DoomsdayClock

It took me a very long time to find a role I was comfortable with. Honestly I had so many awful experiences in PVE early on.... This being my first MMO, I had never played anything of the sort. With everyone I knew running around in fancy gear, with so much of a background I felt more than unworthy to even drag my sorry self a long on their dungeon runs and the like. I think...I had done all of the start dungeons with friends holding my hand. I had gained a degree of confidence in tanking, and thought I knew what I was doing... I decided to run Brayflox with randoms, to be bold and confident and just give it a go! We got to the first boss and wiped, and I hadn't realized that the boss areas locked when you stayed in them. So I quick teleported back to the entrance and thought I'd rush along and jump back in....only to be met with the wall keeping me from helping my team. But with the wall also came A LOT of hateful words my way...followed by a very quick vote to dismiss me. It was the first time I'd ever experienced such..I instantly logged out and took hours to regain the courage to even turn the game on ( as if the three randos would suddenly be there to complain more ). That set a tone for me...and for a long time I never did content if I could avoid it.Folks force carried me along for the sake of having me able to get a room and junk like that lol. I think I eventually found a better class to play..and through constant dailies I picked up more skills and tricks to help me along. But more than that I used the example of those doods to decide to ALWAYS be kind to the people I wind up with. Even if they are "bad", I will go out of my way to try to teach things..over and over if I must. More so I think I go a bit too far and take exception when party members aren't excellent to eachother. I left an Ultros once because they yelled at a DPS and dismissed him for not knowing the mechanic, then laughed about it....told them good luck finding another tank/healer ( can't remember) in mid battle lol. That said, I will cherish my first EX Primal win forever...and hopefully will have more of them down the line lawl. I might not be great..but damn it I want to have fun.

Lho'a tends to self destruct when his pride is shattered. ( this happens very often ). Being ridiculed or overlooked in public settings...manners of disrespect...or just not percieving him as a threat can cause him to loose all of his composure. Usually this is when he seems the most imature and volatile.

I don't see how it even requires debate. The fellow was out of line, he was rude when confronted about it, and honestly came off as more of a troll than anything else. These events are NOT randomly held...there are threads of them here constantly. His comment on the RPC thing makes me more clear that he was well aware of this. Regretfully something like an organized tournament is not the kind of thing to go into a random bloodlust and begin attacking random people. More so a group of random people. There is little dispute over the matter at all. He was out of line, he was by all rights likely just a troll... And if he WAS legit, that is NO way to even attempt to enter into a community. In the VERY LEAST you send a tell to the person running the event, and you try to work out if you can have your idea work in that setting. If anything he was lucky there was some attempt to explain things to him, because that level of behavior should really just equate to being completely ignored. In conclusion, want to do something wacky and make your character known? Stab up a ton of folks and make a scene? Do it the right way by going over it with the event leader and maybe even some of your intended stabbing victims. Otherwise, welcome to looking like a dingus.

Same. I enjoyed my first time here...I think Gerelt would be fun to bring to the bottle..I mean table.

Poor Silence goes from Finals to knocked out in the first round. x.x; I will note...I hope SOMEONE has to fight Judge next week. He will probably pull a Raoh and not even get off his horse though..

It does sound like a good way to publicly throw hooks out into the world. I think I could get behind this, and would likely utilize it for some of my characters. :thumbsup:

Would Eva be prepared for the horrors of the void? :evil:

Or a cheeseburger elemental

Interesting concept, and good use of that crazy looking staff! :thumbsup: I definitely approve.

Okay, so my Doom Cat is looking to lead some expeditions into Amdapor for the sake of his continued research on the void, and the awful things things that come from it ( though he doesn't think them all that awful. :evil: ) To that end I figure he has posted a confusing flyer in the airship docks and pubs, offering a chance for the curious or brave to come along for some trips to places that folks tend to dare not tread. This means IC dungeon runs...so obviously to take part you'd have to be high enough level and geared to plow through them and get some actual Rp done along the way... What I'd prefer is this being a means for those people out there, who have some interest in the areas ICly, who are seeking hooks for void studies and beasties, or who want to use it as a means to also bond with the other three members of said parties, to come together and see what we an work out. I'd don't mind doing this more than once with different groups, and this can be both Keep and City... If anyone is interested PM me..if we can get enough people we can break down groups and do some sorting based on individual goals for IC growth and hooks based upon the trips and who will mesh the best together, for the best outcomes! Thank you for your time! :moogle:

Why choose when I can just be anything? ::shuffles deck of persona :: 8-)

Thanks for the welcome back

My gruff, ill tempered jerk of an Au Ra is down for this.

Now I can finally play Lucky Hit again

Lho has barely left the Shroud. Ul'dah is still massively new and curious for him, and he has only been to Limsa maybe once.... that said, someone he cares for is heading to Ishgard, and the doom cat simply cannt bear the thought of her being in danger without him. He was grossly ripped off by a merchant, bought a big ol fur coat and hat...and plans to stow away in her luggage

Lho has regretfully been on the recieving end of a near death experience from a man wielding a firearm. Despite being a boastful, arrogant, and overconfident magic user..Lho sees guns as a horrible equalizer now. So for Lho these provide a horrid sense of terror whenever they come up. The last time one was drawn on him he patheticly curled up in a ball and pleaded.

Waking up somewhere unfamiliar was an unsettling feeling. When Lho’s eyes shot open he was instantly aware he was not upon his canopy bed, nor in his room at Morbolvine’s manor. Pink eyes darted about the room, adjusting to the dark as he took in the outlines of the small guest bed, the white sheets, and the privacy wall and partition that kept this little nook separate from the rest of the room. His breathe caught in his chest as his head turned to take in every detail, as memories rushed back through his mind of the previous two days. His hands came to rest on his knees as he pushed himself to a seated position, trembling as he wondered if maybe this could have been some bad dream. Vision adjusted to the darkness, details became more clear with a layer of acceptance…and Lho’a confirmed that indeed, it had all happened just as he recalled. “Ankou…what will we do? We got so used to being amongst them…” He spoke softly, and was greeted with another wave of dread as he received no reply. The inner voice that had been with him since childhood was gone. He was completely and utterly alone. “Everything I’ve done…all for that woman. And here I am….what have I to show for it? “He sighed, looking down at his ash colored palms as he shook his head. “ Nothing. “ His legs felt like lead, prying himself from the bed to rise up and drape the sheet about his shoulders like a makeshift cloak. The Keeper’s features peeking out as he slid open the door to wander out into the main portion of the room. In the corner he spied the heavy burlap bags, the faint hint of leaves and shoots emerging. His plants, his children. Dug up from the earth outside of Bentbranch and carried along on his journey, it was only fitting they should follow him here as well. Other than that he feared touching anything, it was not his room…..the words lingered in his mind “ It’s not my room.” With little concern of acknowledgement for permission, he then moved to the entrance to were Evangeline slept, the elezen who’d stepped into his corner when sharp arrows, and sharper words had been drawn upon him. He’d barely known her, and yet since that point she’d afforded him far more kindness than he deserved, and he knew it. Pink eyes honed in on her sleeping form a moment longer, as a finger raised to tap against his chin. Why? She’d been ready to bring weaponry, to fight for his cause…a cause he was rapidly realizing he may have been wrong in. “I was wrong..” He repeated, replaying the events in his head. He’d tried to take a life. He’d tried to make put an exclamation mark on what he saw as the degradation of his Matron by making an example of what he saw as a constant point of stress in his clan. But when action became reality, and he was visited with the image of the red haired Seeker bleeding out, he’d hardly even felt it as real. It took days, and a trial to make him even reflect on the severity of such an action. It took consideration of his own near death, for him to realize that J’sahr had likely felt the exact same pain, and fear as he committed his most foul deed. “I’m hardly better than that rabid mongrel Ronin….I may speak well, think more highly of myself, but really we are not so different at all.” He added softly, slipping out of the room and moving through the main area of Evangeline’s private chambers. There he traced fingers over the spines of the myriad of books that lined the shelves, stacked on the desks and populated just about every field of vision. This was reality now.....and this would have to do.

At first I wondered who to answer this as...but for now I'll just do Lho'a, and maybe later come back to this as one of the others just to see. How does your character deal with killing? Lho'a talks a big game about killing. He knows his overchanged magic usage is a trump card in the chance to take a life, and will boast about how easily he can do so....but he has yet to ever actually kill anyone. In fact in the instances that have come up around him that involved someone dieing, he seemed overly anxious and nervous at the outcome. I've plans to write a scene about it and post it eventually...his inability to even kill a rat scurrying through his room. Despite this he still fancies himself as quite the dark one. How did your character feel after his first kill? I guess we will see someday, if and when it happens. The first time he saw someone killed was when his Matron slew an attacker who had started a fight in their home. He'd watched the whole encounter and demanded no one step in, but afterwards he was quite thrown off at the sight. He used what healing he could to ease the woman's pain as she passed, knowing he couldn't actually save her...and then he curiously moved his fingers through her blood and licked them clean. He claims he wanted to consume her last memories and feelings, but I doubt he can actually do anything like that... Does your character mull over it later on? These days he spends a lot of time trying to preserve life. While his people fuel battles and draw out conflict, he works to resolve things so that everyone walks away with their heads, to the point of actually saving the life of one who is likely one of his Clan's worst enemies at present. He has no idea were he stands on things, and panic drives him to action. He is doing his best to never have to decide which side of the coin he has to fall on..for now at least.

Don't pressure yourself and do things at a pace you are confortable with. I find pushing an entertainment source too hard tends to make me resent it more than like it. That said I'm down with joining you and Franz for things sometimes :moogle:

I try to have a very open door, open world Rp policy in place at all times. Quicksand is my last resort to mingle if my contacts pan out. But most times if anyone sees me...that bancho stare down happens and you know some Rp might be possible. As long as I have a moment to switch to my IC clothes from raid close, I'm good to go. And really that's just me putting myself out there, and acting like the world is a living, breathing thing. A point I tend to beat to death any chance I get. It's because of this reason I was pulled into the plot I am now, just randomly stopped in Black Brush. Being open really does make things work so much better than crossing your arms at the railing of the QS and wondering why no one wants to come talk.

My kittens escaped their enclosure and I was able to capture and rally them all back to bed without chaos.

I actually play a doofus of a highlander who is Icly making a killing on betting on Chocobo races. Its completely possible they might have met...unless you prefer the schrmeing, aether eating Doom Cat . im always down with meeting fun folks.

Spot on

Is anyone else playing this since it came out? I've been trying to take it slowly since I've downloaded it...but I totally dig the style and brutal gameplay. If anyone here was a fan of Shadow of the Colossus, I highly recommend taking a gander at this Indie title.