Oscare

"None. And none forever more." Oscare's answer was quick, short, and clear.

This. All of it. Every single pixel. I still haven't started. @_@

Seems like Titan's dry fists get the better of you today, Kage.

/looks at Aya's screenshot /bites lip ANYWAY. Here's one of me and Jancis the other day when we were screwin' around in Thanalan.

Ooooo Aya looking pretty fine there! She is adorable. ;~;

We have thwarted the Red. Blue is next.

It's good to hear you're feeling better! Hope it remains that way! Welcome back and nice to meet you!

First it was pumpkin orange, now it's honey yellow. Why isn't there the gray team? Gray is a color too, gais. D:

[[Looks like I made a quote error over there, oops.]] "Tch." He just clicks his tongue. "Myself, obviously. Besides me, nothing. Haven't found that thing I want to 'fight' for, as many would like to call it. I don't have that drive to defend someone."

"Obviously my bow. Duh. What kind of bowman is one without his trusty bow? Nothing or no one can ever match the value of my bow to me. At least, not yet."

"I..." Oscare looks from side to side. Wow, did she really just have the audacity to say that? "Well, if you must know, I prefer boxers. Easy to move around in." He lifts his head. "What a strange topic changer."

Omg pretty. ;~; She's the paladin we all dreamed about.

"That's because we ARE animals. It IS a prey-or-be-preyed world. If you can't work to earn a single coin, or you can't bother yourself to pick up a tome or a sword or anything you want to defend yourself, you may as well be a walking corpse." He looks down, however. "... I won't deny that yes, there are those out there that are worth defending on a personal level. But you said so yourself, we can better right? I'm not. These are hunter instincts, just like your code of honor." He narrows his eyebrows. "Alright, humor ME for once, then." "What do you think is worth defending so much, Master-Mister-Sir-Whatever, paladin?"

I, for one, welcome our new fuzzy-eared overlords. Soon enough the only ones left will be miqo'tes. AND WE'LL KNOW WHO TO BLAME. HERETIC.

The catgals are taking over our lives.

"... Heh." He snickers violently. "No wonder you paladins suck and drop like flies. You're too nice. You follow this crap of a concept called 'honor'. You feel sorry when you cause a wound? I feel alleviated because I just saved myself from death. It's survival -- tricks and traps. Cheating. I don't have time to worry about 'is this wrong or is this right', I'm worrying about 'survival or death'."

"Honor? HONOR? The hell do you think of life, Miss Crofte?! Nothing waits, time keeps revolving around and around. If I had to wait just to get my chance at a man's throat, I'd rather choose to not live. Honor is a worthless concept. To me, it's do-or-die." "I like to think that the Twelve does guide us, but they do not make us. Dear Nophica and the others -- they bless us with our world's energy of aether. But they do tell us the correct usage of it? No. Man decided that." Oscare looked down for a second. "There are five true senses that I firmly believe all life has. Hearing. Thinking. Feeling. Observing. And reacting. These are the true five principles that change with every single individual. No one has the same interpretation of these 'senses'."

"Plenty of people want me dead, honey. I want them dead too. There are others I want bleeding on the floor without ever knowing what hit them. This is what a sniper does. This is what I'll do. Is there a problem?" His response was grim.

Oscare sings and dances and would probably use a guitar/bass!

"The answer to that is a very simple one." Oscare smirks, a cocky one at that too. "I want to become the best bow-and-gunman in Eorzea. A sniper that has no match. Eyes that are practically weapons. Curious question. I like your style."

"Me? Not particularly." Oscare snorts. "Won't say I haven't eyed a few now and then, but they don't catch my eyes as well as say, a good lookin' hyur or roe. Heh." [[Remember, questions can be player-to-character too. They all don't have to be IC.]]

"I hate it. I'm no 'Master' or 'Lord'. I'm just Oscare, thanks. Don't attach those fancy titles on me." Oscare flicks his chin away. "I've never been up to that crap."

So back in my WoW RP days, in our forums, we had a little game known as "Truth Serum". In the intro of the thread, the thread poster's character would drink something -- be it water, tea, coffee, anything. But this drink was a 'truth serum', and the character would start hearing questions that he or she MUST answer ((unless it gives very important details to plot development or spoilers to anything currently being run IC)) to this voice. This voice could be another character (ex: Jancis asks; "How are you feeling?") and Oscare would respond as if he was talking to this character ICly (even if he doesn't know you ICly!). This Character-to-Character. Another form is "Player-to-Character" where it's more of an OOC question that I would answer as if it were asked ICly (ex: Some forum user says; "Player-to-Character: Do you like tight shirts or baggy ones?"). This not only allowed us to expand our characters in ways we never imagined (like the shirt question above), but it serves as more of 'trivia' thing! Of course, you can't use any of this information in-game. This is all OOC in an IC standard, if that makes any sense. So, if you guys have anything you want to randomly know, ask away! Be as personal as you like. In-character intro: Oscare sat at his usual chair in the Quicksand when a lovely miqo'te female barmaid approached him. She politely offers him a glass of herbal tea -- strange. He had not ordered anything. But he nods in return and takes a quick sip of it. Something unexpected happened. He started hearing voices once he put the glass down, looking around. No one was speaking to him? He just looks across the table and sees you. "Got something to say?"

Not gonna even ask. /nods as his head

Ohai! I'm surprised you haven't RP'd with me yet.