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I remember seeing this before the site went down. I may be interested again.
Looks interesting to me.
Actually I think I'm going to drop out my char considering how little time I have right now to write long posts or concentrate on coming up with original stuff with essays and exams coming up. Good game folks.
13th Floor of The Woodlands
Gideon stepped out of the elevator as the doors chimed open on the 13th Floor. He looked up and down the hallway before going right towards the nearest Witch's residence. Although Witches were heavily confined to The Woodlands, they were not restricted to simply the building and could obtain permission to move about outside with enough effort on their part. This meant that sometimes they could be difficult to reach if none of them were actually in their residences, but that was almost impossible. More likely than not, at least one Witch would be home right now.
Gideon knocked on the door and waited to see if anyone was home to fix his Glamour.
Gideon stepped out of the elevator as the doors chimed open on the 13th Floor. He looked up and down the hallway before going right towards the nearest Witch's residence. Although Witches were heavily confined to The Woodlands, they were not restricted to simply the building and could obtain permission to move about outside with enough effort on their part. This meant that sometimes they could be difficult to reach if none of them were actually in their residences, but that was almost impossible. More likely than not, at least one Witch would be home right now.
Gideon knocked on the door and waited to see if anyone was home to fix his Glamour.
Not to tell your business Guardian Angel, but Gideon wasn't actually in the Mayor's Office yet, he was just in the elevator up to the 13th Floor. Just so as not to lead to confusion regarding future and current posts.
Harreydin awoke from his fall, surprised that he was not dead. For in his unwary steps he had stumbled into some pit on this strange new world and the last thought which had went through his head was that he would die in this vast world of greenery and exotic plants. Instead, he realised that he had simply fallen down to a further level of this forest, with the largest tree he had ever seen in his life standing before him. Before he took another step, he checked to make sure he had not dropped any of his gear, which included his strangely new forge tools, and the weapon he had made before he was whisked away to where he was now, the scimitar Drakan.
Glad that nothing had fallen loose, Harreydin raised his head and was surprised by a woman in robes of gold whom suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She presented him with an envelope, and despite his limited literacy, he found himself able to read it perfectly.
Harreydin,
You are here to learn how to take my place when the time comes.
You may be upset with me now, but you will understand
Everything when the day arrives. You will become a God.
Olmec, The Forge Lord.
In both a mix of shock and awe, Harreydin was speechless and therefore said nothing as he looked back up to find the messenger to have vanished, though he noticed even further beyond where the messenger had been was a path leading up into the tree's branches. As his eyes wandered up he spied a magnificent temple atop one particularly large branch. That must be my intended destination, he thought. So, he adjusted his belt and leggings and folded the letter away in his pocket before beginning his ascent to the temple.
Glad that nothing had fallen loose, Harreydin raised his head and was surprised by a woman in robes of gold whom suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She presented him with an envelope, and despite his limited literacy, he found himself able to read it perfectly.
Harreydin,
You are here to learn how to take my place when the time comes.
You may be upset with me now, but you will understand
Everything when the day arrives. You will become a God.
Olmec, The Forge Lord.
In both a mix of shock and awe, Harreydin was speechless and therefore said nothing as he looked back up to find the messenger to have vanished, though he noticed even further beyond where the messenger had been was a path leading up into the tree's branches. As his eyes wandered up he spied a magnificent temple atop one particularly large branch. That must be my intended destination, he thought. So, he adjusted his belt and leggings and folded the letter away in his pocket before beginning his ascent to the temple.
The Woodlands
Coming up the opposite end of the street from Boogie, Momo, Bigby, and Rozalin, Gideon had speed-walked his way the several blocks from his apartment to The Woodlands, he didn't want to risk wasting time for his Glamour to start deteriorating further. As he walked through the main gates he felt himself shoved out of the way and looked to see Ichabod Crane apparently in an even bigger hurry than he was.
Compared to Mayor Cole, Gideon's experience with Crane was that he was a pain to deal with even when he was in a good mood, which was most days. He shook his head as he continued into The Woodlands lobby, checking his box for mail. Also like most days, there was a stack of envelopes there for him. As the representative for Fairy interests at The Woodlands, he was constantly getting mail on complaints, petitions, inquiries, or simply questions which his constituents wanted brought before the government's attention. Going through all of them daily, it was his job to decide which ones warranted the attention of himself, Cole, Crane, Bigby, or anyone else in The Woodlands. The stack was fairly hefty today, but he shoves them into his one of his inner coat pockets before looking through them, he had all day for that.
After closing his box, Gideon then walks over to the elevator and waits for it to come down, his plan to get his Glamour fixed by the Witches on the 13th floor before going to his office on the 3rd floor.
Coming up the opposite end of the street from Boogie, Momo, Bigby, and Rozalin, Gideon had speed-walked his way the several blocks from his apartment to The Woodlands, he didn't want to risk wasting time for his Glamour to start deteriorating further. As he walked through the main gates he felt himself shoved out of the way and looked to see Ichabod Crane apparently in an even bigger hurry than he was.
Compared to Mayor Cole, Gideon's experience with Crane was that he was a pain to deal with even when he was in a good mood, which was most days. He shook his head as he continued into The Woodlands lobby, checking his box for mail. Also like most days, there was a stack of envelopes there for him. As the representative for Fairy interests at The Woodlands, he was constantly getting mail on complaints, petitions, inquiries, or simply questions which his constituents wanted brought before the government's attention. Going through all of them daily, it was his job to decide which ones warranted the attention of himself, Cole, Crane, Bigby, or anyone else in The Woodlands. The stack was fairly hefty today, but he shoves them into his one of his inner coat pockets before looking through them, he had all day for that.
After closing his box, Gideon then walks over to the elevator and waits for it to come down, his plan to get his Glamour fixed by the Witches on the 13th floor before going to his office on the 3rd floor.
Name: Harreydin
Nickname: "The Forge Lord"
Age: 44
Birthday: June 10th
Origin: Harreydin was born the son of a city craftsman in the desert settlement of Al-ad-dhima. Raised to take over his father's place, he found that he was a natural at making magnificent works at the forge, so much so that his work attracted the eyes of the local Bey, whom took him from his father's forge and placed him in his own palace forge. Harreydin cried at having been taken so forcibly from his father, but learned quickly that there wasn't much he could do about it without risk of being lashed. So, he buried himself in his work, crafting blades, armour, and fine jewellery for the wonder of the Bey and his dignitaries at court. His skill impressed more than them though, for the Forge Lord had cast his gaze upon the young man, watching intently as he grew older and even better at his crafts. For the Forge Lord had need of an apprentice to take under his tutelage for the day when his time crafting the foundations of worlds and great works for the divine was done. Thus, on the day his greatest craft yet had been completed, a Scimitar of as yet unmatched skill in his mortal world, the Forge Lord came down and whisked Harreydin away in a cloud of smoke and fire, cracking the foundations of the Bey's court beneath his might. Harreydin then awoke in Desnia, clad in tools his did not recognize, and no idea how he ended up there.
Deity: Deity of Metallurgy and Earthen Crafts
Hair Color: Pale Red
Hair Style: Long braided beard and mustache, as well as tied back in a series of knots behind his head
Eye Color: Orange, like autumn leaves
Skin Color: Heavily Tanned
Height: 5''7.
Body Build: Heavily defined muscles, though not bulky.
Markings: Fresco Tattoos depicting various stages of metallurgy and crafting all across his torso, shoulders, and back.
Demi-description: As the deity of Metallurgy, Harreydin lives to build things out of the earth's fruits. Everything from the smallest ring to an entire palace, no task is too great or too small for his skills. He builds projects for himself, and anyone who makes a reasonable offer.
Background:(//I may have covered this in my Origins, I'll let you decide if I need more)
Personality: Somewhat of a loner, Harreydin doesn't require the company of others to entertain himself, though when he is around others he is generally a calm, level-headed person who treats all people reasonably, so long as they give him respect in turn. He is slow to anger, and is more often than not a stoic in most situations, though he hates it when people break, vandalize, or in some way disrespect his work.
Powers: Master craftsman, Harreydin's skill lies in the crafting items, tools, and structures the likes of which are unparalleled out of metal, stones, or gems. He also possesses extreme resilience to heat from the hot fires of his forge, as well as great strength.
Weapons: His crafting hammer and tongs, as well as first great blade, a scimitar he named Drakan.
Nickname: "The Forge Lord"
Age: 44
Birthday: June 10th
Origin: Harreydin was born the son of a city craftsman in the desert settlement of Al-ad-dhima. Raised to take over his father's place, he found that he was a natural at making magnificent works at the forge, so much so that his work attracted the eyes of the local Bey, whom took him from his father's forge and placed him in his own palace forge. Harreydin cried at having been taken so forcibly from his father, but learned quickly that there wasn't much he could do about it without risk of being lashed. So, he buried himself in his work, crafting blades, armour, and fine jewellery for the wonder of the Bey and his dignitaries at court. His skill impressed more than them though, for the Forge Lord had cast his gaze upon the young man, watching intently as he grew older and even better at his crafts. For the Forge Lord had need of an apprentice to take under his tutelage for the day when his time crafting the foundations of worlds and great works for the divine was done. Thus, on the day his greatest craft yet had been completed, a Scimitar of as yet unmatched skill in his mortal world, the Forge Lord came down and whisked Harreydin away in a cloud of smoke and fire, cracking the foundations of the Bey's court beneath his might. Harreydin then awoke in Desnia, clad in tools his did not recognize, and no idea how he ended up there.
Deity: Deity of Metallurgy and Earthen Crafts
Hair Color: Pale Red
Hair Style: Long braided beard and mustache, as well as tied back in a series of knots behind his head
Eye Color: Orange, like autumn leaves
Skin Color: Heavily Tanned
Height: 5''7.
Body Build: Heavily defined muscles, though not bulky.
Markings: Fresco Tattoos depicting various stages of metallurgy and crafting all across his torso, shoulders, and back.
Demi-description: As the deity of Metallurgy, Harreydin lives to build things out of the earth's fruits. Everything from the smallest ring to an entire palace, no task is too great or too small for his skills. He builds projects for himself, and anyone who makes a reasonable offer.
Background:(//I may have covered this in my Origins, I'll let you decide if I need more)
Personality: Somewhat of a loner, Harreydin doesn't require the company of others to entertain himself, though when he is around others he is generally a calm, level-headed person who treats all people reasonably, so long as they give him respect in turn. He is slow to anger, and is more often than not a stoic in most situations, though he hates it when people break, vandalize, or in some way disrespect his work.
Powers: Master craftsman, Harreydin's skill lies in the crafting items, tools, and structures the likes of which are unparalleled out of metal, stones, or gems. He also possesses extreme resilience to heat from the hot fires of his forge, as well as great strength.
Weapons: His crafting hammer and tongs, as well as first great blade, a scimitar he named Drakan.
9PM, Room 33 of the Lady Liberty Apartments, several blocks south of The Woodlands
Gideon woke up in the dark confines of his room, crumpled papers and an overloaded waste bin littered the floor below his mattress. Stretching out, he slips out of the blankets and fixes them back up behind him. He didn't bother turning a light bulb on, he hadn't paid the electrical bill since he moved into the apartment, the room had windows and he could work just as easily by candlelight or natural light as he could under artificial, plus it saved him money on rent. He poked the blinds over the window, checking the sun with his hand widths to determine the time.
"Two hours since the sun rose...must be around 9."
Gideon lets go of the blinds, walking over to his nearby ice chest, since he had no electricity, he needed ice to preserve his food or drinks. He reached in and grabbed a red delicious apple. He wipes it on his sleeve and takes a bite, walking over to the nearby Davenport couch as he does which was where he left his pants and shirt. Gideon slips them on, shifting the apple from hand to hand as he adjusts them. He finishes, taking another bite, noticing his hand in the dim room. It was looking paler than usual.
"Damn Glamour must be wearing off...No matter, I'll have one of the Witches fix it once I get to The Woodlands."
Gideon passes his desk and nearby safe beneath it as he walks over to the door. He then slips his running shoes on along with his green overcoat and baseball cap before opening the door of his Apartment, he locks it behind him. He then makes for the stairway down to begin his daily walk to The Woodlands.
Gideon woke up in the dark confines of his room, crumpled papers and an overloaded waste bin littered the floor below his mattress. Stretching out, he slips out of the blankets and fixes them back up behind him. He didn't bother turning a light bulb on, he hadn't paid the electrical bill since he moved into the apartment, the room had windows and he could work just as easily by candlelight or natural light as he could under artificial, plus it saved him money on rent. He poked the blinds over the window, checking the sun with his hand widths to determine the time.
"Two hours since the sun rose...must be around 9."
Gideon lets go of the blinds, walking over to his nearby ice chest, since he had no electricity, he needed ice to preserve his food or drinks. He reached in and grabbed a red delicious apple. He wipes it on his sleeve and takes a bite, walking over to the nearby Davenport couch as he does which was where he left his pants and shirt. Gideon slips them on, shifting the apple from hand to hand as he adjusts them. He finishes, taking another bite, noticing his hand in the dim room. It was looking paler than usual.
"Damn Glamour must be wearing off...No matter, I'll have one of the Witches fix it once I get to The Woodlands."
Gideon passes his desk and nearby safe beneath it as he walks over to the door. He then slips his running shoes on along with his green overcoat and baseball cap before opening the door of his Apartment, he locks it behind him. He then makes for the stairway down to begin his daily walk to The Woodlands.
I'm possibly interested, I'll see when a OOC comes up.
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