The startled reaction was just what he had been hoping for. In truth Jameson was testing these people, seeing how they acted under high stakes circumstances. He took in the reactions of each one separately. Some used their heads, the others their swords, it truly was a diverse bunch. He paused his play a moment to respond to the startled demands of the group he had been following. "Just an old man goin' for a stroll down his favorite slew way. Sure it might of started y'all, but I felt a tune comin' on, and anyways I could ask you-" Before he could continue he was cut off by a familiar and welcomed voice. Cassie, what a welcome sight she was. Such a misunderstood creature she was. He was glad he had a familiar face among this crowd. Winning them over would have been quite a challenge without it.
"I heard y'all were lookin' for shelter in that their elven city. Trouble is I would assume some of y'all wouldn't be a' makin' past that gate. If the elves won't welcome you, I got a nice little haven you can hop into. It ain't got much, but it's safe, warm, and away from all this here madness. Truth is I got myself a little bit of company as well just up that bend. Was about to take 'im in I was." He tilted his hat up, revealing a gruff five o'clock shadow and a cliche tooth pic, the man looked like he had walked out of a spaghetti western. You could almost taste dust in the air.
As if on cue, a small boy stepped out from a previously overlooked passageway. Ho immediately ran to Jameson who smiled as he looked at him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the strange group of people, Jameson swung him up into his arms the moment he broke out into tears. "Don't you worry now little one, you see, these nice people are gunna help me keep you safe." He then gestured towards Ishmael. "You see that big strong Paladin over their?" The boy nodded, only softly whimpering now. "I bet he could fight an entire demon army with one hand tied behind his back."
The boy looked to Ishmael with big hopeful eyes and asked."Is it true soldier man? Could you really do it?"
Jameson's expression became serious as he looked to Ishmael he nodded to him almost as if to say 'The boy looks up too you, don't let him down.'
The boy waited eagerly for his response.
It was then that the Half Demon Hitaru approached him. She greeted him with a smile and he tipped his hat to her in respect. "Nice to meet you aswell ma'am, what brings a fine lady like yourself to such a dreary and unfitting setting?"
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This is more of a personal request.
Could you change my title from 'Member'
to
"Evil Mahz"
It is just that our unicorns are so similar, and I am so diabolical, it would be awesome if this could be done.
Please try and find time for this :D
Could you change my title from 'Member'
to
"Evil Mahz"
It is just that our unicorns are so similar, and I am so diabolical, it would be awesome if this could be done.
Please try and find time for this :D
heyo everyone :D (That i know from before and dont know from before)
to those I knew hi nice to see yall again
to those I didn't nice to meetchya, how goes it shmoe sit?
to those I knew hi nice to see yall again
to those I didn't nice to meetchya, how goes it shmoe sit?
ooh lala, got some interaction goin on here ;D
posted :D
Twenty steps behind behind the group who had chosen the sewers as their escape he stood, shrouded in darkness, not even the rats of this particular slew way took notice of him. Jameson was the ultimate tracker, and he had a very good reason for tracking this group. Jameson had lived in these sewers for the past while now, going above ground from time to time to retrieve the supplies needed for survival. When he had heard of the demon attack he had immediately begun preparing to help with the defense. Yet before he was even able to even peek his head above ground he was almost spotted by the same group he was now following. They had many among them who were in need of help, this was apparent, but what piqued his interest the most, what grabbed his attention beyond anything else he had witnessed was the diversity that the group had within it. To think so many had reigned against this demon horde, even those who would have otherwise sided with the dark ones were here, running from them. Jameson was interested, and he was known for his reckless curiosity.
Jameson's ears twitched slightly, he could hear almost every word spoken with perfect clarity. He listened for a chance to appear before them, he knew of a nearby safe haven. He thought for a moment about how they might react to a dark figure such as himself emerging from the darkness to greet them. He smiled cleverly and decided to try something.
He pulled out his Harmonic and began to play.
It was a soothing melody, meant to be inviting and warming to the soul of those who listened.
The song
He bounced the sound of the walls, to make it seem as though it came from all directions. He did not mean to startle the group, only to alert them of his presence.
Jameson's ears twitched slightly, he could hear almost every word spoken with perfect clarity. He listened for a chance to appear before them, he knew of a nearby safe haven. He thought for a moment about how they might react to a dark figure such as himself emerging from the darkness to greet them. He smiled cleverly and decided to try something.
He pulled out his Harmonic and began to play.
It was a soothing melody, meant to be inviting and warming to the soul of those who listened.
The song
He bounced the sound of the walls, to make it seem as though it came from all directions. He did not mean to startle the group, only to alert them of his presence.
kk
Mahz said
@Kaga: 0/10. It's a bird.@AnriuSB: 10/10 because:
Finally someone noticed :D
:D
Jameson Steele:
Aliases: The Gambler, Jamie, Jay, Trickshot.
Age/Gender: 42/ Male (appears to be about 29 to 320
Race: Lycanthrope; Wolf
Desc: 6’3”, slim but well built. He is ashamed by his lychanthrope history and hides it as best he can. He has a single fang which usually protrudes from his closed mouth and rest outside his lower lip. He wears a leather hat, and a large, not hooded, trench coat that is brown in colour. He has mid length silver hair and large side burns, also silver. Within his trench coat he conceals his weapon, a beautiful Crossbow he has named Patricia. He has deep blue eyes and a firm body. (Basically sexy when he doesn’t have his shirt on)
Personality: All he wants is for the world to get along, but he is not naive enough to believe it will happen. He instead attempts to help those who cannot help themselves. He is kind, He is generally easy to get along with but will not stand for acts of aggression against the helpless or himself. He is an all around good guy.
History: James's parents were mercenaries by trade, and lived in a homely cottage deep within a vast wood. James was taught at a young age how to survive in the wilderness, and how to hold up in combat. James was a fast learner too, and astounded his parents with the apparent ease in with he grasped advanced woodsman tactics. By the time James was of marrying age, he had grown into a fine bachelor, and often found himself swooning many a lass from the nearby villages.
James's life was not easy though, and he was forced to turn every possible suitor down because of his parents trade. James respected his father, and took every lesson he gave to heart, but their was one thing his father told him that James remembers to this very day. It was his fathers final words, and he uses them as his motto for life.
On his father's deathbed James was given one last piece of precious advice.
"Protect the weak James.. For you are strong.. and for that reason alone... it is... your duty...." With that his father passed and James became the man he is today. A precise and merciless hunter, but a lover and protector of all that needs protecting.
Even with his curse of Lychanthropia James is not daunted, he has, over the years, gained enough control over the beast to guide its will to his. He tries his uptmost to suppress it, but when it does come out, he is able to steer it clear of those he loves.
Skills and Abilities: Because of his wolf blood he has increased scent and hearing. His tracking skills are quite magnificent and he is extremely limber as well. His skill with both the blade and crossbow are superior and his wolf blood allows him to see further and hit targets most mortals would miss. He has uncanny luck, and often carries around a deck of cards. He can be seen either playing his harmonica or shuffling his deck in unique ways when loitering or resting.
Weaknesses: Silver, pure grade, none of that plating bullshit.
Caring heart, he could be easily lured in with the illusion of someone in distress.
(tell me if I missed anything)
Aliases: The Gambler, Jamie, Jay, Trickshot.
Age/Gender: 42/ Male (appears to be about 29 to 320
Race: Lycanthrope; Wolf
Desc: 6’3”, slim but well built. He is ashamed by his lychanthrope history and hides it as best he can. He has a single fang which usually protrudes from his closed mouth and rest outside his lower lip. He wears a leather hat, and a large, not hooded, trench coat that is brown in colour. He has mid length silver hair and large side burns, also silver. Within his trench coat he conceals his weapon, a beautiful Crossbow he has named Patricia. He has deep blue eyes and a firm body. (Basically sexy when he doesn’t have his shirt on)
Personality: All he wants is for the world to get along, but he is not naive enough to believe it will happen. He instead attempts to help those who cannot help themselves. He is kind, He is generally easy to get along with but will not stand for acts of aggression against the helpless or himself. He is an all around good guy.
History: James's parents were mercenaries by trade, and lived in a homely cottage deep within a vast wood. James was taught at a young age how to survive in the wilderness, and how to hold up in combat. James was a fast learner too, and astounded his parents with the apparent ease in with he grasped advanced woodsman tactics. By the time James was of marrying age, he had grown into a fine bachelor, and often found himself swooning many a lass from the nearby villages.
James's life was not easy though, and he was forced to turn every possible suitor down because of his parents trade. James respected his father, and took every lesson he gave to heart, but their was one thing his father told him that James remembers to this very day. It was his fathers final words, and he uses them as his motto for life.
On his father's deathbed James was given one last piece of precious advice.
"Protect the weak James.. For you are strong.. and for that reason alone... it is... your duty...." With that his father passed and James became the man he is today. A precise and merciless hunter, but a lover and protector of all that needs protecting.
Even with his curse of Lychanthropia James is not daunted, he has, over the years, gained enough control over the beast to guide its will to his. He tries his uptmost to suppress it, but when it does come out, he is able to steer it clear of those he loves.
Skills and Abilities: Because of his wolf blood he has increased scent and hearing. His tracking skills are quite magnificent and he is extremely limber as well. His skill with both the blade and crossbow are superior and his wolf blood allows him to see further and hit targets most mortals would miss. He has uncanny luck, and often carries around a deck of cards. He can be seen either playing his harmonica or shuffling his deck in unique ways when loitering or resting.
Weaknesses: Silver, pure grade, none of that plating bullshit.
Caring heart, he could be easily lured in with the illusion of someone in distress.
(tell me if I missed anything)
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