Zhavi

Oh, I have plenty of stories that I've accrued--some funny, some terrifying, some tragic. Usually a combination thereof. Like the 22-hour work day going between five different shows, or the time a show I was stage managing for almost burned down the theater. :bomb: You're a terrible tease, you know. Haha, I've always had a thing for Limsa too... His father is a supplier of goods for the tradesmen of Limsa. Mostly shepherding goods over from Thanalan for the blacksmiths and armorers. I'd have to say that Rynt probably doesn't know a whole lot about the family business though. Nich, his older brother, was always better with numbers. But he does remember going with his father to meetings in the lower parts of the city back when he was younger. Thank you everyone, for your welcomes! Aya, I'm sure I'll find my way to the Quicksand eventually! If you're ever interested in your character visiting that lowtown area again, you just say the word and I will stalk you for rp.

Ul'dah has only fine, upstanding citizens! You know, we totally need some of those to play villain to all our upstanding (albeit scruffy) heroes.

Perseverance: always a good trait to see in a fellow rper. Welcome to the RPC! Sound tech! I once knew a girl who did that as a quasi-job thing for her local theater. She had the best stories. Do you have the best stories? I expect great stories from you -- don't let me down. LIMSA LIMSA LIMSA LIMSA. Let me steal you, or something. I have a thing for Limsa. What sort of merchant? Totes legit, or does he do some dealing under the table, too? I'm curious for, you know, reasons. (I'm hooked on italics today)

"So?" Moonlight caught the glimmer of teeth. "Lads got eyes same as lasses." The bard was more interesting than their usual fare, she was sure. Whether or not actual bedding was involved. . . . Her flippancy showed in the flick of her tail, the cocky set of her shoulders as she turned back towards darkness. This time, she revealed the lamp she'd kept hidden their first go through. Perhaps it was a test he'd passed, perhaps she'd her fill of teasing him -- for the moment: she got it lit and shaded it so the light it gave off was low and pointed towards the ground. It was enough to avoid stumbling about in the tunnel, though she somehow figured Targaryen to be the type to somehow avoid such pitfalls. Perhaps she'd test that theory later, when she wasn't so pressed for time. She eyed him thoughtfully, light catching on the underside of her chin and throwing her face into ghastly shadows. There was mischief lurking in the skin around her eyes, in the twitchiness of her fingers. Still watching him, she pulled out the correct linkshell and spoke into it. "Boss? Got a live one. Y'there?"

Zhi's hand snaked out with the intention to hit the lalafell upside the head. Whether or not she connected, she'd hiss, "An' how would Flit know t'take his mate t'his supervisors? He ain't old hat in Limsa, and he'd no cause t'know they're pushin' mixed goods. Ye'll have t'trade patter, get one o' them annoyed enough at yer gabbin' t'come an' overhear things. Ye'll have t'get their interest first."

Pardon, I did not intend to imply cold-shouldering or anger on anyone's part here; I was pulling directly from prior experiences and did not correctly phrase it. That said, it does not take any extra effort for me to use a description or name on a npc part that was already going to happen. NPCs happen frequently in my rps. I greatly enjoy weaving them in and out depending on scene. And, honestly I don't care if there are trolls there or not. It's no different to me then when someone starts attempting a conversation with me when I'm in the middle of reading a book. It is my option. I don't think there is a best or an only. Trolls are as diverse a group as rpers themselves are. They're people too.

Even if it is, that's my point -- their antics feed me. If they're going to be there, I might as well include them in the rp how I want them to. The thing about people is, they're going to do what they want to do. Ignoring doesn't always work; the satisfaction from that sometimes comes from knowing that they're being provocative. Ignoring is, in and of itself, a reaction. If they want to have fun with me, fine. I'll have fun with them. We both win. And, sometimes, occasionally, treating things with humor and lightheartedness rather than coldness and anger -- (edit ) as I and some I have known have felt in the past and acted upon (/edit) -- nets you converts. Sometimes. edit - it's not piss and vinegar. It's humor and practicality.

Sometimes it is fun to, oh, slip descriptions or parts of names into certain npc roles in the middle of the rp. Or other passive-aggressive things that don't involve directly acknowledging idiots and layabouts.

Bring it on. I'd rather not have to relocate to do what I'm already doing. Wherever individuals choose to rp is up to the individuals in question. I was responding to the sentiment that we might have to deal with more griefing in Limsa should the bulk of server rp move there -- if people want to grief me, let 'em. They'll be my captive audience.

Bring it on.

The squint got squintier, one eye narrowing to the point that it was unlikely she was seeing anything useful out of it. The corners of her mouth pulled down, the whole of her mouth forming a moue. "I didn't say I wasn't, now did I?" She sighed. "I'm bringin' in another. Ye'll play as his mate. He'll be askin' ye 'bout certain goods, an' ye'll be so kind as t'point him t'yer new bosses. Ye followin' along or do I need t'speak slow?"

Luckily enough, there wasn't a blade waiting for the lalafell when he disembarked the floating bar. There was Zhi. Not everyone would call that better. It didn't take much for him to slide him out of the admittedly sparse crowd, and into a quieter pathway. Limsa's alleys might be short and stunted, but there were cracks and crevasses for those who knew where to look. Zhi knew the streets in all the ways that mattered. She found them a quiet place, shady and out of the daylight. "Today, ye've a new mate t'go wi'yer new job." She'd stopped them along a narrow walkway. It was near to Flit's new place, and not wholly outside of the range for eavesdropping, but nothing was ever wholly certain. Zhi wasn't in the mood to bother for particulars, and the giddyness she'd inhaled bells prior was wearing off faster then she'd like. Even with alcohol in her system, it wasn't enough. She was hopping for more, ready to tear off from Flit to go and get it before her next meeting. She squinted down at Flit, lips pulled to one side in consideration.

Well, I mean, I have to express my appreciation somehow.

Zhi took her time finishing her drink. She paid, got up, and left Her Highness without once acknowledging Flit. She would be waiting for him outside, ready to pull him out of sight so that she might lead him to a place they could talk.

Oath stood up, and she started walking for the door. There was no backwards glance. There was no further farewell. Zhi remembered her drink and casually brought it up to her lips, turning her head as she did so. She caught a glance of the roegadyn leaving -- she had not heard the scrape of chair wrong -- and felt a quiet sense of dread once again overtake her. She didn't like it. Why was nothing ever easy?

Oath immediately started giving directions, her words rapidfire and brusque. He was to report to a small warehouse near the docks later that evening, where he would receive his assigned beat. The following morning he would report for his first evaluation (she didn't quite use the word "training," but it was heavily implied). What followed would depend on them. She was staring through him when she said that last. There was no reassurances in her, no kindness. "Do you understand?"

This this this this this this this this this. Stealth is one of Zhi's mainstays. Zhi sucks at fighting, but she still carries daggers around and uses them for stabby stabby when she's able to go for the back. On an aside, though, the Lominsan underworld history is making me a little nervous. Please don't contradict the rp, please don't contradict the rp...

"This is what you claim?" There was a sense of formality to her words, a rhythm that bespoke repetition.

"Your name." The big woman talked like she was speaking to the town idiot. Zhi winced to hear it.

I mean, besides the general what-I-consider-good-development-vs-bad-development thing that has mostly been covered, there's some things that will almost always catch my attention and get my interest. Things that appeal to me, if you will. These are almost always superficial and generally tacked on things to that which I consider necessary to interesting and well-rounded characters. Someone used the word "dynamic". That's a good word. But, when it comes down to it, the superficial is what appeals to me. I ain't perfect. Ugly I love ugly. There is a place for beauty, but I have a thing for gross. Give me the rough and tumble, give me the walleye, give me the imperfect and I will be watching everything you do. It takes a special kind of fortitude to play the truly ugly (Zhi doesn't count, she's like ugly-lite or diet ugly), and I have nothing for respect for those who pull it off. There was this guy who once made this character who was a horrible, grotesque, pus-oozy sort of dude. Sores, a cripple, disfigured: dude had a super rough life, and it showed. And I was in love. End of story. (as a side note, perfectly plain characters who are not hiding beauty behind a pair of glasses or waiting for a makeover also earn love. I think those characters are, in some ways, hardest to portray -- so seeing them done well makes me giddy) Eccentricity Show me a character whose eccentricities make sense and are well thought out, and I'll be humping your leg. Example: dude made a sailor who was about as superstitious as was possible to get. Oh yeah, I mean, this guy wasn't a badass by any means, but the sheer amount of portent-reading and paranoia made him a badass. From an ooc perspective, at least. Special Snowflakes Did you just cringe? I'm sure one of you did. Before you recoil too far away in horror, keep in mind it's part of the whole thing. Neko-vampire-dragon-love-babies aren't what I'm talking about. Characters that do things that I, at least, consider to be daunting or undesirable in a general sense? Yes, please. Like, um, taking an unpopular race and making sweet, sweet love to its generalized culture and habits to the point that I want to make one, like, yesterday. Or putting a spin on the established culture that is still believable. Doing something out of the ordinary in a way that doesn't scream LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME will, oddly enough, make me look at you. And then maybe hump your leg. Quietly. Gimmicks Having your character have a thing that they do that becomes what they're known for without it being obnoxious. I'M GOING TO DO A TERRIBLE THING AND NAME NAMES. Gus Pumpkinweed with pumpkins. Verad with the selling and acquiring of junk. Quick, easy to identify, and made to be interesting. (I need to rp more with Verad, really) You get a feel for the character like that while still being able to see depth -- you know there's more to the character while still being absolutely fascinated with what's on the surface. Grabby hands all over. (this might look like eccentricity, but it's not, I swear. Just trust me) Boring Mostly because it's made interesting. Some of these characters I have a hard time pinpointing of why I find it interesting, but essentially it's something dull and trite that has become absolutely magical. Generally when I see this it's because the person doing the writing either has some idea of what they're doing or they're just naturally talented and either way I fall to incredible envy and admiration. Sense People who have obviously taken pains to have their character make sense, no matter how outlandish the concept might be, are wonderballs. Like I don't care how freakish your character is. If I can take a glance over the history or whatever and see 'oh wow, this fits in while being freakish' -- yeah, I'll swallow just about anything. It goes along with everything prior in this list. I mean, the preceding are great on their own, but making it make sense will earn you my slavish rp devotion. There's probably more, but those are my main ones. Highly opinionated, and therefore ultimately useless except in regards to me, personally (and those who express similar opinions, of course). But then again, things that appeal to people are like that.

This isn't Zhi's digs, but I think it's a really, really awesome idea and something that, with another character, I'd totally be all over. Two thumbs up from me!

Goodfellow. Somehow that thread has gotten longer than many of my threads that have been going on for years on other sites. Thanks for being so quick to respond, and for responding so favorably to that probably very awkward first pm I sent you. I think you're the only one from that first batch of pms I sent out back in March who's still actively posting with me. Plus you're an awesome writer and you're cool beans. That thread is the bee's knees and I can't wait to see what happens. Ehehehehe. ShayRei. You plotted with me. I love people who plot with me. And then you let me get carried away, which maybe you shouldn't have but you did anyway and so <3. (and to the rest of Heaven's Gate who are all really quite smashing. RP with them if you get the chance, whoever happens to read this) Rurutani. You let me hijack your character and are just really, really refreshing. Don't doubt your writing ability, just roll with it. D & Del. You put up with me, and that deserves its own special level of recognition. >> Plus, I mean, patience! RP follows. Thank you for allowing me to rp with your characters and drag them into shenanigans. Sorry the rp has been so slow! Osric. How the hell you keep up with everything, I don't know. I used to play this game with my sister back when we were in elementary school where we'd take a bunch of rubber balls and just throw them against the kitchen floor, and then watch them rebound off the cabinets. You remind me of that. Assuming the balls are all the plots you're interacting with. . .or something, I don't know. Chaos. You keep track of it. But thanks for responding to my awkward pm (much like Goodfellow) and counter-dragging me into shenanigans. I don't often get the rug pulled out from under me in rp, but you managed. I only hope I might return the favor some day. >: ) Jager. You probably won't read this, you asshole, but, well, you know. Stop denying it in your head. <3 Gray. Reliable rp partners are hard to come by. Thank you for plotting, writing, and working with me so that our horribly mismatched schedules occasionally overlap in game, and for forumgoing it with me for everything else. Here's hoping to a long and fulfilling rp partnership! (also extra kudos for that week or two we spent raking our brains over the coals of plot and background) Everyone else who rps with me: I <3 you. End of story. You go along with me, and . . .well. . .you're awesome.

Zhi nodded back. "Heavy Handers, they're part o' it. The first rung. Ye were wantin' t'slide sideways at 'em, well, I've got me a man in on a guard position. If ye play at bein' his contact an' lookin' t'sight some goods -- thing is, I can't get me fix on why they're tampin' wi' yer . . . supply lines." She used the words he'd used the day prior. "They're drug runners."

The runt was not green enough to show weakness just yet. That was fine; Oath had outlasted any number of arrogant recruits. There were enough gangs with loose, decentralized organizational structures to snap up the sorts whose idea of proper behavior was wild bloodymindedness, and those were the same sorts whose members on the lowest rungs tended to wind up dead. The structure kept authorities guessing, but it was messy, like a garden gone feral. Oath was very particular about her weeding. "What name do you claim?"

Zhi's night-sight had always been good. She watched Targaryen without much expression, though there was a small smirk that rounded her lips as soon as she saw his lack of bashfulness. She certainly didn't show the slightest sign of embarrassment when he started to strip; she folded her arms and shifted her weight to first one leg and then the other, and got her money's worth. "Thatcher's girls and boys'd like ye, I reckon," she said once he was mostly dressed. Her voice was deadpan, but there was some humor around her eyes -- if he could see it. "Ready t'meet th'boss?"