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Once OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Wed, 13/01/2021 08:35 (4 Years ago) |
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Name: Elzenwath the Large Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: Elzenwath, as his name suggests, is a hulking brute of a being, standing at around 7"5'. He has a rather hypnotically large belly, and thick, pale green skin, which is a complete nuisance for those trying to slaughter him. His eyes are a horrid, withered yellow, with no iris to support the pupil. Standing sadly atop his head are several short hairs, spiking directly upwards as if electrified. His ears are unbelievebly large, whilst his nose is so small as to be unnoticeable. Several of his teeth have long since abanonded him, and those that are left are a sickening yellow colour. His chins recede into his neck among layers of fat. He wears a ragged skirt to cover his lower body, and despite the hefty weight placed atop him, he has rather muscular arms and legs, as well as a strong neck, rendering him able to defeat most in battle - though he is unfortunately slow. A leather band across his chest provides a sheath of sorts for the large wooden trunk he wields as a weapon, similar to a club. Race: Troll. Powers: other than the ability to breathe in other's faces and make them practically pass out, none. Kingdom:... the swamp. Guild: None, yet. Alignment: He thinks of himself as good, but as soon as most people see a troll - especially one of his size - they flee, screaming their puny heads off, so he has a rather bad reputation. Other: I hope that when you included trolls in the list you weren't thinking about those pink and blue ones from the kid's movie. I certainly wasn't. [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sun, 10/01/2021 12:28 (4 Years ago) |
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welcome back y'all :D [Read more] |
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Once OFFLINE Forum Posts: 86 |
Posted: Sat, 09/01/2021 11:35 (4 Years ago) |
 Tossing the rest of her somewhat bitter drink down her throat, Camille, who was not at all hopeful of tomorrow's mission, slammed the glass on the counter and stood, walking past the drunkard who had stolen the bottle and his friend. She dragged herself up the stairs, still unsure of why she was aiding these people in their fantastical revolution, and somehow managed to find her key and room without falling asleep. Once she was inside and laying on her duvet, however, she found herself unable to rest; perhaps early adrenaline for tomorrow's mission. Though she doubted they would pull it off - those that had a drink ended up consuming rather a large amount of alcohol, so would undoubtedly have hangovers. The rest of her evening was spent throwing knives at her wall. She guessed that she wouldn't be here for long, hence why she cared not for the state of her room. Three knives were tossed continuously, each hitting exactly where it had been told. This was probably driving whoever accomadated the room next to her insane, she realised, but again ignored the fact. Several hours after midnight, she managed to fall asleep, only to again be woken by footsteps outside her door. She groaned, grasping her pillow and covering her head with it, unwilling to leave her rather uncomfortable yet somewhat soothing resting area. Why would they be rising this early? Running, abandoning the mission, she supposed. The mission.. she jolted awake, her eyes suddenly wide, the thought lingering in her head. Had she missed it? She hoped not, though she couldn't say she would have been sad to avoid participating in it.. Still, she flew out of bed, smacking into almost everything she could. She slept in her uniform, so she didn't need to change - not that she would have, anyway. She scrambled down the hallway before practically toppling down the stairs, and came to a screeching halt before she could smash into the door. Opening it gently, as if nothing had happened, she let out a sigh - the vehicle had not yet departed. Casually, she stepped out, smoothing down her hair, her chin up and shoulders back. Being unarmed was no problem for her, though she would have liked not to waste more energy on summoning knives. Taking long strides, she made her way over to Kayleigh. "How far will we be.. er.. goo-ing aujourd'hui?" She drummed her fingers on her thigh. Some might have assumed that she had ADHD; indeed, it did seem as if she were always moving. Perhaps she should look into that, when this fiasco was over. [Read more] |