Ruffin Bailey
Player
Hello there Fallen members, my name is Ruffin Bailey and I currently play Yuk Zhuk, a Chit'tian (homebrewed beetle-like humanoid) Path of the Beast Barbarian within The Chronicles of Farfall campaign. I hail from just a quick trek north of The San Francisco Bay Area in California and currently fill my days managing a tavern of well-earned repute and switch between being a raucous night owl of a layperson's socialite, to a shadow-loving, hermit-idealizing nerd. I have been involved in pen-and-paper RPGs since being introduced as a preteen and was pretty instantly enthralled. Since then I have played many games myself for sure, but within the last decade, I have become the "forever DM/GM" in several circles, with games such as D&D (throughout the editions), Pathfinder, Dungeon Crawl Classics, Lamentations of the Flame Princess, Call of Cthulhu, and a few others. However, several years ago during one of the aforementioned raucous and liquor-fueled evenings, Guido expressed interest in having me join his campaign set in the same world as Farfall and I was immensely excited to step away from running and planning games and to step into the role of tearing shit up with a party of like-minds.
When that campaign came to an end I immediately asked, "So, when's the next one?" and of course, Guido told me to just wait as he had numerous adventures to come. As time continued he brought up the ideas of a podcast and a web series and I was more than game.
I have been a fan of tabletop podcasts and series for quite a while, a couple of recent favorites being The Glass Cannon Podcast and Dungeons & Daddies. I had wanted to get involved with creating one for quite some time as well, and I feel under the storytelling prowess of our DM Guido, the mix of capabilities and well-rounded differences of my fellow players and I, you listeners and viewers will be in for some solid fun. As I get into character as Yuk Zhuk, and exclaim, "FOR THE QUEEN!", donning my Chit'tian wrestler's mask, and singing out the battle cries for my brothers lost in battle, I hope you follow along and enjoy our story, comradery, and play as much as we do.
Now... Let's ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!
Yuk Zhuk
Chit'tian - Beast Barbarian
Tavern Entertainer’s Bodyguard & General Security
Hello humans! I am Yuk Zhuk, everyone's favorite Chit'tian brother and King Kabuto wrestling extraordinaire! Fueled by beastly barbaric prowess I charge head, chitin, horn, and fist first into battle in honor of both my Queen, long dead, and my strive to find a new purpose. Initially, a bodyguard of one harp-wielding goblin bard known as Doink "The Affordable" I am to protect my newfound colony of "humans" within my party, a societal structure unfamiliar to me, and our curious, odd, and newly formed mining endeavors. I am a Path of the Beast Chit'tian (homebrewed beetle-like humanoid) Barbarian of ambiguous and unknown gender. I stand at a towering 6'9" and weigh nigh 700 lbs. I am quite a formidable sight not only in Chit'tian norms, but also certainly in broader societal norms around Deepstone. If you need help moving a couch, I’m your brother. And that's my size BEFORE I use my specific Chit'tian rage ability called Growing Purpose where I immediately shed my chitin and grow one size category larger. Initially, my chitin sheens an iridescent green with hints of lustful reds and soulful oranges, but when I rage and grow larger it explodes out with a deep vibrant purple with accent swaths of electric blues and bolts of bright yellows. I have spikes protruding over many parts of my body, but my three glorious horns on my head and the trophies from my kills in battle glued to my outer shell show most prevalently. I know my power and worth and I make sure to show it to the unfortunate whenever it is deemed needed. Sometimes also when it's not. During my downtime I make unintended jokes and commentary on this new way of life I've found myself in. I sometimes drink heavily, punch people unnecessarily, play my beetle-shaped hurdy-gurdy alongside Doink and her harp, wear my King Kobuto wrestling mask and belt, and turn my head and my crying eyes to secretly and heavily mourn the loss of my lost Queen and colony. Though even if you find me in this melancholic and heavily imbibed state and ever seek to take advantage of me or my newfound colony and party, know this, you will be sure to lose and your remains will be embedded at the bottom of my massive dung heap with the rest adorning my body as trophies, faster than it takes you to shed a single tear.
Forever and for always, for the Queen!