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Thomas had spent the early morning hours in his family home alongside his younger siblings who had been tasked with attending to the property fences. In other words, it had been a laid back and informal morning, the way Thomas liked them. It was refreshing after all the tension boiling over in town. Almost everyday now there were fights, either with words or fists, in the bars or streets. And the lower districts where Thomas spent most of his time sneaking around and liberating people of their purses had been growing steadily more and more treacherous with growing hostilities between the southern citizens and the northern ones.
But he couldn't hide from it forever, eventually he would have to go back in to run errands. At least in doing so he'd be able to hunt down Johnathan. The two having been close since they first started walking, Thomas would follow Johnathan anywhere like a second shadow unless family called. Lucky for him they rarely did, this morning being an unusual occurrence. Now finished there though, Thomas said his farewells and kissed his mother good bye before shrugging on his long weatherworn coat and headed for town. First, to find Johnathan. Second, to drag him along with him as he went about his errands.
Name: Thomas Striker
Age: 26
Look: I cant find a picture at the moment since I am on my phone but I will add one when I get home. He stands about six foot, maybe two inches or so under, with a lean frame and an almost permanent smug expression on his face. The beginnings of a beard can be seen along his jaw, stubble he's rather proud of and matching his brown hair. His eyes seem to have the same smug look in them, set above a scar on his right cheek along the bone and a nose that's been broken at least twice. Light fingered and swift of foot, it almost seems like he hunts after trouble.
Personality: Is it alright if I just play it out? I never get the description the way I want it and it usually ends up changing.
I'll do an AC, Halo, or Skyrim rpg with you if you're still looking.
I do!!
"It was a rhetorical question." Bristled Ethelsen, scowling at the large man before easing back in her seat and hugging her empty cup to her chest with both arms.

Scout was ushered downstairs by an impatient Thorn and found his way over to join Barrett at the bar. He was rather dishelved now, his hair sticking up at a few odd angles and his shirt rumpled and untucked. After taking a seat he tucked it back into his pants and synched up the belt again, seeming a bit more relaxed now and going a full five minutes without elbowing Barrett in the ribs that just asked for a fight.
Hehe, never expected that did ya!?

You changed your picture??
Barrett just shrugged, not really compelled to argue with the man and instead made himself more comfortable in his chair.

"Is this just a place for people to pick fights and sleep with one another?" Sighed Ethelsen, crossing her legs again looking around with a sigh.
Marcus hung back, rocking on his heels as he looked around the salon. He felt a bit out of place, not really one for hair styling, dying, or any kind of salon related things really. So he just wandered about and made polite conversation with a stranger or two before drifting back over to Rin to see how things were going.
"Are you really going to go ahead with purple?" He asked, looking over her shoulder. If she was going to take this seriously, he had a different color in mind that he thought might look rather nice on her...
"Ah just tell him I strong armed you into it.". Offered Marcus, holding open the door for her like it was a challenge. " after you,". He said with a flourish and a mocking expression.
"Alright then. That one.". Marcus said, pointing purposefully to a picture showing a woman with rich purple hair that fell down to her waist. " exactly that shade. Sound good?"
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