Themerlinhawk

All the king's men.

Solomon coughed down the third drink."Creepy guy? Really? The name is Solomon Crow. Or Solomon. Or Crow. Crow is the most appropriate after all I make the dead disappear" Solomon didn't laugh, it was a tasteless joke and he'd been given the name as opposed to taking it. He stomped over to the kettle and poured a clay mug of the boiling water and added a handful of a substance from his belt to the mug. With a momentary grimace at it he picked up the mug and took a large gulp of it. "Anyway, for the record dear sweet girl. I do't kill people to get into places I get into places to kill people that know things they shouldn't." With a vicious look he slammed the mug down "And if you feel like judging me, fine. I'm good at what I do and I do it for Hawk because if not I'd have been buried in a shallow grave at a crossroads. Solomon sighed "And I will keep doing it until someone does just that. Because I was made into what I am and I'm finally being used by someone who has a semi decent motive for my services." Solomon sat back down and crossed his arms and stared down into his mug with a pensive look.

All the king's men.

I can do the daily post thing no problem I just tend to be very on top of my posting so I try to show a little restraint and let other people get words in edgewise

All the king's men.

Solomon smiled a charmingly sadistic smile. "Dear sweet girl, I do not kill people. I silence them. I'm hurt that you would call me a killer that is such a......how do I put this? Blunt, term for me." Solomon tapped out his pipe and refilled it but did not relight it, the bitter smoke already swirled around him like the fingers of his victims clawing at him from beyond the grave. "I am a cleaner, I clean up messes. Sometime people are part of the messes that need to be cleaned up and that means that the people have to go too. Out with the trash really." The second glass of the mint smelling spirit burned a little less has he tossed it back but his throat and tongue were beginning to loose sensation. "See my job is so much more, stylish and nuanced. Who do you think cleans up the botched jobs for the king's players? Why of course me!" He stood and moved to the bar and produced a cast iron tea kettle and after disappearing into the larder he returned with a kettle full of water which he hung over the fire. "Now, I've told you all what I do and typically that on its own would be grounds for me to 'Silence' all of you but because I've been asked so kindly by our employer not to attempt such a horrible thing." Solomon dropped back into his chair put his feet up on the table producing the pipe again, contemplating it and finally relighting it "what, are you doing here? because it's quite apparent I'm here to assist and pick up the pieces of whatever job Hawk has in mind"

All the king's men.

Solomon walked down the street at a calm pace, it was late but he knew the guards patrol and so he was not concerned he had another 86 seconds give or take before the next patrol should be by. He'd already been searching a good half an hour for the safe house the spymaster wanted to use as a meeting place but as he scanned the rest of the way up the street the will-o'-the-wisp blue light caught his eye and he grinned. Checking upon and down the street he pulled the hood of his cloak up and crossed the street at an angle towards the light.

Solomon ascended the three dilapidated steps on the front of the building leading to the door and looked calmly left and right to make sure no one was looking before he rapped the necessary knock and the door and pushed it open with a swirl of his grey blue cloak. The interior was dim and empty. Solomon sighed and rolled his shoulders. "first in last out as usual" He ghosted over to the table where the note was pinned and scanned it. "excellent, amateurs to work with what. What is it Hawk? getting a little soft?" Solomon snagged a chunk of cheese and scanned the room noticing the bar. He traversed the space between the table and the bar smoothly and rummaged behind it for a moment before producing a bottle of a potent spirit which smelled of mint and burned viciously on the way down before he took it. A glass and the cheese over to a corner table that allowed him to see the doorway. Returning to the first table he seized upon a loaf of bread and a sausage and ferried them over to his table. After he finished his spread he glided door the stairs in the back of the room to the armory where he hung his cloak and began pulling down new equipment. He never reused gear. Too easy to get caught with it and then they knew who you were. Taking a supple black leather harness down he produced a leather padded jerkin of similar dark leather and pulled it on lacing it up before he put on the harness. Snagging a belt he added a loop to it for a sword and the pouches for his other equipment. A length of wire with wooden handles not unlike a cheese knife was added to the pile. Half a dozen knives were added to the harness. A vicious one sided hanger sword was added to the belt. Finally he slid a Kris into the left side of the belt and a poisoner’s knife into the harness and a second one into his boot.

The alchemy lab was next as he applied asp vemon to the two poisoner's blades and resheated them. Wolfsbane and nightshade he secreted in the pouches at his waist before he added solvents of several types for removing evidence. These were followed by an excellerant for destroying larger ammounts of evidence. After all of this he hunted down leader head and forged a variaty of papers for all situations which he then stuffed into his belt. Satisfied he had what he needed he returned to the food he had prepared but not before adding a set of lock picks on an after thought.

After consuming the majority of his meal Solomon produced a pipe and lit it settling in to wait for the rest.

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

No you're completely right I'm with you on this one. Not your fault, I told everyone id keep it going and they all stopped posting after my last post so im gonna say it's on everyone else for this one. If you wanted to try this one again with some new peeps id be cool with that. Just lemme know.

All the king's men.

Awesome peoples!!!

League of Extraordinary Gentlemen/Penny Dreadful meets 1940's Indiana Jones/The Rocketeer/The Mummy

This seems really cool, I'd probably go with someone from H. P. Lovecrafts works. assuming that it goes someplace

All the king's men.

Name: Solomon “Crow” Fare

Backstory: Solomon Knox was born to Karen Silvia and Oscar Fare in the slums of Veronia’s capitol. Solomon was raised by the proprietor of the whore house his mother worked in, Casidy Hesh, after his father left Karen to fend for herself.
Solomon took his father’s last name when he was twelve as a means of spiting the man who had left him and his mother to fend for themselves. When he was thirteen Solomon had his first contact with the more dangerous elements of the underworld, a group of mercenaries who had just finished a contract as part of the Veronian military came for a night of fun and had too much of. The mercenaries killed three of the establishments women, including Solomon’s mother, and broke Casidy’s back rendering him paralyzed. Solomon followed the half a dozen mercenaries to another bar where he poisoned four of them who died choking on their own vomit. The fifth mercenary made it out of the bar completely inebriated only to be garroted by the thirteen year old Solomon. The sixth mercenary made it as far as the end of the street when Solomon put a meat cleaver in his back. However Solomon would make his name and reputation for being the Crow from what happened after. Solomon made all of the dead mercenaries disappear, silenced the witnesses and almost completely covered the entire incident up. After that Solomon came under contract for the Veronian criminal underbelly as a cleaner known as Solomon Crow. Solomon specializes in cleaning up messes, tying up and sorting out messes. Political cover ups, back street alley murders, accidental killings by higher ups of civilians. You name it Solomon has cleaned it up. While not technically an assassin Solomon is totally capable of silencing people permanently as part of a cleaning.

Meeting Hawk:
Solomon was recruited as a King’s Player when the law finally caught up to him after cleaning up a political assassination gone wrong and was caught fleeing the clean up. He was tried and found guilty of conspiracy and treason even though the charge of treason was falsified in an attempt to use the courts to silence Solomon. On the eve of his execution Gregory Hawk conscripted him as one of the King’s Players for his skills as a cleaner for the various operations the King’s Players the enact.

Skills: Cleaner, assassin, shadow (Someone who follows a mark), underworld contacts.

Misc: Solomon is a very bland individual on the surface, which helps him do exactly what he’s good at. Go unnoticed. Solomon’s upbringing has also given him a sadistic slant when it comes to his job. Additionally Solomon harbors a burning hatred for his Father after he left and never came back.

I'll include a picture as soon as I can find one.

Hell's Angels (Not a Biker RP)

I told you guys I would continue it like arlear asked but no one posted it requires participation from the other people too it is not all Arlear's fault

Dawn tides pirate RP - Still accepting

Id say this is dead im out