The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 14, 2022 15:46:15 GMT -5
"that's fine, I don't need to know your last name. It is good that you're willing to fight for your life. It means you still have something to accomplish" He finds it amusing to listen to her answers. " Tell me, have you ever killed someone? It's a rush of adrenaline to be so in control over something so fleeting" He quick turns her chair around to face him. This almost causes her to topple out of the chair, but luckily she gains her balance and stays fixed into the chair.
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aerith on Jan 14, 2022 16:39:29 GMT -5
Aerith contains a yelp as she's turned around, staring up at him as she settles. "No I haven't" She says simply, not removing eye contact. "I don't take joy in ending people's lives, I usually try to avoid other people" She replies truthfully, folding her arms back over her chest. "Now what is with all these questions?" She pushes, pretty sure he would have killed her already if that was his main intention. "Why not just slit my throat and leave? I've done sinful things, like the other people you've killed"
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 16, 2022 1:30:52 GMT -5
"that would be too easy, no fun in it and plus everyone is so terrified and scared of me. They can barely answer my questions. Do you think everyone deserves to live?" He places his knife on her lap and goes back to sit in his chair. "Do you think I do not deserve a life?"
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Aerith
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 24
Appearance: Slim with an athletic build, long brown hair usually worn down to the middle of her back with piercing green eyes. She wears a deep blue tunic pulled over tight black pants.
Biography: Aerith was an apprentice during medieval times when the floods hit. She is extremely smart and resourceful but typically likes to stick to herself and doesn't trust easily. However, once she makes friends with someone and gives them her trust, she is dedicated and loyal to them entirely.
Registered: Jan 8, 2022 17:09:08 GMT -5
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The woods
Jan 16, 2022 13:17:23 GMT -5
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Post by Aerith on Jan 16, 2022 13:17:23 GMT -5
Aerith picks up his knife, inspecting it before twirling it in her fingers. “I think you did deserve a life, but have probably forfeited that right with the amount of pain and hurt you’ve caused” she says simply.
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The Inquisitor
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: In his mid-20s
Appearance: He is a silver-haired young man with eyes similar to the clouds of an incoming storm. He is a tall man of 6'3 with a muscular build to overpower anyone in his presence. His hair drapes in front of his face like curtains hiding the true intent of his nature. Adorned on his lips is a ring that serves no purpose much like the chain earrings he wears.
Equipment: He wears a long black jacket with the hood pulled over his face to hide his identity. He carried crudely made daggers in his jacket, but they get the job done.
Skills and Abilities: The Inquisitor as he likes to call himself enjoys toying and testing people to prod out their inner secrets. Everyone hides secrets and so be it if those secrets are spilled with a little bit of blood. Question after question his poor victims are asked and the more they answer wrong the more he cuts until whoops, there's nothing left to cut into.
Registered: Jan 12, 2022 18:45:45 GMT -5
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Post by The Inquisitor on Jan 23, 2022 23:40:52 GMT -5
"I like your answer. Does it fill you with some type of thrill to be wielding that knife, to know that you could end my life if you wanted?" He sneers leaning in towards her.
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