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[rebrandedwarlock]

 

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65 / Cis Male / Any / Jack of Diamonds  

   

     

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My Self-Summary

First Druid and (now former) Chancellor of the Springtide Clan. My rank seems to be a joke upon my Jack-of-all-Trades nature. If you have a skill you're interested in, it is likely I have dabbled in it, if not mastered it. And if not, I can always learn. Don't let my age deceive you, I'm still a quick study. Interested in playing the game, but in no rush. I've not fallen through worlds before, I plan to enjoy my time before Myddvai calls me back.

    My Future Plans

Why, it's no fun to share those, is it?

    My Talents

Reading, writing, painting, string instruments, hunting, tracking, trapping, fielding game, butchery, cooking, swordplay, archery, navigation, battle tactics, economics, mathematics, bookkeeping, lawmaking, diplomacy, leadership, teaching, academic study, alchemy, experimentation, fitness, medical expertise.

Various magical disciplines. I specialize in studies and of the soul.

  My Ideal Partner

Why, my wife, but she's unfortunately no longer with us.

   

Height 6'-2" (~188cm)   Body Type Lean, Fit   Smokes Yes   Drinks Yes   Drugs Yes   Sign Savory     Education Highest Achievable     Occupation Chancellor     Income ???     Children No.     Pets No.     Hobbies Journalling.

             

   

 

 

 

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    01. WINE OR BEER

WINE/BEER

    .02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

CLOWNS/MIMES

    .03 SHOWER OR BATH

SHOWER/BATH

    .04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES/NINJAS

    .05 TITS OR ASS

TITS/ASS

    .06 COFFEE OR TEA

COFFEE/TEA

    .07 SPICY OR SWEET

SPICY/SWEET

    .08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER/WINTER

      .09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER/LACE

    10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX/GENTLE SEX

         

   

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ABCD-1

   

   

 

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Source: The Great Lodge, God of War Ragnarok

Sherwood's Suite is located on the Ace & Jack level floor. He has no door, having removed it entirely. His room is always open to visitors, regardless of his being around or not. The space is mostly a large, single space with all his amenities. The only separated out room is his private bathroom, which he keeps locked.

Of note, he has a wood burning hearth with various, rudimentary cooking supplies. There are multiple, large desks with various scrolls, journals, and books strewn about. Bookshelves and storage cabinets line many of the walls. Painted artwork, tapestries, and drawings are also haphazardly about the space. He has a low, wide, and plush bed cot tucked in a far back corner. It had a curtain which can be pulled around to give some privacy, but he won't be found sleeping in it.

Comments

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Yeah, Nero wouldn't make it as a druid. Good for him. It's not a pleasant thing to be.]

A shame, then you really could be a cat slinking through my threshold.

[perfectdistance]

Are you really into cats...?

[rebrandedwarlock]

I do like cats! Cannot say they like me. The human inner fire that gave me a connection to animals was snuffed out when I became a Druid. [a wistful sigh, like this is just something fondly remembered about times gone by]

Such a shame, but power always comes with a price.

[perfectdistance]

You weren't always a druid?

[Different. When humans try to be wizards that kind of thing usually doesn't go well. It's also impossible.

He leaves the soup to simmer.]

[rebrandedwarlock]

No, no, humans have a very passive magic and I was not satisfied with that. I developed the technique to attach oneself to the World Tree directly, the sacrifice being one's natural born Blessing of Fire. A small price, in my mind, given how many new and more active disciplines of magic opened up to me.

[He just looooves talking about magic, especially the kinds he developed. A proud man of many accomplishments... mostly bad, but undeniably impressive for him to have invented through study and testing.]

That was some... oh, more than forty years ago, now. That's quite a while, on a human time scale.

[bleakdecember]

There's more to this place than just money. And I've heard rumors about what happens to people who don't play the game...

[He lets that implication linger, though, because the next bit of information is a lot to take in. Forces of... huh. So gambling is some kind of chaotic force? That makes sense, he supposes. Sherwood isn't anything like any kind of Order he's familiar with, but who is he to judge?]

Perhaps we should play a round, sometime. I wonder if you're familiar with modern card games? [Akechi wants to trounce him in poker]

[rebrandedwarlock]

Despite my age, I can pick up on any game if taught the rules properly.

[Sherwood speaks as he moves towards the sink nearby his table, washing down his gloves and arms of the blood on them. Not taking the gloves off, but washing with them on. As when they first met, he is so very fussy about not being seen with them off.]

Back home we played mostly with dice or mind games, like Mermaid's Gambit.

[conspecifics]

( tea rituals are at least not the most unusual thing he’s encountered; though this particular gesture is foreign to him, he accepts the cup without complaint or even so much as a second thought. his only concession in turn is to take it in both hands, in a proper, polite form instead of his lazy usual. )

Arriving with it like this… ( the imperfect repetition comes as he considers this as a possibility, his ears turning outwards. ) I’m only a few floors below, but my room looks the same as the rest of the place.

( what this is, then, is a realization; the vaunted life of a royal seems to truly be on another level, if that’s the case. it’s— unfair, of course. that’s the whole point. kirma hates to admit it, but for the first time since arrival, he’s giving some sincere thought into trying to elevate his status. there are only two ranks between the two of them, yet the treatment is leagues apart. and if he went even higher—

he takes a sip of the tea, then, and his face immediately scrunches up. the citrusy tones are subtle, but enough to be offputting, at least by his standards. despite the reaction, he doesn’t set the cup down; he does adjust to keep it in a one-handed grip, though. )

[rebrandedwarlock]

How interesting! I will need to explore this place much, much further. The disparity between the ranks has been told to me to be quite dramatic. I should like to see for myself, though. Words shape understanding, but experience truly creates it.

[He sips his tea in turn, enjoying the flavor himself. The light face that Kirma makes does perk a grey eyebrow on Sherwood, though.]

Not to your liking? You can set it aside if so, no need to suffer for politeness sake. Tea making is a soulful activity and I'm afraid mine tends to spoil the subtler notes of a brew, given the savory taste I have.

[conspecifics]

Well— my door is still on the hinges ( for now ) but I do leave it open. If… you were curious.

( it’s only fair to offer hospitality in return, even if his won’t be nearly so comfortable for a couple of fantasy dudes. that’s all well and good, but—

then sherwood calls out his reaction, and kirma jolts, as if he had been so subtle in his movements that noticing them would be unfathomable. immediately, sheepishly, the cup comes back up to his lips, before he can even protest audibly: ) No, it’s— fine. I’m just not used to—

( how does he put this. )

… Finer things. ( sure. okay. either way he’s going to chug the rest of the cup now because he’s not ungrateful! thank you!! )

[rebrandedwarlock]

Why, lesson one of the finer things would be... to savor them.

[He did not have to slam it back like that......]

But yes, I would be curious to visit, if you are welcoming me.

[conspecifics]

( maybe he didn't, but... it's the natural dog instinct when panicking......

he sets the empty cup down, pressing the side of his hand to his face and keeping his expression carefully neutral; his ears twist back, though, and he is pointedly looking Over There. the stance of a man who is definitely not embarrassed at all. )

You can visit anytime. On the ninth floor— the hall with no plants.

( don't ask for a room number, he still can't read it. )

But then what will you do? Once you have your understanding of things.

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Sorry, he's absolutely asking for that room number- how is supposed to find him otherwise? Sherwood is a mantis, not a dog, he can't find someone on scent alone...]

And which room would be yours? I do supposed I'll cross the bridge of what to do with further understanding once I have it. Knowledge is revealing to purpose, after all.

[conspecifics]

( PAIN. )

[conspecifics]

( after a solid minute of fucking with his watch to try and find the answer, as if hitting random apps might magically summon the answer: )

If you can find it in here.

( he just. holds his arm out for sherwood to take a gander at the thing. it's currently open to the gallery, in which every last picture is distinctly out of focus— but his door is in there, somewhere, since that's how he's gotten around this before. )

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Sherwood adjusts his glasses up his nose and looks at the screen offered over, flipping through it. He's new to all this future tech, but had been picking up on it quickly. He's adaptive and a quick study, so while he has his blind spots still, this is something he can manage. Flipping through the pictures, he finds one of the door and points to it-]

Is this it? Are you unfamiliar with the symbols they use for numbering here?

[conspecifics]

( his lips thin out into a tight line. the first question gets a shallow nod in affirmative, but the second— )

I know five and six. ( ... ) And two.

( zero of which are in his room number, ig. he keeps his arm out nonetheless, in case sherwood isn't done looking for whatever reason. wanting to keep the contents of his watch private isn't an idea in his mind at all. )

It isn't... common, where I'm from. Having to read so much. ( the stress on the word is a very deliberate one. )

[rebrandedwarlock]

You're illiterate, I see. [Oddly enough, given Sherwood could often have a heavily judgmental tone, he says this very simply and in casual understanding.]

That is also common upon Myddvai, not often prioritized. Reading and writing was seen as an upper class activity, which I've always seen as an inequitable shame. There is so much to learn and experience in reading and sharing with one's fellows through writing. Not to mention the benefits of leading a well educated population- Ohp... My apologies.

[Sherwood taps the table top twice as if getting his mind back on track with the gesture, pulling from his thoughts to be more in the moment,]

Would you like to learn? I would be honored to teach you the skills.

[conspecifics]

( even if his tone isn't anywhere near as harsh as some others have been, there's still a barely perceptible wince at the word. not much point in denying it, though. sherwood's little tangent would hardly be out of place in describing seolhwa, either; it makes kirma give a little snort of a laugh, even as his expression stays utterly humorless. )

Ah, that's—

( whatever immediate deflection comes to mind is equally immediately cut off. after a brief pause, his words turn even more stilted than usual. )

It's... a lot to offer a stranger. Lessons like that. Isn't it?

[rebrandedwarlock]

Why, yes it is! [In contrast to Kirma's hollow laugh, Sherwood's grin is broad and jovial, chuckling,]

Hahaa, so, we shall not be strangers! It will be nothing at all to offer to a friend. I had introduced myself in broad terms, but it is better said in person.

[He offers his gloved hand to shake,]

I am Sherwood. I did not yet catch your name.

[bleakdecember]

[Hm. So he is still on about the gloves thing? Now, Akechi loves his gloves, and gets twitchy without them in public. But in this scenario...]

I don't think I'm familiar with that one. How do you play it?

[rebrandedwarlock]

You swap rolling a pair of dice and each turn you are allowed to add a rule to the game. The goal is to be clever and engaging with your opponent, rather than to simply win as quickly as you can.

[He adds far, far too casually,]

It is rather like having sex.

[conspecifics]

( is it really so easy, to simply become “friends” like that… though kirma looks dubious, it isn’t that he’s opposed to the idea. it’s simply an unfamiliar one— but he takes sherwood’s hand without reservation. )

Kirma.

( a name for a name. that being said— )

Is that the only name you have? ( it’s not… the hardest name he’s encountered, here, but it’s also not the easiest one. 🥹 )

[rebrandedwarlock]

An utmost pleasure, Kirma. [he gives a puff of a bemused noise to be asked if it is his only name. How familiar a question, despite the distance of worlds...]

It is. A part of the Druidic Order is to shed all previously held familial ties and further titles. I am Sherwood of the Springtide Druids, nothing more and nothing less. Is Kirma all you go by?

[conspecifics]

( sherwood’s answer is direct, and makes sense; kirma’s in return is, hmm, a little more complicated. there’s a visible moment of consideration when his hand drops away, as he tries to put together the correct phrasing. )

… It’s the only name I was given.

( the lack of familial ties can be something they have in common, even if the reasons are different— well. it sounds as though they’re different, anyway. )

Was yours chosen, or— ? ( now he’s just curious. )