Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
*If he threw him into the wall.... They are very, very dead*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
*If he threw him into the wall.... They are very, very dead*
*...oh, I thought it was like a giant portal. My mistake!*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
*If he threw him into the wall.... They are very, very dead*
*...oh, I thought it was like a giant portal. My mistake!*
*Its fine!! The end is normally certain death, but portals appear in it from time to time*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
"Is... uh... Q'ilbrith okay?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
"Is... uh... Q'ilbrith okay?"
"Nope, he dissipated, that means he's dead. I'll have to summon him again but dear lord he'll never let me live this one down."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
"Is... uh... Q'ilbrith okay?"
"Nope, he dissipated, that means he's dead. I'll have to summon him again but dear lord he'll never let me live this one down."
"Oh, I'm glad I didn't just jump in now."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
"Is... uh... Q'ilbrith okay?"
"Nope, he dissipated, that means he's dead. I'll have to summon him again but dear lord he'll never let me live this one down."
"Oh, I'm glad I didn't just jump in now."
"Yeah, maybe this wasn't the best idea."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
"Is... uh... Q'ilbrith okay?"
"Nope, he dissipated, that means he's dead. I'll have to summon him again but dear lord he'll never let me live this one down."
"Oh, I'm glad I didn't just jump in now."
"Yeah, maybe this wasn't the best idea."
"So, can you tell me your name now?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
"You mind if I come with? I'd love to be able to boast that I walked into a void!"
"Not at all, that way there's a slightly increased chance of one of us surviving the encounter and transcribing the experience."
"Awesome! When will we go?"
"I didn't actually have a set time, we can go whenever you like."
She looked very excited. "Let's go right now!"
Krathian shrugs, "Sure, lets." He picks up his cane as Q'ilbrith climbs up on his shoulder.
"Who's the little tentacle creature? Also, what's your name again?"
This little tentacle creature is Q'ilbrith, my companion "Hi" Krathian hooks his hat with his cane and flips it onto his head "And I'll tell you my name if we both survive." He winks and dimension doors out to the firmament.
She watched as he disappeared. "I knew I should have learned at least one teleportation spell." She sighed as she went outside to it on foot.
He's sitting waiting for her on a rock looking out at the firmament, the wind nearly blowing his hat off.
"Alright! Let's do this!" She seemed very hyped as she looked at the void.
"Yes, but first," He holds Q'ilbrith like Hamlet held Yorik's skull. Q'ilbrith trills inquiringly for a moment before Krathian yeets him into the void, with the words, "That's for stealing my scotch!" He stood back arms akimbo and said, ok now we go.
Wolfe chuckled as she got on all fours and pounced into the void.
*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
"Is... uh... Q'ilbrith okay?"
"Nope, he dissipated, that means he's dead. I'll have to summon him again but dear lord he'll never let me live this one down."
"Oh, I'm glad I didn't just jump in now."
"Yeah, maybe this wasn't the best idea."
"So, can you tell me your name now?"
"I guess we're both alive, so yes." He bows low, sweeping the ground with his hat, "Krathian Morgana Hedara, Scourge of the White Forest, Knight of the Night Eye, The Eye in the Hand that Walks, and servant of Orvar, at your service."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Appearance: Maxwell has a style. he is 6'4 and very muscular. He has Pale fair skin with dark scars over his arms and chest. He has Pale green hair with darker ends towards the roots. His eyes are Brown with flecks of red. He wears a Black tanktop, a green jacket, Black jeans, Brown boots and a pair of grey fingerless gloves. he has a mole on the left side of his cheek as well as a scar over the bridge of his nose. His left ear is torn up while his right has a silver stud earring in it.
Personality: He is kind and likes to be around people. He likes to read and tend to his plants and can be found outside a lot. He often keeps up his training in a secluded location so if he has a mental break from the war, he doesn't hurt anyone. He Talks to tree's and animals often for no reason, he says they listen to him.
He sometimes has a mental break from the PTSD he harbors in his body. when that happens he forgets where he is and tries to kill the people around him. After a break he is usually in a dark mood and will hide from people.
Biography: (Will Make!!)
Relationships:
Positive: [Markus: Friend]
Neutral:
Negative: [Zero: enemy]
a 6'4 man walks in. he wears a black tank-top, a green jacket tied around his waist, and in a pair of Black jeans. He has pale green hair and Brown eyes that seem a little nervous but more calm. he is muscular in his arms and chest, but his arms are covered in scars.
Tara finishes with her weapons and waves from her table, clearing a space for him.
*description of Tara*
He looks at her for a minute before walking over. He's giant but he seems to be more Nervous of his own power. He sits down without a word and smiles slightly.
*Attractive female human, about 5'4". She has blonde hair that's swept over to one side, revealing her solitary left earring. She's wearing a loose white shirt and a long flowered skirt. She wears a bandana on her head pirate-style.*
"Welcome to the Tavern at the End of the World friend, I'm Tara."
He nods a bit "Im Maxwell" He said and produced a gloved hand for a handshake.
She shakes the gloved hand. "Nice to meet you Maxwell, what brings you to the Tavern?" She painstakingly polishes a silver dagger, staring down the length of the blade to make sure it's straight.
"To get away from mass swarms of people but it seems like i found another one" he said and looked around
"Yeah, this tavern just received an extraplanar migration from Lesta. I'm here hiding out from the Harpers that were active on that plane."
"Bad people?" he asked in question. One of his eyebrow raised.
"Yes I am. Or at least, according to them" she cracked her neck and began polishing her shortsword "I used to work for a mercenary company as an extraction specialist. We worked for the wrong client and I got captured by the Harpers. I was working out my punishment as their spy in the old tavern, but I ditched that when I left Lesta.'
"I used to be faceless solider in a war.... Though that's not as bad as your situation" he said with a small chuckle
"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"Eh, the odds of death are much higher in a war. You were weaponized, I was prized for my skill. My situation sounds a lot better if you ask me." She brandishes the shortsword experimentally, then pulls out a sanding cloth, "What war did you fight in?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*If he threw him into the wall.... They are very, very dead*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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*... Thats certain death. Are you sure youd want to do that?*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*...oh, I thought it was like a giant portal. My mistake!*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Its fine!! The end is normally certain death, but portals appear in it from time to time*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*>.>*
*Ok, yeah, let's not do that, I'd like to keep this character for a bit longer*
She waits for any sign from Q'ilbrith.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I was in the Five years war, I fought on the Light Side, but we didn't exactly win" he said, looking almost distant "I thought I knew which side I was fighting for but I was wrong."
So the Five year war that he will talk about was a war that happened in a campaign that me and group play through, during the groups tour of the world, a war was happening. There was the side of Light, people who believed in peace and tranquility but also believed in people staying mindless to the outside world, then their was the Dark, people who believed in people governing themselves and freedom of THEIR people but also in massive wars to take over other people. Maxwell fought on the Light side.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
No sign from Q'ilbrith. Krathian swears loudly, "Seas and skies, I am in so much trouble."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Is... uh... Q'ilbrith okay?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Wow, that sounds rough," she moves on to polishing her arrows, "I fought at the battle of Cairn-Braugh. The drow cut us off at the pass it was ... not good. That's how I got this," she holds up her left forearm, showing a long scar that ran the length of her tricep.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Nope, he dissipated, that means he's dead. I'll have to summon him again but dear lord he'll never let me live this one down."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He chuckles slightly "its ok, I'm trying to forget about it.". He looks at her scar for a minute "looks bad for back then, now jts healing." He said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, I'm glad I didn't just jump in now."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Yeah, maybe this wasn't the best idea."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"So, can you tell me your name now?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Yeah, it used to look really cool." she shrugs and takes a swig of her ale. "Aaah. The Harpers had me go undercover as this ultra-feminine bard. Consequently, they decided that the only liquor a lady should be drinking was wine. I haven't tasted ale for months."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"I guess we're both alive, so yes." He bows low, sweeping the ground with his hat, "Krathian Morgana Hedara, Scourge of the White Forest, Knight of the Night Eye, The Eye in the Hand that Walks, and servant of Orvar, at your service."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"that is quite sexist, everyone should be able to drink what they want" he said and sipped his own beer.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Indeed it was, but I'm free of them now."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He chuckles "cheers to that." He said and produced his beer bottle in a cheers
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]