Zendrelax

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Five Days. That was way too long on my part. Sorry about that.

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Griffith had a very good reason for not participating in the rest of the conversation with the vaguely familiar girl with a horse—once several of the others had showed up, just as miraculously uninjured as he was, he chose to slip off into his tent to change his clothes. Whatever course of action was next, he didn't want to be in a now-ruined shirt. Or his unmentionables from the previous day—but let us not speak to much of that. Indeed, he was mildly upset that the shirt was now ruined, but it was no great loss. It's better than bleeding to death. But, again, that lead to the question of why he did not have a hideous scar on his arm, and why he hadn't bled to death overnight.

He finished changing just as it was declared they would be leaving for home. He was a little upset, but not entirely surprised. In truth, he was still digesting the strange happenings of the prior night, and wasn't particularly suited to discussing them right now. Nor did he suppose the others were. We wait, then. He spent the time packing, and the ride back wrapped in thoughts of the attack—which didn't make any sense whatsoever.

He wasn't broken out of his distasteful reverie until after their return—by Ryan's question. "Well," Griffith said, "it wouldn't look good if we changed our story, so anyone who tells anyone else what actually happened better be sure they'll keep mum. Personally, I'd rather not spread it around until we have a grasp on what the actually happened." After a moment, he added, "I only know two things for sure: We need to talk about this—amongst ourselves—and the town is going to flip a collective shit if we get seen walking around dressed like we've been mauled. And besides, I don't think there'll be many people who'll believe we actually got mauled without some scars to back it up."

The Dreamwalker Project

So... exactly how many players are we going for?

The Dreamwalker Project

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Ah, then there should be a comma between the last name and first name. That's how people know which is which ^_^

@Apokalipse

Ach, my bad. Fixed.

The Dreamwalker Project

I would still like you to put the surname first in the character sheet (so it would be Gruffydd, Iorwerth), but other than that, approved.

@CondorTalon

I did. Gruffydd is his given name (and one spelling of the origin of the English name Griffith), and Iorwerth is a common Welsh surname (well, a surname that has origins in the patronymic naming system of pre-modern Wales).

The Dreamwalker Project

Name:

Iorwerth, Gruffydd (Pronounciation: ee-OR-oo-err-t, GREE-fuhth—it’s Welsh. See “History”)

Gender:

Male

Age:

17

Class:

3-2

Appearance:

Griffith is large, in part from his height of about six feet. The genetic lottery has supplemented his above-average height with a bulky frame, and through concerted effort he has filled his frame out with musculature to match—though he has avoided excessive bulk. His lips are almost always upturned in a massive grin, and his eyes shine with mirth. His dark hair and eyes contrast his skin, which is paler than most.

Hobbies and Interests:

More than anything else, Iorwerth likes testing himself. Often, this takes the form of mental challenges—often against other people, like a game of go or chess—but while he isn’t unintelligent, he doesn’t win very often. That said, he still derives pleasure from the challenge. He fares much better with challenges that test a person’s physical abilities, which he approaches with even greater zeal.

He also has considerable interest in folk tales from around the world, but especially from his homeland.

Personality:

Iorwerth proves a match for the mirth found in his eyes. He is warm, and amicable to a fault. His deep, echoing laughter is always bubbling beneath the surface, waiting to burst forth in response to some good natured ribbing of one of his friends, or even of himself. It is a rare day when he is angry, but it often happens in response to some perceived threat to himself or one of his friends. In such cases, his echoing voice turns excessively aggressive, and he has dragged himself into a fair few fights because of it.

History:

Born in Aberffraw in north-western Wales, Iorwerth grew up speaking his native Welsh and, in accordance with UK laws, English. When he was six, business required his parents to move to Japan. While initially temporary, both work and pleasure conspired to have Iorwerth’s parents settle in Aikari permanently.

Codename: Prometheus (a superhero rp)

You have my interest.

The Wolves of Red Lake: Season One ((Main Cast Currently Recruiting Secondary Cast Open aswell!))

Right, sorry. The past couple days have been—for lack of a better term—climactic. But, with Summer properly begun, I'll have much more time to post.

Civilization - New Lands, New Glory

@Chenzor

Glad to hear you're alright. Take as long as you need, friend. We'll be here.

The Heroes

So there are guitars then. Ah well. Glad to have you @Crimson Raven.