Berrod Armstrong

Berrod has breaking points in layers. He throws childish tantrums when someone he cares about is blatantly looking down on him or speaking down to him, for example. Having someone that he's established himself as an equal with violate that unspoken pact is a grave affront in his eyes. He also endures moments when his emotional dam breaks. Berrod spends almost all of his time walling off his emotions from everyone else, and sometimes something's got to give. This either results in destroyed training dummies or snotty-nosed sobbing sessions in a private setting. Oddly enough, he doesn't easily reach a breaking point when someone he loves is hurt by another. For the sake of his loved one's pride, he takes a step back and allows them to seek retribution in their own way -- and hopefully grow by doing so, whether they succeed or fail. If someone KILLS a loved one, however, that's the ultimate breaking point for him. By default he is a loud, crude and brawly fellow. At that point he becomes quiet, efficient and murderous.

Yasss do it

I can't imagine the amount of strength and will that this required. You, sir, are a god among men. Meanwhile, I still have to update my wiki for every. single. character. UUUUUUUGH Urgh. I've been meaning to make ones for Caden and Nasam but HRRRRGGGHHHHNOOOO too much work. They'll get random tumblr things instead. With Berrod's it's easy because all I do is add/change a sentence or two to each section. The hardest part is the lovers/friends/acquaintances section because I have to write blurbs for each new person who goes on. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO MAKE -TWO- MORE FROM SCRATCH WITH CADEN AND SAM.

*Quiet sobbing* I finally did it. I finally updated Berrod's Wiki. All I need to do now is update the picture when I get home and it'll be golden. *wild loud wailing*

I'll throw Berrod in for a match with the highest bidder.

Perhaps it has something to do with how artistically alien Eorzea itself is from our everyday perception.

Meditate is for when you have to run away from a mechanic and can't do DPS on the boss. Charge it up while you're running and then unleash it once you're back on the boss. Tornado kick is something to dump on a target when you're in a situation when greased lightning is going to drop off anyway. So if a boss is going to make me run, I tornado kick him and then spend the timeaway from the boss charging up. When I'm back on the boss, pop cooldowns , maybe get greased lightning to three if I have the time, then let loose with the forbidden chakra! Also! Don't forget to form change before your pull so that you can apply the dragon kick debuff (or crit boot shine if someone else already debuffed) on the get go! Love love looooove the new abilities. Purification hasn't come in handy yet, but it willllll. Elixir field is most fun toy!

You mean everyone on that data center, not the Americans.

Given the nature of Iex's story, I think using the name Moks openly is perfectly valid. Go for it!

The original 2.0 download was 9 gigs!

Got some healthy food ready, designated my workout and sleep hours, and adjusted my relationship settings to 'put that back where it came from or so help me'. So ready.

That big jock who everyone goes to for workout advice.

Let the MSQ guide me to level 60 as I drink up all the lore I can.

Welcome back. Expansion's in two weeks, get hyped, and get caught up!

Kudos to Chiyo Hoshi for putting up with me being busy all the time. Argh we shall have our meeting soon, I'll make sure of it!

Hnngh your lines are awesome, keep practicing! Yes good another artist to stalk...

"My eyes are up here," said Merlwyb to the Highlander.

((Written while listening to for inspiration! Have a listen while reading, if you like!)) [align=justify]The power of the fifth rushed through him. Fromhis throat it spread, down to his chest, arms, belly, legs and feet. The power was -- different. It wasn't the raw rush of aether meant to be fired through his fists in any direction he pleased. It was a careful circulation to be honed and properly distributed in the right spots, at the right time. Punching, kicking and other actions of excessive blunt force would yield nothing. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]Berrod Armstrong stood next to the crackling fire near the Sil'Dih ruins in Central Thanalan, surrounded by the blackness of an inky desert night. His hair was loose, and fell wildly down his back -- voided from his shoulders due to the shaved sides. All that covered him was a pair of snug, dark shorts -- likely stolen from one of the twins. The firelight splashed him with flickers of orange that highlighted well against the sweat-damped bronze. A slow pulsing swept from under his feet, slightly disturbing the sand beneath him. His eyes were closed, and his face was scarlet for reasons he did not wish to bring to mind. Priority laid upon utilizing the power of the fifth for aught other than the Voice. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]It was Ginny who had given him the idea, and very recently, at one of their occasional nights out. The answer of how to control a circulating flow had been in front of his face the entire time, in the form of that woman. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]Dancing. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]Among many things that the Highlander wished for nigh no one to find out was his talent with dancing. The act of dancing itself bore no shame, but rather the sort of dance he excelled at. It was quite responsible for the flush at his cheeks -- but it was not the time to be embarrassed. He was alone, after all. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]He put one foot forward and let his toes onto the sand. Immediately he felt the energy rush to them -- but the circulating nature of it would only cause him pain if he tried to discharge it; he knew this from experience. He needed to make it flow back up his leg, and provided the motion for it to do so. The rock of his hips was slight, controlled, and almost seductive. It set a tightening in his large thighs and shifted his balance to the other foot. It worked well enough; he felt the rush up his leg and under his groin. Yet, it could not remain there. His waist rotated with the aid of corded obliques, and sent the flow down his other leg. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]The throat recognized the flow and opted t provide more. It was both a blessing and a curse; more power was always good, but the control he required to direct it attained a steeper requirement. A pulse of aether shot down from his neck -- he had to act fast. A repeat of the roll of his hips sent the flow from his leg up to meet it at his waist, and a lascivious rotation of his waist mixed the two. It was rough at first, but with a few more slow, steady rotations combined them into a new, smooth, and powerful flow. The action in itself stirred thoughts that awakened the sacral, which leaked its own power that threatened to destabilize his efforts. The prospect of all that energy discharging in his waist was not at all appealing. From just below his navel the sacral aether poured, already muddying what he had worked to refine. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]Yet, it was all of him. It was all compatible; a solution, not a suspension. All of it could be mixed. Berrod took control and raised his arms above his head. With careful control of his abdomen he performed several bucking, rolling undulations, slow and focused. His feet kept him well balanced, and his thighs served as excellent suspension for the manouevre. Sure enough, it all blended, molding into something potent. Sweat rivered down his frame, gleaming in the firelight as streaks upon his skin. Through every motion, tautening and stretching of his muscles it glimmered, rendering him as a fluid dancer drenched in liquid, glowing heat. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]The energy migrated very quickly up to his arms-- it was an odd sensation; he felt as if a giant was about to tug him from the ground between a pinched finger and thumb. While it was safe to discharge the aether above him, it would be useless to do so. He wanted to use it, not waste it. Berrod found that motions of his arms could not make it flow downward -- it was focused on leaving his palms. Creativity was definitely required. His solution was to arc his arms downwards and plant his palms on his thighs. From there he slid them up his hips, his waist, then to his stomach. When the aether left his palms it simply deposited into his own body, nigh smeared throughout his form, well distributed thanks to the path he made along himself, marked with a disturbance of the sweat that now poured from him. The palms slid up his chest and up to his throat -- and the circle completed. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]He did not feel the outward blast of power -- he only saw the flame slowly disturbed, moving like a lazily flowing curtain of bright orange. The waves in the sand crept, and the little pebbles he had sent flying drifted. like leaves in the wind. Water in the stream nearby slopped like thick syrup. It stoked his curiosity, and he took a step toward it. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]When his foot set down on the dirt, a moment of disorientation took him. Something -- was off. The stream was nowhere to be seen and the gorge's walls were quite too close. It was dark, too -- had the fire gone out? [/align] [align=justify] [/align] [align=justify]No...there were still orange flickers about, and he felt the distant heat on his back. Slowly, he turned around. The stream was behind him, and the fire crackled on the other side of it. The distance was about ten yalms. The energy in him pulsed gently as well, nearly spent for the moment -- he would have to call upon more if he needed. This was the power of the fifth –outside of the Voice. The throat produced wind and sound...and now he had just moved with the grace and speed of both. Two people instantly came to mind -- both already annoyingly too fast for him in their own right; Galliford and Melkire. What would they be capable of with this power? It was frightening to think about. [/align] [align=justify] [/align] Yet, he was full eager to pass it onto them when the time came. Even if it meant…dancing.

Deal! Berrod loves to talk about that stuff!

Hah! I'll look out for you in game then!

Reiner met with Berrod yesterday! Berry was both shocked and impressed by what the man had to say, though he still remained a bit wary. Looking forward to their next meeting!

The way Berry works these days isn't so much with 'students' -- if people come to him for advice/pointers he helps show them the way (with a bit of preachyness about what being a monk means and the significance of destruction). So that can work!

Hells, I'm more than interested to meet up with more IC monks as well. A monk get-together sounds like a really fun concept. C-can initiates come too? Please? :blush: This sounds like fun! I'll pack my splints, bandages, ointment, cane, local anaesthetic...

I'll look out for you in game, Reiner! We can get something started. He has some publicly available written works on his own discoveries that are easy for anyone interested to come by.

When it turned out that Raubahn and Ilberd weren't actually heavily physical and insatiable lovers I was devastated, but a good cry in the shower made me feel better. On a more serious note though, I just look at where I have to make adjustments and announce it to those I roleplay with before implementing them!