Azereiah

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@Hawksnest565

Brick did as she suggested, kneeling down to check the haphazard heap of equipment. There wasn't a proper axe, unfortunately. A heavy-duty knife - perhaps a foreign knockoff of a bowie knife - called out to him, and he took it. A faint Made in Pakistan was etched in the side of the blade. The metal was thick enough to easily survive whacking away at tree branches and such, though he wouldn't be able to take any full size trees down as he had hoped. The knife slid neatly into his belt.

He would have to procure a hatchet - or better, a real axe - some time later. He remembered that there was a nearby town. Perhaps he could get some supplies there later? Surely a place like that would have a hardware store - and he still had a few hundred dollars left in his bank account from before he wandered off into the woods.

"This'll be good enough for now. If you're all set, I think we can start the tour of this place."

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@Hawksnest565

Brick stood with his hands atop the hilt of his sword, giving off his best Eddard Stark impression when she mentioned the winter. "I'm no stranger to the cold. Do we have any water buckets lying around? And an axe of some sort?"

He wasn't so sure about the food situation, so he would leave that to some more experienced hunters and gatherers. But everything else - simple enough. A reliable heat source would be easy, though time intensive. Animal pelts could be stitched together into warmer sleeping bag liners if necessary.

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@Hawksnest565

Brick nodded in acknowledgement. He wasn't entirely sure what it would feel like, but neither Aya nor Sacha seemed to be remotely bothered by it, so it couldn't possibly be unpleasant. He was more mystified by the fact that clothing seemed to shift with the body than anything else.

"Makes sense. Guess I'll find out eventually, eh?"

With that, he pulled his sword out of the ground and walked to the spare tent, where he unloaded his camping gear and provisions. He still wasn't quite settled, he felt, as he didn't yet have much of a job.

"Mind showing me around the area? Or would that be someone else's business? I don't know any landmarks or anything yet - and if someone gets in trouble away from the camp, I'll need to know how to get to them."

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He raised an eyebrow at the mention of throwing knives. Not a lot of people could use them properly, and even a square hit would have to be perfectly aimed to hit anything important. Still, Aya being able to patch that kind of injury up made him worry a little bit less. She probably also knew, if only in theory, how to heal up much more serious wounds.

He smiled at her hopefulness. "Hm, maybe. Let's hope everyone lucks out like that, eh?"

When she shifted into her animal form, he took a step back, somewhat surprised. He'd seen Sacha shift into a cheetah momentarily, but he still hadn't quite accepted that it was really possible. He hadn't ever seen a well groomed hawk without its wings clipped, either, so that added to the surprise. Now he wanted to see more peoples' alternate forms.

"How... do you do that?"

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@Hawksnest565

He nodded in acknowledgement when she introduced herself. As she spoke, his eyes followed her gestures, and he took note of the layout of the camp. The tent she pointed to was a bit small - maybe he could fix up something of his own later. For now, it'd be sufficient.

"Ah, thanks. I was about to ask if you could help me get my bearings around here. And I do have a few questions. What sort of injuries have you had to treat around here? And what's this 'Shifter' stuff? Sacha and that creepy Fabine guy said something about how I might be one."

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@Hawksnest565

Brick opted not to give his usual bone-crushing handshake this time, and merely returned the same strength Aya showed. She almost reminded him of one of his cousins - perhaps a bit too good natured and trusting, which wasn't inherently a bad thing. He smiled down at her.

"Aye. Good to meet you as well... Er. What should I call you?"

His first order of business would be getting his own gear set up - perhaps working on fire-hardening the sword a bit more. Unless he was needed for something.

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@Hawksnest565

As Aya approached, Brick unshouldered his wooden sword and slung it point first into the ground, burying the tip several inches into the dirt. The sword, standing on its own, was easily as long as the girl was tall. He stepped away from his weapon to show that he was no threat. She seemed very young - not the sort of person who had any business in a warzone.

Brick's voice was a smooth, almost musical baritone. "Hello there. I'm Brick. New arrival, trying to get to know everyone I'll be working with."

He offered a handshake.

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Rabin Camp

Michael 'Brick' Magnusson strode into the Rabin camp for the first time, oaken blade laid across his right shoulder. That Fabine fellow seemed very unpleasant when he was initially greeted by both sides of the conflict - enough-so that the otherwise peaceful Brick determined that he was a genuine threat to others, and instantly joined the Rabins. He looked over the Rabin camp, examining whatever comrades happened to be there at the moment. He would need to get to know them better.

From what he could tell, he was one of the older ones in camp. Clearly the survival rate out here was too low for anyone to make it for more than a couple years. He frowned at the idea of more idiot kids slaughtering eachother for no particularly good reason.

He announced his arrival to whoever was listening. "Yo."

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Suppose it would be reasonable to assume that, as in the first OOC post, Brick would have met both Fabine and Sacha?

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Applyin', though I suspect the GM's taking a loooooong vacation.

Brick Magnusson

Name:
Michael "Brick" Magnusson

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


A large man, although not especially tall. He stands at 5'10" and weighs 200 lbs. - the majority of which is muscle. There are a variety of very faint scars across his upper back and his arms, where he has taken one too many strikes during his time with a medieval reenactment group. By some miracle, his hands are completely unscathed.

At some point, he's lashed together a number of wooden panels carven from lumber and fallen trees using leather strips, to make a sort of rudimentary 'armor'. It doesn't work terribly well due to poor gap coverage, but it certainly does look good when he opts to put it on.

Usually he can be found wearing one of a number of colors of faded jeans, a black band tee, and a biker jacket.

Personality:
Brick is a kind yet firm man, serious when caring for either his own group or his enemies. He recognizes that the majority of members of each group don't have genuinely good reasons for making war. He is somewhat lethargic and moves at his own pace - and very little, save for genuine emergencies, can speed him up. His attention span is somewhat... Lacking. He is very, very patient when waiting, but not particularly patient with those he deems to be 'cruel' or 'ignorant'. He takes liberties with the truth where he sees it as being beneficial to himself or his friends.

In emergencies or combat, his slower mind is sped sufficiently by adrenaline that he's capable of, to a limited degree, taking charge and ensuring the safety of everyone but himself. He is the first man into and the last man out of a fight, and will not retreat until everybody else has escaped.

On some days, he stands between the camps, watching over the border for hours on end, slowly mulling over complex topics regarding invention, philosophy, metaphysics, experimental medicine, and the like, though he doesn't ever put those ideas to use. He may be a slow thinker, but he is very, very thorough, and likes to explore all of the options available.

Rank:
Fighter

Group:
Rabin

Animal:
An above-average Silverback Mountain Gorilla, weighing in at roughly 500 lbs. He generally dislikes taking this form because it seriously irritates his lower back.

Weapon and Fighting style:
A fantasy-style greatsword made of solid oak. Originally part of a costume, it now serves him well in defending his camp. While he wields it as though it were a proper sword, it's more of a massive, fancy club.

Brick strongly prefers counterstrikes, and generally stands motionless with his sword held high until he sees a proper opening. He doesn't chase after his enemies unless they're actively attacking his friends, or they're headed towards the Rabin camp.