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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Snarfulblast The mug sloshed for a moment and as the liquid inside it settled it was no sooner downed by the weary looking man in the overcoat. Marley winced, more for the memory of the whiskey than the burn itself. He enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure, must be the masochist in him.

"Not sure its much of a story friend, I found this place sort of by accident, only after searching for it for quite some time. Funny how the fates work their own silly moments into these mortal coils."
Marley was interrupted as a large plate came whizzing by his head. The mug that followed was caught without a care in Marleys' free hand and returned to its sender with vicious authority, the subsequent smack only caused a slight grin to escape him.
"Quite the establishment you run here, curious, and full of characters no doubt. If you don't mind I'll take another whiskey, oh and a coffee, I'll just be here enjoying this book."

Marley reached into his coat and pulled out a small tattered and leather bound book, opened it, and began to read.

"And I don't mind the company, if you have a good story or know where I can begin to write one of my own please feel free to share"
A curious grin crossed his face as he continued to peruse the book.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

...*sigh*.....
"Are you gonna eat that?"

Name: Marley Blakgrave

Appearance:

Standing 6'8 and built like a badly drawn stick figure...Only dirtier and disheveled

Age:29

Gender:Male

Rich or Poor?: Money?

Skills:
Slight of Hand: (Card tricks and street games)
Empathetic: especially in the case of children and animals
Beast Tongue: Can "communicate" with animals(this skill increases exponentially with alcohol consumption)
Charming Devil: I mean, not literally a devil... but yeah, chicks (and some dudes) dig him.

Personality: Usually quiet and reserved, his charm and wit has gotten him into many a fight over the years so he has learned sometimes its best to keep yourself inside....yourself. Plus, once he gets going on a roll it's really hard to make him stop.

Bio: Marley doesn't know much about his parents, probably because he's an orphan. And the childhood days spent trying to "fit in" at the home were better blocked out of his memory, both for him and for those residing in the memories. Marley hated that place, and still to this day owes a punch to the jaw of Biff Lockheart. But those days are behind him, and although his path ahead seems as impassable and difficult as any, he knew progress was in following your feet and fighting anything that got in the way of what is right, or at least what he perceived as "right".

Likes: Women, Spicy food, Hard liquor, Women, Poetry, Cats, Women and yes, hunting.
Dislikes: Arrogance and general foolhardy behavior.
Fears: To wander this life or the next forever alone and unseen, though he didn't mind the second part the two together, for eternity, yikes!
Weaknesses: A good book, A bad woman, the promise of some kind of adventure to break up his monotonous life.
Other: n/a

Theme Song: The Wanderer by Dion
youtube.com/watch?v=0FFtht9k87k

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The Tavern door creaked open, the hinges asking, rather impolitely, for a tickle of oil. In the door frame stood a tall, slender man in a tattered overcoat that seemed rather large, even for him. No one seemed to notice him, their drinks and company seemingly a far better distraction. This was The Nameless Tavern after all, and he was no one to be noticed. The figure sauntered to a stool near the wall at the bar, he did not take a seat, instead just stood at least for the moment. His long matted and somewhat dreaded hairstyle was piled ever so carelessly on top of his 6'8(206ish cm) frame. This seemed to be due to some sort of style attempt that had long gone wrong and for reasons unknown, at least that's what he always told himself. The beard he wore was as rough as the rest of him, bushy and unkempt hiding a muted facial expression and a chin with a dent so severe some may have thought it was actually a wound, or scar. If only; he was in fact so uninteresting that he could only dream of such fantasy. His cold and tired gaze was kept forward peering under a furrowed brow, his hazel eyes were the only sign of life withing this man.

He stood as if he were suspended in time, not a twitch or a blink. The gentleman seemed unfazed by the action and chaos all around him. His stoic nature continued as he began to lose himself in thought, mesmerized by the wood grain in the bar top.

The aforementioned coat he wore hung upon his frail frame the way a coat just hangs upon the coat and hat rack on which it is placed, lifeless and mostly vacant. It was pilled and patched, made of a felt or tweed, and dark though not for any particular reason other than it had probably never been thoroughly cleaned. The trousers he sported were rather plain as well, a simple dull black, that was now turning gray, similar to the way a mans hair turns gray from age. His clothes all well worn, the boots however seemed new. This was nothing strange except for the fact that they were, in fact new.... He broke from his petrified stance and sat on the rather comfortable wooden stool. Hands gracefully placed on the bar as he stared off into space and time. As the bartender finally met the mans gaze, he pondered for a moment and then, in an almost whisper, which if were spoken any softer would have sounded like a sonic boom simply spoke;

"Name's Marley, whiskey please"

The figure sat patiently and awaited his drink.

The Crusaders: Reborn

sadly it is looking that way..... I even delayed starting a separate rp so I could get into this one.

The Crusaders: Reborn

sooo we are waiting for whom?

The Crusaders: Reborn

Name: Kevin "Sully" Sullivan
Alias: Zer0
Age: 28
Super Powers: Cryokinesis; allowing Sully to have the ability to reduce the kinetic energy of atoms and thus reduce temperature, can be used to control, generate, or absorb ice.

Bio: Sully was your average, everyday "metropolite" before the fall of Veridian City. After the events that took place albeit 5 years ago there were some wounds still left open from that fateful attack. Both of Kevins' older brothers and his parents were lost in the catastrophe. Events like this would probably turn your normal human into a cold, vengeful person. This effect became far too literal for Kevin as he soon found out. If he loses control of his emotions he begins to turn the world around him into the frozen, dead wasteland that his heart has become.

This makes it difficult for people to get to know him, which is why he has only recently started doing something, hell, ANYTHING with his newly found powers. It started mostly as a solo act, stopping muggers, saving damsels from creepy back ally horn dogs. Nothing spectacular, until Kevin found out his powers couldn't make him immortal, and after being on the business end of a .22 he found himself recovering in the hospital.

Upon recovery he heard about a group of disbanded and defunct "superheros"... The Crusaders.... Kevin didn't think much of it until then but maybe he needed to find some people who could watch his back, while he watched the cities.

Personality: Sully would be the prime candidate for the "Calm, Cool, Collected" superlative. Chill doesn't even begin to touch this guy, as he has been through quite a lot over the years and has developed quite the thick skin. Some would describe his personality as "cold" but anyone who truly knows him (and you cant count many that do) could say he warms up a tad when he lets you in.

Weaknesses: Spicy food, A fine woman and anything that reminds him of what he has lost in the past, does not like to have control of his emotions.

Appearance:

The Guardians of Sa'Renak (High Fantasy Interest Check)

Name: Merlin Frederik

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Class: Hunter

Age: 28

Bio: Merlin was raised by his grandfather who, until the boy of age 8 was brought to him, had been a hermit in the middle of the woods. Growing up having to kill for what you eat, and giving thanks to the earth and mother for your kill, tends to mild a rough and strong man. Merlin was no different, a man of few words he would often let his skill with a bow or blade do the talking. may the gods help anyone who dares poach or trespass on this mans land, for his traps don't allow you to live and tell of them. Now a well seasoned young man of 28, he has left the land where he buried his grandfather, in search of his own fortune to the north.

.....

Along the way Merlin encountered a strange gentleman. One whose dress and manor he was not much accustomed to. Though that wasn't saying much, this man was rather odd indeed. He simply handed Merlin a paper that said;

TO THOSE WHO FEEL THEIR SKILL IS GREAT
THEIR WILL IS STRONG AND TRUE
THEN VENTURE FORTH TO THE CUP AND BARREL
WHERE ADVENTURE WAITS FOR YOU.

Without a second thought Merlins pride got the better of him and he immediately made his way to Alo'Quin, capital city and home of the Cup and Barrel, a tavern of sorts.

Special Skills:An excellent Trapper and Tracker. Merlin is skilled with both a bow and blade. He can speak quite well, although he chooses not to. His closest friend is his Hawk Archimedes, whom he trained since he was old enough to fly.

Weapons: Always carries his hand-made bow and a quiver of arrows, as well as a small sheathed dagger on his hip.

Appearance:

The Guardians of Sa'Renak (High Fantasy Interest Check)

yes still interested and this will be a good start, next post will be my cs, followed by an ooc. cant wait to see what you guys come up with.

The Crusaders: Reborn

"Thats right folks you heard it first here on channel 7 news, I'm Carrie Barns reminding you that Veridian City is safe, once again"

The TV clicked off and Kevin threw the remote onto the couch cushion. It bounced off the faux comfortable material and landed with a soft thud on the stained and derelict carpet. The smell of sriracha and soy permeated the halls of his apartment, as he grabbed his keys, and made his way for the door. What, he thought were some goody two shoes hero's going to do for his neighborhood. Nobody cared about the Silk Sticks before the collapse of the city, and they damn sure haven't since

The door met its jam with a solid thud. The latch and lock affirming his “stuff” was “safe”. As he made his way downstairs to street level he could hear the shouts in Cantonese as the food was chopped and fried to perfection. Mr. Fong was a crotchety old man who owned the building that housed both Kevin and the restaurant; as well as most of Mr. Fongs' extensive family. As Kevin walked past the front door he met eyes with Fongs' daughter Kim. She shot him an awkward smile as he briskly passed the window and meandered across the street among the mass of pedestrians. As he cut through back alleys and over fire escapes he quickly made it across the slums of Veridian. He contemplated wither or not he really wanted to have his powers known. after all he just learned of them himself not too long ago. Plus, who wants to be in some government database? Not this guy, definitely wasn't his style.

......

As Kevin exited his favorite comic book store, he witnessed some thug stealing a very nice bike from another citizen. Although in public, Kevin figured he could risk it, he concentrated on the concrete in the path of the bike and with a little breath and hand motion, froze the oxygen molecules in the air and cause the bike thief to lose control and bail on the bike. Kevin figured he made a clean getaway, however unbeknownst to him someone with a camera phone caught a video of Kevins cryokinetic abilities.

The Crusaders: Reborn

hows that?