So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case?
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes: Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it. End of Notes
That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
Gear/inventory: A hunting rifle A combat knife Five bottles of scotch A thick overcoat with leather armour beneath it he often wears Camping equipment Old Compatriot: an Airedale Terrier Lewellyn met a year ago Five traps of varying type and quality
History: Elias was born to a large family of hunters somewhere in the heart of America, him, two pre-war ghoul ancestors, his parents and grandparents as well as one brother. Lewellyn's birth coincided with his father's return, dragging in a dead deathclaw matriarch, one of the Powell family's best outings for around thirty years. Lewellyn's grandfather saw this as a good omen, making it his responsibility to teach the boy the family trade. For eleven years the old man taught the talented boy every nuance of hunting and cooking the Powell family knew.
When the boy was 17 he and his family fought against a horde-like mass of super mutants, out of the terrible conflict the young man was the only survivor. Since then he's made a name for himself as both a terminal tackler and a talented hunter, publicly showing his hatred of super mutants at the same time. After travelling around the eastern half of America for thirty seven years the Commonwealth Carver has made one constant companion, a mutated Airedale Terrier he calls the Old Compatriot, or Ol'Com, a dog he just found had been following the hunter for a week, finally deciding to keep the almost adorable thing around:
Elias was told of Florida about five months after Ol'Com, and of the mutants that lived in it... It sounded like the perfect place to both hunt and conduct two new hobbies; Treasure Taking and Scavenging, which oddly enough isn't too difficult when a hunting rifle makes a reasonable substitute for a bobby pin in emergencies... or a bomb if it's a serious emergency.
Well they do see ghouls as the unfaithful, the nonbelievers who suffered Atom's Wrath for not accepting his glow. Maybe super mutants are the Children of Atom's version of Devils.
Oh certainly, an old man and an even older super mutant arguing over who has the best explosives, over how superior or inferior super mutants are, probably even over which mutated traveller is better, Ol'Com or Joshua, maybe even over how good a hunting rifle is compared to a rocket launcher that gives the Railroad ideas.
Gear/inventory: A hunting rifle A combat knife Five bottles of scotch A thick overcoat with leather armour beneath it he often wears Camping equipment Old Compatriot: an Airedale Terrier Lewellyn met a year ago Five traps of varying type and quality
History: Elias was born to a large family of hunters somewhere in the heart of America, him, two pre-war ghoul ancestors, his parents and grandparents as well as one brother. Lewellyn's birth coincided with his father's return, dragging in a dead deathclaw matriarch, one of the Powell family's best outings for around thirty years. Lewellyn's grandfather saw this as a good omen, making it his responsibility to teach the boy the family trade. For eleven years the old man taught the talented boy every nuance of hunting and cooking the Powell family knew.
When the boy was 17 he and his family fought against a horde-like mass of super mutants, out of the terrible conflict the young man was the only survivor. Since then he's made a name for himself as both a terminal tackler and a talented hunter, publicly showing his hatred of super mutants at the same time. After travelling around the eastern half of America for thirty three years the Commonwealth Carver has made one constant companion, a mutated Airedale Terrier he calls the Old Compatriot, or Ol'Com, a dog he just found had been following the hunter for a week, finally deciding to keep the almost adorable thing around:
Elias was told of Florida about five months after Ol'Com, and of the mutants that lived in it... It sounded like the perfect place to both hunt and conduct two new hobbies; Treasure Taking and Scavenging, which oddly enough isn't too difficult when a hunting rifle makes a reasonable substitute for a bobby pin in emergencies... or a bomb if it's a serious emergency.
So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case?
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes:
Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
End of Notes
That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case? <br><br>Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.<br><br>Notes:<br>Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.<br><br>I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.<br><br>I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.<br><br>During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most. <br><br>I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.<br>End of Notes<br><br>That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.</div>