Eh, pinkish red works just as well, and duly noted on the default blue.
I don't often color my dialogue, so don't be too angry if I forget a time or two.
I don't often color my dialogue, so don't be too angry if I forget a time or two.
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I'm free as well, whenever you're both on?
I ended up going with red. I hope it's as easy to read for you guys as it is to me.
Osborn had traveled plenty in his short span of life, from all over his homeland of Griffan, to even the oddest corners of the neighboring lands, and yet he had never set foot in such a troubled place as he had when he arrived in Coleander. Sure, the first few nights had been fine, but that was only for as long as he could keep his pockets filled with money. He hadn’t anticipated finding small work to be this hard, even in a shambled state like this, but there he was, broke and hungry and not exactly enjoying himself. It’d been five days since he’d entered the state, and the last two had been spent sleeping outdoors. He had just enough cash for a small meal, if he found the right place, but was honestly more willing to spend it on alcohol at this point.
“If I don’t get a drink in me soon, I might just die before ever finding myself a band to afford a drink with.” Osborn whined loudly to himself, followed by a groan as he yawned and stretched his back. He’d been sleeping just fine only a few hours earlier, curled up in a surprisingly quiet alleyway towards the center of town, but was woken up when the sounds of people and traffic began to pick up. Now he was in the heart of it all, weaving in and between people while they crowded around stalls and their keepers. He moved at a leisurely pace, keeping an ear out for any mention of the band system and possible work.
That was what he’d traveled so far in search of, after all: a band to join. He’d heard through rumors that the king was willing to pay its bands a pretty penny in exchange for following orders dished out by the state and its people. Basically, it was grunt work, but Oz didn’t mind that, as long as the pay was honest and good. He’d yet to actually find a band worth joining though, and was beginning to tire of wandering around broke and drinkless.
"Excuse me, child, but are you perhaps recruiting members for a new band?"
The booming voice glided over the bustling sounds of people like a grand horn, catching the ears of the raven haired drifter. The words “new band” were all that really sunk into his head before he was suddenly sliding his way through the crowds in the general direction of the voice. Soon enough, he spotted the source: a tall, armored man. He was presumably addressing the younger man in front of him, who was holding a wooden sign with the bands’ symbol carved into it.
“Well, that was simple.” Oz chirped with a widening grin, and strode towards the two with a faster pace. “If the big guys’ right, then sign me up too.” He spoke quickly and confidently, before the man holding the band sign had a chance to answer the armored fellow. He didn’t want to be rude and step on anyone’s toes, but if it came to competition, Oz wasn’t about to lose his chance to join a band to anyone.
“If I don’t get a drink in me soon, I might just die before ever finding myself a band to afford a drink with.” Osborn whined loudly to himself, followed by a groan as he yawned and stretched his back. He’d been sleeping just fine only a few hours earlier, curled up in a surprisingly quiet alleyway towards the center of town, but was woken up when the sounds of people and traffic began to pick up. Now he was in the heart of it all, weaving in and between people while they crowded around stalls and their keepers. He moved at a leisurely pace, keeping an ear out for any mention of the band system and possible work.
That was what he’d traveled so far in search of, after all: a band to join. He’d heard through rumors that the king was willing to pay its bands a pretty penny in exchange for following orders dished out by the state and its people. Basically, it was grunt work, but Oz didn’t mind that, as long as the pay was honest and good. He’d yet to actually find a band worth joining though, and was beginning to tire of wandering around broke and drinkless.
"Excuse me, child, but are you perhaps recruiting members for a new band?"
The booming voice glided over the bustling sounds of people like a grand horn, catching the ears of the raven haired drifter. The words “new band” were all that really sunk into his head before he was suddenly sliding his way through the crowds in the general direction of the voice. Soon enough, he spotted the source: a tall, armored man. He was presumably addressing the younger man in front of him, who was holding a wooden sign with the bands’ symbol carved into it.
“Well, that was simple.” Oz chirped with a widening grin, and strode towards the two with a faster pace. “If the big guys’ right, then sign me up too.” He spoke quickly and confidently, before the man holding the band sign had a chance to answer the armored fellow. He didn’t want to be rude and step on anyone’s toes, but if it came to competition, Oz wasn’t about to lose his chance to join a band to anyone.
Indeed, this should be fun. o v o/
@Shohmyoh
Thanks! Chopper's one of my favorite op characters.
and I'd be down to start now, ya.
@Phantomlink959
Haha yeah, I've always liked rogueish characters, and it looked like it'd match up well with both of your guys' characters.
Thanks! Chopper's one of my favorite op characters.
and I'd be down to start now, ya.
@Phantomlink959
Haha yeah, I've always liked rogueish characters, and it looked like it'd match up well with both of your guys' characters.
Name: Osborn or just "Oz"
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Homeland: Griffan
Specialty: Stealth, deceit, and killing.
Weakness: Using divinare and long-range combat (he can do very basic channeling but that's about it)
Appearance: Standing at an average height, Oz is a muscular but lithe man, lightly bearded, with a head of unruly black curls and very dark, sharp eyes. A crooked smirk is his default expression, and often the one he wears when around people. His skin, which is naturally a creamy tan, is littered with dozens of scars received from his many misadventures, the most notable being a short silvery nick that runs through his right eyebrow. He'll stick to wearing simple clothing that neither weights him down nor restricts his movements, but will favor darker colors and occasionally, light armor.
Weapon: Oz'll use anything he can get his hands on, really, even if it's a bloody chicken bone. He prefers bladed weapons though, and is most practiced with daggers and short swords. Currently carries a pair of short swords on his person.
Personality: Often coming off as light-hearted, cheery, and aloof, Oz is an observant man with a silver tongue and a shrewd personality. He likes money and fighting, and especially loves fighting for money. Offer the right price or reward and he would do nearly anything you ask. While his morals and manners might be lacking, he makes up for it by being honest, open minded and generally well tempered. Although loyalty lies in whoever pays better, he has a rule of always repaying his debts and never biting the hand that feeds him. His friendship is easy to achieve, but his respect and fondness are a bit harder to earn. That doesn't mean it'll be difficult to get along with him though, as he's a man of reason and doesn't often pick fights without a good one. He prefers to keep details of himself and his past private, and doesn't often give information away for free. If asked though, he'll probably spin you some lie that could either be believable or not, depending on who he's speaking to.
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Homeland: Griffan
Specialty: Stealth, deceit, and killing.
Weakness: Using divinare and long-range combat (he can do very basic channeling but that's about it)
Appearance: Standing at an average height, Oz is a muscular but lithe man, lightly bearded, with a head of unruly black curls and very dark, sharp eyes. A crooked smirk is his default expression, and often the one he wears when around people. His skin, which is naturally a creamy tan, is littered with dozens of scars received from his many misadventures, the most notable being a short silvery nick that runs through his right eyebrow. He'll stick to wearing simple clothing that neither weights him down nor restricts his movements, but will favor darker colors and occasionally, light armor.
Weapon: Oz'll use anything he can get his hands on, really, even if it's a bloody chicken bone. He prefers bladed weapons though, and is most practiced with daggers and short swords. Currently carries a pair of short swords on his person.
Personality: Often coming off as light-hearted, cheery, and aloof, Oz is an observant man with a silver tongue and a shrewd personality. He likes money and fighting, and especially loves fighting for money. Offer the right price or reward and he would do nearly anything you ask. While his morals and manners might be lacking, he makes up for it by being honest, open minded and generally well tempered. Although loyalty lies in whoever pays better, he has a rule of always repaying his debts and never biting the hand that feeds him. His friendship is easy to achieve, but his respect and fondness are a bit harder to earn. That doesn't mean it'll be difficult to get along with him though, as he's a man of reason and doesn't often pick fights without a good one. He prefers to keep details of himself and his past private, and doesn't often give information away for free. If asked though, he'll probably spin you some lie that could either be believable or not, depending on who he's speaking to.
I hope he fits into this world correctly.
Name: Osborn or just "Oz"
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Homeland: Griffan
Specialty: Stealth, deceit, and killing.
Weakness: Using divinare and long-range combat (he can do very basic channeling but that's about it)
Appearance: Standing at an average height, Oz is a muscular but lithe man, lightly bearded, with a head of unruly black curls and very dark, sharp eyes. A crooked smirk is his default expression, and often the one he wears when around people. His skin, which is naturally a creamy tan, is littered with dozens of scars received from his many misadventures, the most notable being a short silvery nick that runs through his right eyebrow. He'll stick to wearing simple clothing that neither weights him down nor restricts his movements, but will favor darker colors and occasionally, light armor.
Weapon: Oz'll use anything he can get his hands on, really, even if it's a bloody chicken bone. He prefers bladed weapons though, and is most practiced with daggers and short swords. Currently carries a pair of short swords on his person.
Personality: Often coming off as light-hearted, cheery, and aloof, Oz is an observant man with a silver tongue and a shrewd personality. He likes money and fighting, and especially loves fighting for money. Offer the right price or reward and he would do nearly anything you ask. While his morals and manners might be lacking, he makes up for it by being honest, open minded and generally well tempered. Although loyalty lies in whoever pays better, he has a rule of always repaying his debts and never biting the hand that feeds him. His friendship is easy to achieve, but his respect and fondness are a bit harder to earn. That doesn't mean it'll be difficult to get along with him though, as he's a man of reason and doesn't often pick fights without a good one. He prefers to keep details of himself and his past private, and doesn't often give information away for free. If asked though, he'll probably spin you some lie that could either be believable or not, depending on who he's speaking to.
Name: Osborn or just "Oz"
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Homeland: Griffan
Specialty: Stealth, deceit, and killing.
Weakness: Using divinare and long-range combat (he can do very basic channeling but that's about it)
Appearance: Standing at an average height, Oz is a muscular but lithe man, lightly bearded, with a head of unruly black curls and very dark, sharp eyes. A crooked smirk is his default expression, and often the one he wears when around people. His skin, which is naturally a creamy tan, is littered with dozens of scars received from his many misadventures, the most notable being a short silvery nick that runs through his right eyebrow. He'll stick to wearing simple clothing that neither weights him down nor restricts his movements, but will favor darker colors and occasionally, light armor.
Weapon: Oz'll use anything he can get his hands on, really, even if it's a bloody chicken bone. He prefers bladed weapons though, and is most practiced with daggers and short swords. Currently carries a pair of short swords on his person.
Personality: Often coming off as light-hearted, cheery, and aloof, Oz is an observant man with a silver tongue and a shrewd personality. He likes money and fighting, and especially loves fighting for money. Offer the right price or reward and he would do nearly anything you ask. While his morals and manners might be lacking, he makes up for it by being honest, open minded and generally well tempered. Although loyalty lies in whoever pays better, he has a rule of always repaying his debts and never biting the hand that feeds him. His friendship is easy to achieve, but his respect and fondness are a bit harder to earn. That doesn't mean it'll be difficult to get along with him though, as he's a man of reason and doesn't often pick fights without a good one. He prefers to keep details of himself and his past private, and doesn't often give information away for free. If asked though, he'll probably spin you some lie that could either be believable or not, depending on who he's speaking to.
Growing steadily tired as time goes on.
You should explore the joys of nappy then, my friend.
Also, just a heads up, but my replies might be a little slow. My health is shit and taking a bit of time to deal with. I'll try not to hold anyone up though.
Lars raised an eyebrow when Jules began a coughing fit, but otherwise stayed silent while she waited for him to clear his windpipe, supplying little more than a firm slap to the back and a little sympathy for her friend. It’d be embarrassing for a young wizard to die from choking on a sandwich, after all. The following pun didn’t help his case any, but it made her smile so she didn’t complain.
Introductions flew by quickly, courtesy to the youngest Tituba, and quickly flew into a fresh attempt at scaring the poor first year. She laughed a bit at the tall tail her friend supplied, and quickly fell into step behind him for the Café. Gar and Bel squawked noisily before opening their wings and tossing themselves into the air after the three. Gar landed silently onto Lars’ shoulder, and Bel onto Jules’, where he quickly began chirping into the boy’s ear. The older witch smirked a bit at her bird’s form of revenge, and then turned back to the strangely silent blonde. It felt a bit bad teasing such a frail looking girl, even if spooking first years was a normal occurrence during the first few weeks of school. She hadn’t said a word this whole time though. Maybe she really was scared? Lars frowned, and took a few steps closer to the girl.
“Don’t let him scare you with his troll hullaballoo. If any of it were true, he’d never have made it to his third year.” She taunted in a hushed voice, but purposefully loud enough for said third year boy to hear. She cast him a quick glance, and then turned back to smirk at the younger blonde and continue her reassurances. “This place is actually really chill, so you can relax a bit, ya know?” Lars chirped, hoping to get some sort of response from the girl.
Introductions flew by quickly, courtesy to the youngest Tituba, and quickly flew into a fresh attempt at scaring the poor first year. She laughed a bit at the tall tail her friend supplied, and quickly fell into step behind him for the Café. Gar and Bel squawked noisily before opening their wings and tossing themselves into the air after the three. Gar landed silently onto Lars’ shoulder, and Bel onto Jules’, where he quickly began chirping into the boy’s ear. The older witch smirked a bit at her bird’s form of revenge, and then turned back to the strangely silent blonde. It felt a bit bad teasing such a frail looking girl, even if spooking first years was a normal occurrence during the first few weeks of school. She hadn’t said a word this whole time though. Maybe she really was scared? Lars frowned, and took a few steps closer to the girl.
“Don’t let him scare you with his troll hullaballoo. If any of it were true, he’d never have made it to his third year.” She taunted in a hushed voice, but purposefully loud enough for said third year boy to hear. She cast him a quick glance, and then turned back to smirk at the younger blonde and continue her reassurances. “This place is actually really chill, so you can relax a bit, ya know?” Lars chirped, hoping to get some sort of response from the girl.
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