NorthOfOrdinary

Thank you!

Madde looks up from her menu at the man as he approaches. "Thank you. My group hasn't arrived yet either though." She flips over her menu, feeling bad that his friends didn't show up for him. "You can join us when they get hear if you'd prefer. My name is Madde." The young woman extends the man a small hand to shake. That was another thing that always surprised her about the United States - people were so forwardly friendly. She had always thought the rest of the world should give it a try too. "Do you go to the University of Richmond too?" Madde asks, smiling at the question. "We should work out together some time."

Madde had attempted to speak with London in my last post, just wanted to check if that was missed or if he’s deliberately ignoring her before I write my next one. :)

Let’s say the family lives at 63 Maryneta Avenue, and their boat is docked at Walden’s Marina.

I’m thinking a family of four - mom, dad, and a son and daughter that are quite a bit younger than Madde. Perhaps middle school or high school age. The dad works an upper blue collar job, maybe a foreman for a construction company. The mother is a school teacher. Simple little sailing boat, comfortable for a half dozen folks to take a day trip off shore but not something you’d want to live on for an extended period of time. It’d be tied up at a leased/rented slip in one of the marinas. I honestly know nothing about sailboats so hopefully that’s an ok description. Being purposefully vague so you have room to make any changes or imagine them however necessary to incorporate them into the story. :)

Isabelle Krähen “What is a Coupé, but a Revolution that hasn’t yet obtained popular support?” Name: Isabelle Krähen Race: Dhampir Gender: Female Age: 27 Class: Bard (Demagogue Archetype) Traits: Addicted Friend, Ambitious, Bastard, Final Embrace, Power-Hungry Sheet: Concept and Plot Hook: Isabelle is a minor noble woman that resides on the East Shore. Her family, Krähen, gained its wealth and notoriety long ago for its service in the Cousin’s War. Her mother was a high society socialite up until the day she overdosed on shiver in a back alley. Her father, rumored to be a vampire, was never in the picture. Isabelle was raised by the strict guidance of her maternal grandparents. When they too passed, Isabelle inherited everything from the family’s raven crest to the riverside estate to a sizable treasury and a retinue of servants. She has always enjoyed the finer things in life but they’ve only ever been a distraction for her true desires. The affluent heiress craves the one thing she doesn’t yet have and perhaps the only thing that would allow her to end the crime ripping apart Korvosa’s streets once and for all - power. The timely delivery of a certain letter from a certain person however, at least offers her the chance to collect justice from one undeserving soul in particular. “My father was a whore. My mother was a shiver fiend. It’s a good thing grandfather had more sense then the both of them or I'd be unable to rid this city of that vault rat Gaedran Lamm.” Description: Isabelle is one of those figures that towers over everyone else in the room. A tall statuette of flawless beauty, she’s never had to search for suitors despite possessing an almost ominous aura. She inherited her father’s ghost-like pale skin and through a combination of his foreboding crimson stare and her mother’s sparkling blue irises, she gained a set of eyes in a shade of violet that is as enchanting as midnight orchids. Isabelle’s hair is long, straight, like a pillar of obsidian turned to fine thread. Her slim but shapely figure is intoxicating to behold. At six foot four inches in height and a hundred and seventy pounds, she commands respect in any conversation. Her stare is decisive. Her face is imperial. Her visage like a condescending remark over a bottle of fine red wine. You may get drunk on her words but do be weary, for this heiress has only hidden her fangs. “Do not fear me love. I’m just your future queen.” Personality: Isabelle is an enthralling orator with the uncanny ability to seize a room full of people and convince them all to drop what they are doing and focus their full attention on her voice. People generally either loathe her or admire and adore her. She leaves little room for the in-between and wouldn't have it any other way. Bad press is still publicity after all. Starved of affection for much of her early childhood, she craves idolatry even if she hates to admit it. Isabelle is often the first and most eloquent perspective in any discussion. Even on the fly her words are carefully selected and her arguments roll off her tongue as if rehearsed. They are in a way. Somewhat of a socialite in her own right, Isabelle often finds herself sitting down with other wannabe-infouential minor nobles to discuss philosophy, history, and political theater. If it were up to her - Isabelle would be crowned the ruler of Korvosa yesterday. She has little respect for the current king and his mistress, something she has never done well to hide, though it’s not like they've ever met given the difference in their station. An elegant provocateur and misguided philanthropist if there ever was one, Isabelle's biggest motivation beyond her image is doing what she believes is the right thing for the people of Korvosa whether or not they agree with the means. The people need security and safety in their homes. A revolutionary autocrat in the making, Isabelle would light that fuse if only she could guarantee enough people would follow her to make it worthwhile. As calculating and manipulative as one might describe the Dhampir lady, cold is hardly a fitting addition to this list of descriptors. She isn’t evil. The chip on her shoulder rarely extends to the little guy. Those in Isabelle’s close circle know her as loyal friend that, while perhaps a little bit eccentric and a lot of bit ambitious, cares deeply for those around her. She may kick you in the shin to advance her own plots, but she’ll also be the first to pick you back up and place you on a better pedestal when she gets what she wants. Isabelle never forgets a debt owed.

That was unintentional but is also kind of hilarious in reading back, I'll leave it the same and the staff can give Madde a snarky reply. She earned it.

I think I’m ready for a preliminary review, I linked a sheet but that’s still very much WIP. :) You said sell you on taking the flying trait swap so I thought the best way would be to start creating a character and go from there. Also, it gives us at least one character who can fall off an airship and not die if the airship character is chosen. Haha Open to feedback and questions of course!

That still shows up blank for me after my character’s name.

I don't see any writing after any of the names? That's ok though, I kind of figured we'd all be strangers until we meet in the pizza place. :)

Maddie entered Delta Pie from outside. The sight of such a long line was slightly discouraging to the young woman. She had been waiting outside for almost ten minutes already, before deciding it was best to just go ahead and reserve a table for her and her old host family whom she was here to visit. Americans. Maddie had to ponder the irony. Her old host family had always been five minutes late to everything, as long as she had known them, and here she was still insisting on being punctual. The petite college student quietly joined the queue waiting to be seated and pulled out her phone. She took a quick selfie and sent it to a friend through snapchat. A few minutes of scrolling through Instagram and Facebook and it was finally her turn. "Hallo," Maddie greeted the hostess. "Table for five, please." Her english was good when she kept it simple. This was something she had prided herself on for years, even if the German accent and the deliberate spacing of her words betrayed that it wasn't her native tongue. She followed a waiter to the newly opened table and took a seat. She looked at the man at the next table over munching on trail mix and the faintest hint of a smile appeared on her normally stoic face. "Hungry?" Maddie laughed, sparking a friendly conversation with the stranger. "Normally people come here to eat pizza and not bring their own snack, yes?" It was strange behavior to her, but it was also kind of cool in a fun and dorky way. As she straightened out her black tennis dress, Maddie hoped that the man wouldn't mistake her attempt at dry humor as rude.

Are racial abilities with flight allowed? Specifically, swapping out Aasimar's Daylight spell-like ability for the ability to have a flight speed of 20 with poor maneuverability.

Aldi Stormreveler “I seem to have misplaced something - he’s about six feet tall, snores in his sleep, and thinks Kobolds are a government conspiracy.” Name: Aldi Stormreveler Race: Aasimar Gender: Female Age: 28 Class: Fighter (Viking Archetype) 8 Sheet: Concept and Plot Hook: Aldi is a winged mercenary who fled her previous life as a sea reaver long ago in favor of a more carefree lifestyle of exploring and carousing across the continent in search of excitement, gold, and glory. A brush with death led her and her fiance, Ser Gale Greatheart, to give up the adventuring life. However, money quickly grew tight on the salary of regular folk. Gale took an extra job, unbeknownst to Aldi, escorting a caravan through Glimmer Pass in hopes of raising some extra funds for a future wedding. He didn't return and so now it's up to Aldi to either rescue or avenge him. "How about I murder him? Is that an option or is that too dark?" Description: Aldi stands abut 5'2" tall and weighs just over 100 lbs. She has long back length, braided blonde hair and a petite figure with soft, fair facial features. The most striking part of her appearance is the two large white feathered wings that sprout from her back. They allow her some flight, though an old battle wound keeps it limited. She dresses rather plainly most of the time, preferring simple clothes that are easy to alter to fit her around her extra appendages. Her favorite tailor is a halfling that lives near the port city’s docks. "Call me small one more time big guy. With these wings, I can still reach your face." Personality: Aldi has a bit of a bird brain. She tends to be absent-minded and overall just a little ditzy. This isn’t to say she isn’t intelligent - no, like a raven she is rather surprisingly smart. It’s just that Aldi’s usually bubbly and carefree mind constantly jumps around a lot, especially when there is something shiny or exciting to distract her. Instead of pondering life’s greatest questions, she’s settling the great mysteries of ‘what does this button do’ or ‘why is everyone laughing at what he said’. Which it’s funny that so many jokes go over her head, seeing as Aldi is always quick with her own twisted sense of humor. She enjoys making quips about how beautiful it is outside when the weather is atrocious, or how fun a long journey has been when everyone is bone tired. She also insists on measuring herself up to the biggest guy in any establishment. That seven foot tall giant half-orc bouncer in front of the tavern, she claims that she can take him with all five feet two inches of herself. The best part is she probably can. For somebody that was never really picked on as a kid, Aldi has managed to develop a fiery chip on her shoulder that burns quite bright in combat. Her rage is something to behold, fueling magnificent feats of speed and aggression that would make a dragon blush. All of it from a tiny girl that’s usually so happy and fun-loving you might have thought she was raised by gnomes. Needless to say though when her temper flares it is as obvious as it is quick, so if she’s laughing when she threatens to beat you up you needn’t worry. Aldi is practically harmless unless someone really riles her up. Like her fiancé… There is nobody else in the world that holds as much space in her heart as that big old goof. That’s why it cut her so deeply to hear he had gone adventuring again, and without even telling her to boot. “They so much as touch my Gale and a boot is exactly what they’re getting!”

Is it too late to submit an application?

Me too!