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December 13, 2005, 1:01 am

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Lancid is. Lancid does. Lancid cares not.

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Lancid always carries his staff, dirk, blanket, and cloak with him at all times. He used to have a map of the world, but he got bored one day and burned it.


His flowing brown hair washes down to the middle of his back. This is held in place by a black leather thong. He shaves his face when he stumbles across a stream or pond; or he collects rainwater and uses that. He usually has nicks once he’s done shaving, and has several mild scars from run-ins with his dirk. His skin is not exceptionally pale or tan. He has the muscle he needs to live, and no more or less. Lancid stands at 5’ 11” and likes to run when he’s not winded. His eyes are grey-blue, then orange on the inner iris. Things he likes to do are: play the hammered dulcimer, throw dice, and nap. He also likes to travel and see places. He doesn’t particularly like anyone or anything over anyone or anything else. His mannerisms may seem boring, but he leads a calm, wistful life. Lancid seems to exhibit a true affinity to rain, though. It pervades his being with calm, and makes his thoughts(which are few) calm.


Lancid used to have a different name, and body; this he knows. He just has no recollection of what he was before he woke up one morning on an Earth-like planet. It rained constantly on the planet, and he grew to love it. He searched for years trying to find someone on the planet, but no one was there. He ate shrubbery and small game when he lived there. Eventually, Lancid found an abandoned machine. He sat in a chair within the console of the machine, and punched a few buttons randomly. He was immediately transported back to Earth and its species likewise. He now roams about freely, under no real authority.

Roleplaying Notes:

There seems to be a void about his eyes. When he stares at you, you know he can penetrate into your very thoughts, but he seems not to care about it. In fact, he does just about everything objectively.

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Comments ( 8 )
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April 4, 2004, 20:32
Hm, 3 hits and a 5 vote...

An interesting character, though I don't think its worth a five.

Is there any reason that he was skipped to another planet? Perhaps an enemy wanted him banished? I think this character needs a bit more depth

April 4, 2004, 20:39
What is there to this character?
No real backstory to speak of, except for a very vague one that I'm not sure I quite understood...

April 4, 2004, 21:46
Exactly. His past he doesn't remember because he died when he was transported to the new planet. Eventually, he gets bored with death, and comes up with, with his imagination, a way to get back to Earth: the machine.
September 12, 2004, 22:28
Well I'm sorry, but your explanation of the backstory is almost as nonsensical as the actual story itself.
September 12, 2004, 23:52
Lancid is. Lancid does. Lancid cares not. Lancid is boring.

Voted MoonHunter
December 13, 2005, 1:01
This is the poster child for "We don't care what the character knows, tell us what is going on." The character has no purpose or reason to exist, it has no reason to be included in a game. It is not even good "color" material. This post remains as a warning to all those who would do the same.

Oh admins and mods, if you find similar bad things, make sure to edit their free-text to " Bad Example "
Voted valadaar
June 10, 2013, 12:05
This almost feels like some sort of art piece. He could become something, but right now I get a very vague idea of him. Though I know more about his shaving practices then most NPCs I know of.

And I'm very ambivalent on the whole Bad Example freetext. It feels like the equivalent to a dunce-cap to me.

Voted Murometz
March 18, 2014, 23:15
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       By: ephemeralstability


Having left the hush of the upper halls, and crossed the depths of the Braeth (an underground river, which is not all that deep because bear in mind we're talking about gnomes here), you would find yourself in Wattling Street, the main road through Udnalor. It's actually a long, well-worn passageway which opens out eventually into the City Centre. The gnome-buildings branch off Wattling Street as small burrows or caverns with boulder-blocked doorways for privacy. You can find armourers and smiths (though their armour tends to be on the small side for humans to buy) and many other types of trader.

There are many streets, ginnels and cooies which run off Wattling Street, the most famous probably being Smell Street, the domain of the infamous gnomish alchemists, the eponymous smell being very distinctive: the stench of cooking fungus, the aroma of subterranean spices, the pungent reek of rotting carcasses (used in some of the more notorious experiments). An encounter with an alchemist can really be spiced up (excuse the pun) if you have a well-stocked herb cupboard, and actually make up the potions, elixirs and draughts as they are ordered by characters.

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