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So... I'm a writer... A gamer and an anime nerd... Uh... I love fantasy ans Sci-fi. And I have a weakness for romance. I'm also gay.... My best friend and I joke around and say that I caught the ghey. My best friend is also a trash talking dwarf. No lie. He's 4'9 has longer hair than most women and a beard. Anyways.... I ramble about stuff often... I'm pretty socially awkward but get me on a topic I like and I'll talk for days....
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Grizz the Mauler
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"I've been in fights before. Warzones, actually." Chrys takes a seat. "This is a vacation compared to most of them..." When it came to it, Chrys was a string fighter and was offered a chance at OCT when he was old enough. He turned it down stating he wanted to have a normal life for a bit. He sets his bow next to him and straps in. "If you get overwhelmed yell and I can shift you away. I'll take the middle line. I work best not always fighting."
Corinth
Corinth picked his way through the forest on his rounds about the castle. Shifting his bow on his shoulder he steps softly but firmly down the path to a nearby stream. He crosses the sandbar bridge and keeps walking, eyes scanning for wildlife and other sentients. He spots a small flag tied to a brnach and retrieves it. "That's the last one..." He puts it in his pack and keeps walking.
As he walks he thinks back to when he forst arrived here, a few years ago and how intimidating this place was. Especially it's King. There were stories of what insane and monsterous acts he was capable of. And how he was seen as something even darker than a mere vampire. Back in his hometown the adults often said that if you were too loud at night you'd wake old Dushan. And to wake him was to sleep as deep as he...
Magnus/Gunnar
The lumbering giant of a vampire holed himself up in his office working over papers and generally shutting himself away from everyone. He notes that none of the Rangers or Scouts have found the flags Gunnar hid yet. He hears a strange sound and looks down at the form next to him. "Fang..." He grumbles in his deep voice. "Where the hell did you get that..." He grabs the wooden training sword from the hound who whines. "No. You have bones." Magnus stands up and places the sword back in it's spot, kicking the aforementioned bone to the hound. He looks around and sees Storm dozing near the fire. "Hmm... Maybe i should go out..." He grabs his jacket and his claymore and heads out of the room. Fang lets out a whine and follows after rousing Storm who huffs at the smaller dog and follows Magnus out. He heads out to the back gardens, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.
"You know... Those things can kill you." Gunnar walks up next to him, a smirk playing on his face.
"I'm already technically dead, Cousin." Magnus gives a puff of smoke before growling at Gunnar. "What do you want, Gunnar."
The smaller man laughs. "You've been inside for the past week. Lets spar." He al but drags Magnus to the Training Grounds where once they have their weapons and step into the ring, they prove just why they are some of the strongest warriors.
Corinth picked his way through the forest on his rounds about the castle. Shifting his bow on his shoulder he steps softly but firmly down the path to a nearby stream. He crosses the sandbar bridge and keeps walking, eyes scanning for wildlife and other sentients. He spots a small flag tied to a brnach and retrieves it. "That's the last one..." He puts it in his pack and keeps walking.
As he walks he thinks back to when he forst arrived here, a few years ago and how intimidating this place was. Especially it's King. There were stories of what insane and monsterous acts he was capable of. And how he was seen as something even darker than a mere vampire. Back in his hometown the adults often said that if you were too loud at night you'd wake old Dushan. And to wake him was to sleep as deep as he...
Magnus/Gunnar
The lumbering giant of a vampire holed himself up in his office working over papers and generally shutting himself away from everyone. He notes that none of the Rangers or Scouts have found the flags Gunnar hid yet. He hears a strange sound and looks down at the form next to him. "Fang..." He grumbles in his deep voice. "Where the hell did you get that..." He grabs the wooden training sword from the hound who whines. "No. You have bones." Magnus stands up and places the sword back in it's spot, kicking the aforementioned bone to the hound. He looks around and sees Storm dozing near the fire. "Hmm... Maybe i should go out..." He grabs his jacket and his claymore and heads out of the room. Fang lets out a whine and follows after rousing Storm who huffs at the smaller dog and follows Magnus out. He heads out to the back gardens, pulling out a cigar and lighting it.
"You know... Those things can kill you." Gunnar walks up next to him, a smirk playing on his face.
"I'm already technically dead, Cousin." Magnus gives a puff of smoke before growling at Gunnar. "What do you want, Gunnar."
The smaller man laughs. "You've been inside for the past week. Lets spar." He al but drags Magnus to the Training Grounds where once they have their weapons and step into the ring, they prove just why they are some of the strongest warriors.
Chrys scowls and looks over, most of the noise buffered by the water he's in. "You know... You could have just yelled..." He shifts out of the water, grabbing his towel from the duffel and quickly drying off. "I'll meet you guys in the hangar." Chrys shifts himself and the duffel to the locker rooms in ths hangar and changes into his gear, a black shirt, a custom made black demin and carbon steel jeans, a ballistic resistant jacket with a white skull motif on the back amd grabs his bow and quiver, checking that he has his arrows he puts it on his back. He grabs his knives and puts them on his belt. He checks himself before pulling on his mask, another skull motif and heading out to the hangar, shifting there with a single step.
I will post tonight hopefully. Im being kept late at work.
Gah... work is freaking crazy today... But im on break now for an hour which is good.
Well... I work all day tomorrow with a break around 3 and i get off around 8.... But I'm okay with missing out on a bit lol.
@Silmaril
Thats if you could manage to get a bit of their time... As Corinth is almost never seen around as he wanders often or is sleeping. And Magnus busies himself with work to not think about such things....
Thats if you could manage to get a bit of their time... As Corinth is almost never seen around as he wanders often or is sleeping. And Magnus busies himself with work to not think about such things....
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