Taru Buck's page

As this appears thoroughly and completely dead, do you mind moving me to the inactive characters/players brackets?

See ya, Space Vulture.

"So... what's everyone's major, and why?" Taru asked from behind a small stack of graphic novels, ticking off his damage taken on a pair of d10s that he kept on top of the books to keep himself from accidentally rolling them, to show the damage he'd just taken.

Taru had wound up using a ranger concept, who went sword and board, and focused on using ample combat-reflexes opportunities to shore up her ally's defenses whenever she was nearby and they were attacked... oh, how he dreamed of going Mythic with that particular build. Making yourself the only target that was even remotely reasonable would be fun... but alas.

Ary, the Iomedean Ranger was a favorite from a campaign that had failed to launch. Maybe one day she'd find a real home.

"Hm. I've got a dozen different character ideas I can play with. This isn't something that has to be... mechanically fine-tuned, right? I'm terrible at doing anything aside from making a character memorable. What's the group need?"

Local: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5(You mean knowledge: Nope, right?)

Taru nods slowly. "A bit, yeah. I was planning to head to Atlanta for a small Con, then elsewhere for a few other Cons... but wound up here when my GPS got messed. Maybe one of you know..." he frowns slightly, "Space Duck..?" He said the latter quite tentatively, assuming most people would think him stupid for asking something like that. "I figured I could drop by since I was out this way, if he wasn't too busy."

Taru sighed. The stupid GPS was useless. He'd been on his way to a major Con... the first he'd ever been to... when the GPS informed him that there had been several major wrecks on I-75. So he'd turned east, as the GPS instructed him, to avoid it. Even he could tell by looking at the map that he should have turned southwest, but it had instructed him to turn northeast at highway 19, instead of southwest. Whatever, the machine probably had plans for yet another wreck. Or something. At least he had plenty to do, and he'd left a day earlier than he'd needed to to get where he was going.

Quitting his job had been pretty easy. It was still scary though. But hopeful, at the same time. His internal monologue kept him mentally busy enough to almost wind up with a deer hood ornament as he drove down the country 'highway'. He'd wind up having to get a place to stay in... where the hell was Toccoa? He looked at the GPS with a sigh. "Busted, I guess. Like everything else usually is. Guess I'll have to find a hotel. Wait. Toccoa. That's where that Space Duck guy from the forums lives... maybe that's an option. No sense in not swinging by the campus, maybe someone knows him."

And so, he made his way to the campus, being a bit more careful, and parking at the edge thereof. He locked up everything, grabbing his overnight bag out of the back. He slipped to the trunk and pulled out a few new manga to read... new in that he'd only read them once, before, before closing the trunk full of random comic merchandise. His entire life savings was sitting in that car, and with luck... he'd be able to turn a profit from it.

He triple-checked that everything was locked, as he headed onto the campus, bag, and books in hand.

Yahuh. :3

. Will post later. Have to go to work, now.

Actually, I just forgot about this one with all of my workload. No gameplay thread when I checked mon/tue/wed so it just fell off my radar again.

Ano.

Image is a placeholder. Hate finding decent male pictures here.