Berrod Armstrong

I don't integrate them into my own roleplay, and often decline when approached -- but I enjoy watching them and their interpretations/stories. I just sit in a corner somewhere and just soak up all the NPC story drama.

I'm so hyped! also i'm so gay for sophia like you don't even know

http://i.imgur.com/VSQmpBp.png[/img] ...the eight character limit is a necessary prison that keeps me from the madness... ...IF I AM UNSEALED ONLY HAVOC CAN ENSUE. I always moan about wanting more character slots (six of those toons are 60, with the other two being 50 and 51), but ehhh...it's good for now. I know they tend to do things in multiples of 8 anyway and 16 seems like so much! ...me with 16 character slots r a g n a r o k blob:http://imgur.com/3977b757-b835-46f5-881b-6d2dd86de29c[/img]

How are you preparing for patch 3.4? I'm not. I'm just going to let it crash into me in a complete state of unreadiness.

I love the signage! Berrod's busy vomiting up slugs, snakes and beetles, or else he'd come take a look.

^ This guy's avatar is pretty neat!

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Date an Agent: Clayton Abercrombie http://41.media.tumblr.com/0c982bf4460c64195a82cb28d334ea7b/tumblr_o65udyT0Qh1usa6tmo1_400.png[/img] My name is Clayton Abercrombie – Clay usually works around here. I’m late from Ishgard and served as a Temple Knight under Lord High Commander Aymeric for fifteen years–my title last I checked was Honored Master Sergeant. I have been brought up in a lesser House of Ishgard with all the training that goes along with it; etiquette and decorum are a habit for me. That stated I am not above finding interesting or out of the way places to enjoy myself and the company I’m with. Noble and true, I will make it my sworn duty to protect any heart that makes it into my charge. So, what do you say? Will you be my prince or princess for a day? Like what you see? More profiles coming soon!

http://36.media.tumblr.com/7816c84ef5e0a20c444d951fbddc5fa6/tumblr_o64377AtMX1usa6tmo1_1280.jpg[/img] Astral Auction: Date an Agent! Ever wanted to get a closer look at the famously infamous members of the Agents? Tired of admiring those muscles from afar? Have a lot of gil that you just can’t figure out how to spend improperly? WELL GOLLY GEE, WE GOT THE EVENT FOR YOU! The Astral Agents of Balmung are having their first ever Date Auction event, hosted by our very own Ignera Arbell! We in the Agents have grown in size quite a bit over the last two years, and our small house has gotten crowded! In order to gain some funds for a larger house, we’ve decided to give the public a chance to help fill our coffers! If you’ve been interested in interacting with our members, this event is the perfect chance to spark new friendships! And perhaps… love?! Here are the rules! 1. Exchanges will be made with real gil. 2. Bidding for each date will start at 50,000. 3. Bids must be made between at 1,000 increments. 4. There is a limit of two purchases. 5. All winning bids must be turned in to Free Company officers: Berrod Armstrong, Sarij Rahzersyn, Cerina Borlaaq, Aerik Tirel, and Ignera Arbell. Reminder! Though this is a date auction, this is not necessarily mean that the RP will end up in a romantic date. Instead, think of this as an auction that purchases a certain character’s time! All date activities must be within the consent of both parties, so please communicate with your newly acquired friend and discuss what sort of roleplay the both of you are interested in! Should the event of one person being unable to properly discuss as to what they want, or one person becomes uncomfortable with the date and wishes for it to end, refunds will be made. Thank you for understanding. Remember, we are all in this for fun! If you have any questions or concerns, please send in those through private messages to Berrod Armstrong or the astralagents.tumblr.com ask box! We’re excited to see you all there! Coming Soon to this post and The Astral Agent’s tumblr: Profiles and descriptions of our members being put up to auction! Please look forward to it!

My condolences go out to you, Nathan. It's never easy to lose a loved one. Be strong for everyone, and take your time to find someone to be strong for you. It was honestly an honor to be able to do that performance on your behalf. The song choice was awesome, your lyrical tweaks were brilliant and the guys and I had a grand time going balls out on stage! Not literally, thank goodness. You were in our thoughts! The other performances were all sweet and spicy, enjoyed them all! It was fun having Berrod's jaw hang open at Jancis' dance (and then letting him glare daggers at the back of Barengar's head). Keep doing this stuff, it made a lot of peoples' weekend! Thanks to those who got screenshots -- the performance was too busy for me to get any of my own. As for anyone we may have missed in the scrum of posting spam, I apologize sincerely! If you want to do any sort of follow up roleplay, feel free to contact me here on in game and we can arrange it! http://i.imgur.com/qzuQFp9.jpg[/img] http://i.imgur.com/JflvtNl.jpg[/img]

I actually...don't have any. I like yapping about my character (Berrod) to so many people that I have a general idea of how he's received, and well -- I do what I want and I do it for fun, so I don't have many insecurities with him. I project his sexuality a lot, but I'm an adult, and that's fun for me. If someone expresses discomfort with it I'll take my ball and go elsewhere, but I'm not going to stop playing or portraying him the way I do. He's enjoyable, he's harmless, so if anyone doesn't like him that's sort of their issue. Communicating with a wide range people helps a lot, though I know that it's not easy for everyone. -- Also, I try not to overthink. Overthinking is the devil.

Nice work! Eager to see more stuff like this!

Probably grinding out my anima weapon. Where is the lie

This is cute as hell! It also reminds me of how much I enjoy the characters in this game hnngh

I just played FFXIV all year lol.

*sweat* Are...are you sure?

The air had suddenly turned to stone. Berrod Armstrong had been in the common room of the Agency's house simply dozing on himself while he sat at one of the tables. Lunch had been excellent, and with it came the pleasant drowsiness that he hardly ever had the chance to take advantage of. The sudden energy in the air about him would have startled him right off the chair, but when it hit him, he felt encased in plaster, frozen in ice, and cast in stone. It was a blatant display of power; he could feel it. The chakras had banded together to create a war cry, a challenge, a shout of intimidation. His own were nothing in comparison, pressed flat under the immense pressure, and not nearly numerous enough to make a match. It _terrified_ him, but not even the First Below could respond. Thirteen of them. Thirteen, roaring for blood, roaring for completion of the cycle. Enlightenment, Expression, Passion, Will, Need, Survival, Fear, Anger, Jealousy, Deception, Abandon, Selfishness...and thick murderous intent. Berrod toppled off his chair and crawled desperately to the door -- it felt like the hoof of an aurochs was pressed to his back, resisting every movement. Reaching for the door handle felt like reaching for the sun itself, and when the door swung open he rolled down the steps and onto the front lawn like a sack of meat. The moment he'd fallen outside, the pressure abated, the war cry vanished; the chakras harrying had ceased. Berrod was aware of a panicked cry and footsteps on the grass. He felt rough hands grab him and try to put him on his back. The enemy perhaps? No -- as his vision blurred in and out, harangued by the sun's glare, he made out the face of his student and retainer, looking most concerned. "Master Armstrong? Master Armstrong, what's wrong?!" "Rudger...? Didn't ya feel that?" He murmured blearily. "Feel what?" Of course Rudger couldn't feel it. He didn't even have one chakra open to have that mortifying reverberation tear through him. He was getting closer by the day, but it was an inescapable fact that the retainer was his least talented student. Still, his eagerness, loyalty and determination had bid Berrod to work with him anyway. It didn't matter in the end -- whoever that powerful monk was, clearly all they wanted to do was send a message -- because no trace of their presence remained. "...nothin'. Musta been some rum in my juice...get me inside. Needa lay down." "Yes, Master Armstrong, of course." "I'm not a gods-damned Master. My name's Berrod, call me that." "Yes, Master Armstrong."

Don't let that stop you, the guy LOVES monk roleplay and will usually cease whatever he's doing at the drop of a hat to have monk-on-monk scenes. All you have to do is poke him in PMs or in-game tells. ...the same goes for most if not all of us, actually. Not sure whether we're all RP-starved or if a passion for beating each other senseless is a hunger that craves to be fed. Poke me when you see me! He's actually been on the lookout for her since she last asked him for help!

Barengar, yep! A couple of my FC mates started shipping her and Berrod after seeing them talk at the Grindstone but I nipped that in the bud. WITH FIRE.

Avelyn and Leoric. Berrod ships that hard.

1.) "...'ey, darlin'. Come here often?" 2.) "You got a job that needs doin'?" 3.) "You see somethin' funny, hoss?" 4.) "Ey, we're needin' one more fer our party an' yer lookin' like a dependable one. How 'bout a spot o'work, huh?" 5.) "So I heard yer the bastard who's been makin' trouble fer my friends."

I don't think you'll have aaannnnyyything to worry about in that department.

I've been done since the day before Siege of Orgrimmar came out and I have no regrets. I loved the game at one point, but I'm really not interested in what it's become.

Berrod glared as the Arbiter and the Student walked away to cross the bridge. A sharp pain lanced through his knees, and he immediately set to pacing in order to press it out. "Ohhhh," Came the familiar, teasing drawl. He saw the smirking face and the beard in the corner of his eye. "They're goin' without ya." He couldn't respond. Jancis was right there, watching him. He couldn't be seen talking to himself. "They're probably gonna spar! Ain't that a shame. You been waitin' t'take Warren on fer a long time. So patient. Stupid bugger that y'are." His knees were made of fire. "C'mon Armstrong. Let me loose. Y'can start with Jancis there. She'll be quick. Then Dorn. He's rich an' powerful--" He stumbled slightly, his knees exploded with agony, "-- but keep him alive so y'can kill his daughter in front of 'im. Oh -- Jancis is lookin' worried. Give her somethin' to worry about, why don't ya?" Rhalgr, Berrod prayed desperately, Gimme the strength ta keep this madness at bay...

http://i.imgur.com/tE7wN27.jpg[/img] Spotted an AFK Flynt!