Adventures of Caelereth

Name
Caithren Shudmeyer

Gender
Male

Age
21

Race
Halfling

Tribe
Helmonds Shire

Occupation
Miscreant

Title
Jack of All Trades

Overview
Caithren is a cocksure, in your face, wisecracking nuisance. Enough said about his overall personality, Caithren tends to be over intuitive, underhanded and downright uncivil at times. Known as “That short fellow what swindled me” to most “Caithren” to his associates and “that damned hobbit” to anyone in a position of respectable authority. The less said about his behaviour and language, the better.

Physical Appearance
Caith, as he is known to some, is roughly a ped tall, with a tangled mess of auburn hair that looks like it hasn’t seen any form of water other than rain for months on end, nor a comb for that matter. He tends to walk with something of a cross between a skip and a mad run for his life, dependant on the situation. He has a “rather dashing” looking scar on his right cheek and a pair of wily looking blue eyes and a charismatic smile to match. He is longer in the leg than he is in the body, and lacks the rather prominent “build” of his folk, though this is generally attributed to the fair amount of exercise he gets being run out of towns, villages, inns, taverns and any other respectable establishment that could possibly come to mind as well as several... well less than respectable establishments.
   
Clothes
Caith wears a pair of burgundy slacks, a rather dirty shirt that may have at one time been white and a red vest, which is in much the same condition as the rest of his clothing. Being a hobbit, he does not wear shoes, even in the coldest of climates (though what respectable sort of hobbit would get caught away from hearth and food I do not know). Caith also has a longish ankle length traveling jacket made of leather and lined on the inside, which occasionally doubles as a blanket or a sleeping mat if the situation should call for it. The jacket has numerous pockets where Caith keeps the occasional trick or two as well as a “damned wicked sharp” dagger.

Personality
Caith will not stop talking unless his life or his wallet depended on it. Numerous times he has talked his way into and out of trouble as well as at the most inopportune time piped up and offended someone or said something he oughtn’t have said. He is overconfident most of the time, optimistic much of the time and downright uncivil whenever it is possible. In short, Caithren has a mouth on him and he knows how to use it, along with a silver tongue as sharp as any dagger. He is possibly the worst character witness you could look to ever for proof of hobbitish personality and habbits.
   
a) Strengths

Charisma-Caithren has a talent for talking. It’s one of his few redeeming qualities. Charisma simply oozes off of his person at times and he never seems to run out of opportune compliments and methods of giving lip service to people, particularly those in positions of authority.

Wit-Along with his charisma, this is the only other quality that anyone would find of use on a day-to-day basis. The cogs in Caith’s mind are a never ceasing piece of machinery, constantly churning out ideas, insults, and witty comments on a regular basis.

Fast Feet-As a result of a fair bit of running and dodging and generally getting out of unpleasant situations, Caithren can run rather quickly when necessary, even though he prefers a jaunty sort of stride most of the time.

Boomerang- Caithren is somewhat proficient with his boomerang, though because of the metal edge it still occasionally cuts his hand.

b) Weaknesses

Overconfident-Caith’s general aura of overconfidence is obvious enough that a deaf man would smell it if he couldn’t hear it in Caith’s speech. He thinks he will not run out of ideas and ways of getting out of trouble. This however is not the case.

Mouthy- Caith is mouthy in the extreme. He will not stop talking unless unconscious, though he has been known to talk in his sleep as well. He will mouth off to almost anyone at anytime unless he has a very good deal of respect for him or her. Needless to say, this is why his feet wind up having to run so fast.

Greed-If there’s money to be had, Caithren will be there. The tinkling sound of copper, silver and gold coins is irresistible to Caith and he will go very far in pursuit of the elusive goldbard, usually failing to regard the law and sometimes his own safety and that of others.

History
Caithren was born in Helmondshire, the son of an enterprising, gentlemanly sort of hobbit, the polar opposite of his wily, boistrous over-the top son. Hoping his son would grow up to be a farmer, Caithren was taught as such. This was not the case.
Caithren ran away from home at the age of 15 and began to become the person he is today. He never really became mouthy perse; some say it is a defensive mechanism against the rest of the world. He would start talking and never stop. He also never really fit in. Some said it was bad blood on his mother's side, others say he was just born queer, but Caith always attributes it to a general "overall 'atred of the 'ole lifestyle, 'cept the food, the food I could get used to."

Caithren took up thievery and odd jobs ranging from messenger to scullery in order to keep himself fed. As a result of this, Caithren has developed something of a plethora of skills. While he excels at absolutely nothing beyond eating his fill and perhaps running away, Caithren has knowledge enough to pass as some sort of worker of any respectable descripton except a farmer.

Caithren's travels, as best documented by his frequent traveling partner the mullorc Dagaz, have led him across the length and bredth of Southern Sarvonia, from Ciosa to Bardavos, from Astran to Remusiat from Voldar to Strata and beyond in a frantic dash between hunger, danger and general mischief whenever possible. Caithren's more notable exploits include disrupting a concert by a Masterbard in Bardavos by replacing a meat pie with one filled with corbies, stealing the wig of a nobleman and attaching it to the weathervane on the victim's house and colouring the water in the well of a small town bright green, leading to a state of minor panic and several rather angered housewives threatening to have his hide.

Caithren has consorted with everyone from dwarves to brownies, including orcs and occasionally the mullorc Dagaz, who seems to have been the only repetitive associate for four years by most accounts. The most reliable stories place Caithren meeting Dagaz a little south of Astran, and picking up again with him a little west of Astran while being chased by a rather angry group of drunks.

A second meeting occured three months later, when Dagaz encountered Caithren in the company of a group of Black Butterfly Rovers, where he managed to be run out after a rather major... indiscretion which he prefers not to speak about.

The pair traveled for a month until they split up in Milkengrad, where Caithren caught a ship north. He managed to hitch a ride with a caravan into Remusian lands. The excursion ended poorly, with Caithren secreted in a ship's hold and not likely to return to the north for fear of the Remusian port authorities among others.

For the past while, Caithren has been wandering the Santharian heartland and trying not to get himself hanged or otherwise "kilt".

During these travels Caith acquired his new favourite “toy” a metal edged boomerang. Occasionally he still cuts himself, due to the fact that he had to train himself how to throw it so that it “won’t come back and slice me ‘ead off.” He also met Writ, a stray Chollian waterdog. The stray followed Caithren right out of town (mostly because he smelt like meat.) and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Weapons
A boomerang and a dagger, though it is large enough to be a sword for the little hobbit. The boomerang is metal edged and is lovingly referred to by Caith as “like a lit’l puppy, but occasionally it don’t come back, or try to bite your ‘and”

Belongings
Boomerang aside, the only belonging that Caith has of any value is Writ, his dog.

Familiars
Caith has a rather large dog, which he can ride if need be. The dog is named Writ, and is a rather stout companion. He is a Cholian Waterdog, with a dirty gold coloured fur streaked with bits of brown. Rather quiet most of the time, Writ only seems to bark at persons who smell of perfume or somesuch trifle; Caith has often said " 'E just don't like 'em nobles... no one does mind choo." Writ is intensely loyal and is exceptionally good at producing that forlorn stare that would make your heart melt.

I've done gone and created the anti-hobbit! it's the most unhobbitlike hobbit you'll ever meet!

Though they may travel together and usually they are together. Odds are at some point they will not be interacting with the same person at the same time. Or doing the same thing at the same time., therefore it is likely you will need to make separate accounts for them with their CDs unique to each user name.

Alright then. Just experimenting. Sucks that I've got to pull a new e-mail though.

If you use yahoo email you can have upto 4 user names sharing the same email account. This is what I have done since the migration of the RPG boards. There are also some other useful tips in my thread in the OOC forum. :)

alright twen. If you don't  mind it'd be appreciated if we kept to the comments only here. Just in case you're wondering i've not yet managed to get the other CD reformated and reposted.

I love hobbit characters. My comments are in Gray (i've decided to take that as my new commenting color, seeing as others use red, and the color seems to show.

Name
Caithren

Gender
Male

Age
19 This is a bit young, Hobbits age slowly I believe.

Race
Halfling

Tribe
(this really wasn’t specified on the site for hobbits) The two tribes that have write ups are avialable onsite, though they are really just hobbits from different shires, and not really what one might call tribes. Click on the southern sarvonia link when you access the hobbit menu and you will see them.

Occupation
Mercenary of sorts

Title
Jack of All Trades

Overview
Caithren is a cocksure, in your face, wisecracking nuisance. I like him already Enough said about his overall personality, Caithren tends to be over intuitive, underhanded and downright uncivil at times This seems rather unhobbit like.. Known as “That short fellow what swindled me” to most “Caithren” to his associates and “that damned hobbit” to anyone in a position of respectable authority. Once again, not very hobbitesque, they are usually much more laid back.

Physical Appearance

Caith as he is known to some is roughly a ped tall, with a tangled mess of auburn hair that looks like it hasn’t seen any form of water other than rain for months on end, nor a comb for that matter. He tends to walk with something of a cross between a skip and a mad run for his life, dependant on the situation. He has a “rather dashing” looking scar on his right cheek and a pair of wily looking blue eyes and a charismatic smile to match. He is longer in the leg than he is in the body, and lacks the rather prominent “hobbitish belly” of his folk that usually doesn't show up untill the later years. So his lacking is pretty normal, though this is generally attributed to the fair amount of exercise he gets being run out of towns, villages, inns, taverns and any other respectable establishment that could possibly come to mind as well as several less than respectable establishments as well.
   
Clothes

Caith wears a pair of burgundy slacks, a rather dirty shirt that may have at one time been white, and a red vest, which is in much the same condition as the rest of his clothing. Being a hobbit, he does not wear shoes, even in the coldest of climates (though what respectable sort of hobbit would get caught away from hearth and food I do not know)on that subject, why does he?. Caith also has a longish ankle length traveling jacket made of leather and lined on the inside, which occasionally doubles as a blanket or a sleeping mat if the situation should call for it. The jacket has numerous pockets where Caith keeps the occasional trick or two as well as a “damned wicked sharp” dagger.

Personality

Caith will not stop talking unless his life or his wallet depended on it. Numerous times he has talked his way into and out of trouble as well as at the most inopportune time piped up and offended someone or said something he oughtn’t have said. He is overconfident most of the time, optimistic most of the time and downright uncivil whenever it is possible. once again, hobbits are just about the image of civil, in most cases In short, Caithren has a mouth on him and he knows how to use it, along with a silver tongue as sharp as any dagger.
   
a) Strengths

Charisma-Caithren has a talent for talking. It’s one of his few redeeming qualities. Charisma simply oozes off of his person at times and he never seems to run out of opportune compliments and methods of giving lip service to people, particularly those in positions of authority.

Wit-Along with his charisma, this is the only other quality that anyone would find of use on a day-to-day basis. The cogs in Caith’s mind are a never ceasing piece of machinery, constantly churning out ideas, insults, and witty comments on a regular basis.

Fast Feet-As a result of a fair bit of running and dodging and generally getting out of unpleasant situations, Caithren can run rather quickly when necessary, even though he prefers a jaunty sort of stride most of the time.

b) Weaknesses

Overconfident-Caith’s general aura of overconfidence is obvious enough that a blind deaf man would smell it if he couldn’t hear it in Caith’s speech. He thinks he will not run out of ideas and ways of getting out of trouble. This however is not the case.

Mouthy- Caith is mouthy in the extreme. He will not stop talking unless unconscious, though he has been known to talk in his sleep as well. He will mouth off to almost anyone at anytime unless he has a very good deal of respect for him or her. Needless to say, this is why his feet wind up having to run so fast.

Greed-If there’s money to be had, Caithren will be there. The tinkling sound of copper, silver and gold coins is irresistible to Caith and he will go very far in pursuit of the elusive goldbard, usually failing to regard the law and sometimes his own safety and that of others.

Looks good now, but the Orc will need to keep it balanced

History

Caithren was born in Helmonds Shire This would make youre tribe "Helmonds Shire, the son of an enterprising, gentlemanly sort of hobbit. Hopping that is like jumping up and down. hoping is the word you are loking for his son would grow up to be a farmer, Caithren was taught as such. This was not the case It sounds like you are saying his being taught to farm was not the case, rather than the fact that he chose a different life. Caithren ran away from home at the age of 15 and began to become the person he is today. He never really became mouthy?; some say it is a defensive mechanism against the rest of the world. He would start talking and never stop. Your point is now officially lost to me. Also it would be wise to break this into paragraphs by topic, but there isn't really enough meat for that, so rather use very very nice transitions Around age 17 while hanging around the gates of Nyermersys, Caithren ran into, quite literally, Scyern. The Osther-Oc orc would up giving him the scar on his right cheek after Caith ran his mouth ahead of his brain and insulted the imposing orc. The two became fast friends. Scyern was not that fast with “thinking sort of things” and Caith couldn’t fight all that well. The pair set themselves up as mercenaries of sorts and began traveling the land. You are going to ned more basis than that. Better sentence structure and transitions would also help.
 
During these travels Caith acquired his new favourite “toy”, a metal edged boomerang. Occasionally he still cuts himself, due to the fact that he had to train himself how to throw it so that it “ won’t come back and slice me ‘ead off.” This skill should be written up in his strengths, though you can note his lack of ability

Weapons

A boomerang and a dagger, though it is large enough to be a sword for the little hobbit. The boomerang is metal edged and is lovingly referred to by Caith as “like a lit’l puppy, but occasionally it don’t come back, or try to bite your ‘and”

Belongings

Boomerang aside, the only belonging that Caith has of any value is Writ, his dog.

Familiars

Caith has a rather big dog, which he can ride if need be. The dog is named Writ, and is a rather stout companion. If you can call the big lug of an orc a familiar I’d guess Scyern counts too… you might tell us what kind of dog he is, and perhaps a bit about his personality?

Its a nice CD, but you need to describe why he is the way he is. Hobbits are peace loving and enjoy the comforts of home and hearth. Fix up some grammar issues and give us some transitions. With a bit more explaination im sure this will be a quick approval. Can't wait to read the orc.

Rvahr. The comments were in BLACK. It is nae impossible to read them without highlighting the phrases

Seriously? They show up great on my screen! lol. Perhaps because my contrast is better than yours? I have no idea.  :undecided:

What should be my newest commenting color then? Blue shows terrible in the new forums, and green is pikes thing.. eh w/e. Well, you can deal with highlighting for now.

and you thought I was serious. Color any better now? You are one lucky dude, my halfling friend, because now you are my official color test dummy.

try yellow. Yellow is cool. Everyone else's colours come up fine, it's just you i think.

right then... edits... more edits... still working... but putting exclamation up again.

Still working = pencil icon

i know twen. the icon was chsnged because it was at a stage for further  comments.

Ok Niccoli, simple and to the point. Ready for comments means all comments have been integrated and those that have not are properly addressed with reasons WHY they were not done. The posticon does not change in midstride, because further comments before these points are addressed could lead others to comment on things you are working on. You have run into this particular point in other forums and created tension over it, hence I lay it to rest for you in the CD-Creation forum. "As my friend Rvahr would put it: That is how I roll." ;) End of discussion.

I'm now entirely sure that I've gotten everything integrated.

Yep definetly sure. I am completly sure that aside from a nominal spell check, everything should be there.

Name
Caithren Shudmeyer

Gender
Male

Age
19

Race
Halfling

Tribe
Helmonds Shire

Occupation
Mercenary of sorts

Title
Jack of All Trades

Overview
Caithren is a cocksure, in your face, wisecracking nuisance. Enough said about his overall personality, Caithren tends to be over intuitive, underhanded and downright uncivil at times. Known as “That short fellow what swindled me” to most “Caithren” to his associates and “that damned hobbit” to anyone in a position of respectable authority.

Physical Appearance
Caith as he is known to some is roughly a ped tall, with a tangled mess of auburn hair that looks like it hasn’t seen any form of water other than rain for months on end, nor a comb for that matter. He tends to walk with something of a cross between a skip and a mad run for his life, dependant on the situation. He has a “rather dashing” looking scar on his right cheek and a pair of wily looking blue eyes and a charismatic smile to match. He is longer in the leg than he is in the body, and lacks the rather prominent “build” of his folk, though this is generally attributed to the fair amount of exercise he gets being run out of towns, villages, inns, taverns and any other respectable establishment that could possibly come to mind as well as several... well, less than respectable establishments.
   
Clothes
Caith wears a pair of burgundy slacks, a rather dirty shirt that may have at one time been white and a red vest, which is in much the same condition as the rest of his clothing. Being a hobbit, he does not wear shoes, even in the coldest of climates (though what respectable sort of hobbit would get caught away from hearth and food I do not know). Caith also has a longish ankle length traveling jacket made of leather and lined on the inside, which occasionally doubles as a blanket or a sleeping mat if the situation should call for it. The jacket has numerous pockets where Caith keeps the occasional trick or two as well as a “damned wicked sharp” dagger.

Personality
Caith will not stop talking unless his life or his wallet depended on it. Numerous times he has talked his way into and out of trouble as well as at the most inopportune time piped up and offended someone or said something he oughtn’t have said. He is overconfident most of the time, optimistic most of the time and downright uncivil whenever it is possible using most of the time twice really kills an other wise very smooth read. Instead perhaps "He is often overconfident, flagrantly optimistic, and...". In short, Caithren has a mouth on him and he knows how to use it, along with a silver tongue as sharp as any dagger. He is possibly the worst character witness you could look to ever for a glance at hobbitish personality and habbits As well as being very tacked on, this sentence needs some gramatical help. A period might help.
   
a) Strengths

Charisma - Caithren has a talent for talking. It’s one of his few redeeming qualities. Charisma simply oozes off of his person at times and he never seems to run out of opportune compliments and methods of giving lip service to people, particularly those in positions of authority. I like my way of spacing the title and description of the strength. You can use either way.

Wit-Along with his charisma, this is the only other quality that anyone would find of use on a day-to-day basis. The cogs in Caith’s mind are a never ceasing piece of machinery this reads as "never ending" rather than "never stopping", constantly churning out ideas, insults, and witty comments on a regular basis.

Fast Feet-As a result of a fair bit of running and dodging and generally getting out of unpleasant situations, Caithren can run rather quickly when necessary, even though he prefers a jaunty sort of stride most of the time.

Boomerang- Niccoli is somewhat proficient with his boomerang, though because of the metal edge it still occasionally cuts his hand.

b) Weaknesses
Overconfident- Why the space here?
Caith’s general aura of overconfidence is obvious enough that a deaf man would smell it if he couldn’t hear it in Caith’s speech. He thinks he will not run out of ideas and ways of getting out of trouble. This however is not the case.

Mouthy- Caith is mouthy in the extreme. He will not stop talking unless unconscious, though he has been known to talk in his sleep as well. He will mouth off to almost anyone at anytime unless he has a very good deal of respect for him or her. Needless to say, this is why his feet wind up having to run so fast.

Greed-If there’s money to be had, Caithren will be there. The tinkling sound of copper, silver and gold coins is irresistible to Caith and he will go very far in pursuit of the elusive goldbard, usually failing to regard the law and sometimes his own safety and that of others.

History
Caithren was born in Helmondshire, the son of an enterprising, gentlemanly sort of hobbit, the polar opposite of his wily, boistrous over-the top son. Hopping his son would grow up to be a farmer, Caithren was taught as such. This was not the case. Caithren ran away from home at the age of 15 and began to become the person he is today. He never really became mouthy perse; some say it is a defensive mechanism against the rest of the world. He would start talking and never stop. He also never really fit in. Some said it was bad blood on his mother's side, others say he was just born queer, but Caith always attributes it to a general "overall 'atred of the 'ole lifestyle, 'cept the food, the food I could get used to." Around age 17 while hanging around the gates of Nyermersys, Caithren ran into, quite literally, Scyern. The Osther-Oc orc would up giving him the scar on his right cheek after Caith ran his mouth ahead of his brain and insulted the imposing orc. The two became fast friends. Scyern was not that fast with “thinking sort of things” and Caith couldn’t fight all that well. The two went together like a doch nut and it's shell.The pair set themselves up as mercenaries of sorts and began traveling the land in search of fame and the elusive goldbard.

Did you want to begin a new paragraph here?

During these travels Caith acquired his new favourite “toy” a metal edged boomerang. Occasionally he still cuts himself, due to the fact that he had to train himself how to throw it so that it “ kill the space won’t come back and slice me ‘ead off.”

Weapons
A boomerang and a dagger, though it is large enough to be a sword for the little hobbit. The boomerang is metal edged and is lovingly referred to by Caith as “like a lit’l puppy, but occasionally it don’t come back, or try to bite your ‘and”

Belongings
Boomerang aside, the only belonging that Caith has of any value is Writ, his dog.

Familiars
Caith has a rather big large would fit the tone and flow better, me thinks. dog, which he can ride if need be. The dog is named Writ, and is a rather stout companion. He is a Cholian Waterdog, with a dirty gold coloured fur streaked with bits of brown. Rather quiet most of the time, Writ only seems to bark at persons who smell of perfume or somesuch trifle; Caith has often said " 'E just don't like 'em nobles... no one does mind choo." Writ is intensly loyal and is exceptionally good at producing that forlorn stare that would make your heart melt. If you can call the big lug of an orc a familiar I’d guess Scyern counts too…

I've done gone and created the anti-hobbit! it's the most unhobbitlike hobbit you'll ever meet! I like this CD. It reads like somethink Derek would write. I think you said all you needed to when it comes to his behavior, some people are just born weird, methinks. He seems balanced enough, as long as you keep the orc at a reasonable level. There isn't anything else that I can think of that might keep you from a title. Good job and whatnot.

Thanks, sorry i got to this so late. 3rd page down... wow... Will do with the edits.

edits finished. bumped to the second page... wooo. Please comment when there is time.

Hi Caithren! (or Niccoli, whichever you prefer ;))

This CD is looking quite well already, if a little short. Nothing wrong with that, mind. Not everyone has to write CDs from here to Santhala. You seem to have everything covered that we need to know.

One thing I found myself wondering while I was reading your history: if Caith insulted Scyern, why did they become friends? Orcs don't seem the kind of race to easily forgive and forget, even after giving him a 'dashing scar' ;)

I don't know, I'll probably have to use that section over but essentially, I figure he must have admired or at least been suprised by the AUDACITY of this wee small hobbit with a knife, to insult something that is more or less a tank compared to it.

Sounds reasonable. You can write something like that to explain it in the cd, though preferably without use of the word 'tank', obviously. Tell me when you're ready for more comments :)

It's baaaack.

Make sure you are using the correct name throughout the CD! Niccoli is used a few times instead of Caithren

right, bad me. I'll get through it right away... after studying.  :undecided:  :cry:

Red.

Name
Caithren Shudmeyer

Gender
Male

Age
19

Race
Halfling

Tribe
Helmonds Shire

Occupation
Mercenary of sorts

Title
Jack of All Trades

Overview
Caithren is a cocksure, in your face, wisecracking nuisance. Enough said about his overall personality, Caithren tends to be over intuitive, underhanded and downright uncivil at times. Known as “That short fellow what swindled me” to most “Caithren” to his associates and “that damned hobbit” to anyone in a position of respectable authority.

Physical Appearance
Caith as he is known to some is roughly a ped tall, with a tangled mess of auburn hair that looks like it hasn’t seen any form of water other than rain for months on end, nor a comb for that matter. He tends to walk with something of a cross between a skip and a mad run for his life, dependant on the situation. He has a “rather dashing” looking scar on his right cheek and a pair of wily looking blue eyes and a charismatic smile to match. He is longer in the leg than he is in the body, and lacks the rather prominent “build” of his folk, though this is generally attributed to the fair amount of exercise he gets being run out of towns, villages, inns, taverns and any other respectable establishment that could possibly come to mind as well as several... well less than respectable establishments.
   
Clothes
Caith wears a pair of burgundy slacks, a rather dirty shirt that may have at one time been white and a red vest, which is in much the same condition as the rest of his clothing. Being a hobbit, he does not wear shoes, even in the coldest of climates (though what respectable sort of hobbit would get caught away from hearth and food I do not know). Caith also has a longish ankle length traveling jacket made of leather and lined on the inside, which occasionally doubles as a blanket or a sleeping mat if the situation should call for it. The jacket has numerous pockets where Caith keeps the occasional trick or two as well as a “damned wicked sharp” dagger.

Personality
Caith will not stop talking unless his life or his wallet depended on it. Numerous times he has talked his way into and out of trouble as well as at the most inopportune time piped up and offended someone or said something he oughtn’t have said. He is overconfident most of the time, optimistic much of the time and downright uncivil whenever it is possible. In short, Caithren has a mouth on him and he knows how to use it, along with a silver tongue as sharp as any dagger. He is possibly the worst character witness you could look to ever for proof of hobbitish personality and habbits.
   
a) Strengths

Charisma-Caithren has a talent for talking. It’s one of his few redeeming qualities. Charisma simply oozes off of his person at times and he never seems to run out of opportune compliments and methods of giving lip service to people, particularly those in positions of authority.

Wit-Along with his charisma, this is the only other quality that anyone would find of use on a day-to-day basis. The cogs in Caith’s mind are a never ceasing piece of machinery, constantly churning out ideas, insults, and witty comments on a regular basis.

Fast Feet-As a result of a fair bit of running and dodging and generally getting out of unpleasant situations, Caithren can run rather quickly when necessary, even though he prefers a jaunty sort of stride most of the time.

Boomerang- Caithren is somewhat proficient with his boomerang, though because of the metal edge it still occasionally cuts his hand.

b) Weaknesses

Overconfident-Caith’s general aura of overconfidence is obvious enough that a deaf man would smell it if he couldn’t hear it in Caith’s speech. He thinks he will not run out of ideas and ways of getting out of trouble. This however is not the case.

Mouthy- Caith is mouthy in the extreme. He will not stop talking unless unconscious, though he has been known to talk in his sleep as well. He will mouth off to almost anyone at anytime unless he has a very good deal of respect for him or her. Needless to say, this is why his feet wind up having to run so fast.

Greed-If there’s money to be had, Caithren will be there. The tinkling sound of copper, silver and gold coins is irresistible to Caith and he will go very far in pursuit of the elusive goldbard, usually failing to regard the law and sometimes his own safety and that of others.

History
Caithren was born in Helmondshire, the son of an enterprising, gentlemanly sort of hobbit, the polar opposite of his wily, boistrous over-the top son. Hopping(Hoping) his son would grow up to be a farmer, Caithren was taught as such. This was not the case. Caithren ran away from home at the age of 15 and began to become the person he is today. He never really became mouthy per(space)se; some say it is a defensive mechanism against the rest of the world. He would start talking and never stop. He also never really fit in. Some said it was bad blood on his mother's side, others say he was just born queer, but Caith always attributes it to a general "overall 'atred of the 'ole lifestyle, 'cept the food, the food I could get used to." Around age 17 while hanging around the gates of Nyermersys, Caithren ran into, quite literally, Scyern. The Osther-Oc orc would up(would up?) giving him the scar on his right cheek after Caith ran his mouth ahead of his brain and insulted the imposing orc. Something about someone of Caithren's size insulting an orc took to Scyern as being funny, and worthy of some ammount(amount) of respect(He is an orc. If you have insulted one, you won't be laughing afterwards.). The two became fast friends. Scyern was not that fast with “thinking sort of things” and Caith couldn’t fight all that well. The two went together like a doch nut and it's shell.The pair set themselves up as mercenaries of sorts and began traveling the land in search of fame and the elusive goldbard.
During these travels Caith acquired his new favourite “toy” a metal edged boomerang. Occasionally he still cuts himself, due to the fact that he had to train himself how to throw it so that it “won’t come back and slice me ‘ead off.”

Weapons
A boomerang and a dagger, though it is large enough to be a sword for the little hobbit. The boomerang is metal edged and is lovingly referred to by Caith as “like a lit’l puppy, but occasionally it don’t come back, or try to bite your ‘and”

Belongings
Boomerang aside, the only belonging that Caith has of any value is Writ, his dog.

Familiars
Caith has a rather large dog, which he can ride if need be. The dog is named Writ, and is a rather stout companion. He is a Cholian Waterdog, with a dirty gold coloured fur streaked with bits of brown. Rather quiet most of the time, Writ only seems to bark at persons who smell of perfume or somesuch trifle; Caith has often said " 'E just don't like 'em nobles... no one does mind choo." Writ is intensly loyal and is exceptionally good at producing that forlorn stare that would make your heart melt. If you can call the big lug of an orc a familiar I’d guess Scyern counts too…(You have never mentioned how he got his dog in your history.)

I've done gone and created the anti-hobbit! it's the most unhobbitlike hobbit you'll ever meet!(Not so. You created the ideal hobbit, one whose personality reflects their love for party and adventure.)


And there you go. I never check much of it because I assume your intention is to create a hobbit with unhobbit-like manners. I would be wasting my time checking it if in the end you will just redo the whole thing. No offense intended, it's just that I want to conserve my energy for other CDs in need of comments. Feel free to give us a PM if you want another check, and we will gladly do it for you.

Have a nice day.

Fixed!

Thorgas is right. You really didn't create and anti-hobbit, but one who just likes to have fun and enjoys adventure a bit more than the rest of them. Merry and Pippin come to mind ^.~

Looks good to me! "+"

Huzzah! No, an anti-hobbit would be anti-social among other things. Sophronians (extinct) come to mind as being polar opposites to hobbits.

One more approval, come on!

Your wish is my command. ;)

Second approval given. :thumbup:

Huzzah?

And titled!

Brought up as requested

Thanks Alt.
I'll take it from here then!

S'got two differn't colours now! Red an' blue!

Hi Caithren!

Your edits look fine to me. Are you ready to be moved back down to the archives?  :)

Not quite. I thought I ought'a make sure ever'thin' went over fine-like.

Ok, back to pencil work in progress for now. Throw us an exclamation icon when ready!  :)

'At's it done. (It's really not that much of an edit this time, but it felt unfinished.) Tha' new stuff is the colour of money

Greetings. I'm very bored, so you get to be the first CD I go over. Be honored or I'll kill you. Comments in Grey.

Name
Caithren Shudmeyer Sounds like a nice Jewish boy.

Gender
Male Well you certainly made the right choice there.

Age
21 Dude, he's legal. That's hot.

Race
Halfling Well, it's kind of like he's human. Good try.

Tribe
Helmonds Shire Home of the Helmonds Shire Fightin' Silverfish! Goooooo Silverfish!

Occupation
Miscreant  You mean, I should be getting paid for this?

Title
Jack of All Trades That sounds like some weird variant for crazy eights.

Overview
Caithren is a cocksure, in your face, wisecracking nuisance. Enough said about his overall personality, Caithren tends to be over intuitive, underhanded and downright uncivil at times. Uncivil? My word! I nearly dropped my monocle in disbelief! Known as “That short fellow what swindled me” to most, “Caithren” to his associates and “that damned hobbit” to anyone in a position of respectable authority who is a racist and presumably not a hobbit themselves, nor in charge of a location with more than one hobbit. The less said about his behaviour and language, the better.

Physical Appearance
Caith, as he is known to some, Woah woah woah, I didn't see him being known by that in the last section. Who are you trying to fool here? You'd have to wake up pretty early to pull the wool over my eyes like that, bub. is roughly a ped tall, with a tangled mess of auburn hair that looks like it hasn’t seen any form of water other than rain for months on end, nor a comb for that matter. Last I checked, hair doesn't see at all. It has no eyes. He tends to walk with something of a cross between a skip and a mad run for his life, dependanting on the situation. He has a “rather dashing” looking scar on his right cheek and a pair of wily looking blue eyes and a charismatic smile to match. He is longer in the leg than he is in the body, and lacks the rather prominent “build” of his folk, though this is generally attributed to the fair amount of exercise he gets being run out of towns, villages, inns, taverns and any other respectable establishment that could possibly come to mind as well as several... well, less than respectable establishments. He's talking about you, The Thirsty Herald.
   
Clothes
Caith wears a pair of burgundy slacks, a rather dirty shirt that may have at one time been white and a red vest, which is in much the same condition as the rest of his clothing. Burgundy and used to be white? That's an odd condition for a red vest to be in. Being a hobbit, he does not wear shoes, even in the coldest of climates (though what respectable sort of hobbit would get caught away from hearth and food I do not know). This doesn't even apply. At least, this one doesn't *seem* very respectable. Caith also has a longish ankle length traveling jacket made of leather and lined on the inside, which occasionally doubles as a blanket or a sleeping mat if the situation should call for it. The jacket has numerous pockets where Caith keeps the occasional trick or two as well as a “damned wicked sharp” dagger. +1 for having such a good weapon name.

Personality
Caith will not stop talking unless his life or his wallet dependeds on it. Numerous times he has talked his way into and out of trouble as well as at the most inopportune time piped up and offended someone or said something he oughtn’t have said. He is overconfident most of the time, optimistic much of the time and downright uncivil whenever it is possible. In short, Caithren has a mouth on him and he knows how to use it, hot along with a silver tongue as sharp as any dagger. That sounds incredibly inneffective for use as a tongue, rather than a silver dagger. I mean, I wouldn't want a silver dagger in my mouth. I could stab myself by attempting conversation. He is possibly the worst character witness you could look to ever for proof of hobbitish personality and habbits. Except for maybe an orcish barbarian riding a dinosaur covered in highly sophisticated weaponry who lived at the bottom of the sea. Maybe.
   
a) Strengths

Charisma-Caithren has a talent for talking. He'd have to, with a dagger for a tongue. It’s one of his few redeeming qualities. Charisma simply oozes off of his person at times and he never seems to run out of opportune compliments and methods of giving lip service to people, particularly those in positions of authority. Tee hee, lip service. Tee hee hee.

Wit-Along with his charisma, this is the only other quality that anyone would find of use on a day-to-day basis. The cogs in Caith’s mind are a never ceasing piece of machinery, constantly churning out ideas, insults, and witty comments on a regular basis. Okay, so this guy has a dagger for a tongue and cogs for a brain? He's quickly becoming more machine than man.

Fast Feet-As a result of a fair bit of running and dodging and generally getting out of unpleasant situations, Caithren can run rather quickly when necessary, even though he prefers a jaunty sort of stride most of the time. Further evidence of having a six million dollar hobbit on our hands.

Boomerang- Caithren is somewhat proficient with his boomerang, though because of the metal edge it still occasionally cuts his hand. Maybe he should try talking with the boomerang instead.

b) Weaknesses

Overconfident-Caith’s general aura of overconfidence is obvious enough that a deaf man would smell it if he couldn’t hear it in Caith’s speech.I think the odds of him not hearing it are pretty darn high. My question is, why can't someone who can hear also smell auras? He thinks he will not run out of ideas and ways of getting out of trouble. This however is not the case.

Mouthy- Caith is mouthy in to the extreme. He will not stop talking unless unconscious, gagged, magically silenced, deceased, underwater, choking, or has lost his voice, though he has been known to talk in his sleep as well. He will mouth off to almost anyone at anytime unless he has a very good deal of respect for him or her. Needless to say, this is why his feet wind up having to run so fast.

Greed-If there’s money to be had, Caithren will be there. The tinkling sound of copper, silver and gold coins is irresistible to Caith and he will go very far in pursuit of the elusive goldbard, usually failing to regard the law and sometimes his own safety and that of others.

History
Caithren was born in Helmondshire, the son of an enterprising, gentlemanly sort of hobbit, the polar opposite of his wily, boistrous over-the top son. Wait. So Helmondshire is the son of an enterprising gentlemanly hobbit, and was born the polar opposite of its own son? Hoping his son would grow up to be a farmer, Caithren was taught as such. This was not the case.
Caithren ran away from home at the age of 15 and began to become the person he is today. He never really became mouthy perse; some say it is a defensive mechanism against the rest of the world. He would start talking and never stop. He also never really fit in. Some said it was bad blood on his mother's side, others say he was just born queer, but Caith always attributes it to a general "overall 'atred of the 'ole lifestyle, 'cept the food, the food I could get used to."

Caithren took up thievery and odd jobs ranging from messenger to scullery in order to keep himself fed. As a result of this, Caithren has developed something of a plethora of skills. While he excels at absolutely nothing beyond eating his fill and perhaps running away, Caithren has knowledge enough to pass as some sort of worker of any respectable descripton except a farmer. Even though he was flat out taught how to be one as a youth?

Caithren's travels, as best documented by his frequent traveling partner the mullorc Dagaz, have led him across the length and bredth of Southern Sarvonia, from Ciosa to Bardavos, from Astran to Remusiat from Voldar to Strata and beyond in a frantic dash between hunger, danger and general mischief whenever possible. Caithren's more notable exploits include disrupting a concert by a MasterSPACE GOES HEREbard in Bardavos by replacing a meat pie with one filled with corbies, stealing the wig of a nobleman and attaching it to the weatherHERE AS WELLvane on the victim's house and colouring the water in the well of a small town bright green, leading to a state of minor panic and several rather angeredry housewives threatening to have his hide. They can have my hide if they want. Angry housewives are foxy, mrowr.

Caithren has consorted with everyone from dwarves to brownies, including orcs and occasionally the mullorc Dagaz, who seems to have been the only repetitive associate for four years by most accounts. The most reliable stories place Caithren meeting Dagaz a little south of Astran, and picking up again with him a little west of Astran while being chased by a rather angry group of drunks.

A second meeting occured three months later, when Dagaz encountered Caithren in the company of a group of Black Butterfly Rovers, where he managed to be run out after a rather major... indiscretion which he prefers not to speak about.

The pair traveled for a month until they split up in Milkengrad, where Caithren caught a ship north. He managed to hitch a ride with a caravan into Remusian lands. The excursion ended poorly, with Caithren secreted in a ship's hold and not likely to return to the north for fear of the Remusian port authorities among others.

For the past while, Caithren has been wandering the Santharian heartland and trying not to get himself hanged or otherwise "kilt". Or hanged in a kilt. Terrifying.

During these travels Caith acquired his new favourite “toy” a metal edged boomerang. Occasionally he still cuts himself, due to the fact that he had to train himself how to throw it so that it “won’t come back and slice me ‘ead off.” He also met Writ, a stray Chollian waterdog. The stray followed Caithren right out of town (mostly because he smelt like meat.) Well yeah, he's made of meat. and the two have been inseparable ever since.

Weapons
A boomerang and a dagger, though it is large enough to be a sword for the little hobbit. The boomerang is metal edged and is lovingly referred to by Caith as “like a lit’l puppy, but occasionally it don’t come back, or try to bite your ‘and”

Belongings
Boomerang aside, the only belonging that Caith has of any value is Writ, his dog.

Familiars
Caith has a rather large dog, which he can ride if need be. The dog is named Writ, and is a rather stout companion. He is a Cholian Waterdog, with a dirty gold coloured fur streaked with bits of brown. Rather quiet most of the time, Writ only seems to bark at persons who smell of perfume or somesuch trifle; Caith has often said " 'E just don't like 'em nobles... no one does mind choo." Writ is intensely loyal and is exceptionally good at producing that forlorn stare that would make your heart melt. Aw lookit the widdle puppeh OH GOD, MURIEL CALL THE DOCTOR, I'M HAVING ANOTHER ATTACK!

I've done gone and created the anti-hobbit! it's the most unhobbitlike hobbit you'll ever meet! Until you meet a gnome.

Necromage has some good comments here. Making pencil icon as a bit more work is needed.  :thumbup:

In my defense, I'm finding it just a mite difficult to separate the snark from the good comments here.

Its Necromage, and he also isn't active on the boards currently. Edit what you feel you should, then we shall revisit. Sound like a plan?

Hi Caithren!  :pet:

Indeed...I must have been in a silly mood when I read those comments. I understood them, but I can see now (in a more serious mood) that deciphering them may be difficult. Sorry about that.  :P

Anyway, I'd be happy to check your CD over myself today if you wish.

Well. a further report on my attempts to decipher it fnds very little actual comments I'm sorry to say. If you'd like to take a look at it yourself Azhira I'd be much obliged.

This looks fine. Want to remove the color and I can bump it back down?

I do b'lieve I've clipped out all that colour lady-o!

Ok, back down it is!  :thumbup: