Zhavi

I think for me, the reason why I want to make mine all fancy has to do with one thing that really, really irks me on any page: I cannot stand it when words are left free to fill up most of the screen. I am used to reading books, where the formatting keeps it nice and neat so I'm not having to follow text some fifteen to twenty inches side to side. If there was a default that limited how far the text could go horizontally, I'd be less inclined to play with tables!

You're welcome, Moriarty (or are you Sherlock?). Ehhh, see, I also enjoy reading books that dump you in the middle of nowhere without explaining a damn thing so it takes you half the book to figure out specifics of what was going on in the beginning (Kameron Hurley's God's War comes to mind, what with the bugpunk and crazy setting. I would totally have her babies). So to me it's juuuust fine. That and you write well, which helps to keep it engaging. I am totally not trying to lull you into a sense of false security, either. I swear.

I have been intending to work on turning mine into pretty tables for about a month now. At first I was going to cheat and use html + CSS (as I used to practice modifying skins for phpbb forums some years ago so I'm quasi-familiar with doing quick and dirty with that), but most of it doesn't work in wikis. ;_; Instead, tables. So many tables. Tables in tables in tables in tables and tables. Warren - I don't think it's a problem to keep some of your character's backstory hidden, even if it's because you don't trust people. While learning about others' characters oocly is fun, there is also fun involved in slowly learning about a character during the rp itself. So, you know. Stuff. I mean, I'd intended to slap down all of Zhi's backstory, but eh -- there is some freedom in leaving blank spots, because then you can change stuff without anyone being the wiser. Muahaha. Besides, I thought your wiki page was pretty peachy.

Ah! Missed you somehow. Welcome to the RPC! I hope you're able to find the rp you're looking for on Balmung.

She rolled her eyes. "Aie, if that's all yer gonna be good fer, ye can sod off." She made a shooing motion at him, laughter in her voice.

Zhi had expected Targaryen to have something clever, something flirtatious to say. That she was paranoid, wary, carried over into the tense lines of her body. She watched him. He watched her. She knew he was dangerous. After a pause, she spoke into the pearl. "Should I take him t'yer ship? Taverns're too busy this time o'night -- an' ye weren't tryin' very hard if it took ye that long." Her eyes narrowed slightly. She smiled, then. At Targaryen. "'Less ye liked me smell, boss." Her voice was a rough caress.

The words of Thatcher and Targaryen were starting to bleed together. She spoke on the tail end of Thatcher's initial sally, before Targaryen had a chance to reply. "'Fraid he is, boss."

Everything was a transaction of some kind to Zhavi Streetrunner. "Oh? An' what're ye gettin' out o' it, then? What's in it fer me?" Her stare was flat, her smile hanging on by a thread.

"Talk o'doxies got ye ready t'go, eh?" Zhi snorted, and spoke into the pearl. "I've one o' yer ol' . . .clients. Bard. Hyur. He's willin' t' get friendly wi' one o' Jaded's clerks. Ye got time t'meet wi' him, take his measure?" Voice amused, she spoke next to Targaryen. She was staring at him, a shadow of the prior anger visible in the tightness of her lips. "I ain't one o' Thatcher's doxies, if yer needin' rememberin'."

Zhi grunted and tossed her head. She stood back up, expression lightening back into its usual mix of pleasant and mocking. "Fair. Now, I've business t'see to afore th'meet. Ye need anythin' afore ye go t'report fer duty t'the Handers?"

Something in his tone, his words, affected her: her expression shifted. It lost a little of its energy, its lightheartedness. The skin around her eyes tightened. She crouched. "Lissen here, ye little shit: there ain't no such thing as fair. When yer workin' under someone, ye either do as ye say or ye get th'feck outta th'way. Ye'll do as Thatcher bids ye, or I'll see ye taken care of afore ye go 'round muckin' things up. Ye understand?" Her voice had gone low. She was staring right at his eyes.

The grin faded. "When th'boss is ready t'move, if she wants ye in on it. Not before."

Oh no! That's really too bad. Back when I played Aion I was buddies with this guy who did some photography stuff for a hospital, and he used to send me pictures of his lunch every day -- now I have a thing for food photography, haha. So boo to your professor -- I hope that your other professors made up for him/her!

Food pictures. Now I want sashimi. ;_; And those jellyfish are freakin' rocking! You should do more food pictures. For reasons. Your colors are so bright and happy. I quite dig that commission you did for Makeera. Thanks for sharing!

Zhi's upper lip curled. "Work on it. Stupid means mistakes. Mistakes mean dead. 'Sides, yer 'ployers won't like it if ye act dumb -- jes chat up yer ol' mate. Guardin' is right borin' nohow, specially if ye haven't been assigned a beat often afore. Once we've an in wi'the Handers, we'll take ye back t'Thatcher t'see if she's other uses fer ye. Otherwise yer gonna play spy." Her grin unfolded like a perfect roll of dice, one tooth at a time.

The hair on your avatar makes me want to fan myself. Lawdy! Lovely lines. I do not know you, so it is nice to meet you! CAN WE SEE PRETTY PHOTOS? Welcome back, maybe I'll run into you in game some time!

Text-based rp, woo! I bet you feel old. I still enjoy a MUD every now and again, even with all these fancy graphics floating about. Did you do any LARPing with costumes? I love costumes. Welcome to the RPC! I hope you're able to find all the rp you're looking for!

The cigarette was hanging off of Zhi's lower lip as they crested the second floor. She blinked (the outer portion of her right eye was starting to swell, pushing in over the eye and pulsing its hurt in time to the rest of her body), and somehow they were in the room when she opened her eyes. "They like. . . t'share," she said; too late. He'd gone without hearing her return on the fleas. Too bad. She fell onto the bed. She was fairly clean lately, though she suspected she'd not gotten rid of all of them. Fleas and lice were like that; take out a whole tribe and then the next round would hatch and it would start all over again. She gasped. Falling onto the bed had been the wrong move, and her head swam. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side. The blood from her nose, from her tongue and the places where her teeth had cut up the insides of her mouth had started to slow. It dribbled out onto the bed. She was breathing through her mouth, and even that hurt. She closed her eyes, and wondered if it would be worth it. She wondered if Lalataru would see through her charade. She wondered if she would die. "Jager," she said, not sure if he was in the room. She was a little less dizzy when she kept her eyes closed. In the overall scheme of things, it helped so little as to be laughable. She kept them shut anyways. Reaching up, Zhi held the cigarette as she took a long drag, coughing and sputtering on the exhale. She shook, felt vulnerable and hated it. Hated that she had to wait in order to steady her breathing. Hated the convulsion in her stomach, the acrid taste of blood and bile in her mouth. Hated lots of things. What a scrag she was to keep coming up with such shitty plans.

Cool beans! Thanks for your hard work.

I've had success making a character at 7am Pacific on Balmung before. It's usually open at off-peak times, typically early in the morning or very late at night, with a few smatterings of afternoons if you're lucky.

For three blissful seconds, Zhi inhaled. Perfection. Then she exhaled, and she coughed. Fecking Nald'thal, his idea of a joke. That was how the scales balanced. Always. "I'll buy yer whore. . .later," Zhi spat the words out at the ground, the intended snark falling flat and pitiful. "Ye. . . got fleas?" Jager had taken most of her weight. She didn't like that. Didn't like most things, especially when they weren't part of the deal. What were freebies between partners? Trouble. The road beneath their feet was rough, and glistening in the moonlight. Shallow puddles dotted its surface, hiding a multitude of sins. He hadn't broken anything. That was nice. Her hip felt right fecked: every step jolted pain up into her jaw. Didn't really make sense that the two were connected, but it wasn't anything else. The rest of her face was mostly dull, throbbing, sharp aches. Not stabbing pain. Had the streets always been so long? She was used to lying facedown on them until the next morning, or afternoon. Whenever the world stopped dancing a jig between her ears and setting her to spinning.

.....a meeting rather than sleeping? Nice to know some things never change no matter where you work! Jiminy cricket though, respect. Anyone who works long shifts like that deserves cookies and pie. But was it worth it? Only the very best. Why, Zhi has a heart of pure gold, I tell you!

Walking wasn't the problem, it was the dazed fog that crept over her balance no matter how many times she blinked it away. Something something glass jaw -- she'd always fervently deny her own inability to take a good few punches to her head, but right then she wasn't fooling anybody. Somehow, her hand had found its way to his jacket, and she clutched at it. "Put me up," she said, words mushy and raw. She spat to clear her mouth, but the aim was sloppy. Saliva and blood dribbled over the edge of her lower lip, forming a string she wiped off on the back of her free arm. "Smokes."

Hahaha, most people are able to spread rp throughout the three cities. I just wanted to make sure he knew the opportunity to get shanked involved as a merchant in that sector was available.

That name, Iono, is just begging to be turned into a cutesy nickname, but I'm drawing blanks. Maybe someone else will have better luck. . . SNARKY CHARACTERS! I love those. They make the world go 'round. And stuff. Belated welcome?