Name: Gordeu Hawkin "G"
Gender:Manliest Man.
Age:35
Appearance:My Dream Selfy
Birthday: Fall 30
Role: "I AM THE BLACKSMITH"
Personality: Hot-blooded, Hard-headed, but still one of the first guys you go to in a crisis....Though his methods are likely to be "You tried Punchin'?"
Likes: Work, Working out, Punching, and opera.
Dislikes: Not working, lazy people, animals (Dogs aren't animals they are a MANS best friend) Lumberjacks.
History:
He has been working the mines for as long as the town can remember. At first he was going to rebel from his families less than flashy work but at about puberty he found out something very important of Manuel labor,its simply the most satisfying feeling in the world! A cave in almost killed him, and his family persisted in him finding a new profession simply due to the seriousness of his injuries at the time.
While recuperating he worked with the local blacksmith as to help build up his diminished muscles. What ended up happening was a mastering of the world stone! The feel of the heat, the sweat running down his brow, and the best part was the crash of the hammer against the malleable metals! Any chance he gets he is crafting some ornate tool or trying to refine one to a level of perfection that is completely unneeded for its likely fate. (But seriously you need a pickaxe that can scratch a diamond.)
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Don't worry he is on his way.
So long as you don't mess with Rose for 10 days :D
Did I break the rp?! I am sorry, damn devil arcana!
"Quaint."
A word finally escaped the porcelain skinned doll. Not that she was normally one for conversation but the lack of her saying anything since her incarceration had many considering her being in shock. Despite this she was moved to a area that could handle any more of her...chilling...out burst. Not that you could tell she had been living in the room, she sat in one spot only moving when absolutely needed...This facility had left her a tad perplexed, was it supposed to be punishment? It hardly seemed such with the lack of bloodshed. She had considered her punishment to be a little bit more quick, but it seems due to the method that presented itself during the time she was now considered a special case? The justice system of the outside seems skewed....
How much time had passed since she had gotten lost in thought? She could not tell if she irritated or if relived. "What is next?" The satisfaction of killing the source of the woes in her life was more or less empty. As she looked down at her hands she tried to remember the feeling that she had when she completed her goal, the one that she had been working her way up too for years......But nothing. All she felt was empty. A light mist had begun pooling around her.....The best she can muster by will. Just like everything its out of control. If she can not control herself....how could she control her fate.
"Whatever.' With the word she silenced her thoughts and filled them with a checklist of things to do. She stepped out of the room and counted the steps between her room and the next. Repeating the process to establish the size of the hall in order to determine the probability of people stationed versus the number of...patrons...If anything the problem would take some time to solve in her head, though there is a small delight in converting the measurements about, It makes the equation take longer...What if there are special patrons with larger rooms on upper floors? A variable like that one can only be determined with a more complex problem of probability! A slight smirk had appeared as she had the thought. Consuming time as she saw fit, she could grow used to it.
I will attempt to match said quality
Where my changes to specification?
What? I was being serious? He said he wasn't feeling well! Why does everything I say seem to be taken negatively?
Tell him I wish him the best of health.
She hits with the tablet, and stabs with her pen!
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