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Concerning the halfling race in Dunshire Alright, so as many of you may be aware, the halfling playerbase in Dunshire has waned a bit ever since I went on hiatus after PKing Madeline Applefoot. Compared to the massive spike of activity and great roleplay we had back then, Dunshire has fallen quite a bit. However, we still have a lot of active and semi-active players in the Discord and village, and thus I believe we can easily bounce back from this state of relative inactivity. What I want from you all is feedback on how we can improve things in Dunshire and how we can keep the place more active and less prone to massive spikes and drops in activity as halflings join Dunshire and as important halflings go on hiatus. Here's my current plan: -Bring back the Dunshire Drinking Nights, or similar weekly events that are broadcasted to all on the forums. -Try to establish some more storylines in Dunshire (silly little villains, small adventures, etc. Like what me and @_SuitAndTie_ plan to be doing) -Wait for the halflings currently on break/busy with work(I know there's at least a few) to come back, thus making the activity situation in Dunshire much better. -Keep on promoting good halfling morals in the current halflings, and remove any random locks that are in Dunshire (Which shouldn't exist in the first place outside of the Storage Burrow) -I've heard many Elder halflings suggest that we require residents to do fun little tasks in order to gain and retain control over a burrow, perhaps we could implement something like that -Maybe hold a festival or two, with lots of booze and food of course. I am open to any other ideas, and while I'm no longer an Elder in Dunshire and thus don't really have a say in how it's run anymore, I feel like the community trusts me enough where they'd generally go along with anything I plan to do, or any suggestions that other members of the halfling community may have. See you all in Dunshire! -
Bom Tombadil Physical Description: He is too tall for a halfling, yet to small for a man, and thick and sturdy are his hands. His coat is blue, his boots are yellow, his hat is brown with a big bright feather. He wears a belt buckle of golden brass, and has a beard long and thick as grass. Mannerisms: He hunches over with a cane like he is old, yet talks fast and proud like he is young. He often breaks out into a sing-song sort of speach in the middle of a conversation, which others find quite annoying and childish, and he is rarely on time for anything at all, always preferring to be at least a few hours late. He has few acquaintances, and even fewer friends, and it is rare to see him emerge from his little hide-y hole in Old Dunshire Forest. He keeps to himself most of the time, reading any books he can get his hands on, and spends most of his time outside his home watering and caring for local plants and fungi. Other than that, there is little of interest about this character. Equipment: Bom Tombadil rarely carries anything threatening. The only weapons he ever carries are basic gardening tools that he uses to defend himself if threatened. As for other items, Bom usually has a few random oddities in his pockets, be it grass, hay, dandelions, the book he had been reading, and other random objects of Bom Tombadil's daily life or the Forest. Strenghts: Bom Tombadil is known to be somewhat wise. While he is no Wise-Old-Man-Sitting-On-Top-Of-Mountain-For-Adventurers-To-Contact-For-Help sort of person, locals have been known to seek him out for help on personal problems. Also, Bom Tombadil is at least somewhat bright, and appears to have had at least a little bit of education (which is odd, since it seems like he's lived in the woods all his life). Finally, Bom Tombadil has all the Dexterity that is expected of shorter folks like halflings. Weaknesses: Bom Tombadil is physically weak, weaker than most halflings even. It is said that he has lost wrestling matches against squirrels and rabbits. Also, Bom Tombadil lacks social connections. Only a few people know he exists, and he is intent to keep it that way. Due to this lack of social connections, it would be hard for Bom Tombadil to gain any sort of political influence. Finally, Bom Tombadil is rather pacifist. He doesn't believe in violence, and tries to run all the way to his home in Old Dunshire Forest whenever the slightest threat is sent at him. He only ever fights if cornered.
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https://gyazo.com/1dcb260ae093650d2913f0cdf3eb87a6 Female Halfling for sale! Upsides: Small, most likely not able to fight back Downsides: Very feisty. Skills: Would not tell us, but can spit very far. Also is seen to have some skill with slingshots. Starting Bid: 100 Buyout: 650
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Roleplaying burrow construction So, you’ve decided to build a halfling burrow, but you, unlike most other halflings, want to go the extra mile and prove that you’ve worked hard to make this burrow of yours. In this case, we’ll be making a burrow while emoting every step of its construction (And by we, I mean you). First thing first, you’ll need trees. Lot’s of trees, preferably. A tree like this one will do just fine, Let’s get chopping! Now that you’ve cut down the tree, you’ll need to size it properly by using a saw Attach the log to whatever animals, family members, or other sources of labor you may be using. In this case, we’re using pigs. Now you can haul these logs to wherever they will be stored. Now that you have the logs needed to make your burrow, start digging out the floor for your burrow, and don’t forget to pile the dirt you’re digging up close to the spot of your burrow. You’ll need that dirt later. Start dragging your logs into position so that they stand upright in the ground. Take some small log sections and create a ring around your burrow site with them, digging out dirt to make room for them wherever it’s needed. You now have the foundation for your burrow! But we still need to make walls and a roof! (And a floor, unless you like dirt floors for some reason) Take the dirt that you dug up earlier, and start burying your construction underneath it. You’ll probably need more dirt that what you just dug up to create your burrow. You’ve done it! You’ve made a burrow! And it only took you two months to make it! However, you probably want to furnish and decorate your burrow, unless you like sleeping on the cold hard floor.
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[!] A paper could be found nailed to most Noticeboards, including the Dunshire Noticeboard The Peace-Warriors of Dunshire! ~Dunshire, the home of the Peace-Warriors~ Since the War of Peace has been declared, I've noticed that we have no military to fight it! So, let us form a basic militia of peace that will keep all of Altas safe from harm! The Peace-Warrior's Pledge: "I pledge allegiance to the great people of Altas, who be so fair and varied in look and style. I pledge to protect all children, all men, all women, and others who are threatened by war, and I pledge to never become the threat of war that I have pledged to protect others against!" "I promise that I will never bear a lethal weapon against another while campaigning for Atlas-wide peace, and I promise that I will never harm others even with non-lethal weapons unless there is no other option." "And lastly, I pledge that I will always uphold the good morals of peace, prosperity, and comfort for all that I wish to bring to the rest of Atlas" The Tools of Peace: -Shovels, for they represent the humble peasant who is threatened by wars on Atlas. -Eggs and Snowballs, for they represent the projectiles of childish play instead of projectiles of war and destruction. -Cake, for it represents comfort and prosperity that does not come with war. -Pumpkins, for they grow plentiful and plump, and are not associated with war in any way. -The heart, for all good comes from it. ~An example of a Peace-Warrior, although most Peace-Warriors wouldn't use a shield, of course~ Our Mission: Unlike other groups who attack and destroy others, the Peace-Warriors will only bring goodness to the world, and thus all they do will be completely peaceful. We shall protest against war with our Tools of Peace in hand, and we shall bring about a better tomorrow! How do I join this benevolent group?: Please fill out the following format and send it to Dunshire for us wee folks to look over! RP: Name: Race(can be any): Why do you wish to join the Peace-Warriors?: Please recite The Peace Warrior's Pledge here: OOC: Discord(helpful but not needed): Username:
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This is just a brief Biography of Nodian to give a small introduction into my main Persona Basic Information Full Name: Nodian Elric Year of Birth: 1638 Place of Birth: Unknown Race: Halfling Gender: Male Appearance Height: 2'9 ft / 0.83 m Weight: 70 lbs / 32 kg Eye Color: Mix between gray/blue Hair Color: Blonde Hair Style: short curvy other: always wears a gray scarf Personality Likes: new environment, adventures, meeting new people, reading, writing Dislikes: rude language and deep water Personal goal: gettin famous with writing General Attitude: very openminded, kind and also pretty naive Brief Biography Nodian never met his parents, as baby he was left in front if the door of a small farmer family in the Kingdom of Marna, he was raised by humans and got taught like every other human child. In early years he found interest in reading and writing and so his dream of gettin a famous writer was born. In the age of 21 he decided to start his own adventure and left his home, but after some weeks he decided to settle down in an actual Halfling town to learn from the Halflings and to start his career as writer and author. Now he got his new home in Dunshire, where he got his own little burrow.
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This is going to get spicy real fast
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So, it looks like the Dunshire Drinking Night forum post was removed due to the Forum slip up, but I can re-make it in time for the event. In the mean time though, I suppose we can discuss things about Dunshire here!
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This doesn't really fit into the discussion forum, so I put it here in memes. Enjoy the music, and make sure to recommend songs to add to the playlist down in the replies!
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Larry Shortoak (Do not meta this information) Nicknames: Larry / Uncle Larry Age: 298, born in the year 1430. Gender: Male. Race: Halfling / Treelord. Status: Alive and Breathing. Height: 2'9ft. Body Type: The classic Dad Bod. Skin similar to that of bark from a tree and often creaks and cracks as he moves. Eyes: Both eyes would be green, the left slightly darker than the other. Hair: Brown and messy. Not much care seems to be taken with it. Skin: It would take on the appearance of something similar to the bark of a tree. It would be more noticeable in the arms and legs. Markings/Tattoos/Injuries: He has a small indent above his left eye, potentially caused before becoming a Tree Lord. Personality: Larry Shortoak is kind, friendly, sometimes wise and often times ‘off with the fairies’. He is bubbly and quick-witted, he is always ready to have a little bit of cheeky fun and to mess about. He loves to relax and make others laugh and be happy, he is often found smoking on an ironwood pipe filled with Halfling's grass or playing on his banjo. Larry will also try and do anything to help a friend, even caring more for them than himself. Inventory: - Larry carries a small gardening trowel at his lower back in a sheath, it would be very sharp, and often covered in dirt and mud. - Larry often has an ironwood pipe placed in his shirt pocket accompanies with multiple matches, he usually never leaves home without it. Around the mouthpiece, one might notice a few chips as if a set of teeth tried biting down on it too hard. - He also carries around a wooden banjo crafted from the wood of an ebony tree. The end of the banjo would be a thick deer hide stretched over a wooden rim. - Alongside the banjo, Larry carries a wooden staff, it would be detailed and very unique to him. It would be radiating with a strong connection to the Aspects. Life Style: Alignment: Larry is Neutral Good. A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He may work with high ranking members of society but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against an order. Neutral good can be a dangerous alignment when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable. Spouse/Love Interest: None. Family Members: Biological Father - Pinchin Shortoak (Halfling) (Deceased) Biological Mother - Bell Shortoak (Halfling)(Deceased) - Brother- Finlay Shortoak (Halfling) (Deceased) Sister - Annabelle Shortoak (Halfling) (Assumed Deceased) - Son - Drogo Shortoak (Halfling) (Deceased) Daughter - Holly Shortoak (Daughter) (Assumed Deceased) Daughter - Missy Shortoak (Daughter) (Assumed Deceased) Animal Friends: - Sky, his pet ground finch he uses to send notes to others. He is quick and agile and is sometimes found on Larry's shoulder or in his hair. - Bucky, his longest and oldest friend. His Beaver friend is an avid smoker, (Larry was a bad influence) and sometimes seen gnawing through the wooden barrels of ale in the local tavern. Bucky struggles to move around and see due to his old age. - Larry's last animal friend is Hector, his cross-eyed Southern white-faced owl. He mainly sits in a tree or on a wooden post around Pendlemere. He rarely flies due to his poor vision and if he is ever seen flying try to catch him because he will go down quickly. Religion: - The Old Halfling Gods - Aspectism / Druidism Alliance/Nation/Home: The Druids The Halflings Titles: - The Beaver Druid. - Former Elder, Mayor, and Sheriff of various Halfling villages. - Knight of Sutica, Ser Larry Shortoak. ~*~*~
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Just a place to start discussion about the (presumably) vast amount of halfling recipes. My favorite halfling recipe would probably be Applebrook Porter, the family drink of the Applebrook family. Made with lots of misc. ingredients and one extra secret ingredient that makes it the booze we all love to drink.
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I'm back with my not so great skins, yay. PAYMENT: Outfits (no head) will be 600 mina whilst full skins will settle at 800 mina. I can also be bribed with nice rp items so lol. Previous works: LIST: 1. DustyDune 2. Reserved by z3m0s 3. Calabreeni 4. Areln FORM: Username: Outfit or Fullbody: Ref: Description: Proof Of Payment: (Optional) Item of bribery: (Optional) Cute birb: @Sug digs it.
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~Finn Gillfeck~ By Collin Sullivan (IGN: sullincollivan) Appearance Finn stands around 3’2” & weighs 86 pounds. His hair is dark brown and neatly combed to each side, exposing his large purple eyes and homely face from beneath his bangs. Finn doesn't care much for clothing although a hile fishing he wears high-water jeans, held up with suspenders, to accommodate to the aquatic nature of his profession. But, when he does not have the risk of getting soaked, he wears a light blue coat adorned with silver lining and cuffed black pants, exposing his massive hairy feet. Backstory Finn Gillfeck, born to Jess and Chett Gillfeck, was an adventurous lad from the start. Always wandering through the Sutican forest near his village. Most of his time there was spent fishing and building make-shift rods from fallen foliage, but the most important addition to his skill set was the ability to fend for himself. At the age of 26 he left his home and set out to make a life for himself. After weeks of traveling from settlement to settlement, and even sailing across a vast open ocean, Finn arrived in the mountain ranges of Urguan, better known as the land of the dwarves. He had been told many stories of the dwarves being mighty warriors, making him too cautious to enter their stone halls. He instead trekked deep into the snowy range in search of a collective he had heard of known as The Edict. Edict Oath Upon arrival Finn was near frozen, his tiny appendages turned purple. Sahar, the Hersir of The Edict, took him into their grand hall to warm up, before teaching him the ways of The Edict. She explained that the oath was a lifelong commitment and their main goal is to abolish slavery and racism of any form. This part struck a chord with Finn, for he had never had a worthy cause to fight for, giving him an overwhelming feeling of confidence and motivation. After completing the entrance ceremony, Finn was given a cozy room along with all the food he could fit in his miniscule halfling belly. Once he was well rested and rejuvenated he set out into the snowy cascading mountains again, only this time, it was to serve the Edict the only way he knew how, with his fishing rod. Veteran Fisherman After almost 25 years of practice, Finn can finally consider himself a veteran fisher at the young age of 30. He is very proud of this achievement and often implies his treasure hunting capabilities by giving out precious goods to close friends all of which he has reeled in from the ocean. The rest of the treasures Finn catches, he sells in his small bait & tackle shop along with any supplies his fellow fishermen could need.
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Berilac Overhill (All images besides the screenshot and drawing were found on Google Images) (Drawing by my friend Vezzin/Wyvernborne) Race: Halfling Appearance: His stature is 2 ft. 11”, and he has curly, dark brown hair. His most common attire is that of a red vest, and a white button down shirt. His right eye is green, his left eye is blue; he has no shoes, only feet that are large and hairy. Skills: He is a good pumpkin carver, fisher, and farmer. Berilac has taken interest in carving (Not just wood, pumpkins too.) due to Shreck'Lak giving him many wooden statues of... Shreck'Lak... Berilac looked at these as if they were nothing but firewood, however he was intrigued by their designs. As he started out carving, he failed miserably due to his sheer incompetence of the art. After days and days of practice, he has finally become a decent whittler/carver! You can also see him practicing ‘shogging’, which is a halfling game. It’s when halflings wear pumpkins on their heads and attempt to hit each other off of logs while staying on their own. Due to all of this practice, he has become rather good. (Above) A Shogging arena! Inventory: Berilac carries many things with him, most hidden within the depths of his satchel. One of them is an intricately carved pipe that he smokes regularly. This pipe is carved so it looks like a forearm, and the area where you put pipe-weed is carved to look like a hand. It is meant to look like a hand carrying weed. This pipe is a family heirloom, and is passed down from generation to generation. He also carries his shog and a pumpkin helmet, which makes him prepared for any shogging competition. He has many tools as well, such as hoes, shovels, and axes. Personality: A rather strange personality… Friendly and merry in general, and is always laughing and smiling. He enjoys the company of proper halflings, and some bigguns. If a biggun is nice to him, he will become friends with them; but if they aren’t nice, he will loathe him/her. If angered by bigguns he becomes mischievous, and attempts to vex them deeply. His personality is somewhat the same to Pippin from LOTR, and at times, he is very gullible. Accent: His accent is.... Thick... It sounds likes it is a mix between Irish and Scouser (Liverpool Folk). Occupation: Like most halflings, he is a farmer, but he enjoys much more than that! Berilac tends to pass time by fishing, bartering, and making products. Some goods include Pipeweed (The old Overhill recipe!), Pumpkin seeds, and carvings.
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The First Hafling regiment called The Shovelhood, after a lot of consideration, decided that the humans of Felsen are too weak to defend their own city. Ronnor McRoccerg stands infront of his halflings, all wearing plate and ready for war. "Brothers and sisters of the Shovelhood, it is time to strike! The humans are too weak to protect their city. So we will claim it!" WARCLAIM Type of battle: Skirmish. Date And Time: 5 est, 5/3/16 Side A: [Initiators] Halflings of the Shovelhood. Side B: [Receivers] The Orenian Empire. Location and boundaries: Outside of Felsen. Terms of Victory If the attackers/defenders are all killed or driven away from the battlefield. Upon Victory For... If the attackers win, Felsen will be warclaimed. If the defenders win, Felsen wont get warclaimed for 29 days. Side A: The halflings of the Shovelhood and allies. Side B: The Orenian Empire and no allies. Rules -All server rules apply. - No golden apples. -No potions. - No any type of armor. -Only wooden sticks. ((Yo this is not a meme :( ))
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Character Chart Character’s full name: Lageron "Munin" Dalessven Reason or meaning of name: N/A Character’s nickname: Tiny. Reason for nickname: Given to him by others in the Village. Physical appearance Gender: Male Race: Halfling Age: 36 Height: 3 foot and 4 inches (1 meter and 3 cm) Body build: Slim altough this is due to lack of food at times. Shape of face: Round. Eye color: Purple Glasses or type of aid for the eyes: N/A Skin tone: Pale Distinguishing marks: Got a few scars on his back. Predominant features: His shoulders. Hair color: Auburn Type of hair: Curly Hairstyle: Messy Voice: Soothing, if not a tad cocky at times. Overall attractiveness: Up to the person. Physical disabilities: N/A Usual fashion of dress: Some smaller tailored clothings from the north. Favorite outfit: His work clothes. Jewelry or accessories: A silver chain around his neck. Personality Good personality traits: Nice, Peacefull, Charming, Courteous, Well-speaking. Bad personality traits: He lack some Hobbit traits which have more than 1 occasion made him shunned by some, Shy Alignment: Lawfull Good. Mood character is most often in: Happy, Shy Sense of humor: A tad Dirty, But usually normal. Character’s greatest joy in life: Playing his Violin Character’s greatest fear: Being shunned by everyone for his own peculiarities. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: Being outlawed. Character is most at ease when: Playing. Most ill at ease when: Cornered. Enraged when: Taunted using his family. Depressed or sad when: There's a distaste for his music. Life philosophy: "Enjoy life...?" Character’s soft spot: Dogs (Mostly Pugs believe it or not) and other halflings. Is this soft spot obvious to others?: At times. Greatest strength: His charm. Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Pacifism. Biggest regret: Helping his friend woo' a woman. Minor regret: Accidentally stealing a cookie once at home. He got busted for it and it didn't end well. Biggest accomplishment: Learning to play the Violin, Lute and flute. Minor accomplishment: Riding a horse 10 meters before plummeting off. Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: The one above. Why?: He fell off. Goals Drives and motivations: Making himself a home. Immediate goals: Get himself a home. Long term goals: Getting a family. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Through hard work and living out his life. How other characters will be affected: Some girl will be married to him. Past Hometown: A unknown Town up north. Type of childhood: Hard due to his race. Pets: Had a snow owl. Dead now. Most important childhood memory: Being given his first Violin. Why?: Because it set him out on becoming a bard. Childhood hero: The local Musician. Dream job: Bard Education: Rather poor. Religion: N/A Finances: Poor. Present Current location: (Halfling town near Wood elf town) Currently living with: N/A Pets: N/A Religion: N/A Occupation: Travelling Bard Finances: N/A Family Mother: Mila Dalesdottir Relationship with her: Rather good, however she is deceased. Father: Cailan Dalessven Relationship with him: Poor, however he is dead. Siblings: Got a sister named Emma Dalesdottir. Relationship with them: Rather well, she is still alive. Spouse: N/A Relationship with him/her: N/A Children: N/A Relationship with them: N/A Other important family members: Aunt Grace Dalesdottir. Family side. Believed to be deceased. Favorites Color: White Least favorite color: Yellow (Autumn Yellow not withstanding) Music: Violin Food: Salmon Literature: Secretly likes Smut... If there's a good romance behind it. Form of entertainment: Music Mode of transportation: To foot. Most prized possession: His Dogwood Violin Habits Hobbies: Playing the Violin Plays a musical instrument?: Violin, Flute, and Lute. How he/she would spend a rainy day: Inside with a good beer. Spending habits: Low. Bartering for the most part. Smokes: have smoked Pipe once, not sure he would do so again. Drinks: Beer and wine. Extremely skilled at: Music Extremely unskilled at: Fighting Nervous tics: Minor breaks between his sentences due to minor shyness when meeting new people. Usual body posture: Alert. Peculiarities: His accent is not that of a regular Halfling, due to voice practice and the town he came from he talks more "proper". Traits Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert despite his shyness. Daredevil or cautious?: Cautious altough have been a small amount of Daredevil acts. Logical or emotional?: Even balance. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Methodical and Neat at some points. Prefers working or relaxing?: Working. Confident or unsure of himself/herself?: Somewhat unsure of himself. Animal lover?: Yes. Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: A man seeking a home. One word the character would use to describe self: "Artist." One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: "Im not really much... I just travel and sing here and there... Not much to say.." What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: Kindness What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: His minor vanity. What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Shoulders and Hair. What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: His rather large feet. How does the character think others perceive him/her: Dependant on race. If halflings he feel alot more content and at ease but with other races he's a bit more unsure. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: His feet's size and the litterature he like. He just like it. Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: They are a nice enough bunch... I suppose... Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: At times. Person character most hates: N/A Best friend(s): N/A Love interest(s): N/A Person character goes to for advice: His sister Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: His sister Person character feels shy or awkward around: Other races. Person character openly admires: N/A Person character secretly admires: N/A Most important person in character’s life before story starts: The bard he was taught after. After story starts: Sister. (Bio to be written.)
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Andwise Peregrin Basic Information Nicknames: Andy Age: 40s Gender: Male Race: Halfling Status: Alive Description Height: 2'8 Weight: 55 lbs Body Type: Mesmomorph Eyes: Blue Hair: Strawberry Blonde Skin: White Markings/Tattoos: A few scars on his fingertips from tinkering mistakes Health: Fit Personality: Friendly Inventory: A shovel, some food, a slingshot, a Deputy badge, a pair of goggles and 0 minas Further Details: He takes pride in his rather long foot/toe hair and sometimes washes and brushes it. Life Style Alignment: Chaotic Good Deity: N/A Religion: Agnostic and Confused Alliance/Nation/Home: Petyrborough Title(s): Thane and Deputy Profession(s): Masterful Tinkerer Special Skill(s): Has mastered the Peregrin family recipes and is a very good swimmer. Flaw(s): He is very freindly to strangers until the step a toe out of line, then he will become very technical about laws and manners and likely ask them or force them to leave. Magic Current Status: None Arch-type: N/A Sub-Type: N/A Rank: N/A Weakness(es): N/A Strength(s): N/A Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: Peregrin Shovel Technique Trained Weapon: Shovels of most/all kinds http://gizmodo.com/5994728/the-8-types-of-shovels-everyone-should-know Favored Weapon: Ferrum Drain Spade Archery: Self trained with a slingshot Biography Parents: Never knew his mom, his father raised him away from society for fear of his son becoming improper. Andwise eventually ran away at the age of 17. Siblings: None that he knows of. Children: He has adopted a child name Till Peregrin Extended Family: A cousin name Bobo Peregrin (Deceased) Pet(s): Two dogs, Spot and Poncho Chica. A bird (Common House Martin) named Jenna who delivers messages. A karin brought from Athera named Chrissy. A pony named Buster. History When he was two years old his father took him to the woods of Athera in fear his child would grow up improper. Kenwise, his father, taught him survival skills, how to be proper and how to defend himself with the shovel. Andwise left in the night scouring the land for people until he found his people in Gimblewood when he was 18. He was allowed to have a home even though he was just a child and he made many friends. When he was a kid he had a crush on Mirabelle and often spent time with her at the druid groves or the Scarlet Lotus Tavern. Eventually Andwise went to learn druidry and was taught by Arch-Druid Veren Ibar'ker. Andwise spent more than four years learning all he could until he became confused on the teachings of why void magic was evil. He soon after left his dedicancy behind in Vailor. Not too long after leaving the dedicancy Andwise had mastered his craft of tinkering but also taken up a new skill of breeding. Then the halflings held an election between Andwise and Perdic to see who would be the next Elder. Andwise's cousin Bobo tried to rigg the election which was found out about and Bobo hung himself in the stables of Goodborough and Perdic was announced the Elder. Not too long after Perdic stepped down, leaving the halflings without a leaer. A while after he and his neighbors of Goodborough had a terrifying dream of skygods telling them they must leave their land and move to another place. The Jr. Deputy Andwise got a promotion to Deputy and the Elder Fumble Willowbottom promised to teach him to become an Elder. When the time came for the halflings to move Andwise was given the rank of Thane as Fumble and his family left for a family reunion. Andwise decided to go to the Grand King Skippy and ask for land. Skippy obliged and gave Andwise and his fellow halflings the Green Valley to build their new village. Artwork None at the moment
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Nicknames: Glay/Glowy Age: 48 Gender:Male Race: Halfling Status: Single? Description Height: 3ft 1" Weight: Unknown Body Type: Small? Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown Skin: White Markings/Tattoos: None Health: Fit as a fiddle Personality: Kind, caring and very brave for a halfling, but still scared of large battles. Inventory: Fancy Pipe, Halfling Blade, Shovel, torch, A record of the war of schatenburgg, chain hauberk. Further Details: Is the only known Halfling blacksmith. Life Style Alignment*: Neutral good Deity*: Aeriel Alliance/Nation/Home: Stonebrooke Job/Class: Blacksmith Title(s): Mista Profession(s): Smithing, scribing and painting. Special Skill(s): Smithing as a halfling, hooting like an owl and whistling like a bird. Flaw(s): Small. Weaponry Fighting Style: Blade Trained Weapon: Shovel & Blade Favored Weapon: Halfling sized Blade Archery: Nope. Biography Parents: Warwick and Teresa Glowleaf Siblings: None Children: None Extended Family: None Pet(s): None
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Full name: His full name is Anson Dudley. Age: He is 19 years of age. Race: He is a Halfling. Personality: Anson dreams of one day gaining a true life for himself despite his impairments. Ever since he was a little boy his father told him of the Knights and their valour and courage, and ever since, Anson has dreamed of one day joining their ranks. He is, if nothing else, realistic however. Without his sight, Anson knows that his dream is just that, a dream. Despite this he holds onto a strong sense of justice, feeling that, even though he cannot become a knight in title he should strive to live up to their teachings. He is a weak man, and Anson realizes this himself. Despite all of his failings he has taken an oath to protect all within his sight, even if he has not the skills to do so. As his father before him, Anson is an honourable man and seeks only true justice in the world. For now he does not know how he will find his way having no way of seeing the path ahead of him, but the words of his father have taught him that, despite all odds, true courage comes when one faces the oncoming darkness and does not run from the troubles ahead. Appearance: Anson stands about average height for a Halfling, with a rather small build. Thin frame and bedraggled hair reflect his current impoverished lifestyle, and his clothes are old, torn and sometimes dirty. His hair is rather light like his father's before him, though he has his mother's complexion. His most striking feature though are his milky white eyes. Blinded since birth, Anson does not bother trying to meet people's eyes, but tilts his head in their direction so that he can better hear their words. His hands are soft, having never done a real hard days work given his condition, yet he has nimble fingers from practicing his instrument. History: Anson Dudley was born in a small village, near the city of Kingston to a father who was a blacksmith, and a mother who worked at the local inn. From birth, Anson was unable to see the world around him, and yet he never once felt as if he was missing anything for the love of his parents kept him strong. Though he could not experience it himself, his father told him of the city and described the city to his son when they went on their daily walks, after the work was done of course. Anson heard of the Knights, and many stories of their valour and courage sent him to sleep as he lay in bed with his mother and father. Anson's mother showed him how sounds could be used to learn the ways of the world. She taught him that music was how a blind man could paint a picture for the soul just as an artist painted upon a canvas. Yes, Anson was without his sight, but because he never had it to begin with he never felt as if it were a great loss. He could see the world through his other senses, and he could experience just as much as everyone else. Or so he thought. Anson's father passed away when the boy reached the age of 10, and his mother took him to Kingston in hopes that the boy could find a better future there. It was in Kingston that Anson learned that, without sight, life would never be the same for him as it was for those who could see the world around them. He could not read the books he was meant to learn, he could not experience and learn as other's around him could, and so despite his efforts he found that Academics were, and forever would be, out of his reach. Once more his mind turned toward the knights, and Anson felt a calling there and a desire to one day wear the armour and rank of their noble heritage. It could never be. Of course Anson knew, for if he could not learn or see, what chance have he to join the ranks of the most honourable warriors in all of Anthos? His blindness was a curse, and this Anson knew from the bottom of his heart. As he grew older he found that none would take him on as an apprentice. He could find no work, for all saw him simply as a blind and helpless boy. Never given the chance to be more, Anson simply learned to live life by his mother's side. Learning to let music heal his tattered soul. Yet even that could not last, for come the Winter, Anson's mother was stricken by a harmful cold and died soon after. It was devastating, a terrible blow to the boy and one that left him reeling and uncertain what it was he was to do. For once he was thankful for his blindness, for he did not have to see his mother suffer in her final days. Now alone in the world, Anson found himself thinking more and more of Kingston, his home, and of the knights that lived there. This place weren't meant for the Halfling. Anson was lonely. Kingston held nothing for him now, so he left, where he hoped that he could finally find his way in life. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thank you for reading. Any feedback would be highly appreciated.
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