Shamadconde

http://forum.square-enix.com/ffxiv/threads/47128

Shamad nods and takes off after the Hyur, careful not to fall in any holes along the way.

Shamad walks up and pats the Hyur on the shoulder. "They are with Thal now. We'll get the ones who did this, I promise!"

I think I'll stick with this one.

Shamad picks up his pack and follows.

Shamad looks at the arrow. He has a decision. Continue with what he came here for or go with this guy. Considering the absolute mess that was his journey here, he is pretty sure he couldn't take on those highwaymen by himself. He nods. "Sounds like fun!"

Shamad takes the skin, takes a swig, coughs violently, and hands it back. "Shamad and I'm looking for adventure. Seems I found more than I thought just getting here."

Shamad just nods, totters to his feet, and touches the Aetheryte. He gasps as power flows through him, his empty eye socket glowing dimly beneath the scarf. He casts Cure on himself then the Hyur man. "What's your name?" He's surprised by his voice. It still isn't working right.

Shamad sits up. "Yes. Nasty beasts around here." he croaks. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a scarf and ties it over his empty eye socket.

Sounds like fun! I'd love to get my own derp-mobile.

(okily dokily!) Shamad stumbles into Camp Glory and collapses next to the Aetheryte. He is covered with bloody scratches and there is a huge red lump right over his voice box. His breathing is slow and wheezing. His clothes are tattered and his eye patch is missing. One bystander walks over, looks at Shamad's face, and shudders. He walks away to get medical supplies.

I just restarted today.

Shamad nods, turns, and walks out the door. As he exits, he thinks "This guy is hiding something. He doesn't look like he has the testicular fortitude to smuggle so...." He starts his journey to Camp Glory where he might or might not wait.

There really needs to be one for dropped jaw cause I just pulled mine off the floor.

Shamad nods while drinking his juice. It sounds to him like this could be fun. He bolts the rest of his drink. "Sounds good. Tell who ever else shows up that I will meet them at Camp Glory in 5 days time." He gets up and is heading towards the door when a thought strikes him. He slaps his palm to his face and walks back to the table. "I forgot to ask. What is the nature of this cargo, how much of it is there and....." He moves his hand in the more gesture.

Shamad glances around the pub. He looks Mr. Moedar Fancy Pants Maddin up and down with his lone red eye. "Probably. We shall see." He winces inside at the high pitched and rather girly sound of his voice. It really doesn't contrast well with the image he tries to project what with his black eye patch, black robes, black gloves, and just general all black appearance. "While we wait for what other might grace us with their presences, tell me everything I need to know to get yer stuff back." He pulls out a chair, whistles for the barmaid, and gets comfy.

((It's been awhile. Be gentle!)) Shamad rubs the scar running down his face and disturbs the black eye patch over his right eye. "Damn thing!" he says. He takes a deep breath and takes the plunge. He approaches the soft looking Lalafell's table. "Are you Moedar? I read your notice and am here to offer my humble assistance."

((For reference: http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=2901)) "GET OUT!!" "But Sir I..." "I don't care. Your punishment for your disgraceful behavior is suspension from training for one month. Get out of my office or only Nald'thal can save you!" Sha'mad straightened his pack, made sure his eyepatch was on, and walked out of the Arrzaneth Ossuary. He had a month to kill so he wandered to the Adventurers' Guild in The Quicksand. He searched the bulletin board and saw one that piqued his interest. Some merchant got himself robbed. Sha'mad shook his head at the irony. Unfortunately the writer of the bulletin forgot to write down his/her name.Â

I. RL Info (if you want) RL Name: Mike RL Age: 29Â Country: USAÂ Timezone: Mountain RL Gender: M Why do you like to RP? I used to do it as a form of therapy for PTSD and got hooked! II. Basic info Characters: Shamad Conde Current primary linkshell: N/A III. RP Preferences [glow=black]RP style (Light, medium, or heavy)? Medium to heavy[/glow] [glow=black]Are you willing to RP a fight scene in game? If so, preferred method of combat? Yes and I don't really have a preference.(/randoming, skill based, etc)[/glow] [glow=black]Are you willing to take major injuries in game? Yes (ie limb loss, comas, etc.)[/glow] [glow=black]Under what circumstances, if any, would you allow your character to be killed off? If it saves the world or largish group of people.[/glow] [glow=black]Are you willing to RP romance in game? How far are you willing to go? Yes but having no experience in RL, will be awkward. I'd say PG-13. No cyber.[/glow] [glow=black]What kind of non-romantic RP relationships are you seeking? Open to anything.(family ties, etc)[/glow] [glow=black]How far from the actual lore are you willing to stray? I'm willing to bend it as long as the ability to retcon is retained.[/glow] [glow=black]Views on chat functions (IC vs OOC in /party, /linkshell, /say)? I'm a sheep. I just go with the flow.[/glow] [glow=black]Will most of your RP be confined in a single linkshell or will you try to RP with as many as possible? I'll Rp with anyone.[/glow] [glow=black]Seeking: LS or RP partner.[/glow] [glow=black]How do you prefer to be contacted? (PM or post in this thread) I'm good with either.[/glow]

To be honest I can't play at work. I work on my story and forum Rp if it's available.

*glances around* "Well this place has changed.....a lot!" Hi! I'm Shamad Conde and I will be returning to Hydaelyn within the next week (need to get paid first ). My previous MMOs are FFXI, WoW, FFXI, Aion, FFXI, FFXIV, WoW, and, of course, FFXI. I have a little Rp experience from playing Aion and FFXIV during the launch time. Can't wait to get back into it. It's what keeps the hours from dragging at work.

*checks his actions* The game says it's rank 1.

Just remember: That's what I see all the time. For better or for worse.

Shamad looked at the messenger. He reached out and grabbed the Lalafell's arm. "You can tell us the message outside. Let's go." He looked at Bob's display with contempt. He walked outside, dragging the messenger behind him.