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I think this is a pretty dividing issue and would avoid role-playing a npc just to avoid any fallout. Sure you might not have an issue with it, but you don't know if others will. I recall an event that an RPer held years back where the Sultana showed up and, while it was tastefully done, probably caused more headaches for the planners than it was worth. The fallout wasn't very pretty. So, I advise just let Square do the npc thing and craft a OC. It's more challenging Imo and far more rewarding.

I don't think so. I've made at least um, six of the fur balls now over the three years I have roleplayed and haven't encountered negative stigmas. It boils down to how you play them that will garner you a reputation. Sure, some Miqo'te do heavily roleplay the whole breeding thing more than others, but if you focus focus your roleplay on your character's development and their goals, and not just their dating or sex life, I doubt you'll run into any obstacles.

They are calling the suspect the 'Enthusiastic Exumer' but there is nothing to get thrilled about with his crimes. Over the past moon, a series of no less than six graveyards from all over the City-States have been violated needlessly. Both valuables, and the remains of dearly loved ones who have passed, have been snatched away in the dead of night. Priests of Nald'thal, guards, and even several vigilantes from all over have, through testimony, given matching descriptions that paint a portrait of the man they claim is responsible for these crimes. Although his name is unknown, the reports indicate that a short, blond miqo'te male in black robes arrives with a crew and,together, they quickly dig up the dead and cart the cadavers away. One guard reports the man manipulates the dead bodies to dig themselves free of the earth but this report is not reinforced by the other testimonies. Currently, the priests of Nald'thal, as well as several parties, are offering a reward for any information on this man and urge anyone with knowledge that might prove helpful to report so they might seize this man and bring an end to this spree of grave robbing.

Five figures seated, dressed in robes of black. Five figures seated, around a table sat. Five figures seated, spoke: "So no one has been graced with the presence of the Liberator?" came the first speaker. A tall, elderly elezen with white hair and eyes the color of ice. All others shook their heads. The elderly woman gave a grim nod. "Then perhaps it is as we feared. And the chains have been forced upon our Savior once more." "Then we have believed lies." came a second. A fat lalafel, with blond hair and a chubby face. "Was nothing more than a dream." "You doubt too quickly." a third voice. Cold. Emotionless. A miqo'te with a white tail in her lap, a hood over her face to make a void of shadows. "One wonders if you ever believed." The lalafel snorted. "We were all saved in our ways and recruited for the same reason. To advance the Liberator's plan. But what merit is there in now continuing these efforts when the architect is gone. We are now a ship without sails and to continue the course seems foolish when those whom defeated our Saviour might bring such power down upon us if we dare keep upon this path." "So you fear?" came a hyur, strong chin behind a great beard. "I feel this is all folly!" the lalafel exclaimed. "For months, nothing. And now, as our shipping company has been sliced apart piece by piece, we have, in desperation, given it to a non-believer to manage the shipment of arms." "He was a safe choice." the elezen said rationally. "Tray'ju is a useful pawn. His influence is growing and his ability to manage connections for the transportation of goods is impressive. He can manage the day to day operations of what is left of the Master's shipping lines and use them.to advance himself and his allies as we use his network to continue the plan." "How can you not see this?!" the lalafel was clearly frustrated. "The great plan is lost to us. The effort now broken. Without the Liberator, the unraveling is impossible and our weapons become fruitless and of no consequence." "These soul weapons can be used for other ends." the female miqo'te spoke slowly from the shadows covering her face. "What do you mean?" the hyur asked, intrigued. "The Liberator aimed to spread chaos and freedom. That is his legacy. And we, his chosen disciples, can keep that grand tradition alive." the miqo'te swished her tail. "I think at this point it would be best to let this all fall apart and walk away. There is nothing to be gained by this now." the lalafel grunted. The elezen studied the small lalafel for a moment and then turned to the female miqo'te to speak: "And what do you advise?" The calm miqo'te spoke again. "We stay in the shadows behind Tray'ju and his allies. We do what we can with what little power is left us. We were never meant to build. Only tear down. Can you all really go back to your old lives knowing what you know now?" The other four sat in silence as those words sunk in. One by one they shook their heads. Even the lalafel. "You really think this is for the best?" the elezen asked. The female reached up to pull away her hood, revealing a set of solid black eyes that gazed around with calculating efficiency. Her pale skin was the color of death and wrinkles had long ago claimed her face. "A mother always knows best."

But the did bring original iOS so maybe enough people will buy for us to get a sequel.

I love you for even mentioning the name Jade Empire. Let us sulk together ;_; Its cause Bioware hates us all.

The miqo'te wasn't trying to read the flyer of ink covered paper. Rather, it forced itself upon him with a fury as a gust of wind tore it free from its resting place and slapped him in the face with it. There was much swearing and cursing as the grumpy male tugged the paper free and looked down. He kept walking as he read the parchment. As his eyes swept the page, his frown split into a smile and eventually he began to chuckle as he rolled up the paper and threw it over the shoulder, happy to be littering. "She's lucky I like her. Bet some info be worth a fair gil."

How long did you have to wait in line to get one? I was in line for about 3 hours, all the way through the costume contest and then some. They cut off the line right in front of me and started handing out red tickets to those who couldn't get in yesterday. I thought this was a con, not a waiting in line simulator.

Oh. A-A-ron. Duelist extrordinare eh? Perhaps I should start calling you Aaron Burr. Dropped any Hamiltons lately? -snickers- ... Its a history joke people! Come on!

Entry 6, Part 1 I was, indeed followed, and this hasn't ended well. Frandrin Andrin Mandrin and I have had a long talk and some things have come to light. But it took someone smashing their way through his mansion with an axe to put us on the same page. I'll make two entries. One, about the mad axe miqo'te, and the second about what was discussed as his servants mopped blood up off the floor. I need to avoid politicians in the future. I was eating dinner in Frandrin's massive dinning room when he returned home. It was late and Fradrin, despite welcoming me warmly, asked that he could have the satchel and discuss payment in the morning. I've smuggled on and off for the lalafell for years so I'm not concerned with a cross so agreed since I had a guest room already. It was a fine night as the lalafel turned in and the butler continued to pour expensive whiskey into my glass till I succumbed to the drink. Truth be told, I drank too much, as usual, and don't recall anything till I heard the banging. It was loud and thunderous and reverberated around the first floor. I raised my head and checked the hour on a clock in the hall as I staggered out of the dinning room towards the source of the nose. Apprehensive, I pulled two of the four revolvers Ratio had built for me and eased into the large room before the front door. The door was shaking from a tremendous force and the elezen butler, clad in only a robe, was already at the door, and slid open a section to peer out and say something I didn't make out. The voice that returned was more a growl and I froze as I heard it mention my name and that whoever it was knew I was inside. The butler politely told the person to fuck off and that was the wrong call. The door slammed in on its hinges as it dragged the butler away and bashed him between the wall and the door. Stepping in from the darkness of the Goblet streets, looking like a thing from the hells itself, stood the armored head-hunter I had avoided earlier, his lone, white eye blazing as his massive axe spun in his grip. "Therrre you arrre." the bounty hunter leered as he stepped into the room, his metal cover body clanking as he moved. Yeah, I'll admit I turned and ran. My initial reaction to danger has always been to try and avoid first and fight second. And, at the moment, I didn't realize I had nowhere to run and no real great escape options. I ran down the marble hall, my bare feet slapping as the iron monster stormed behind. I looked back to see that great axe head swinging at me like the wrath of all Twelve. I threw myself into a room as the axe missed and caused a section of the wall to explode into an aerial dance of splinters. I entered the large ballroom. It was filled with tables and and various furniture that was clearly used for large parties. The entire wall opposite the door had been cut out and replaced by a window overlooking the lower sections of the Goblet. The night sky was slowly warming with the far off, but inevitable, light of the dawn and the sounds of confused servants filled the rooms above. The bounty hunter filled the door as he surged across the room, swinging at me as I retreated. Tables were cleaved, pianos ruined, and a great, gorgeous golden harp was hacked in two. But I managed to avoid that hunk of lethal steel as I backpedaled wildly. Thinking now, I was panicked, because I had forgotten about the twin firearms in my hands as my need for survival selected flight over fight and it wasn't until the axe sailed and nicked my shoulder, drawing a spray of blood, did the urge to fight kick in. I recalled the weights and my mind focused in desperation. I spun and fired. The bullet tore into the man's gut and stopped him, dropping him to a knee as he coughed, blood oozing through the iron plates onto the floor. I'm not sure which I was more impressed with: how well Ratio and Corvus had crafted the firearms and the armor-punching rounds, or the fact that I had missed so badly. I had only been aiming at his knee after all. I backed up more, placing my spine against the great window, both weapons aimed at the male as I chewed my lip. His breaths began to grow faster, angrier, and he began to snarl as one thought kept going through my head: Don't make me kill you, don't make me kill you, don't make me kill you "Don't make me kill you." I whispered softly, chewing my lip. The bounty hunter roared and rushed me. I opened fire, pouring round after round into the iron man. Blood splattered across the floor but on he came. I went wide-eyed as my weapons emptied and I threw them at him and jumped aside as he brought the weapon down at my head. The window exploded as the axe slammed into it instead of me. I hit the ground and rolled, pulling out my second brace of firearms. I rose and looked at the hunched male. He was breathing heaving, blood staining his armor. Our eyes locked and I saw pain in those white irises of his. I drew the hammer back on my weapons. But then lowered both of them. A shot rang out and the bounty hunter jerked backwards out the window and went tumbling down the slope of Fanrdin's garden, ripping up rose shrubs as he went. I turned to see Frandin's elezen butler standing there with a smoking firearm held in both hands. His face was a bloody mess but he was composed as he he lowered the weapon. "What the blazes is going...my ballroom!" Frandrin waddled in on his short, stumpy legs and looked around in horror at the damaged done to his property. "Oh don't mind me, I'm fine." I shot sarcastically, lowering the hammers of my weapons. "Tray!" Frandrin looked at me and then the pools of blood. "What-" he was interrupted as a cleaning staff, in their sleeping attire, was rushed in by the butler to begin tiding up the mess. "'What' is what we need to talk about." I growled, eyeing the small monetarist. "Whatever I just brought you has had more snoops and complications associated with it than I care to mention and I think I deserve a damn explanation!" "What did this?" Fradnin inquired. "An uncouth man who is currently in our garden." the butler explained to his master. "I'll go and -tidy up- the garden, sir." the butler left as the few maids yawned as they mopped, clearly confused but not at all concerned about the blood on the floor. Frandrin paid them extremely well for a reason after all. Their silence. Frandrin eyed me and jerked his head. "My study." he turned and left and I followed after him, seeking answers. Answers I'm somewhat sorry I got.

Entry 5: Been a busy past few days. Gained a new smuggler, am now a member of a new organization that going to be making me a captain of one of their vessels, and managed to piss off a very dangerous mother. All in all, a successful time. Overall. Granted there has been one small hiccup. Other than the murderous mother. I finally took the satchel to Ul'dah, the still very likely Garlean contents within. Frandrin's Estate shouldn't have been too difficult to reach. I mean, just a walk through Ul'dah over to the Goblet. It wasn't. I got to have an entirely too close encounter. As I entered by the gate, I saw him. A white haired, onyxed-flesh miqo'te bounty hunter clad from neck to toe in armor plates. Think he introduced himself as Hojo or something. But, from the moment I saw him strolling through the crowd, that sinister axe on his back gleaming in the sun, I wanted to haul. Then he tried to stand before me and I heard him call my name in this weird, feral growl pf a voice that caused him to roll the 'r' in my name. I'm guessing he was a bounty hunter but I didn't stay around to chat. I bolted. And, right on cue, the bounty hunter gave chase. Worst part was, he could keep up in that plate! So down the streets of Ul'dah we go. I shoved my way through loving couples, upset orange merchants, and even barreled through a parade of mourning persons. I swear I apologized as much as I could. But he was like a dog on a trail and I couldn't shake him. So I took a corner and stopped, reaching into my coat for the bag of my favorite drug. I hated using it this way, again, but I couldn't take him down physically and my flintlocks aren't powerful enough to punch holes in armor. Glad I ordered some new ones the other night. Anyway, the hunter swings the corner, metal sketching on stone and I fling. A face full of white powder smashes into him and he starts coughing and sputtering. I turned and ran again. I didn't see him after than and I'm pretty sure he's -still- in a bit of a daze from that blast. I managed to slip over to the Goblet and reached Frandrin's massive house, Though I can't shake the feeling I've been tailed to here. Anyhow, the butler let me in and gave me the guest room to ready up as Frindrin is off at a meeting probably continuing to push his Monetarist agenda. No matter, least it gave me time to clean myself up and get this entry in. I'll get another entry in here soon as I can.

Hey thank you all so much. I'll be reaching out to everyone soon.

Hey there! I'll be looking for you next time I'm in game! Looking forward to rping with ya.

Mcbeef makes the best burgers. That is all xp

Plug! I've Rped with Nahare for over a year now. Great roleplayer and great person to boot. Definatly the kind of person you'll be glad you rped with if you do.

Hey quick, quick poke in. GhostlyMaiden is an awesome rper and great person in general. I've rped with her using multiple characters and always enjoyed it. You should give her a ping if you wanna rp with her. You'll be glad you did!

Entry 4: When it rains it pours. You know its never gonna be a good day when you wake up and some asshole you don't know is smiling at you and chatting as if they know you. So, after yesterday's sail over to Thanalan from Costa Del Sol, I pulled my boat into the Silver Bazaar's dock. I was too tired to go on, so I tossed out my bed roll and slept on my boat. Slept fairly well. But damn it if waking up this morning wasn't a right bitch. Woke up, and, while climbing onto the dock so I could take a leak, this voice reaches my ears trying to be all social. I looked over, yawning, and, lo and behold, I see a blonde, female Doman leaning against some crates, dressed in armor and toying with a spear. That's a nice sight, right? Wrong. 'Mrs. Self Righteous' starts in on me, making taunting remarks and I learn she's a vigilante who's interested in taking out some of my employers. I have to assume this woman is ope of the assholes harassing Frandrin's efforts in the area. Well little 'Miss Idealist' basically puts me into a position where I'm either gonna have to draw or let her become a problem later. S I took some sniffs and quick pulled. Fired and tore a chunk out of her shoulder/throat area and smashed her face with a blow to her face. Sadly she did a number on my knee and ribs. Thankfully, I still had a pouch of my powder and she got a face full and a free 'trip' on me. As she was zoning out as the drug rushed her brain, I crawled into my boat and painfully, cut my craft free. Was a good wind in my sail so made good time, problem is I'm now needing some fixing thanks to that Doman. I've set sail to Vesper Bay. Been a few healers there in the past and hopefully at least one of them is still operating out of that small town so I can get back on track. The package is still secure, but I VERY much want this drop made so I can pay off Bleeding Boar.

Hi! I don't know you, but reading your post got me feeling for you. I just wanted to come by and say, 85% of people in this world are good, open people who would like to see people doing well and succeeding. It defiantly sucks when that 15% do what they do. Tear, destroy, rip down (whether people or ideas) but know that even a stranger like me is rooting for you and thinks all the advice you've gotten is great stuff. Keep being a bad ass! And my advice is, when you feel stressed or overwhelmed, just got for a thirty minute walk. It's what I do when the world seems to much. It reminds me all the pressures of the world aren't as big as they seem and just moving feels good. Keep strong mate, and know you've got a lot of people rooting for you!

Entry 3: I'm a dead man. I'm so fucking dead. I just -had- to take this job. I, boy, was this a mistake. Okay, get your brain in order Tray, get this down and THINK. I managed to get a hit for a job through, Frandrin. Someone Frandrin knew needed a smuggler, a good one, for a hells of a job, and Frandrin said it paid REALLY well. Frandrin couldn't take the job due to his issues with some vigilante group breathing down his neck, but set me up for the job. The money from this job could set me up proper with Bleeding Boar. Should have been red flag number one. If anything is too good to be true, it always is. Frandrin set up the meeting in Limsa. Nothing seemed off at first. I met them last night after sundown. It was a small warehouse in Limsa. Nothing unusual or suspect. They had two guards at the door. Two massive hyurs. Something about them was off, but at the time I didn't put two and two together. I told them who I was and one of the brutes went and got what I have to assume now is the ring leader. He came out a few moments later. He was thinner and more angular than the brutes but he didn't looked pleased at seeing me. He and I talked for a few moments. He had wanted Fandrin -specifically- but I explained to the man that Fandrin had some issues of his own and that he couldn't make the run; but I had been sent specifically by Fandrin and that I was good for the job. I handed over the letter Frandrin had given me. The hyur read carefully. Thinking back on it now, the letter wasn't in written in Eorzean. That should have been flag two. Flag three should have been Frandrin's admitted Imperial sympathies, but, again, all I was thinking about was gil. So, at last, the hyur made his decision, though he was clearly still agitated as he held the door open for me. We entered the building. First thing I noticed was how much it smelt like tobacco. The place was almost pungent. Several brazers full of smoldering tabacco leaves sat on a few tables scattered among the large number of crates taht were staked neatly.. Additionally, more tables were covered in all sorts of alchemy equipment with three our four chemists moving between them, studying the gear. My hyur host led me over to a table with a leather satchel. He picked it up and looked over at me with a grunt before he began speaking with a subdued accent. "Alright, smuggler, this is your load. You make sure this gets to where it needs to, you'll get your payment and that'll be it. But." He grunted, seeming reluctant to hand it over. "This stuff is somewhat fragile and dangerous. And if you mess this up, Frandrin and you are going to find your heads rolling." I nodded, putting on a front to seem far more cocky than I felt as I reached out and took the satchel in my right hand. "Keep your threats. It'll arrive safely." I flashed a smile. The hyur stared for a few minutes longer before he relinquished control of the satchel. I slung it over one shoulder and was about to say something, when there was a sound from outside. And not the good kind. Well of course the hyur glared at me and it was clear in his eyes he thought I double-crossed him. The other four inside the building immediately went for firearms and started shouting in a foreign dialect. Then the explosions happened. My back was to the door so I'm not exactly sure what happened. But there was a blinding flash and a shrill nose. My nose stung and my ears rang. All I wanted to do was puke. I tried to stagger away as the hyur was screaming and covering his eyes. Something was happening. Gunshots maybe? I'm not sure. I managed to stagger down a row of crate and duck behind one, my hands over my ears. There was a fight, though what exactly happened during the minute or so I was recovering from the blast is unknown to me. Once my nausea and the wretched ringing plaguing my ears finally abated, I drew both of my flintlock pistols and held them tight as I peeked over the top of the crate. The hyur who had just hired me was clutching a bleeding knee and his crew was either dead of injured. Three figures wearing some sort of leather/metal masks were standing there. One was obviously a female elezen, but the other two were probably hyurs, though could have been miqo'te. It was hard to tell. Their heads were covered by wrapped cloth and they wore long, brown coats. The elezen was standing by the door while the leader of the attackers approached my recent employer and chuckled behind the metal disk built into the mask over where his mouth and nose would be. "Well, well, did we ruin your little operation?" the lead attacker snorted. Meanwhile, the third stranger, who was massively broad in the shoulders suddenly shouted through his mask as he slung an axe onto his shoulder. "Trrray isn't herrre, boss." The leader in the mask made a grunting noise as aimed a firearm at the hyur who had employed me. "The red-headed smuggler. You tell me where he is and I'll pretend I never say your little operation. Even as nice and-" the leader lifted his head and looked over at the table. Something he saw made him pause. The leader then walked over to the workstation and picked up a vile of the blue fluid the alchemists had been working on. What followed was a string of swears as the leader turned on his heel and stormed over to the wounded hyur. "This, where did you learn to make this!" the lead attacker shouted behind his mask as he knelt down and shoved the vial in the hyur's vface. The hyur tried to squirm away from the vial as he gave a pained grunt. "Thought you wanted the smuggler." "Yeah that was before I-Shit." The wounded hyur pulled out something and the next thing I knew the half the warehouse was ablaze. Green flames shot around me and I turned and started running for the far end of the building. There was a lot of screaming and shouting and burning. I reached the back and, Twelve bless me, there was a sliding door for loading. Granted it was locked but both bullets from my guns ruined the cheap lock and I shoved the sliding door open. The green flames danced around me, eating through the wooden timbers faster than normal flames. The ocean rolled before me asI threw myself into it's cold embrace and began free stroking for me life. I didn't swim too long though. I pulled myself onto a dock and made tracks for Costa, where I sit now. I'm a few drinks in and my nerves are better and my ship will be pulling out on the tide. But, I keep looking at this satchel beside me. I'm not sure who those masked persons were, or what the hell I'm carrying, but I have a -really- unpleasant feeling Frandrin has gotten me involved in something way outta my league. I have a sinking feeling, Frandrin's -business partners- are Garleans and, not only am I running around with something I am clueless about, I obviously have bounty hunters after me who know -exactly- what the hell I'm carrying around. And worst part is, I have too complete this job. Cause if I don't, I can't be sure I can get Bleeding Boar's gil. Well diary, I've got Bounty Hunters to the left of me, possible Garleans to my right, and I'm stuck in the middle with you. I'm not drunk enough for this shite. Cheers.

f55CqLc6IR0 The louder you play this the better it gets. lmao. P.S. Drinking mandatory.

-jumps up and down waving- Ohh,hihihihi! I would be interested in joining. I'll try to find you in-game when able. I tend to be on in early evenings.

Entry 2: Well, here I am again. Recording in this thing. Events have gone, well, basically as I suspected. Sure I'm not in that cell. But part of me wishes I was. My bail was paid by a 'mysterious donor'. The Brass Blades dragged me out and took me to an alley. And, lo and behold, who is there to greet me? Bleeding Boar himself. Tricorn hat and all Oh we had a fun time. He knocked out two of my teeth, cracked a vertebra in my tail, broke my nose, and a few ribs too. Such a swell guy All things considered though, I got off easy. Sort of. The ass looted my store house, so my supply of somus is gone and almost all the gil to my name with it. See, this is why I need to stop tying up all of my monetary gains in physical investments. Anyhow, Boar has me owing him the cost of the shipment still. And I've got a moon to come up with it. Fucking ass. Pretty sure he's the one who tipped the Brass Blades off in the first place. Heard he liked setting himself up with a legion of people indebted to him for profit. Just didn't buy it at first. Should have. Man's got himself more assassins and goons than one can shake a stick at. He left me bleeding in the alley and, thankfully, Doc still runs her aether clinic down in Pearl Lane. Patched me up and all she wanted in payment was a romp after. About the -only- good part of this whole, miserable weak. I'm sure her husband wouldn't agree but, eh, their marriage issues aren't my problem. But now I've got to figure out who needs stuff smuggled, and fast. I've got one moon to pay of Boar, but I still have my other debts after all. Thankfully got a few people who owe me favors. So I'll need to call them in. Hopefully next entry I write in this, it'll have something positive.

Hello! Saw the link and sent a profile in. Think what you all are trying is awesome!

I think it's more fun to try to make a new character when coming to a new MMO. And then sometimes multiple rp characters! I DEFIANTLY have some characters I'd enjoy bringing over. But I, personally, feel a character is richer and more fun when they have a history in the world. Sure you need to rp a few times to get a feel for their quirks and its tough letting go of a beloved person, but it's worth it to flex your writing muscles and go in fresh. But this is supposed to be for fun so if you want to play from another world, my advice would don't make it a major point for your character. I don't care where my RL friends are from really so long as I like them.

Howdy there! Hope everyone is well. I know there are a lot of these sort of posts so I'll get to the meat of the matter and let you all move on! Me: Quick cap. Been rping for roughly four to five years now in both MMO's and Tabletop. I work a lot (but who DOESN'T these days) so time in game isn't as much as it could be but I prefer RP to game play so always happy to pop in and rp when able. I love plots and hope to maybe be part or help organize some if able to. The Character: My character, Tray'Ju Estinoch, is a drug-dealing smuggler operating out of Ul'dah and I'm looking for rp with him! He's a miqo'te in his thirtieth year. He's soft spoken, thoughtful, and currently trying to pay off some debts he owes while also trying to finance his own addictions. He was born and raised in Limsa, where he served as first a cabin boy and then, later, a ship's navigator. His naval career began when he was sixteen and came to an end a decade later when he bonded and settled down to farm and start a family. A goal that, sadly, never reached fruition. His mate was killed and he came to Ul'dah planning to avenger her. However he became wrapped up in crime and, in truth, as stopped trying to avenge his mate on any scale above lip service. RP Hooks A hook would be pretty simple. If you character is a law enforcement type, they could apprehend him. If the criminal sort, well that's an even easier hook. And if something else, I'd be happy to work it with you. Type of Rp Looking for: I am seeking all sorts of rp, especially good plots that span multiple events. Tray'Ju is a low fantasy character so I try to aim for that sort of story since he couldn't keep up with fireball wielding mages or void spawn, though I won't say no to any sort of good rp. lol. If you are interested, pm. I wish you a good day and thanks for stopping by!