Fantasy Mess Hall (OOC)

[Kylesar1]

Chat and crap here. All dank memes go here

 

[Shagranoz]

I was thinking a character who has some mental magic, telepathy and the like. That good, or not the kind of support magic you were looking for?

 

[smolpaws]

I am present and ready to rumble. Or just... mop the deck. You know.

 

[Kylesar1]

I was thinking a character who has some mental magic, telepathy and the like. That good, or not the kind of support magic you were looking for?

That's perfectly fine. Just be aware of the effects of the island and that this magic will have to be re-learned

 

[Tulik]

And now we wait. How many are you hoping to get involved before we geet groovin?

 

[Kylesar1]

• BASIC INFORMATION
• PERSONAL
• PHYSICAL

• 
  Name: Galdurr (original name unknown)
  Aliases: The Silent
  Age: Over 100 (exact age unknown)
  Gender: Male
  Race: Human
  Class: Swashbuckler
• 
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  High Concept: a roughish and mysterious man bent on gathering power for his revenge.
  Character Alignment: Lawful Evil
  Relatives: N/A
  Organizations\Affiliations: The Black Serpent Crew
  Bio: Captain Galdurr the Silent was cursed by the Black Serpent Renagog in his search for life beyond life. The curse stripped Galdurr of his voice, and the ability to allow his mind to rest in exchange for the ability to live forever. Due to this fact, Galdurr has lived well beyond the lifespan of a typical human man, though the exact years of his existence is unknown. Thusly, his real name has been lost to time, and the moniker of Galdurr the Silent was bestowed upon him due to the silent swath the man cut through the hordes of sailors, monsters, sea fiends, and beasts.
  
  While on the search for an artifact that would give him the ability to cut down the deity snake god who cursed him Galdurr’s ship was cast into deep and monstrous storm conjured by Renagog. When the snake god herself showed herself in the storm a combat ensued, and while Galdurr was undying, he was not unendurable. Struck down by the woman with her fanged blades he was thrust under the crashing waves. The pain of drowning came over the next few days, unable to lose conscious he suffered, dragged beneath the waters until eventually he was thrust onto a beach. Silently coughing and spewing brine Galdurr looked about his location, confused, dazed, but most of all? Filled with the need for revenge.
• 
  Appearance: Galdurr stands at 5 foot eleven inches, and weighs 190lbs, with said weight distributed evenly across his average slender frame. The man has long white hair, pale skin, and white colored irises. A thin band tattoo of a snake biting its own tail is wrapped around both his left bicep and left wrist, symbols of the curse placed upon him. Galdurr wears a vibrant red coat with golden trim (buttons linings), white undershirt and black pants during most of endeavors, with his hair flowing freely about his shoulders. his body may heal all wounds but those endured by magical means, and he has many scars across his chest and back due to those effects.
  
  Weapons & Armor: 3 Flintlock Pistols, 1 Silver dagger,1 ornate and no longer magical cutlass
  
  Equipment Setup: Galdurr wears holsters beneath his coat that hold a single shot flintlock in each, as well as holster at his left waist holding another. These holsters are made from the deep sea leather of an unnamed sea beast hunted in the beginning of his journeys. He also has a sheath containing a brilliantly ornate cutlass, the hilt and hand guard resembling the black serpent his curse is centered upon. The blade is also intricately carved with ornate grovings of symbols in a language long forgotten. He also carries a silver dagger sheathed a small leather binding he keeps in the back of the bottom of his shirt for creatures resistant to blade and bullet.
  
  Items & Personal Belongings: Signitire red and gold captain’s coat
  
  Skills & Abilities: Crackshot, Swordplay Veteran, Extemporaneously gifted, high endurance
  
  Magic: The curse of Renagog (undeath)
  
  Weaknesses: Foolhardy and reckless due to his inability to die, and an addiction to pain that helps him feel alive

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BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Elaera Gralog
Aliases: Oar; Arms; Quiet; Skullcrusher; El
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Orc, Half-Elf
Class: The Barbarian



PERSONAL
Sexuality: Heterosexual
High Concept:
A brooding face, a menacing quiet, a clenched fist — she may seem angry and terrifying at first, but, really, she's just nervous, socially awkward, and shy.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives:
• Balgra Gralog, mother
• Aelik Gralog, father
Organizations\Affiliations: Ex-member of The Black Barnacles
Bio:
Elaera grew up with an odd family; her mother was a brutal, militant, unnerving Orc warrior, and her father was a happy-go-lucky, cocky, charming bard. Surrounded by such overpowering personalities that fussed over her constantly, Elaera developed to be subdued, quiet, and awkward, there not being enough room for her under the spotlight occupied by her parents. She picked up her mother's martial skill as well as her father's musical talent, but tends towards the former because she lacks the confidence to perform. Though her parents are embarrassing, she had a nice, sweet childhood that she enjoyed.
Elaera never intended to enter the pirate profession. In fact, she wanted to become a baker. However, whilst walking down by the docks, a ship's captain, noticing her strong physique, asked her help in loading the ship's cargo. Being a pushover, she complied. Impressed by her strength, the captain asked her to join his crew — they could use arms like hers on the oars. And, being a pushover, she complied. She never expected to enjoy being a pirate, but to her, the wide sea was so enchanting, and using her strength, either for utility or violence, was one of the few things she could do without being awkward. She didn't expect to enjoy the company of pirates, either. But after a year, her crewmates finally discovered that she wasn't a scary mute, and made her feel like one of them, pulling her a little out of her shell.
From about age 17 to 23, Elaera was with that crew. Until, one wild and stormy night, the winds of the raging tempest blew her overboard, and it seemed as though she'd finally been consigned to Davy Jones's Locker.
Then she woke up. Salt and sand filling her mouth, face-down on the hot sand with the sun beating down on her back. There was nothing around her. Nothing except crabs and coconuts.



PHYSICAL
Appearance: Reference
Elaera stands at the unmissably tall height of 6'5", something she uses to her advantage when it comes to intimidating others, but otherwise has her slouching awkwardly in the company of others. She has thick, defined muscle, adding to her daunting appearance. Her skin is an olive green colour, with various pale green scars slashed across it, the souvenirs of raids, battles, showdowns, and the occasional, clumsy knife-accident. She has the sharp, angular facial structure of her Elven father, though with a more brutal look to it, and his long and pointed ears, which she lines with golden hoops. Two tusks jut out of her plump, dark green lips, stopping just above her nostrils, and seeming to point at her obsidian eyes. Due to a bad case of RBF, she usually looks as though she's on the verge of snapping somebody's neck. Unkempt hair, black as jet, flows down past her chest, though she ties it up all the time for practicality.
Weapons & Armor:
• A war-mallet with a steal head she calls Balgra, after her mother
• Leather greaves, vambraces, and pauldrons
Items & Personal Belongings:
• A broken lute she calls Aelik, after her father
Skills & Abilities:
• Brute strength
• Intimidating appearance
• Can speak Elvish and Orcish
• Skilled with many instruments, primarily the lute
• Good singing voice, though it's rarely heard
• Good baker
Spells & Magic:
N/A
Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character)
• Socially awkward, shy, nervous
• Too much of a pushover
• Can't fight with a sword
• Clumsy


FLUFF
Hobbies:
• Baking
• Knitting
• Sewing
• Playing music and singing when alone
• Reading

• Basic Information
• Personal
• Physical
• Fluff

• 
  Name: Katalina Luciana du Fossé
  Aliases: Kissin' Katalina
  Age: 27
  Gender: Female
  Race: Human
  Class: Gunslinger
  
• 
  Sexuality: *Bisexual
  High Concept: A flirtatious bounty hunter whose desire to kill unfaithful numbskulls is almost as strong as her lust.
  Character Alignment: Neutral Evil
  Relatives: Alexander du Fossé
  Organizations\Affiliations: The Syrens
  Bio: Katalina was the daughter of a sheriff. Hence the reason she was well known in her hometown. Her beauty was another reason everyone knew her; many men desired her. Growing up, Katalina aspired to become a teacher, specifically one that teaches young children. The woman loved kids and dreamt of having a family of her own. This idea seemed more likely when she met a man in the forest—Jafaar. He was an ex-soldier, who lived on the outskirts of the town, explaining why Katalina had never met him before. Ever since leaving the army, the man had taken up hunting, selling the animal coats and bushmeat to earn a living. After their first encounter, Katalina would find any excuse to escape her duties and spend time with the man of her dreams. He wooed her with his eloquent tongue and romantic gestures, it wasn't long until they were both madly in love. But like all great things, it wasn't meant to last. When Katalina's father found out about her secret relationship, he was furious; the sheriff had been planning to wed his daughter to his friend, a wealthy nobleman. To prevent further complications, he forbid Katalaina from seeing Jafaar. But that didn't stop Katalina—she transgressed. Enraged, the sheriff and nobleman plotted against Jafaar and framed him for a crime he did not commit. His punishment was execution. Jafaar's death left Katalina mortally devastated.
  
  Katalina, still grasping on to the belief that her lover was innocent, zealously sought the truth. After months, she finally discovered the harsh reality of what had happened. She felt a burning hatred towards the man she once called "father", he was nothing more than lowly scum to her now. One evening, she entered his office, and though she spoke softly, the situation quickly had Katalina pointing a gun to her father's head. Without, hesitation, she wished the man farewell and fired a bullet into his head, and then left him with nothing but bright red lipstick stamped on his skin. Needless to say, the nobleman who also conspired against Jafaar suffered the same hapless fate. Katalina left her hometown that very night and chose to live life as a bounty hunter. She'd become a wanton, seducing the foolish, only to punish their infidelity with death. Each of her victims is marked by the bright red lipstick that was once painted her lips. News of her work spread fast and she became notoriously known as "Kissin' Katalina". For the next few years, she continued claiming the heads of the wanted under this new persona.
  
  On one of her hunts, Katalina found that she'd been captured by an unknown assailant. Her captor took her to a pirate ship at an old, abandoned dock. It was here that met, Azura, the siren captain of the Syrens; The Syrens were a crew of solely female members, each of them tantalizingly attractive. Azura revealed that Katalina's talents hadn't gone unnoticed and that she was willing to offer her place as part of her crew, explaining what they had to offer. At this point, Katalina was alone, she had no one, so the thought of obtaining a few companions appealed to her. Thus, she agreed to join the Syrens. The bounty hunter didn't regret her decision, she enjoyed looting, killing and leaving enemies shipwrecked it entailed. But the best part, she could still relish the fearful look in the eyes of her victims after they realize they'd been deceived by her beauty, leaving her trademark kiss on their corpse. It was also during her time with the Syrens that Katalina acquired an affinity for Love Magic. She sought the aid of the crew's second in command, Carmilla, a succubus, who helped her perform a ritual that granted her magical abilities.
  
  A few years later, at age 27, Katalina was sent on a duo mission with the crew's champion duelist, their assassin, Kali Everdawn, a dark elf. Everyone greatly respected Kali, she was one of the most skilled fighters out there. In fact, back when Katalina ran solo, despite how many law enforcers or headhunters chased after her, none could complete the task, yet Kali effortlessly captured her. Kali and Katalina's mission was to retrieve some treasure belonging to a greedy king. The king sealed the treasure deep in the catacombs of his castle. Though it took a few days, Katalina and Kali successfully stole the king's treasure and were on their way to rendezvous with the rest of the crew, on a small island to the south. But the gods must've been displeased. There was a violent storm which shattered the frail boat Kali and Katalina were sailing in, both of them were tossed into the raging waves and Katalina was quick to pass out. The next thing she knew, she was stranded on an island, with no sign of her shipmate.
  
  
  *Katalina has a greater attraction for men over women. However, she isn't against getting down and dirty with another chick, especially when she's abnormally horny.
  
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  Appearance:
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  Weapons & Armor: Dual flintlock pistols, lightweight leather armour. (See appearance).
  Items & Personal Belongings:
  Spoiler: A ruby ring given to her by Jafaar

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  Skills & Abilities: Seduction, Cooking, Dancing, Deceit, Good aim.
  Spells & Magic: Love Magic
  [Charm]
  Sex pheromones exude off Katalina's body, which mystically allures those nearby. The longer she is in someone's presence, the more exposed they are to her 'sweet-scent', the more enticing she becomes. A side effect of this ability is that also makes Katalina lustful, and she demands to be satisfied. This ability occurs passively and she has no control over it.
  
  [Devil's Touch]
  
  [Lover's Embrace]
  
  [Bewitch]
  Weaknesses: Fears falling in love again, physically weak, only has practised with a flintlock, sometimes her lust doesn't let her think straight
  
• 
  Hobbies: Sex, sex, cooking, sex, dancing... and more sex.
  Quote\s:
  "Try and resist me, I dare you."
  "You know you want me."
  "Once again... a woman is left unsatisfied."
  "One touch, with desire... that's all I need."
  "It's better in the dark."
  "Your blood would make good lipstick."
  "It's true, a serpent heart did hide beneath a flowering face."
  Theme:
  
  
  
  Other:
  
  Spoiler: Jafaar

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  Azura (Captain)
  
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  Carmilla (Second in commnad)
  
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  Kali (Champion/Assassin/Azura's bodyguard)

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Name: Saen Melacar

Alias: None

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Race: Lamia- a cold blooded, snake-human hybrid with a deadly venomous bite

Class: Witch

Sexuality: Straight

High Concept: Sorceress starting her career on the high seas

Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Relatives: Adamos Melacar, father

Carana Melacar, mother

Organizations: None, but willing to join with anyone for the right price.

Bio: Saen grew up in the coastal city of Dushan Bay, the smell of salt in her nose. Her parents were fishermen, and she learned her way around the ropes and rigging at an early age. But the humble life of a lowly merchant sailor never was for her. One of the most important and prestigious jobs on any vessel is the ship's mage, responsible for upkeep of magical artifacts and casting any spells that may be needed. Saen learned she had a talent for mental magic, and graduated from a small local magic school. Now, diploma in hand, she's ready to set sail. But with whom? A local navy? A pirate crew? It's all yet to be determined...

Weapons: A nonmagical but decent quality cutlass

Items and Belongings: None

Skills and Abilities: Good at bartering, working knowledge of artificing theory

Spells & Magic: Touch Telepathy- Saen can read the minds and memories of anyone she makes skin to skin contact with, making her essential for espionage and interrogations

Flaws: Inexperienced, becomes sluggish in cold weather.

Other: Saen's venomous bite causes paralysis, similar to a coral snake's. Her venom isn't potent drop for drop compared to a typical snake's, but because she can deliver a truly massive amount, full paralysis can set in in a little over a minute for an average human, and death results in five.

I'll get my character up and we'll start. The plan is to start at some point today

 

[Tulik]

I'll get my character up and we'll start. The plan is to start at some point today

Whoop! Have you made sure everyone is still on board, no pun intended? You didn’t really give anyone a timeline on when we would start, to the best of my knowledge.

 

[Kylesar1]

Whoop! Have you made sure everyone is still on board, no pun intended? You didn’t really give anyone a timeline on when we would start, to the best of my knowledge.

Uncle Sam gots me doing stuff, so it'll be this evening, but you got a point



Tulik Shagranoz Zariel Lefic
Sound off if you're alive and willing to come aboard your Pirate God's ship

 

[Shagranoz]

Aye aye, Cap'n!

 

[Tulik]

You already know I’m good to go.

 

[Tulik]

I didn’t get a notification for the first post. Weird.

 

[Kylesar1]

Shagranoz Zariel Lefic
1st post is up, so have at it

If Tulik didn't get a notification for the RP starting, you may not have gotten the notification either

 

[Short Round]

smh all the stir fry's gonna be gone if you guys don't show up

 

[Zariel]

You guys can go on ahead without me, unfortunately I won't be taking part. But yes, like Tulik I didn't get a notif, which is odd.

 

[Kylesar1]

You guys can go on ahead without me, unfortunately I won't be taking part. But yes, like Tulik I didn't get a notif, which is odd.

Are you dropping?

 

[Lefic]

Was a bit busy yesterday but I finally got a post up! Can't wait to rp with you all!

 

[Shagranoz]

I am sorry, but I am not going to be able to keep up with this posting speed. My apologies.

 

[Short Round]

I am sorry, but I am not going to be able to keep up with this posting speed. My apologies.

Oof. Does that mean you're dropping out?

 

[Shagranoz]

Looks that way.

 

[Tulik]

When I used to roleplay in the past there was an order of doing things that I used to employ. A sort of numbering system so everyone could respond (1,2,3,1,2,3) but since we don’t know everyone’s schedules and time zones, how would be the best way to handle it so everyone gets a fair shake to interact and react? I’m more than happy to slow the pace down if that’s what it takes to keep everyone happy.

Lefic Shagranoz Short Round

 

[Shagranoz]

I can probably post once most days, but no more than that.

 

[Tulik]

We could stint the replies to make things more accessible, or perhaps we could break things into scenarios that are easy to jump in and out of? It’s a shame you can’t post more, but I understand that. Not everyone has the same amount of free time.

 

[Lefic]

Shagranoz
That's alright! Usually I also only post once or twice a day, but because I'm really available right now due to the quarantine, I'm posting more often. Feel free to go at your own pace!

 

[Shagranoz]

Yeah, well, I work for the Dark Lord Waldemart, The Store That Must Not Be Named. Quarantine free time? What's that?

 

[Tulik]

you be essential bud. Sorry to tell you. It’s terminal.