Golden☆Boy

The earth beneath him started shaking. At the same time, a pale blue light emerged in front of him, granting him back his beloved banjo, his longbow and a set of arrows. “A gift… from the ancient Gods..!”, more like… a temporary solution to help us stay alive, granted by their captors. Asher, please pay more attention next time.

The ground started shaking harder. He turned around, seeing a wave of monsters charging in his direction. Skeletons? Goblins? He couldn’t even tell, there were just too many. All he knew is that he had to run fast, and either find shelter or allies, preferably both. He put the bow on his back, grabbed his banjo and ran as fast as he could.

While he was running, others around him started fighting these monsters off. A lot fighting styles and weapons were foreign to him, but he still wanted to help. He just wasn’t the strongest fighter, or even used to fighting things solo. He needed to find possible allies, quick. Allies he knew how to help.

He stopped running. Did he just spot… another half-elf? No way! And this person… he fought, like a monk! Could it be……. Another half-elf, here? Was this guy also brought to this place from the Forgotten Realms? Immediately he felt some kind of kinship, without even knowing this person.

Without hesitation he jumped right into the fight, next to this other half-elf. 

🐉

“I wonder….Is there some kind of Guild hall that may have been opened here for possible adventures. I’m yearning to ride into the sunset and find some fun.”

SEND ✏ AND I WILL DRAW YOUR MUSE TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITIES! // (closed)

wingedlorelei:

Exhilaration still courses through her veins, a post-performance giddiness that amplifies her delight at hearing his praise for music. Another milestone to achieving her dream of ten years and counting seems to be cleared. This young man may not be any of her group mates, but the duet with him was reminiscent of her first practices with each SPiKA member. Music had instantly woven unbreakable bonds among them and she hoped the same with him.

He speaks well, without hiding behind a wall of reservation or timidness and characteristic of a true performer. Her smile only grows at meeting someone whom she can share a similar passion with and she has to hide her amusement as his awkwardness with the banjo. 

––!

She’s startled when he takes her hand. It is the gesture of a gentleman, but his words and overzealous behavior makes her internally recoil. Amanodel, as he introduces himself, suddenly turns to dramatics and using a more over-exaggerated way of speaking. Her initial impression of him isn’t wrong––he is an entertainer through and through––but now she sees him in a different light. Something special? He knows she can feel it too? Surely he could have chosen better words. 

“…Yeah.” The smile on her face remains, though her eyes shift aware from his. “Dying really isn’t on my list of things to do here. Or anywhere, for that matter!” If this is an anime, perhaps like that one magical girls’ show a lot of her classmates are fans of, a few drops of sweat will be sliding down the side of her face. Fortunately, reality allows her to school her expression and maintain pleasantries. “A team…” Her gaze falls on a conspicuously chromatic figure across the street. “A group of three might be even better, I think. We can accomplish more.”

( banjobard → wingedlorelei → @nicegirlchroma )

Chroma casts furtive glances in every direction, as if desperately searching for something. “I’ll NEVER find them at this rate!” She slumped to the ground in defeat, dropping the wooden mace she was holding. “No, I can’t give up yet!” she said, “I just have to think! Let’s see… If my enemy was running away, and I didn’t know where he was, what would I do? Well, the problem is all these people and buildings hiding him. If I had the high ground… that’s it!” She suddenly stood up and held her mace over her head triumphantly, startling several passersby. Without looking both ways, or even either way, she began running across the street, then jumped up to the top of the crumbled ruins of a nearby building in a single bound.

At least, that was what she meant to do.She only managed to jump a story or two up in the air before she started to fall, right into the side of the building. She fell to the ground flat on her back. “I’m-” she was interrupted by her mace landing directly on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. “OK” she gasped. “I’m OK! No need to worry about me!” As far as she could tell, no one was. She stood back up, grabbed her mace, and dusted herself off. “Right,” she muttered to herself, “I’m super weak now for some reason. Gotta be more careful and keep that in- Hey!”

Her train of thought was interrupted when she finally found what she’d been looking for. “Hey! You!” She shouted while pointing at someone holding a tiny Hamtaro banjo, “You with the, uh, music thing! I was-” 

She was interrupted by a small chunk of rubble that she had knocked free from the building falling on her head. “Ow”

Maybe his entrance and introduction was a bit much, or a bit too direct and old-fashioned for this world? He just hoped he didn’t embarrass the girl, or worse… made her feel uncomfortable. But what’s been done has been done. No point in worrying about it.

“A group of three? An excellent suggestion, there is strength in numbe-”, before Asher could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud “HEY, YOU !”. He turned around, seeing a girl with rainbow coloured hair, pointing at him, approaching them from across the street.  “W-wha...who me?” It caught him a bit off guard. However, she mentioned the “music thing”, so she must have meant him. There was no one else around holding an instrument, or anything remotely close to an instrument. Did this girl see their duet earlier? Was she a new fan? As he wondered what she could possibly want from him, he saw her get hit by a piece of rubble, right on her head. “Oof!”

He rushed over to the girl. “Are you alright. Are you hurt?”, from observation only, the girl looked a bit weakened, but he didn’t want to make any assumptions. But for moments like these, it was good that Asher still possessed his healing powers. “Is there anything we can do to help??”, he exclaimed, then signaling Rion to come over and help.

We present to you.... Team Toto !

Asher @banjobard | Chroma @nicegirlchroma | Rion @wingedlorelei

We are here to bless the rains place a beacon down on Radiale.

Nuance or not, he stops to toss a sharp look over his shoulder. His expression is cold, but not hostile. As soon as he sees what bothersome person is throwing a fit, his gaze passes right over the pointed hat and no further impression is made.

“I don’t know what ‘it’ is and I don’t care.” Already giving up on the conversation, the last three words barely make it out as a muted grumble. 

The cold expression was intimidating, even a bit frightening to Asher. And while he didn’t know exactly what “it” was either, he was surprised that the other man didn’t even want to know. He was just… so cool. But Asher would never openly admit to thinking this.

@banjobard

“A bard? How majestic! I’ve no tongue for song myself, but i can give you a story from a land i visited in my homeworld! Once upon a time lived a woman named five! now, most people they make fun of this girl when they spotted her. They tell one another give me Five and high five each other, snickern and snorta outta the corner of their eyes at her. So one day she put a curse on her name. she decreed any and all that said the number five would die! Well, right quick she changed it to vanishing.”

Rindō grinned and took a sip of the water, relaxing.

“Well, this soon came to be known to tha crafty anansi! He was a small person, not very strong, and so, tha man used his brain! If he could make people say tha number five he’d no longer need to work quite so hard for his family! So, he took five yam seeds and planted em in the earth. The first person didn’t fall for his trick, where he’d ask people to count! But soon someone did! He was able to take the pilfered goods home. Things went well, until ms. guinea fowl! dear could neva say no. She counted the yams and announced rather five The one i’m standing on! after a few more demands, the spider himself shouted the number and vanished!

The red haired lady took Asher a bit off guard, but she offered him a story, and the young bard could never resist a good story. “Well, not everyone can sing, but I’m sure everyone is talented at something”, he sat down, taking the seat in front of her. “But please, go on! I am always interested in a tale I haven’t heard before, especially those from other worlds.”

With curiosity, he listened to her tale about this woman named Five.

A few RP ideas/possibilities for my OC Asher. If you’re interested in any of these, shoot me a reply/message or like this post and I’ll IM you here (or Twitter DM / Discord if that’s easier), so we can discuss and exchange some ideas ! 

Friends ☆ He is new around here and doesn’t really know many people yet, so a friend could always come in handy. Asher likes to practice magic and archery, so a practice partner would be neat. (Even though he currently doesn’t own a bow.) He is also extremely passionate about music, so he’d definitely be interested in someone who would like to jam from time to time. Even if your muse doesn’t share any interests with Asher, I’m sure he’d love to get to know them and we can figure something out!

Bandmates ☆ To elaborate on his love for music, Asher is a bard and knows how to sing & play banjo, lute, flute, piano and violin. He dedicated most of his time to music. However, he is currently only in possesion of a tiny hamtaro banjo. He would love to start some kind of band with others who are just as passionate and serious about this, but for now is only able to sing or attempt to play the tiny banjo.

Partner-in-crime ☆ With Charlatan as his character background, Asher is able to forge documents and signatures, among some other shady skills. He has ran dozens of scams before, ranging from simple card tricks to more elborate schemes like, breaking into a heavily guarded building to steal an important item. Asher is pretty much open to anything, street performances, pickpocketing, or scheming for bigger cons. It would be cool to team-up with to run cons and scams together.

Gamble crew ☆ Asher loves to gamble. He has a preference for non-casino and table games, especially if they include cards or dice. If challenged, he won’t be able to say no to a game. He would love to hang out with someone, or even a small group, who share his love games and gambling. It would be fun if they could end up running a small illegal underground casino in some backroom of a shady bar.

Adventurers ☆ Coming from a traditional d&d setting, Asher would still be interested in forming a group with like-minded allies to go on adventures together. This could be exploring and investigating the city together (and hopefully soon also the areas outside of the city). Or going on “quests”, for example doing errands or small jobs for other characters/muses.

Rival/enemy ☆ I’m pretty much open to both one-sided and mutual rivalries, this could be either because of his musical ambition, or because someone just simply cannot stand Asher’s guts. I also wouldn’t be surprised if he’d make any enemies with that big mouth of his, or whever a scam goes wrong / he gets caught.

The words coming from her mouth aren’t of her native language and, yet, no breaks or pauses deter the melodious chant. As if Lorelei incarnate, her solo invites a wandering youth, whose voice joins hers in harmony and catches her completely unaware. Her eyes widen at the unusual figure, donning clothes befitting that of a cosplay––there are too many people on this island whom she can describe the exact same way––and carrying a painfully miniscule instrument in his hands. 

Still, her heart soars at the broad grin on his face. Even in a situation as dire as this, someone is able to express joy through music. For the first time since arrival, the corners of her mouth curl up into a genuine, satisfied smile. It’s an expression she wears all the time after a concert, as the audience erupts in thunderous applause and cries for encores. 

“You pulled that accompaniment off really well, even with a…” Her voice trails off when she scrutinizes the banjo again. Is that a Hamtaro toy?! The sight of it dissolves the rest of her dissent with Ofiuco’s orders and she bursts into laughter. “E-Even with a tiny H-Hamtaro banjo… Hahaha…!” The girl’s small frame quivers as tears form in her eyes. Talent comes in so many different forms. 

She doesn’t really stop giggling even when she gives a courteous bow, though she’s regained control over the shakiness of her voice. “My name is Rion Kugayama! It’s nice to meet you.” 

 “Music really does bring people together huh.” As they left the bystanders, that witnessed their little performance, wanting for more, it was the first time since Asher’s arrival in the Spirale that he felt truly comfortable again. They brought happiness to the “audience”, and his newfound duet partner genuinely seemed happy too. Audience happy, girl happy: that’s a win-win.

"Why thank you! And uhh, well…“, he quickly hid the banjo behind his back, almost a little bit embarrassed. “Oh this little thing you mean? Forget about that. They took my actual banjo away from me, you know- the actual thing, not this… tiny toy.” If he only knew who exactly took his beloved banjo, and what to do to get it back. “Anyway..!”, he continued, “Your voice is incredible. You must have trained hard to achieve a vocal range like that. I am beyond impressed.”

“Rion Kugayama…”, he repeated after her. “A beautiful name. I’m Asher. Asher Amanodel, at your service“, he took her hand and did a little bow in return. “But look, let’s just… get right to the point. You and me, we have a connection. What just happened right there, our duet, that was special! I know you feel it too...”, he let go of her hand. “And I do not mean to scare you, but you did see the announcement, we all did. And I don’t wanna die just yet!”, and there it was. The melodramatic bardic side is coming out. “Let’s team up and win over this city, you and me! Today we take Spirale, tomorrow- the entire world! What do you say?”, he asked, reaching out his hand to her.

…oh. That’s why it sounded familiar: he was doing it to them. That meme. 

Goddamnit. She thought it wouldn’t be in this city but apparently it existed.

“Dude, what the hell? What is ‘it’?” She raised an eyebrow,

“…Did you kill someone? Is that why you’re standin’ there?” How did her mind jump to the guy murdering someone? She didn’t know, maybe the coffee was getting to her (or not). Either way, the question was so out there; what the hell Scout?”

Asher hasn’t been very long in this city, he had still no recollection whatsoever on how he was brought here, and who or what exactly took him. So his plan was to sublty approach others, by blocking their way and “doing it to em”, so maybe he was able to start up a conversation to gain information.

“You know... It.”, he made a vague hand gesture again. This certainly wasn’t helping his cause. “Either you know what I’m talking about. Or ya don’t.”

It was quite a daring and unexpected move; the lack of context is what made it so mysterious. Or at least... so he thought. In reality, the move didn’t go as succesful as he thought it would. What even was he expecting to come out of this anyway?

“KILL someone? Excuse me, I would never. You see, I am a noble, I would not get my hands dirty like that”, Asher responded with full confidence. However, it was a lie, the ‘never having killed anyone’-part, not the noble part. Back in Phandelver, he was accessory to murder, alledgedly. But there was no way that anyone in this place could have known about this. 

> You just want to have a peaceful and uneventful day on Radiale Island.

> But, as per usual, something tries to prevent that.

> So you simply remove the obstruction by picking it up and setting it aside in the grass.

> The path is now clear.

“HeY don’t- don’t DO THAt”, Asher protested as he was being picked up, and set aside, by this kind of edgy looking man.

As he was put down, the man simply proceeded on the path without paying any more attention to him.

“They just kinda left you here too, huh? I actually haven’t really made myself at home yet.” 

All things considered, there were worse situations to be in. The condo is very nice, much nicer than her actual house. That doesn’t make it any less jarring or okay though.  

“I haven’t claimed any room yet, so take your pick. I’ll just take whatever’s left. And, uh. I’m Misaki. Misaki Okusawa.”

She takes a glance around the kitchen, pristine and full of new appliances. Did anyone live here before them? There’s food in the fridge, so…

“My band’s…a little erratic, I guess. I don’t think any of them are here in the city, but we had the motto of ‘making music that makes people happy’. So…whatever genre that is.” 

Still, she’d be lying if she didn’t miss practicing or writing lyrics. She might have to take him up on that offer…

“Yeah they did… One moment I was just… chilling, ya know? Next thing, I wake up here next to a giant hole in the ground. Shit was crazy! So yeah I didn’t really get the chance to make myself at home either.” Considering that Asher wasn’t even sure if he was ready to accept this place as his new home just yet. “Heck I don’t even remember how I got to this city”, he laughed, but then paused for a bit. With melancholy in his voice he asked, “Do you… remember how you got here?”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Misaki!”, He was truly happy that out of all the people he could have ended up sharing a place with, it was with another musician. ”And I would like to take the first room, the one in the back, if that’s alright.”

He followed Misaki into the kitchen, taking a closer look around, while opening some closets and cupboards. The kitchen was very nice; clean and modern. The fridge was stocked, which is a good thing, since none of the shops outside seemed to be open yet.

“Making your audience happy is important, and making music that makes people happy is a wonderful goal for every musician, I respect that. And who knows, it’s a big city, maybe you’ll run into your bandmates eventually?”