Berrod Armstrong

Coeurl seems to have a growing RP community, they even have a discord and regular weekly events!

I'm curious, what do you mean by 'Mateus is too big'? Are you looking for a smaller, closer-knit community? If so, I think Coeurl might serve you well!

Doing some writing for my DnD character and this just fits the mood...

You can also have him be from Abalathia's Spine as well. There's Hellsguard Warrior clans there, but there's absolutely nothing stopping you from having your character come from a Highlander clan/village up there as well! It's a big world out there, and your idea is plausible enough to make room for it!

So I checked my old art thread and it's a GIT DENG MESS. I've honestly come a bit of a way since then and wanted to occasionally offer commissions to people here on the RPC. I'm known mostly for NSFW stuff as Barascrawls on Tumblr and Twitter, but I do provide SFW artwork as well! I'll let my commission graphic do the talking for now! Berrod is a big buff dude, yes, and most of my body of works consists of that, but I'm capable of drawing other things as well! If you're wondering if I draw ladies, yes I do -- and I relish the opportunity. Regarding the 'budget portraits' mentioned in the graphic, they're usually quick, blue lined sketches that cost 15USD or less! Here's a couple examples: I even do non FFXIV stuff! You can contact my via a message here, to my tumblr , or via Discord ( Berrod#9532 ). If you're the e-mailing sort, you can reach me at [email protected] as well! I'll make posts below that serve as updates on whether I'm open or not, and list how many slots are available. There'll be art posted here as well...! At least the SFW stuff!

Hmm. Only two of my characters are straight males, but I've never really had any problems getting roleplay on them. I won't discount what you've experienced of course, but I'd like to add that perhaps 'being a 'straight male' may not be the entire reason why! There was some good advice up there, and honestly, walk-ups tend to be hit or miss, no matter how many people say they're open to them in their search info (that is another gripe entirely, I could go on and on about it...). I've also found that omitting sexual orientation information from my character's search info and bios delivers an entirely different experience. That might actually be a good test to see if that's why your character is being ignored! Anyway, I'm rambling.

The time has come to add some new blood to our ranks (and to the walls and floor, depending…)! What is the Astral Advent, you ask? We’re an adventuring Free Company that operates out of the Goblet in Thanalan, with the blessing of the Adventurer’s Guild. We got into trouble a lot – hell, our old Company was shut down because of it, but things are looking bright going forward! We’ll probably still get into trouble, but not the kind that involves mass unemployment. Maybe death, but at least you’d have died employed! No risk, no reward, so the adventurers say. We’ve had several adventures over the years, some of them lasted a couple weeks, while others have lasted moons. We’ve lost people along the way, good souls – but they’re never forgotten. It’s a part of the lifestyle, really…and if you hone your skills and keep your wits about you, it’s unlikely that you’ll meet that fate. We’re all inclusive in the sense that we are able to provide everything an adventurer needs once they complete jobs for us, and very inclusive regarding who we allow within our ranks. Of course – we have our limits. Void-touched, void-possessed, and pure-blooded Garleans need not apply. Sorry Garlean folks, while the company would be an ideal place for Garlean deserters, we’re obligated to forward those to the Eorzean Alliance so that those cases can be handled properly and transparently. We can’t ignore the political climate out there. Repatriated conscripts will be looked at on a case-by-case basis. Outside of the aforementioned, we’re pretty welcoming! I can imagine the leadership of the company cringing at that recruitment spiel…granted, it does set the tone. But yes! We’re recruiting. We’re looking for roleplayers on Balmung who enjoy a mix of slice-of-life and thrilling adventure, as well as interacting with a bunch of meme loving fuckssprightly individuals who are often eager to jump at the roleplay presented to them! We’ve recently ended our latest story arc, End of Agent which involved the destruction and shut-down of the old Astral Agency and the birth of the Astral Advent. The semi-IC portion gave a glance into what we are, but I feel the need to point out what we are not. Despite some opinions and impressions, we are not a ‘Bara’ or ERP FC. Take a look at the FC blog! You can get a decent idea of the kind of stuff we do. We have a heavy LGBTQIA presence, sure but – that just kind of happens when people from all over come together to play a game. We just have all sorts, and welcome all sorts. But oh no! Maybe you’ve heard we’ve had drama! A roleplay FC? Drama? In almost five years of operation? WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS LIE? GOTTA HIRE A HITMAN. Yes, we’ve had drama, and we have dealt with it as we saw fit, so it goes in a roleplay FC. The good news! The drama is rare! The better news? Half the time the drama doesn’t actually have anything to do with what is actually going on in the FC, and is only hearsay! I’m sure a lot of you know what that’s like. Sometimes people don’t like the way we do things – and that’s fine. There’s so much else out there to choose from! This is kind of a weird paragraph to have in a recruitment post, but honestly I feel like its something that should be said. BACK TO THE FUN STUFF. If you’re interested in recruitment, you can follow the link at the top of the blog to our application. It is a bit involved, but we honestly WANT TO ROOT OUT THE WEAKLINGS just want to make sure that people find the fit that they’re looking for. If you have any questions, feel free to leave a message here, or contact Berrod Armstrong, Sarij Rahzersyn or Cerina Borlaaq in game.

Shoulder tackling as a reminder that this is on soon!

Berrod saw the savage triumph in the dark eyes of his opponent when his leg swiped an ilm short of what would have been a finishing blow. The opposing Highlander had managed to push back at just the right moment, even after being led into the spot where he had stood. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Berrod at all -- he had been told that the man was skilled, and their intense bout had only served as proof. Caine was his name -- a greedy bastard of a Highlander who stood just ilms short of seven fulms. The man’s body was packed with dark muscle, draped in loose, flowing tan cloth that allowed both breath and motion. Quite a bit of that cloth had become stained with dirt, blood and sweat during the fight -- some of the blood and sweat were not his own. His dark brown hair was securely tied into a compact bun at the back of his head -- though a few strands had come loose and matted to the side of his scarred, bearded face. Inky black eyes regarded Berrod with nothing short of astonished killing intent. Berrod himself was dressed in ironic wares -- he’d donned a pacifist’s vest to meet his master that morning, only to be sent on a mission of murder. The gauntlets, bottoms and boots were of the standard Ala Mhigan variety. All of it was soaked with sweat and well-dusted. His exertions and rolling about on the floor had seen to that. Blood poured out his nose and smeared from a cut on his chin; it dripped to form a spotty, sweat-mingled delta upon the cleave of his chest. Two nasty, purple bruises marked his flank. The fight had taken its toll. Yet, his finishing move had come short -- just one ilm short, much to Caine’s wild delight. The follow-through of the kick had left Berrod’s flank exposed, an opportunity that the dark-eyed Highlander full well intended to exploit. It was no easy matter; several of the flurrying, spinning kicks prior to the final missed one had crashed hard against his guard -- one had even crashed right into his chest. Both of his arms screamed in agony and his breathing was a chore. Still… still his chance had come. His victory was assured. For that reason he met the Armstrong’s eyes with smug triumph...only to see a cold, murderous finality in the other monk’s green gaze. It was a chilling thing, that stare. Where Caine’s exultation had been wild and whooping, Berrod seemed to regard him in a manner that marked him as undeserving of life. In that bright green there was no remorse, no deliberation. Just simple, solid, nigh mechanical purpose that revolved around utter confidence even in the face of apparent folly. Caine found himself only momentarily intimidated before pure fury took hold. His outraged served to put motion back into his battered arms. Biceps bunched, forearms corded, and all was set in motion for a twin strike that was meant to reduce Armstrong’s kidneys to paste. It was only after his arms pushed forward that he noticed the tiny, spherical distortion in the air between them. It had been left in the wake of Berrod’s leg, and in his haste to launch a counter-attack he had missed it entirely. The little sphere suddenly doubled in size, and with it came an alarming increase in wind-aspected aether. All at once it became clear where he stood in the outcome of their conflict; why Berrod’s gaze had remained so cold and confident -- why he seemingly had no qualms about missing the kick. There was no way to escape it; to stop it. Both his arms flanked the sphere -- just as it expanded into a spherical, cyclonic blast. The last sight Caine saw was that of both his arms being reduced to red mist and shattered bone by the expansion of the sphere. It was quick and painless. The resulting detonation of wind and lightning aspected aether flung Berrod back several yalms. He had yet to perfect the technique to the point of actually landing properly, and therefore tended to count on it as a finisher. The aftermath left him far too slow and vulnerable to allow otherwise. The sturdy highlander hit the floor in a dusty roll and skidded a yalm or two as the contained tornado raged within its sphere. It dissipated just as he lifted his head to survey the devastation; there was naught left of Caine save for a fine red spatter on some of the nearby shrubbery. Slowly, painfully, Berrod got to his feet. He felt every last blow Caine had landed on him. None of them had been wasted. He’d need rest and healing before he went after the next. Yet...taking a life had never been something that sat easily, or well with him. The weight immediately settled upon his heart, to the point where he began to swim in the physical pain of his injuries to distract himself from it. The nagging, knowing dread that Caine was only the first was something he could not shut out. There was much work to be done, much blood to be spilled. As he limped to the spot where Caine had met his end, Berrod considered the irony of the accidentally donned pacifist’s vest. It was meant to be the attire of Gyr Abania’s protectors -- monks who had sworn to defend. To wear it as he murdered wasn’t right. Next time he’d wear something else. Or perhaps he’d wear it again -- to show exactly how far he was willing to go to protect his friends, his family and his land from Bloodblade’s shadow.

I tend to roll males -- it's an odd default of mine. However, for plot NPCs and such, I really enjoy playing lots of female characters -- not exclusively, mind you, but they tend to be the most engaging of the lot.

Berrod's: Yukino Migite - Hingan Retainer Farrzwyn Ryssdaegsyn - Sailor that works at The Burly Barnacle Gunnar Bloodblade - Ul'Dahn Merchant and Shady dealer Brady Bradshaw - Independent Adventurer

Berrod's: Port of Spain Time, Trinidad and Tobago (EST + 1 hour during DST, Matches with EST otherwise) Typical Online Time: Weekdays: Afternoon to Evening Weekends: Any time Special Unavailability: -Tuesday: Evening Manning The Burly Barnacle Discord Rp: Yes

Berrod's: Berrod Armstrong - Company Co-Director Caden Agron - Adventurer/Merc Mountain's Shadow - Consultant/Non-member Brooker Bandersnatch - Conjurer Healer/Adventurer

Loops' knock on Gunnar's office door was always distinct. For one, it rapped from far lower than many of his usual non-Lalafell visitors -- though the old man could always tell it wasn't a Lalafell due to its somewhat feeble impact. Feeble or no, it distracted Gunnar from his work of perusing several proposals and business plans to expand his mercenary wing of the company. They were all neatly laid out on the dark wooden desk before him like tiles of parchment, each one ready to be picked up and looked at at a moments notice. Gunnar had to admit to himself that the view of the crackling fireplace only a few yalms from his desk inspired some rather rash impulses. Nevertheless, he bid the boy enter. Loops was less than impressive for a boy his age in terms of looks. He was hyuran, that much was sure -- and very likely of Highlander stock, given his three or four ilms' advantage over other boys. No more than thirteen summers of age, he stood with a head of dark, scraggly hair that fell on either side of a smooth face that was often flat with melancholy. His eyes showed interest in few things, dull save for the spark of intelligence behind them. Usually he was dusty, and dressed in loose, dusty clothes -- but today he seemed to have bathed and put on a set of tattered but laundered trappings. The shirt was a bit too big, where the sleeves went a few ilms past his fingertips and the lower hem skirted his knees. The trousers seemed to fit fine, though below them he wore no shoes. The boy made sure to close the door behind him before addressing his host. "Hello, Mister Gunnar." Gunnar himself was dressed in his usual; a casual tunic of Ul'dahn style -- though today he eschewed the shirt underneath to leave his arms bare. With the densely packed, scarred muscles and his eyepatch, he looked quite a bit more like a desert bandit than a businessman. It was an intimidating thing, likely presented on purpose. His silver eye moved to the boy. "Welcome, Loops. I didn't expect you today. I'd have had your favourite meal catered and brought here had I known. Please, come sit." He gestured toward one of the two plush chairs before his desk. "To what do I owe the visit?" Loops scuttled to the chair and climbed into it with enthusiasm that betrayed his age. It was a bit of a scramble, concluded with a wiggle that situated him properly in the comfortable cushions. He offered a polite smile to Gunnar before his face settled back into the default, yet harmless melancholy. "I saw you walking in Ul'Dah with Ulfarr yesterday." There was a distinct attempt at avoiding an accusatory tone. Gunnar leaned back in his chair and set his arms on the rest. His head tipped to the left as he regarded the young boy. "And so you did," He confirmed, "What of it, then?" While Loops' face betrayed naught, his hands did root from the oversized sleeves to find each other and wring amidst the loose cloth. "You're enemies now. Did you kill him?" This time the waver in his voice was there, as was the tension and apprehension that took his small frame. Fortunately the latter was mitigated by the absolute sheet of a shirt on his back. Gunnar remained placed for a drawn out moment, then sighed, "I did not kill him." Loops seemed to deflate with relief, though Gunnar continued to speak, "We have in fact reconciled our differences, and allowed for bygones to be bygones. While he is not in my employ, I have invited him to remain as a companion -- and will work to make sure that his family's interests and safety are also taken care of." Loops ended up with his mouth open, and his rickety torso leaned forward. He had not the mindset to try to hide how happy he was about what had just been said -- though a wariness took him before long. "...are you deceiving him? Is it a trap for him, or the others?" Gunnar's laugh made the poor boy jump, and he had to offer a soothing apology before he responded. "Not at all, my boy. It -is- part of a design, but not a trap. You like, Ulfarr, no? You've become fast friends, if I'm correct." Loops grimaced and embarrassment both scrunched and reddened his features. "I don't like-like him," He established firmly, "I don't like boys like you." He didn't like girls, either, but that was neither here nor there. Other people were nasty. "But yes, he's my friend, and if it's not a trap then I'm glad. I don't want him to die." "I'm well aware of that," Gunnar noted, "Which is why, when all this is over, he will join us, and you will be able to build on your friendship. By extending my hand to him, I have ensured that you will suffer no loss. I know you've been agonizing over it. You no longer have to be caught between us." Loops' melancholy had absolutely evaporated -- he leaned forward with both hands clutched on the edge of the desk, eyes and mouth wide in a smile of wonder and adoration. "...that's really wise of you, Mister Gunnar -- I'm -- I'm sorry I started talking to him without your permission --" "You can speak to whoever you like, loops, you are a free man." The boy 's chest swelled, he was called a -man- of all things, freedom be damned. Joy burst from him such that he lunged, scrambled over the table (and sent a few of the documents flying besides) to tackle the older man with as crushing a hug as his skinny arms could manage. "You're the best! You're the best! Thank you, Mister Gunnar!" "Please, Loops, I only --" "No, I mean it! This is the best thing that has happened in a long time! I promise I'll repay you for it! I'll use Bobo and Lobo to do whatever you want, no matter what it is!" Gunnar lifted a hand to give the boy a few pats on the back, and was glad that the lad could not see the savage satisfaction and triumph in his nigh bestial grin. "I would like that very much, Loops. Very much indeed."

This has been going on for almost two months now. It locks at primetime and is open throughout the rest of the day.

I had a blast, thanks so much for hosting this! Now to rifle through the screenshots...

It looks amazing! I went to the gallery right away of course -- found a little issue there. I'm not sure if it's just on my end, but anytime I scroll down on the main gallery page, it automatically and immediately scrolls me back up. The individual galleries themselves are fine.