Are there any rules against a character from the Central Powers? Aside from being subject to the bigotry that comes with it of course
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by Miekzhemy » Sat Jul 11, 2020 6:47 am
by Europa Undivided » Sat Jul 11, 2020 6:49 am
Miekzhemy wrote:Gonna tag for interest here.
Are there any rules against a character from the Central Powers? Aside from being subject to the bigotry that comes with it of course
by Miekzhemy » Sat Jul 11, 2020 6:54 am
Europa Undivided wrote:Miekzhemy wrote:Gonna tag for interest here.
Are there any rules against a character from the Central Powers? Aside from being subject to the bigotry that comes with it of course
I don't believe so... though if you're a Turk... well, one of my characters is an Armenian. Enough said. XD
by Dyelli Beybi » Sat Jul 11, 2020 7:12 am
Lomun wrote:Extremely WIPCharacter DescriptionName: Adrik Skryabin
Personal Effects: (Any personal belongings you have in your suitcase. No magical artefacts and if you want to include a weapon, limit it to something small and concealable such as a pistol/revolver/derringer… anything bigger and you’ll be in prison, not at the Club.)
Gender: Male
Age: 50
Nationality: British
Appearance:
Background:What is your job: Former Police Investigator (retired)
Backstory: Immigrated at 3 to Britain from Russia with parents. 24 years experience as a detective. Retired the year the war ended. Neighborhood P.I.: Found lost cats snooped for favors, eternally bored. Over the years noticed several inexplicable, unsolvable cases. Received manila envelope promising an opportunity to satiate his curiosity (presumably by the Order). "By golly, I'm no gambling man, but this is one bet I'll have to take."
... though just to point out the RP is set pretty much straight after the end of the war, so he won't have found too many cats since the guns stopped.by Dyelli Beybi » Sat Jul 11, 2020 7:17 am
by Europa Undivided » Sat Jul 11, 2020 7:26 am
by Voxija » Sat Jul 11, 2020 7:29 am
Character DescriptionName: Adam Weiss
Personal Effects: A Mauser pistol, a couple of outfits, his journal, and his lucky pfennig.
Gender: male
Age: 30
Nationality:jewishGerman, because the Second Reich isn't the Third Reich. Essentially, Adam sees himself as German first, but others see him as Jewish first. Hopefully.
Appearance:
Background:What is your job Former German soldier.
Backstory: Adam Weiss was born in 10 January 1888 in a small Hessian village to a rabbi father and a very sweet mother. He learned a taste for adventure and a sense of German patriotism. Adam had a lot of friends and also a lot of bullies. The bullies bullied Adam for being Jewish and his friends would beat up the bullies. Adam's friends would never let him touch a bully, although the boy wanted to get at 'em.
Adam Weiss enrolled in university to learn psychology, but quickly became disillusioned with the subject. He decided that traveling the world would help him learn about people better, and he dropped out of college to go traveling. Adam learned English, French, and Arabic along with his native German, Yiddish, and Hebrew. Adam went all around Europe and the Middle East.
Adam Weiss met Harriet Salt, the daughter of a British Ægyptologist. They had a whirlwind romance, which sadly ended when Adam felt a pull from his native Germany. He felt like there was going to be a war soon, and Adam had to choose between his love and his country. He chose his country.
Adam Weiss moved back into his little Hessian town until the war started. Adam volunteered quickly, thinking war was glorious. That was proven wrong very quickly. Fighting in the trenches of Belgium, Adam learned quickly that war was hell. Adam made a friend in the trenches, Johann Schmeer. Adam Weiss kept a journal, in which he struggled with his two identities, Jewish and German.
About a couple years later—time is hard to keep in the trenches. Johann makes a foolhardy mistake. Adam risks his life to keep Johann from dying, but his friend still dies. Adam wakes up in hospital from a leg injury and most of his memory of the incident gone. Adam got an Iron Cross for bravery.
Adam Weiss's leg injury eventually healed, but he could never fight again. He moved back to his town, but both of his parents were dead. His father when Adam was fighting, and his mother when Adam was adventuring. Adam decided to visit his old flame Harriet in London, going on a hunch. London won't like a former German soldier, but Adam is nothing if not brave. On his way there, Adam received a strange letter...
by Dyelli Beybi » Sat Jul 11, 2020 7:58 am
Voxija wrote:This might be a replacement character for Victoria Wasserman if she dies, but it evolved into analyzing a German-Jewish Central Powers soldier with the benefit of hindsight.Character DescriptionName: Adam Weiss
Personal Effects: A Mauser pistol, a couple of outfits, his journal, and his lucky pfennig.
Gender: male
Age: 35
Nationality:jewishGerman, because the Second Reich isn't the Third Reich. Essentially, Adam sees himself as German first, but others see him as Jewish first. Hopefully.
Appearance:
Background:What is your job Former German soldier, was an adventurer before he volunteered in the army.
Backstory: Adam Weiss was born in 10 January 1883 in a small Hessian village to a rabbi father and a very sweet mother. He learned a taste for adventure and a sense of German patriotism. Adam had a lot of friends and also a lot of bullies. The bullies bullied Adam for being Jewish and his friends would beat up the bullies. Adam's friends would never let him touch a bully, although the boy wanted to get at 'em.
Adam Weiss enrolled in university to learn psychology, but quickly became disillusioned with the subject. He decided that traveling the world would help him learn about people better, and he dropped out of college to go adventuring. Adam learned English and Spanish along with his native German, Yiddish, and Hebrew. Adam went to Germany's African colonies, Papua New Guinea, Australia, and South America.
In South America, Adam Weiss met Victoria Wasserman. They had a whirlwind romance, which sadly ended when Adam felt a pull from his native Germany. He felt like there was going to be a war soon, and Adam had to choose between his love and his country. He chose his country, breaking Victoria's heart.
Adam Weiss moved back into his little Hessian town until the war started. Adam volunteered quickly, thinking war was glorious. That was proven wrong very quickly. Fighting in the trenches of Belgium, Adam learned quickly that war was hell. Adam made a friend in the trenches, Johann Schmeer. Adam Weiss kept a journal, in which he struggled with his two identities, Jewish and German.
About a couple years later—time is hard to keep in the trenches. Johann makes a foolhardy mistake. Adam risks his life to keep Johann from dying, but his friend still dies. Adam wakes up in hospital from a leg injury and most of his memory of the incident gone. Adam got an Iron Cross for bravery.
Adam Weiss's leg injury eventually healed, but he could never fight again. He moved back to his town, but both of his parents were dead. His father when Adam was fighting, and his mother when Adam was adventuring. Adam decided to visit his old flame Victoria in London. London won't like a former German soldier, but Adam is nothing if not brave. On his way there, Adam received a strange letter...
by Voxija » Sat Jul 11, 2020 8:45 am
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Voxija wrote:This might be a replacement character for Victoria Wasserman if she dies, but it evolved into analyzing a German-Jewish Central Powers soldier with the benefit of hindsight.Character DescriptionName: Adam Weiss
Personal Effects: A Mauser pistol, a couple of outfits, his journal, and his lucky pfennig.
Gender: male
Age: 35
Nationality:jewishGerman, because the Second Reich isn't the Third Reich. Essentially, Adam sees himself as German first, but others see him as Jewish first. Hopefully.
Appearance:
Background:What is your job Former German soldier, was an adventurer before he volunteered in the army.
Backstory: Adam Weiss was born in 10 January 1883 in a small Hessian village to a rabbi father and a very sweet mother. He learned a taste for adventure and a sense of German patriotism. Adam had a lot of friends and also a lot of bullies. The bullies bullied Adam for being Jewish and his friends would beat up the bullies. Adam's friends would never let him touch a bully, although the boy wanted to get at 'em.
Adam Weiss enrolled in university to learn psychology, but quickly became disillusioned with the subject. He decided that traveling the world would help him learn about people better, and he dropped out of college to go adventuring. Adam learned English and Spanish along with his native German, Yiddish, and Hebrew. Adam went to Germany's African colonies, Papua New Guinea, Australia, and South America.
In South America, Adam Weiss met Victoria Wasserman. They had a whirlwind romance, which sadly ended when Adam felt a pull from his native Germany. He felt like there was going to be a war soon, and Adam had to choose between his love and his country. He chose his country, breaking Victoria's heart.
Adam Weiss moved back into his little Hessian town until the war started. Adam volunteered quickly, thinking war was glorious. That was proven wrong very quickly. Fighting in the trenches of Belgium, Adam learned quickly that war was hell. Adam made a friend in the trenches, Johann Schmeer. Adam Weiss kept a journal, in which he struggled with his two identities, Jewish and German.
About a couple years later—time is hard to keep in the trenches. Johann makes a foolhardy mistake. Adam risks his life to keep Johann from dying, but his friend still dies. Adam wakes up in hospital from a leg injury and most of his memory of the incident gone. Adam got an Iron Cross for bravery.
Adam Weiss's leg injury eventually healed, but he could never fight again. He moved back to his town, but both of his parents were dead. His father when Adam was fighting, and his mother when Adam was adventuring. Adam decided to visit his old flame Victoria in London. London won't like a former German soldier, but Adam is nothing if not brave. On his way there, Adam received a strange letter...
I'm generally happy with this app and like the idea of someone from the central powers in the RP, however, there is one thing I would like you to change. I'm guessing it's kinda central, so you might want to have a think about it; I don't want people writing preexisting relationships between their characters. I am very happy for (and would keenly encourage) you to talk to another writer though and use their character to fill the role of Victoria in the backstory.
What I want to try to avoid is your characters becoming isolated from the others in the thread, which is what happens more often than not as the temptation becomes to take the easy route and develop your characters on your own, rather than working with another writer.
by Dyelli Beybi » Sat Jul 11, 2020 2:08 pm
Voxija wrote:Dyelli Beybi wrote:
I'm generally happy with this app and like the idea of someone from the central powers in the RP, however, there is one thing I would like you to change. I'm guessing it's kinda central, so you might want to have a think about it; I don't want people writing preexisting relationships between their characters. I am very happy for (and would keenly encourage) you to talk to another writer though and use their character to fill the role of Victoria in the backstory.
What I want to try to avoid is your characters becoming isolated from the others in the thread, which is what happens more often than not as the temptation becomes to take the easy route and develop your characters on your own, rather than working with another writer.
I would say something about symbolism, but I'll guess I'll talk with someone else.
I TG'd Bingellia.
by Voxija » Sat Jul 11, 2020 3:43 pm
by Voxija » Sat Jul 11, 2020 4:38 pm
Voxija wrote:This might be a replacement character for Victoria Wasserman if she dies, but it evolved into analyzing a German-Jewish Central Powers soldier with the benefit of hindsight.Character DescriptionName: Adam Weiss
Personal Effects: A Mauser pistol, a couple of outfits, his journal, and his lucky pfennig.
Gender: male
Age: 30
Nationality:jewishGerman, because the Second Reich isn't the Third Reich. Essentially, Adam sees himself as German first, but others see him as Jewish first. Hopefully.
Appearance:
Background:What is your job Former German soldier.
Backstory: Adam Weiss was born in 10 January 1888 in a small Hessian village to a rabbi father and a very sweet mother. He learned a taste for adventure and a sense of German patriotism. Adam had a lot of friends and also a lot of bullies. The bullies bullied Adam for being Jewish and his friends would beat up the bullies. Adam's friends would never let him touch a bully, although the boy wanted to get at 'em.
Adam Weiss enrolled in university to learn psychology, but quickly became disillusioned with the subject. He decided that traveling the world would help him learn about people better, and he dropped out of college to go traveling. Adam learned English, French, and Italian along with his native German, Yiddish, and Hebrew. Adam went all around Europe, traveling to Britain and France and Italy.
Adam Weiss met Bridget Reeves, before she was called Viviette. They had a whirlwind romance, which sadly ended when Adam felt a pull from his native Germany. He felt like there was going to be a war soon, and Adam had to choose between his love and his country. He chose his country.
Adam Weiss moved back into his little Hessian town until the war started. Adam volunteered quickly, thinking war was glorious. That was proven wrong very quickly. Fighting in the trenches of Belgium, Adam learned quickly that war was hell. Adam made a friend in the trenches, Johann Schmeer. Adam Weiss kept a journal, in which he struggled with his two identities, Jewish and German.
About a couple years later—time is hard to keep in the trenches. Johann makes a foolhardy mistake. Adam risks his life to keep Johann from dying, but his friend still dies. Adam wakes up in hospital from a leg injury and most of his memory of the incident gone. Adam got an Iron Cross for bravery.
Adam Weiss's leg injury eventually healed, but he could never fight again. He moved back to his town, but both of his parents were dead. His father when Adam was fighting, and his mother when Adam was adventuring. Adam decided to visit his old flame Viviette in London, going on a hunch. London won't like a former German soldier, but Adam is nothing if not brave. On his way there, Adam received a strange letter...
by Toad Isle » Sat Jul 11, 2020 6:32 pm
by Bingellia » Sat Jul 11, 2020 11:28 pm
Voxija wrote:Voxija wrote:This might be a replacement character for Victoria Wasserman if she dies, but it evolved into analyzing a German-Jewish Central Powers soldier with the benefit of hindsight.Character DescriptionName: Adam Weiss
Personal Effects: A Mauser pistol, a couple of outfits, his journal, and his lucky pfennig.
Gender: male
Age: 30
Nationality:jewishGerman, because the Second Reich isn't the Third Reich. Essentially, Adam sees himself as German first, but others see him as Jewish first. Hopefully.
Appearance:
Background:What is your job Former German soldier.
Backstory: Adam Weiss was born in 10 January 1888 in a small Hessian village to a rabbi father and a very sweet mother. He learned a taste for adventure and a sense of German patriotism. Adam had a lot of friends and also a lot of bullies. The bullies bullied Adam for being Jewish and his friends would beat up the bullies. Adam's friends would never let him touch a bully, although the boy wanted to get at 'em.
Adam Weiss enrolled in university to learn psychology, but quickly became disillusioned with the subject. He decided that traveling the world would help him learn about people better, and he dropped out of college to go traveling. Adam learned English, French, and Italian along with his native German, Yiddish, and Hebrew. Adam went all around Europe, traveling to Britain and France and Italy.
Adam Weiss met Bridget Reeves, before she was called Viviette. They had a whirlwind romance, which sadly ended when Adam felt a pull from his native Germany. He felt like there was going to be a war soon, and Adam had to choose between his love and his country. He chose his country.
Adam Weiss moved back into his little Hessian town until the war started. Adam volunteered quickly, thinking war was glorious. That was proven wrong very quickly. Fighting in the trenches of Belgium, Adam learned quickly that war was hell. Adam made a friend in the trenches, Johann Schmeer. Adam Weiss kept a journal, in which he struggled with his two identities, Jewish and German.
About a couple years later—time is hard to keep in the trenches. Johann makes a foolhardy mistake. Adam risks his life to keep Johann from dying, but his friend still dies. Adam wakes up in hospital from a leg injury and most of his memory of the incident gone. Adam got an Iron Cross for bravery.
Adam Weiss's leg injury eventually healed, but he could never fight again. He moved back to his town, but both of his parents were dead. His father when Adam was fighting, and his mother when Adam was adventuring. Adam decided to visit his old flame Viviette in London, going on a hunch. London won't like a former German soldier, but Adam is nothing if not brave. On his way there, Adam received a strange letter...
I edited the app.
by Miekzhemy » Sun Jul 12, 2020 2:30 am
Character Description
Name: Ismail Rasimoğlu
Personal Effects: A few sets of clothes, some photos of family members and old classmates, a small portable prayer rug and Quran, and a dagger
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Nationality: Turkish
Appearance: A young man of 5'6. He is surprisingly well-kept, often keeping his hair short and face clean shaven. His hands are calloused, and always seems to have dirt beneath his fingernails.
Background:
What is your job: Former Ottoman soldier; currently employed as a woodworker at a workshop in London
Backstory:
Ismail son of Rasim was a poor child of a poor family in a poor village in southern Turkey. Throughout the boy's childhood, the simple but wise words of advice from the educated carpenter that was his father always rang in his mind: Follow your calling. No matter how grand, no matter how humble, soar as free as a bird in the grace of the Almighty...
His growing ambition took him to a school in Kayseri, where he enrolled in 1912 at the age of sixteen. Although he showed an aptitude for mathematics and attention to detail, Ismail eventually found a calling in woodworking, initially a hobby he partook with his father. He also showed a minor interest in reading and languages, choosing to study English in his spare time. He prayed the friendships he made here would last a lifetime. These times of peace would not last long, as come November of 1914, dire news fell upon them: Turkey was going to war.
He and his classmates, however, were not devastated. They were overjoyed. Tales of adventure and glory swept over the school, prompting many to drop out in favor of enlisting or transferring to military academies. Ismail himself waited, initially deciding to bide his time until graduation. After all, this little match of fisticuffs would be over before the end of the year. Months would pass, until an announcement shook each and every student to their very core. 'The British have landed in Gallipoli,' they told them. 'The capital is in danger.'
As more men signed up in droves, the young carpenter saw a chance - a chance to make a name for himself, a chance to fight in the defense of his home. In less than a week, the halls of the school ran quiet, as all of its pupils had gone to war. Ismail and his classmates were filed into the mustering army corps, hastily sent through training, and shipped to the trenches of Gallipoli. A fire roared in the heart of every young man in his unit. They cheered and shouted, daring the Brits to answer the call to battle.
Then, in a chorus of screeching banshees, the sky rained fire.
Later reports of Ismail date several months later in an Ottoman field hospital several miles from the capital. A young man, spattered in muck and grime, is deemed fit for active duty again. Though there were no dangerous physical injuries inflicted upon the man, the doctors assure him that the travel time will calm his nerves, and Ismail is carted off to Sinai.
Not a single classmate from his school survived Gallipoli. In mere days, the spirited young man was turned into little more than a shell of his former self. His hands quivered, his ears rang, and his eyes remained fixed in a listless stare into nothingness. Nightmares robbed him of sleep, and visions plagued him in the day. But both are of the same nature: horrifying and indescribable creatures, appearing as featureless silhouettes of humans but twisting as though no man moves, all the while the shrieks of banshees screaming in his ears. The nurses assure him that it is merely a symptom of his shell shock.
Following the disastrous battles of Suez, the collapse of the southern front, and the Arab rebellions, Ismail is eventually transferred to Syria. In the early months of 1918 he finally finds himself a prisoner of the British, his squad having been ambushed and forced to surrender, before being sent to one of the several POW camps in Egypt. There, he fines what little solace he can taking rudimentary English lessons. The doctors issue simple medications in an attempt to ease his mind, but finds little success. These medications are eventually taken away, as supplies are spared for a growing outbreak of disease that only seemed to grow worse by the day. And while some nights and days grant him peace, others wrack the young man with the same visions again and again...
Ismail heard little news of the war until it promptly ended in an armistice. And just as quickly, he was released, allowed to return to Turkey. But as he went home, he quickly found there was little to return to. The school he attended, once teeming with life, was now desolate, as all the pupils had gone to war. Even upon returning to his home village, he found only death, as the devastating disease only continued to claim the lives of men, women, and children around the world. His father was nowhere to be found.
Finding it one of the closest of the more stable countries in Europe, he immigrated to Britain only a month later. But as even the British doctors pass off his conditions as yet another case of shell shock, the young carpenter can't help but think there is more to the picture. Eventually, as he lays down to rest in his run-down tenement after a long day of work, a letter is slipped under his door.
by Scurvy Sea » Sun Jul 12, 2020 4:37 pm
Character DescriptionName: Gordon Graham
Personal Effects: Colt 3rd Model Derringer, Checkbook, Couple ounces of cocaine.
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Background:What is your job: Con Artist
Backstory: I came into the world in 1887, born in Brooklyn, New York. It was a good start for me until my mother passed when I was still real young. Ended up in the care of my uncle then. Good man, but he had his vices. Raised me as well as he could until around twelve or so. He figured I was old enough to start picking up the slack around the house then and I learned just what he did for a living. See, every now and then he'd purchase a train ticket for me and him, right around when he'd have this big mountain man beard grown in. We'd ride out of the city about as far as the line would take us down south. From there me and him walked mile after mile until we came upon these little towns right in the middle of nowhere. Full of ho-dunks and farm types that lived and died in those shacks. Every time we did this, we hiked around and then we'd sit around a campfire for a couple days and he'd sit there right across that campfire from me chowing down on roast chicken and duck. I of course, didn't get a nibble of that. I got some water here and there and if I whined I got a kick in the ass for it. But that wasn't no abuse, that was a tactic see.
Out of the blue one morning we'd pack up camp and head over to some big farm house, always was one. And he'd knock on the door, explain how he owns this bit of inherited land a good ways out of town. Blah, blah, he can't afford to feed his boy no more, and he's got to sell it quick and dirt cheap to go look for work somewhere. When they saw the land and how unreasonably cheap he was pawning it for, these farmers would be mad to not jump on it. It was like the second he opened his mouth, he had these hillbillies in his pocket. When they started gettin' cold feet, we'd walk away and they'd come chasing after. It was a clockwork process, farmer ran it by his missus over lunch, and I got to wolf down a hot meal while my uncle pulled out a deed from his back pocket. Crumpled, faded, but as official lookin' as any paper the court would hand out. By the time the sun was goin' down, we were always on our way out of town with hundreds of dollars. By the time those sorry people ever figured out what had happened, we were back in New York and my uncle's face was shaved. Wasn't our problem anymore.
Right when I was in my teens, he started lettin' me help out more. Showed me how to make those papers of his, how to talk to people and present myself. Introduced me proper to other folk just like him, by the time I was a young man, I was going down to Tennessee on my own running those scams, I was selling cars to people that didn't run, even ran some farmer the last of his money when I told him I was from the bank. It was good work. Not moral work, but moral work never paid like this.
Everyone's luck runs out eventually though, me and my uncle's fell around the same time. We'd been running that land scam for years, when my uncle was out on the road he got recognized. Some crazy old timer we'd ripped recognized him when he was driving past and put a few rounds through him. Wasn't too long at all after that when I heard the newly established FBI had someone looking into us. It was only a matter of time at that point, so- I ran. Didn't even bother selling the house, just grabbed whatever money I could stuff into a couple bags and got aboard a ship. Got myself across the Atlantic right into London.
The few European guys my uncle knew that were still alive managed to get me on my feet. Honor among thieves you might call it, but to me they were just making an investment. In about two years, I was established. Made some contacts of my own and was calling myself a bonafide Londoner. Despite as comfortable as I was, I didn't want to risk drawing attention with that fiasco back in the states, so I was working out of this rat den apartment. Wasn't comfortable by any stretch of the imagination, but I was underground and still making money. I worked as a fence, ran my small times bits but it was nothing compared to what I was doin' when the war broke out.
I had gotten into MI1. I was a codebreaker, had my experience with secret messages and whatnot so this wasn't too hard to take on and Inland Revenue wouldn't be lookin' at me too close. I was working for their government at that point, I was the last person they'd ever expect to be doing the sorts of things I did. Sure, they paid me pretty well, but cover like that was too fantastic of an opportunity to pass on. When I wasn't spending my days going over transmission transcripts, I was making contacts outside of the UK through my work, and selling cocaine import to the soldiers coming back from the front. Dabbled in it myself and my state of mind wasn't all there which must be why I did what I did. My golden goose was an oriental named Shen Put over in China. They were having all sorts of trouble, county diced up and fought over by warlords. Just so happened that my newest friend Shen worked under these warlords in some advisory court, Shen wanted a promotion and started looking into cryptography himself. Problem was, he didn't know a whole lot about it. I'm right there in the hotbed of all this progress in the field, so- I committed treason. Sent along some letters when the coast was clear, and in exchange, I got gossip.
When I started writing letters to this general claiming I was the supplier of his beloved, yet estranged son's terrible opium habit and I was told he'd be giving me payment, he fell in like a domino. I was getting monthly payments from this Chinese bigwig and all I had to do was sit there. Good gig suckering that Chinaman for almost a year, but then the war ended. Nothing happened to the general's son or the man himself- what did happen was I started getting told to stay home. When I wasn't allowed back into work for a week straight, it clicked. My luck went dry again, military intelligence caught onto what I was doing. No matter how good I was at that codebreaking, that wasn't about to save me from getting thrown in a cell or worse. Somebody spilled, or they intercepted a letter. Maybe it was just nothing and I was paranoid. Whatever that truth was, I wasn't about to sit on my thumbs until I was arrested.
That same night, I packed everything I could carry and got myself a train ticket to somewhere nice and cozy in the Alps. I was on my way out when I saw this little envelope that had been slid right under the door.
by Bingellia » Sun Jul 12, 2020 10:00 pm
Miekzhemy wrote:Character Description
Name: Ismail Rasimoğlu
Personal Effects: A few sets of clothes, some photos of family members and old classmates, a small portable prayer rug and Quran, and a dagger
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Nationality: Turkish
Appearance: A young man of 5'6. He is surprisingly well-kept, often keeping his hair short and face clean shaven. His hands are calloused, and always seems to have dirt beneath his fingernails.
Background:
What is your job: Former Ottoman soldier; currently employed as a woodworker at a workshop in London
Backstory:-snip-
Scurvy Sea wrote:Character DescriptionName: Gordon Graham
Personal Effects: Colt 3rd Model Derringer, Checkbook, Couple ounces of cocaine.
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Nationality: American
Appearance:
Background:What is your job: Con Artist
Backstory: -snip-
by Toad Isle » Mon Jul 13, 2020 11:52 am
by Dyelli Beybi » Mon Jul 13, 2020 3:35 pm
Toad Isle wrote:Did I make the cut? You've got a-lot of people already, so maybe I should bow out? Too many cooks, and so on.
by Dyelli Beybi » Mon Jul 13, 2020 4:42 pm
by Toad Isle » Mon Jul 13, 2020 4:46 pm
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Toad Isle wrote:Did I make the cut? You've got a-lot of people already, so maybe I should bow out? Too many cooks, and so on.
I think your app needs a bit of development, though I'm not in any way saying to bow out! There's an element of natural attrition you get in these threads and what looks like a lot of people now won't in a few weeks.
There isn't anything wrong with the app in concept, though at the moment it feels like a skeleton of an app and I'd like to see if fleshed out a bit.
For instance, you could look at answering some of these questions; why did he dodge the war and go moutaineering? Was he part of some other explorer's expedition or leading one? What were the waking dreams? Where abouts was his family in London? Can you say something more about the encounter? Would he go back? Why did he decide to try to explore his 'inner eye'? Has he had any results?
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Edit: redacted. Just taking the piss with you all. Best of luck to you.
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