Yay, thanks for posting. Still, I hoped there would be more of posting people.
Pst, should I be an annoying person and start PMing people? :D
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Raymond woke up in the morning, completely unaware of the events happening somewhere else. As it was for him for quite a long time, Ray's first action was simply to pray, just after getting out of bed, still in his night clothes. He knelt near his bed, onto which a warm ray of sun had shone through the window, and started his first prayers. After more than a half of an hour of saying various prayers that he memorized, the man stood up and went to the shower. After exiting and dressing up, he had boiled himself some rice and ate it with sugar and raisins, while having a cup of tea near as well.
After finishing his breakfast, the man had simply put on his priestly robe and drove back to the church, as while they were no cermons in other days rather than Sundays, he still had duties to do there.
((sorry for such a short post))
After finishing his breakfast, the man had simply put on his priestly robe and drove back to the church, as while they were no cermons in other days rather than Sundays, he still had duties to do there.
((sorry for such a short post))
Alright, fixed the 'sleeping with hammer' thing into a joke of some inhabitants D:
So, I suppose my character can't use his favorite tool as a sleeping teddybear, as it would be taken away after work? Or is it not the same with tools?
Ignasius froze as the hunters came, he sat there, not saying a word and mostly having half of his face covered by a mug of his ale. He also glared at the new mug of ale he received for the blood of an noble creature. To his mind, this was wrong, as soon as the hunters moved out, the knight stood up, flipping the new mug over and walking out. He looked at the men preparing for their journey. The old knight waited for them to make a reasonable distance, yet be close enough for him to follow. And so, he hopped on his horse and tightened the straps of his armour. He checked through his weapon and rode out.
After hours of following, without finding a single opportunity to pick off any unfortunate sod who was pissing too far from his camp, he saw as how the group started charging... He also started hearing the beating of a lot of giant wings. The warrior groaned, as he took his lance and simply charged. One of the dragon hunters didn't even have time to scream, when the long thing impaled through his throat, the force and the speed of the inpact was enough to literally tear the man's head off... Ignasius' lance still hadn't broke, as he charged once again, now hitting an armored man in the chest, piercing through the breastplate and making him fall on the ground in terrible pains... The knight's lance was now broken, so he took his warhammer and started charging at the nearest one, only realizing that it was a terrible mistake, when he saw the man having a spear. Ignasius tried to maneuver away from it, but it was too late, the horse impaled itself on the spear, making the man fall off his horse to the dirt with a heavy thud.... He ached everywhere... But he had to get up if he wanted to fight on.. Adrenaline gave him enough strength to stand, no matter the weight of the armour and the pain, he was still holding his hammer, and saw the man who killed his horse coming at him now with a sword. He swung the hammer at the man's head, caving it in like a melon, and obviously making him regret for not wearing a helmet. Suddenly, Ignasius had felt an impact on his back. Some silly sod tried to swing an arming sword at plate armour, doing pretty much nothing. The warrior rose his hammer, and bashed the man... But just after that, he felt a piercing pain in his back as a crossbow bolt perforated through the plate and the mail underneath. Ignasius tried to go on, but another hit him in the hind-quarters, making him fall from injuries, exhaustion and pain... He was alive.... He only wondered for how long...
After hours of following, without finding a single opportunity to pick off any unfortunate sod who was pissing too far from his camp, he saw as how the group started charging... He also started hearing the beating of a lot of giant wings. The warrior groaned, as he took his lance and simply charged. One of the dragon hunters didn't even have time to scream, when the long thing impaled through his throat, the force and the speed of the inpact was enough to literally tear the man's head off... Ignasius' lance still hadn't broke, as he charged once again, now hitting an armored man in the chest, piercing through the breastplate and making him fall on the ground in terrible pains... The knight's lance was now broken, so he took his warhammer and started charging at the nearest one, only realizing that it was a terrible mistake, when he saw the man having a spear. Ignasius tried to maneuver away from it, but it was too late, the horse impaled itself on the spear, making the man fall off his horse to the dirt with a heavy thud.... He ached everywhere... But he had to get up if he wanted to fight on.. Adrenaline gave him enough strength to stand, no matter the weight of the armour and the pain, he was still holding his hammer, and saw the man who killed his horse coming at him now with a sword. He swung the hammer at the man's head, caving it in like a melon, and obviously making him regret for not wearing a helmet. Suddenly, Ignasius had felt an impact on his back. Some silly sod tried to swing an arming sword at plate armour, doing pretty much nothing. The warrior rose his hammer, and bashed the man... But just after that, he felt a piercing pain in his back as a crossbow bolt perforated through the plate and the mail underneath. Ignasius tried to go on, but another hit him in the hind-quarters, making him fall from injuries, exhaustion and pain... He was alive.... He only wondered for how long...
IrishAngelQueen said
FRIED PICKLES TASTE GREAT!!!!!!!!! XD.but yes i do know what random means.Just love being unprdictably crazy.I became insane…with horrible bouts of sanity…
Letting you cat walk over the keyboard doesn't really make you random or insane. :D
Appearance:
Name:
Sean Mattock "The Hammer"
Weapon:
While he has access to a wide array of construction tools, people see a spark in his eyes everytime he uses a sledgehammer.
Estimated Age:
Mid-thirties
Personality:
Sean a person, who prefers not to be bothered by strangers, to whom he is innitially quite distrustful. However, those that have somehow managed to win his trust are rewarded with a fierce loyalty. Sean is not exactly the smartest of people, and after being verbally assaulted, or seeing a friend being insulted, he, instead of thinking of a witty come-back, just clenches one of his massive fists and swings it at the one that started the whole thing. This man also finds it difficult and unnecessary to lie, and that includes being blunt (Teehee) to other people.
Brief Background:
Sean, and his father came to the community with a small immigrant group, back when the boy had not even hit puberty. His mother (along with some other people) died on the way towards the shelter. And so, after being stripped down to see for bitemarks, and later assigned to homes and jobs, they started a new life here. The father and son, having not really much skills at anything were assigned to assisting the construction workers, and so the years passed and Sean learned more and more about building, as well as toughening up his muscles due to constant manual labour.
As Sean grew up, it was pretty damn obvious that his father was getting old, he was moving a lot slower and forgetting things quite constantly. The old man was incarcerated after he accidently dropped a brick onto another man's head, that ended up with severe head-trauma for the poor sod. And thus, Sean, now a grown man was left alone, continuing to work his shoes off in the construction field, and seeing his father (who was suffering from old-age dementia by then) in his free time. Some time later, his father perished, and Sean was struck pretty bad. He rarely went to work, even to a point that the security had to drag him to work with threats of throwing the man outside. He eventually got back into the work... Now he worked hard only to forget everything else in the world, but it was not easy, and only lots of time had managed to heal the wounds.
Now Sean is one of the toughest and most skilled construction workers in Barrowside, and a lot of people respect him for that, but there are also some who laugh at his lack of inteligence behind his back, and even making jokes that Sean would sleep with his hammer if he could...
Misc:
Sean is a simple-minded, yet physically strong construction worker.
Level and category:
5A
Name:
Sean Mattock "The Hammer"
Weapon:
While he has access to a wide array of construction tools, people see a spark in his eyes everytime he uses a sledgehammer.
Estimated Age:
Mid-thirties
Personality:
Sean a person, who prefers not to be bothered by strangers, to whom he is innitially quite distrustful. However, those that have somehow managed to win his trust are rewarded with a fierce loyalty. Sean is not exactly the smartest of people, and after being verbally assaulted, or seeing a friend being insulted, he, instead of thinking of a witty come-back, just clenches one of his massive fists and swings it at the one that started the whole thing. This man also finds it difficult and unnecessary to lie, and that includes being blunt (Teehee) to other people.
Brief Background:
Sean, and his father came to the community with a small immigrant group, back when the boy had not even hit puberty. His mother (along with some other people) died on the way towards the shelter. And so, after being stripped down to see for bitemarks, and later assigned to homes and jobs, they started a new life here. The father and son, having not really much skills at anything were assigned to assisting the construction workers, and so the years passed and Sean learned more and more about building, as well as toughening up his muscles due to constant manual labour.
As Sean grew up, it was pretty damn obvious that his father was getting old, he was moving a lot slower and forgetting things quite constantly. The old man was incarcerated after he accidently dropped a brick onto another man's head, that ended up with severe head-trauma for the poor sod. And thus, Sean, now a grown man was left alone, continuing to work his shoes off in the construction field, and seeing his father (who was suffering from old-age dementia by then) in his free time. Some time later, his father perished, and Sean was struck pretty bad. He rarely went to work, even to a point that the security had to drag him to work with threats of throwing the man outside. He eventually got back into the work... Now he worked hard only to forget everything else in the world, but it was not easy, and only lots of time had managed to heal the wounds.
Now Sean is one of the toughest and most skilled construction workers in Barrowside, and a lot of people respect him for that, but there are also some who laugh at his lack of inteligence behind his back, and even making jokes that Sean would sleep with his hammer if he could...
Misc:
Sean is a simple-minded, yet physically strong construction worker.
Level and category:
5A
"Amen." The word from Raymond's mouth echoed through the church. "Amen" The people in the church responded.... The sermon was over, the priest saw as how the church-goers were leaving through the main door... He sighed and walked away from the altar, taking a seat on the nearby bench. He was standing there and preaching for three hours straight... His legs ached. The man sat there for several minutes, just thinking, until an altar boy brought him a cup of tea. He thanked the boy and took a sip of the tea. It was Earl Grey with a single teaspoon of sugar. Just how he liked it. After he has finished his drink in quiet, he has stood up and said goodbye to the ones that were still in the church. He sat in his car drove home.
It was a rather hot Sunday that day. The sun was scorching the town, and by the time Raymond has reached home, he was soaked in sweat no matter the fact that all windows were open. He looked to the sky and thought a bit, before going to his front door and coming in. The priest has taken a glass of water and drunk it rather quickly. After that, he changed into his everyday clothes and started on his daily routine - cleaning the house, watering the plants, and then after all that, in the evening, praying.
It was a rather hot Sunday that day. The sun was scorching the town, and by the time Raymond has reached home, he was soaked in sweat no matter the fact that all windows were open. He looked to the sky and thought a bit, before going to his front door and coming in. The priest has taken a glass of water and drunk it rather quickly. After that, he changed into his everyday clothes and started on his daily routine - cleaning the house, watering the plants, and then after all that, in the evening, praying.
Summer, perhaps when you post your IC post, you can also post for the people of the village as well?
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