Warrior in the Shadows

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Hugh felt a strange small amount of sadness as his offer was turned down. He had a very charismatic personality, and when he was in a friendlier mood, he would always make sure to take care of people. "No problem." He sullenly replied to her.

He turned and took up the large cup of lager the bartender set before him, and turned himself all the way around to hear the bard's song. He adored music. It brought him out of his own head and made him happy. He began to clap his knee with his free hand and stomp his foot to the music, going along with the dwarf.

"Indeed, it can't be all that bad of a journey." He happily replied to the dwarf. "I say we make merry of what we can!" With that he stood and drank a large amount of his cup and gave a hearty laugh after getting it down. He sat back down and continued to enjoy the music, before the archer surprised him with her company.

"The name is Hugh." He happily replied. His voice was gruff, as he was an older man, but his face and tone still gave away his cheerful mood. Lacking conversation material, Hugh asked "Would you like a bit a lager from my cup?" He offered the cup to her. The contents fizzled and came bubbling up to the brim. It was an impressive lager to say the least, but Hugh hadn't had anything to drink other than water for a very long time, so it would be enjoyable no matter what.

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And Elis would ride on Hugh's back

@Kronshi

Hugh would be obliged to carry the halfing. One thing is for sure, he's a sucker for little people.

VARIS' KILL LIST

• Anger Issues Man
• Cocky Marksman

*Varis' words not mine

@Ryu

Well damn, he just hates both the humans.

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@Ryu It's all good man. I'd suggest just going with changing the CS if you wanna go thw easy route.

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I just realized that Virus is spelled... Virus. I didn't notice this until now, and I've been pronouncing his name, "Vir-rus" (Vir as in View)

How have you guys been pronouncing it? Vi-rus or Vir-rus?

Gosh I'm weird

@Ryu

What you confuse me on is that in your CS your character is Varis. In the rp, your character is Virus.

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Hugh gave a hearty laugh, "I'm still much older than just a lad." Hugh gave the dwarf's hand a spirited and tight shake. "I'm Hugh and I don't mind if I do oblige myself on someone else's coin." He said.

Hugh waved to the archer and gave a thumbs up, before hearing her exchange to what the young elf had to say. After hearing her, he gave a charismatic grin. "Why not join us? You're paying for the grub!" He wished to be on good terms with the only other human in the group. She seemed amiable enough.

He hadn't caught what the elf had said but he doubted he would have liked it. Nonetheless, he would welcome him to the group. Had nothing better to do anyways. A thousand gold coins was on the line with this group, and he intended to make good on the coin.

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YES! DYSFUNCTIONAL GROUP. This is gonna be great. So much development available.

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BREAKING SHIT.

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Hugh was taken aback a little by how quickly they accepted them as their questors. No interview, like most high end, high risk, high profit quests. He stood silent, fading in and out of the conversation. The trauma of his last 20 years would come back to him in these little lulls of time between jobs. With a sudden cringe and grimace, he shook his head and brought himself back into the conversation, back to the current world.

He noted the dwarf, who seemed older and most likely more experienced than he. He had great respect for the dwarves. A great race and civilization, born into hard work and toil. He had less respect for just about all other races, especially elves. Creatures born into privilege, never working the soil, or toiling under the hot sun and in the dirt like the humans. But many humans were born into the same kind of privilege.

Hugh was annoyed by the young elf whom came up and stabbed his knife into the table. The action caused him to give an instinctive low growl, usually found menacing and intimidating to most, but not pricks. A very barbaric looking man was always underestimated by an uptight prude, and Hugh had already formulated the opinion that this elf was a pompous prick, a level up from uptight prude.

"I say eat now and start in the morning. Fuck it all." Came his unholy language, as he turned and headed over to the bar.

He grabbed a stool, from the selection, too vigorously resulting in it being destroyed. It fell completely apart in his hands. He was confused beyond belief. It was something that happened to him every now and then. He was very capable of gentleness and virtue, but the trail had made him exasperated easily. He noted that the bartender was distracted by the drow female's request and he threw the pieces out the doorway.

Finally, he sat down next to the dwarf. "Greetings from one old man to another." He motioned to the bartender, and asked for whatever was currently being served with a cup of strong lager.

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

Trying to create a character out of his cousin Moser and I'm writer blocked at the personality.

The Words of Our Lord (A Supernatural Roleplay)

"Ahhhh, fuck. Forgot my manners." Otis set the cup of coffee down and took the blade and water from his hand. He took the silver blade and cut the back of his wrist. A small amount of blood began to pour from his wrist, and there was no unnatural sign of pain. He took the vial and poured it on the wound, it causing no unnatural effect, and simply washing away the blood.

"Now your turn." He cleaned the blade up with a small cloth he had withdrawn from his pocket, and passed it to his friend. Then he withdrew a vial of holy water of his own and handed that to him. "I do still have an antipossession tattoo you know. I hope you've invested in one."

He withdrew a mirror from his pocket and took a quick look at the reflection of himself and then his friend. "That should take care of the introductions. Everything seems to be in order." The older hunters took more lessons from the generation that came before them. This recent generation was viewed much lesser than the other generations. Too many pricks who thought too highly of themselves and wouldn't except help from other hunters, thinking they had to be loners, at least that was Otis Yates Opinion. The older ones had such a wide ring of connections, and they relied as heavily on it as they did their weapons, so they felt stronger. You would have a tough time finding any loners among the older hunters.

"Talked to any of your connections down here?"