WrensthavAviovus

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I will most likely be posting tomorrow evening. Have some of it typed up already; just got to elaborate some more details and then get some interaction going.

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Hey all, sorry for being so quiet. I am in the process of moving and working two jobs. So sometimes I have 16 hour work days not including the 1-2 hour commute from one place to another. That and I greatly dislike typing on my phone for rp posts. I will be posting as soon as I have enough time to sleep and breathe.

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I've been asked to carry the cat ^^;

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Who else are we waiting on or is it free-for-all posting?

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Estylwen said
excellent first post! :3 You don't need to edit it, but for future note, typically you refer to your charrie in third person. And to differentiate thoughts better, rule of thumb is to italicize them, and then you can refer in first person.

Ahh ok i should have asked what narrative point we were using with our characters. I assumed 1st since there are so many participating.

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The smell of singed fur and burnt wood was made the air almost unbreathable. I finally was able to prop myself on my elbows after several failed attempts from slipping on the long sleeves of the coat I was wearing. The four other people in this pit were also slowly getting up. We seemed to be assembled in a circle were a cat lay in the center. Well that answers the question of where the smell of singed hair was coming from.
I patted myself down, hoping to get some of the dirt and ash off of my clothes. Something didn't seem quite right while I was patting myself down; as if there was something that I should have come across but wasn't there. I decided to ignore that small detail since I couldn't remember what I was supposed to find. In fact, I am unable to recall anything before waking. I feel I should be more worried about this, but I have a stranger feeling that this may not be a new experience for me. Huh, well lets see what else I can figure out here.
I decided to run through the insides of the coat I was wearing. My gloved fingers ran across a bit of raised fabric. Opening up the side to investigate further, I was surprised to see that there was embroidery work done in orange thread on the inside pocket.

"Lent to Wrensthav Aviovus ... until debt is paid ... in full?" I mumbled under my breath. I don't know who this 'Wrensthav Aviovus' character was, but the bolder embroidering on the word 'FULL' seemed to be a a good indicator that this article of clothing had a story behind it. Since I couldn't recall my name, I'll borrow the one listed if anyone were to ask.

I took a quick glance up to see that the others where starting to get their bearings strait. The cat at the bottom of the crater seemed to becoming more active as well. I decided to stay where I sat and wait for the others to make a move.

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ok who posts first?

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I'll go with the old windbag for this one. Its been a while since he has had a chance to walk around.

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And for all of your viewing pleasures. The one, the only, windbag himself.

Name: Wrensthav Aviovus is what is written on the inner pocket of this coat. So I'll go with that.

Gender: Guy

Age: 25

Appearance: Darkly adorned clothing. Dark red long-sleeve shirt, Black pants, Black work boots, Black gloves. the most distinctive piece of clothing he has is a black trenchcoat and hood with threadbare patches and a couple of holes cut into it. On its left shoulder is a embroidered Omega symbol with a stylized "S" and on the right the full moon.

Height: A giant of 6'7"

Weight: 210 lbs/96 Kg

Hair colour: black

Eye colour: middle gray

Skin tone: lightly tanned

Notable features: Long black spiked hair with an exceptionally long bang that is styled into an arc that reaches to his back.

Personality: Lazy ass. Unless something can be done that one he is able to do and feels up to it expect him to stay on the sidelines as a constant peanut gallery commenter. He is a fairly competent fighter who usually has to get the first punch or two in otherwise he gives up rather quickly. Has a tendency to ignore or forget most aspects of a plan that wont involve him getting injured. He is a very sarcastic character and will do his best to have the final word.

Back story: Doesn't really care if he had one.

Fears: Has a fear of large open flames and small confined spaces. Has a phobia of large parrots.

Loves: sleep, women and playing with children.

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Its been a while since I have written a new character, ;P you know i usually delve in ones that are already exist... But I don't know if I want to work with weapon personas or a regular Joyce.
hmm well I will post two or three here and our group can vote on their favorite. I might even put down Wrensthav for kicks :D

Name: Baedor

Gender: Male

Age: 45

Appearance: A tall and heavily built man, A bit of stubble covering a strong jawline. His left eye was marred and mostly blind due to a burn wound from forgotten years, the color was slightly lighter than his right which was brown with a navy blue sunburst surrounding the pupil. His darkl-tanned skin has been stained a dark metalic hue from whatever previous vocation he was part of and covered with countless small burn and blade scars. His tunic and pants smell of smoke, sulfer and mineral spirits. He owns a midwieght hide overcoat of some dull colored creature with short and thick fur.

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 230 lbs/104 kg

Hair colour: black with a start of a white crown at the temples

Eye colour: Right eye brown with a navy blue starburst, Left eye slightly lighter hue

Skin tone: dark tan with metalic sheen

Notable features: marred right eye, odd skin complexion, very heavily built upper body.

Personality: Even tempered and vastly patient. Has a very fatherly demeanor about him.

Back story: Baedor was the last master of a school of metal smithing and scuplting. Before the Shattered Essence took hold of the world he was well on his way to becoming a great artist and designer of high grade decorations, jewelry, and unique weaponry. Rumor had it, previous masters from his school seemed to create items that almost seemed to have a life of their own. The earliest written history of the school mentioned that the founder found this technique after traveling to a strange land of incredible beauty. Hoping that this same place could help cure the ailment of the world Baedor set out to find the portal to this world.

Fears: Baedor is afraid of large bodies of water, primarily since he is unable to swim.

Loves: enjoys examining soils from different lands.

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