POOHEAD189

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

Are more players allowed, good sir @Hellis

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

Heading over to the Tavern Markus had felt more and more comfortable, but actually being there...he was now in his element. Trappers, Hunters, Miners, and of course, other Mercenaries filled the room as the tune continued to play. He sat down across from her, leaning forward a tad with his left forearm now resting on the soft wood of the table, and his right elbow set upon it, his drink in his right hand. He took a sip in unison with Valerie, letting the ale wash down his throat and warm his belly.

"It's how this place is..." he replied to her with a shrug, a smile on his face that bespoke Camradery. He was very amused at how unsure she was, but not in a malicious fashion. It was just as refreshing as he had thought on the road. "Everybody's a mess." He was also somewhat amused that this girl thought she looked less than presentable at a place like this. Well...she wouldn't be invited to any balls anytime soon, but only for her garb, and in Markus' view that was a good thing. "Besides..."

He lifted the fringe of his thick hair to reveal the jagged cut he had received earlier on the road. He gave her a wink to show that he wasn't in any pain from the cleaned wound. Or, nothing I haven't felt before at least. He let his hair fall down once more, though it was still slightly visible within the parting of his bangs.

He took another long sip, and watched her loosen her hair up for the merest second. He still wasn't sure if this was or was not a date, but either way, the sight of her fixing her hair...he had to hide a smile. "So, you said you've some noble blood? I wouldn't have guessed, actually, but I mean that in the best way possible." He gave a grin and a youthful laugh from deep within his throat, unable to keep himself from smiling at the ending of her statement. His dark eyes gazed downwards at his drink, and while he still held the smile for a few more moments, he had sobered up quickly enough at the question.

"Believe me, I take that as a big compliment." he told her, and lost himself in thought. He leaned back on his chair, resting a bit as he simply gazed into the crowd for a few moments, before his dark eyes fell on Valerie again. "I'm actually a...bastard. My father was the Lord's brother, and my mother was not his wife. But, he only had me and my half brother, so I was raised as one of his own." he explained, and took another sip. While he spoke to her matter of factly, the open warmth in his eyes showed that he was more confiding in someone he felt he not uncomfortable talking with about himself. "My last name is Flintbrook. My father's last name is Flint, but bastards in Eilen add a brook on the back of their name. I was his son but I could never be more than a Bastard because of my mother but...I grew up more or less as nobility, until a lot of..." he sighed. "-a lot of shit happened. So I left on my own accord. Honestly, it never did matter who my mother was. I was never suited for banquets." He smiled next as if he remembered a particular memory. "They'd make me learn etiquette and manners, whom to speak to and who not to. Y'know." He shrugged.

Silence followed, and he gazed inwardly and opened his mouth to say more, then he hesitated. "...I like this life a lot more." he stated simply. He let out a breath. "I earn things. I...make something of myself by my own skills. I don't need a title to do it, and I don't have a birthright, or lack thereof either. It's who I am, so..."
@Luminosity

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@IcePezzaccepted

40K: Warlords

I should be posting my Black Templars tonight

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'are you serious' with the light flirtation, though the glint in his eyes showed he wasn't completely immune to her voluptuous charms or feminine wiles. Still, he was taken aback enough not to interrupt her as she spoke, and he even allowed her to turn away.

That is, until he grabbed one of the exquisite swords set upon the rack. The point of it nearly rested at her back, letting out a 'shing' as he drew it to grab her attention. He held himself in a practiced pose. @AngelBites15

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@AssallyaExcellent character. The only thing that might need to be noted is that her small portable home would need to be guarded while she is off doing various things, or even while she is perhaps seducing a high lord or some such person. Either way, she is accepted.

Gods: A Deity Roleplay (High Casual, Low Advanced) No longer accepting. Moving to OOC Mode

Are you no longer accepting?

40K: Warlords

@LauderBLOOD BROTHER

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

His visage reddened slightly at the 'interesting' comment. He almost huffed, and shook his head once. "I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." he said, his tone fairly menacing. Will's eyes bored into her, and he was already making his plans of fighting this wench as soon as he could. @AngelBites15

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Did someone die?