Well I for one approve. Just be mindful of the other players OOC and we'll all get along like (As I've already called it) a rag-tag bunch of misfits.
And this is why I didn't want to have humans available. I knew that when I allowed us ape-folks to be a playable race, people weren't going to give the others a chance. Hell, the only reason I added them was because I was afraid I wasn't going to get a whole lot of players otherwise. Call me paranoid, but so far I think I've been proven right at least a little. No that I blame the human players for picking something familiar and relatable, of course.
NO! No need! Unless you genuinely want to play as something else, play who you want to play as, I was just bitching and moaning.
Perfectly fair.
I am now a giant sapient crow.
Well, that certainly spices things up. Re-welcome aboard.
As long as I can get some fantastical beast in my belly I'll be good. *Crosses fingers for dragon kabobs in the future*
I'm only human most of the time!
Nothing's stopping you. Get on it if you feel the desire to do so.
Welcome aboard!Name: Arawyn Cu Chulainn
Age: 785
Arawyn, on hard times. Turns out screaming berserkers arn't what they want for an elf merc.
Species: Elf
Origin: A hidden village on the foot of Sunbreaker Peak
Personality: Agressive and sneering. Arawyn is driven to surmount greater and greater challenges, and prove his glory throughout the lands. He is not given to long or complicated plans, preferring to rearrange faces with blunt instruments. Permanently. While screaming. He is also afflicted by wanderlust. Some say it is a curse. Others say it is simply his nature. Whatever the case, when the dragon is slayed, the army broken, the evil king murdered, Arawyn simply drifts on. His arrogence drives off many people, and his near psychotic lust for battle more so.
Backstory: Arawyn Cu Chulainn was born in the ass end of nowhere, and nothing was expected of him. He was to serve in the army, return to his village, and spend the rest of his days singing plants from the ground. When he grew up, his short temper made him an outcast, and his rather small apitude for the normal schools of magic made it even harder. He discovered the magic of runes from a traveling crone, won in a game of checkers. And he bloomed with them! He would skip the teaching sessions to scrawl magic onto old bits of rotton bark and animal hide. When he was twenty, he joined the army. And on the battlefield, he found himself. When he left the army, he handed over most of his pay to his family, packed a pair of good boots and a sword, and went adventuring.
Skills
Starting items:
- Speak With Nature: Talk with the spirits of nature as well as animals and plants to gain information
- Warp Spasm: Warp flesh to gain hellish strength and unyielding aggression.
- Melee: Skilled with any sort of weapon you can name.
- Runes: Can carve runes to grant magical buffs.
Here's mine.
- Warhammer
- Arming Sword
- Bow and a quiver of arrows.
- Plate Armor
- Chalk
Arawyn Cu Chulainn has a nonzero chance of me looking at @TailsofNine 's character and going hmm, what would be the opposite of that?
They are not, I'm afraid.
Working on it.
Alright, so you know how a major part of being a master swordsman or martial artist is muscle-memory? You know the mechanics of everything down pat, but a major component is being able to automatically move based on what defensive or offensive actions are being taken? Imagine, for example, you've taken Taekwondo for years. You know how to block and punch and do maneuvers and you're able to do them on reflex. Someone tries to punch you and you automatically maneuver to block it. Now imagine one day, you wake up and someone tries to punch you. When that happens, you body doesn't move on its own. You remember the mechanics, you understand the techniques, but your body no longer remembers. You get punched because your automatic response is just gone. That's what happens to expert sword-skills and martial arts here. Not to that extreme, as they still have to be able to fight against basic enemies, but you're no longer as good as you once were.
