Archer

Mace 'More Evil Than Hellbent' Klasten waited until no one was paying attention to him. When everyone else in the room began to engage in conversation or read paperwork, he moved to the side of the room to get exercise. Dropping to the floor, he started doing push-ups. As he did, he extended his amberite aether out of his palm in the shape of a spike. It pierced the floorboards. As quietly as he could, Mace dug out a small hole with it. Then, under the guise of doing some planking, he took a metal tube from his pocket about the size of a golf pencil and placed it in the hole. He hoped it would look like a nail if anyone noticed it. His task completed, Mace stood back up. He burned steel momentarily to see if it would seem out of place. To his surprise, it didn't because of the large amount of metal below the room. I wonder what that's all about? He experimentally tugged on one of the lines. A faint thunk noise could be heard in response. I hope that wasn't important.

I need to get 'It's the Rules of Warfare Thread all over again' printed on a shirt. "As fun as governments are, I question if such an organization is needed. From an in-game standpoint, characters have no reason to band together outside of guilds. What would a government offer besides trouble? Colon end parentheses. To comment on the other discussion, I to feel that invented risks are a poor excuse to give a character an unfair advantage over others. I support the non-interventionist/passivity compromise Voidus suggested."

Australia is awesome. Why did I just write that? I wondered, sipping my eggnog as I internally monologued and petted my dog. And where'd I get a dog? I looked around suspiciously. Based on my rudimentary knowledge of timezones, I knew that if it's nighttime here, then it's day time in the far away places. Like Virginia. And Australia. "That narrows it down to a half dozen suspects," I mused. "But only one of them is devious enough to have done this. J'accuse Voidus!" Shocked, I picked up the dog and threw it into the hole in the fourth wall. Horrified, the mime fainted. "Two can play at this game. I can manipulate this shared existence too. All I need to do is imply consequences really convincingly. Here goes." I held up my hands and made some simple complicated motions of specifically ambiguous nature. The god thing was starting to go to my head. "I am beginning to realize that within the context of the parameters and restrictions set out by this website and the RP, bearing in mind social pressures and personal limitations, I'VE GOT THE POWER!"

I didn't sleep. Mostly because I had trouble expressing future actions while keeping to the past tense, so I continued watching the mime. It was contorting itself into the shape of the Taj Mahal when suddenly it twisted into the shape of a duck. "Something of great symbolic importance has just happened." Obviously, the mime responded in sign language. I just made a symbol of a duck. "I was thinking more along the lines of the conformation of the-" big words failed me. "Yeah. You're right. It's just a duck. Now do a camel." The mime instead managed to somehow contort itself into the shape of functional diesel motor.

I tried to figure out what the mime was miming. "Water? A... bridge of water? That's a stupid idea." The mime facepalmed, then continued. "Boat. Vulcans. Vulcan boats! Then a chunk of the... Earth breaks off and flies away! Ha!" Silly mime. It should stick to what it's good at, fixing walls. "What Voidus said," I said, saididly, then went back to my game of charades.

Out of context, a drunk mime slipped in through the back door. Concerned I would be pressured to change my vote afterwards, I decided to decline my ballot. Instead, I stood near a hole in the fourth wall and tried to build up the courage to lick it.

So a sample conversation would be: I woke up, threw some sweat pants on. Then I fed my cat and then I walked to the mini mart. "Yo, Archer!" Klo shouted. Give me some character development beyond slapstick!" I just gave you that scene with the flying. "That was one post. I deserve better." Fine. Have an Alleyshard. Shoo! I'm considering italicizing my conversations with my character, the parts where I address him, but now that I write it out past tense, first person will work well. So, let's go with that. And I guess we're not using quote boxes.

We need a style guide for characters interacting with creators. The fourth wall is s far gone I'm not even sure if quote boxes are safe anymore. Comment below! Past or present tense, first or third person? Do quote boxes count as part of the RP (In the Hall thread)?

There is a limit. The maximum words you can put in a list is about 60,000. If the average bio is about 200 words, we can only accommodate about 300 of them in the OP. But I have plans to start a new post right after the first one, which could double how many bios we can have. More practically speaking, there comes a point when I have to question if all of your characters need to be on the list. If you aren't RPing with them enough because you're dividing your attention among other characters, they become NPCs or very minor characters. Those don't need to be on this list. And if your characters die at too high a rate, I'm going to start getting suspicious. As a general rule, if a character doesn't last more than two or three days, they probably don't need to be on here. It's hard enough managing the maze of spoilers tags and pictures that is the OP, I don't need more clutter. To put a number on it, I think a new character every two weeks is fine. But I'm not going to reject bios based on that. If you spam me, I'll call you out on it, but if they're serious submissions I'll put them up.

That can be changed if you don't want them. Badahah had asked me to put his on, so I added everyone else's while I was at it, based on the OP. D&D magic tends to be pretty simple (by Sanderson standards) so long as you obey the restrictions on what you need to cast it and how often you can do it.

Mace hummed quietly to himself.

Brandon tweeted about the one Steelheart one from late 2016. Here's the two questions (source: internet peoples). The Reckoners one is actually pretty hard if you've never read the book:

I entered this topic expecting to talk about how Steelheart and Wheel of Time have been mentioned in Jeopardy! answers, but was disappointed. Plus one on the Threnody book, I would have loved to see that happen.

Mace took one of the pieces of paper and began to inspect it for the Dark Alley disclaimer. Satisfied it wasn't present, he filled it in. His handwriting was subpar, but it got the point across. Name: Mace Klasten Gender: M Address: Klasten Ranch, The Roughs, Scadrial Investiture forms: I have more forms to fill out? Mace thought confusedly. He tried to peek at Tena's page to copy her answer, but she handed it in too quickly. Eventually, he decided to put down, 'A-yes, F-yes, nifty orange rock on my hand'. He signed his name below it. "I'm actually semi-retired," Mace told the man as he handed in his contract. "But I still want to be paid to avoid legal complications if there's an accident. I'll work for cheap though. Just give me a chryst a year asterisk and I'll be happy." Mace quickly muttered under his breath about the company paying travel expenses, then smiled and changed the topic. "Time for you to get a new watch!" he loudly proclaimed to the aloof guy.

@Kaladin78 I have put your character, Moerevron, on the list. I still feel that having a swordmaster, Epic, channeler, hemalurgically enhanced character is OP, but maybe I'll be proved wrong. Power is an illusion of perception and all that. The only way to actually see if a character is unfairly powerful is to see how it interacts with other characters in the RP, so consider this a test drive. I still reserve the right to talk to you about it later (as I would with any character) if it's causing discord. And if any other RPers have issues, I'm sure they'll made themselves heard. Just because something is on a bio doesn't mean you should use it. So RP responsibly. Enjoy.

"Tena?" Mace exclaimed. "Excuse my excursive thoughts. I'll extend an exhaustive explanation later," he said, expressively exhibiting exceptional exuberance. Since their last extracurricular excursion, the desire to experiment with an expropriated item of hers had excited him, but that was extraneous. Since stealing tends to exacerbate situations, Mace exaggeratedly smiled and exculpated his conscience of the experience, externalizing no signs of extreme or extraditable behaviour. Expelling his exuberance, he expertly expanded his attention to the newcomer's entrance. As Tena expounded her theory, Mace extracted himself from the conversation to explore and exam the extra room, expecting to expose the boss therein. "Yooo hooo!" he called extravagantly.

Mace stepped forward. "Sir, Mace please job I want?" GAAAAAAAAH, he screamed internally. What are you doing?! "You nice work fairy chemist!" He continued, stretching out his arm for the woman to shake, but he accidentally knocked over a small table. It crashed to the ground. "I'll just go..." Mace muttered, embarrassed. He awkwardly tried to pick up the table, but it snapped in his fingers. Then he was struck by a sudden realization. "Wait, are you are not new boss?" YESSSS. SECOND CHANCE, YOU FOOL. As his brain did backflips, he swept the remains into the corner and tried to act casual. He gave the woman a nod, and a look that he hoped meant 'I am confident and competent and if this is a competitive hiring process, you won't last three seconds'.

Hi. I'm Mace. I can store stuff. Was it too casual? Maybe this was a formal occasion. Mace mentally revised his script in his head. Hello. My name is Mace Klasten. I am here to inquire about the job opening that was advertised in this here advertisement. But then he'd know one of the posters was ripped down. He might be made about that. Mace scratched off the last bit, and prepared a different message. Hello, sir. I am Mace. You have job. I want job. Well, actually I just want- As he approached his destination, he continued to edit his pitch. It had to be direct, but also subtle, unimposing, but it had to make an impression. When he got to the door, he noted a woman approaching from the opposite direction. Hoping to avoid confrontation, he hurriedly slipped inside the doorway of 42 Vogon Street.

Klasten practiced a focusing technique he'd learned from his mentor. He breathed deeply, teeth barred in pain, and concentrated on what he could do. Stop the wind from smashing int his face? Nope. He ignored that. Make the pain stop? No. It too was ignored then. Prevent the coin from breaking his back? Maybe. He tried to straighten his spine, lifting his legs against the force of gravity. It didn't help much, but it gave him something to do. He closed his eyes and counted the seconds until the terrifying ride stopped. Exactly seventy-eight later, the sensation of being dragged stopped, and he tumbled onto something hard. I used to like flying. Also, I need immediate medical attention, he thought loudly, hoping someone nearby was telepathic. ******** "Now look what you've done. How's he going to interact with anyone if he's mute?" I'm working on it. "You do realize what all this fourth wall breaking is going to do to him, right?" Yeah. Like I said, I'm working on it. "Should've stuck with a Feruchemist."

That's where the Exploring the Other Side thread is headed. Characters may meet their creators, and interact.

Klasten heard activity on the beach around him. He opened his eyes to find strangers standing near him. He instinctively raised his arm to fend them off, but they didn't appear threatening. He opened his mouth to greet them, but no words came out. Rust, he thought to himself.

Meanwhile, in a dark (alley) laboratory’s cellar, a locked filing cabinet sat quietly, staring across the room at where the stairs used to be. A sign hung on it, warning people to ‘Beware of the ╔╦╦═╬╦═’. Inside of the cabinet was a single piece of paper that Will Be Explained Later. Outside of a door, one that may or may not be relevant to the plot, an old man paced nervously.

I still have serious reservations. That strength of channeling apparently introduces some possibilities involving energy and explosions that are in a different league than the other characters in this era. And I'm still not sold on the intent. If the purpose is just to make a powerful character so you can go after someone else's character, that's an unfortunate goal. There are better ways to compete, in my opinion. There was a two vs two duel a while back (it's probably on the second page by now) that illustrated this pretty well. An extremely powerful rioter character tried to hack a guy with an eye spike. It might be worth a read through.

Foreign language opera. I sat through The Barber of Seville once because a family member recommended it. I don't even know what language it was in, it was all just noise to me. Word to the wise, unless you're a huge art fan, stick to the Bugs Bunny version.

*Kaladin hits Syl with his pencil* "No! We can inject my special mind control ink into all bridgemen by offering free tattoos."