Joker892

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

Jeffery was greedy with his beverage as he nearly downed the whole thing in one gulp. He coughed a bit as it went down the wrong hole and cleared his throat with a grin. He had to work on pacing himself. He chuckled as he tapped onto his chest with his fist and chuckled as his favorite new stranger pointed out his short sword. "T-this old thing?" he asked as he unsheathed his weapon halfway to reveal its newly sharpened edges. He always made sure to keep his sword nice and pristine, but it was clear from the hilt of the sword that it has seen many years of combat. Jeffery ran his thumb across the grips worn out leather and chuckled. "No sword can even come close to replacing this thing. Been in the family for years and hasn't failed its wielder yet. Hell, its even broken a few of those fancy sabers belonging to rich nobles a couple of times," he boasted as the memories of past battles flooded his mind. "Plus it's much easier to use when in close courters, not like those sabers or other weapons," he mumbled and took a smaller sip from his drink with delight. This places drinks weren't half bad actually, he'd need to come here more often.

He re-sheathed the word and looked back to the stranger. "By the way, I've gave my name so how about we learn yours? I don't mind a new drinking mate, but I rather learn their names while we drank," he chuckled while pointing his finger towards him.

@Magister

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

Jeffery's eyebrow rose a bit at the strangers kind action, but a grin came to his lips as he thought of his coming beverage. He may have been in unfamiliar surroundings with a completely new set of individuals to deal with, but he was never one to refuse a drink. Plus he's been on the road for weeks now dealing with both mother natures cruel love and the fiends who hid in the shadows ready to kill and steal all that was valuable. A good drink was very much needed for the young mercenary. He chuckled and flipped his hood off from his head to fully reveal his face. Dirt and a few scratches covered his face from his travel, his hair was a complete mess and it was easy to tell he never really took much care in keeping it groomed and finally heavy bags rested below his eyes from the many sleepless nights on the road. Jeffery has surely seen better days. He scratched the stubble on his chin and spoke. "Thanks, I could use a good drink, getting real tired of dirt filled water. Ah, hope my appearance don't bother ya, haven't had time to stay in my usual glowing form," he chuckled and spotted their drinks coming over to their booth. A meal wouldn't hurt either, but he didn't want to push his luck. The drink was enough.

@Magister

Fairy Tail RP

@TheHangedManI'm definitely still down.

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

The storms past us now so there's nothing to really worry about, but powers out for awhile so that sucks.

@EchoicChamber

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

Sorry for the crappy post, I'm on my phone thanks to Irma.

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

Jeffery glanced up from under his hood and was greeted by a dark haired stranger giving him a courteous bow. Jeffery inspected the man with a weary eye. On first glance he didn't seem dangerous, but he's learned from past mistakes that not every respectful individual is to be trusted. Sadly Jeffery's judgment was clouded from both the rain and his frustration for his current job. He shrugged and gestured towards the empty seat with a smirk. "She's all yours mate," he said before removing his rifle from the table and setting it down next to him. "Names Jeffery, but ya can call me Jeff."

@Magister

Arcane Orphanage

@AristoclesI'd like to give it a shot.

An Adventurer's Calling | [Full!]

Mark simply glanced at the girl dressed as a ninja and the strange girl who seemed a bit off and sighed. If this was all true, then he was going to have to gain a few allies, though looking at them now didn't exactly scream 'reliable' to Mark. He shrugged and drummed his fingers atop his new table. "Call me Mark," he stated and looked the young ninja up and down. Seemed a little young to be a ninja, and he would know seeing as how he had a run in with the Yakuza a few years back. They had some serious killer ninjas. But he just brushed it off and ignored that fact as he pulled his eyes away from her and towards a random direction in the hall. "Anyways Black, is it cool if I call ya Black? Cool? Cool, happy we can talk this out as a team, anyway I'm gonna be expecting for you to watch my back from whatever this world has to throw at us. That includes you too," he said glancing towards Jessica. "As long as I'm not dead, you're not dead," he finished and waved for a passing waitress. "Hey, get me a whole round of the hardest stuff ya got pronto!"

@HokumPocus @GarlandDaHero

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

Jeffery marched through the cities streets and frowned under his hood from the pouring rain. Not only is it a pain trying to keep his gunpowder dry, but trying to find a place out of the rain seemed damn near impossible! Every building, establishment- hell, even a few boxes were filled to the brim with the cities residence. Speaking of residence, Jeffery was not to sure as how to feel about them. He had heard rumors about the fallen city of London and its people, but he just waved them off as mere rumors. He didn't really think there were these, well, unnatural beings of nature living here. Plus, the strangest thing about this city was its ability to unsettle, yet fascinate Jeffery at the same time. He couldn't explain why, maybe it was the damn rain.

Jeffery groaned and continued to scan for any suitable places to escape the cities unnatural rain. Finally, after what felt like ages Jeffery spotted an establishment that seemed perfect for shelter. "The Singing Mandrake," he mumbled to himself as he scanned the buildings sign and entered. Jeffery was welcomed by the sight of a bustling establishment. People laughed and sang as they drank their way through the rainy day. People applauded and cheered for the performers on stage and Jeffery couldn't help but smirk. "Seems like a fine place to rest," he said to himself and made his way to an empty booth. Though Jefferies smirk soon disappeared as he glanced left and right to see a few of the patrons giving him an odd, or weary look. He didn't blame them really seeing as how he had his rifle slung over his back, pistol to his right waist and short sword to his left. He wasn't looking for trouble, just a place to think and plan out his new job. Sadly though his appearance didn't give everyone else that message.

He pulled his hood a bit farther down so he couldn't make eye contact with anyone and found a empty booth. He gently placed his rifle onto the table, sat down and pulled out a folded letter left to him by is apparent new employer. Jeffery sighed and made sure to conceal the letter so no one could see it. Didn't want nosey people digging into his business. He unfolded the letter and raised an eyebrow as examined the letter. All that was written was a messy message saying over and over again, "KILL MASTERS! KILL MASTERS!" Jeffery shook his head and groaned before whispering to himself. "Who in the hell are your masters?

Fallen London: Of Whimsy and Eldritch Horrors (Always Open!)

Jeffery

Full Name: Jeffery Ortegious.

Nicknames/Aliases: Jeff

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: Mercenary

Description:

his looks

He's slightly built with blue eyes, brown hair and a small stubble of hair growing onto his chin. A few scars cover his torso from past battles, but that's to be expected in his line of work.


Personality: Cool headed, blunt and a smart ass. He can be friendly at times, but that's only on his good days.

Skills: Excellent marksman, decent swords man and a fair brawler.

Weaknesses: An old wound to his knee from a past battle.

Brief History: Jeffery has lived and breathed within the world of smoke, fire and blood for his whole life. His parents were killed when he was just a few months old and was left in the care of his older sister, Hannah. Hannah raised Jeffery within a small group of hired soldiers as cook for the men. As they both aged within the group of mercenaries Jeffery took up lessons with a few of the soldiers and became handy with a rifle and sword. Once he reached the age of 16 he was allowed to fight along side his fellow hired soldiers in an upcoming job from a few nobles. They were victorious in their job, but as they returned to their camp they found nothing but death and ashes. The nobles who had hired his group seemed to want no traces of their involvement, so they had sent their small forces to attack their main camp while they were away and ambushed the weary and battered returning party. Jeffery barely escaped with his life, but his group was completely massacred. His sister was among the casualties. With sorrow poisoning his heart form such a great loss he set out on his own to fine a reason to keep going on. Two years have passed now and Jeffery has caught wind of a potential well paying job that resides in the city below the earth.

Other: Jeffery is a excellent cook and enjoys to cook for others. He is also not a fan of nobles