QT Pollen Prophet
- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Sporadic. If you want, add me lvl1337n00b on Skype to pester me.
- Writing Levels
- Preferred Character Gender
- Sci-Fi, fantasy, post-apocalyptic. Roleplays with plenty of action, violence, and romance. I don't mind if the base is on one of those alone, but it gets boring when nothing else comes into play, know what I mean? - Also, I'll do something modern if it seems like something I'd be into, but that doesn't happen often.
What is your name, adventurer? .......... Neshaal
Which race? .......... Lizardkin
Which gender? .......... Male
What class are you? .......... Mage
At the jungle spawn, another character materializes, causing a few characters to run around flailing like idiots for lack of anything better to do. You know the type. Before anyone can get a lock on this person though, he's already out of the crowd. Unknown to the cluster of lowbies, the player known as Neshaal had only moved a short distance. Yes, a weak teleportation spell had placed the scaly caster on the high limb of a nearby tree.
Were one to glance up, they might notice the idle sway of a long, dark gray-green scaled tail. Perhaps the lizard's primary color would be a bit difficult to spot among the trees, but the slowly returning glowing neon blue markings would be a sure giveaway. Said markings twisted their way across Neshaal's body from head to tail, only partially hidden by a short hooded cloak, dark brown in color and only just barely falling past his shoulders.
Neshaal gazed down at all the other players, his beady golden eyes darting from one to the next in search of a character or a group that might make a suitable party. As a mage, playing alone could be a bit difficult, even with his current arsenal. Thus far, many of the parties he'd ventured with proved unreliable; Returning to town or logging out in the middle of a fight, running ahead of the monsters to reach a treasure before the others.. Leaving the frail little mage to get pummeled time after time. Yes, there had been a few good teams, but most of them had surpassed his level range by now.
"Hrm.. Haven't seen these before.. ", the lizard said to himself, his voice low and scratchy, "Maybe.. " Neshaal moved from one branch to the next using his short-ranged teleportation spell, stopping briefly to recharge mana every five times or so until he was directly above the pair that caught his eye. From there, the lizard dropped down onto the back of the Centaur he pursued, facing opposite the creature's humanoid half. "I overheard you talking about heading into a dungeon. " Neshaal tilted his head toward the less bestial of the two, "I'm eager to burn something, but I'm a bit squishy. Take me along. "