Warrior in the Shadows

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh found himself looking in another direction, feigning gullibility, to hear a signature giggling every time he turned his head, only to look back to his place and notice something missing. The ritual brought a smile to his face, as he would look down to the culprit, devouring her spoils greedily.

After awhile of this, and Hugh losing food, the little one was satisfied, and set herself to making faces towards Hugh. He would do his best face attempts back at her, usually ending up looking very much the same.

This activity ceased when Sana rejoined them, setting one of Hugh's bags down next to him on the table, and posing several questions to the little one. Hugh mostly smiled and nodded, before he got a tender kiss from his beloved, letting his eyes close at breathing her in just a little. He sighed as the kiss was broken, a small smile breaking across his face.

He looked to his bag, after Sana had spoke of it containing his pipe and tobacco. He smiled towards her, as she disappeared, the little one in tow. Hugh snatched a light from a lamp hanging from a pillar using a long stick with a burned out tip, before the nun began to introduce herself to him.

Before he took the hand she offered, he lit his pipe with the tobacco crushed in it. With the pipe clenched between his teeth at the corner of his mouth, he smiled took her hand, then clapping his other hand on the back of her hand to make a two handed hand shake, and giving her a tender squeeze with his hands. "Yes, Hugh. Charmed to make your acquaintance. I did wonder whom it was that healed my wounds twice." He said with a smile, and a shake of her hand. After that, he released her hand, and seated himself at the table. He lifted one hand to the pipe and began puffing away, enjoying the pleasant smoke from the leaf.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh was actually surprised by the sensation of the child's tiny hand wrapping around his one finger. It was a warming sensation, much different than having a woman as your own. The small touch of the child was causing him to melt, inside, and he felt so happy.

It brought him back to a time when he supported children and raised them up, loving them as much as he could. The sudden unexpected turn of having her climb up him and cling to him was slightly familiar and extremely therapeutic. He felt like he had a family again, and he could lay the old one to rest permanently.

Hugh would turn into a savage beast to protect this child at any time, but for now, he would settle for being something to hug tightly.

After a few moments of interaction and short travel, Hugh found himself setting down next to the child, after having let both Sana and Arianna down to sit. He gave a contented smile as he looked both of them over, and turned his attention towards his plate, beginning to eat slowly and methodically. Usually he might devour it, but from some habit acquired long ago, he always ate slow when he had children with him. The idea in his subconscious mind was so that if they got hungry for more, he would be able to offer them more.

He remembered so well, how he had given his own children his food when they started whining about it. He would end up doing the same for any child that ended up in his care.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh's smile turned to a look of confusion after hearing what Sana had to say. He now had one of those awkward smiles where one is left wondering "What do I do?"

"Okay." Came his squeaked out reply, before she pulled him into a kiss. He squeezed her hand and wrapped his free arm around her, his hand careful to keep the sword blade from bumping into her.

"Well, after you left, I killed two hyenas and three men armed to the teeth. That's really all." He said, his charisma coming back to him. "And all I've been waiting for is to kiss you again." He said, before hearing the little giggle of the child. Hugh's eyes went downwards towards her, and a cheerful grin coming across his face.

Seeing a happy child made him happy, and he couldn't help but grin ecstatically. Before he could really interact with the little one, the knight from before came over, and lifted his helmet to reveal his features. From the looks of it, this man hadn't been as fortunate as Hugh had been, and had seen his share of suffering. Though Hugh had suffered much in his life time, he hadn't been inflected that much on the side of facial scarring, nor had he marked his face with anything permanent, like the tattoos revealed to be on the man's face. Hugh could find himself respecting this man. After all, he had come to their rescue.

Hugh felt a little empathetic uneasiness as he saw the crowd grow larger around the child, giving a scowl as more showed up and stared at the child like she was something foreign. Hugh growled a little towards the faerie as she was the one whom had been told to stay with Sana. "You're not needed, here." Hugh said, his disdain clearly visible.

He turned and looked to Sana as she spoke to him, asking for his assistance. "Yes, of course." He said, dropping his sword and wrapping the other hand around her waist, scooping her up and setting her on her feet. He kept his arm wrapped around her, as he dropped his other hand from hers and reached for the scabbard on her back, "I'm gonna need that." He said, quickly before taking it off her person and putting it over his own body. With that, he picked the sword up with his foot, and kicked it up into his free hand. He dropped his other hand from Sana and put the sword in the scabbard on his back, going back to his previous position of holding onto Sana.

"Alright then, will you take my hand?" He said, looking down towards the child and offering his hand out towards her, his smile still apparent.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

As Hugh stared down the enemy on its knees, he felt no remorse, only rage and the overwhelming feeling to rip him apart. His wrath was unrelenting when coaxed out, but something seemed to quell it.

He heard a voice, a soothing one, giving him relief and causing his rage to dissipate. The best part was that he knew the voice, but it was more beautiful than he heard before. A smile seemed to come across his lips, as his features smoothed out. He had to turn and look to see her, Sana, still alive. Not as well as he, but far better than when he had first saw her.

Here she was, the woman he adored and whom he had taken for deceased, now standing up and singing a beautiful melody. He didn't see any need to care about the anti-paladin, as the bastard was on his knees, and was soon beaten to the ground by the others.

A character Hugh hadn't anticipated was the knight, charging in on steed with lance in hand. The man destroyed the anti-paladin. Unfortunately, the anti-paladin was still alive, but barely. It gave Hugh some peace of mind to see him suffer the same way he had made Sana suffer.

Then, the man was lit on fire and burned to death. Hugh was more than just content at the perfect end. He was rejuvenated, as the woman he adored was still there and still his. He had a charismatic smile glued to his face, as he walked over to her.

She was joined by a little child, but Hugh's attention was drawn somewhere else. He caught a glimpse of the thief, a person Hugh hadn't been given the best impressions of, but that was subject to change at that very moment. Hugh perked a brow as he saw the thief let himself dissolve into the embrace of the other fighter. A little smirk came across Hugh's face, "Hm, what a softy." He said the words with a little chuckle, before turning his attention back to Sana.

"Hello. How are you, my darling, today?" He had a stupid grin smeared across his face, adding to his infectious happiness.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh continued to search frantically from person to person, anyone with a similar hair color was a target for his hand to grab them and turn them to face him. He kept searching through the people, until his attention was grabbed by the human female, Fiona.

Her words made him more at ease as she explained, but he was perplexed. Personal reasons? He hadn't a clue, but his mind sought through many different possibilities before he shrugged it all off and decided on helping the people out of the little wagon.

He would offer his hand to the old and feeble; he could scoop up the children in his arms and set them on the ground, gently. He had no idea where to take them, but they were all evidently weaker than he, so Hugh kept up the process till the wagon was empty and the group of refugees headed off in different wayward directions.

Hugh seemed to stand proudly, and had a contented smile on his face at seeing the people free from slavery. He stood for a long time, looking around the town at the different happenings. The bodies had been cleaned off the streets, but not before Hugh could nab a few goodies. He himself was wearing a brand new set of chain mail, and had acquired many other strange trinkets.

He felt slightly thirsty from all of the fighting, so he took out this odd vial and held it to the sky, looking it over. "How bad can it be? My liver is amazing, after all." And so, he popped the cork, and downed the vial. Didn't taste like poison, but it would take enough poison for a horse or a bear to put Hugh down, so he wasn't exactly scared.

The liquid didn't seem particularly nourishing, but he didn't feel any adverse affects from it. "Alright, looks like everything is gonna be okay-" His attention was suddenly diverted towards the sound of hooves and then yelling from one particularly familiar voice.

Hugh turned and faced the direction of the sound and there he saw Sana, galloping on Rodger, with something cradled in her arms. The closer she got the less happy he was to see her, as something seemed to be coming up behind her. "Ahh fuck." He stepped back a ways, as both characters rushed through, Sana coming through first and charging into the Inn. It wasn't long before she was back again and facing down this monstrosity.

It was a towering hell hound bearing none other than an antipaladin. For a moment he wasn't sure whether or not it was a good thing he had left behind being a paladin long ago, but he shrugged that off, as things got far more ugly than had started out.

Hugh was on edge, and drew his falchion the moment he saw the antipaladin charge towards Sana. He felt a little overly confident, watching Sana take on the beast. The thoughts going through his mind were that the demon would be shot off his mount, but he was gravely wrong.

His jaw dropped, and so did his sword, as he watched Sana get thrown against a wall like a rag doll, dropping uselessly. He screamed out in agony, as he watched her fall.

He rushed to her side, skidding to a stop. He was at a loss for words, as the nun scrambled to save her. There was reference that she was still alive, but barely. Hugh, however, couldn't speak as his mental state seemed to degrade. To him, it looked as though she was dead, and he couldn't hear what anyone was saying, as his ears seemed to suddenly start ringing and his mind began to grow dark with despair.

There was a sword that was strapped to Sana's back, that Hugh hadn't taken note of, as he stared at her. She seemed lifeless, and so did Hugh's eyes at that moment. He felt like all of the life had been crushed out of him, and that now he was losing everything he had to hold onto. As a random unconscious movement, Hugh drew the sword from her back and turned away, diverting his attention towards the hell hound and it's master.

There it was; he had lost it all. He felt empty, as he walked towards the beast, this new large sword in hand. Lifting up the hilt to his face, he spoke several simple words, before holding it with both hands. "He that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword." He spoke these words as a curse upon himself, almost like it was his time to go. Maybe he was cursed; cursed to relive the same agony and anguish for an eternity. Like an affliction from some benevolent god.

Now, the antipaladin had been knocked off his mount and was standing, ready for a showdown with Hugh. Hugh didn't think they would be a good match, nary, Hugh was going to disembowel the dark knight and parade his entrails around the town. He felt focused and as though no pain could bother him at all.

Hugh marched up towards the man, quickly closing the distance, before shouting to draw his attention, "SURPRISE, MUTHA FUCKA!" With that, Hugh swung his sword at the midsection of the antipaladin, bearing it down on him with all of his force.

Zombie??

Hmmm, sounds delightful.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Cyrus nodded toward the Sioux woman. She seemed altogether desperate for their help, but that didn't matter to Cyrus. What mattered to him was ending his war.

This man's cruelty would soon be at an end, and Cyrus was determined to be the one to put him in the ground. "Aim for the knees, it is." He said, stepping behind the Sioux woman, but before he stepped outside, he stopped in his tracks as a thought popped into his head.

He didn't wait to see where she was heading as he took off, heading for the Inn, out through the front door of the sheriff's office.

He burst through the doors of the Inn, so suddenly, causing a ruckus and a stir from those quietly seated and enjoying their day. Taking quick steps towards the upstairs, Cyrus ignored everyone's gazes.

He made his way up the staircase, rushing along, till he arrived topside. There, he walked along the rails till he came to his room. He fumbled for a moment with his pockets, before producing a set of keys and unlocking the door.

He swung the door open, abruptly, and stepped inside. There, on the chair was another firearm; a colt open top. It was his pride and joy, and he would use it to put down Westbrook. He was an excellent shot with it, even better than with his single action colt army. He had worked harder and had this one longer, as it was perfect for riding and shooting with. Only now, he would be standing still and shooting.

He wrapped the belt around himself, putting it over his other gun belt, while hurriedly walking downstairs. He shut his door behind him, nabbing the key and pocketing it.

He ran downstairs and out the door, walking into the street. He had little idea where everything was happening, but it wouldn't be difficult to find. The sound of gunfire and a strange whistling was coming from behind the town, away from the prying eyes of the townsfolk.

Cyrus ran towards the sheriff's office, slipping through a small separation in the buildings and walking out back, still following the sound of whistling and gun fire.

The whistling was eery and strange to Cyrus. It was so loud and was lasting so long. If it had been in shorter succession, Cyrus would have thought it to be a mortar shell or rocket, overhead.

He ran past fences and doors, till he walked upon the scene. He slowed down to a walk, seeing that Westbrook was wounded. He had arrived just in time to hear the Sioux woman yell some words that caused Cyrus to smile with satisfaction. Before anyone could comprehend what was going on, his weapons were drawn and firing.

Bullets tore through the body of the man, as Cyrus unloaded both pistols into him. It was a slow talking guns rapidity as he cocked one pistol, while firing off the other. He pulled back one pistol and stuck the other forward, firing shot after shot.

He kept getting closer and closer after each bullet, making sure each landed in their prospective spots and tore through this abomination. Before he knew it, he had gone through every bullet and he heard the disappointing sounds of clicking.

A glare was pasted across Cyrus's face as he eyed the results of his shots. He let out a low growl towards the abomination, before emptying the cartridges from each pistol and beginning the process of reloading.

"I'll see you in hell, Westbrook."

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

The ship seemed a clutter with the sounds of work, from fore and aft. Far back from the rest of everyone was the clanking sound of work in the engine room. There was only one at work, a man hard at work under the engine with tools for the job. He played with wires and reached through them, getting to the different parts to make the ship flight ready again.

Cyrek Krusek was in the process of replacing an engine part when he heard the familiar sound of complaining, as someone he recognized too well burst into the room. He turned his head to take a look as the pilot grabbed a wrench to start working on it herself.

"NO. FUCK NO. GET THE FUCK OUT. I NEVER SAID YOU COULD BE IN HERE!" Cyrek raised his voice in contempt. If he needed or wanted help, he would go out and ask for it, but for the majority of the time, he stuck to working on it himself. Of course nothing pissed him off more than when the pilot came in and tried to work on it.

A wrench soon went flying towards her, only to arc and hit the ground beside her. "Get out! GET!" He called, shooing her away like an old man to a child.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Name: Cyrek Krusek
Age: 30
Position: Ship's Mechanic
Appearance/Clothing:
Stands at 5'8". His usual attire is everything pictured along with a leather jacket that protects him from sparks while working on the ship. He also has a much less burned leather jacket, which is more of his 'special occasion' jacket.

Skills: Welding, engine work. He wouldn't be able to fly a ship, except maybe to save his life(like one of the lifecrafts). He can shoot well enough to kill and fight. He's strong enough to go punch for punch with the best, but he's not an expert in any fighting style other than street brawling. Strangely, he possesses the talent to work on the ship's engines while drunk. He can also shoot and fight while drunk fairly well. He likes to lift weights when not working on the engines. Smoking, if that can be called a skill.

Crimes Against the Alliance: Taking other people's vehicles and ships(vehicle theft). Aiding and abiding offenders of the law(in other words, his business was for criminals and he did a lot of work for smugglers).

Weapons:

Weapons

12 gauge. He uses oo buckshot with it.
Chambered in 30-30 winchester.
His pride and joy.

Possessions: Welding goggles, all sorts of tools which he keeps in a tool box and cabinets, all for repairing the ship and any appliances.

Personality: He's very touchy about the engines. He doesn't like it when someone else tries to conduct work on them other than himself, unless he deems them worthy. He has great pride in his work as a mechanic and considers himself a welding artist. He's still a very charismatic man, generally being happy as long as his engines are purring and the ship is still flying. He loves to drink himself into the ground after a hard days work. He can be pretty ornery when everyone is tugging him every which way to repair something.

History: Cyrek was raised by his mother and her siblings. His uncle was a great influence in his life, teaching him all he knew about mechanics. He became mostly fascinated with welding, as there was a lot of welding to do in the scrapyards that his family owned and worked in. He took up repairing the body of vehicles and aircraft as it involved the most welding, but he made their engines purr.

The scrapyards wasn't all that legal, in reality. They stole vehicles and crafts of varying types, and tore them apart and started selling them for the parts. That was how the business always worked. The problem with illegal activities like this was they get the attention of either the law or other gangs. In this case, it was the other gangs. They ended up stealing the wrong crafts and got into a turf war with a drug running gang.

His long time girlfriend, who was a stripper(not exactly the best choice in women), ended up leaving him when the turf war started. She started a relationship with the son of the boss of the drug running gang.

This resulted in bloodshed on both sides, Cyrek losing his family to the scrapyard being burned and blown up. Cyrek ended up killing the boss, the boss's son, his ex-girlfriend, and burned everything they worked for to the ground. In the end, there were no winners in the turf war. All of this hell was soon interrupted by the Alliance coming in and breaking up their personal war.

Cyrek had to make a quick escape from his old path, leaving the Alliance to deal with the fallout and all of the rival gang that was left. Cyrek ended up selling himself off to a ship known as the Heart of Gold.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Name: Cyrek Krusek
Age: 30
Position: Ship's Mechanic
Appearance/Clothing:
Stands at 5'8". His usual attire is everything pictured along with a leather jacket that protects him from sparks while working on the ship. He also has a much less burned leather jacket, which is more of his 'special occasion' jacket.

Skills: Welding, engine work. He wouldn't be able to fly a ship, except maybe to save his life(like one of the lifecrafts). He can shoot well enough to kill and fight. He's strong enough to go punch for punch with the best, but he's not an expert in any fighting style other than street brawling. Strangely, he possesses the talent to work on the ship's engines while drunk. He can also shoot and fight while drunk fairly well. He likes to lift weights when not working on the engines. Smoking, if that can be called a skill.

Crimes Against the Alliance: Taking other people's vehicles and ships(vehicle theft). Aiding and abiding offenders of the law(in other words, his business was for criminals and he did a lot of work for smugglers).

Weapons:

Weapons

12 gauge. He uses oo buckshot with it.
Chambered in 30-30 winchester.
His pride and joy.

Possessions: Welding goggles, all sorts of tools which he keeps in a tool box and cabinets, all for repairing the ship and any appliances.

Personality: He's very touchy about the engines. He doesn't like it when someone else tries to conduct work on them other than himself, unless he deems them worthy. He has great pride in his work as a mechanic and considers himself a welding artist. He's still a very charismatic man, generally being happy as long as his engines are purring and the ship is still flying. He loves to drink himself into the ground after a hard days work. He can be pretty ornery when everyone is tugging him every which way to repair something.

History: Cyrek was raised by his mother and her siblings. His uncle was a great influence in his life, teaching him all he knew about mechanics. He became mostly fascinated with welding, as there was a lot of welding to do in the scrapyards that his family owned and worked in. He took up repairing the body of vehicles and aircraft as it involved the most welding, but he made their engines purr.

The scrapyards wasn't all that legal, in reality. They stole vehicles and crafts of varying types, and tore them apart and started selling them for the parts. That was how the business always worked. The problem with illegal activities like this was they get the attention of either the law or other gangs. In this case, it was the other gangs. They ended up stealing the wrong crafts and got into a turf war with a drug running gang.

His long time girlfriend, who was a stripper(not exactly the best choice in women), ended up leaving him when the turf war started. She started a relationship with the son of the boss of the drug running gang.

This resulted in bloodshed on both sides, Cyrek losing his family to the scrapyard being burned and blown up. Cyrek ended up killing the boss, the boss's son, his ex-girlfriend, and burned everything they worked for to the ground. In the end, there were no winners in the turf war. All of this hell was soon interrupted by the Alliance coming in and breaking up their personal war.

Cyrek had to make a quick escape from his old path, leaving the Alliance to deal with the fallout and all of the rival gang that was left. Cyrek ended up selling himself off to a ship known as the Heart of Gold.