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"Ved"
His hands found their way into his drinking pocket as he watched the great doors of the castle open before him. Only once, at his own home, had he ever seen anything near the intricacy of the engravings in the wood, or anything of such strong quality of wood. As his hand moved casually in his pocket, his fingers found the cold, steel and glass disk he was searching for, and brought it out and to his lips, revealing the ancient tomes carved into his hands and the flask. Protective wards, mana-inducers, etc. were carved all along the flesh of his body, some burned,some cut, and others tattooed, but nonetheless, he had become a tapestry of ancient magical symbolism. The bright amber liquid shown clearly through the transparent class of the disk, and it swished about as his mouth pulled it from it's place, drinking the strong beverage hungrily. He drank heavily, for it dulled the sound of whispers that plagued his mind, and dulled the pain on his flesh from the recent markings.

Sliding the circular disk back into his pocket, he brought his sleeve to his mouth, wiping it slowly to pick up any remaining alcohol that stayed on his lips. Passing on the offered liquor, as he preferred his own, he listened closely to the others, whose names he had yet to pick up, before considering the question on his own. Why was he here? Was it for the handsome pay, the thought of being so prestigious that he could work among royalty, or the thought of an actual challenge. Likely, it was to be a combination of all three in equal parts. After, and If, he finished this Assignment he would be funded beyond anything he could ever imagine, and would likely never need to take another job and still live comfortably, but, with the difficulty of this upcoming job, and the combined networking he would manage during it, he could work for anyone in the land, and his name would become even more common than it actually was, perhaps even a face would finely go along with the name.

September 4th, 2015: 5:42 PM
He had caught her flirty wink, and returned it with a slight, playful half-smirk of his own, not one for the more obvious senses of flirting, his technique tended to be limited, as he would never allow himself to approach someone else, and before introducing himself, he would have the bartender pour two shots of his favorite whiskey. If they could handle the drink, without choking or coughing, he would offer a smile, and his name. If they couldn't, he would give them a disappointed grunt, and turn back to his liquor. It wasn't often that the person in question would pass his test, as the brew was almost 150 proof, but if they did, the flat-mates would meet them in the morning. Most of them would be friendly, depending on the day, but Nicki always seemed to be the most critical of his one night stands. That, and he wasn't exactly know for being able to control how loud his partners tended to be, and Nicki Loved her beauty sleep.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, he blew it out and scooched towards her on the couch, sneaking a look at her latest designs. He wasn't much for fashion, as his tastes were limited to "lumberjack" or "mountain man." But nonetheless, he always could appreciate an artist's work, and he loved to see hers, in progress or complete. His leg pressed intentionally against hers, prolonging the little game of teasing back and forth as he listened pseudo-intently to Taisto spew more dream-centric bullshit about flaming skies and the "black Queen," whom he was assured was nothing but a subconscious fetish for black women in power over him. Adrian was masculine in ever aspect of his life, he ate almost nothing but meat, an absolute top, and kept his thoughts to himself. He was stoic on a talkative day, and wasn't a fan of men who lacked in his sense of masculinity. Which was, albeitly, most modern men, so he learned to deal with them, but still often found himself annoyed when men would talk about their emotions or dreams.
Is there any chance we could constrict this to a single time period a post, the multiple time frames are a bit confusing to me.
September 4th, 2015: 17:30

With a final heave, a loud thump resounded throughout the house as a tire flipped for the 60th time in total. During his workouts, Adrian tended to finish with a bang, flipping the 100 pound tire, instead of merely toppling it. His routing was simple, on the first of every month, he would bring home a tire that weighed 25 pounds more than the last, and use it for what he refereed to as his, "mountain man training," which in his words, "was like strongman, but manlier." He had spent the last several years performing rigorous and all encompassing exercises on a daily, and occasionally bi-daily, basis. It often consisted of an abnormal number of one arm/one legged push-ups to warm up, then lead into a total of sixty squats, lunges, dead-lifts, farmers walks, and tire tumbles, all of which with the added weight of a very heavy rubber tire. Breathing heavily, he wiped the sweat from his face with the T-shirt he had taken off about twenty minutes into the workout. Despite the icy weather, he was clothed only in a pair of shorts, no shoes, and his hairy, muscular figure exposed to the world as he turned his back on the makeshift gym, and walked inside.

As he walked inside, he found his way into the kitchen, and lit up a cigarette from a pack he kept on the windowsill, and it was his one and only vice. His first cigarette had been several years ago, about a month after his ninth birthday he had picked one up from his mum's ashtray, and hated it. But for several weeks, he had an odd craving for one, and he decided to pick another up. Again, the same occurred, he would go into a coughing fit and then immediately put it out, only that time, the coughing wasn't so bad. He was finally hooked the third time around, and then grew to be a rather heavy smoker, despite his athleticism. Taking a long, slow drag, he inhaled deeply before walking into the living room, behind the couch that Nicki was sitting on.

He hand clasped on her shoulder, a slight squeeze and then a release, a bit of a tease as to the great shoulder rubs he was capable of, and gladly gave out to anyone interested. He had spent hours rubbing his mother and grandmothers shoulder's as a kid, and had naturally developed quite an ability for them. Sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, he took another drag from his cigarette, listening to the conversation to see if he would be able to pick up on their talk. So far all he heard was Nicki explaining what a house was to Max, which naturally confused him, but par usual, he kept his mouth shut.
Name:
Adrian Gaetan Zahele
Age:
23
Degree:
-Bachelors in Business Management
-Associates in Auto-Mechanics
Short description of character's outwards appearance:
6'2, 285 lbs. Built like a mountain, a large stomach, big arms, big legs. Thick, short cut dirty blonde hair and a short, thick and curly beard. Hairy as all hell, and damn manly.
Short description of character's personality (including any skills/weaknesses they have):
"Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why things work. Excellent skills with mechanical things. Risk-takers who they live for the moment. Usually interested in and talented at extreme sports. Uncomplicated in their desires. Loyal to their peers and to their internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems."
Anything else important:
Plans to start his own Auto-Shop.
Name:
Adrian Gaetan Zahele
Age:
23
Degree:
-Bachelors in Business Management
-Associates in Auto-Mechanics
Short description of character's outwards appearance:
6'2, 285 lbs. Built like a mountain, a large stomach, big arms, big legs. Thick, short cut dirty blonde hair and a short, thick and curly beard. Hairy as all hell, and damn manly.
Short description of character's personality (including any skills/weaknesses they have):
"Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why things work. Excellent skills with mechanical things. Risk-takers who they live for the moment. Usually interested in and talented at extreme sports. Uncomplicated in their desires. Loyal to their peers and to their internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems."
Anything else important:
Plans to start his own Auto-Shop.
In Flatmates 11 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Micah
He chuckled, then laid himself down on the couch, his legs hanging over the arm, swinging lazily. His head was near her leg, a bit of his hair falling onto her lap. His hair was about chin length, and a dark, sandy blonde, split evenly down the center of his head, the natural waves of his hair providing texture.
"I chase it with hatred for the world."
He said with a play-full, sarcastic smirk.
@FortunesFaded

I'd recommend you have a second Co-GM if ppl can't get ahold of either one of you


I'm actually on almost all the time, so I'd be willing to pitch in.
@LPFan
I feel like our characters will get along
@Love Me Dead
Ved




He eyes trailed, gazing off a bit as he rested his sight on the young Korean man standing before him. He wasn't tall, or built impressively, but he clearly knew what he was doing, as his knife was drawn, and a hand at the ready and a crossbow within it's grip. The young man wasn't letting his gaurd down, and that was something that peeked Ved's interest. He had heard the crack in the mans voice, an the wet spots on his shirt betrayed him, he had been crying recently. That, added with the fresh blood on his shirt, indicated that he wasn't too experienced with killing walkers. Lucky Bastard.

You want to talk? Fine, take your hand off the bow, and step within swinging distance."

He commanded lowly, the guy had a look of innocence alright, but it was an "innocent" man that put the bullet in his knee. He took his bat, and in a quick motion, drove the nails of it in the ground a few feet in front of him. It was close enough that if something went down, he could grab it by stretching out, but far enough that he couldn't touch it standing straight up.

"Step one foot away from the bat, and put your knife in the ground next to it. Put us on a level playing field."
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