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    1. Dark Mechanist 10 yrs ago

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"No, I don't need your charity," Vince told the kid. In truth, Vince felt warmed by the kid's reluctance to simply turn him in. But he was already abashed and had a façade to maintain. Moreover, Vince already had a few loaves in his satchel.

Without responding, Vince pulled himself up and nodded at the shopkeep in an impassive demonstration of gratitude.

Oradi propelled the mysterious stone onto the floor. "By the way, do either of you two know where this is?" he said.

After a few seconds of staring at the stone, something vague popped into Vince's mind. "I've seen one of those before," Vince averred. "Somewhere…"
Lmaoslayer said
So should I continue with my part then?


Yeah, I think so. :) Or what Zagan said.
My character is ensnared now. There's not much he can do.
Vince was crouched behind a yeast barrel, wondering what to do next. He'd slid behind it after accidentally dropping one of the gold pieces, but he'd been spotted by the 'kid' regardless. In truth, Vince felt angry at himself. To get caught is one thing, but to get caught stealing, what, some bread and a handful of gold pieces, and by a kid… For a man who held himself at such high esteem, that was simply pathetic.

Rotating his head like an owl, Vince scanned the area, looking for something, anything, that could help him escape. But there was nothing. He had quite literally trapped himself in a corner.

A burly voice shouted "Come out!" and it rung in Vince's ears. "Who was it?" he wondered. The kid's father? A guard, here to capture him and throw him in jail?
While my character is in the bakery, it would be cool if your character, Lmaoslayer, caught him.
Vince was navigating through the bustling market of Alvaria, in search of lunch. He made his way down the street at a steady pace, weaving in and out of the people.

His senses were roused by one thing in particular: the smell of freshly baked loaves from the bakery, just down the street. Vince stood still, letting the divine smell permeate through him.

He walked over to alley next to the bakery, the smell becoming more intense, and jumped over the rusty gate with the agility of a leopard. Vince approached the bakery’s back door and pressed his ear against it, listening for activity within the shop. “Ah, nothing,” he whispered.

As he opened the door, he heard a voice — a young voice — from another room. “That must be Alek Tanner, the ‘kid’ who runs the bakery,” Vince told himself. Hurrying himself, he slunk over to the glowing oven and took some bread from the cooling tray above it. As he was cramming the loaves into his satchel, he spotted a stack of gold pieces on the shelf; he grabbed them, too.
Assallya said
I was going to focus on information brokering and facilitating illicit activities: smuggling, robberies, assassinations and other dastardly activities.


That sounds like something my character could become involved in.
As a drop of limpid water rolled down Vince’s forehead, he awoke. Vince, a solitary rogue, didn’t currently have the luxury of a comfortable abode; he was camped out in a nook within the vast network of sewers that ran under Alvaria. People seldom ventured into the sewers, and they were dark enough for him to remain unnoticed if anyone did.

Vince, regaining his senses, pulled himself up onto his feet. “Dang, I’m hungry,” he muttered. “Guess I’m going to have to pilfer some food.” He proceeded to the nearest ladder out of the sewer — the next left, followed by a right turn — without making a sound. All one could hear was the echoes of squabbling mice in the distance. Vince’s outfit was optimised for his trade: all black, to merge with the shadows, with shoes crafted for the express purpose of concealing his presence.

Once he reached the ladder, he climbed its slimy rungs and lifted the lid of the manhole cover to check that all was clear. The bright mid-day light poured in, and Vince resisted the urge to cover his eyes due to the pain. He saw no one, as expected — this manhole was on the outskirts of the forest adjacent to the town, after all.

Vince clambered out of the sewer and lowered the cover carefully back into place, and then he made his way towards the market.
Name: Vince Augustus
Birthday: Winter, 12
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Looks: Fairly short. Athletic, fit build. Black hair. Yellow Eyes. Quite pale skin colour.
Personality: Keeps himself to himself. Reclusive. No one in the town knows much about him, or who he is. He’s rarely even seen, due to his aptitude for stealth.
Job: No official job, but he steals things from other Alvaria citizens for money. He enjoys doing so, too. It’s not only a money-making activity, but also a hobby.
Family: None/unknown.
History: Unknown — he’s one of the ‘new vistors’ to Alvaria.
Marriage requirement: Must have similar personality traits and an attractive physique. Ideally, they will also be a criminal.
Other: None
In Hi 10 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Hi there!

I've been wanting to role-play for quite some time now. Now that I've found this website, I plan to get involved.

I've never RPed before though, so I might be a bit nooby.
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