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Lily ‘Calla’ Brandybuck. Back story prep. One Ring RPG.

Posted in Entertainment, Gaming, Hobbies, Hobby, Tomboys, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 10, 2016 by urbannight
She should be in pants but the program won't let you put female Hobbits in pants.

She should be in pants but the program won’t let you put female Hobbits in trousers.

Once upon a time, in a part of the Shire called Buckland, a hobbit family with a lot of sons lived. The mother always wanted a little girl to dress up and do all the girlish things she wasn’t able to do with her sons. Eventually, she did have a baby girl, born with fair skin and a shock of black hair. What she didn’t count on is that any younger sibling wants to play with her older siblings. So little Lily, as her mother named her, wanted to tear around after her pack of older brothers. This did not really surprise much of the Shire, for most of the Hobbits living there thought those that lived in the Buckland area were a bit odd at best or downright mad at worst. They were a more curious and more active and more adventurous sort.

Lily’s mother despaired of ever getting her to behave properly and the more she pushed the more Lily tried to be like her brothers the more Lily resisted and the more troublesome she became.  Lily grew up to be a tomboy and troublemaker.  But at least she wasn’t a bully.  She like to pull pranks and practical jokes which occasionally got out of hand.

When two of Lily’s older brothers both reached their majority at 33 years of age, they wanted to take off and go adventuring.  Lily’s parents kitted her out in suitable clothes and travel gear and even got her bow and dagger for hunting and cooking and a short sword for protection.  They knew she at least had the basics down from practicing with her brothers who would occasionally get humans to teach them things when the went to town to trade with them.  They hoped that actually living in the rough, traveling, and making do for themselves would make Lily realize that adventuring wasn’t all that glamorous and she would finally come home and settle down and behave like a proper hobbit lady.  Well, as proper as a Hobbit from the Buckland side of the Shire can be.

Unfortunately, this plan backfired.  Lily loved to travel as much as her brothers.  She loved seeing new places and people.  She also discovered that most people underestimate Hobbits.  Either they treat them as children or they treat them as simple country folk who are innocent and naive.  To be protected or taken advantage of, depending on the other person’s inclinations.  Lily found this to be very advantageous and discovered a niche market for gathering and selling information on what competing businesses are doing in secret.  She also learned she was good at liberating object from one person to another.  This bothered her a bit but she discovered that a surprising number of people liked to blackmail others and people would pay her to get back the evidence the blackmailers had on them.  This wasn’t steady work put paid well enough.

To keep people from connecting this shady activities and her, she took on the name Calla to use for her wandering and her less than legal activities and used Lily Brandybuck for everyday living in town.  Strangely enough, she learned all the ladylike behavior her mother always wanted her to learn in order to keep people underestimating her.  So she played the part of a rather innocent young Hobbit woman who had enough curiosity about the world to want to travel.

Lily originally just followed along with her brothers.  But they were wanderers who were motivated by wanting to know what was over the next hill.  Lily liked traveling but she also wanted a home base.  Some place to go back to when she wanted a break.  She wanted a goal.  If she was going someplace new, she wanted a reason and a purpose.  Because of her skills in getting into places from which people wanted to keep others out, she became popular with treasure hunting groups, and was able to keep up a good living from her share of the treasure,  stealing back evidence from blackmailers, and the selling of information.

Lily continues to get letter from back home keeping her updated on the happenings in the Shire with inquires on when she plans to come home, settle down, and get married.  Lily suspects she will never return to the Shire. Maybe to visit, someday.  She suspects that if she ever marries, it will have to be a some one like her, who likes adventure but isn’t really a wanderer who has to keep moving all the time, and won’t expect her to behave like a proper Hobbit wife.  Lily will never be ‘proper’.

A Nerdtastic Engagement Party

Posted in Entertainment, Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 16, 2012 by urbannight

The Couple of Honor. Michelle and Justin

Last night was an Engagement Party that is probably not your normal engagement party.  The couple in question connected over the movie Tron and things progressed from there. The themes were: Tron, Batman, Transformers, Avengers, D&D, RPG, Pokemon, Harry Potter, Halloween, and a few other bits of randomness thrown in.


Jenn, The Hostess With The Mostess.

The Future Groom’s Life Disk.

Things that glow in the dark.

Platter of Geekgasmic Toys

Best Friends: Jenn, The Hostess and Michelle, The Future Bride

Blossom Potter??? Don’t ask me, Jenn made up the name.

Cork Board of Marital Advise

Yours Truly, in a less than flattering photo.

The Monday Blahs

Posted in Art, Books, Education, Gaming, Life, Movies and Theatre, Tea, Uncategorized, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 19, 2012 by urbannight

I’m feeling particularly Blahish today.  I was up too late playing SW’TOR.  I hoped to get my Sith Inquisitor up to lvl 16 and on her ship.  Her first companion would be a freaky looking, non-romanceble monster.  But that is my Dark Path character and he is a good guide for convo options that lead farther down the dark path.  I plan to play a Light Path Sith and a Dark Path Jedi as well to see what happens. 

Shadowrun is on hiatus for 6 weeks.  The GM’s creative writing course is ‘kicking him in the ass’ and he feels he can’t do both right now.  He is up to still getting together on Mondays, just so long as it isn’t a game he has to run and put time, effort, and energy into.  I know I shouldn’t end a sentence that way, but my brain just isn’t up to rewriting the sentence.  I think it goes back to staying up way to late on a Sunday night. 

But there will be NO Monday meeting tonight.  I do have a dinner tonight with my stitching group.  Petrow’s.  Yummy food.  Reasonable prices.  Good conversation.  And I get to give a scarf away.  If I finish it at lunch.  I should.  There is only a small amount of yarn left and then I just have to stitch up the tails.

I also got a Tardis all drawn out.  I may stop at the fabric store and try to pick something out.  I think I’ll make it up into a throw pillow.  I’ve pretty much decided on two forms right now.  A bluework piece on black and a blackwork piece.  The advantage is that I can use the same basic outline.  I’ll do the easier one first.  I’m leaning towards doing it on black silk, black velvet, or black crushed velvet.  Not sure yet.  I’ll have to take a look at the fabric first.

The morning is passing in extreme tedium and I’m dying here.  I’ve planned, plotted, and toyed with all sorts of ideas.  I re-organized all the desk top icons.  I read an article last week on why John Carter tanked at the box office and am thinking about writing a blog discussing those points and explaining why it was actually a good movie and people really ought to go see it.  But then my brain reminds me that it won’t be properly awake for a while longer and that is too much work right now. 

I would be so much happier if the phone were ringing off the hook with new claim calls.  I love busy days.  Well, sometimes I hate them.  But I always love how fast they make the day pass.

I’m trying to work out my plans for Saturday.  I have a wedding shower to attend and an Austinian tea party to attend.  Thankfully, it is not on Sunday.  I have a stitching group that day.  It would have been too much to juggle.  I don’t have appropriate period dress, but that is okay.  If I have fun, I can always make something up.  The hostess is short and large chested as well and has patterns she figured out for dealing with that issue.  I mean Austinian as in a Jane Austin recreationist group.  Just in case people didn’t figure that one out.

I’ve known for years that I have too many hobbies.  I wish days were longer but people still only needed the same amount of sleep.  Then I might find time to do more of them.  Or keep them all caught up at the same time.  I suppose I better focus.  Maybe some serious caffeine will help.

ShadowRun Character Development Draft

Posted in Entertainment, Gaming, Writing with tags , , , , , , on January 12, 2012 by urbannight

With all the changes in the world, one thing hadn’t changed.  Tourism was still big business.  Small access roads led down to scenic overlooks were people could still take images of landscapes and points of interests.  This particular access road had been shut down some years ago.  It looked out over a small valley in which the Horizon Corporate Clinic stood.  It was a private hospital serving the employees of the Horizon Corporation.

An elf knelt low to the ground, coordinating the team currently inside.  Her part of the job was over and this was the rendezvous point.  Her iridescent, peacock colored, second skin suit blended in with the night and with the swirling mist that was coming in off the lake.  Her dark leather duster drapped over the ground as she kept her profile low.  Good thing she had black hair, but her fair skin had to be covered with a dark powder dusting.

When a competitor approached Illyanna’s team about sabotaging the renovations of the HCC, she was glad to take the job.  This was where her life changed.  A little bit of payback was a long time in coming.  Her family was a Horizon family.  Most of the Nakora’s worked for the company in one capacity or another in mid-level to high level positions.  In her teens, do to her good looks and classic ‘black-irish’ coloring, her family was grooming her for a public relations position, to become the face of the company.  A pleasant, cheerful, athletic young woman to speak for the company on the vids, at press releases, and in a variety of public functions.

After a riding accident resulted in a broken nose, she was rushed into the HCC to get it fixed quickly and make sure it didn’t damage her looks.  She didn’t expect to wake up to discover that the company had performed a forbidden medical procedure.  With the idea that they could use her to influence the competition, or anyone else they needed to interact with, they had altered her pheromones.

After that, she slipped away the first chance she got.  Hiding out among the lower layers of society, she found her way into the running business.  She could have charmed her way into a competitor’s company, but she wanted people to lose track of her for a few years.  At the same time, she found a brothel owner with the ambition and skills for greater things but lacked the resources to get herself into a better building with better girls. Illyanna did charm her way into a hostess only job, using the tailored pheromones to influence people into Madam Sakura’s establishment and into paying more.  As the money started rolling in, the madam was able to move twice into better building and then build her own place to her specifications.  She ended up with a high-class establishment that specialized in exotic tastes and catered to the rich and powerful.  Illyanna’s payment in this silent partnership was a suite of private rooms for herself.  Here she meet with contacts and clients she couldn’t meet in public venues.

Madam Sakura, herself, was a useful contact at times. But Madam Sakura could be counted on to look out for herself.  She might not sell Illyanna out, but business was business and information, like everything else, wasn’t free. She wouldn’t put herself or her business at risk for Illiana.

In fact, it was Madam Sakura who had set up the meeting with this Johnson.  It wasn’t the type of job she normally took.  She normally took information gathering jobs, corporate espionage, and the like.  Things she could do as an independent or with one or two short-term partners she had used in the past.  This job was different.  It would need a bigger team.  But when she learned the target, she couldn’t resist accepting.  She would have to rely on her occasional partners for some recommendations.

All of which is how she ended up on an overlook waiting for the rest of her team to get out of the hospital.  If it was just employee’s, Illyanna wouldn’t have worried about the people in the hospital. But it served their families, so there were kids there.  It wasn’t too hard to face a chemleak and get the place evac’ed.  For some reason, the employer’s wanted the sabotage to be big and splashy and to make it look like a political statement.  Everything was set, they should have been out by now.  Something was wrong.  The building went up in a blaze of colors.  It was loud, bright, and very pretty.  Not only was the new construction and the wing under renovation destroyed, they took out the entire complex.

Still dead air.  No communication.  After a suitable wait, in case the team got out just before the blast, Illyanna turned and cautiously went back to where she left her transportation. She made her way back to the main road and slipped quietly, and quickly, into town and into a group of people leaving the stadium theatre.

Was the team caught and delayed so that they didn’t make it out?  Was it a set-up and none of them were supposed to survive?  Did her team set her up and leave in a different direction?  If it was the first, she could still collect the fee.  If it was the second, Mr. Johnson would believe her dead and have no need to return to her office.  In fact, he would probably believe that the Madam would turn the rooms into more space for her to use.  He wouldn’t know that the one iron-clad contract between her and Madam Sakura was that those rooms were Illyanna’s.  No matter how long she was gone.  If it was the third case, then she didn’t know if the team managed to plant any evidence that might survive the blast and the fire.  She better lay low for a while.

… Over the course of time, she was able to talk, charm, and bargain her way to the data from the investigation.  Once she established that there was no information to link her to the explosion and that Mr. Johnson hadn’t set them up so the employer could avoid paying, she collected the fee and increased her lifestyle for a while.  She started to make connections with people in various Corps.  People with whom her father was in competition with.  And rumors of a Nakora working against Horizon began to spread…