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Ishgard capital looks a lot like Lindblum from FF9, don'tcha think? A Festival of the Hunt would be really cool!

Obligatory "Frozen in Syrcus Tower during Scylla" picture!

What staff is that, if you don't mind my asking? Ifrit HM WHM staff. Absolutely, this! Was a nice hold over between finishing the Thyrus quests!

A big thing I get from RPC that folks might not realize is provided; is the ability to see that there is a thriving community. This isn't the only place where folks congregate to talk about the game, or about role play in it - it's not the only place, but it's a pretty good place. I can look and browse free companies to see what's what - I can see what sounds good, I can look at server events to see what's being hosted. It's not EVERYTHING (it can't be) but it's plenty, and even if I can't attend I can see that they're happening - maybe when there's one I -can- attend, I can take steps to be there. Ultimately, if I want to participate in RP, I have to show up and actively be a part - whether it's an RP Free Company with a thematic I like, or a like-minded group of folks who want to write stories in Eorzea and beyond is what RPC is for, so I can find these sorts of things to be a part of them. So, as someone not really in the community site, or in the RP communities the site can be as a store front for, that's what I come here for! Ok, back to lurking with me thank you

After too long a break, back and having done lots of Thing! YAY THING

(there's a Saturday Night Live recurring sketch with a bunch of drunk businessfolk talking about a legendary hero among men, Bill Brasky, which usually consists of strange, out of context admissions by the business men talking about him - like the "I ACTIVELY WORSHIP DALAMUD" thing above! video of an example here: https://screen.yahoo.com/tales-bill-brasky-airport-bar-000000422.html ) TO GODBERT MANDERVILLE

I hadn't seen a whole lot of folks include tail movement in their commentary but it's absolutely something that stands out - in some emotes (I'm probably misremembering - one of the anger ones) the lady miqo'te's tail stands stiff and puffs out slightly - so that might be something to keep in mind as well. If we're talking about one of the purring sex kittens, the tail could be brushed against their partner softly to be part of their seductive ways or what have you. Could play up frustration by smacking their tail against the ground as they pat back and forth, seething and softly hissing. It's kind of cheating to watch cat body language videos, but it's also a good idea!

From what you've shared, Otto seems like, if he's the villain and the hero says "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS" Otto's the villain who turns to his right hand man and says, "Please ensure I get away with this." That's really easy to say, if someone has it in to really force you into writing Otto in this situation, it's not likely to be that easy, but I also think someone who's THAT INVESTED in forcing Otto into a situation like that is someone you RP with or want to tell that sort of story with, or someone you'll be happier having on your block list, though.

If a character learns a secret about mine, I hope it's IC and not "I know this OOC, so I'm playing it as if (character) knows, beceause Reasons" If it's IC, I think it affords a lot of unique opportunities for story telling! Do they become an accomplice? Do they try and leverage it over the other? Do they flat out blast it to everyone the character knows? OOC, I think it'd depend on what stories I was telling that might be endangered by it, but likely I'd grit my teeth, swear a lot, and try and make both stories work.

This shouldn't look like fun, right? Because this looks like fun.

This is exactly how it happened with me - I've played a Hyur Midlander, set up a character tumblr for her, wrote with her... Then rolled an Elezen because "why not" and fell in love and accidentally managed a second level capped character. If it doesn't interfere with any RP or storylines you're in, I don't think it's a problem, but I know some folks who balk at constant switches.

I think of class as a good starting point for a character - we can think of what kinds of stereotypes might lay at the feet of such a class. We'll see rogue, and we can think of Zidane from FF9, or Locke from FF6: they're thief-y type characters, but one is driven by a desire to do good all the time because he's bored and it sounds like fun, the other is driven to find progressively more fancy treasures to save his beloved from a coma-sleep. We see a lot of traits and ideas in them, we see how characters react to them, and can kind of gauge in our heads how we want our characters to present. Then, we get to FFXIV, where we can be everything with just a swap of a gear set. This is a little trickier to figure out what's "canon" for our character - maybe right now I see Nivie as the scholarly detective kind of character. In a year, maybe we have Red Mages, maybe we have Samurai. And, maybe I like playing them better! I like to think in the span of a year I'll have a basis for what I want my character to be, and I'll have an idea of what story point could happen to explain going from point A to point B. But, I think we're in a neat position where we don't particularly need to let the class define what our characters are: we can have our "canon" idea of what each character is, we can set out to dress them in this fashion. To bring this back around: I think classes give us a good backbone to figure out who our characters are. But, I don't think they define our characters unless we decide they do in a manner beyond "Hey this is hella fun to play, I'm gonna stick with this and build its relic weapon or raid Coil or it's next expac equivalent" or what have you.

I like this one! It feels more like a candid photo than a screenshot!

It was not that the scholar Nivie Georjeaux did not want to be present among the thronging crowd of people at the tavern's summer send off: it was that there were people present, and it is remarkably exhaustive to pretend insecurity is disdain. The flyer had shown up, inconspicuously, in her mail - the retainer she had hired to tend to her business while she traveled chasing the faintest hint of a lead had contacted her by linkpearl, her voice soft as she asked, "And what would you have me do with this, Miss Georrrrjeaux?" She had contemplated on it for the day, and it set in her mind, an unbidden - yet, not entirely unwelcome - guest, what had come calling, and one invites to stay for tea and to tell a story or two of what they've seen. Eventually curiosity won out over anxiety, and the night before, ("Approximately 11pm, on Wednesday night" she mentally notes) she sets out, she walks to the neighborhoods - her feet soft beneath her as she browses the neighborhoods of Mist, meandering through. She had met three - Val, a miqo'te. A bodyguard. Yume? Yune? Nivie bit her lip; she would be able to put name to face, but as calm returned to her, she knew, but at the moment, she blanked: she was nervous as well. Kind, but lacking in confidence. Nivie liked her immediately. Finally, the Lady Faye Covington: hers was the name upon the invitation to the tavern's celebration, and she had an air of control about her - Nivie watched, as she does, Val called her "Princess" and it wasn't entirely in jest: Lady Covington seemed to swell with pride at every use of it, and Nivie found herself encouraged. The next day - same day, rather, it had been rather late when Nivie finally begged off to find her bed at Limsa's inn - she had gone to the tavern, had gone with little expectations and less idea of what she would find there, and the answer was people, a multitude of people, and the quiet voice in her head of "I feel uneasy" had begun it's screaming defiance, "I DO NOT WANT THIS!" To keep calm, Nivie found a quiet spot to stand, to watch people, to bite her tongue and breathe, in. Out. Inhale. Exhale. "This is meant to be a time to MEET people," she argued with herself, "But this is too many people!" She stayed - she made polite conversation. She bristled at the over the top flirtations of others about her, and after a reasonable amount of time (a half hour, no less, no more) had passed, she excused herself with an apology. Maybe next time, maybe next week would be kinder.

I tend to fall into scholarly sorts - bookworms, quiet observers, sometimes with pretty ambiguous morality. I'd like to play a more gregarious sort of character, one who's comfortable in a crowd or at least, more comfortable in the midst of a room full of people.