Hawt The Useless RPG Thread

[Domon]

You find yourself in a dimly lit alley, with a man in birdlike mask, and a hooded cloak speaking to you. He says:

"I'm glad you all have responded so quickly to the call, time is of the essence. As is tradition, each of you has been selected by the gods, What skills do each of you possess that make you worthy?"


Action: Describe your character

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

My character looks like a younger angrier gandalf the grey after a really rough weekend of boozing and whoring, and his staff has a large sharp blade on the top end perpetually stained with blood from an unidentified source.

 

[fly]

Name:
* Freon Gayjoy

Attire:
* Dashing blonde hair
* Chiseled body
* Cod piece
* Nothing more

Weapons:
* Stained steel strap-on with razors
* Impervious to disease
* Magic wand

 

[Domon]

Magical powers of any sort? or just stabby staff

 

[Domon]

Name:
* Freon Gayjoy

Attire:
* Dashing blonde hair
* Chiseled body
* Cod piece
* Nothing more

Weapons:
* Stained steel strap-on with razors
* Impervious to disease
* Magic wand

goddamnit dude.

ok.

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

Magical powers of any sort? or just stabby staff

The magic stuff works most of the time, depending on the level of sobriety.
Otherwise, cutting things up is always a solution.
Especially if the cuttees name is "gayjoy"

 

[Domon]

The magic stuff works most of the time, depending on the level of sobriety.
Otherwise, cutting things up is always a solution.
Especially if the cuttees name is "gayjoy"

excellent.

 

[Domon]

2 or 3 more party members and we'll depart

 

[fly]

I'm pretty proud of Freon Gayjoy.

 

[my little brony]

2 or 3 more party members and we'll depart

gimme a few minutes, just leaving physical therapy. I'll think of something on the way home

 

[Domon]

While waiting for the remainder of the party, Freon Gayjoy begins to shift leg to leg impatiently, and begins making the man in the birdlike mask uncomfortable.

 

[Mrs. Valve]

Eloyn Larkspur at your service. I'm an Elfin alchemist, with lockpicking skills and an penchant for finding rare potions. I carry a small dagger made of some elythriran metal and all kinds of random vials of stuff. Once in a while I am followed by a marauder that's twice my size who likes to smash things with his fist, but only when he's hungry.

 

[Strings]

Name: Sir Pork of Loin.

Attire: RUSH t-shirt, jeans, Steel-toe sneakers. (Nothing underneath).

Weapons: SOG fasthawk tomahawk.
Cat litter to throw in the eyes of my enemies.

Magic power: The ability to put foes to sleep with my boring stories about bar gigs.

 

[APRIL]

Argh, I have work to do and want to play. Maybe later...

 

[Duke]

Hiroki Garcia - master of the magic missile.

Aspiring fire mage, dressed spectacularly in a blue velvet crushed velour robe with black silk pantaloons. Emerald and gold thread emboss patterns of stars, nude mermaids, and sinking ocean vessels across the exterior of the robe. On first appearance, the mage appears as an aloof dandy. Then, a random insult is hurled, answered, quickly, by Marvin with a fireball to the face.

 

[adi]

Name: baba
attire: casual
Weapons: big dirty stinking bass
magic power: box whiperer
edit: s

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

The name is Purvis the Worstest , btw, I know it doesnt rhyme or anything but thats the name they gave in that guild thing they kicked me out of so fuck you

 

[adi]

amidoingthisright?

 

[Domon]

y

amidoingthisright?

yessir

 

[Domon]

Argh, I have work to do and want to play. Maybe later...

we will discover you at the local brothel.