Tally Dor

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

I can't post until Valor does. It is his introduction after all.

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

first day its been quiet here lol

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Big things are coming boys and girls. Be prepared!

[ dead prairie ]

Steven grumbled to himself as he wiped sweat from his brow. It was so early the sun had barely climbed over the horizon and yet him and a handful of other men had been forced to take yet another heavy oak pew from inside the church and were in the process of using it to stabilize and fortify a hole in the wall. It had been another sleepless night as the survivors huddled together in the church, with the constant pounding and raking of claws on the heavy door of the church. They endured and when morning began to brighten up the sky, they had went out the side entrance with a torch and chased the fallen human back out the hole it had gotten in through.

Steven hated his new status quo. He had been dreadfully sober for far longer then he liked. He just wanted something to take the edge off. Once the hole had been successfully blocked by the pew and reinforced with more wood, Steven told Father Martin he would take guard duty. The elderly minister nodded his head and readjusted his glasses as he slowly walked back to the church. Father Martin was the leader here at the church and he had done a good job in leading his flock as he called them. Steven climbed on top of a old Yukon Denali that had been driven up against the wall as a raised platform and sat on top of the roof looking out adjusting the metal bat across his lap. He was seeing some of the shapes moving about in the fog, but his eyes did not linger there as they drifted out towards Derby street or more specifically where his house was. He could not see it but he knew it was out there.

Steven licked his lips thinking about the half finished twelve pack that was surely still sitting on his kitchen table. He propped his elbow on the wall and leaned on his palm. Being sober was so boring and it made sleep so much harder. Least guard duty was usually pretty boring as the damned tended to for the most part fuck off to dark places. Only some would shamble about the streets and as long as he didn't make his presence known, they weren't smart enough to look up and see him.

[ dead prairie ]

Steven Lawhorn

Name

Steven Lawhorn

Age

48

Place of Residence

27 Derby street

Personality Traits

reclusive- Due to most people disliking drunk people and that alcohol smell that most can't stand. Steven has learned that whenever possible he prefers to be alone. If he is forced into a group situation he will usually not be the one to speak up in a group or to offer suggestions unless he is put on the spot.

Dislikes people- This stems from the years of childhood abuse and how in his experiences in Hvass alcoholics tend to just use other alcoholics. It will take awhile for him to warm up to almost anyone. Feels most people just want something.

Critical- Due to Steven being alone for most of his life, he has developed a critical mindset and If he is not the one doing something chances are he will feel its not done properly. It is a self coping trait that is abrasive and tends to push people away as Steven goes for his version of perfection to try and impress people.

Strong friend- Once you can get past his walls, he will be with you through thick or thin. Very few people have ever gotten to this stage in Steven's life. The one that comes to mind the quickest would be the minister that gave William a place to live and seemed to genuinely care about him. Despite his failures and shortcomings as the groundkeeper of the church, he was often disappointed in himself for failing to do better.

Knows he needs to do better socially- He considers himself a work in progress. He does not want to be like his father and claims he's there because he is not abusive. Often struggles with guilt at being unable to put the bottle down, but it is one of the few places he finds comfort in. At the bottom of the bottle. It's gotten worse due to the fog and its monsters.

Background

Steven lawhorn is a native of Hvass. He never knew his mother because she died giving birth to him and he was left with his alcoholic father Benjamin who was often prone to fits of rage. Whether it was due to sadness at his wife dying or struggling financially, once Steven hit 18 he left his home and drifted from place to place within Hvass doing odd jobs until he happened upon the goodwill of the minister of the Lutheran church who put him up in a small trailer on Derby street as long as he promised to keep up the grounds of his church.

It is actually for this reason that Steven survived the fog. Instead of being outside passed out drunk in his yard, he was within the maintenance shed at the church hiding with the bay door shudder down passed out on a lawnmower drunk. Steven knows he needs to do better and be a better person but old habits die hard and years of abuse and drinking have left him distrusting of most people. He is something of a handyman though as he had to find a way to supply his addiction.

Honestly he's still not fully sure of what's going because he always tries to have a bottle in his hands. Claims he's a functioning drunk. He has done his best to remain on the outskirts of the people he's near but he is helpful when needed and asked things of.

Other Info

Anything else worth mentioning.

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Went back and edited the notes. (Minor updates to fit the IC, and changes to one section. Because I think the 'list' function works better when it will inevitably be added to. Opposed to 'What's Happening Now?' Where it may change from scene to scene.)

@Dark Cloud (I know I rolled snake eyes in Speech. :P) But I only wanted to make sure everyone knew why I was made into a CO-GM. To keep notes and IC updates. So it wouldn't cause trouble. And I think it'll be much easier in the future, if that title was given.

But I'm also okay with just @'ing you for future changes? Or posting them infrequently to the OOC like a timed event? I'll leave that up to you.

@SleepingSilence

Is your note going to be put somewhere thats easy for us to look at?

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

We've had 9 posts in the IC today. I'm all about that life.

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<Snipped quote by Tally Dor>

Do whatever you wish as long as Ginto doesn't pull a goblin army out of god-knows-where.

@Dark Cloud

Ginto is barely old enough to fight let alone command an army.

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I don't know if I need to make a character sheet for Ginto or just keep her as an NPC. Lol What do yall think?

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

"Stop broking webs! Then I helps! Scri'erk helps Survivors. No eat!"

Zarroy instinctively felt one of his hands twitch towards the webbing, much like a naughty child being told not to touch something in the toy aisle. Yet the golem calmed himself as he remembered his task. Isatar had painstakingly took way more time then necessary to try and ingrain the importance of survivors into his mana addled brain. Zarroy still standing tall despite Scri'erk more or less spraying more webbing onto his beautiful disaster nodded his head.

"I will be more careful. Sometimes your webs cover the entire walk way and I have no choice..."

Zarroy looked downward pouting like a small child who was trying to explain his point. It was during this conversation that Ginto cautiously gave Scri'erk a wide berth as she got to Zarroy as quickly as her small goblin legs could take her and leaped onto Zarroy's ankle and started to halfway climb and crawl up the golems rocky leg. Zarroy noticing her ascending his leg reached down and grabbed her between his thumb and index finger and set her on his shoulder.

Ginto brushed off her animal skin skirt and let out a relaxed sigh figuring herself out of reach of Scri'erk. "If you two have made peace can I suggest we get going?" The little goblin looked sadly at the Slumbering Lantern. "Nothing is alive here anymore and we need to keep looking." Zarroy pointed towards a path they had not been yet.

"I don't know that way...Check maybe?"

[intercting with @Birdboy]