@DeadBeatWalking Of mice man and zombies? We going to be killing Curleys wife again? How about reshooting Candys dog? Im intresested either way
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@Damo021 I play a few charecters. When allowed ill use Davidson and Steve as bad guys. Be afraid... be very afraid!
@Nallore No I am saying he has sweved and crashed becase of the highschoolers RV again.
Steve, postman Steve, the man they couldn't kill. Thats what he often told himself as he drove down the same boring roads. Day in day out handing letters to the bored or the crazy for staying there. Haddent hunted for a while, heck, no one went hunting any-more, seemed to be that you fell in love with the town for the wildlife and hunting scene and after you set up a house you never hunted again. Steve flashed back to when him and his baby cousin used to spend all day firing at wolves and deer alike, the times they spoke regularly and were as thick as theives. But when he took over the silversmiths at the same time he got a promotion to head of sorting they never talk now, shame. Driving down the same roads, he could proberly remember this very same road if he shut his eyes.... so he did.
The soft purr of the van as it drove in a straight line, the whipping of the air as it flowed through his window, hit the van doors and rebouded into the back of his neck, it was the life. The darkness consuming him as he drove, the once soft purr of the engine became a soft lullaby pulling him under
"Awake!" was the first thing he said as he jolted up, the beamers hitting his face as he swerved to avoid the moving object in-front of him, the van lercing to the side and getting stuck in the side. Looking up he could see the problem. He has nearly hit the Highschool RV... Again....
Exsamining the situation, he had arrived at a house, they had all
The soft purr of the van as it drove in a straight line, the whipping of the air as it flowed through his window, hit the van doors and rebouded into the back of his neck, it was the life. The darkness consuming him as he drove, the once soft purr of the engine became a soft lullaby pulling him under
"Awake!" was the first thing he said as he jolted up, the beamers hitting his face as he swerved to avoid the moving object in-front of him, the van lercing to the side and getting stuck in the side. Looking up he could see the problem. He has nearly hit the Highschool RV... Again....
Exsamining the situation, he had arrived at a house, they had all
Intersting, tickle me pink and ill do this!
Davidson, Davidson had a great time in the past years. Granted he had lost all but... well all his freinds but the town was changing. New people comming and going all the time. And, with the goldsmiths gone he had full market share. With all the strange occurances happening he haddent been out shooting in years. A shame, he could murder a wolf right now. Given that hunting season was nearly over bullets were really expensive, and as the price of silver was lowered he was rammed most days and nights with tourists looking for a trinket so he could never get out and fling some silver, a old Davidson trick, they say a Silver bullet never misses and never fails, wolf death everytime. A old wife tale ofcourse, a myth from the town itself.
@Damo021 I swear there is already a police charecter
Name: Mr Davidson
Age: (5-60) 38
Appearance:
Sexuality: (Bi, gay, straight, ect) Straight
Job: (What is your job in Red Lake if you have any or old enough?) Is a silversmith/Blacksmith also works as a light pilot.
Personality: Well, what can we say about this guy, hes quite. Not the silent guy you think is shy, I mean he is the type you look out for. He always seems to be looking for something yet never finding it, he is stingy of what he owns. He loves money, not in excess but enough to price all silver and metal goods at a high price. Despite all of this he is a fierce fighter, proberly down to the small town.
Bio: What can we say about the man who doesn't give his first name? Well we cant really say that much. From what the town knows he has lived here his whole life here, he never leaves. He grew up in the better areas of town never moving much in his life. His family owned the silver smith in the high-street is still in fearce competition with the local gold smiths. Regularly his father would take him out on hunting trips to shoot the deer but his father would regularly get angry when wolves took the kills. Unfortunately ammo is expensive so they made do with the dregs they had of silver, as a result they started using silver bullets to shoot wolves and deer.
Ten years later he was the sole owner of the best smiting company in town after they bought out the gold smiths.
Misc Info:
Name: Steve Brown
Age: 43
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Sexless
Job: Postman
Personality: Calm and composed. He cares not for what happens and just focuses on his job. Mild mannered and kind hearted. Think the traditional nice guy.
Bio: Mr Brown. Now he is a open book, a man where you ask and you shall receive. He will tell you all about himself. He was born in England, he cant rememberer the exact place but it was around about the area. He moved there when he was young when his parents came for work. He studied here and made a life for himself. He has a well paying job as a postman and gets to drive a van around. Its a fine life, he is one of three postmen in the city. He handles the packages from out of town given how the town lacks any sorting office. He takes all letters to a small office where the other two distribute. He takes a route through the forest and has fallen into the habit of feeding the animals
Age: (5-60) 38
Appearance:
Sexuality: (Bi, gay, straight, ect) Straight
Job: (What is your job in Red Lake if you have any or old enough?) Is a silversmith/Blacksmith also works as a light pilot.
Personality: Well, what can we say about this guy, hes quite. Not the silent guy you think is shy, I mean he is the type you look out for. He always seems to be looking for something yet never finding it, he is stingy of what he owns. He loves money, not in excess but enough to price all silver and metal goods at a high price. Despite all of this he is a fierce fighter, proberly down to the small town.
Bio: What can we say about the man who doesn't give his first name? Well we cant really say that much. From what the town knows he has lived here his whole life here, he never leaves. He grew up in the better areas of town never moving much in his life. His family owned the silver smith in the high-street is still in fearce competition with the local gold smiths. Regularly his father would take him out on hunting trips to shoot the deer but his father would regularly get angry when wolves took the kills. Unfortunately ammo is expensive so they made do with the dregs they had of silver, as a result they started using silver bullets to shoot wolves and deer.
Ten years later he was the sole owner of the best smiting company in town after they bought out the gold smiths.
Misc Info:
Name: Steve Brown
Age: 43
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Sexless
Job: Postman
Personality: Calm and composed. He cares not for what happens and just focuses on his job. Mild mannered and kind hearted. Think the traditional nice guy.
Bio: Mr Brown. Now he is a open book, a man where you ask and you shall receive. He will tell you all about himself. He was born in England, he cant rememberer the exact place but it was around about the area. He moved there when he was young when his parents came for work. He studied here and made a life for himself. He has a well paying job as a postman and gets to drive a van around. Its a fine life, he is one of three postmen in the city. He handles the packages from out of town given how the town lacks any sorting office. He takes all letters to a small office where the other two distribute. He takes a route through the forest and has fallen into the habit of feeding the animals
I have retured! Was I missed? I think I was missed!
Interested... maybe
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