique and I love how you use colours. Can't wait to see more from you! http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/wiki/index.php?title=Nahue_Tanner

Quickly followed Vale, linking her arm with his, "So about this next job.."

"Before we can go upward, we must go onward to the ship. So no, its onward and upward." She nods.

Yawned, standing up slowly and stretching. "About time to get back to the ship don't you think?" She smiled, looking to Vale.

Shifts her eyes upward to look at Vale, "What's the next tip? Or are you not going to tell me again?"

She shrugs, "Kind of a stupid thought ya know.. he's probably finished by now." Isabel smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder, "Cid is a smart cookie."

Her nose crinkled at his response as she slowly leaned closer towards him, "Liar~"

She looks to Vale, wrapping her arm around his, her face contemplative, "Watcha thinkin' about?"

"Too much of anything isn't healthy. Doesn't mean you can't have them in moderation." She nods.

"I think you're overemphasizing my statement." Isabel re-clarified.

Isabel piped in, "Never said adorable was bad, just that too much probably wouldn't be healthy option for the Captain." Her eyes moved to Vale, before taking a sip from her mug.

She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips as Vale glanced at her before making the 'adorable' comment. "I'm going to side with Bob on that comment, however the one who would be maimed and or killed wouldn't be the adorable one, if you catch my drift." She smirked, before waving down the bartender for another mug of water.

Isabel had been leaning most of her weight against Vale, so that when he had moved, she stumbled a bit, falling to the side. She quickly regained her balance, standing up looking like nothing had happened, along with the 'dusting off' of her clothes as a way to play it off. She spoke in return to Vale's declaration with a nonchalant tone. "..To..adventure." She held up her mug of water unenthusiastically.

Isabel winces as Scrya performs healing magic on her arm, her eyes wide in amazement after seeing not a scratch on her now healed forearm. She brought it closer to her face, inspecting it, running her hands along her skin. "Nifty." She looked to the Miqo'te and gave a small bow, "Thank you." She smiled, moving back over to Vale, leaning against his shoulder gently. "A very nice addition to our crew."

She leaned over the bar, looking to Dandelion, "He's sugar-coating it." She faced the other Miqo'te, walking slowly over to her holding her right arm in front of her. "It's in pretty bad shape. I stitched up as best as I could though." She unwrapped the gauze on her forearm, a deep gash along the length, and slices in circles around her wrist all the way to her elbow, all haggardly stitched shut. It was pretty obvious that there was dried blood covering her wounds, "Did I mention I took some medicine to curb the pain? Cause it hurts."

"Uh huh. Tell that to me when you are looking over the edge of the airship." She smirks, turning to finish her water.

Isabel just gives a small grin as Vale talks, piping in as he finishes. "Doesn't really suit my tastes." She shrugs, looking at Vale as he cants his head. She'd take her left hand and gently smack him on the back of the head. "You dissolve one situation only to get yourself in another you idiot." She spoke with a light-hearted tone, but he knew full well of her meaning. She shifted her weight, her body language showing no desire to deal with Vale at the moment.

"I'll hold you to that you know." She gave a small smile, shaking her head as he ordered another brandy.

Isabel turned to face Vale, giving him a look that could mean only one thing, "You are stupid." She took another sip of her water, before holding her right arm up to his face. "How is this okay? Remember the whole bleeding profusely and almost having it amputated? 'Cause I do." Her voice sounded more irritated than before. Her hands moving to close around his hand that thumbs-upped. "Don't make a promise you can't keep..." She blushed at the compliment, looking at him with a sigh as he finished his sentence. "I thought you -have- been looking into the tips beforehand..." She dropped her head, looking once more at her mug of water. "Men."

The door to the pub creaked open once more, a crimson haired hyur entered, her hand running through her cropped hair. She tilted her head back revealing her hazel eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration. She walked over to the blond hyur, leaning against the bar next to him. She looked to the bartender and nodded, "Just a water please." Her gaze moved to the slightly shorter hyur standing next to her, giving a small sigh before speaking. "Why is it that all you can think about is treasure after almost getting killed by those things?" Her eyes traveled to her right forearm, a dark burgundy color tarnishing the white gauze bandage. She took the mug of water in her hands, taking a small sip. "Do you even care Vale?" Her voice sounds more disappointed than upset, her eyes aimed towards the mug.

*waves*