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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Her swears and demands only brought a faint smile to his lips, any hint of concern quickly vanishing as though it never existed. With a casual yet elegant motion he firmly took her arm in his. Through gentle pressure he offered a surprising amount of support.

”Sadly, I can only guarantee you one of those things. But we will see what we can do.”

He said as he gently led her away from the door. As soon as neither were in its way, silently the solid wooden structure began to close, as if remaining open had put some invisible strain on it. Before it could come to a complete close however, Dorian’s eyes quickly scanned the internal of the pod, an intent gaze searching for something that wasn’t there.

Step by steady step they made their way to the top of the staircase from where they could see over the whole tavern.
You’re going to be ok. he whispered reassuringly to Alex without turning her way.

Addressing @everyone in the tavern, he spoke in a calm, kind voice that carried further than expected without being loud, it gently demanded attention yet held no arrogance. It was a voice you wanted to listen to. Soothing and somehow simultaneously important.

And with this entrancing smooth voice he simply asked.
“Is there by chance a medic or doctor in house tonight? One preferably not yet inebriated. This lady here could use your assistance.”

@timelord1101

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

The faintest slither of a frown touched the tavern owners brow, hearing the commotion and moans beyond the door. He had not worried over anything for over a century, so why did he feel worried now.
With firm kind words he continued, his voice offering the occupant in the space beyond the door a point of focus.

“Alex are you injured? Can you get out? You need to open the door. Alex.”

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@themadhatter420@timelord1101
The finely dressed bartender had a distant look in his kindly eyes, there was a slight tension beneath his smooth sharp features as if he was listening or concentrating on something distant.
Itotia’s words did not go unheard however as he politely replies.

“Of course you can have a break and some food, order anything you like. You may be amazed by what we have available, unfortunately however I can not serve you this evening as I have someone to see.”

Punctuating his quick, sudden departure, a loud thud boomed from somewhere distant outside causing the walls to momentarily rattle slightly.

The escape pod that just traveled through space, through a rift and crashed violently to the ground, may have been a half mile away, but distance was one of the many laws that the tavern did not obey.
Dorian made his way up the stairs and to an old hallway with doors on either side. With a purposeful stride he made his way down along the soft lush carpet to a door long untouched. This door once belonged to one of his first employees, and beyond it was the room they had made theirs and all their belongings, now however, on the other side was the interior of a nearby space pod. With three delicate taps he knocks on the door.

“Are you ok?”

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

”So, Since your stuck here, might as well make the most of it.
You could always get yourself a room. Or share mine.” he add with a playful shrug and a guilty teasing grin.
”Options.”

Clay found another mug of ale and continued to watch the tavern over the top of his drink.

”It does this.” he said, voice echoing in his cup.
”The excitement comes in waves. This place is like the ocean or the weather, never know when things are gonna start coming crashing down around you.”

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@aia2022

“So where were you trying to go?” Clay asked in his low gravelly voice. “Guessing it wouldn’t let you leave yet?” His eyebrows raised with the question but he was examining his bandages.
”Glad it didn’t.” he mumbled softly.

Then he didn’t have much to say, or do for that matter. He just lean back on the bar and looked about.

The Star-Breakers

Vilak, the armoured (ex)weapons dealer.

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"Is this really necessary?
What about that time I sold you all those things?"

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Name: Vilak Tethren

Nicknames/Titles: Vile, the death dealer.

Age: Undisclosed

Gender: Undisclosed

Ship Role:
Primary: Weapon smith / technological analyst.
Secondary: Treasurer, fence, negotiator.

Race: Undisclosed

Personality: Straight forward and logical. Has an interest in all manner of technology, especially the ‘shooty kind’, second only to the ‘prevent death from the shooty kind’ kind. Vilak is surprisingly friendly and chatty despite the literal cold, dark, hard exterior. Vilak is quite curious but also cautious. They can be detached or simply naive at times but always very, very private. A habit that has followed on over from their last profession.

Biography: Unfortunately Vile has quite a reputation, despite what they say to try squash it. Vilak claims that most of it is built on lies and rumour. ‘That station was poorly built and had a leak, the explosion had nothing to do with them not paying.’
Fears, assumptions and miss interpretations. The bits that are true were unintentional accidents at best, strokes of sheer unbelievable luck at worst.
Vilak, through their vast love and knowledge of weaponry accidentally fell into the role of weapons dealer. One thing lead to another and without really knowing why, they became one of the most wanted and feared entrepreneurs across the galaxy by criminals and law enforcement alike. It was only after spending the vast fortune that they had acquired, did they manage to get off of most of the digital most-wanted lists and black market bounty boards.

Powers/Skills: Numbers is Vile’s thing. Numbers, technology and words. Their memory and attention to detail is near on a power by itself. Be that is due to some ancient racial alien lineage or advanced technological implant remains unknown, for Vile’s next greatest skill is the ability to never be seen outside of their military high grade full protective combat armour.

Equipment: Finely tuned, well kept, military high grade full protective combat armour.
Tools, and then some more tools.
Tools that don’t look like tools.
A machine that makes tools.
A few guns.
A secure crate of private things.

Other:
Vilak’s voice is obviously altered by the armour they always wear.
The armour has been modified to pure defensive and analytical purposes.
Vilak is a bit jumpy.

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@Mintz
So was this a no?
Not sure if my character submission was missed or just not good.

The Star-Breakers

Vilak, the armoured (ex)weapons dealer.

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"Is this really necessary?
What about that time I sold you all those things?"

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Name: Vilak Tethren

Nicknames/Titles: Vile, the death dealer.

Age: Undisclosed

Gender: Undisclosed

Ship Role:
Primary: Weapon smith / technological analyst.
Secondary: Treasurer, fence, negotiator.

Race: Undisclosed

Personality: Straight forward and logical. Has an interest in all manner of technology, especially the ‘shooty kind’, second only to the ‘prevent death from the shooty kind’ kind. Vilak is surprisingly friendly and chatty despite the literal cold, dark, hard exterior. Vilak is quite curious but also cautious. They can be detached or simply naive at times but always very, very private. A habit that has followed on over from their last profession.

Biography: Unfortunately Vile has quite a reputation, despite what they say to try squash it. Vilak claims that most of it is built on lies and rumour. ‘That station was poorly built and had a leak, the explosion had nothing to do with them not paying.’
Fears, assumptions and miss interpretations. The bits that are true were unintentional accidents at best, strokes of sheer unbelievable luck at worst.
Vilak, through their vast love and knowledge of weaponry accidentally fell into the role of weapons dealer. One thing lead to another and without really knowing why, they became one of the most wanted and feared entrepreneurs across the galaxy by criminals and law enforcement alike. It was only after spending the vast fortune that they had acquired, did they manage to get off of most of the digital most-wanted lists and black market bounty boards.

Powers/Skills: Numbers is Vile’s thing. Numbers, technology and words. Their memory and attention to detail is near on a power by itself. Be that is due to some ancient racial alien lineage or advanced technological implant remains unknown, for Vile’s next greatest skill is the ability to never be seen outside of their military high grade full protective combat armour.

Equipment: Finely tuned, well kept, military high grade full protective combat armour.
Tools, and then some more tools.
Tools that don’t look like tools.
A machine that makes tools.
A few guns.
A secure crate of private things.

Other:
Vilak’s voice is obviously altered by the armour they always wear.
The armour has been modified to pure defensive and analytical purposes.
Vilak is a bit jumpy.

Worlds within worlds: My RP interests

Oooh, my first bumpity bump. Added two new ideas. One godly the other just a broadening of my earlier mercenary idea.

Both concepts would also really suit a small group. but I’m not sure if that is a feasible idea? Am I getting too greedy?

A new Moon is rising (+18, Mature Content, Plot-Heavy ideas, FxM)

Idea 2?
Been a while since I played a vampire 🧛‍♂️

Mercenaries! - A tongue in cheek fantasy roleplay where things often go wrong 18+ language, violence

List me!
*sits patiently staring at the door*