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Savona Drake

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  1. These are seriously amazing, hopefully I will have some $$ to throw at you later in the week!
  2. Though my character is friendly, he doesn't really suit what you're looking for. That being said, if you happen to see me in the Quicksand, feel free to walk up and say hello!
  3. I think the day when people stop complaining about stupid things, will be the day the world dies in a massive fiery explosion......or when Jesus comes back, for religious people..... You get the point....
  4. Annnnd we're done here. Good thread, folks. Thanks for coming out. I was afraid somebody was going to miss that!
  5. Though i've never engaged in ERP before, I wouldn't say I am against it.....IF.....it suits the roleplay, and...IF.....its with the understanding that this is all done IC. That being said however, ERP always seemed like sticky situation to get yourself into without really knowing the basics of the person OOC. And i don't mean that you have to know them IRL. Just as long as you know them good enough to make an educated guess on how they will handle an ERP scenario, to see if they can distinguish the difference between IC and OOC realtionship.
  6. I think the basic thing to do, is to understand that your character, no matter what experience, can, and probably will be defeated more then his fair share of times. For instance: I have a little shy of 2yrs of martial arts experience (Aikido) which is a self defense karate form. Now due to Hollywood, you'd assume i'd never be hit........WRONG......I've done my fair share of taking hitsin RL scuffles to know that no matter how good you are, someone, somewhere, will be able to best you at least once. And it has nothing to do with your skill level. Maybe something distracted, maybe something was thrown into your eyes, or maybe, you simply thought he was hooking left, and instead he hooked right. Upon creation of my character, i wanted realism. This means having battle scars of fights long before that was a loss. If someone wishes to fight with me IC, i assume the /roll rule. It seems to be the most fair, realistic way of pertaining an outcoem to both parties. Where my character achieves his "badass-ery" is the ability to overome any lose and have a "can't keep a good man down" vibe to him.
  7. Normally I don't mind working, but on slow rainy days.....it's just that......sloooowwwwww.
  8. I think that goes in the "Balmung Directory" section of the forums.
  9. I get where he is trying to go with this, but lets face it, this is just "Hollywood" being redone to fit his taste. No archer, in a combat situation is going to partially run sideways up a tree before firing. Not to mention, that the firing of 3+ arrows at once cause it's penetrating power by atleast 35%. So unless your opponent was standing within 10 feet of you, but naked, the arrows would not pierce thru much. If you are using these techniques forecourt roleplay or other fantasy type interaction, then this would help spice up a fairly weak melee range class. In real life however, it's just not practical. Now, I'm not a pro archer (tho info have some experience) so this is not based on solid facts, it's just my thoughts on the matter.
  10. I gotcha. Was mostly wanting to dismantle the "you look trashy" side of things. There's a difference between "I'm open to sexual content" and "fill my boihole with billions of cat seeds." ...you know what? Not editing that. COME AT ME, MODS. Edit: I lied. Again, not saying there's anything wrong with the second case. It's definitely a lot cruder than "I fuck on the first date" though. Oh man, I had a witty answer to whatever was replied, but I underestimated the clever use of "boihole" and "cat seed" haha.
  11. Good to say others are currently sharing my plight!
  12. True, but even if the latter is true, it's the way they want to play, and honestly, doesn't hurt anyone I say let them have their way and if you don't want to RP into that, then don't. And this is not aimed at you, Warren. Just the topic in general.
  13. Though new to the forums myself.....WELCOME! I don't have much experience with RP myself (though I do have a little) So if you want to meet up for some casual RP, with outside of town or in the Quicksand, just let me know!
  14. I'm thinking its more because it's a culture that we don't fully understand. They are more tribal, and with a sense of duty to their tribe that, much like real life, humans do not really relate with. Where-as Miqo'te have set guidelines in who can, and cannot mate, Most humans just "stick whatever they please and move on.
  15. Ahoy there! Always nice to run into another player in the same state!
  16. Hey everyone, just wanting to make a few friends and get some roleplay going. Below is a little about my character. If you feel like your character could have a place in this RP, whether is an IC family member, romance, or rival etc. Feel free to Pm me either here, or in game (same name) and I'd be happy to work something out with you! Also, fairly new to RP and Ffxiv but I'm sure I've stuck close enough to lore to be considered safe. Thanks and enjoy! (((please forgive any typos/misspelling/grammar mistakes. I'm on my phone, and I'm not in anyways a professional writer))) Info: Male Highlander 11th Sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon. 73.7 Height. 187 Weight. Backstory: The night sky, filled with the dim twinkling stars stretched out as far as the eye can see. A lonely breeze of wind, ruffling the few small plants struggling to grow on the unforgiving desert sand, swirling around, caught up in the gust. The faint cry of a young fox separated from his mother could be heard in the distance, a mournful howl echoing in the night. The dark, forlorn shadow of a figure could be seen, trudging against the night sky horizon, his rough leather boots kicking up sand as he shuffled his way through the desert. He was a fairly tall, solid built man, the few scratches across his arms, face and bare chest told tales of unknown battles and events Though battle scarred and marked he was, his eyes, though bloodshot, was young and held a firey glow, his piercing eyes barely visible above the ruffles of the scarf wrapped around his face, doing a pitiful job of keeping the sand from his mouth, eyes and nose. His right hand tightly grasped the hem of his scarf, pulled tightly to his face as the wind tried to wrestle it from his grip. His left hand gripped the leather wrapped hilt of the worn sword that swung from his left side. Though the sword had lost its shiny polish, and the blade was chipped in a few places due to battles of before, the blade was still sharp and clean, a true testament to the skilled upkeep that it's weilder had shown it. Around his sword belt, hung another small belt which hung a few pouches and pockets, laced around the back and the side that hung opposite of the sword. A combination of rope, misc metal working tools, some small nails and tacks, along with a few dried fruit pieces and a cut of tough jerky. On his back was strapped a rawhide pack, stuffed with a blanket, a few makeshift eating utensils, pots, pans, a bag of curing salt and a few herbs and fresh leaves from an oasis a few miles back. 2 cantines of water hung from the outside, the one nearly empty, the other full to the brim, another thing to be thankful and praise the gods for leading him to water. A lethal dagger hung to his leg unseen inside his boot. Though tough to reach in perhaps bulkier armor, due to the leather and cloth coverings that he wore, it could be pulled quick from its sheathe, an unwelcome surprise to its adversary. Though the night air hung cool around him, his face and bare chest and back was covered with beads of sweat, serving as a witness to the long hard trek that he had embarked upon. At about the midnight hour, he took shelter behind a large jagged boulder that sat upon the top of a small sand dune. Taking shelter opposite side to protect himself from the wind, the weary traveler unhooked his belt and listened to it thud against the sand. His sword, however, received a much more respectful treatment. Gently unhooking it, he took the scarf that was no longer needed to shield his face from the wind and sand, he wrapped the sword in it and leaned it gently against the rock. He slid his backpack off, and reached inside and pulled out a few small wooden logs and placed them centered inwards. Removing a small bottle of oily liquid he sprinkled it onto the arranged logs. A concoction of animal fat and oil, it could burn for hours at a time, a trick he learned from an old grandfather long ago. As the fire burned and crackled before him, he pulled out a few pieces of dried fruit and popped a few pieces into his mouth. Reaching into his boots and removing the dagger from its sheathe, he hastily cut a strip of the jerky and began to gnaw on the rough piece of dried meat. Leaning over to his pack, he undid the leather strap that was holding the canteens in place, taking a long satisfying swig from the canteen, allowing the excess water to flow to his neck and chest. Thirst quenched and hunger satisfied, he leaned back aginst the rock and for the first time in hours upon hours, allowed himself to relax. Closing his bloodshot, sand blasted eyes, he thought back to everything that had happened over the last few months. The love of his life choosing to stay with another man, the dishonorable shunning of him by his nomadic desert tribe, the few occasions he encountered a ravaging bloodthirsty predator, the skirmish he had with a group of bandits on the outskirts of a small desert town. Placing his hand on a dried, blood stained bandage wrapped around his side, he vividly recalled feeling the arrow head pierce through his flesh, an unlucky shot. If only he'd had dodged a few more inches to the right, the arrow would of missed him completely instead of piercing him 3 inches from his side. Though not a lethal shot by any means, it sure hurt as hell. Grunting in uncomfortable pain, he reaches into his pocket ans produced a wrinkled letter, written out in faded black ink. The only remaining readable line was "My Dearest A'mon" at the beginning of the letter, and signed only with a row of 4 hearts, each pierced with an arrow threw it. His otherwise blank expression, for a moment yielded a look of sadness. A look that was quickly corrected as he folded the paper and held it towards the fire, a scene that has taken place many a night, and just like the other nights, with a heavy sigh, it's folded and placed back into the pocket. Leaning back aginst the rock, the line "My Dearest A'mon" ran through his head. The letter was in response to a question that was asked in secret to his love, and the reply was not one of joy. Squeezing his eyes tight he rubbed his rough hands across his forehead, almost as in an effort to erase it from his memory. He quickly changed his thoughts to how his life would change. He was making his way to the desert city of Ul'dah. A place that usually did not sit well with him, the hustling and bustling of the city usually was to much for him. Although in his younger years, he had developed a fondness for the tavern drink. But that was for younger times. Now though only at 27yrs old, he gave up drink and focused on training of his mind, body and sword. His mother, originally being from Gridania, had taught him and the younger children to read and write at a young age. Between his talents with the sword, reading and writing, and his brief knowledge of wood and steel working, he assumed the city-state would be the best place to carve out a living. And he would arrive tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the day, the day to arrive in the city, refresh his supplies, and seek out work. A day to make a name for himself, the name of A'mon Vespar would be redeemed from the shame his tribe bestowed upon him. With these thoughts in his mind, he closed his eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
  17. Thanks for the welcome, and instantly I have a question for you! Is there like a "character introduction" section around here somewhere? I thought i had seen one awhile back? EDIT: Nevermind, found it!
  18. Hey everyone! Well as it says, currently pretty new to rp, though i do have a little experinece. And i have been browsing these forums for a few weeks. Figured it was time to introduce myself and if you've a mind to get to know him, will be posting my charater introduction to the forums shortly Anyways, a little about me personally. Born and raised Florida native, 27yrs old, married, and i will become a 1st time parent in March. EXCITING! Anyways, anything you'd like to know or ask, this is the place to do it!
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