Zhavi

Thanks all! Looking forward to potential future rps. :D

Okay, so, I've given up making plans for the time being because of how monstrously unreliable I am atm. Instead, what I would like to do is add people to my friends list so that I have a wider pool of people I can randomly poke to have the occasional throwdown. I've got really cool people in my friends list, currently, but either they aren't on when I am or they're usually engaged in rp because they're awesome and who wouldn't want to rp with them (it is pretty cruel, though, how often people I really want to rp with don't just spontaneously match up with my rp urges, which is a conundrum entirely of my own making)? SO! Details about me: I do both paragraph and one liner rp. I go by scene flow and try to minimize fluff in my own writing. I don't always succeed. If you want to see how much I can vary post to post, see here and just scroll up and down a bit, drop over into the prior page. I don't do like tons of paragraphs in game, but I do go from a multiple paragraph post to a one-liner or vice versa, occasionally, depending on context. I'm not into hi-nice-to-meet-you rp. I come to each rp with an idea of what's going on with zhi or things in the surroundings in my head. It's pretty rare for me not to have an idea of something in mind when I'm going into rp. If you want everything off the cuff and the idea of me having plottering seeds in my head, then I'm probably not your gal. Zhi is rough, gruff, tough, foolish, stupid, and addicted to various substances. She also usually smells, looks some measure of gross, and can be found in the dregs of most any places. She won't be found in any nice places. I prefer to keep her in Limsa but she can now travel! For reasons! I enjoy weirdness and grimdark and getting caught up in things. However, I'm not promising regularity. Think of this more like that oddball aunt who occasionally drops in out of the blue and takes you to a movie or something. Or you can be the oddball aunt. I'm not picky. I play Zhi like what she is: a young woman who grew up as a street kid in a big city. She doesn't have many culturally specific traits because of this; after zhi's mom left her family, mom became a whore to make ends meet. After things happened zhi was on her own around 8 or 9, and you do the math. If you want your keepers to act like keepers, you might not enjoy zhi. Likewise, if you don't like alcohol, drugs, morally questionable stuff, icky, and your nose probably being rubbed in the icky (because I like writing about the icky, even if I sometimes stretch the boundaries of realism or whatever), you might not enjoy my style of rp. But if you're not sure, let's try! Honestly I'm not really that bad. I love Joe Abercrombie, yeah, but I'm like uhh, I dunno, let's say China Mieville levels (only nowhere near as good a writer as him omg I idolize him). I'll likely be on mostly between 6pm-8pm PST on weekdays, and occasional spurts at who-knows-when on weekends. Most of my rp will thus be in small snippets, aided by the fact that zhi sorta does her own thing and has no compunctions about sticking around if something else catches her interest. Because of irl stuff, the 8pm is a hard cutoff, though, so if you're in the middle of a post I will HAVE to go. (something something bedtime something snrk no but really) I like meeting new people and doing new rps! Sometimes I get gruff on the rpc about my likes and dislikes and shit, but at the end of the day I'm a stubborn git who has had people turn my expectations upside down, stun me, and make me fall in love with their version of RP and stuff. Even when I'm grumbly at first, maybe especially then. (ps, but I am really squishy please don't think I'm mean or something...I just like arguing on the rpc, that's really it) That's it, then, just drop me a line here with your in game name and I shall do the rest! The rest being friending you and then randomly begging you for rp in ooc tells, with absolutely no hard feelings if you're busy, already in rp, not feeling it, or whatsohaveyou. (you don't even have to feel awkward if you don't want to! just be like 'not tonight, sorry :(' and I'll be like 'you're awesome, have a great night!' and all will be well) Unless we're never on at the same time, in which case my apologies in advance. Cheers!

Silence stretched, marked by Brindle's fidgeting and uncertain movements this way and that. Each time he made up his mind to go, the what if would tether him close and unwilling to quite give up the potential that the big roe represented. Even still, he didn't give up his sneer, youthful arrogance being one of the few things he had left to brandish against a world gone crazed. At last, he said, real slow, "if. . .iff'n ye ain't heard none o' Galleon, then -- an' I ain't sayin' I believe ye, mate, so don't go thinkin' ye done pulled one over me none -- but if ye ain't heard o' Galleon, then who're ye workin' fer? Who's payin' ye, coin or other?"

Zhi jerked back, expression wobbling and motions clumsy; it was her keeper night vision that saved her from being cornered against the counter. The room was cluttered with the paraphernalia of tailoring, big and small items alike, and even her quick step-step to the side (still well within the woman's reach, still within cutting distance) didn't give her much room to maneuver. Her wide eyes and gaping mouth settled on surprise and horror: the picture of some innocent being unjustly attacked. "Oy!" she screeched, hands up and defensive, "oy, oy!" as if no other thoughts crossed her crowded head beyond wild panic. After a third step near backed her against a leaning bolt of cloth (which was backed by several crates, itself), she forced out, "O' course I'm meself, why'd I be wantin' t'be anyone else, but I'm thinkin' that's no reason fer ye t'be pointin' sharps at me, no how!" If there is anything to be said for Zhavi Streetrunner, let it be this: the woman liked to drink. She liked to smoke. She liked to imbibe a good many things, the least of which fuzzed her mind and made her tipsy, and the worst of which took chunks from her memory, and distorted the rest. At her worst, she was bad for jobs when she indulged herself, her many addictions turning her hand sloppy when it should be moved with precision. She didn't recognize Melodia, had a blank disconnect between the woman standing before her and the faint, hazy memory of what seemed to be ancient fear, and pain, and hide-and-seek, blurred under yellow smears and a sneering face she couldn't quite make out in her mind's eye. For Zhi, the deception was still on, despite the deep and growing uncertainty that this woman standing in front of her might have recognized her from something off one of the long-since-litter bounties that had been placed on her head, most made impractical since she'd been towed out to sea too many times, for too long; hunters had better profits to chase than such a small-time scut as herself. So, she kept up her mask of some stupid young worker, holding out to confuse the other out of whatever recollection or idea had gone off in her head.

Crotchety old woman who previously held social/political influence but, since retirement or otherwise dethroning has instead fallen into a murky shadow of fireside rockingchair knitting circles, full of gossip and complaints against rule-breakers and "those young knuckleheads" so on and so forth. I got a taste of it with an old npc marquesa, with limited influence herself but significant amidst her more powerful family, with such character interplay as thus - that had to be one of my most favorite rps (it helped that my partner absolutely excels at subtle snark and wit), and since then the hankering to play gossipy old 70-80 year olds has had me. Circumstance and other rp whims, however, keep drawing my attention elsewhere.

Zhi grew up on the streets, so she didn't know how to read or write. She could recognize some letters, though. It wasn't until her con with Lolotaru that she started to learn to read (she begged him to take her on as an arcanist apprentice so she could get close enough to him to steal something, and part of that was learning to read and write). However, she still doesn't quite have all the letters and even when she can recognize them, she doesn't know a lot of words. I've had a lot of fun with her being illiterate. She'd receive written messages in game, but because she can be a butt and such, most of the time she wouldn't find anyone to read them to her and would just throw them away. It was fun for me to read the messages and be like 'zhi, you are such a dork' and have her be totally unaware of what was going on -- even when she really should have been considering her status as a runner! Teenage pride and all of that, thinking you're hot stuff and don't need no stinking literacy.

political rp (especially dealing with nobility or merchants, unf, I love me some trade machinations) and grimdark choking on the shadows and blood rp (just under the line of 'really?' .... but probably over the line for a lot of folks, anyways) are near and dear to my heart. Along with pretty much everything else. Except comedy -- it needs to be dark or dry for me to really get into comedy rp. or just drama by itself, not my thing. However, drama with just about anything, when done very thoughtfully and carefully, is wonderful. I love you, rp, in all your flavors. Even if I don't like writing some of them, I still love them.

Crowdfunding, to me, is a non tax deductible donation to developers and game ideas I like. As in, that's my nudge to keep trying to someone I already trust or whose ideas I like. If you're doing it to invest in something other than ideas in the clouds (where you expect nothing in return or expect it to crash and burn), you're gonna have a bad time. That said, everything I've put money towards I have been very pleased with. edit - especially that messenger bag. That thing is hot.

My Steam backlog is hundreds of games long, so I feel you. I've beaten like... four games in 2015. Fucking MMOs, man. It's bad enough for me that a friend gifted me a copy of The Cat Lady and I still haven't even put the code into steam. Though probably that has more to do with shitty memory, procrastination, and lack of sleep. Eh, you know.

IDK man, I got a sexy messenger bag from the last shadowrun kickstarter. Does that count? Your post has made me realize how few videogames I actually played this year. I'm gonna lose my cred at this rate.

Brindle backed up a few more steps, a sneer on his face and his back rigid. "Oho, still playin' th' lark, are ye?" There was a distinct lack of certainty in his voice, and more than a fair share of bravado. "Galleon, only th' blimmin' scut what's th' biggest mover o' hot cakes this side o' Eorzea. Yer mind all a-twattle, or has yer head been knocked about too much?" That he was exaggerating by a few malms would be easy to tell.

There was a hard glint in Zhi's eyes, there a moment and gone. What followed was nervous cheer, and babble. "Ain't wantin' t' get meself done up in knots over this, yer understandin', aye? Won't be yer own head gettin' chewed up an' spat out, no it won't, will it? Ye've yer tasks t'do an' I've mine, that's th' way of it, 'tis." She moved as she talked, with the jerky stiffness of a servant who's spilled the dirty mop water. "Ye'll let yer jacks know not t'come here, aye? If me master hears naught o' it, I'll be set back out on th' streets, that I will." Positioning herself opposite the stranger, she stood looking at the abandoned linkpearl, wringing her hands.

Zhi has had two street abortions done when she was younger. The second scarred her uterus, rendering her barren and further embittering her about mothers and children. Was going to do a short story about those events (part of the reason why she ran from her gang), never got around to it. Zhi always wanted to be a mother, find love, settle down. She will never admit to that, not even to herself. She donates some of her money (since she has little, we're talking a few gil here and there) to street doxies worse off than herself, but always makes it seem like it isn't charity. The only reason she does this is because of her deep child's love for her mother, who was a whore. She doesn't bathe or groom herself because she feels like it gives her some measure of control over her surroundings. This habit was adopted while she was in indentured servitude. She loves life and its struggles to an extent even she doesn't realize.

1) Because she's broke (looking for work or petty thievery, take your pick). 2) Because she's high or drunk. 3) Because she's on a job. 4) Because she thinks she's funny/they're interesting. 5) Because she wants to make a bet or gamble.

Dude, man, you've changed in a lot of good ways. Also you're super wicked patient. Also I'm envious of your in-game styling. Also I like writing with you. Keep writing, keep improving. oh also you're a good listener. Not a lot of people are. I very much value that.

Boyfriend plays SWTOR while I'm doing my homework -- tonight, he happened across this group on his server: http://www.radio-free.org/ They do regular parties on their home server and can be hired out. They do live radio during the event with a DJ -- oh how I would love to rp with this kind of thing! THE POSSIBILITIES! Makes me a little sad that ffxiv lore wouldn't really work with it, considering that a) ffxiv rp is 20 bajillion times better (no offense to any star wars rpers, but I have a serious lady boner for ff rp) and b) the event organizers here are seriously kickass. Anyways, check it out! It's really cool stuff!

I'm so confused about what she meant by 'cheap and lazy.' How...?

Zhavi came to an abrupt stop, and slowly turned around. "Few questions, is't? If it's so simple. . . mayhaps I was speakin' too soon, fancy? If it's such as I can aid, then we've no need fer jacks after all, aye?"

There is no situation where being an asshole is necessary. Truth can be delivered, even in a blunt and straight forward fashion, without being an asshole. That truth is also much more effectively delivered when done so with tact. The only reason anyone has for ever being an asshole to someone else is because of the enjoyment they get from it. By all means, be an asshole as it pleases you, but don't pretend you're doing anyone a favor. Disagree. I know pewople with behavior I see as assholish that I welcome from them to me, because of how they mean it and how I take it. They're rough, but it has lead to immense improvement in my writing. It's fantastic that you have people that you're willing to let be assholes to you. Everyone else isn't you, and you shouldn't expect them to deal well if you or someone else come at someone with a judgmental, confrontational, disparaging or demeaning attitude involving their writing or character concepts. It's a ridiculous expectation of behavior that just because you're alright with it, it means that others will be as well. That's like saying you have one friend who is fine with you walking up to them and going 'Hey, Bitch, how ya been?'. Not every friend is going to be okay with that form of address directed at them. Similarly, like it was stated earlier, respect is a two way street and it's easy to be respectful rather than going 'Rawr, your writing sucks and you should feel bad and only play in this way that I say is okay!'. Those 'assholes' could have gone at you in literally any other way, and it's likely you still would have gotten the message. And if you wouldn't have, that's still obstinate behavior on your part, and not an excuse for them to be an asshole to you, or for you or them to be an asshole to others. So no, there is never a legitimate reason for being an asshole to someone. Just excuses people give to explain away themselves or others behaving that way. Yo, I never said anywhere that I expect anyone to be anything or be ok with anything. All I stated was my own thought, in direct reply to thr OP. I've always been of the opinion that people cab do whatever the heck they want in regards to rp - that includes how they react to someone. But that was my opinion, I am not shoving it on you. That said, the type of behavior I was referring to doesn't sound like it matches your definition of asshole, anyways. Edit - you wanna keep discussing this send me a pm, this is way off topic.

There is no situation where being an asshole is necessary. Truth can be delivered, even in a blunt and straight forward fashion, without being an asshole. That truth is also much more effectively delivered when done so with tact. The only reason anyone has for ever being an asshole to someone else is because of the enjoyment they get from it. By all means, be an asshole as it pleases you, but don't pretend you're doing anyone a favor. Disagree. I know people with behavior I see as assholish that I welcome from them to me, because of how they mean it and how I take it. They're rough, but it has lead to immense improvement in my writing.

What I read from that sort of argument is this: I do not like writing romance rp 95% of the time. The remaining 5% I write with players I know and trust. What you are telling me is that I should spend time and effort with people looking for romance rp just because there is a very slim chance I might find something worthwhile, when I am happiest looking for the kind of rp that I feel like rping. I feel like this argument is damning anyone who knows what they like. That's not saying that anyone is being closeminded, it's saying "I know what I like and until someone exceptional comes along, I will do what makes me happy." Besides which, I feel like there's this sort of disconnect in the judgement-free arguments, where you assume that people are sticking completely rigidly to some inner set of guidelines. I highly doubt that's the case. Could be there's some like that, but I think for most people you write with people whose writing or characters you are drawn to. I have had many, many experiences where I've tried to rp with someone even when my initial feeling was that I would not enjoy the rp. Every. Single. Time. I did not enjoy the rp (since I've been rping around 13-14 years now, and I used to rp every day, there've been a lot of times). I know what I like, I know what I don't like. When I'm not sure, I tend to give it a shot. But when I know myself and the things I like and don't like, why would I punish myself by trying to fit a square peg in a round hole? (and that's not to say people don't occasionally try things again to see if anything has changed -- like I said, if I start feeling neutral about something or unsure, I try it again, but most of the time with things I don't like, I don't like). It's like when people say "OMG you don't like to eat __ ?????? YOU'RE SO WRONG, clearly you just haven't given it enough of a chance! Have you tried it this way? Well, I'm going to cook for you/take you to a restaurant because you might like it!" I hate that.

what I enjoy about fishing: have the game on half my screen, a book(sometimes for school), show, manga up on the other. I up the game noises and click the corresponding button on my mouse. It lets me zone out and destress from the day.

I meant for the immediate rp. Maybe there is a lost npc who needs to be guided. Maybe someone is looking for a job, needs some advice, whatever. Maybe someone just got cheated by a merchant. If you just roll up with a 'hi, I'm ___, you seem interesting." and have nothing else to go on, usually not a lot happens.

If you're saying don't be an asshole unnecessarily (sometimes the raw, brutal truth is a good thing), then I agree. If you're saying something around the sentiment of don't form opinions and judgements about who people are oocly based on their rp, then I agree (minus predatory behaviors). If you're saying don't attach your opinion of someone's writing to the individual who wrote it (ie, their writing is bad, therefore they're bad), then I agree. If you're saying scrub your mind clean of any sort of negative opinion on others' writing/roleplay based upon that writing and your own preferences or ideas about what is good or bad writing/roleplay, then no. I vehemently do not agree. aside: I ain't changing my preferences just because someone's feelings might get hurt. Live and let live. I have precious little free time, and I will not spend it rping something I do not enjoy. However, I'm not going to put someone down for enjoying something I don't, either. You do you.

As Melodia had initially spoken, Zhi had silently turned and headed for the back door that lead out into the alley, near to the door into the back room, at the rear of the shop. "Ain't losin' me job over this," she said airily, as she got hold of the latch and opened it. "I'm fetchin' th' owner." It was beyond time to go.