Post by horribleProgrammer on Jun 20, 2012 20:32:37 GMT -5
Handle: horribleProgrammer
Real Name: Harold Pascal
Species: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Text Color: Lavender-ish (9966FF)
Strife: Wrenchkind
Instrument: Accordion
Symbol: Black Lanx Symbol (Virtually identical to the Pisces symbol, but with an extra vertical line down the middle)
Associated Item: Silver
Native Title: Mage
Native Aspect: Blood
Native Moon: Prospit
Current Session: 2nd session
Current Title: Bane
Current Aspect: Mist
Current Moon: Prospit
Appearance: HP is shortish, like 5’4”, and reedy as all hell. Leanly muscled from all this exercise he’s been forced into, but still skinny. That tan of his? Almost entirely from genetics. The man hadn’t seen a ray of sunlight in weeks before he started, and is only now getting his proper vitamin D intake. He’s got close-shaven black hair, but refuses to wear a hat, leading to the occasional sunburn when he’s (reluctantly) out doing quests. He’s trying his damndest to grow a goatee, but hasn’t managed much other than stubble. The only thing remarkable about his eye color is that it somehow doesn’t match his text color, being a nondescript brown instead of lavender-ish. Being terribly farsighted from all his squinting at a computer screen, he wears a pair of square-rimmed glasses with thick lenses. He tends to chill out in a plain, medium gray t-shirt and camouflage shorts, and is rarely seen with anything other than sandals on his feet. His left arm has a few band tattoos, and, bizarrely, what looks to be the Pisces symbol. He’s started to take it as his identification symbol, much to everyone’s confusion, especially the trolls. When talking, he has a drawling accent, kind of like a guy trying to do a fake Cajun accent. He doesn’t type it out though.
Important Sessions
1st Session
Players: horribleProgrammer (Mage of Blood),
knowledgeableNobody (Muse of Rage),
organizedExaminer (Ward of Dream),
impressiveMerrymaker (Guide of Void),
aimlessWriter (Bane of Hope),
reasonableVagabond (Bard of Time),
playfulServant (Rogue of Doom),
lazyHistorian (Dame of Sand),
diehardTaxidermist (Sage of Rhyme),
tentacleExtrovert (Maid of Space)
Land: Steam and Henge
Consorts: Caecilians
Familiars: Cuckoos
Denizen: Alastor
A session from a bizarre alternate universe where numerous sapient species arose on Earth. Each player was from a different race. Yeah, we don't know how the ectobiology worked either.
Amazingly for a first session, things went relatively smoothly, but only because HP found the FAQ while he was trawling the internet instead of questing. The emphasis here is on the "relatively" part of that. Player spats were almost constantly flaring up, IM glitched many things (including, spectacularly, Derse) out of existence thanks to his Void aspect, and, though she denies it, OE may have screwed with the game's random number generator code for fun and profit. The one major success is that nobody died. Well, nobody's real-self anyway. LH's dreamself went berserk late in the game, taking out the dreamselves that remained on Prospit. Obviously, nobody God Tiered.
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I'm probably just going to stick with Harold for now while I learn the ropes. Far less confusing for everyone that way.
Real Name: Harold Pascal
Species: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Text Color: Lavender-ish (9966FF)
Strife: Wrenchkind
Instrument: Accordion
Symbol: Black Lanx Symbol (Virtually identical to the Pisces symbol, but with an extra vertical line down the middle)
Associated Item: Silver
Native Title: Mage
Native Aspect: Blood
Native Moon: Prospit
Current Session: 2nd session
Current Title: Bane
Current Aspect: Mist
Current Moon: Prospit
Appearance: HP is shortish, like 5’4”, and reedy as all hell. Leanly muscled from all this exercise he’s been forced into, but still skinny. That tan of his? Almost entirely from genetics. The man hadn’t seen a ray of sunlight in weeks before he started, and is only now getting his proper vitamin D intake. He’s got close-shaven black hair, but refuses to wear a hat, leading to the occasional sunburn when he’s (reluctantly) out doing quests. He’s trying his damndest to grow a goatee, but hasn’t managed much other than stubble. The only thing remarkable about his eye color is that it somehow doesn’t match his text color, being a nondescript brown instead of lavender-ish. Being terribly farsighted from all his squinting at a computer screen, he wears a pair of square-rimmed glasses with thick lenses. He tends to chill out in a plain, medium gray t-shirt and camouflage shorts, and is rarely seen with anything other than sandals on his feet. His left arm has a few band tattoos, and, bizarrely, what looks to be the Pisces symbol. He’s started to take it as his identification symbol, much to everyone’s confusion, especially the trolls. When talking, he has a drawling accent, kind of like a guy trying to do a fake Cajun accent. He doesn’t type it out though.
Important Sessions
1st Session
Players: horribleProgrammer (Mage of Blood),
knowledgeableNobody (Muse of Rage),
organizedExaminer (Ward of Dream),
impressiveMerrymaker (Guide of Void),
aimlessWriter (Bane of Hope),
reasonableVagabond (Bard of Time),
playfulServant (Rogue of Doom),
lazyHistorian (Dame of Sand),
diehardTaxidermist (Sage of Rhyme),
tentacleExtrovert (Maid of Space)
Land: Steam and Henge
Consorts: Caecilians
Familiars: Cuckoos
Denizen: Alastor
A session from a bizarre alternate universe where numerous sapient species arose on Earth. Each player was from a different race. Yeah, we don't know how the ectobiology worked either.
Amazingly for a first session, things went relatively smoothly, but only because HP found the FAQ while he was trawling the internet instead of questing. The emphasis here is on the "relatively" part of that. Player spats were almost constantly flaring up, IM glitched many things (including, spectacularly, Derse) out of existence thanks to his Void aspect, and, though she denies it, OE may have screwed with the game's random number generator code for fun and profit. The one major success is that nobody died. Well, nobody's real-self anyway. LH's dreamself went berserk late in the game, taking out the dreamselves that remained on Prospit. Obviously, nobody God Tiered.
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I'm probably just going to stick with Harold for now while I learn the ropes. Far less confusing for everyone that way.