Marisa

Of course, its so obvious!

Carrying this over from the facebook group. If your character was an animal, what would they be? Ryoko would be this little guy. This is because she's most comfortable in colder climates, she's reasonably clever, has a strong sense of curiosity, but she's not very strong and shies away from danger. Everybody's gotta have one of these, right? What's your animal?

I do that sometimes. I've been known to even talk to the NPCs from time to time. I swear I'm not crazy.

Hello! I don't know you but it's great to see new faces!

Ryoko isn't a dragoon IC, but if you're not 100% committed to keeping it dragoon-only, I play an Ishgardian battle priestess and I've got a friend who's an archer. Both of us are from House Fortemps. I'd actually been considering starting an Ishgard linkshell recently, so I'd definitely be interested.

...and there's another one. Keeping a list of people I know are heretics OOC. So far Ryoko has identified zero of them IC, making her literally the worst witch hunter ever. Anyway, Otto, I pop up there from time to time, so if I see you I'll be sure to say hi!

As a priestess of Halone, on the other hand, Ryoko would have no choice but to respect the sanctity of battle, and pray for her friend's swift journey to Valhalla. It's happened before, with a friend who had to take an extended hiatus from the game and wanted to go out with a bang. I'll see you on the other side, Gaethyk.

They wouldn't let me make her from Innistrad! I actually ran a red/white deck back then that this card would have been somewhat useful in. She'd be a cheap and easy way to start stacking up Chalice of Life.

Completely random and off topic, but this conversation has made me realize that there needs to be a lalafell bard named Ayaya Yaya with this theme music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ftwHWw7uZA#t=37 And I know just the lalafell to suggest that to... edited because wtf was that formatting

I used to RP Harry Potter! We still used dial-up back then, so that should tell you how long ago that's been. Although I recently was on a board where some folks were RPing as Harry Potter characters in a different universe, so it's still a thing! As for the Naruto rp, sorry but :lol: anyway, you'll like Balmung! As an Ishgardian priestess I'm super biased, but "Former Ishgardian Knight" sounds like a fancy word for heretic to me!

I would have all three, but nobody ever calls out Odin anymore! Can't get the damn sword ;_;

Edgar patted Ryoko on the head and walked past her, disappearing into the crowd. Mishka dumped the coins from her hand back into the pouch and approached Ryoko, shoving it into her chest. “Count out 10,000 of these when we get back to the inn, and put them in a separate bag.” “Seriously? That’ll take forever!” protested Ryoko. “Being an apprentice means you get to do all of the shitty jobs. You think I didn’t go through the same thing?” “It must have been so hard, screwing the Knight Commander for promotions,” Ryoko countered, sarcastically. Mishka simply shook her head in frustration. Grabbing Ryoko by her ponytail, she marched toward the entryway of the coliseum, ignoring the pleas of the girl being dragged behind her. Back at the inn, Ryoko set about counting out 10,000 gil while Mishka perused their new selection of arms and armor. Their new wardrobe included full-body suits, black as night and weaved from a synthetic Garlean fiber. They were padded with a flexible but resilient material which Mishka had never seen before. Under the pile of clothing was a dossier which, upon inspection, contained sketches and diagrams detailing the use of the various Magitek devices included in the delivery, all meticulously translated into the Ishgardian holy script. Mishka attempted to read them aloud. “Obdow…uh… ah-oo reh… reh… Gods dammit!” Mishka became irritated and chucked the manual at Ryoko. “Read this when you’re done counting.” Mishka returned to rummaging through the drawers. “I don’t see how you can make sense of that shit.” “Maybe if you’d practice more? It’s kind of important to be able to read these things…” “Hey, I’ve been hunting witches for years and never once needed to read anything! Everything in those dossiers are basically suggestions anyway,” Mishka explained, shrugging. “That’s probably how you ended up in prison, don’t you think?” inquired Ryoko, snidely. “Gridanian prison. It was practically a vacation, and I left as soon as I felt like it. Those tree-huggers couldn’t stop a blind and crippled man from escaping…” Ryoko skimmed the pages of the report, making note of the sections on optics and weaponry. On the last page were a set of vague instructions phrased in the form of some unusual questions. With some effort, Ryoko read them off and pondered their purpose. She looked up from the dossier in time to see Mishka pull long and elegant dress from the drawer. “Ah crap, they want me to wear this for something, don’t they?” asked Mishka. Ryoko looked down again and flipped through the dossier, landing on a note bearing the seal of House Fortemps. “It says we’re supposed to have dinner with a trade prince in three days time. Apparently we’re escorting Emissary Rondelet.” Ryoko watched Mishka tossing various garments from the dresser, each one as lavish and expensive as the last. “More diplomatic work… how do I always get pulled into this nonsense?” complained Mishka. Ryoko stared blankly at the clothes. “Why do they do this, Mishka?” “Do what?” “The fancy clothes, the dinners, the bribes… Ishgard can’t afford these things! People are starving!” Mishka seemed unconcerned. “Just keeping up appearances, I guess.” “But…maybe if the other nations knew how poor our people are, they’d want to help!” “Ryoko,the Church is full of stuffy old men who will do anything to protect their pride. They’d shit a brick at the mere thought of Ishgard accepting charity. Besides, Ul’dah is the last place you’d ever look for it. Poverty is the fuel that keeps this place running. If they found out how desperate we are, they wouldn’t think twice about taking advantage of it. If we want anything out of them, we have to appear strong and in control.” Ryoko stared at the floor for a moment, reflecting on the conversation. She sullenly returned to counting coins.

I'll be trying to update this as frequently as possible! And because I'm an attention whore, the more feedback I get, the faster I'll write! I mean hardcore feedback, too! Brutally honest feedback! You're not doing it right unless I'm crying! Here we are, under the same old sun… The morning light flooded the room at the Hourglass as the sound of guests awakening echoed through the corridor. The streets below were coming to life with street merchants preparing their wares for sale, while Ryoko sat at the breakfast nook, examining the colors available in her cigar box full of crayons. Today she was sketching the fountain at the center of the Ruby Road, of which she had an excellent view from her window. The rays of the sun had not yet crested the towering walls of Ul’dah, leaving the plaza draped in shadow. Ryoko was left to guess which color the water would be once the sun hit it. After much deliberation, Raptor Blue was the chosen crayon. Ryoko had made a daily ritual of spending the morning hours coloring pictures while she waited for the day’s activities to begin. Ul’dah had been deemed too dangerous for her to be wandering around unattended, and Mishka had a habit of sleeping until the heat of the midday sun made the room uninhabitable. Today, however, Mishka was conspicuously absent from their inn room, and had been since Ryoko had woken up almost two hours ago. This was unusual, but not unheard of. Despite Ryoko’s protestations, Mishka would disappear from time to time, sometimes for days. What she was doing, Ryoko had no idea, but she was sure it was nothing good. As if summoned by the mere thought of her, Mishka suddenly kicked the door open and unceremoniously strode into the inn room. She tossed an unmarked brown sack onto the bed and moved to Ryoko’s side, hiking a leg up on one of the chairs. “What’re you doin’, brat? Why are you still sittin’ around in your underwear?” she demanded. “I’m coloring, like I do every morning! Shouldn’t you be sleeping off a hangover or something?” Mishka titled her head back to look at the ceiling, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath through her nose. She looked back down at Ryoko. “I told you to be dressed and ready to go by the time I got back!” “You said no such thing! I haven’t even seen you today!” Ryoko shot back,pointing a crayon at Mishka accusingly. “Not that I’m not used to being abandoned here.” “Whatever,you were probably asleep,” replied Mishka, waving her sibling off. “Just get some clothes on and get your shit together fast. We’ve got a meeting at the coliseum at the top of the hour.” Ryoko shook her head and began putting her crayons away. Having secured them all, she stood from the table and walked over to the wardrobe. A meeting in an area like the coliseum meant that they’d likely be discussing more secretive matters, so she’d want a casual outfit that wouldn’t draw attention. While it seemed counter intuitive to hold covert meetings in such a crowded area, the noise meant that nobody more than a few fulms away could hear them, and the events kept wandering eyes away from the exchange. Now clothed in a knee-length skirt and a black silk tunic, as was the fashion for young women in Ul’dah, Ryoko slipped into her sandals and tucked the steel knife from atop her nightstand into her sash. As the final touch, she took a silver ribbon from the drawer and tied it into a bow, securing her hair into a loose ponytail. Across the room, Mishka was loading a ball into her pistol, which she proceeded to hide within her right boot. She then opened the door, and beckoned Ryoko to follow her out. Arriving at the coliseum, Mishka scanned the audience for their contact. The morning practice matches didn’t draw quite the crowd that the nightly contests did, but it would suffice. As the only man in Ul’dah who’s skin wasn’t browned by the oppressive desert sun, their contact would be quite easy to spot among the locals. Without too much effort, Mishka picked him out of the crowd. She took Mishka by the hand and dragged her off toward him. Edgar Blake spotted his agents almost as soon as they set foot in the stands. As the two half-breeds forced their way through the crowd, he couldn’t help but enjoy the exposed cleavage and athletic figure of the elder sister. Were she not so unrefined, he mused, she might have made an excellent wife. Although, the younger one shows promise… He let out a short and restrained laugh as he dismissed the thought from his mind. Even if Mishka weren’t the uncultured scoundrel she was, he would never risk his flawless reputation in pursuing a half-breed, regardless of her family’s stature. And one born out of wedlock, at that. The rumors about the Stormsong clan had not escaped Sir Edgar’s ears. “Edgar!” Mishka nearly shouted as she came face to face with the man. “I understand you have something for us today!” Mishka stood confidently before the midlander, hands on her hips, while Ryoko waited quietly behind her. “More gil, I hope? Seems I just ran out of our last allowance this morning,” she said with a smirk. “But of course, far be it from me to slow your rampant expenses,” Edgar responded with a sarcastic smile. He hefted a bag of golden coins into Mishka’s outstretched hand. Mishka’s eyes grew wide with disbelief upon feeling the weight of the sack. “Bit heavy this month, eh?” she inquired. “Yes,well it’s not all for you,” he said judgmentally. “You’re going to need to pay somebody off tonight. One of our men inside the Brass Blades has offered up some very valuable information. Goes by the call sign Red Viper. He’ll know you ask Frostwolf.” “What’s he wanting?” “10,000 gil and an emergency extraction out of Thanalan if the operation goes south. But that’s not going to happen, now is it?” “10,000?" exclaimed Mishka, “That’s gotta be more of the bag!” Edgar stared blankly at Mishka in disbelief. “Your allowances would last a lot longer if you’d stay out of the local drug trade!” Mishka suddenly looked shocked. “You really didn’t think we’d find out? We see everything. Now listen to me. Be in the alley behind the Quicksand just after nightfall tonight. Don’t look for Red Viper, he’ll come to you.” Ryoko nodded in confirmation at Edgar, while Mishka was largely ignoring him and trying to get a count of the coin in her hand. Done with Mishka, Edgar leaned down close to Ryoko and continued his instructions to her. “The Church has also seen fit to pay for new equipment for all agents currently in the field. As we speak, new furniture is being delivered to your room. Inside this furniture you will find your new armory, which should be a dramatic improvement over what you currently possess. I’m told the armor is made of synthetic materials of Garlean origin. They just recently became available in Eorzea, and the Holy See has paid more gil than you can imagine for access to them. I shouldn’t have to tell you to exercise the utmost care in their use.” Edgar turned his head to look over his shoulder at Mishka, still counting out gil one coin at a time. “Her, on the other hand… Anyway,you be a good girl and remember what I’ve told you. Halone knows she won’t.” To be continued.

Well, I would never RP a Highlander to be honest. I like Nordic names, but I find no appeal whatsoever in XIV highlanders (no offense, just personal taste). Midlanders are more my thing. As for the names being cliche... why does that limit me to light roleplay? Humans use common names. There are a million Johns on Earth, but not one of them has every been told "I don't consider you a real person because you have the same name as some other people". Barrett and Lawrence are proper English names, which is what most of the Midlanders in Final Fantasy use. And I'm not trying to be a special snowflake. My characters are meant to be everyday people, so it's entirely on purpose that they don't come with names like "Aldegeveryathajarion the Almighty God Slayer and Immortal Hero of the Northern Plains". Personally, if I were a Midlander parent, I'd give my kid a normal midlander name. Because if he's got a name like Geironul, he's gonna get his ass kicked by the other midlander kids. It also occurs to me that the 'light roleplay' comment was probably directed more toward the OP than myself. I get pretty defensive about my Barrett name, though. Been using it for years across dozens of games, but this is the first one where people have ever taken issue with it, because apparently there was some dude in FF7 with that name.

Something I noticed about the wiki update is that you can now search characters by their citizenship. Maybe something similar could be implemented to bring up a list of all characters who've tagged themselves as 'wanted'?

I have a friend who spends far too much time on character names, and he's not even a roleplayer. I've seen him spend upwards of 3 hours naming a character, just to come up with Dudeman Bromate. I, on the other hand, have a pretty easy time of it. Usually. In any game that gives you a first and last name, it's super easy, especially for men. My go-to male names are Barrett, Tiberius, or Lawrence. Russell too, on occasion. If it's a Star Wars universe, or if I'm an elf, I use Varen. If all of those are taken, that is when I become lost and helpless. For females, it's usually Rin, Ryoko, Kyeri, or Kalia. I chose Ryoko before I knew I'd be RPing in this game, but fortunately I can BS it into a Miqo'te name (Rhiokoh) and thus far nobody has called me out on it.

How would you feel about them telling other characters? I mean, OOC, of course. Obviously you'd probably be upset IC, but I mean as far as your relation with that person out of character. It's not something I've ever seen before. I'm talking something huge. Like, say you murdered somebody, and someone else found out, so they immediately started spreading rumors to other characters. Personally, I wouldn't mind. I think it's just a part of the realism, you know? But I'd like to know how others would feel in that situation.

I can definitely see how it would make some people uncomfortable. As someone who roleplays a minor myself, though, I like to handle it all in-character. Maybe it's because I have the benefit of being somebody who's well-armed and living in a safe neighborhood, but I'm never really worried about the person on the other end, even if their character is unsettling. Ryoko has had some strong advances come her way. It's usually not their fault, they don't know she's 14 OOC. And even IC, it's probably hard to tell the age of a young Miqo'te girl. Whether they know or not, Ryoko fends off their advances all the same. She's got a reputation to maintain as a priestess, after all. Even if they're the 'disturbingly persistent' type, I take it all IC. I have to imagine that pedophiles and perverts exist in Eorzea and would prey on girls like her, and while I would never expect another person to be as calm about it as I am, for me it's just part of the experience. I also learned back in WoW that sending the reply "<<< is a dude" will almost immediately end all attempts at unsolicited ERP. Though it's far more fun to do the whole "I take off my robe and wizard hat!" routine.

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No, I think what he's suggesting is the option to go back and redo instanced duties you've already done. Like, for example, if you wanted to do the last fight in the Dragoon quest again, you'd go to your inn room, open the book, find the quest, and press "Initiate Duty", allowing you to do the fight again. Sadly I don't think it'd be used enough to justify the development time, but I think it'd be a neat feature regardless. Plus, there's no technical reason it couldn't be done. It's just a matter of player interest.

Well Oscare, I honestly can't believe for a second that realism was anywhere on their priority list for this set. I mean firstly, the armor appears to be based on the Ninja Gaiden school of thought, which is, in turn, based on the background actors in Kabuki theater, not actual ninjas. What's more, no covert assassin on Earth would ever wear chainmail, which is the absolute loudest armor you can wear unless somebody invents a suit made of air-horns. As far as the lipstick gun, I have to imagine that's entirely a pop-culture creation, because the 'lipstick' tube was not introduced to Japan until the 1900s, and even firearms didn't really exist there until the late 1700s/ early 1800s when England and America brought them over. I would go as far as to say that the ninja is Japan's equivalent of the cowboy. By which I mean, they existed in some form, but almost everything anyone knows about them is actually mythology dreamed up by Hollywood writers.

We're still in the post-patch boom, so it's hard right now. Typically Balmung unlocks sometime between 4am-8am, and will stay unlocked for a few hours after.

Not really related to Ul'dah, but since we're talking about potentially RP-changing 2.4 content,

I do believe the goal here was sex-appeal. Which, of course, falls a bit short (no pun intended) when applied to a lalafell.

I wouldn't dare claim to have the actual warrior AF, but couldn't he just use the set and claim it's normal armor? I mean, it's just metal, leather, and fur, right?