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Oh sure. "Randal's Home for Children" is a small orphanage near the coast of Taldor. It's run by THIS GUY!
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I think it was mentioned that we are on the Taldorian Coast.
A dark haired boy sits in the cafeteria chatting to a group of people around similar ages to one another. He's seemingly the centre of attention, but acts shy around girls and with compliments, though seemingly always having things to say, and coming across as polite in the process (as always).
In the upper floors of the orphanage, Damien couldn't help but be troubled. He felt uneasy, for whatever reason as of his recent dreams. To calm himself, he stood at the window of the structure, inside, away from most of the kids and teens that berated him.
He was looking out to the shore, the coast, or atleast, in the direction of the coast. It seemed to calm him.
He was in a room that one of the adults usually used for whatever reason, but, it simply contained a chair, a desk, and the window he was looking out of. It also had a door, which he'd shut behind him hoping no one would come in.
He was in the chair, melancholy, looking outside of the window.
To his surprise, the door opened.
Othan was preparing to leave what had been his home for as long as he could remember. Randal had been kind to him, but these last few years had been hard, particularly since he started speaking in some language Randal had never heard before. Everyone kept their distance from him since that day not understanding him, he didn't understand it himself. The others kept passing, wispering, rarely speaking to him. It was time to leave, perhaps there was someone out there who could help him, understand himself.
@Damien Befira - Damien, Come on downstairs the meals about to start. Why ya lookin' so grimm kid?
Damien turns away from the window, startled, thinking one of the kids had found him. He was refreshed to see it was Randal, and sighed in relief. As for his reasons for looking so grim, he couldn't say, and simply shied away from the question.
He took a moment to look out of the window again.
"If I go downstairs I'm just going to be there. No one will talk to me unless they have some sort of hateful thing to say."
You could taste the melancholy in his voice.
Upstairs in her room, Phaedra finishes getting ready for the evening meal. As she dries and brushes her hair, she looks in her mirror to make sure the dye took evenly to her hair.
Perfect. A nice even brown all over. No one can tease me for having pink hair now.
Smiling, happy with the results and her new, more human, look, Phaedra heads downstairs to the dining hall.
I hope I'm not late for the meal, this dying took a bit longer than I thought it would, but it was so worth it.
Damien turns away from the window, startled, thinking one of the kids had found him. He was refreshed to see it was Randal, and sighed in relief. As for his reasons for looking so grim, he couldn't say, and simply shied away from the question.
He took a moment to look out of the window again."If I go downstairs I'm just going to be there. No one will talk to me unless they have some sort of hateful thing to say."
You could taste the melancholy in his voice.
Oh come on boy you gotta eat sometime, chin up!
He heaves a heavy sigh of disappointment, but gets up and gets ready to head down stairs, looking for his chalk which he usually carried on him. He finds it, of course, on his person, and then starts to walk down the stairs to the mess hall.
One of the downsides to red hair is that you stand out, which is a shame, because that's the last thing that Damien wants to do in any situation. Unfortunately, he's good at it.
As he starts down the staircase, he walks down shortly in front of Phaedra, whom he assumes also dislikes him, so he sort of tilts his head down.
Remus, alone in his room, continues to stare at his one prized possession. The mysterious sword that was his one hint to his unknown history. He looks at it for a few minutes before hiding it once again. He straightens his unkempt hair and leaves his room, knowing that it is now close to dinner time.
He comes down the stairs and nearly bumps into Phaedra and Damien. He blushes slightly at seeing Phaedra. He nods to both of them "Hello to the both of you..."
Phaedra follows the tall red-head at a bit of a distance, she's always worried about the tall ones not watching where they're going and stepping on her. This fear is only confirmed when another human boy almost steps on her as he is coming out his room.
"Uhm, hello Damien. You going to dinner too?"
Oh geez, that's a stupid question. Of course he's going to dinner. Everyone is going to dinner now. *sigh* Why is it so hard not to sound stupid?
As he descended the stairs he was bumped into by Remus, another boy. He wasn't big on pleasantries in his young age, so, he didn't exactly say anything. He was blushing for some reason, but he couldn't put 2 and 2 together on that, so he simply looked at him startled for a moment and kept going down the stairs.
Remus sighs to himself softly as he continues down the stairs. Everyone is always so sad and lonely around here he muses to himself.
He finally makes it down to the dinner table and takes his usual spot. Out of the way as he's quite shy of his bulk hurting anyone.
I wonder what is for supper tonight...
well then. Remus, Damien, Phaedra, and Tama sit at a table in the corner. Lelouch, Othan, Judeau, and seth sit at another more popular table with a few of the other orphans. Dinner is in fact a simple chicken broth and warm oven fresh bread.
As he takes his seat, he realizes that he's kind of lucked out as far as being a little bit social goes. The half-orc girl, Tama, is in the chair next to him. On the other side is Phaedra and Remus.
Still famously anti-social, however, Damien silently eats his food and tries not to make eye-contact, save for the occasional glance he tosses Tama
Phaedra slowly eats her dinner and occasionally glances down at the strands of now brown hair trailing over shoulders.
Well, so far so good. Dinner is at least ok tonight and no one has teased me about my hair yet. If I could just grow a little bit taller I would be just like any other girl here. Well, almost any other girl here. Tama doesn't really fit the definition of normal any more than I do.
Speaking rather quietly, Phaedra shyly addresses a question to the other girl at the table. "Tama, I was wondering if I get another opinion on my hair? The mirrors are rather small in the rooms and I was wondering if the color looks ok?"
Damien listens attentively, curious about Tama's tastes in, well, looking good at all. He didn't take half-orcs for the beautiful types, but he was just going on stereotypes he'd heard from the adults in his younger years.
Unfortunately I don't have this campaign fleshed out enough to know the dimensions of the mirrors.
Othan wonders why he is at the popular table or even if there is a popular table. He then returns to his soup and bread and decides perhaps he can wait a few more days before leaving.
Noticing Othan, Judeau and Seth sitting at the table, Lelouch looks in their direction with a welcoming smile, to at least acknowledge their presence.
Some of the kids can be seen teasing one another, pulling funny faces behind one anothers back and tapping each other, only to act innocent, claiming they didn't do anything. It's all in good nature though.
After he smiles at the group closest to him, Lelouch turns back to continue on with the conversation he was having with the more popular kids, laughing alongside them, amused by their playful nature.
Surrounded by a few guys, possibly close friends, but mostly girls, it seems that Lelouch is the most popular kid here, even if he often day dreams and is off in his own world a lot of the time.
9 players.
Remus smiles at his fresh baked bread, it was one of his favorite things to eat at the orphanage. He began dipping the bread into his broth and before long his food was gone. He listens to Phaedra's comment about her hair and before thinking he blurts out "I like the normal color of your hair..." He realizes too late that he meant to say that with his inside voice.
He blushes before trying to recover, "Not to say your hair isn't nice now, of course. I just heard in the adventure stories that gnomes have green and blue and purple hair, sometimes even orange. Sometime I wish I could go on an adventure and see gnomes with all types of hair colors!" He gets rather excited at the prospect before quieting down and looking back at his empty bowl with longing.
"Phaedra hair pretty." Tama can be counted upon to tell the truth as it hasn't occurred to her to say anything different. There's always a hiss of a lisp around Tama's fangs and despite being huge for a 15 year old, she hunches up and tries to look small and just looks awkward.
Seth sat at his table pushing food around on his plate. The handsome young lad glances around for their guardian, Mr. Gregori. When he was sure the older man wasn't watching Seth slips a piece of broth soaked bread into a cloth napkin and tucks it out of sight. He takes a long draw from the soup bowl, swallows and takes a large bite of bread. Still chewing on the bread he slips from the table with a nod to the others.
It wasn't unusual for him to be quiet and less talkative then the other children. Seth seemed to prefer the company of some of the stray animals that would wander near the orphanage. Once he was sure Mr. Gregori was preoccupied, Seth heads for the back store. He isn't trying to run away if watched, instead he quickly heads towards a storage shed attached to the back of the building.
Damien had always knew that Tama meant well, but he was far too intimidated by everyone else to mention it. He also noticed that she wasn't anywhere near as anti-social as he was. Hell, she might have even made a good friend, but for the sake of her well-being he avoided talking to her, thinking that she would go through the same hell as him.
He ate his bread and drank his broth, watching as Seth at another table got up and left. He didn't really keep an eye on him though. He preferred to keep an eye on the slight drama that was appearing in front of him.
Lelouch seems too into conversation to notice much else going on around him.
It seems just like any other day to him. Nothing out of the ordinary and people always focusing their attention towards him.
I tend to play ChArisma as social ability. Getting people to like you and ability to interact. Tama is ugly, yes, but she's also Awkward As s~*%, thus the low charisma score.
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I think basically everyone in the group has a bonus to charisma. We just all happen to be in the socially okward early teens.
Phaedra blushes a little at Remus's unexpected offering of opinion.
"Thank you for saying so Tama and Remus. I just wanted to see what I'd look like if I had normal hair like other girls have."