Gegenji

Energetic and carefree, huh? If your character mirrors you, then Chachan might have a new frand to play with. Most of the good suggestions have already been handed out, so I'll just add this little bit: Don't fret too much about adhering to the naming conventions. In-game, it's also stated that the name you give could also be a nickname or monicker. I mainly stuck to the Lalafell naming convention because it's adorable and I enjoy that sort of thing. Though, with races like the Miqo'te and the Roegadyn, it can also help you start putting together a more defined character concept. Just give it a spin (like the aforementioned alt first idea) and, most importantly, have fun!

Hope you make it onto Balmung okay! I had to pop my character in before work to get him in. I recommend creating the character first and saving his/her look beforehand, if possible. Then you can just log on, load 'em up, and then do the last couple things not saved - birthdate and class and such - and then load right in. Then again, I've been making a habit of saving appearance data for a lot of my character ideas, whether or not I actually use them or not. :blush: Either way, best of luck and I hope you enjoy hanging out on Balmung! I know I do. :thumbsup:

Maybe a bell ago, the attendant had silently bemoaned his turn at the wheel. He glanced about at the general hustle and bustle of the city's streets while he was stuck manning the elevator for whatever patronage would deign to come his way. He remembered vaguely wishing that something interesting happen to add a little color to his shift. Maybe an upset Highlander getting into a shouting match with a Lalafell - those were always good for a laugh. What he hadn't wanted was an imposing Roegadyn woman rushing his station at full tilt bearing an axe. He had just started closing the gate when she came barreling out of the crowds, roaring towards at him like a starving peiste. He panicked, he numbly poked at the switches available to him, he glanced back and forth from the slow-to-respond elevator doors and the angry, oncoming woman. Ultimately, he found himself actually reaching out to grab the gates himself to keep them from closing. Luckily, one of the Midlanders and the Miqo'te were equally willing to help hold the door for Steel Wolf - as they were equally quite frightened by the alternatives. Gran, in the meantime, happily snorted around the car itself, sniffing lightly at the bipeds that were in there with him. Every once in a while, he'd glance up to see if the doors had closed yet. The baby behemoth idly wondered how long this was going to take, his tail whipping about curiously and possibly tickling many a bare leg. Oh hey, there was the nice tall lady from before!

Chachan regularly runs around in basically his starting outfit, with his top replaced with the equally low-level race undershirt to better fit the hot temperatures of Ul'dah. I really like the pants because they come with little pouches that I like to think he keeps his gil and jerky treats for Gran in.

Oblivious to the fact that the shouting behind him was his doing, little Gran pranced his way up the stairs towards the elevator. Another small crowd had formed at it and the doors had slid open once more to allow them entry. Two Hyur - both Midlanders - and Miqo'te started filing in gruffly, all seemingly in a hurry to get somewhere. The baby behemoth didn't know anything about the wheres and whys of their hurried steps, but he did know an opportunity when he saw one. Within that box lay the secret of where the last group of people went, and Gran was going to get to the bottom of it. So, the little piglet fell in line behind the Miqo'te and marched proudly behind her into the elevator car. The attendant, apparently quite bored out of his wits at his turn at the helm, just stared boredly ahead and missed the tiny behemoth completely. He only made the smallest of glances over his shoulder to the lightly occupied car before drumming out an indifferent, overly practiced speech. "Wellhead Lift, headin' down to the Royal Prominade, then the Airship Landing." He turned his gaze back towards the ambling crowds before continuing in an equally un-enthused voice. "Please board now or wait until the next car. Thank you." He looked as if he'd wait little more than half a beat before shutting the door.

I still have much to learn in the way of creeper shots.

I stumbled across this today and I can't stop listening to it. Send help. Bring medical kit. 1fSxw5yAZU8

What, so you don't think the Garleans can invent laser pointers? I am shocked and appalled.

So there I was, minding my own business in the Quicksand when suddenly... I was assaulted by a book club.

And their males should grow spines on their.. ... uhhh I'll let you guys google that. And they are scared of vacuum cleaners. Garleans invent the laser pointer, the Eorzean Alliance loses a sizeable portion of their fighting force.

DC Metro area here, so I get to "enjoy" our lovely Capital's traffic.

And being taken seriously, to boot. I blame Garuda.

If it makes you feel any better, my "main" on my non-RP server is a Maelstrom through and through. Though, that's not to say I don't have prans where Limsa is involved. As I mentioned, if I see something new or interesting, I oft get ideas off it. And my idea character for Limsa involves... mechanics that aren't quite out as of yet. To whit: Ahtynnoeya Doeniruhtsyn (Is supposed to be Judging Eye, son of Thunder Smoke. I kinda just skimmed over the Roe language. :blush: ) Scrawny - for a Roegadyn, at least - this Sea "Pup" (as he has oft been referred to jokingly) has, like his kin, spent much of his life at sea. Often doing the odd jobs that require a lighter frame such as traversing the masts, or pushed into duties like the crow's nest in poor weather because the larger Roes could make him. With not much he could do about it, Ahtynn would just grumble quietly to himself and resign himself to being little more than a mere swabbie. All that changed with the introduction of the Limsan flintlock. His lithe limbs and sharp eye, combined with an eagerness to finally have an advantage over the others, led to the Wolf learning the weapon quickly and well. Proving his skill as a marksman put him back on par with his kin, as well as serving as a major boost to his ego. Perhaps too much, in fact. With pistol in hand, Ahtynn has become quite brash and flashy in combat. He has taken to covering his "good eye" to give his foes a chance - his surprising skill with the weapon being the only thing keeping him from missing all his shots - and has developed a penchant for trick-shots and aiming to disarm and humiliate rather than kill. So... um... yeah. :blush:

Pfff, no no no, of course not. I keep my RP gear separate from my leveling/dungeon gear (at least until I can start glamouring). Only time I've actually done something in my RP gear was do a leve in my "casual outfit" and realized it just as I finished. :lol: Though, if it was an RP run through a dungeon, then that raises a whole new set of questions, but that's neither here nor there.

As an odd addendum, I have to say I like straight classes because of the increase of cross-class abilities, which I find amusing to think about in an RP-kinda way. I find odd enjoyment in weaving the class abilities into the narrative for whatever reason. Like, I can totally see Chachanji using Goad to cheer up an ally and bolster them in battle (not unlike Ramza's Cheer in FFT). It seems thematically appropriate and I have it plugged onto his bars along with Physick, which is a "bookmagics" healing trick he learned from his brother when he hurt himself. If I had him with his Paladin soul crystal (which I'll be getting eventually, of course, but have been putting it off to dork around with Rogue and RP in general), I would be limited to solely the abilities allowed for the Job. Sure, I could refluff Cure to be "Physick", but being able to actually use the ability his brother taught him is much more fulfilling from a role-play angle. ... Is that strange of me? But more on the subject of Lancers. I never really thought about it much but those NPCs are pretty swank.

It was actually from this higher vantage point that Gran caught sight of the elevator further up the exchange. He watched in wide-eyed wonder as it opened, people were ushered into a tiny room, the doors closed and... once it opened again, they were gone! Some strange magicks were definitely at work here and proud Gran would weasel out the truth of the matter! But first, he had to weasel out of the arms of a rather tall lady. This turned out much less difficult that he had imagined, distracted as she was with the crazy one what wanted to eat him. He actually expected so much more resistance at his departure that the lack of it sent him stumbling over Steel Wolf's shoulder and face-first into the street with an audible squeak. He remained motionless like that for a moment - face and forelegs against the sun-baked stone with the rest of him poised upward into the air - until gravity finally saw him flop fully to earth. Gran was quick to get back to his feet, though. He shook himself off and, with another glance about to get his bearings, set off prancing up the Ruby Road Exchange for the elevator proper.

I think FFXIV has been one of the few MMOs that has quelled my desire for alts for the more... "tangible" reasons - filling party holes, trying out classes, and so on - due to the whole interchangeable class-through-weapon approach. In WoW alone, I had a NElf Hunter, Gnome Warrior (shortly replaced by a Gnome DK when they came out - named him "Shortlived," regret nothing), a Troll Priest that I desperately wanted to see rolling around in the goblin go-karts, and several other lower-level creations to see the starting zones and get a feel for the classes. As such, I need to convince myself more to make alts here - and the whole roleplay angle is definitely working for me. I only have two characters at the moment - my "main" on a non-RP server and Chacha here - but I get an odd feeling that it's going to balloon as more ideas come to me that I want to try and play with. Even Cenric up there is becoming more solidified in my mind... "His eyes are a dull, flat gray and his face noticeably bereft of scars. Scars meant stories, stories meant questions, and Flatfoot hated questions." At this rate, I may have a low-level Midlander Pugilist making his appearance in Ul'dah in the very near future. :blush:

We are all masters of literature here! :thumbsup:

I felt a similar urge once getting Amon's hat in a random ST run for sands and oil. Because, c'mon, it's THE HAT.

I think the implication is with the last part of the paragraph - "she's got boobs because she had boobs." If she had began as a bird, she would not... despite there being a bird called a booby and there certainly being a breast from which to partake from a roast chicken. EDIT: vvvvv Or not. My bad. :blush:

I'm that guy that peruses the Player's Handbooks for DnD and has a ton of random character ideas pop up in his head as he flips through the pages. I've a smattering of notes here and there with often little more than one-line blurbs about a character I want to try later. "Bard whose 'instrument' is a songbird, refers to it as his maestro." "Summoner who paints his minions in an art book, pulling them off the page and into the real world." (Not unlike FFXIV's Arcanists, now that I think about it...) It's no different on FFXIV. I read threads, I listen in on RPs, and ideas flit into my mind unbidden. I've seen alts and NPCs and all sorts of interesting ideas, and so I thought I'd bring up a bit of general discussion. Do you have an NPC (or future alt) idea rolling around in your head that you want to use? Have you had a bit character you threw into an RP that has evolved beyond just as a stage piece in your mind or in your RPs? How much detail do you put into them before/after having using them? I just think it might be fun to be able to share those sorts of things, have a place to see if people would be interested in knowing about others' NPCs and flitting ideas. To open, I present the latest one of mine, which developed as a little (surprisingly wordy) spiel on a Notepad file: Cenric "Flatfoot" Stay Where there are laws, there are those that break the laws. Those that break the law needs must be detained or summarily executed. Men of both sorts also needs must be held somewhere as the lawmakers decide what to do with them. This requires a prison, a gaol, a holding cell. And such places need men to stand watch over them. That is Cenric's role in life - he is a jailer. He watches wanted men go in, he watches over them, he watches them go out. Sometimes they return, sometimes they don't. He never had much in the way of empathy towards those he guards and, even if he had, the Midlander would've lost it over the passing of the cycles. It is naught but a job for him, and he performs it with a calculated indifference. Yet, this is still Ul'dah, and one doesn't simply coast along unless they have quite the ample coin in their coffers. There have been more than a few detained who have either somehow escaped their confines or died suddenly in their sleep to unseen complications. Even with the posting of additional guards, it seems as if a phantom descends on the imprisoned and either spirits them away or leaves them lifeless. Meanwhile, the man whose flat feet make him both ill-suited for combat and silent as death itself, merely pockets a few extra coin he's found lying about somewheres.

Found a Sounsyy today, too!

HELLO. I LIKE YOUR SUNGLASSES.

It's okay, take a moment to hover-opo. (As pictured, I was so not kidding about about doing that - and it should not be as amusing to me as it is. Nyaaaaow~)

That quote was while in Qarn HM, by the by. :lol: