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 Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 10:48 pm
This is a thread for testing character concepts you may have. It will give yo ua chance to see if a character you may want to use can interact well with others adn may help flesh out your bio. The character you use here can change and doesn't have to be the one you decide to keep. The rules for this thread are the same as the ones for the rest of the guild, except the limits on certain traits do not exist here.
Setting: A small town on the edge of a forest. The most popular place is the locar bar which is run by Ashley Baxter who is also the bar tended.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 2:12 am
((gonna post here cause no-one else has, and i'm bored out of my mind))
kit walked into the bar, he appeared to already be half drunk as he flopped at the bar-counter, resting his staff next to him and ordered a drink
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 6:58 pm
((OOC: I'm going to assume this means we can try out a character we haven't sent in yet, yes?))
Dayne sat at a table by herself. The young Shadow Lord had been there for an hour or two, hadn't ordered a single thing the entire time, scribbling away in a notebook. A pile of crumpled papers surrounded her feet as hit her head with her fists. There's no way around it. Those Summit bastards'll catch me no matter what I do. All public transportation and roads... I know they're there. They must be. I've pissed them off badly enough. That is, unless I can get my hands on some money or convice one of these people to give me a ride without them feeling me up... She shuddered at the thought... then the half drunk man and his staff caught her eye. A staff. Interesting, she mused. She then pulled out a compact mirror and gave herself a quick look over. Her hair was messy from her pulling on it, dark circles were beginning to appear, and her brow was furrowed from stress. She fixed her hair, took a few deep breathes, and looked over her options. The staff caught her eye again. She forced herself to ignore it. C'mon, let's do better than the drunk guy. There must be plenty of sober ones here. She flipped her longish, jet black, wavy hair and looked once more. What options do we have?
((OOC: and I'm going to assume this is where GM takes over to tell me what options I have, yes? I've never played a game online where the GM has an active role, so I wanna get used to that now.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:11 am
[hopefully characters pending approval can be tested here too.]
Erik rumbled into town on a bike that was on it's last legs two hundred miles ago. He'd kept the thing as best he could, but they just didn't make parts that old anymore. He pulled up into the dirt and gravel lot of an out of the way bar, the bike, which refused to start unless forced, now pinged and choked out before shutting off.
The tall man with dirty blond, near brown hair stepped off the bike and slung a knapsack over his denim jacketed shoulder. The leather chaps protested his stretching and bending the last five hundred miles of sitting on the bike from his joints. Erik entered the bar and took a seat at the bar. "Whiskey." he said to Ashley roughly, his throat still dry from the ride. Erik paid the bartender and left a tip. Holding the glass he wrapped his fingers around in, the middle and ring fingers of equal length, he threw back his shot and placed the glass on the bar and ordered an orange juice.
If Gaia doesn't get me to where I'm going soon, she's going to have to come up with a new bike. Erik thought as he finished his liquid meal and looked around at the bar he found himself in. A falling down drunk and a writer looking for a story, great. He turned back to the bartender and asked where the phone was. Getting his reply he flipped through the phone book looking for a mechanic.
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