NorthernGR

The Bawdy Dog

ꝿ NAME: Dirion Seryn

ꝿ RELATIONSHIP WITH BUSKER: Dirion has been bumming around The Bawdy Dog for around a week and a half. During this time he has become somewhat of a regular. More to the point, he has grown quite the tab. Half due to his new drinking problem and half because of Busker's "business" practices. Dirion now only has enough to pay for half the tab. Dirion holds a strong disdain for Busker because of the hole he put him in.

ꝿ RELATIONSHIP WITH PALLAS: Dirion has picked up chatter over time in the Dog (Read: Just a second ago/right before she walked in.) That Pallas is a bounty hunter. Now normally an innocent man has nothing to fear from a bounty hunter. But sadly this is not a normal kind of time. For all Dirion knows there is a sizable bounty on him just waiting to be plucked up... He was have to be careful around her.

ꝿ NEEDS: To find and crush his enemies because they destroyed his life.

ꝿ OBJECT: His and Brigen's rings.

ꝿ DETAILS: Dirion was raised by a sellsword named Victor starting at the age of eleven. This is because he was forced to leave his home due to unfortunate circumstances. During his time he was taught how to fight along moving without a sound and ehm.. Cajoling women. Much to his now distaste. Eventually Victor died and Dirion went out on his own. Soon finding... Her.
Dirion fell in love with the daughter of a noble that ruled over a nearby city. Her name was Brigen. The father didn't approve but they were planning to get married one way or another. After fighting with the Father over their marriage for a long time Dirion and Brigen argeed to elope. The night they planned to leave Dirion went to Brigen's bedroom to find her dead, strangled. By who he didn't know. A second later guards burst into her room and arrested Dirion for Brigen's murder. He managed to escape on his way to execution. Not soon after fleeing the city.
Now Dirion stews in The Bawdy Dog all day. He plans to soon launch an investigation to find who killed his love. Once he gets enough coin to hire some help. And.... And maybe after just one more bottle..

Dirion's hair is long and his features thin and sharp. While his haired is naturally blond he died it grey to disguise as an old man to help him flee the city. He did not take into account how hard the blasted dye would be to get out once he had gotten it in. While you can see fringes of blond hairs starting to poke out from the roots the majority of his hair is still grey. He covers himself in a bland brown cloak. Underneath hides some decent grade garb. Better than what a regular peasant would have, but no where near as good as something of a lord or nobles cloth.

The Bawdy Dog

Hi everyone, I'm North. I chatted with Mokley and I will be apping for this. Can't wait to RP with you guys.

@Mokley. I meant to ask. Is it okay if I change the item. "Royal lady's garter" to just like "Royal lady's handkerchief" or something? Just curious.

Conduits (infamous based RP)

I'm interested.

The Maledicti Family

It's looking like this is pretty full (and maybe dead) But I am interested if there is by any miracle still room.

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Soo.. Hey.. If anyone happens to still be subscribed to this I thought I would say I'm back and that I'm sorry I disappeared. Life got a bit crazy, I got some writers block and got pretty stressed overall. I stopped reading posts for a bit when I had had the flu to give myself a break but by the time I was good I was then freaking out about the fact that I hadn't been active and hadn't bothered to read the posts. And then assumed I had a crap ton of stuff to read and panicked. (Fun fact, almost nothing had actually happened and I was an idiot.) So the my wonderful brain of mine decided to pretty much disappear. Yeeah. I'm sorry that I ditched without saying anything again. But I'm back now. So... yay? I'm guessing no ones gonna wanna come back to this. But I just felt I should give an explanation for my disappearance. That or everyone has unsubbed from this like I am guessing and I am talkin to air. :p

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

Okay Oni. Just do your best dude!

Ragtag: Steampunk treasure hunting.

So I've had the flu and haven't been active. I'm waiting on everyone to post or at the very least say they are content without posting themselves reacting to everything and leaving the ship before we get going.

Lantern

I still need to make a post too. I've been dealing with the flu at the moment. Getting better so I will be in my right enough mind to do that soon.

Lantern

But of course. He shall mysteriously be missing his equipment as we agreed :)

Oh yeah he is gonna have a fun time waking up. I will get a post out later hopefully. At the moment I am going to the doctors so it will be a bit. Also I feel I should let you know that bad timing is my specialty.

Also hello everyone! Hope you are ready for me to cramp your style :D

Lantern

*Walks in awkwardly* So heeeey Mokley. Remember how ages ago I said I was going to app for this. And then never said anything else about this because I am a bad person? Well I got writers block and it took me so long that I pretty much didn't say anything here out of shame. But I did it! I made the person with the thing! :D *hides in corner* Also I wrote this at 10pm to 1am while sick so quality may be really bad and I can't tell.. If so I am sorry. :3
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Name: Peryn Graven

Age: 21

Appearance

Occupation: Formerly a butcher. Now a Conscript.

Personality: Peryn in his adult life suffers from a fair amount of stress. He felt like the entire family rested on his shoulders after his Father was left. Markell’s work ethic, and maybe even mantra for life, impacted Peryn greatly. He put the health of his Mother and Bridgen before his own.

Peryn used to have some interest in animals, how could anyone not really? Little furry intelligent things running around the woods would intrigue any child. So when his father finally showed him what his job was Peryn was far from thrilled, especially since this is what everyone said he would be doing. However after a couple months of work his weak stomach was taken care of. Though he still wasn’t a fan of it.

Due to the amount of time he worked Peryn was not known for having a large list of friends. Some thought of him as recluse, unempathetic, or just rude. But that wasn’t true. He held plenty of love and time for his Mother and Sister. And even then he had a few people he did business regularly with that seemed to like him well enough. And they made him laugh at times.

Peryn had feared the battle. No way around it. It filled him with dread. Killing an animal was one thing, but another human? He doubted he would be able to raise his arm. And what if he was slain? He still didn’t know anything about his father. The thought of his family without anyone made him terrified. Peryn had debated deserting but the possibility of being branded a traitor and creating more trouble stopped him.

History: Peryn was his father's son. That's what everyone told him. They all said it in that same kind, happy, loving voice that he would grow up to be just like his old man Markell. Always was an odd sort of thing to say but in the end they were right.

His father was a butcher, supplied the small town that Peryn called home with an okay haul. Family got the best of it of course, the family came first! That could be considered his father’s mantra. Always take care of the family. Whenever anyone in Peryn’s family fell ill, including dad himself, he would work extra hours to make extra for whatever treatment was possible for a family of their standing.

Peryn's Mother was like most people's mothers if you were to round them all up and compare them, though I suppose that isn't very fair. She stayed at home while while her husband was working. Took care of Peryn. She would watch Peryn, put Peryn to work around the house, tut at him whenever he did something wrong, roll her eyes when it hurt his feelings, and hug him when he nearly started to cry.

Luckily the parenting Peryn received was helpful for eventually he wound up with a sister! A few people would joke about another mouth to feed or some such but in the end the Graven family was quite happy with the new addition. It would be much easier now considering they had another hand to help out.

However...

The small town Peryn lived in belonged to a lord, that lord belonged to a king, and that king's kingdom was at war. In fact it had been at war for a several years now. But the tides had just recently changed for this king's kingdom. A few lost battles later and suddenly things aren't looking so good. So what does the king do? He tells his lords to get more men.

So a call goes out. And suddenly the elders of these lords’ towns and villages are marching to war.

Markell sent some letters from the field. They took a while to make it from wherever he marched, but they were a comfort. Meanwhile Peryn tried his best to bring in some income. His Father had tried to teach him early how to be a butcher. At the time he had seen the act as wholly gross and distasteful. But now he understood the importance. So he worked.

For a while things remain unchanged. Peryn worked hard for his family while his father was out fighting. His Mother kept telling him and his sister that he would be coming back. The words always made his sister Bridgen smile, but Peryn was unsure.

Then news came that yet again the King’s armies had suffered severe losses. So in desperation the age for Conscription was lowered greatly. Peryn had recently turned old enough to fight, so he like his father was recruited. To be frank he was terrified. He didn’t hear anything of whether his father survived. All they did was give him some cheap leather armor and a rusty sword. Didn’t even take the time to show him how to use it.

Before he awoke in the forest he was marching towards battle against the enemy. They were about half a week from meeting them. It was dark and pouring. The Captain decided to stop for a few hours so everyone could rest. And that is when Peryn fell asleep next to a small fire and found himself in the forest.