Hey there, I'm looking for a regular group to play D&D or similar on a regular basis. I've been playing for 10 years or so, and have the most experience with 3.5. I've never played on roll20, but have played over skype. any day after 8pm central time should work (That's 7pm mountain, 6pm pacific), or Thursday/Friday is open all day. I have a few characters set up that I'm looking to run, and to pique your interest I'll list some of their backstory. No-Nose, Gnome Wizard. No-Nose was born in an encampment of seasonally nomadic gnomes, that live almost entirely subterranean. In the summer, they live near the surface of the cave system, retreating to the deep for protection in the winter. A strict seasonal curfew bans any travel on the surface in the winter. Orphaned at a young age, No-Nose was apprenticed to one of the few Outriders who would brave the bright surface during the summer to trade and gather supplies from the wilds. He quickly learned that the world was much larger than just the caves, and enjoyed his trips to the surface bartering gems for human tobacco, dwarven ale, and elven trade goods. Trouble began when a group of adventurers stumble into the caves one winter, and slaughter most of the village before being ejected by the few defenders left alive. No-Nose was wrongly blamed for breaking curfew, and leaving tracks in the snow that lead the encroachers. Thrown out into the snow, and inexperienced with winter, he hiked for days before finding shelter. During that time, his ears withered from frostbite, and his mind unhinged from the pain. He developed a moderate phobia of trees without leaves, which look alien in the blinding snow. Gilliam Aleston, Dwarven Cleric Gilliam's father was the head chef for a Cardinal in the temple of Moradin, and took Gilliam on as a sous chef's apprentice at a young age. As he grew he learned the subtlety of cooking with alcohol, one can never add too much when cooking for dwarves. His burgundy whisky mushroom sauce brought him renown, but he always stood in his father's shadow. He chose to take up Moradin's hammer, and make a life for himself after ousting an insane cat-worshiping cult of deep-dwarves who were living off the leftovers dumped from the kitchen. He now hates cats, finding them unnatural aberrations that stand against Moradin, reveling in sloth, lust, and gluttony.