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Just came off my pain meds so I should be around and posting today (if I can get caught up) or tomorrow (if not), that is, of course, if I -can- get caught up at all. If I've missed too much, I completely understand. Either way, I'll be around more. :)
I'm so sorry I was all 'hi!' and then disappeared again. There was a death in the family and I had some of my medical stuff flare up, and I couldn't easily handle both at once. I'm seeing my doctor today, so I should know today whether or not the medical stuff will continue to be an issue or not, so I'll probably be posting tonight, or asking more about how much the pace has slowed down or sped up to make sure I can keep up in case of bad case health stuff. I might be having some surgery on the 20th regardless, so for that day and a day or two after, I might be too woozy to post. Again, sorry for the...sudden quietness and blarg.
Sent DM Barcas a message back with my current schedule and such so he can decide whether or not he wants to take me back or try to get another player. I'm good with either though, honestly. I'm just happy to see this story continue, so I'll be reading along either way. :)
It's come to my attention that with me trying to run two games, combined with some recent stress in my life, I won't be able to meet the post a day requirement for the next week or so. If that's a problem, I'll drop out so a more active player can step up. Basically, I'm afraid I overloaded myself, so I'd like to give myself a week of slow posting to see if I can't sort things out with rl and my games. If you do want to keep me on, I'm completely happy with having Rica npc'd if I'm not quick enough, but I understand if that's something you don't want to deal with. I'm really sorry guys. Things just kind of hit me out of nowhere.
Rica blinks, confused as to why everyone else seems to about this man but her. Her creature looks up at her and then to the unknown man, baring its teeth. She shushes it, making a gesture for it to step back as she takes a step forward. A glowing rune is evident on her forehead, the same that has been on the creature's head since it was called. "Journal or no, it doesn't seem like this man plans to kill anyone," she says, crossing her arms. "We have more pressing matters to attend to." Now that her summon was out, she was less eager to stop for distractions.
Posting now. I lost computer access for a day or two, and then just dropped the ball yesterday. I'm so sorry. Dx
Rica finally finishes her ritual with a muttered command, causing a sudden manifestation of dark green smoke to appear before her in the center of the unmarked circle. The smoke slowly hardens and forms into a strange, wolf like creature with thick, dark green fur and yellow eyes. The creature immediately bows it's head at the sight of Rica, pulling it's unusually large ears back. Rica smiles with pride, and turns around to meet the other's admiration only to find that...oh, they're already heading inside. Rica curses to herself and then barks out a command to the creature in Draconic. Draconic:
"Follow me, stay close, and don't make a damn sound." She then enters the building, with the creature following right behind her, its head still down.
The creature manages to get past the window easily, but Rica lightly scratches her leg against the glass, causing her to let out a sharp intake of breath, and a hissed curse.
"It would take more than some looters to breach the Acadamae's walls," Rica mutters, raising a brow at Elrith. "Strange though, that library deals more in mundane books than magic. Those books must be valuable though, the Acadamae rents out some of it's Abjeration students to guard the place." She looks to Luca and then nods. "If we're going in, then allow me a minute to summon." Barring any objections, Rica starts to mutter to herself, walking away to an area where she can begin to pace in a rough 8 foot diameter circle. DM Barcas:
Funny story, apparently my body thought it proper to sleep an entire day. Good news? The medicine apparently knocked my sickness out too. Wooh! Anyway, posting now.
I'm sorry for my absence. I've been horrifically sick with bronchitis these past few days, but I'm clearing up. I'm going to post either right after I post this, or tomorrow morning, depending on if the medicine I just took knocks me out.
Senjin manages to successfully grab her belt pouch if he actually moves to take something, which elicits a glare from her as he runs off. "You filthy-," she starts, cutting herself off as the Hellknights move forward. Her eyes widen as they ask for her name, but she quickly stands up and begins rummaging through her pockets, finally pulling out a rather dull signet ring. "I...it has?" Rica asks, her surprise sincere. She glances off in the direction that Senjin ran before answering with her name. "I'm Rica Hismar, daughter of Marus and Sadie Hismar." She takes a second to wipe off some unrecognizable spell ingredient residue from the ring before holding it out to the Hellknights.
D'oh! For some reason I thought a signet ring was included with the noble's outfit, but I just checked and apparently it's not. Would it be okay to say that Rica does have one, and lower her gold appropriately? It's okay if not. I think I can come up with a reason as to why she wouldn't have hers.
Rica curses under her breath and strolls out into the road, not even bothering to hide herself. "I know this is a trying time for the city, but don't you think you might want to lay off the drink, Sir?" she says loudly, her voice reaching an obnoxious 'I told you so' tone. She then kneels down to help Alejandro up on his feet. "And you! Get back here and help me!" she calls out to Luca, trying as hard as she can to sound like an irritated noble.
As she is an irritated noble, the act isn't particularly hard for her.
"After this, East Shore would probably be the safest place," Rica thinks, her sense of self preservation pushing against her pride. She starts to wonder how her parents are faring during all of this, but shoves that thought aside. She follows closely behind Senjin, glancing back at Luca every so often. "Lovely," she hisses through her teeth after almost slipping.
I'm ill, so my posting may be a bit sporadic today and tomorrow. I'll still try my best to keep up though.
Rica's expressions quickly cycle through anger, fear, and pride before she forces her face blank. "She scryed on me? -She- scryed on -me-?! How long ago was this? Was it during the meeting? No, it couldn't be, she wouldn't have so causally mentioned the fact that she....she -scryed- on me?!" She taps her cane against the ground as her thoughts race. It takes her a moment to decipher exactly what Darena is saying, but once she does, her attitude changes considerably. "How long ago did you scry on them? How many of them were there? This is -very- important. If we have enough time to set up an ambush, then I might not have to resort to...less controlled tactics." She turns to Luca and Alejandro, her eyes revealing her manic excitement despite her otherwise serious expression.
Alejandro's post made me grin, the way he gave everyone props in order. Love it.
Rica, for her part, stands around and waits for Senjin to enter the building. "That was the plan, wasn't it?" she thinks, having arrived late. "Go on, I wasted a spell on you!" When it becomes clear that he was only opening the door, she frowns and takes her cane out from under her arm so that she can lean on it and look disgruntled. She does this during the entire rescue, waiting silently for an opportunity to be useful. Once the patrons are rescued and the building destroyed, she sighs, shifts her weight off of her cane, and turns her head to better hear the chaos up north. "So, it's not as quiet here as we thought it would be. What's the plan now?"
So...Elrith kind of scares me now. Which is awesome.
It takes Rica a bit longer to reach the Jade Circle, and she arrives just as Alejandro and Alistair enter the building. She curses under her breath and makes her way up to the front door, stopping just behind Senjin. She takes a few steps to the right, tucks her cane under one arm, and begins to make gestures in the air with her hands. She then opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it and lowers her hands. She takes a second to think, before pulling a piece of leather from a pouch at her side. She then begins to gesture with it.
"You," she says to Senjin. "You might need this. Unseen forces of this plane, I command you to grant my ally protection. Let him not be cut with teeth, nor hit with wood, nor pierced with steel. Grant him armor." She then attempts to touch his back, forcefully if she has too.
Rica raises a brow at the girl who approaches Alejandro, but keeps her mouth shut for the moment. Despite her silence, or perhaps because of it, a small smirk tugs at her lips. "They can probably feel the lack of piety radiating from me. That or she knows of me. Probably both." She crosses her arms and turns her eyes away from the woman to survey the situation. "Impressive. Seems they -can- come together in a time of crisis. I wonder how the others are doing?" she finally says, her light tone only barely masking her unease.
"This is a bad place to be right now. We shouldn't have come this way," Rica thinks to herself, her mind going straight to thoughts of self-preservation. However, just as every muscle in her body begins to command her to run, she hears Luca's words. She looks to him with wide eyes, clutching her cane tightly. "He's right. I have to do this. I'm not a coward." She stands still for a moment, looking back and forth between the building with the trapped nobles, and the Pantheon. She makes her decision just after Alejandro breaks away from the group to head to the Pantheon. "Those rioters won't like the sight of me, so..." Rica mutters before running off after Alejandro.
Rica's smirk slowly widens into a grin in response to Alejandro's complements. Even so, she stares straight ahead, eyes not moving from the Arrow as she follows behind her. "Accepted and...dismissed once they realized my talents were a bit...more than they could handle," Rica adds, her voice dripping with even more pride. "I was a bit of a special case, to put it lightly." She then glances to Alejandro for just a second, bloodshot eyes squinting as if trying to remember where they've seen him before. "I have no doubt that we have, though I'd since forgotten. If you'd remember me or my family for anything, it would probably be the elf...ah, 'helper'," she chooses her words carefully, as if loathed to use the word 'servant'. "During most events I attended with my parents, he rarely left my side. Astin is his name. He's...actually the one who suggested I come," she mutters the last part so that hopefully only Alejandro can hear, though she probably underestimates the rest of the groups hearing ability.
When Alejandro first whispers to Rica, she raises a brow but says naught a word, still in shock at what just occurred. Once Alistair brings up the idea of their effectiveness though, a small smile appears on the frightened girl's face. "House Endrin...I recall hearing the noble house being mentioned by my mother fairly recently, but truthfully I try to stay above the petty squabbling," Rica answers Alejandro, a slight smirk on her face. "If there is any question as to my loyalty, one learned in such matters only needs to recall the gossip of Sadie Hismar's marriage to a lowly artisan, said artisan's subsequent rise to popularity, and the couple's only female child who, throughout her early life, stubbornly refused to fall in line with the games of popularity. I'm known more to those from the Academae than I am to most nobles, save my own parents." She recounts her own story with pride, despite not being asked.
I apologize for not posting yesterday or earlier today. I was ill, and while I was able to keep my other stuff updated, posting for Rica completely slipped my mind. Posting now.
Rica's eyes go wide and she curses under her breath when she sees the Hellknights enter. When Alejandro begins trying to get the attention of the guard, she stares at him as if he's gone insane. "The last thing we want to do is draw attention to ourselves. What is that idiot doing?!" When he addresses her, she stares at him for a good, long moment before realizing that she's stuck playing along, lest she bring even more attention to the group. She glances from the Hellknight, to Alejandro, and then back to the Hellknights before quickly grasping Alejandro's arm. "A turn would be nice, I think. Maybe things will get -calmer- with the new arrivals," Rica replies in her best 'imitation' of a haughty noble, taking the hint of self importance she normally has in her voice and magnifying it until she sounds positively disgusting in her nobility.
Oh, I wasn't worried or anything. She's a character that I kind of expect other characters to ignore. In fact, I welcome it. It just makes her angrier, which generates more laughs for me. And hey, maybe she'll learn something from it. :D I'm trying to show that she's has a lust for attention without derailing the game or anything. If it ever seems like she's getting too dramatic though, just tell me and I can tone it down. Senjin, I love it. >) -runs to go post-
Pointing out that it's Rica who's irritated, not me. I'd probably ignore her if I had the chance too. I'm not trying to force the attention on her, -she- is. I'm perfectly happy with you guys shooting her down in whatever way you deem appropriate and moving on. :) Just wanted to let that be known, since I've had horrible luck with players thinking I'm like my character or...something. I don't think that will be a problem with you guys, but I figured its better safe than sorry.
The apparent lack of interest in Rica's words causes her eye to twitch somewhat. 'I should summon the thing right here, right now. If they're caught off guard, well, they should have paid closer attention!' She somehow manages to avoid losing her temper though, and instead clears her throat rather loudly before speaking. "That -is- a nice plan, but once we get near the Gray District, I'll need a minute to cast before we reach South Shore. We don't know what kind of state it's going to be in, and I'd rather have some backup. I'm sure you all are pleasant, honorable folk, but I don't yet trust you to jump in front of an arrow for me." If the others decide to start the trek, Rica will follow, making sure she's neither in the back nor the front.
I just wanted to say that I am REALLY enjoying this game so far, and that I'm sorry it took me so long to get into the swing of posting. I don't have a job or school right now, so I figured I'd be at the computer all day every day, but I didn't figure in computer mishaps. My computer still isn't fixed, but I have my old one up and running, so unless -that- one breaks down, I should be good to post multiple times a day. Also wanted to say: DM Barcas? Thank you SO much for doing applications the way you did them. I'm currently recruiting for a game, and what helped me most when deciding how to do applications was thinking back over how pleasant my experience applying for this game was. To be blunt, you kind of inspired me. I am absolutely loving everyone's characters so far, and it's great to see things pick back up again!
As Luca goes to take her hand, Rica takes a few steps back and away from him, still staring at the group of rioters as they leave. As the fear subsides, it's replaced by anger. "How -dare- they even -think- of attacking me!" She grits her teeth and rubs her aching eyes with the back of her hand. "Let them try," she spits out, straightening up. "I'm willing to bet that I'm more capable than most of the nobles on the streets tonight. If they make the mistake of attacking me instead of a better mark, then that's one less innocent dead, don't you agree?" she reasons, trying to appeal to the groups good nature. She doesn't even want to -think- about how much gold it would cost to get a replacement suit made... "Besides, if need be I can summon a creature that would deter all but the bravest thugs. Of course, it might attract more attention than we want, but I can assure you my control over it far outstrips that of your average 'imper'." She smirks and crosses her arms. "It can navigate the alleys as stealthily as any of us. I'm not equipped for a fight without magic, and as -wonderful- company as you are, I'd prefer to have something I know I can trust to defend me." Those adept at reading people might notice that her focus on the word 'wonderful' was meant to be sincere rather than sarcastic, regardless of how it ended up sounding.
Just as soon as she exits the warehouse, Rica stops and stares at the scene before her. Not a second later she lets loose a bitter, barking laugh, reaches a hand down to a pouch at her side, and moves her other hand halfway down her cane for a better grip. From the pouch, she removes an even smaller bag and a tiny candle, which she then holds clutched in her hand as she takes a few steps, positioning herself towards the back of the group. "I don't take well to being attacked, I'm afraid," she says just loud enough for the group to hear. "If they come closer, I -will- hurt them," she says a good deal louder, projecting her voice outwards. "Likely with acid," she adds, her voice reaching an odd pitch as she forces it even louder. She smirks as if realizing some secret joke, which causes her expression of fear to look quite odd indeed. DM Barcas:
Rica looks over her new companions with a raised brow, not even hiding the fact that she's judging their worth. Her eyes hover over Luca, and then the elf who calls herself 'the Arrow'. When Senjin uncovers his face though, Rica's eyes immediately widen for a split second before she forces a neutral expression on her face. She hadn't expected him to lower the rag, and that he trusted them with that information...the reality of the situation begins to settle in Rica's gut. "I doubt my dwelling would be suitable for such a meeting," she says, agreeing with the Arrow. Once the elf returns from speaking to Janiven and the man, Rica gives a nod and follows quickly behind her, Janiven's words still echoing in her ears.
Rica's brows raise in spite of herself as she follows Arael's gaze to Janiven. "A shrewd judge of character? It's better than nothing, I suppose. The fortune-teller though...she will probably prove more useful, if she really can predict the future. This could work. The question remains though...am I willing? Surely I'd be a great asset to this group, but the repercussions..." She shakes her head slightly and forces a confident smile. "I can handle it. Astin wouldn't have invited me here if he didn't know that fact. To think that I could have a hand in reshaping the greatest city in all of Varisia..." She raises her voice once again. "That's all I needed to hear! This city, while great, has it's dregs. It has -wounds-. There are places here that even I hesitate to show my face in. You're right, the people of Korvosa shouldn't live in fear, under the clutches of a government that, quite frankly, cares little for it's people! Of course the nobles lack concern for the problems of those living in the poorer districts, what happens here doesn't affect them!" She then pauses and folds her arms in front of her, giving her words time to sink in. When she speaks again, her words have the unmistakable sound of distaste, which changes to pride once she refers to herself."Few nobles see the need for change. They're happy as long as they can continue their social games. Believe me, I know of noble injustice. I only barely escaped the games myself. I am Rica Hismar, -former- student of the Academae, adept summoner, and hopeful friend to this cause."
Rica watches the exchange between Arael and the female elf with wide eyes and a slight grin. It isn't until Arael turns back to the rest of the crowd that Rica gains control of her face again, forcing her expression into one of slight interest. It just keeps sounding better and better. At first, she was worried that Arael was trying to start a full-on revolt, but now... "Perhaps he really is as smart as he appears. Imagine that." She looks around as he finishes his explanation, fully expecting the crowd to shrink, now that Arael has made it clear that he expects more than simple treason from them. Regardless of whether it does or not, Rica then looks back at the charismatic half-elf and speaks, making sure her voice can be heard above the crowd. "I'm impressed! No, really, I am! You're right, a coup would do nothing but cause death. But please tell me, good sir, have you made sure that there are none within our midst who might seek to crush this cause? What if that man over there were an informant to the Outsiders? You're putting a lot of trust into strangers, the way I see it." She runs a hand through her hair and takes a deep breath, thriving on the excitement of the situation. "A lot of trust indeed. How do you know we're capable? How do you know this won't fall apart the moment the filth of this city rears it's head in retaliation? You're making this sound easy. I'm not saying that there isn't talent here, and I'm not saying I'm unwilling to lend my aid. But if I'm going to lend my hand to a cause that very well might get me killed..." "Killed? What am I saying?" "Then I expect a little bit of assurance that this won't be all for naught!"
"This isn't a meeting, this is a riot waiting to happen," is Rica's first thought as she enters the building. She was expecting a small group, not...this. She begins listening just as the supposed leader begins to mention a man named Lamm. She tightens her lips and looks up at the half-elf speaking from her place in the back as she wonders just what Astin's gotten her into. As he continues his speech though, Rica finds her lips curling up into a slight smirk as adrenaline begins to rush through her. "To think that Astin would be involved with people like this...well, it certainly gives them at least some credibility, doesn't it? I wonder...could this turn into something?" She runs a hand over her cravat and watches the man with great intensity until he finishes speaking. Then, one by one, people pledge themselves to the cause. She looks over them, attempting to take stock of who exactly is doing so, but she's so far in the back that she can't make out much of anything. "And what would you have us do, Sir?" she calls out as she makes her way through to the middle of the crowd, dodging various students and beggars, sometimes even pushing them aside with her cane. If there's a plan that doesn't just involve suicide, she wants to hear it. Feelings that most normal people associate with panic are pounding in Rica's head, causing her chest to clench, but they only serve to feed her interest.
I'm here! My trip was slightly longer than expected, but I'm typing up my post now.
Letting everyone know that I'll be out of town most of today and tomorrow. I'll be able to catch up on everything Sunday.
I thought that would be easiest on you, since I was already fairly behind. I agree about being late though, she'll probably take her sweet time finding the correct warehouse. It really depends on if she does get accosted on her way there. If this were her own meeting, then she'd be fairly late, but since Astin asked her to go, she doesn't want to reflect too poorly on him, so she'll only be slightly late, if that makes any sense.
As Astin cooked, Rica stayed fairly quiet, silently seething over the thought of her parents. She loves them dearly, but the thought of keeping in contact with them causes her very chest to tighten in anxiety. They may care for her, sure, but not as much as Rica would like them to, and that's the heart of the matter. Rica wanted -more- than they were willing to give, and that knowledge almost hurt as much as the thought that they would have preferred an easier child. Rica pulls her black fitted jacket on, leaving the first two buttons undone. The outfit she wears is her usual; black dress pants with a white dress shirt, a black ruffle just bellow her neck, black dress boots, and a black jacket with long coat tails. She runs a hand through her hair as she looks at herself in the mirror, pleased by the image she gives off. She's obviously quite well off, but is hardly dressed like your average noble Korvosan lady. She smiles and grabs her cane from where it rests against the wall, and poses for just a moment before spinning around and heading out the door. Her chain shirt and crossbow sit untouched in her closet. It's just a meeting, and it's not like she can't handle any danger with just her magical talent alone, right?
And I'm home, posting now. I'll be up for quite a while, and I should be able to keep up to date from now on.
Borrowing a friend's computer real quick to say that I should have computer access back by Monday. My computer isn't going to be fixed by then, but I've requisitioned my old computer which I'll have hooked up tomorrow. I'd have it done today, but I'm away from home for the night/next morning. I'm very sorry for my absence, and I'm hoping to jump back in as soon as possible.
So my cpu fan broke down, and I'm currently borrowing my friends computer to keep you guys updated on what's going on with me. I should have it fixed within a few days, and will definitely have it fixed before DM Barcas gets back. I am so sorry for the sudden disappearance. If I don't get it fixed soon, I'll start seeing if I can't use my mom's to post.
And I'm back as well! Everything is straightened out, though I'll only have access to the PRD, since I'm at a friend's house at the moment.
Floundered? Rica would hardly describe anything she did as floundering. She opened her mouth to object as he spoke, but then thought better of it as the idea of her parents actually worrying about her sunk in. She knew, on some level, that they worried, but given the complexity of their relationship, it was often better to pretend they didn't care at all. "Last time I visited, father was out, and all that was waiting for me was...well, you know how mother gets when father goes out," Rica grumbles, rubbing her eyes again. She really should get a wet rag for them, but it could wait until Astin was gone. "What manner of meeting?" she asks, suddenly interested. "Should I drag out the old...fineries, or will my normal attire do?" There isn't even a question of whether she'll go or not, she was as good as there the moment Astin requested her presence. At this point, she's just worried about whether or not she'll be forced to wear her old dresses or not.
I'm sorry I haven't posted yet, there's been a bit of an emergency at home, so I'll be dealing with that most of today. I should be back to posting tonight though.
"Bashful? Hardly," Rica retorts, still covering herself with the blankets. When she first began classes at the Academae, Rica remembers how various male students would stare at her with a look in their eyes. Rica later learned that that particular look was one of lust, and though it was an emotion she never quite understood, she grew to take their looks as just another sign of how different and special she was. Astin, however, never looked at her that way. What used to be completely normal behavior now unnerves her slightly. She knows better than to take his chuckle as a sign of derision, but the sound irritates her just the same. She frowns slightly and sits up, letting the covers fall away. "Astin, you could have knocked. At least then I would have-," she starts, before wincing as she finishes the sentence in her head, "Not had to deal with the embarrassment of being startled by you of all people." She pauses for a moment before thinking of something better to say. "Wouldn't have to wake up surprised. What if I'd had Acid summoned? What if he thought you were a burglar? I mean, of -course- he wouldn't, but you didn't know that...," she replies with a hint of irritation in her voice. However, she trails off her sentence as the mention of Acid brings her dream back to the forefront of her mind. She lifts her hands up to her eyes and rubs them once more before swinging her legs out of the bed. "How are things?" she asks, her expression softening. Despite her embarrassment, she is glad to see Astin again.
As far as actors goes, the closest I can think of would be an older Kaya Scodelario, though it's by no means a perfect match. As far as I know. my profile is done, aside from adding her favorite summons.
Rica lives in an apartment suite on the High Bridge in the Midland district, which costs about 8 gold a month to rent. Her parents, however, own an apartment suite in the Heights, Cliffside, only serving to heighten the estrangement Rica feels from her family. Lydia:
Lydia is a 38 year old human, specifically Varisian. She's been with Sadie's family for as long as she can remember, and was raised by a family of halfling servants. She's a kind, caring soul who often dreams of the day she might save enough coin to set off on her own. So far she's saved half of what she thinks she needs. Marus Hismar:
Marus Hismar is a slightly eccentric artisan who specializes in building and selling 'otherworldly' looking furniture to the nobles of the Heights. He's most famous for his pieces that seem to take inspiration from Hell itself; tables, chairs, and such with twisting, jagged shapes and eerie faces carved into them. He often leaves the apartment for days at a time 'looking for inspiration', though Rica's mother suspects that in reality he's seeing a lover. Sadie Hismar:
Sadie Hismar was born into a fairly respected noble house in Korvosa, and is one of those rare nobles who married out of love rather than prestige. Sadie is a kind, although vain and slightly petty woman who is rather displeased with how her daughter has turned out. She holds out hope that she'll have another child soon, one that might turn out a bit 'better'. Astin: An elf that found himself in debt to the Hismar family over 50 years ago, Astin was born in Kyonin. He made his way to Varisia in search of adventure, but soon found himself in legal trouble in Korvosa. Sadie's father, Desmond, helped put pressure on the court to find that Astin was, indeed, innocent. In truth, Astin -was- innocent, but had made a backroom deal with Desmond in order to help keep him out of prison. Because of this deal, Astin now finds himself in fealty to Desmond's family as long as Desmond is alive. Seeing as how Desmond only had one child, he's often found at Sadie's home. Desmond is an adept swordsman, and a seasoned traveler. The reason for Astin's framing might have been a ploy by Desmond to gain an elf servant, but there's no proof of this. (( Astin was actually another player character in my recently dead table top game of CotCT, where he was in actuality a vigilante known as the 'Sparrow' who sought to protect the wealthier districts from crime. He was CG. ))
I'm about done with Rica's profile! I just have to buy equipment, and such. I also had a few questions. I was wondering if I could have Rica use her cane as per a club, and if you'd want me to pay extra to have, well, a fancy can instead of a regular club (I'm totally okay with this, by the way). I picked the Rich Parents and Focused Mind traits. The first trait raises her starting gold to 900g, and I was wondering if you were okay with that? I also wanted to know if you'd prefer I put her 'favorite' summons stats in her profile. As for appearance: Rica is of medium human height at 5'5", and has a thin, almost lanky build. She appears to be in her early twenties Her hair is cut just above her shoulders, and is a deep black. It's not cut straight across, so it has a slightly messy appearance. Mix that with her pale skin, and she's obviously Chelexian. Her eyes are the most striking thing about her. They are amber, but look painfully bloodshot. Her eyebrows are thin, and her default expression is a faint smirk. Otherwise, Rica is fairly attractive, dressing in well-fitted, flattering suits and walking with a black cane. Her favorite suit is black, with lace ruffles at the neck and long coat tails. She wears a pair of fancy black boots, black gloves, and carries with her a black cane with a metal sphere at the top. When she wears it, her chain shirt is slightly loose fitting, and she prefers to wear a long black jacket over top of it. I'm in East Tennessee, EST (UTC - 5 hours) Email: linacrow at yahoo dot com |
