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Y'all said brief. You got brief.
DR_TRAPEZOID said
Really? Memory loss after a war? Try to be a bit more cliche, please.
No memory loss. Just knee damage. But thanks for playing
One would expect a lot of anger from the crowds surrounding the imp, but surprisingly, Zhit heard none. This was probably as a result of his small body structure surrounded by the warriors and magi from all 7 corners of the world.
This was a new experience for Zhit, receiving a heroes welcome into a kingdom such as this. His entire life he spent as an outcast, not as some kind of a potential savior.
The further the procession moved, the more outcast Zhit felt. He was no warrior, no holy man, no paladin or mage who followed the "beliefs" of some celestial object.
Zhit was a tinkerer. A junkyard thief. He was the lowest of the low. But that was no reason to quit. He was about to enter the Queen's palace!
As he stepped through the door, a prompt "are you f***ing kidding me?!" escaped Zhit's lips as he glanced at the riches around him.
Thoughts of what the materials could be used for encircled his brain and all other thoughts stopped. "The supplies in this castle alone could create so many improvements on the huts around" he thought.
As they sat at the table the silver dining ware gleamed the light of the golden chandelier above. This palace, this mound of riches, would never cease to amaze him.
After the Queen's brief speech, Zhit could not bring himself to eat. His mind was to busy processing and creating new gizmos.
Post formalities, Zhit proceeded to his room. This place was beautiful, but it took every ounce of Zhit's will not to disassemble it and build all kinds of tools and things. The only real option now was to sleep and control himself long enough to reach the adventure of tomorrow.
This was a new experience for Zhit, receiving a heroes welcome into a kingdom such as this. His entire life he spent as an outcast, not as some kind of a potential savior.
The further the procession moved, the more outcast Zhit felt. He was no warrior, no holy man, no paladin or mage who followed the "beliefs" of some celestial object.
Zhit was a tinkerer. A junkyard thief. He was the lowest of the low. But that was no reason to quit. He was about to enter the Queen's palace!
As he stepped through the door, a prompt "are you f***ing kidding me?!" escaped Zhit's lips as he glanced at the riches around him.
Thoughts of what the materials could be used for encircled his brain and all other thoughts stopped. "The supplies in this castle alone could create so many improvements on the huts around" he thought.
As they sat at the table the silver dining ware gleamed the light of the golden chandelier above. This palace, this mound of riches, would never cease to amaze him.
After the Queen's brief speech, Zhit could not bring himself to eat. His mind was to busy processing and creating new gizmos.
Post formalities, Zhit proceeded to his room. This place was beautiful, but it took every ounce of Zhit's will not to disassemble it and build all kinds of tools and things. The only real option now was to sleep and control himself long enough to reach the adventure of tomorrow.
Name: Jebediah Clarkson
Age: 57
Occupation: Bartender, Huntsman, and Gentleman
Appearance:
Personality: A true gentleman of every fashion. What more would you need to know?
Skills: Bartending, hunting, and being a gentleman. Must i go on?
Brief Bio: A veteran of the Vietnam war, Jebediah returned home with a permanently damaged knee, thus his constant carrying of two canes. The only thing he remembered after the war was how to drink and how to kill, resulting in his occupation. Although, he does know how to treat a lady.
Inventory: brief case of normal, slightly formal clothing, two canes, a top hat, a pocket watch, and the excessively fancy outfit you see above.
Age: 57
Occupation: Bartender, Huntsman, and Gentleman
Appearance:
Personality: A true gentleman of every fashion. What more would you need to know?
Skills: Bartending, hunting, and being a gentleman. Must i go on?
Brief Bio: A veteran of the Vietnam war, Jebediah returned home with a permanently damaged knee, thus his constant carrying of two canes. The only thing he remembered after the war was how to drink and how to kill, resulting in his occupation. Although, he does know how to treat a lady.
Inventory: brief case of normal, slightly formal clothing, two canes, a top hat, a pocket watch, and the excessively fancy outfit you see above.
Name: Zhit
Race: Imp
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Faction: Freelancer
Biography: Growing up in a dying village, Zhit learned to be resourceful with the resources around him. Beginning work at a young age, Zhit passed through many occupations, all of which he claims "Don't suit him". The only job he's ever held is at the junkyard. A FREAKING JUNKYARD. All he did was monitor the "valuables" within and sit around being bored. As one can imagine, Zhit eventually grew to toying and finally tinkering with the scrap.
He began to realize he had no real purpose in his little town, and one day, packed a satchel of scrap for the future along with a dagger, breastplate, and single shoulder pad of his own design.
He soon reached a much more lively city, filled to the brim with beings of all kinds. Being an imp, one can imagine finding a job in a larger man's world would be difficult, but with his special talent, Zhit found one shortly after leaving his home. He became a tinkerer of all sorts, working as a form of charter craftsman and inventor on the side.
He began to master tech of all kinds, and life was just dandy. But nothing can be "dandy" forever, especially with witches involved. Most people tend to dislike witches, which is totally understandable, and then there's Zhit. You know how in all those stereotypical movies when a girl gets dumped she has a dartboard with the guy's face on it? That's like Zhit with witches, except the dartboard is on fire and the darts are a little bit closer to crossbow bolts... So yeah. Not a good kind of relationship there.
Long story short, after his home was destroyed, Zhit became one of the best man hunters around. Using his skills of stealth and his sheer resourcefulness, he turned in to a bit of a BA.
Skills:He is a master of stealth and agility, as well as a formidable enemy with short ranged weapons. He also is very good at thinking on the fly and is a master craftsman.
Equipment: A Dagger, hand crossbow, leather chest plate, and leather shoulder pad
Other: This is my first online RP just an fyi. however i have RP-ed in person before.
Race: Imp
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Faction: Freelancer
Biography: Growing up in a dying village, Zhit learned to be resourceful with the resources around him. Beginning work at a young age, Zhit passed through many occupations, all of which he claims "Don't suit him". The only job he's ever held is at the junkyard. A FREAKING JUNKYARD. All he did was monitor the "valuables" within and sit around being bored. As one can imagine, Zhit eventually grew to toying and finally tinkering with the scrap.
He began to realize he had no real purpose in his little town, and one day, packed a satchel of scrap for the future along with a dagger, breastplate, and single shoulder pad of his own design.
He soon reached a much more lively city, filled to the brim with beings of all kinds. Being an imp, one can imagine finding a job in a larger man's world would be difficult, but with his special talent, Zhit found one shortly after leaving his home. He became a tinkerer of all sorts, working as a form of charter craftsman and inventor on the side.
He began to master tech of all kinds, and life was just dandy. But nothing can be "dandy" forever, especially with witches involved. Most people tend to dislike witches, which is totally understandable, and then there's Zhit. You know how in all those stereotypical movies when a girl gets dumped she has a dartboard with the guy's face on it? That's like Zhit with witches, except the dartboard is on fire and the darts are a little bit closer to crossbow bolts... So yeah. Not a good kind of relationship there.
Long story short, after his home was destroyed, Zhit became one of the best man hunters around. Using his skills of stealth and his sheer resourcefulness, he turned in to a bit of a BA.
Skills:He is a master of stealth and agility, as well as a formidable enemy with short ranged weapons. He also is very good at thinking on the fly and is a master craftsman.
Equipment: A Dagger, hand crossbow, leather chest plate, and leather shoulder pad
Other: This is my first online RP just an fyi. however i have RP-ed in person before.
hey is there still room in this rp?
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