!!sKGW1u0HNtI 08/23/11(Tue)07:00 No.16034333|
Harley Kettlebound, halfling factotum and involuntary pit explorer. ("PULL ME UP! PULL ME UP!") Lawrence Norlic, the God of Revenge worshipping alchemist. Mason, the warblade, and the only sword-swinger in a group of diplomats. Sierra, the soulknife, bitten and scared in a medieval zombie apocalypse in a miles-long megacity. Felix Raeford, gnomish illusionist, who scared off an entire pack of orcs by thinking they were flanked and under assault. Zina, the undead warrior under the goddess of love, who followed the heroes around to protect them and eat a brain or two. Lien, the panda martial artist, who tried her best to save the paladin before he leapt into the oncoming drow below the group. Nohea Makaiwi ("Handsome Eyes of the Bones"), a.k.a. Me'e, the Hawaiian superhero born at the opening of World War II. Zoose the peasant, driven by a need to kill as many of the oncoming army as he can to make up for the loss of his wife and child. Lodi Resonin, hacker extraordinaire, one-time killer for the Mob and trying to keep as far away from them as he can.
And this isn't even thinking about the mass of freeform characters I've had. I remember them all. I log them all. I note them all. I make a point to remember every. goddamn. one. So yes, I remember my characters. Don't you DARE try to insinuate I don't remember my characters, if I can't remember anything else. I honor them, and none of them are left alone and wanting.