Gareth

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Clark grinned he shook hands with his new friend, "Sir Charles Richardson, I'll cut my price to a quarter of the original, because seeing more of the world with a friend is definitely a worthwhile pursuit."

Clark turned around and was surprised to find that Hilda was sorry for the cheap wine and that he was refunded seventy percent of what he had offered to pay.

Then he heard her offer of the barn and he smiled shyly, he might take her up on her offer, she had very, very pretty eyes.

Then something fell on him out of nowhere and he took the disgusting part of whatever the hell it was and threw it in the corner to get it out of his sight. He then heard someone yell but he didn't pay attention much to it, because he hated people yelling so much that not only did he ignore it he decided to leave.

Turning to Richardson, he asked, "Want to take a walk and see the neighbourhood around this shack with me?"

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How do i add pictures to posts for my appearance?

@MidCube

So all you need to do is copy and paste the image url into the image tags-> [image.][/image.] also make sure the end of the link has .jpg

Also if its a big image you might want to put the image tags inside a hider tag [hider.][/hider.]

So you can use those tags, without the .'s to add pictures to your appearance.

I Messed up and edited my post, it should be right now. xD

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Clark knew he had the guy right where he wanted him, having landed an injury on him, and Clark was about to swing his sword to finish the job when the dude's staff spun around towards his skull, which he barely managed to escape-by sliding his body weight to rest heavily on his right side. Unfortunately for Clark his enemy's fist came out of nowhere, solidly punching his stomach, which in turn also knocked the air out of his lungs.

He stood there breathing heavily, a few steps away from Thasseldar with his sword held low with point up, a killing strike planned, waiting for his opponents next move.

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Clark stared at the man with a smile that didn't touch his eyes as a long moment passed before he heard the guys reply. 'Look behind You', Haha, I used that on the fool in the hotel and so I sure as hell am not fallin for it. Then all of a sudden he saw the guy throw himself over the desk next to them and Clark whipped his steel sword out of its sheath instantly and started after him. Before he could take a step a missile of some sort shot at him and he had to fall to the floor belly down to avoid it.

Clark wasn't smiling anymore. "Goodbye.", he said in a cold voice, as he jumped to his feet sprinted around the desk and swung his sword with his right hand in a vicious horizontal slashing motion at the guy's midsection and without pause proceeded to thrust with his sword at the guy's leg.

Supers: A Superpower RP

Michelle was thanking whatever gods were at work in today's world, when she heard the boy say that he was indeed ok. She then looked back at her car for the first time. The hood and windshield were severly damaged and definitely ugly, something that she'd have to get repaired right away. Not only because of the uglyness, but also because no matter where she drove she knew that people would recognize that car a mile away because of the damage. Now if only she knew if her car insurance would cover the damage, she shook her head, she'd worry about that a bit later, as she realized that a guy in a van had stopped behind her vehicle and that the boy next to her was still talking.

She was about to reply to the man and let him know that ofcourse she'd take him to the hospital, when she noticed in the corner of her vision, that the motorcycle guy was rolling his motorcycle closer to them. She shook her head as Mr. Motorcycle said that the boy basically had given her alot of trouble and then tried to boss the guy in the van to take care of him.

Then Mr. Motorcycle threatened to hurt the guy if he didn't 'let her go?', Michelle knew she wasn't a prisoner and this offended her. She rose to her feet about to tell the guy off and then subsided as he continued to not even look her way.

Mr. Motorcycle proceeded to continue talking to the guy she was worried about and she just waited for him to do something that would give her an excuse to take action, he was really getting under her skin. Then abruptly he told them to stay safe and left.

She watched him go until he vanished from her line of sight and then turned back to the boy, giving her late reply to his question. "Ofcourse I'll give you a lift to the Hospital, I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do everything I could to help." she replied kindly. Then something clicked in her memory and she remembered his offer to pay for the damage, "No, I won't make you do that. It was an accident and accidents happen." She assured him with a smile, it was a weird accident to have happen, it made her wonder about him.

Then she looked in the direction that the motorcycle dude had taken and frowned, "I sure hope that dude learns some manners. Oh yeah, I never got your name." She pointed out as she turned back to the boy.

"I'm Michelle. Also if you don't mind I'll help you to my car." She offered as she held out her hand for him to grab.

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Clark listened to him talk about adventures and he definitely agreed with the fellow, it seemed that both of them had the same perspective about things.

He shook his head as he heard, "You will kiss the girl and get married", even had he become famous through war though he didn't envy being chained to a spot by a woman, even if she was remarkably beautiful.

Then he heard about the man who became god and was eaten for failing the trial by fire. A poor fate for the fellow indeed, Clark thought.

"Oh, yeah I still take jobs, especially since I just finished my last job and I haven't been able to find work since." He said in answer to ?

Crap, he shook his head in disgust with himself, "Uhh, sorry I haven't got your name yet. I was wondering if I could have that pleasure. Also my name is clark." He said as he offered his hand for a friendly handshake.

WAKFU/DOFUS RP?

I watched a couple of the tutorials, and the game seems to be like alot of other mmo's where you have professions, guilds, character classes and a bunch of things like that. I was wondering if watching a couple of those videos was enough to join this roleplay.

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Gareth turned back to his companion at his table assuming that his silver dime would be enough to satisfy Hilda. He leaned forward to listen attentively as the guy explained about this airship that apparently was able to get to the Western Wastes which was an unprecedented event.

Also it seemed the Western Wastes was an area that was filled with guns and this startled Clark, as his companion went on in great detail explaining how their airship arrived there and how he had only just escaped death from the Western Wastes clutches.

"Wow, that is an incredible tale my friend and not one I envy much, as I try to avoid near death situations as much as possible," he commented with a slight smile.

Then he was asked about his own story, he didn't think it could compare with his companions and so he kept it brief, "I worked under a mercenary, fighting for money until I became a competent mercenary and swordsmen myself. When I became a competent mercenary then I began to earn money on my own as an independent fighter and I had various missions, but they probably aren't as exciting to hear about as your stories." he said slightly embarrassed.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Gareth looked at the glass of wine Hilda offered him speculatively. But after several long moments he decided that it was indeed what it seemed, but it didn't have the right color like the other red wines he had drunk before.

So he smiled at Hilda and said, "That wine looks off colour, so I will give you a silver dime, which in his currency is equivalent to 1/10th of one gold.

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Somehow Miff missed his shot at Lucien, and then a huge alien tried to kill him but he narrowly leaped away from the attack.

He was plotting a better angle to strike at Lucien with when all of a sudden Lucien opened fire. Miff reacted best he could and sprinted around the man at top speed. Even with his quick reaction, one of the projectiles grazed his right flank, leaving it slightly bleeding.

He was trying to line up a good shot on the man, but he couldn't because of all the projectiles the man rapid fired at him.

It was only a matter of time before Miff tired out or the man ran out of ammo.

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Clark had already searched through the lobby, the kitchen, the dining area and most of the rooms and there was nobody.

He whipped out his sword in one room to slash the curtains to shreds in order to vent some of his anger. If they had gotten away, he was going to explain failure to those hooded figures, something that he had less than no desire to do.

After several more minutes of fruitless search he had at last looked through the entire place and seen no one besides the unconscious fool on the floor.

He slung his sword over his shoulder as he made his way back to the front door, but as he got there, he noticed that there was a man? there.

"Hello." he said to the guy in the doorway, with a slight smile on his face.

Then after a quick moment he realized that this was one of his targets, he spread his hands, palms up, in a relaxed position as he said, "Hey there, you are somebody I'm looking for. Is there anything you wish to say before I have to remove you from this picture?" He finished arrogantly, knowing that he could and would get rid of the guy.