Blaze Gamma

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

Get out of my topic.

... In all seriousness, though, I did say not to post any CSes in the OOC :/

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga)

No. Lion. You aren't allowed. You aren't ever allowed. I refuse to even READ your CS.

....

Fine, I'll read it later.

Blood and Sand (BethHarrisonxBlazeGamma)

So what are you studying?

Keepers of Death (University RP, Male characters needed)

So long as you follow the rules of the application, you'll be accepted. That is literally the only reason I would turn one down.

Keepers of Death (University RP, Male characters needed)

Aye

Blood and Sand (BethHarrisonxBlazeGamma)

No rush. I am reading something stupid to keep amused for the time being.

Blood and Sand (BethHarrisonxBlazeGamma)

And it is done.

Keepers of Death (Black University Saga, the First Year) Interest Check

RumikoOhara said
I'll have to go with whips, she could have come by a simple one going to a carnival as a booth prize

The 'How' of the weapon obtaining will already be furnished by the plot. You'll get to the chain sword eventually, I just needed a base classification, and the weapon could work as either/or. Your character is accepted, though.

Marumasa: I feel as if the Cestus may fall into too much a specialized weapon for the purposes of the early portions of the RP. Would you be willing to go with either a dagger or unarmed as the weapon type to start?

Blood and Sand (BethHarrisonxBlazeGamma)

It wasn't as if the man now laying in the dirt outside of the saloon were a bad person. By anyone's definition, he could be called a layabout, a moocher, or just plain unsavory, but certainly not a bad person. The best word that could be used to describe him was a drunk. The reason he found himself lying in the dirt was because he was penniless, and was not able to pay the bar tab he'd accrued the night before. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been there. All he knew was that the sun was scorching, and that he had a hangover that could slay even the mightiest of outlaws. This combination was the reason he continued to lie in the dirt, rather than to get up and do anything.

Mind, a man such as him should not have had a reason to be penniless. His now red soil caked clothes were those of a person who was well off. His vest, worn over, what was hours ago, a pristine white gentleman's blouse, was tailored to his form, in fact, all his clothing was that of aristocracy. All of it was made from expensive materials, and put together in the Queen's own country. Even the silver watch in his vest pocket was a sign of a well to do man. It was a gift from his uncle, a higher up within the Western Pacific Railroad Company, and it bore an engraving of the driving of the Last Spike, for which his uncle had been present.

This did not matter much, though, as the uncle had disowned the young man all too recently for his uselessness and his drinking habits. He groaned a little. The heat was starting to become unbearable, and he needed to get out of it. He also needed to find some quick cash, which would be very difficult for a young man with no discernible skills. Ever so slowly, he sat up and got himself off the ground, brushing off the red clay soil.

"Well, Miles..." He mumbled to himself, looking around for someone who looked well off enough that he could attach himself to for the time being. "You've really got yourself into a mess now..." He groaned, rubbing his temples. It was going to be a long day.

Blood and Sand (BethHarrisonxBlazeGamma)

Alright. I'll take some time for a post once I get home.