I realize now the errors of my ways. As it is not 10 days after the start of this campaign... but a year and 10 days. I am a fool.
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HEY! I know I'm late to the party but I'd love to join! I work nights at a hotel so I have a lot of free time. You will wake up every morning to a fresh, crisp, refreshing new post to start your day off right! So I know how to edit my posts so they're neat and tidy. I'm also familiar with the Numenera, as well as Monty Cooks other systems. I even know how to do spoilers:
Snape kills Dumbledor I've got nothing to do for the rest of the night so I'll read up on the campaign tonight. (Hope that's ok!) If you're full up and good to go I understand, but I'd love the opportunity to join in on the fun! I'll even throw together a character tonight just for kicks and giggles. Thanks regardless for you time.
It spoke in a deep, rumbling voice. Talked to Basai. The quote will be "Do not treat me like an object!"
Congratulations fellow party members!
Very interested! Would prefer to play an oracle but would be willing to run a cleric or paladin. New to PbP and Grey Hawk so it might take a hot second to get me running but I'm always up for the challenge! Plus I have a LOOOOOOT of free time to post.
@ Jeremy - I appreciate your willingness to be flexible with what you play and I am happy to let you deliberate between a few characters - if you look at my aliases I did the same when thinking about applying to another game. But, for the sake of the application please pick the one character that you are most excited to play. Right now I have Daks down as the character I am considering. As long as his profile & info is complete by Friday morning when I wake up then I will be happy to consider your application as completed. I will announce the final party line-up sometime during the day on Friday. That's great! He will be ready with bells on. I appreciate this opportunity. Thanks for putting this whole thing together!
I'll also create a few other aliases so that way you can pick what's best for the group.
I'll finish it all tonight! Should be done by around 1 or 2 EST! (I'm on mobile and won't have my book till then. I have a friend in from out of town so we're out for drinks.) But here's a start on how I arived in Aian! (This is on mobile so it's brief) "I never thought this is what the life if an explorer would be." Dak thought as he swept the inn floor. He had arived in Aian a few weeks early half starved with no shins and down to his last bow string. He had survived off what he could hunt but, as he grew closer to the city hunting became harder. The previous bar boy was run off for stealing the good wine and as luck would have it Daks was looking for a place to stay. So here he was. The grand adventurer. Stuck in a dead end job working for 2 shins a day living in what could be a called a broom closet. This was not the adventure he had set of to have...
I am extremely interested in joining! I know I'm late to the party but I am very familiar with the Cypher System and have watched Numenera play throughs on youtube. I work night's at a hotel and I have been dying for some kind of hobby to keep me from going crazy at night! I promise long and thought out posts! I love the idea of a PbP campaign as I have never been involved in one! I've created a few characters and wrote a background for my favorite one. This way I can hopefully fill any roll you need! :) (But i'd prefer to play Daks :P) A Mystical Nano who Wields Power with Precision A Mystical Nano who Bears a Halo of Fire A Rugged Jack who Controls Beasts A Swift Jack who Murders A Strong Glaive who Wears a Sheen of Ice A Graceful Glaive who Rides the Lightning (Personal favorite. Think Arcane Archer) Background: When Daks La'furn was a young boy of about 14, he and his family were traveling from town to town. His father was a merchant and provided for his family by selling goods, and any Numenera they could easily salvage. His father did his best to take care of Dak and his two twin little girls. Their mother had died giving birth to the twins, and Daks' father was to broken hearted to ever find another. He did, however, make a decent living, and they were happy for a time. Until, one night, long after the twins had stopped whispering secrets to one another, and the weight of the day had taken its toll, came a terrible storm. By the time they had stepped out of the small cart they called home, the Espron which pulled it were whipped into a frenzy. His father told Daks to take the girls into a near by cave, which looked to be the remnants of a once mighty ship. Dak rushed his sister inside while his father worked with the Espron to lure them and their home to safety of an overhanging cliff face. But by the time Dak saw what was coming by the faint light of his fathers glow orbs, the cart, the Espron, and his father had been swept away. Pulled apart in so many different directions by non other than the fabled Iron Wind. Of course Daks had herd rumors of the Iron Wind, "but it was just an old wives tale" he thought. "A fairy tale used to keep children from wandering to far from home." But there he stood, facing the chaos of a god, with nothing but his fear and his will to steel himself. He tried to pull the door of the ancient cave shut, but it was old and there was no handle. Looking to his sisters Daks new that he had had no choice, there was no time for anything else. He wrapped his fingers around the cold synth door and pulled with all his might against the strength of the wind, nearly crushing his fingers in the process. Then it happened. The Iron Wind reached the. A pain like he had never experienced in all of his life crashed over him. Where his smashed fingers once where, there was nothing but fire. He could feel his hands being ripped apart over and over again. Through the door it spread, up his fingers and hands it spread, into his arms till he could no longer tell where the pain ended and he began. Lightning reached down like the hand of god and crashed into the ancient ship, rippling through it's once great outer shell and into Daks. He saw the flash, but could not feel it's burn. Blackness followed. He awoke some days later in the arms of his sisters. His throat was dry, and the light burned his eyes. He could hear the chatter of voices. Looking around he saw a small group of nomads who had been using the cave as shelter. When the lightning struck they where able to pull him away and shut the door. "You saved us" said an elderly man with a leg made of synth. The man was bringing him food and drink. He reached out for the cup but reeled at the sight of his own arms. They shone in the sun with a silver, shining pale blue. They moved and felt like flesh, but they looked to be some sort of metal. His mind was racing, but his thirst was stronger, and he reached for the tin cup of water. As his hand grew close sparks jumped and danced from his fingertips against the small cup. Again he pulled back, his hands now shaking from the shock of recent events. His sister took the drink and put it to her brothers lips, and he drank, and he slept. After a few days rest he was able to travel on his own accord. The nomads took Daks and his sisters the White Lake, a small town known for it's exotic turtle eggs. Daks learn the art of the bow and many other ranged weapons by a former noble of Milave named Taruk Saraktus, and to hone his new found electrical powers by a Nano named Sek Tuk. They lived here for four years where before Daks was finally willing to leave his sisters with Maw, and elderly women who had taken them in and treated them like her own children. Daks set out to better himself, and the lives of his sisters, as well as repay Maw and the town of White Lake for taking them in. Appearance: Coming in at 6.1 he is think and muscular. He looks wound as tight as his bowstring and his eyes are a vibrant pale blue. He's nearly nineteen, but he looks older then his age, and has a fair amount of stubble which looks to be the start of a rugged beard (which doesn't hurt). His most distinctive figure, his metallic forearms (which reach to just short of the elbow, are wrapped in cloth and the wheres thin leather gloves over his hands.
Personality: His emotions often control his actions and he is quick to act, but he is tactical and quick thinking. He is always ready with a quick joke and a laugh among his friends, but can be very serious in times of conflict. He is also fiercely loyal and would die for his family. As far as his friends are concerned, he tries his best to help the team and his teammates, even risking self harm. But his place is on the outskirts of the skirmish. He will do his best to stay alive for the sake of his twin sisters. Combat Style: Leaping around the battle field, Daks is quick on his feet, and always ready with a bolt. He'll shoot his enemies with his lighting charged arrows before they even know he's there, and in the blink of an eye he's gone! |