I have a sort of idea planned for how I want Gren's character to develop. I know that he's greedy and I also know that with the inevitable amount of fighting going on in this book Gren is going to start relishing bloodshed more and more. Dunno where I want these two traits to lead him though.
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Grendel Kirk
So the cabin. That was something. Grendel had been all over the lands surrounding Mashal, and never before had he seen this cabin. Not once. It was highly suspicious, and it led Gren to believe that there was something unnatural going on here. He was not a superstitious person by any means, never was. So unnatural meant magical. Magic meant money. Money meant no more getting half drowned in a mud puddle in the middle of a rain storm, or going days at a time without eating. Money meant warm, cozy fires and soft, comfortable beds. Money meant food, all that Grendel could desire. He could replace the too large glass eye that made his socket ache with something fancy and jeweled. He would be the envy of the town! Gren just needed to take whatever was in that building. He could feel it. Calling to him.
Certainly something magical was worth a great deal of money.
There was certainly something in that house.
And Grendel Kirk wanted it all.
Gren began to descend down the hill towards the first pond in a slow, methodical way. He felt as if some great puppet master in the sky was pulling him along, guiding him by invisible strings. He began to wade into the first pond, determined. The fires of his hope burned brighter than a sun. How Gren hoped.
He could feel the treasure ahead pulling him forward.
Gren could feel the tug.
So turns out the character I had in mind is way too much of a chaotic and evil villainous sort of guy to use in this RP, so I shall set to work on something else!
EDIT: I lied, can we make our characters be criminals? If not, then I probably lied about lying.
EDIT: I lied, can we make our characters be criminals? If not, then I probably lied about lying.
@Ceta de Cloyes I'll just let you move things along or wait or whatever, Gren doesn't really have much to say.
Gren would probably confess. Maybe.
@Gisk Gren is a reflection of me IRL so I'm having him do whatever I'd do in the given situations. Don't worry, Alph doesn't have to write a song about it.
@Ceta de Cloyes Well I just figured as if Gren didn't already have enough reasons to leave the village behind once they find the eggs, now here's one more.
I am resurrect.
Mattias entered the building through the front with Katya and Ashley, remaining vigilant. Then that club owner showed up and gave his little spiel on lawyers and other such bullshit when he was clearly a law breaker himself. The werewolf eyed up 'Mister Jones' carefully. This was one of his least favorite types of scum. The ones that believed themselves to be nigh on untouchable in all but the most extreme of scenarios. He could practically smell the dishonesty wafting off of him. Mattias lit a cigarette, and rolled his eyes at the entire scenario they found themselves in. It would be much simpler to kill the man and be done with it right then and there. Of course he couldn't do that though. It would ruin any chances he had of operating with Soldier again in the future. Too many witnesses.
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"I say just let the civilians leave."
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"I say just let the civilians leave."
Gren stood before the door to his mother's cabin, trembling just slightly. He summoned his courage and opened the door, stepping within. The sounds of shouting and struggle could be heard within for a few brief moments before it ceased abruptly. Grendel emerged from small wooden home with a split lip and a few flecks of blood on his cheek. He had his bow now. Gren took a few shaky steps away from the house before starting off at a trot towards the bridge.
Alph was already there when he arrived, so Gren took a moment to wipe off the stray dots of crimson liquid with the sleeve of his tunic. He then approached Alphonse wordlessly, and stared off into the distance, his face a shade paler than usual.
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"Mother? I, I just need to grab a few things. I swear, I'll be out in just a moment."
"You? You filthy little rat! You're not going anywhere!" Gren's mother hefted a heavy a heavy drinking goblet and hurled it at Gren's face. The goblet hit him square in the jaw, and blood began to leak from his lip.
Gren held his jaw, staring at his mother in shock, and then rage. "You... you fucking cunt!" And with that, Grendel hurled himself at his mother, until the two were nothing but a frenzy of biting, and kicking, and anger. The fight ended with Gren straddled over his mother's chest, his hands tightening around her neck.
"I hate you! You ruined my life! You and father ruined me! YOU'RE A MONSTER!" His mother opened her mouth in response, though only spittle leaked out. Then it was done.
Grendel could not make himself speak. He instead chose to wrap himself into a ball and cry silently. With that done, Gren retrieved what he arrived for and left.
Alph was already there when he arrived, so Gren took a moment to wipe off the stray dots of crimson liquid with the sleeve of his tunic. He then approached Alphonse wordlessly, and stared off into the distance, his face a shade paler than usual.
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"Mother? I, I just need to grab a few things. I swear, I'll be out in just a moment."
"You? You filthy little rat! You're not going anywhere!" Gren's mother hefted a heavy a heavy drinking goblet and hurled it at Gren's face. The goblet hit him square in the jaw, and blood began to leak from his lip.
Gren held his jaw, staring at his mother in shock, and then rage. "You... you fucking cunt!" And with that, Grendel hurled himself at his mother, until the two were nothing but a frenzy of biting, and kicking, and anger. The fight ended with Gren straddled over his mother's chest, his hands tightening around her neck.
"I hate you! You ruined my life! You and father ruined me! YOU'RE A MONSTER!" His mother opened her mouth in response, though only spittle leaked out. Then it was done.
Grendel could not make himself speak. He instead chose to wrap himself into a ball and cry silently. With that done, Gren retrieved what he arrived for and left.
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