Gareth

Virtue and Sin - A Dungeon Punk RP

@Salvia Unfortunately some IRL stuff has come up, so I'm afraid I have to drop what few RPs I have going right now. I apologize if this is an inconvenience.

@Jett Ryu

@Jett RyuWell have a good one Jett Ryu, hope everything works well for you.

Would anyone want to do a collab in the near future?

Virtue and Sin - A Dungeon Punk RP

"If you would excuse me. You all are disturbing the peace of this comercial district so, I politely ask you to stop. Otherise, countermeasures will be taken."

The bandits heard a voice address them and turned in slight annoyance. "Who are you to be getting in the way of what we do?" One of them replied, as the others gave each other quick glances trying to gauge if this very tall, white haired man, was a threat. They weren't sure. Usually when confronting a group like them alone, the lone guy would be nervous or near cowering. But this guy.... He was confident, standing there as if he could make a move to attack whenever he was given provocation. The bandits waited for the guy's reply except for one of their number. The shortest and most hot tempered, a brute named "Terrs". He lost his temper at the drop of a hat and this was no exception. Already red faced by the guy's interruption, he drew his sword with two feet of steel and rushed the white haired man.

"You dumb snow haired fool, thin you kin'-" But at that point the rest of the bandits ran after him and grabbed him by the arms holding him back from striking.

The first bandit admonished him, "Does he look scared to ya?" Shaking his head at his fool friend he continued, "He could probably tear us all apart, just look at his eyes, something scary has been in there, like he's seen things..." the bandit shivered.

That first bandit who spoke to the white haired man spoke once again, "We'll leave if its all the same to you?"

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Jerad heard the crying sound get louder and louder. It grated on him that awful sounds of sorrow, and reminded him of the few funerals he'd been to. He had made a habit to stop attending funerals just because he couldn't stand to be in such a large group grieving with the atmosphere that they created in a room. It always seemed to be a pit of depression.

"So, you little bitch. Are you still gonna say 'no' to me? Your little friend is dead, and guess what? No one will ever know, I'll find a way to cover that up. So tell me now: Will you come with me, or would you rather join her fate?"

Jerad's eyes crossed as he heard what the man's voice said. What?? no... abduction? and murder... no I don't believe it...

Then he arrived and what he saw shook him to his core. His right hand was shaking with involuntary shivers as he noticed a man with fanciful clothes grin wickedly at a bound girl no more then fourteen if he was guessing right. She's covered in blood... what??? 'no, no, no....' he whispered to himself as he shook his head hoping it was fake. A scene that he was hallucinating? Right... Jerad pinched himself several times to make sure he was really there, really witnessing...

"Child tor-ture?" he asked the man with a voice that cracked into a higher pitch midway conveying his own sudden sorrow. He approached the man step by step getting more angry the closer he got to this disturbing man.

As he got face to face with him Jerad noticed a dead girl by his right leg... That did it... "You did kill her didn't you? A kid... A grown man like you?! You better get out of here!" Jerad raged at him as he drew his longsword and tensed his body ready to strike, depending on the bald devil's response.
@Salvia

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@Salvia got my post in

Virtue and Sin - A Dungeon Punk RP

Jerad was in a town not unlike many others except he had a feeling he had to be here. He actually felt fortunate. The sky was vibrant with hues of deep orange, pale yellow and light blue. It was as if the sun could not decide if it was going to set. It had to be an omen of good tidings. Which made Jerad smile in his light brown jacket, white woolen shirt, and thick brown workmans pants and boots. He also had his longsword strapped to his side in plain view. He just came back from a trip where he had built a wooden storage chest for an elderly fellow. It made him feel good to use practical skills. Then he blinked, as he remembered his entourage. A bunch of bearded men all shorter than him and double his age, all armed with swords and daggers themselves. What am I doing with these guys? I mean they don't mean me harm but I don't share their views... He wondered for the umpteenth time. Moving out of what was obviously a rather dusty alleyway between two, two story buildings they turned right. Onto what seemed was this town's 'main street' to see that there was a fountain with three tiers of miniature waterfalls pouring into the bottom basin with quite a few coins in it. His guy's eyes shone with greed as they spotted the coins lying at the bottom and Jerad shook his head with a frown, "No, do not take it. Those are people's hopes in that fountain." And so they moved on down the street. Moving past general stores, an inn or two as well as shops he couldn't tell what was sold there. That was because some of the picture's painted overhanging the front door of several businesses were faded. Then he heard a crying voice in the distance and he didn't hesitate to say "guy's go off on your own. I'll be back in a little bit."

With that he left his men there and disappeared from main street as he made a turn into an alleyway and then another alleyway, the crying sound getting ever nearer.

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"Well he's gone." said one of the bandits.

The rest of them laughed.

As the laughter died down, one of them had an idea, "Let's have a bit of fun while Jerad's gone we haven't had any action in a while."

Without a further ado he picked a rock from the street and tossed it through the nearest building window.

The other men caught onto the idea quickly and started picking more rocks and throwing them through more windows.

There were a couple screams of fright from inside the buildings but no more then that.

No one stopped them, so they continued tossing their rocks, laughing like it was all a joke.

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@Gareth ; @Jett Ryu ; @Wingwindz ; @Rune_Alchemist ; @Mistory ; @Hammerman ; @Vocab ; @SilverPaw

IC is finally up, go take a look whenever you can. Hopefully, the post is all right.

@Salvia

wow sick post.

I guess we all write intros now?

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Also I might have an issue. When the virtues of kindness and charity come in, I might be one of the three stooges.

Should I give more detail to my character's personality and appearance.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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I'm sensing a mix of badassery and niceness.

Could be half and half with this group

Let's Gush!

A gush thread? Well I'll give it a shot. Considering I've been on this guild for one year now but my years in roleplay go longer than this as I have roleplays here and on two other sites, I'll be honest and say I still do have my frustrations with roleplaying but I just hope things turn better for me in that department and on here as a whole.

@rebornfan320

Not alone dude. Everyone goes through that phase.

Hope it goes better for everybody, honestly.

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Everyone's got really cool characters. :)