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Anselm Dunn - Giant of Albion

As the discussions went on, Dunn's thoughts diverted. For the first time in weeks, he found himself thinking about his research. He wondered if he would ever break his curse. Weakening it had lit his hopes, but in the centuries that had gone since then he had made little progress. The transformation was incredibly painful and primitive, and he knew that his way of weakening the curse had been against whatever rules and laws of magic there was. It was indeed possible that he had strengthened the curse rather than weakening it, even though he could now for the shortest of moments regain his heritage. His human body grew older with quicker speed than ever before, or so he imagined. He knew he had had a full head of hair a mere century ago, and he new others found him strikingly handsome half a millennium ago. Half a millennium. He wondered, as he had done thousands of times before, what would happen if - when - he lifted the curse. Would he be a giant once more, or was it the curse that kept him alive for all these years? Would he be giant once again, yet a weak, old and decrepit version of his former self, as his human form was now? Or would something else happen, for better or worse? Dunn sighed and massaged his forehead with his fingers, ending such thoughts.

Darkness had crept up on the gathering in Ardgroom. It wasn't raining, but the earth, plant life as well as air were moist and cold. Dunn couldn't see it, but he was certain mist had arrived, driven in from the coastline. Yet when the goddess appeared, Dunn could feel the mist dispersing, he could feel her radiance warming his wrinkled old skin, and when she gazed directly into his eyes, Dunn was unable to look away. What a magnificent being she was. Dunn had as far as he knew never met a deity before, nor cared to, but Isis very much fit the lofty and dreamy descriptions others had given of gods. Yet in spite of that, Dunn was unmoved by her story. The ankh held no meaning to him. He had already made his decision not to join the group heading for Egypt, when Isis suddenly spoke to him.
“It is then that you will also receive your just rewards for your service.” she said, before turning to address the crowd. Dunn drew a heavy breath, head tilted upwards and mouth open with one hand stroking his chin. Just rewards? What might the Egyptian goddess of slaves and sinners deem a just reward? Was she honest or deceptive? For all he knew, a "just reward" might just kill him. Still, she was a goddess, with powers unknown to him. Would she be able to lift his curse, or at least provide help? Might the ankh be capable of such things? With these thoughts circling in his head, Dunn made the only decision there was.
"Very well, then. I shall help you find the ankh." the giant said, eyes still fixed on the goddess as he tried to figure her out.

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50 Shades of PS!

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Seems like things are about to kick off. Great post. :)

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Didn't like Gravity that much, although it was technically impressive.

Interest Check - Vikings Roleplay?

I'd be interested. As for the time period, the 800s-900s should put us at the height of the viking age, if that is what we're going for. And the gods... I'm thinking the same vibe as the show ought to work well?

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It sure is more fun to write posts when I find it entertaining to read others' posts, and this has been the case thus far. So thanks! :D

As for the conflicts, I've been doing what Igraine so well put a few posts above mine:

Igraine said And no matter what anyone chooses, the whole thing is about what your characters would do and think - never be 'sorry' for it! It's RP, and if there's no conflict/tension/disagreement/struggle, then where's the fun, I ask you?

Also, a little bit of clarification about Dunn, OOC-wise: Dunn understands emotion, but rarely considers them. He is old and ancient, and his curse along with thousands of years worth of experiences - fun, sad, harrowing and exciting - has numbed his feelings regarding all but those few things that he holds close to heart. He has loved and lost, and everything in between.
Yet as a giant, temporarily freed from his curse, he is in far more contact with his own emotions - for better or worse.

I might just go and make up a personality section in the CS to cover things like this for the future...

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Anselm Dunn - Giant of Albion

Dunn listened to the werewolf's heated response, and was about to give answer when Henry Grimm interjected. Dunn didn't like the impression he got from Grimm. First of all, he knew the man to be a Näck, a being with abilities not unlike those of Atticus. And much like with the case of the incubus, Dunn was not overly appreciative of those persuasive powers. Clearly Grimm wasn't using them on him now, however, as Dunn didn't agree with what the water spirit said. Perhaps the man had more decency than his race was known for, after all. As soon as Henry finished talking, Raleigh spoke up. Dunn listened to the dryad voicing his concern about ethics and morals. While Dunn could understand the sentiments, he didn't care more about them than the werewolf, Atticus or Grimm seemed to do. He felt that part of the discussion was above his level of competence, and referred from taking sides. He did, however, have other concerns, and when the cave dragon spoke up, he felt them being voiced. It was not a company mission. It was not Dunn's obligation, nor did he feel it was in his interest, to participate in the resurrection of Max. He decided to clarify himself.

Dunn felt tired. He often did as a human, while boiling in his giant form. First, he looked to Henry Grimm, meeting the spirits gaze.
"I have been with the company longer than you have existed. You need not lecture me about how to best serve the company, nor what lies in its interest. I do what I am payed to do. I hold no grudges, and in return I offer no favours. The company knows this and has respected it for as long as I have been in its employ. I would hope this remains the case. And no, the company would not drag me back from the dead were I to die in a mission, nor has it ever done so, to my knowledge, in the past. Like the dragon says, this is no internal matter. It is personal and emotional, and unless I am payed, I will have no part in it." Dunn had spoken with calm and probably looked as tired as he felt. He then turned to the werewolf, whom looked as if she wanted to rip his throat open.
"I know you and others cared for Max. Yet I did not, nor did I know him. I am aware of the great sacrifice he made, and I wish you the best of luck in your endevours."

Dunn lit another cigarette. He knew his opinion wasn't gonna make him any friends, but he couldn't claim he cared. He had done his best to be diplomatic, and it would simply have to do.

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A heads up; I'm writing a post in response to the ones that have been posted after mine, as it seems appropriate right about now, before too many people interjects.

Ahh, the troubles of having a lot of PC at the same place! ^^

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DotCom: Dunn is far more composed and patient than he was before the curse was placed on him. I doubt he'd "try" anything. :D

Anyway, I don't know if I should post a response yet, or let others post first? It seems a bit weird to manae to have such a long exchange without the others getting off a word, I mean.

EDIT: Didn't see your post there, Igraine. But yea, what I said to DotCom applies. :D

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Dunn stands little chance against most supernatural beings in his human form, including werewolves. In giant form, however, the matter tends to be reversed...