@Blubaron45 Unfortunately, I will not have the time to join. But that is regrettable because it looks great. Good luck, sir!
I too must sadly report the same thing. Good luck though guys!
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I too must sadly report the same thing. Good luck though guys!
Loved the new post @Shard
I feel like at a glance Growler is the meanest looking monster of the group but is actually like, the least scary of the bunch. Atleast with people glamoured up as they are now. 
Im still here dont leve with out me lol. My hours got changed to graveyard (0000 hrs to 0800 hrs) recently and it messed me up
Sorry to hear that man, I've been there. Sucks gettin off work and basically nothing is open
@Loki Odinson Yeah I saw that but also couldnt tell if they'd gotten to go out in the field yet. Just wonderin!
Wow. All these long, high quality IC posts kinda' make mine look like garbage in comparison. XP
I thought your post was really well written, gave a good feel for you character with just the bit you wrote and avoided aton of unnecessary text. Nothin to be ashamed about!By far the largest figure in sight the eight and a half foot tall behemoth known as Growler shuffled and fidgeted in place while the toes of his barefeet quietly drummed against the floor of the plain chapel. At the moment Growler was less concerned about the gun toting Knights that covered him and his freakish peers every angle and instead was more focused on fighting (and losing against) his natural urge to noisily breathe through his seemingly ever flaring nostrils. Despite his wild mannerisms the few pieces of clothing he did wear were surprisingly well taken care of and, what some might consider more amazing, he actually gave off the somewhat pleasant scent of pine and fresh soil.
It was hard to gauge the somewhat human features on his face as Growler went about half listening to what was effectively his new jailer; his beady black eyes drawn yet again to one of the only windows in the small worship area. To small to actually fit a man through and clearly added for aesthetics the small rounded porthole like window depicted in stain glass an image of Christ surrounded by twelve swords; Growler himself though had no interest in the beauty of the craftsmanship nor the religious figures represented but instead was far more focused on the brown clump of sticks and twigs just on the outer side. Craneing his neck to and fro in an attempted casual manner that came off as anything but he did his best to catch the briefest glimpse of a birds silhouette.
Quickly Growlers focus was pulled back to Senior Mundenburg at the mention of gifts, his eyes greedily following the comically small potted plant now being handed to him with a sneer from the Knight made gift giver. Despite the dollar store quality of what turned out to be a small potted cactus Growler clung the pot against his exposed brown furry chest in what was clearly a display of shear joy. Holding his new leafy roomate as if it was a delicate newborn he showed his boulder like muscles could be controlled to such an extent that even a cheap clay pot was safe in his arms.
The slit that was his mouth curled into the biggest smile it could muster which honestly amounted to little more than more of his intimidating teeth being shown. With a few quick snorts of excitement he picked up where the Arachne left off, his voice somewhat hard to understand as each word seemed to Cary an underlying grunt with infrequent pauses mixed in to only complicate matters-truth be told though for a giant humanoid creature raised apart from any form of human society his English was pretty good.
"I to Th-ank you. Like much. Sen-ior Gua-we is still well, I h-ope?" Despite the years of being despised and openly mocked by the man known as Senior Guawe Growler was now asking about him in a way that was genuinely curious and made it obvious to anyone that could read body language he was asking out of real concern.
It was hard to gauge the somewhat human features on his face as Growler went about half listening to what was effectively his new jailer; his beady black eyes drawn yet again to one of the only windows in the small worship area. To small to actually fit a man through and clearly added for aesthetics the small rounded porthole like window depicted in stain glass an image of Christ surrounded by twelve swords; Growler himself though had no interest in the beauty of the craftsmanship nor the religious figures represented but instead was far more focused on the brown clump of sticks and twigs just on the outer side. Craneing his neck to and fro in an attempted casual manner that came off as anything but he did his best to catch the briefest glimpse of a birds silhouette.
Quickly Growlers focus was pulled back to Senior Mundenburg at the mention of gifts, his eyes greedily following the comically small potted plant now being handed to him with a sneer from the Knight made gift giver. Despite the dollar store quality of what turned out to be a small potted cactus Growler clung the pot against his exposed brown furry chest in what was clearly a display of shear joy. Holding his new leafy roomate as if it was a delicate newborn he showed his boulder like muscles could be controlled to such an extent that even a cheap clay pot was safe in his arms.
The slit that was his mouth curled into the biggest smile it could muster which honestly amounted to little more than more of his intimidating teeth being shown. With a few quick snorts of excitement he picked up where the Arachne left off, his voice somewhat hard to understand as each word seemed to Cary an underlying grunt with infrequent pauses mixed in to only complicate matters-truth be told though for a giant humanoid creature raised apart from any form of human society his English was pretty good.
"I to Th-ank you. Like much. Sen-ior Gua-we is still well, I h-ope?" Despite the years of being despised and openly mocked by the man known as Senior Guawe Growler was now asking about him in a way that was genuinely curious and made it obvious to anyone that could read body language he was asking out of real concern.
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Keeping in mind that I need to fully reread everyone's sheets, who all is roleplaying from the angle of being a "new recruit" so to speak, as in they haven't really gone on any missions yet? I know Shard was talking about a relationship chart earlier and I myself was wondering about that-I was intending for Growler to have been in the Judas Unit for about 8 years at this point (If my math is right off the topa my head)
All that being said does anyone want to have any preconceived feelings/relationship with Growler?
Keeping in mind that I need to fully reread everyone's sheets, who all is roleplaying from the angle of being a "new recruit" so to speak, as in they haven't really gone on any missions yet? I know Shard was talking about a relationship chart earlier and I myself was wondering about that-I was intending for Growler to have been in the Judas Unit for about 8 years at this point (If my math is right off the topa my head)
All that being said does anyone want to have any preconceived feelings/relationship with Growler?
Just got home guys, gonna read the new posts and work on getting my an up!
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Remind me not to talk to fae...
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Love the posts guys-I will have something up as soon as I get home from work tonight. If things start movein without me my post will basically focus on Growler getting all excited about his gift and saying thank you.
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