Voltus_Ventus

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

I hope I am considered.

Outcasts (drama/romance RP) OOC

Name: Howard Pollock
Age: 18
Appearance:

Nickname: Howey/Paul
Scars: all over his torso, deep red gashes and scars given to him by his step father, they feature long angry deep cuts to cigarette stubs.
Tattoos: On his lower back is tattooed in gothic script on a banner :"The Kingdom of God is Within Man"
Outfits: A blue t-shirt, a pair of jeans, black boots and a grey hoody in his backpack.
Problems/Addictions: Insomnia, he can't sleep well -sometimes not at all-, Bibliomania, a bad habit of collecting books extensively to the point of it damaging his health and social life, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, a mental illness that makes someone become angry or even rageful very quickly if angered.
Background: The Abuse Survivor.
Bio: Always the quiet type but loved his father dearly, when his father died his mother got remarried with a man named Stan. Stan hated Howard from the first moment they met, whenever his mother wasn't looking Stan'd punch him or hurt him In some way physically or mentally. However one day his mother never came back home from work and from that day on his life was living hell, Stan's violent attacks grew more frequent and more violent, leaving larger, uglier scars across his bod but cleverly only on his torso to avoid them being seen by people. Soon Howard visited home less frequently, favoring a library on the border of the north and the south instead, there he found peace and love among the many books on the shelves. He'd spend nights at a time in the library, sitting upstairs in his corner and reading, eventually all the stacked books in the corner piled up due to his persistence to keep them where they were, soon he made them into a fort. However he couldn't stay in his book fort forever, he had to return home and when he did, the full wrath of Stan was felt upon him usually adding a new scar, he'd never fight back against Stan, he knew his mother would not be happy with him if he fought, however he was never angry to him only scared of him, he would listen to everyone of stan's commands if told to avoid being beat.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Acceptance leads to happiness.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

"Imperator," he fell to one knee and bowed his head deeply, looking to the floor in reverence, "forgive my misconduct, I just have many grievances with army." we tilted his head up so he could see the pompous general sneer at him from behind the king, "should the military swine not be bowing aslo-" he froze in shock, the accent Delta so tried to hide from nobility creaked out, 'aslo' the word echoed in his mind, "also." he amended himself. He rose from the floor and stood infront of his majesty. "My lord, I was to make a more- appropriate introduction of myself however the opportunity has passed. I, my lord, am Delta Tiberius Koronii, 12th Legate of the 12th mercenary legion, I am here on behalf of my brothers and sisters to send a message," with a swift movement and a flurry of glinting chainmale he knocked the general to the ground and produced a large sack from his bag, pouring the contence onto the floor, "1,874, pilgrimage necklaces, that is 1,874 men women and children laying on the floor infront of you." meny were chipped and meny scorched but all of them were bloodied. "And all by the hands of your, army." he slat the last word like bitter tree sap in his mouth.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Well they hate eachother we can only assume a few hundred years.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Delta was kneeling. The small alcoves to the side of the kings hall served as shrines of sorts, was in the alcove dedicated to Vemundr, on both knees with his hands raised to the ceiling Delta was praying. 
"Dear Lord in heaven
My bare hand shall work the righteous work.
My shod feet shall walk the 
Righteous way.
My naked eye shall read the righteous word.
My mortal shoulders shall burden the Righteous weight.
And my unsheathed blade shall soldier the righteous war." he murmured, eyes closed in vehement worship. Kat was by his side, looking at him, head tilted eyes looking upon the armored caretaker to her side.
Slowly Delta unbuttoned his bag and pulled out offerings: a stem of lavender, a cusp of wheat and a small wooden carving of a Kat. "Lord, accept my offerings for I am your worshiper, your hand on this earth, accept them for I love and I fear. For I send in the name of the souls you have claimed and the souls you will claimed.", he placed the offerings on the barren alter and pinched the candle wicks, putting out their flames and casting the alcove into darkness, the shadowed face of Vemundr looking down on him compassionately. Delta rose and walked out, popping a bundle of mint leaves in his mouth and chewed, his steps slow and deliberate so Kat remained close. Up ahead two people were talking a priest by the looks of it and a military official. Delta sneered internally, he hated the army, all that they stood for, all that they were, and it was because of his brother, Maximus. As he passed the General he spat the mint leaves out of his mouth and at his feet, locking his eyes in a glare with the man for a moment, a long moment, hate flaring in his eyes, hands on the hilts of his short swords.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

By the way this lives in Delta's bag:

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

How and where are we meant to start?

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

*quivers* me is scared.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

I'll take any mountains or highlands, so I can build giant castles on their peeks and watch the world burn from the safety of my mountain top bastians!