Pathfinder

Into the Fey

With bleary eyes and a yawn Owen began his morning rituals, first of which started with stretching the stiffness from his muscles. After around a minute of groans and pops Owen made his way to the kitchen. Quickly getting to work he retrieved the eggs and bacon from the refrigerator before slapping the bacon on a pan. As the aroma of cooked food filled the studio apartment the love of Owens life came padding out the bedroom before greeting him with the usual fashion, a purr and a head rub.

Giving a smile Owin said, "And good morning to you to little miss." Reaching down and scratching Solstice behind the ear.

On the move again Owen reached up into a cupboard and pulled a can of cat food. Pulling the tab and exposing the hidden cat food that lay inside to the light of day before dumping it into Solstice's bowel. Shortly afterwards Solstice began to dig in eagerly. Going back to his own needs Owen flipped the bacon and began cracking eggs.

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In little less than thirty minutes breakfast was done, eaten, and the dishes in the sink. Owen had just finished the hygiene needs of the day, well the ones that mattered anyway.Teeth brushed, deodorant used, shower taken last night, and opting to skip a shave. Getting dresses was a simple affair, a pair of jeans with any manner of paint stains, a simple white T-shirt, and a black jacket to fend off any lingering cold.

With everything in order Owen gave Solstice a final scratch and left the apartment. After a short run down the stairs and through a garage, Owen peeked into the trunk for an essential gear check. Giant sketchbook, dozens of pencils in various states of decay, graphite blocks, tortillions, erasers, and inking pens. Along with some sample and finished pieces ranging from snowfalls, summer days, and everything in between.

Satisfied he had everything he needed Owen drove off, first to the café and then to his lot. Pulling up his car next to his tent Owen began unloading, setting up, and decorating his little area with artwork. Complex snowflakes, a child on a swing, ice skaters, a sunset, and even a start night. While the themes of winter and summer were always in his pieces, the subject of each piece could vary greatly.

Finally able to sit down and relax, Owen just took the whole thing in. People most people were just beginning to wake up and it was always his pleasure to see the town slowly awaken, each light blinking on every so often. Taking a long drink of his coffee, Owen sat back in his chair and took out his own personal sketchbook. Only one of hundreds others he has used over the years, this one however was special as if only held the pictures he drew for personal fulfillment. No big money, no buyer, and no pressure. Just him and paper.

Quickly, before he could lose the images, Owen began to make a rough sketch. First drawing the people as they moved.about. A man with a violin and another woman leaving to go somewhere, two woman who had just ran into each other, and another who had looked like she was storming out in a fuss. The whole thing gave Owen a smile as he continued to sketch away, the little portable radio still playing in the background.

Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist. [RECRUITING]

Nah, everything is good as it stands. I'll send some ideas for the next plot post over PM.

Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist. [RECRUITING]

Ok yall, as the resident NPC master I give to you your first captain, may your blades stick into his flesh and your poisons corrupt his veins.

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Name: Nazrak

Nickname: The Scarred

Eye Color: Left eye is white while the right is gold with red sclera.

Skin Color: Extremely pale with very apparent veins.

Build: Muscular but not to the extent of the berserkers

Appearance: Slightly taller than man height and has a constant scowl plastered on his face. His skin is so pale that you can see the spider web of black veins across his skin. On top of that he has scars all over his skin, from arrows, swords, and caragors.

Personality: Unlike many uruks Nazrak is eerily quiet, never making more noise than necessary. That is until he sees a caragor or the gravewalker. At that moment he turns into a howling creature of pure rage. In the rare moments out of battle he commands his uruks by his superior fighting ability and his tendency to kill those who fail.

Equipment:

Weapon: The sword of a ranger he killed during the attack on the Black Gate.

Armor: Leather armor however he has remnants of his old armor on the upper chest, right shoulder,and gauntlets.

Combat Style: No special gimmick, fights others with just his sword.

Unique skill: His skill with a sword is to such a degree that he can take on multiple uruks at the same time.

Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist.

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Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

I apologize but I'm afraid I need to bow out. Have fun you guys.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

WIP

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Roland Oswalt
"That's the beauty of adventure, there's always something to discover!"

Full name: Roland Nathaniel Oswalt

Titles: The Faux Knight, Wanderer, The Pathfinder

Rank: Boar

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Face

Armor

Personality: Roland is not a stationary man, never content with staying in one place. Instead he loves to move and explore, finding new experiences, and generally finding new things. In this vein he has an amazing sense of wonder and a sort of innocence not usually found in mercenaries. Roland does nothing maliciously and tries to refrain from creating more pain than necessary.

History:

Skills:

Dreams and Fears:

Favored equipment:

Extra: Prospero, his red-tailed hawk.

Into the Fey - Currently Accepting~!

Name: Owen Daniels

Race: Mortal

Age: 24

Background: Ever since Owen was a child he had seen things. Lights zipping around that were most certainly not fireflies, things moved without people around, and sometimes people who would disappear in seconds. He never questioned it, never had to. The lights and people were more like dreams and muses for his art, nothing that could send him to the crazy house. In that vein Owen has become an artist, using his visions as inspiration. From summer landscapes to solitary figures in the snow, his art covers many types and mediums but the themes of summer and winter are always present.

Recently though, he has noticed an increase in activity from the lights. Not only does he see them in his dreams but also in the light of day, bringing an uneasy feeling to him. Perhaps be finally is beginning to go crazy, or maybe something else is happening underneath the gaze of mankind? Probably not, that would be crazy.

A ''Queens Guard'' 'realistic' medieval RP.

This looks pretty rad, count me in.

Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist.

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Blood and Grog, a Shadow of Mordor RP with a twist.

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