agreed and thanks.
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all sounds good to me. :3
um copying my sheet to the character thread is going to be a problem. i cant due to using my xbox to write. computer acess is extremely limited. so i will have to ask a favor of one of you to copy it over for me. please and thanks. :3
wow prayers and best wishes to you and your family dragon hope all ends well. it is sad to see you go, but family come first. take care of yourself and be well. cya when you get back.
Name: Jethro Roranson
Age:109
Gender: Male
Appearnce: Jet black hair covers his tall, even by dwarven standards, lanky frame. He keeps his hair and beard braided nice and thick and filled with iron clasps passed down from his mother. His face is pinched and has sharp features which makes it hard for him to see when he smiles or laughs. His feet are his most noticable feature. To make up for his height he was blessed with larger than normal feet. A curse it would seem in his family for the males, but even more so for him. Speaking of his feet he is missing the sixth and seventh toe on his right foot from an accident when he was young.
Skills and Flaws: Much like his parents he is skilled with hammer and tongs. He favors making blades. Knives to be precise. For all manner of purpose. From elagant cooking utensils to the deadliest daggers you've ever set eyes on. For Jethro he prefers throwing them and he is quite skilled at it too. He can sheer a mountain goats goatee from a hundred paces. However, when not over the hot hearth or having target practice he dabbles with his panflute. He is self taught and fairly good. He is also an alright cook.
As is per usual with dwarvenkin Jethro suffers from the sin of greed. His mother is a jeweler by trade and has a penchant for fine stones. Unfortunately for Jethro so does he. The only difference between him and his mother is he has sticky finger and has on more than one occasion lifted a ring, or pendent, or bauble from their shop and not purchased them. Of course this is not worth mentioning if he hasnt been caught at least once. The shame of such only worsens when he gets caught in the lies he tries to tell to get out of trouble. One would think someone his age would be wiser, but it would seem not so for Jethro.
Background: Born to Hrothmir and Frigadene, father and mother respectively, one of the most well known blacksmiths and jewelers in the mountain. The eldest of eight, mother had a tendency for twins, he was actually one of the few who actually stuck with the family business. Most of his brothers and sisters married out of trade. Couple of them are miners, one of them a guardsmen, and most of the others went to various agricultural trades. Only Jethro and his youngest sister Amira took up hammer and tongs. Then there is Jethro's family. His wife, Ilsa, and his young son Daggim. Daggim is still to young for a tradeskill and Ilsa is a Midwife and seamtress. Jethro has hopes that Daggim will take up smithing so not to disrupt the family line.
Age:109
Gender: Male
Appearnce: Jet black hair covers his tall, even by dwarven standards, lanky frame. He keeps his hair and beard braided nice and thick and filled with iron clasps passed down from his mother. His face is pinched and has sharp features which makes it hard for him to see when he smiles or laughs. His feet are his most noticable feature. To make up for his height he was blessed with larger than normal feet. A curse it would seem in his family for the males, but even more so for him. Speaking of his feet he is missing the sixth and seventh toe on his right foot from an accident when he was young.
Skills and Flaws: Much like his parents he is skilled with hammer and tongs. He favors making blades. Knives to be precise. For all manner of purpose. From elagant cooking utensils to the deadliest daggers you've ever set eyes on. For Jethro he prefers throwing them and he is quite skilled at it too. He can sheer a mountain goats goatee from a hundred paces. However, when not over the hot hearth or having target practice he dabbles with his panflute. He is self taught and fairly good. He is also an alright cook.
As is per usual with dwarvenkin Jethro suffers from the sin of greed. His mother is a jeweler by trade and has a penchant for fine stones. Unfortunately for Jethro so does he. The only difference between him and his mother is he has sticky finger and has on more than one occasion lifted a ring, or pendent, or bauble from their shop and not purchased them. Of course this is not worth mentioning if he hasnt been caught at least once. The shame of such only worsens when he gets caught in the lies he tries to tell to get out of trouble. One would think someone his age would be wiser, but it would seem not so for Jethro.
Background: Born to Hrothmir and Frigadene, father and mother respectively, one of the most well known blacksmiths and jewelers in the mountain. The eldest of eight, mother had a tendency for twins, he was actually one of the few who actually stuck with the family business. Most of his brothers and sisters married out of trade. Couple of them are miners, one of them a guardsmen, and most of the others went to various agricultural trades. Only Jethro and his youngest sister Amira took up hammer and tongs. Then there is Jethro's family. His wife, Ilsa, and his young son Daggim. Daggim is still to young for a tradeskill and Ilsa is a Midwife and seamtress. Jethro has hopes that Daggim will take up smithing so not to disrupt the family line.
Hey I'm Bigg Slamm! Call me bigg, slamm, or whatever. Anyway I'm looking for a partner or two for 1 on 1 stories. I'm a guy and fine playing with whomever just be 18 plus. I'm looking for MxF or MxM. Anything related to pokemon, monster girl/guys, neko, or anything like that goes. If you have a different idea that you cant get anyone else to try hit me up here or in pm. Thanks for considering me and have a good day. :3
yay! posted. god im so excited for this!
Malachi, Solomon, and Cleo were in an area desiganated for Argentians with bird pokemon. Cleo was atop a perch above where Malachi sat and Solomon sat beside him on the floor. Around them were fellow Argentians merry making and gossiping. Some from his company back in the capital and many many others from the surrounding cities. Malachi and his pokemon arrived early so they were in no hurry to eat. They mixed and mingled, but mostly people watched. Malachi looked around giving hopeful smiles to the inexperianced and uncofortable, and dissapointed frowns to the judgemental and overzealous. He was just glad to get the chance to make a change. Atlas needed it, bad. Malachi was eager to hear what the Emporor had to say and prayed to Lugia everyone here agreed.
Just as that thought finished itself Malachi's stomach grumbled. "Guess I'm hungry afterall" He mumbled to himself with a chuckle. He looked around him on the table to see what there was offered. The sushi and tempura looked good, and the exotic delicacies intrigued him, but what caught his eye was the whole roasted stuffed alomomola. It was a specialty from his home village and he hadn't had it in years. With a salivating mouth he stood and walked to the platter. Thankfully it hadn't been touched yet. "Good. More for me and the gang." He said under his breath as he picked up the platter and utensils. He took back to his seat and made plates of the vegetable and berry stuffed fish for his partners. All three of them happily ate as they waited for the Emporor's announement.
Just as that thought finished itself Malachi's stomach grumbled. "Guess I'm hungry afterall" He mumbled to himself with a chuckle. He looked around him on the table to see what there was offered. The sushi and tempura looked good, and the exotic delicacies intrigued him, but what caught his eye was the whole roasted stuffed alomomola. It was a specialty from his home village and he hadn't had it in years. With a salivating mouth he stood and walked to the platter. Thankfully it hadn't been touched yet. "Good. More for me and the gang." He said under his breath as he picked up the platter and utensils. He took back to his seat and made plates of the vegetable and berry stuffed fish for his partners. All three of them happily ate as they waited for the Emporor's announement.
me too. i have a dwarf i regularly use in fantasy stories. my old friend jethro would love to have another adventure.
@innertt thanks. youre a doll. :3
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