Player Name: Tzvia Player Pronouns: she/her Player Contact:tzviaariella or @/tzviaariella on Discord Player intro: Hello, it is I, the problem teen enjoyer, bringing you yet another teen with problems. Should I be revising my unpublished novels instead of RPing a character from them? Probably. Yet here we are.
Character Name: Lord Ademnet Daigonis
Canon: Original character
Vibes: You know those sorts of high-energy small dogs that are constantly getting loose and bothering the neighbors but wouldn’t hesitate to attack a grizzly bear in defense of their people? That’s him. He’s the dog. He’s a stubborn, scrappy-looking teenager who loves cussing, resents the nobility, and lands himself in mortal peril far more often than he deserves, usually in defense of someone else. His heart is in the right place; it’s his head that causes him problems.
You can expect to see him mostly in cowboy boots, durable work pants, and either simple tunics or button-down shirts, and you’ll know he’s truly settled in when he starts rolling up his sleeves instead of miserably sweating it out in order to cover the brand on his wrist. After dark, he’ll add some sort of Ren Faire cloak to the ensemble—and there will always be a knife in his pocket, whether he’s happy to see you or not.
Memories: He remembers very little about himself personally except the fact that he grew up a serf and the name of the lord who effectively owned him. He remembers how to read (a recent accomplishment) and is adept with both knives and swords, though he won’t realize he’s used a sword before until/unless he picks one up. Aside from that, he remembers his gay awakening, the basics of religion and the criminal justice system in his homeland, and all six verses of his favorite off-color drinking song. (He will make that last one everyone’s problem. Sorry in advance.)
Initial Plans: Ademnet has very mixed feelings about this place. On the one hand, the weather sucks, the whole place reeks of magic, and he doesn’t want to die. On the other hand, Wellstone has unlimited free food and beer, and he’s finally (thanks to memloss) getting a chance to do what he wants without feeling obligated to anyone. His first impulse will be to socialize and live it up a little, rather than immediately running for the door.
Anything else?: I wrote my first novel featuring Ademnet almost fifteen years ago, then wrote a 100,000 word sequel during the pandemic because I was roleplaying him in a Discord game and ran out of plot. So. If you want a glimpse of him in his natural habitat right before he came to Well, here you go.
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Player intro: Hello, it is I, the problem teen enjoyer, bringing you yet another teen with problems. Should I be revising my unpublished novels instead of RPing a character from them? Probably. Yet here we are.
Character Name: Lord Ademnet Daigonis
Canon: Original character
Vibes: You know those sorts of high-energy small dogs that are constantly getting loose and bothering the neighbors but wouldn’t hesitate to attack a grizzly bear in defense of their people? That’s him. He’s the dog. He’s a stubborn, scrappy-looking teenager who loves cussing, resents the nobility, and lands himself in mortal peril far more often than he deserves, usually in defense of someone else. His heart is in the right place; it’s his head that causes him problems.
You can expect to see him mostly in cowboy boots, durable work pants, and either simple tunics or button-down shirts, and you’ll know he’s truly settled in when he starts rolling up his sleeves instead of miserably sweating it out in order to cover the brand on his wrist. After dark, he’ll add some sort of Ren Faire cloak to the ensemble—and there will always be a knife in his pocket, whether he’s happy to see you or not.
Memories: He remembers very little about himself personally except the fact that he grew up a serf and the name of the lord who effectively owned him. He remembers how to read (a recent accomplishment) and is adept with both knives and swords, though he won’t realize he’s used a sword before until/unless he picks one up. Aside from that, he remembers his gay awakening, the basics of religion and the criminal justice system in his homeland, and all six verses of his favorite off-color drinking song. (He will make that last one everyone’s problem. Sorry in advance.)
Initial Plans: Ademnet has very mixed feelings about this place. On the one hand, the weather sucks, the whole place reeks of magic, and he doesn’t want to die. On the other hand, Wellstone has unlimited free food and beer, and he’s finally (thanks to memloss) getting a chance to do what he wants without feeling obligated to anyone. His first impulse will be to socialize and live it up a little, rather than immediately running for the door.
Anything else?: I wrote my first novel featuring Ademnet almost fifteen years ago, then wrote a 100,000 word sequel during the pandemic because I was roleplaying him in a Discord game and ran out of plot. So. If you want a glimpse of him in his natural habitat right before he came to Well, here you go.