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What's poppin bitch bois, welcome to the fun-zone.

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In GODSPEED 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Allright, here's my second character!!



@Majoras End
But then how are we gonna send each other memes and just be a bunch of jackasses? If Echo joins up we're definitely gonna need somewhere to meme and preform general jackassery

Just Monika
Awesome! Oh btw, do we have a discord set up yet?
@Vocab
I'll take that as a sign of approval then? :)
Definitely not bandwagoning off the dialogue style character sheets

Here's my ring to toss, let me know if there's any changes or anything that you guys would like made! I'm more than happy to work with you guys if you see anything you don't like!

The Librarian and Randall Harwin

Roads leading South from Stein Estates



“Love me love me... Need me need me...” Harry Murmured to himself as he fidgeted with his handgun, singing along to the sounds playing softly over the radio of the jet-black SUV he was sitting in the back seat of.

“The Chief got filled in, right Vel?”

“About the Incident at Rebecca’s Bar, or your intent to act as Harwin’s Lawyer?” Came the woman’s voice from the front seat, Vel. Harry’s Second in command/personal driver and secretary. He had found her, like most of his staff, in quite unpleasant situations, which he had pulled her out of with his connections and resources

“The Harwin one.” He responded absentmindedly, leaning his forehead against the mirror as he looked out into the trees.

“Yes, the Chief has been made aware you will be involving yourself in this situation, much to his disagreement.”

“Good, I’d hate to surprise him.” He said with a wicked grin, before rolling down the window and sticking his head out of it to enjoy the breeze.



GPD, Harwin’s Interrogation Room


The door swings open widely to Harold’s Interrogation cell, and Stein strolls in, his wide brown eyes sharper than razors as he sizes up the young man sitting before him. As the door closes, a strange filter of dark-purple seems to layer over everything in the room, and a tattoo on Stein’s wrist begins to glow ever so slightly. Now, if someone were to eavesdrop they would hear nothing, and the audio and visual recordings of the room would become far too warped to view.

“Remember me?” Stein asked with a wide grin as he, rather than sitting on the chair in front of the table Randall, Stood and squated upon the table itself.
”We should talk.”

Randall grinned at the man before him. “oh, goodie, the Librarian!” he cheered, taking the ominous setting in stride. “I did hope to meet you some day, but I was saving all you magic wielders for last, since it’s so hard to find ways to kill you nowadays, you know? I bet you had something to do with that,” he laced his fingers and rested his chin upon them, smiling up at the bald man.

’He’s fucking perfect.’ Stein thought to himself as he pulled his handgun from it’s holster, and set it on the table within reach. He then placed an empty magazine on the table as well, and produced ten rounds from his coat pocket and set them on the table. Each one was made from differently colored metals, and they made quite the attractive arrangement.

”Germanium, Gold, Cobalt, Tin, Lead, Iron, Titanium, Zinc, Nickel, and Osmium.” He detailed in a bored tone, as if it should be obvious which bullet was what metal. ”One of them can kill me. Pick it, and I’ll let you kill me. Don’t, and I’ll become your lawyer. When you’re declared innocent you’ll come work for me. Understood?”

Randall found himself pouting at the man. “I just told you I don’t know what kills magic wielders, I haven't studied your type yet,” he admitted before leaning down to rest his chin on the metal table and stare straight and unblinking at each bullet. He began humming as he looked at each one before slowly knocking down the tin, lead, iron, and nickel.

“I've heard of all these so I'm doubtful anything so common would kill one of you,” he explained. “I know titanium is really strong, gold is kind of soft if I remember right...I'm pretty sure humans need zinc and like every magic wielder left alive started out human from what I've heard,” he knocked down the gold and zinc, but left the titanium up.

He looked at the four he'd left standing. He only really knew about titanium, he thought cobalt was just a shade of blue, and the other two had him stumped. He slowly knocked the titanium one over with a look of intense concentration. Two more to go. Germanium, cobalt, and osmium were left standing. Then, he realized that if he shot the man here then he’d be stuck in jail for even longer, but if he let the man become his lawyer…

He suddenly sat up and blinked innocently at the man before knocking all the bullets on their side like a sick chest match.

“I don't know if any of these kill you,” he said truthfully, the manic smile spreading across his face. “but if I work for you, I can learn, right?”

Harry let out a cackle, a loud, harsh sound that would have rung throughout the GPD had it not been for his spell. Climbing down from the table, his cackling subsided as he circled round Randall and stood behind him, resting his hands on his shoulders. Then, he leaned down and whispered gleefully into the young man’s ear.

“No.”

With that, a simple blade slid down from under the wrist of his jacket, and he plunged it deep into the spine of Randall as his cackle returned, louder than ever. He kept laughing, like a mad man, as he spun the blade around Randall’s throat. Then, with a tug of the man’s hair, he separated his head from his shoulders and placed it neatly on the table. Then, whistling an upbeat tune Harold left the station, wondering which lucky soul would discover his gift.
The Librarian




"Fucking Millennials." Harry groaned, standing up from the bar stool and taking a few steps forward towards the hunter, retrieving his knife from his waist as he did so. However, rather than make any move of aggression towards the woman, he simply stepped past her and used the blade to make an incision on his hand. After re-sheathing the blade he yawned a bit and began to draw surprisingly intricate designs on the doorway that well read mages would notice to be a triggered curse. He murmured a few words under his breath in a language no present company would recognize. Then, he took a step back and admired his handiwork; a light shimmering of a barrier could be seen envelope the building. With a wide smile, he turned back to the Huntress and the rest of the creatures in the bar.

"There, now everyone here has a mirror curse placed upon them. If anyone dies, we all die." He said cheerfully with a smile that suggested this was an obvious solution to the problem at hand. "Excluding me of course, I won't die." He explained gleefully.

"Now!" He exclaimed with a clap, talking a few slow, graceful steps towards the Huntress and begin to slowly walk circles around her.

"The rules have remained the same for nearly three centuries now." He said slowly, in his lightly accented drawl. "If a hunter wishes to visit, hunt, or in any way maintain physical form within Grayvette, they are required to come straight to the Stein Estate and inform the active Librarian of their presence and intentions." He paused, than walked to the bar, and hopped onto to the counter to crouch, and point simultaneously at both of the hunters.

"But I'm sure you guys are exceptional cases right? Or perhaps you were lost on your way to my Estate?" He offered, switching his focus from the woman to the man, and back.

"Because otherwise, I'd have to believe that you are knowingly violating the Stein-Hunter Neutrality Accords, thereby making you a hostile element to my Library. It would also mean that no hunter would be allowed to make a move to save you, nor attempt to avenge you after your untimely deaths." He paused for a minute, allowing what he said to sink in. Maybe it'd shake a memory in one of them, after all, most hunters knew about the Librarian of Grayvette, and just how happy he was to help their causes.

"But lucky for you, we're in my favorite bar, and the bartender isn't fond of my violent streak. So, out of respect for Rebecca, I will let you announce yourself to me here! Unless of course, you intend to violate the accords, in which case no bartender could save you." He continued, smiling wildly at the both of them.

"Simply give me your name and inform me of what creature you're intending to hunt, and I'll be happy to provide you with any assistance you may need, unless they are creatures being protected by the Stein Family of course." He finished, awaiting a response.


Harry's eyes narrowed on the girl that had taken a seat directly next to him, in-between himself and the detective. Immediately, Harry was aware that she wasn't a human, but that wasn't enough to pinpoint what she was or if she was a threat. However, old habits die hard and as she spoke he began to subtly reach towards his chest-holster; until she grew even paler (somehow) and left towards the restroom without a word. He turned his focus back to the detective, who seemed to have the same idea as the girl and bee-lined for the John. Naturally, this Irked Harry a bit, and it showed as he crossed his arms; however his pouting was soon interrupted by a girl, nearly identical to the one before, coming through the front door and demanding answers.

Ah. Changling with a Hunter for a 'twin.' That's a new one.

"Huuunnteeer." Stein called out in a playful singsong tone, removing a necklace from his jacket pocket. The necklace's centerpiece appeared to be an ancient leather pouch, which hung near his chest. Then, he turned himself around completely, leaning back against the bar and 'accidentally' revealing his chest-holster.

"I hope you're lost, most hunters know not to sneak around in the Stein Library's Backyard." He stated casually with a wild smile, his raspy voice ringing throughout the bar. "Wouldn't want to be caught by the Librarian, I've heard he's a little... out there." Stein continued, chuckling a bit at the last two words, then quieting himself to give her a chance to respond. 'Oh, the Detectives back.'
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