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Name: Jack Whittle
Age: 31
Occupation: Traveling bard and storyteller
Summary: The locals only really know him as "That damn bard that never shuts up." when hes not strumming his lute and watching his tavern mates grit in pain as they cover their ears, hes usually trying to woo the barmaids with stories of his adventures when he was but a young lil lass. There usually so outlandish and over exhaggerated that people take what he says with a grain of salt.
Status: Drunk
Name: Roman Connors
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Occupation: scholar/part time map maker
Gear:
-Various books (mostly adventure novels)
-maps of the forest and nearby areas. (He made himself)
-Basic camping gear (bedroll, leather straps, flint,steel, tin cup and bowl etc.)
-Ink, quill and parchments in an oiled leather satchel
-Iron dagger and walking stick
Status: sarcastic
Jacks eyes grew wide with excitement at the thought of this young lass by his side deep down in the caves covered in riches. Her arms draping over his neck as they both sat on matching thrones wearing bright red and purple furs. Strumming a few soft chords as he swiftly moved by Jasmines side. "I believe i have never seen your pretty lil face in these here establishings miss? Id have no doubt rememberin that wild red mane o yours, Almost fraid o burnin meself."
Roman watched and sighed at the poor sight. He could obviously see the bard flexing everything but his brain at the poor young lass. Peering up out of his book to look at the fiery haired figure he couldnt help but give a bit of a greeting smile instantly followed by a quick observation. "Names Roman Connors, the monkey on your shoulder is The infamous Jack Whittle." Roman stated, pushing a book over to the young lady titled. "Fairytale creatures of old lore" Roman smiled and flipped it open to chapter 3.
"Plenty of legends of some nasty stuff living deep down in caves. witches, fairies, dwarfish folk and even dragons." Roman emphasized the dragon excerpt. Giving a raised eyebrow towards the redhead. "Of course these are fairytales but it still proves that these caves are pretty dangerous, otherwise they wouldnt use them as a basis for a story. Are you sure your up for it?" Roman asked.
"Well o course shes up for it!" Jack bellowed wrapping a flexed arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "Shes a stout lil lass, just one look at those perty eyes and fiery hair and those damn dragons 'ill go runnin off like...like..."
"Cat got your tongue Bard?" Roman said sarcastically.
"Err no just my throats a little parched is all-yea i need a lil mead to wet me whissle- HEY BARMAID! Nother round for me new friends ere!" Jack always had something to say but everytime he took a glance at this girl his words choked up in his throat. It wasnt like him.
Roman watched onward as the bard covered his mishaps and ordered drinks for the table. Not usually the drinker, but he wasnt about to turn down some free mead. "Better call the others you were sittin with to join the party... Since the bard is paying and all." Roman smirked.
Roman watched and sighed at the poor sight. He could obviously see the bard flexing everything but his brain at the poor young lass. Peering up out of his book to look at the fiery haired figure he couldnt help but give a bit of a greeting smile instantly followed by a quick observation. "Names Roman Connors, the monkey on your shoulder is The infamous Jack Whittle." Roman stated, pushing a book over to the young lady titled. "Fairytale creatures of old lore" Roman smiled and flipped it open to chapter 3.
"Plenty of legends of some nasty stuff living deep down in caves. witches, fairies, dwarfish folk and even dragons." Roman emphasized the dragon excerpt. Giving a raised eyebrow towards the redhead. "Of course these are fairytales but it still proves that these caves are pretty dangerous, otherwise they wouldnt use them as a basis for a story. Are you sure your up for it?" Roman asked.
"Well o course shes up for it!" Jack bellowed wrapping a flexed arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "Shes a stout lil lass, just one look at those perty eyes and fiery hair and those damn dragons 'ill go runnin off like...like..."
"Cat got your tongue Bard?" Roman said sarcastically.
"Err no just my throats a little parched is all-yea i need a lil mead to wet me whissle- HEY BARMAID! Nother round for me new friends ere!" Jack always had something to say but everytime he took a glance at this girl his words choked up in his throat. It wasnt like him.
Roman watched onward as the bard covered his mishaps and ordered drinks for the table. Not usually the drinker, but he wasnt about to turn down some free mead. "Better call the others you were sittin with to join the party... Since the bard is paying and all." Roman smirked.
Id reply but i just posted, rather not post before the GM :)
If its okay with the GM id like to just put my cs' in the character section just for quick referrals and maybe a status bar for eact so people dont get confused. That kool?
Roman winced a little at the old man as he crept closer to his place at the table. Judging from the smell he was pretty sure the old man tried to jump in the river himself before he told everyone else. Taking a sip of his water he couldnt hide his underlying excitement no matter how hard he tried, yet kept his composure so the old geezer didnt think his toothless grin won him over. Giving off a long sigh... "Well... Somebody is gonna get lost in those caverns sooner or later, might as well keep you guys from making those caves your new home." Roman gave a grin and a nod of agreement as he passed over a slice of pork over to the old man. "On one condition, not saying we will-cause we most likely wont... But if we do find treasure, lets use a portion of it to fix up this town. Place could use a bit more books and some educated folk to learn from in these parts." Roman looked the man dead in the eye, his snobbish attitude dissapeared and was overlayed with an adventerious smile. "No sense becoming rich nobles in a town full of neanderthalls." He joked.
"HEY WHO YOU CALLIN A NEE-ENDERWHOOSIT?" a gruffy overextended voice echoed behind Roman as an all too familiar bard stuck his callused and overly muscular hand on his shoulder, practically crushing his collar bone. "Nothin' wrong wit bein a lil thick under the skull!" Jack took a knuckle and wrapped against his own head. His wild and wavy hair shuddered as the echo was a bit eerie. "Ive see plenty ol' souls get through some hard times with nothin but yer instink! Even had a close call myself once..." Jack bellowed.
"Here we go-" Roman muttered.
"I could tell yer a time when i was out travlin east o here wit nuthin but me lute and the furs on my back. An outta the damn bushes came an OGRE!"
"You mean a deer..."
Jack strummed a low note on his lute to emphasize the size of the beast. "Big hairy ol fella with teeth the size o my big toe. He came gallopin after me for no damn reason! All i was doin was strummin me lute."
"So there WAS a reason-"
"Quiet i aint dunn yet. So as i was sayin he came clammerin after me, man i turned heel and ran faster that a noble during tax season but that drooling beast just kept gainin on me!" slamming a fist down near Romans cup and nearly tipped it over from his heavy hand. "I had no choice but to think quick off my feet."
"You mean on your feet-"
"Whaa? No i was off my feet, damn thing tackled me to the ground! Only thing between me and that beast was my trusty lute Bella!"
"You named your lute..."
"Hush, so this beast was swipin at me arse and just so happened to strum Bella. That beast winced and thats when i knew i had em!" Jack took his lute and started strumming riffs that echoed through the whole tavern. "That big ol ogre was afraid of me Bella! So i strummed and strummed playing like my life depended on it! That fat ol bitch took off holdin the sides of his head like a harpy scremed her lungs out."
Roman grinned and poked the old geezer with his elbow. "Prolly the only story i actually believe." He chuckled.
"HEY WHO YOU CALLIN A NEE-ENDERWHOOSIT?" a gruffy overextended voice echoed behind Roman as an all too familiar bard stuck his callused and overly muscular hand on his shoulder, practically crushing his collar bone. "Nothin' wrong wit bein a lil thick under the skull!" Jack took a knuckle and wrapped against his own head. His wild and wavy hair shuddered as the echo was a bit eerie. "Ive see plenty ol' souls get through some hard times with nothin but yer instink! Even had a close call myself once..." Jack bellowed.
"Here we go-" Roman muttered.
"I could tell yer a time when i was out travlin east o here wit nuthin but me lute and the furs on my back. An outta the damn bushes came an OGRE!"
"You mean a deer..."
Jack strummed a low note on his lute to emphasize the size of the beast. "Big hairy ol fella with teeth the size o my big toe. He came gallopin after me for no damn reason! All i was doin was strummin me lute."
"So there WAS a reason-"
"Quiet i aint dunn yet. So as i was sayin he came clammerin after me, man i turned heel and ran faster that a noble during tax season but that drooling beast just kept gainin on me!" slamming a fist down near Romans cup and nearly tipped it over from his heavy hand. "I had no choice but to think quick off my feet."
"You mean on your feet-"
"Whaa? No i was off my feet, damn thing tackled me to the ground! Only thing between me and that beast was my trusty lute Bella!"
"You named your lute..."
"Hush, so this beast was swipin at me arse and just so happened to strum Bella. That beast winced and thats when i knew i had em!" Jack took his lute and started strumming riffs that echoed through the whole tavern. "That big ol ogre was afraid of me Bella! So i strummed and strummed playing like my life depended on it! That fat ol bitch took off holdin the sides of his head like a harpy scremed her lungs out."
Roman grinned and poked the old geezer with his elbow. "Prolly the only story i actually believe." He chuckled.
Well since i see people making multiple characters, i hope you dont mind if i throw another in the mix:
Name: Jack Whittle
Age: 31
Occupation: Traveling bard and storyteller
Summary: The locals only really know him as "That damn bard that never shuts up." when hes not strumming his lute and watching his tavern mates grit in pain as they cover their ears, hes usually trying to woo the barmaids with stories of his adventures when he was but a young lil lass. There usually so outlandish and over exhaggerated that people take what he says with a grain of salt.
Name: Jack Whittle
Age: 31
Occupation: Traveling bard and storyteller
Summary: The locals only really know him as "That damn bard that never shuts up." when hes not strumming his lute and watching his tavern mates grit in pain as they cover their ears, hes usually trying to woo the barmaids with stories of his adventures when he was but a young lil lass. There usually so outlandish and over exhaggerated that people take what he says with a grain of salt.
I personally like Fren, kinda reminds me of myself when i was younger. Looks like me too lol well... 13 years ago :)
Well maybe she will find some special enchanted goblet that allows you to read minds in that cave we are all venturing too :)
Which brings up the question: is there magic? Is magic the norm in this world or a figment of imagination derived from overexaggerated stories?
Which brings up the question: is there magic? Is magic the norm in this world or a figment of imagination derived from overexaggerated stories?
Lol my guy is considered rude. Maybe hes trying to be realistic and prevent the old guy from a horrible tragic death?!?!? Or maybe its a plot so theres more gold for him? Or.... OOORRR, maybe he was just upset at the loud old man disturbing his reading? Lol
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