Askier

Plan nothing. I did it. Waaayyy back during my first Bomb event, I had planned on Askier to die in the end. Seemed only fitting . But that got changed and Osric was a busy body and through IC changed all that So Askier go to stick around and be a pain for years. Now. For Jin'li. Oh he was planned for death from the start. Back when he was just a Garlean slave, he was written to die. Back then was horribly sick and dying of diseases. His first death was at the cconclusion of an arc and it felt fitting. His second death is more complicated and lore stretchy so I'll leave that alone. Lol. Point is, a character dying can, if done well, add real oomph to their story and makes you look back at them as a complete character. I view them as having completed their stories and feel actually satisfied with their endings. I'd rather a character die with a bang than have them fizzle out with a whimper. As for my newest character, Hojo, I actually don't plan on him dying and have nothing planned with him Along those lines. I'm not opposed to his death one day. But it will need to be in a way that feels like the end of a good story. I'm not about killing off a character in a random bar brawl. My characters only get to die when I say they can. Lol.

Take the plunge and return! The waters of rp are great!

I was gonna level, I swear. But then I saw the pretty fire and -stares-

Yeah I'm with Warren here. IC relationships can be great but they are just that, IC. If there relationship, IN ANY WAY, negatively affects your OOC life, its time to end that relationship cause a line has been crossed that should never be.

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Oh oh oh pick me! Pick me! Lol. Seriously though, my characters have been causing headaches for the do holders of Eorzea for years. Recently I've semi-retired one and had one killed at the end of a two year plot arc. My new character is a merc/bruiser for hire and I'm trying to build him up a network of contacts for more avenues of rp. In game can be found on Hojo'to. Give me a poke in game or here via pm if you're interested or have questions!

You've only been at it for a week. Give it time. Rp will come. You just have to recall you are starting over. To give a example with this game, I used to have a character who had a lot of contacts that I acquired over the years but recently retired him and made a new one. Like you, I was basically starting from scratch. And, even with all my ooc contacts, it took time for him to get drawn into events and plots cause IC no one knew him. My best advise is just be stupid friendly. I have made a lot of friends simply because I saw something on their character search tag and poked them about it. Some of the best rp was a result of ooc discussing characters with a total stranger and us agreeing to want to rp after we learned about each other's characters.

Final Fantasy XV will be the story of four best friends going on a coming of age road trip. Along the way they will share secrets, explore their sexuality, play pinball, drive in snow, text, meet that ONE sexy girl to make the game not a total sausagefest, hook up with said chick, and listen to 80's pop music. Oh yeah, occasionally they will take acid and on these acid trips they will ride chocobos and fight the primal gods before coming back to the modern era reality where everything sucks and there arent nearly enough sets of beeewbs to be found. They will also drink Starbucks. So be excited world. Final Fantasy Road Trip is coming soon! Its like the movie Eurotrip, but with more hair gel.

Isn't this like a weekly headline these days? Lol

I agree with you on that Warren. Never jumped into an rp without sending a pm. But seen a few people, mostly in QS, flip out before when someone randomly joined in; meanwhile it -did- say in their search info walk-ups welcome. Just saying if you dont want it, take it out of your search info.

Yes but... remember, that bullying may be part of a plotline. Probably best to send a tell asking if they mind security stepping in. ^^ Walk-ups Welcome means Walk ups welcome. Most people mean it when they have it. If you dont want people possibly entering the scene, dont rp in a public place.

I suppose I am one of 'those' rpers that the OP mentioned. Ya know, the one who axes off npcs like its nothing. Both of my main characters of the past two years were, well, in the end, not wonderful people. Askier was a bit more complicated. He'd happily kill anyone for a fee, unless he let them get close to him. And this resulted in a horrible fear of letting people get close in case he had to hurt them ever, which happened a few times. But I wrote him butchering numerous npcs for coin but he had long since stopped thinking morality existed in the world; so he found his mechanism for dealing. As for my...other...killer, Jin'li Well for him, killing was as easy as breathing. To my knowledge, he's only one of a handful of pc characters to commit genocide and has actually killed several PC's off. It never once bothered him. There are people who can kill and not have it affect them. And they don't have to be psychopaths in any way. To say that its weird to meet someone who kills and is normal after is wrong, isn't fair. If you have ever met a soldier or a navy SEAL, they are often VERY normal people who talk about games and football, yet, their ENTIRE job is to kill. They have found a way to internalize and continue living. When you consider that most characters are only one step above being mercenaries, who kill for coin, is it really that surprising to meet people who basically paint cities red and then go home to their families?

MMMM don't mind me A-A-ron. Just comparing hair. And smelling you. -eyebrow waggle-

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It would make for a fascinating anit-hero/antagonist character. But, like Warren said, most people play on the good side and that sort of thing normally doesn't go over well. So expect the character to either be lectured to death about why its wrong, arrested, or hunted down himself for it. Lol. But if you want to play it, I say go for it!

aRGTHLNNEOc It was over. Finally over. The last piece of Jin'li was gone forever. The minds of Mihk'a and A'ahdra, the last of the Epinoch bloodline, were secure and surrounded by those who loved him. And, while the scars would remain, the wounds were healing. Slowly; but time heals all things in the end. Jin'to Epinoch gave a small smile as he looked down from his perch above the Goblet, his golden hair falling about his dazzling, golden eyes. Ul'dah endured. All the city states endured. They had weathered the storm of madness. There would be more, trouble in time. Of that Jin'to was assured. The nature of the universe never allowed true peace to last for very long. But that's what kept heroes coming around. So many heroes. The bright eyes of the male looked down at the Dauntless house. Ai, Seitsuda, Amra, Siha. They had played their parts in all this madness, had they not? Suffered more than most would ever know. But they endured. And continued on. Heroes, all. Jin'to shifted his snowboard on his back and a breeze blew, dancing in his hair and tugging at his tattered attire.. How long had it been since the madness had begun? How had it begun. With a song. Jin'li's song of mantra and madness. But the world was not all cruel. The Twelve made good and evil both. And it was not fair that only evil might sing. The good in this world deserved a chance to sing too. And Jin'to had fought, died, and plotted to make things and people whole once more. He would not let the last song of the Epinoch name be a cry of evil. So the blonde turned and began to sing an old song he had once heard. [align=center]I saw the light fade from the sky On the wind I heard a sigh As the snowflakes cover My fallen brothers[/align] [align=center]I will say this last goodbye. [align=left]Jin'to was now in the city streets of Ul'dah. He saw them there. The bearded man known as Osric Melkire and his exotic love, Kanaria. They were laughing deeply with an old face. Khan'a Ol'hilkas was smoking a pipe and enjoying the mirth his joke had upon his old friends. Jin'to kept singing to himself as he smiled and faded away, the next lines of the lyrics flowed from his lips. [align=center]Night is now falling So ends this day The road is now calling And I must away Over hill and under tree Through lands where never light has shone By silver streams that run down to the sea Under cloud, beneath the stars Over snow and winter's morn I turn at last to paths that lead home [align=left] Roen Denerith, surrounded by snow and her head held high as her steely eyes looked at this world, the desire to change it and make it better so clear in her eyes. And not far off, that mysterious figure of the woman called Delial Grimson. Come what may, they had played their parts and would play more parts to come Jin'to was gone again, his voice soft on the wind. [align=center]And though where the road then takes me, I cannot tell We came all this way But now comes the day To bid you farewell Many places I have been Many sorrows I have seen But I don't regret Nor will I forget All who took that road with me [align=left]A flash of faces. Warren. Alexie. Franz. Khit. Arin. Julius. Liadan. Erik. Mcbeef. Kage. Sazi. Tiergan. C'kayah. So many faces linked to all this madness. Jin'to saw them. They had, in their way, hand a hand in ending the madness of Jin'li Epinoch. Jin'to faded away.[/align] [/align] [align=center]Night is now falling So ends this day The road is now calling And I must away Over hill, and under tree Through lands where never light has shone By silver streams that run down to the sea To these memories I will hold With your blessing I will go To turn at last to paths that lead home [align=left] Jin'to came to a cliff. Below was a beach. A family of four walked along it, leading trails in the sand. A wife, a husband, a daughter and a son all walked. Laughing. Together, as a family at long last. Jin'to gave a smile as the waves lapped upon the shore slowly. There, the four whom had suffered the most. All, at last, healing. They had one another. What more could Jin'to do for them? He had done his part. It was all he could. Their destiny was now their own. Jin'to turned, faded, and stopped. He stood in the middle of a vineyard that had been abandoned. In the center rose a fountain that had been converted to a memorial for a dead woman. One who had, in secret, been very dear to Jin'to. He walked up and knelt before it. He planted a single rose at the base and hung his head in reverance. [align=center]And though where the road then takes me, I cannot tell We came all this way But now comes the day To bid you farewell [align=left]Jin'to reached out and touched the base and caressed it tenderly as he looked up at the name cared into the stone. "Ashwynn Adonis. I've seen to it. Be at peace." Jin'to rose and turned, his footsteps falling as the setting sun blazed before him. Jin'to smiled as he thought back on everything. [align=center]I bid you all a very fond farewell The End ((Here, after two years, concludes the Jin'li Epinoch "Saga". To all who have shared this journey with me, thank you. You are all awesome! It has been a long, surprising, extremely fun ride. See you all around. )) [/align] [/align] [/align] [/align] [/align] [/align] [/align] [/align] [/align]

I don't think its a big deal. If someone wants to play a half and half they should. This is fun and to some rpers that type of character is fun. Most half-breed I've met don't bring it up outside the first meeting and I can't recall a time where it ever detracted from the rp session. This is like real life. We can debate till we are blue in the face about it. But it won't change anything really. We will run into half-breeds, especially the miqo'te mix, for years to come.

SBjQ9tuuTJQ The white raven looked down at the Dauntless house with its red eyes that glowed like super heated rubies. They were unblinking eyes, with a purpose and burning intelligence in them. The bird thought back to earlier that day. To what it had seen. It had seen an ending. It had seen Jin'li Epinoch defeated at long last, the trap made by the son of Askier Mergrey executed to perfection in a brief moment of time. The bomb. The never ending assault by the snipers. The aether flow. The corrupting power of the stone that had been lodged into Jin'li's body by Melkire and caused the abomination to disintegrate into nothing as it had torn Jin'li apart at the most basic of levels. It had been executed to perfection. Executed by those who desired the end to Jin'li and his efforts to change the world. Jin'li as gone. But his shadow still hung over the world. Still his arms company pumped out weapons to fuel conflicts. Still, his victims licked their wounds and suffered. Still the white raven remained. It cawed from atop the highest windmill of the Goblet as the strong gusts spun the great sails that drove the shafts below to draw up the water the city needed. Water once poisoned. The Epinoch legacy. A legacy that wasn't over yet. The crow cawed and blue smoke rose up from the animal's mouth as it shook. The smoke grew in density and mass until it was nearly six feet tall. The weaving gases expanded further before the column of cloud blew away to reveal a haggard miqo'te in ragged attire, peering down at the same house. Blond hair fell about the golden eyes as a black ash smear covered the space between his eyes. Across his back was strapped some sort of board and black bandages were wrapped around his palms and fingers. He was smiling to himself as his golden eyes kept watching the building. Inside that building might be the last being with the true, unaltered Epinoch blood in their veins. And the Epinoch madness might be trying to take root. The golden smug cat flicked his tail and shook his head as he reflected. How much had he changed since death? Was he not more crafty now? Had he not played the game for both sides? Had he not only manipulated Jin'li, but also all those who had stood united against the youngest Epinoch? Had he, at long last, dug deep into his mind, and realized he was the union of his brothers and able to surpass both? Was he not making things as he felt they should be? The Twelve he served knew his heart. And he knew it too. So much to do. No sense in waiting. He stretched, his bones popping as they settled into their original form. Once he felt sufficiently stretched, he calmly turned to a ladder and proceeded to go about his business.

And from the floating ball of blue came the terrible words: "HEY! HEY LISTEN!"

Title basically says it! What is your job and how would character handle doing it? Go nuts!

9_QmQ1Rlc4Q From his room in Limsa, the miqo'te could see far. He could see the people moving below, the ocean stretching to the horizon, and the setting sun setting towards the west; its golden rays dancing upon the rolling sea of blue. It was a vision of beauty that could take the breath away. Jin'li wasn't looking at it. He was standing before a table, his shoulders hunched as he placed his palms on the surface. Before him were stretched and scattered papers and charts from all over Eorzea. Letters, reports, articles, all things that told a tale. A tale of anarchy. His freed slaves where multiplying on their own now. The men and women the miqo'te had freed were disrupting everything from trade to the safety of the roads themselves. Some slaves had become bandits. Others, freedom fighters, and yet others had gone home. But chaos was seeping across the lands, violently. It was still small, but it was growing, like the build of an orchestra into a tremendous crescendo. And through the wold, Jin'li conducted the madness. All for a sinister plan. Anarchy was just the first step. The true plan had not been forgotten. His special weapons, forged by his own methods, had been spread and spread and spread. And more and more had they killed, and the souls of those slain by them, became part of Jin'li's final plan. One so near completion he could taste it. His tongue slid over his lips. The only thing that satisfied the miqo'te was souls. Because souls is what he needed for his plan so long in the making. Soon he would have all he needed. And with the final life claimed, his spell would complete, and the fabric that divided the words from the void would fall. And the freedom of madness would consume the world inch by inch, life by life. Until chaos was the norm and the chains of slavery, the binding obstructions of laws and morality, were gone. Soon, everyone would be equal. Soon madness would run free. And all would survive because they did so on their own. Freedom was not easy. But it was freedom. And better to die a free man, than live as a dog. The white raven fluttered its wings as it looked at Jin'li. And Jin'li looked back at it as he smiled. He could hear music in his head and he turned towards the window and he began waving his arms, increase the tempo of the orchestra in his mind as his eyes shimmered and a broken smile wormed its way over his lips as he stepped to the window and repeated his mantra in a smug cackle. The cackle of a man who thinks he has won. And after all, had he not? What could stop him now? [align=center]"No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold,[/align] [align=center]Nothing satisfies me but your soul"[/align]

Wow talk about a necro thread.

6HCQBt3NISc Time had passed. Nights, days, round the world spun in the heavens as the celestial bodies danced their eternal dance. His wounds were healing. The physical ones. He had been taken in and was being healed slowly over time. The damage to his mind, however, was still being determined. Memories were lost. He could recall pictures but not the specifics, and sometimes the specifics and not the picture. He could not recall his mother's face but could recall her voice. He knew he had been a heir to a wealthy merchant and his company. Knew he had fallen in with the darker elements of trade and business. He knew he could once play 'The Game' of business very well. His silver tongue had been skilled. But he had been beaten by his rivals. Sold into slavery. Made to learn humility. The drugs were gone from his mind, but the damage remained. He could not recall all of his past. Gaps. So many gaps. The male slowly walked alone through the Goblet's streets as he thought. He was free. He owed Nahare a life debt. He would kill one person in exchange for his. But what then? What when his life debt was over? He was in a strange land. He had few friends. No money. No influence. No power. And the male was unsure if he -wanted- those things again. What had power and coin gotten him? Humility. Separation. They had lost him everything he had ever cared for. Would it not be better to devote himself to his studies of blood? To devote himself to his self perfection and the art he had once used as a weapon? Perhaps, in the purity of his cult's chants and its rituals he would find peace. Purpose. Happiness. Perhaps. A white raven cawed. Khole lifted his head, black hair parting for his emerald eyes to see the same white bird from the night of his escape gazing back at him. That bird. The herald of the angel in black. He blinked as the avian creature took to the sky, dropping a single feather that danced on a sudden wind that guided the white thing down into an alley. Like blood in the vein, Khole felt that he was free to move around but his path was set by the Navigator. Was this her sign now? He followed the feather into the darkness of a tunnel, wind tugging at his raged attire. The pupils grew in the dark as he followed. He smelt. He listened as his ears flicked. Something close. He drew further and further into the tunnel until he saw the feather, resting at a small side departure. He picked up the feather and, in the growing vision of his dilating eyes, saw it. "Blood in the veins, guided to our fates." Khole said calmly as he looked and understood.

lmc21V-zBq0 Where had the knife come from? Did it matter? It was the angel's gift. That angelic miqo'te in black had set Khole free. Set all the slaves free. Blood filled the air. Pounded in Khole's veins. Coated his tongue, lips, and throat. It coated the walls. Drenched his flesh. Made Khole look like a monster. Drugs. Clouds. Violence. Death. Khole and his fellow slaves. Hacking, stabbing, murdering. Killing guards and brothel patrons apart. No mercy. No kindness. Only a mad clawing for freedom. The silk curtains cut. Flesh sliced. Screams silenced. Blades clashed. Khole swung. Cutting. Cutting. Cutting. There. More guards. Better armed. Dead slaves at their feet. Khole howled in a primal rage and charged. Behind them was the door. His freedom. He would not be denied. Blood lust and drugs rose up and his mind was lost in their haze. *** Outside. Ul'dah nights were cold. The streets vacant. Allyways emptier. Khole ran, holding his gut with his left hand. Blood oozed from a gash that had opened his abdomine from left to right like a weeping mouth. The miqo'te was holding his organs back as he staggered in a haze. He wanted to cry. He did. Tears of blood. He was free. After four years, he was at last free. But where to go? He needed the Navigator. She sent her angel. There the miqo'te in black stood. An angel of kindness made flesh. The miqo'te pointed a pale hand towards a route that went towards the Goblet. "That way. You will find safy there in the form of a woman. If you get lost, straight is always the answer home." The angel in black was gone. A flock of crows cawing was there now as a white raven led the way. KHole followed the white wings as his mind was lost again as the drugs took over. *** Houses. Streets. Footprints of blood. A trail. Time. How long was he walking? How long had he been free? Khole staggered down a tunnel in the Goblet. Following a white raven. Straight. Straight. A form. The first person he'd seen in his haze. A woman. With eyes gold. Twin suns beneath bloody hair. A coat. Khole staggered up to her and fell before her as if she was an altar to the Navigator. "Help...me..." Khole wheezed as blood fell from his lips. "Please." The drugs arose again and his mind was lost. Lost. But he was free. Darkness.

-Ninja sneaks up behind Ossy- -Spartan Kicks Ossy off- -Looks over cliff as Ossy plunges towards the earth- "Yeah, he sure does have a few malms to go..."