Chance
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Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Looks to be in his mid 30s.
Appearance: With a stare hardened by sadness, Chance can be a difficult man to approach. He is tall with broad shoulder, but is overly lean as if malnourished. His eyes are generally somber, but when he focuses on another person a rage kindles with in them. There is a long scar that stretches down the left side of his face and down the neck. Despite his natural appearance and demeanor on the rare occasion that Chance smiles his features become surprisingly warm and caring.
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 22:20:29 GMT -5
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Post by Chance on Nov 29, 2021 0:50:13 GMT -5
Some way or another you have become lost in the wilderness. The forest is filled with many shades of green. Trees are draped with lichens and rocks are smothered with moss. Conifer trees dominate, covering the damp understory. The ground is spongy beneath your feet with forrest debris consisting of leaves, tree needles, and moss. Beams of light illuminating the forest mists shine upon strange plants that cling almost impossibly to the sides of cliffs that jut out of the forest floor. One evening, as evening fades to twilight, a dark silhouette blocks your path. A haggard looking man with a hard face and cold eyes looms into view carrying a bow and dragging something bloody... themistborneisles.boards.net/thread/274/wilderness?page=1&scrollTo=4721
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