Oilbasedoleander

I start each character with the soul purpose of making them evolve, for the better mostly. Very rarely do they go bad. They just get put into tough situations sometimes. I give them trama and scars. And then RP with others and watch the magic happen and embrace the influence of those around them. Just like people do in real life. The only reason I ever "shelf" a character is when someone who is part of the main storyline stops RPing with me and I can't just revert my character back to their original state. Worked too hard, gone too far. Also because I get tunnel vision and usually focus one character at a time and flesh them out. But! If it's become more work than play, and it's not salvageable, just shelf 'em and re roll a new concept and character. RP is suppose to be FUN. So... Make of it what you will.

With her thin wrist shackled again by the male Duskwight, he halted any progress of b-lining it to the exit. Now would have been the perfect time too, no need to dodge flying fists and tackles because the patrons were singing an unfamiliar tune. He was... offering to coach her? Denying his gil before, he was still in her debt for doing what was possibly to simplest of favors. It did not seem fair. Was he planning to take time out of his busy schedule to meet and teach for absolutely nothing? No doubt it would turn cumbersome and then, bothersome. She was not the sharpest arrow in the quiver and was conscientious of becoming a burden to him. But it was awfully tempting. To be able to inscribe her words properly? To actually read a book instead of staring at it in bewilderment? She was not used to being in the presence of someone more than a couple ticks. So to sit and somehow enjoy drinks and conversation was a foreign routine. Her wounds consistently segregated her from obtaining connections. And yet, they proceeded to sway their shy companion into staying put. And her reaction to the way the Elezen proclaimed 'friend' in her introduction was moving her free hand to adjust the scarf up higher and hide the blemished cheeks and bashful nature. It was first in a long time that she'd hear such a statement. Even if it was just a general statement, it was exceptionally kind. What's more, the female chimed in pleasantly, offering up her services to help the Miqo'te through bribing a Flame into teaching her hand signals. Her gold eyes widened at the thought and flickered to Lazulle. Studying her for a moment in wonder. It was actually an idea she had pondered over for some time. Perhaps... she could start with the common alphabet? Supposedly, seeker tribes reflected these letters. But she forgot how many of them there were in Aorzea. She shook her head, though. Bribery wasn't a means to getting what she needed and refused to do it. It was the easy path, but most easy paths held heavy consequences. But her interest was peeked. And so, a little embarrassed by her flighty nature, she tucked her tail and ears and lowered her petite form back into her seat and shifted to get comfortable. Ampere was right, her eyes downcast staring at the man on the floor, the barkeep wouldn't let them leave anyway. So there she was, yet again, in front of the parchment, ready to listen to Ampere tell a story the female Duskwight coaxed from him.

... Maybe I'm just not intelligent enough to answer your question, because you've had many answers. Specific... general... opinions. Many answers. Sorry you're not receiving what you're expecting from the masses.

More like genius characters can not be RP'd by the lazy. Seriously, how hard is it when we have the internet and thesaurus at our fingertips?

Let me tell you about my first post here on the forums... It was late at night, I'm tired with my pajamas on and hair up in a bun and my stuffed sheep in my lap that I snuggle when it's not to hot. For some reason, I knew exactly what I wanted to type about my character, "Does not know her sire." And I put, "Sired by none." Which makes not a LICK OF SENSE. But since my brain was already scrambled eggs with no side of bacon, I didn't even catch it. And peacefully drifted off to slumberland. The next morning were posts from other folks here on the forums poking fun at my little mistake... a lot. Had I been a more sensitive person, this would have deterred me from ever coming back. It was uncalled for, honestly, and unintentional on my part. But because I'm so awesome, I laughed it off and fixed it to what was intended. I do not correct. I didn't major in English. Didn't become a teacher. It's not my job, I already have one of those. If I got the jist, I roll with the mistakes. Just call me Gumbi because I'm flexible. Uhm, mentally, not physically. However, when asked, I will help when I can and be encouraging in my corrections instead of "This, this and this are wrong. Fix it and maybe I'll consider RPing with you." BUT TO EACH THEIR OWN, YO.

There was a thunderstorm when taking the pictures, but I just love this place. It's so cozy with lovely outdoor seating and then, how can you say no to hot springs? Camp Bronzelake (Hot Springs) Yup. This would be my go to spot.

This was going to be rough. Already two questions and no ability to answer properly, unsure if she'd accept the Miqo'te's touch to trace her name into her palm like the male did. She debated just sitting back and sketching silently while the two elves with their intact vocal chords started a dialogue. Her being the third wheel wasn't an unusual feeling. She pulled the scarf up more and flinched at the sound of a mug hitting the wall again while the aroma of ale wafted in to her sinuses and the corners of her hidden mouth drooped. Bleh. Her ears flattened against her head in dismay. The drunken denizens slurring profanities at one another one moment and then hugging it out the next was comical, if not for the off chance of being hit by beverage projectiles. Figuring Ampere would introduce her anyway, she nodded politely to the newcomer, eyes downcast and started drawing a large feline creature. A Couerl to be exact. Artistic abilities displayed for the first time to any acquaintance. It was soothing in an awkward situation. And she deemed this fairly awkward. In fact, what was keeping her here? Besides the curiosity of the male Elezen's past and the meaning of his trinket, he would have an easier time retelling his woes to someone who could hear AND pitch in advice, such as the beautiful warrior taking a seat between them. Lazulle she called herself. How oddly fitting... Her presence was unnecessary in this situation. Or perhaps, she was curating an excuse to run. Either way, she stopped her free-sketch and slowly stood. Attempting to take her leave.

This poor man. His poor clothes. By the twelve did she have to be so incompetent? She was comparable to a large buffalo in a glass stall. Anything that could go wrong, would, by her own hands, which continued to pat him dry frantically, hoping he wasn't about rage at her clumsy nature. His larger hand had a hold of hers to cease the clean up process. And the realization crashed down upon her small dome. He was staring at her patchwork neck because they were eye to eye while he was seated. He even mumbled something pertaining to the gnarled flesh and her cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. Right... the scarf was a cover up, not a drying towel. To hide the flawed skin. Not just because she became easily chilled. The question was an easy one to answer. No, her ability to speak was lost. She turned her head away after denying with a shake, avoiding eye contact with the Elezen. She felt exposed and slightly vulnerable so her free hand lifted to cover her throat protectively, while he maintained a grip on the other. And there was yet another communication issue. He assumed she was literate because she had spelled her own name into the palm of his large hand. That was about the only word she could write out properly. She understood sounds. What with the Seeker alphabet and pronunciation. But forget correct grammar. Her spelling was sub par. She took up the now moist scarf and grimaced. But how could she mentally complain when Ampere had been drenched in the alcohol? Loosely wrapping the material back around to once again conceal her flaws. From across the room, a large towel of questionable sanitation landed atop her crown and she immediately pulled the thing off and narrowed her eyes at the barkeep. Pointing to her, and then the mess, meaning clean it up, woman. It was her fault after all, so she began wiping as the elf pulled a parchment and quill from his satchel of requirement. With the table acceptably damp now, she took a deep breath and slid her seat in closer to the parchment laid before them and to his side. Shakily taking up the quill in her left hand and she shot him a nervous look. Not even certain she clutched it right. Her wide eyes lifted to the sound of another voice, following the perk of her ears. A little melodious, matching the lanky female Elezen. Another? For a race that didn't find her socially engaging, they were coming out of the wood work to ask questions and possibly favors. A couple blinks more before she turned her gaze to Ampere, and slowly lifted her shoulders in an 'I don't know, don't really mind, whatever you want' suggestion.

I was just thinking about this topic the other day... How funny. Agreed. There are repercussions when using such power to traverse. And depending how far you need to travel, it can be downright exhausting. I feel that's more believable. My characters can teleport, but it comes at great cost (money and energy-wise) so they usually take other methods of transportation. And she can only port to major hubs for each land. Ul'dah, Limsa... Ect.

Insistent was a descriptive understatement, but she nodded slowly in agreement. It was a good thing Elle couldn't communicate because the woman's presence was intimidating and she would have spilled her guts. Her acrobatic skills reflected this Elezen's as well... Just what exactly were they to one another? The bracelets obviously meant something more than he was willing to divulge, yet the female did not know his name? A bizarre buried story she wanted to unearth because now the suspense was itching. She breathed out slowly, exasperated with her own limitations, wanting to question him with out having to play charades. He clinked her glass and she grimaced at the stein before taking a sip, sputtering and choking on the sour liquid and thumping a fist to her chest. Wrong tube. Her eyes watered and she gently ran a sleeve under them to dry the tears, the scar tissue making it worse. Drinking was proving dangerous at the moment so she set it down and tried to breathe properly. Taking in the small baggy of gil, she shook her head and pushed it back. The woman knew of him and his generosity and openly accepted it, and while she would not have minded the tiny job for extra currency, she felt it was necessary for him to confront the one he obviously cared for and was hiding from. It was not a situation to become the middle man. She stood quickly and bumped the table enough to jar her beverage. Liquid sloshed and she reached to grab it... and knocked it over completely. Sticky fluid ran across the table and right into the lap of the white haired male. For a moment she just stared in bewilderment. Listening to the sound of it hit the floor, and the switch flipped. She panicked. Hands flailed, quick inhales and exhales, turning in a circle to find some kind of cloth. But no success and she quickly unwrapped the scarf from her neck and started patting his thighs dry, shaking her head as an apology over and over. Coming awfully close to a certain part that would make a sea-dog blush on the spot. She was so frenzied she hardly noticed, even forgetting about the nasty scars on her neck that was hidden beneath the veil. They criss-crossed and were excruciating obvious. And she was tired of the wide eyed stared and whispered commentary from strangers, hence the draping.

She pondered over his words carefully, her gold eyes lifting to the ceiling in wonder. Same bracelets, but unrelated? And then her face twisted in disgust... what kind of stain was that up there?! Maybe it was best not to study it and continue on with her life and keep that mystery undisclosed. That, and his bracelet. Which was exactly what she had planned, attempting to duck out before a mighty hand grasped her shoulder for attention. She frowned as the one eyed barkeep sat her into a chair with his amazing strength and placed large mugs onto the table. She rubbed her shoulder when he released, wondering if there were divots left behind from his vice-like grip. The Elezen, too, seemed anxious to leave. That was until a Roe came in exclaiming the need to pay her tab, or possibly make it larger. She watched his sullen body sit in a chair across from her once more and take up his mug, a sniff... a grimace... but he cheers'd to her anyways. Quickly lifting up her ale with both small hands she nodded a couple times in agreement. Well- about the fruitful part. Him being there for a while seemed daunting. And the market was calling out to her, especially that necklace... It was pretty. She blinked to bring the elf back into focus. Not meaning to drift off. But when you can't vocalize your thoughts, you get swept up in the prospects and ideas formulating consistently. This came with a price. To-many-a-lightpost had been run into. The bruises on her forehead proved it. Ampere... why was he being so... civil towards her? She definitely had her share of snide remarks and rude quips from most of the Elezen, especially her encounters in Gridania. Didn't help that her partner in Archery, who happens to be a long-limbed one, snickered every time she drew her bow and distracted from her lessons. He looked down on her, and not just in the physical sense. At the smell of the ale her discolored nose crinkled and she gently placed it back on the table, unsure of taking in the questionable liquid. Oh, she should probably return his introduction! Her eyes lowered, trying to figure out how to convey a namesake. She flailed for a moment to grab his attention once more and placed a hand over her chest. I am... And reached across the table to gently take his hand into her warm one, turning his palm upwards and from there, traced letters with the pad of her finger across his sensitive skin in common. Elle. The corners of her mouth upturned, proud of her minute accomplishment.

I love all of these... Did a little photoshoot with one of my characters, figured I'd share a few.

More of R'Elle, since she finally hit 30 and could obtain a yukata... And her bathing suit...

Brown boots hit the stone floor after leaping from the bar counter top, snatching up her bow and an arrow and with the ease of repetitive motion, drew the arrow back in a wide stance and aimed it towards the gentlemen. Her brows furrowing beneath her bangs, displaying she had had enough of his stupor and was ready to fire one off between his eyes. Her breath slow and steady to calm her racing heart. But the Elezen had other plans and approached the stubborn male, hoping to alleviate the situation with a friendly chat. The response should not have been surprising at this point, tearing the glove from the elf's hand and holding bracelet out, puzzled at the Elezen's skills and the objects in his grasp. The Hyur didn't see it coming. Squished beneath the foot of the pointed eared male retrieving his belongings and drawing the glove back over his bracelet for safe keeping. Elle was floating between aghast and impressed, reflected in her large eyes. All the while he held a calm demeanor and inquired on her state of health. The string loosened as she lowered her weapon and brought her feet back together. Nodding quickly and heaving relieved sigh. Her penchant for trouble had put the elven acquaintance into harms way and she made her sincerest apologies known by crossing the distance and pressing a hand over her heart. With that she closed her eyes and bowed deeply before him. Raising up she met his gaze and lowered the scarf to reveal her lips. A warm smile of appreciation curved them upwards before they parted as if to speak. She pursed them together and lifted her wrist, pointing to it. Her mouth moving to enunciate 'bracelet' in question and with a tilt of her head. It had not escaped her attention that it matched the one the lovely lady wore. It was not any of her business... but her curiosity was difficult to contain. He'd either share or dismiss the topic, and that would be that.

Elle figured, easy drop off. No problems what so ever. The lady received her settlement and the female feline could be on her way with out worries of answering a bombardment of questions. Happy to retrieve the property left in the hands of the pale haired Elezen. She weaved and bobbed among the crowd of strangers with a mixture of reactions towards her race. Trying desperately to not be distracted by a certain necklace that caught her eye at the jewelry stand. But the corners of her mouth drooped. Knowing full well that even a shiny object could not be a good enough distraction. It would draw even more attention to her flawed skin. A sun kissed hand clutched at her chest, back peddling and stumbling into a large Roe in shock as the lady from before dropped out of the blue, blocking her path to the tavern. Her eyes searching above and around the vicinity. How was that even possible?! An instant later, the same blonde haired woman from earlier would seemingly fall from the sky and land deftly in front of the Miqo'te, casually dusting off the long apron she was still wearing. "Ha! Don't underestimate a former Ul'dahn street-rat! No one knows this city's inner workings better than the owner of the Blue Bangle Bakery!" The woman claimed proudly as she hefted up the gil pouch the Miqo'te had given her. "I need to ask you about this. Were you...told to give it to me, by someone?" The Seeker's hands came up innocently, palms facing the blue eyed denizen and ears flattening against her scalp. Her eyes were large during the woman's prodding for information. Elle's lips were parted in an 'O' of disbelief beneath the material of her scarf. Unable to communicate clearly the intentions of the anonymous donater to her cause. But the woman didn't wait, describing her charitable character down to a tee and Elle was now stuck. Listening to every word spilling from the fair bakery owner. Was this... love unrequited? Misunderstood? Her trip down memory lane of a boy she once knew owning the same familiar hat. The Miqo'te's body relaxed slowly in the woman's presence and slipped a hand into her's as a greeting. Introducing herself as Ophidia and Elle simply nodded in response, a gesture of pleasantry in exchange. On closer inspection, the girl was lovely, making Elle avert her gaze to keep from staring and feeling slightly insecure. Luckily, she did not ask for the Miqo'te's name in return, but she did request something peculiar that made her head tilt slightly in question. To be his friend? It wasn't much of a choice, because off the damsel went leaving her to stare at the now empty hand before her. It was an odd day, that's for certain. She tossed her hair about in a shake and slowly turned to reunite with her weapons and languid elf, adjusting the scarf for optimal coverage of her throat. She pushed open the door once more, letting the warm light illuminate the shabby tavern, only to stop in her tracks and stare at a familiar drunken figure who knowingly gestured towards her long bow. His head lulling in the direction of the new comer and his brows furrowing, clearly pissed and recognized her tanned hide, "You... you hid like a rat! Come 'ere an' fight meh! You started thish- I'll finish it!" A large hand held out and a finger pointing straight at her for good measure. You'd think the patrons would have had enough fights for one day, but they tuned in eagerly and awaited on the new entertainment source. An inebriated oaf against the agile Miqo'te. She flailed helplessly and crossed her arms into an X formation in front of her. Trying to signal she didn't want the confrontation. Head shaking forcefully in denial. But the message was not received on his intoxicated end and he curled up his meaty hands into fists, planning to pound her to dust if he could. Keeping on the balls of her feet, she readied herself anyways to go on the defense. He lunged haphazardly in her direction, bringing up a raised hand and she rolled to the left in an easy dodge, his fist colliding with a table top and splintered the wood. Bounding up onto the bar counter she ran down it towards the Lancer and the dimly lit corner. What a mess...