Yo! What up G?? Ok, that makes no sense coming from me. I appear to be the old fart in this group of applicants, but 51 (male) is just my physical age. I'm generally quick witted and have a sarcastic sense of humor. I've learned to temper the sarcasm here in good old 2018. I play well with others, and don't get offended easily. Actually, I don't get offended at all. I've played a few pickup sessions of 5E here on Roll20, though that was last year, so I'm very rusty. I've played a little bit of AL as well at DragonCon the past couple of years. Overall, I started playing back in the day with the Basic Set (when Elf and Dwarf were classes and not races!), and played quite a bit of AD&D in the 90's. For the past 2 years, I've played regular sessions of Pathfinder live every other Sunday, and found that I'm more interested these days in the role play aspect and figuring out who my characters really are. As with most games with groups of friends, the role play part is pretty uncommon, so I'd like to find something where I can explore that more. As for an audition, I could do it mornings between 9-11 am EST, or pretty much all day on Monday or Tuesday. This Sunday is possible as well, but would have to either wrap up before 10 am or start after 8 pm. It's Pathfinder weekend lol. Allow me to introduce you to my friends. Middlefop Wiffmaster - If you ask him, he'll tell you he's the greatest gnome barbarian. Ever. EVER. How on earth did a gnome become a barbarian, you ask? Fate. At the ripe old age of 8, Wiff (short for Middlefop!) and his family were set upon by slavers while traveling. His father was simply run down while trying to buy Wiff and his mother time to escape, but to no avail. Wiff and his mother were captured and thrown into the slave wagons with the rest of the slaves. A couple of days later, the group crossed paths with another group of slavers and a fight broke out. The wagon Wiff was in was knocked over, damaging the cage enough that the diminutive Wiff could escape. He hid and watched as the winners gathered all of the slaves and left. He followed them for days, hoping to help his mother escape. Lack of food and water eventually slowed him to the point that he lost track and wandered aimlessly until he collapsed. He was found by a barbarian clan and given food and water before they moved on. With his father dead and his mother possibly dead as well, Wiff asked to be taken in and taught to fight so he would never be defenseless again. The clan chief refused. Wiff followed the clan and demanded to be taught. He was ridiculed and slapped around by many of the barbarians, but he refused to give up. The chief was so impressed with his spirit and determination, he finally relented and took Wiff into his family. The rest is history. Wiff has a huge issue with anything associated with slavery and will no tolerate it. Also, the barbarians gave him the Wiffmaster surname, because for a very long time he missed every damn thing he tried to hit. Gripple "Toesmasher" Coppervein- So named because of how often he drops things on his (or others!) toes, and because he never managed to locate any ore other than copper for some reason. It's embarrassing, really. Gripple may well be the ugliest, most unkempt Dwarven Wizard you've ever seen. He has a lazy eye (which is great for keeping an eye on 2 baddies at once!), a hunchback, and a very nasty beard full of bugs, sticks, and various bits of food that didn't quite make it to his mouth. He will randomly pick things out of his beard and eat them, without bothering to see what they are first. He fell in love with the idea of becoming a wizard after watching one do some simple fireworks (which weren't even magic, of course). He wears leather armor, because why not, and has a great axe strapped to his back that was given to him by his father before "Toes" left home to learn magic. Toes has no damn clue how to use the axe, but it looks cool. Plus he's rarely taken for a wizard until it's too late. He has a very unreasonable hatred for orcs, which isn't uncommon for a dwarf. However, he's been known to totally forget he knows magic and pull the axe to fight orcs (at which time he could give a young Wiff a run for his money). It isn't pretty, but there's always been someone there to save him (so far). No, I can't do the typical Scottish voice for my Dwarf. Much sad. That's all I've got for now. Ok, not really, but common sense says stop now. Hope to hear from you, but if not, I wish you and everyone the best of luck!