Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on May 17, 2021 20:44:03 GMT -5
Sweat was already pouring from the queen's brow. She was limp as she was lain down, her face deathly white. The scratches were not only deep, but a foul, sickeningly sweet odor emitted from the claw mark. Blisters were starting to form around the wounds, indicative of some kind of venom. She awoke and was tossing in agony, "Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed out and gripped her arm with a sharking hand. Tears were spilling from her eyes. She felt like she was dying. Hrukka cursed. "Damn, it's already infected. Where is the damn healer?" He pointed to the soldier. "Where the hell is the healer? I know first aid but I can't heal something this deep and this infected"
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Encampment
May 17, 2021 20:54:29 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Asadrack on May 17, 2021 20:54:29 GMT -5
"Moir," Asa Said, "maybe she can help," a few seconds after he said that Tana woke up in a lot of pain.
He approached her "I know you're in a lot of pain, right now but we're going to save ok, I'll be back really quick okay, please don't leave me."
After saying that he ran looking for the old lady l, who had been helping Tana and him communicate easier since she spoke mostly in signs, shouting her
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on May 17, 2021 21:04:12 GMT -5
Yutin fidgeted nervously, the rest of the bystanders towering over him and obscuring him from view. He edged closer to his friend and patted Tana's hand in an effort to console her. "You'll be fine." He said. "We'll get a doctor over here as fast as we can."
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on May 17, 2021 21:07:48 GMT -5
Hrukka slowly lowered himself down, sitting down and crossing his legs. He slowly rocked back and forth with Tana still in his arms.
He looked up Yutin and barked a command. "You, give me some cloth.
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on May 17, 2021 21:09:09 GMT -5
Sweat was already pouring from the queen's brow. She was limp as she was lain down, her face deathly white. The scratches were not only deep, but a foul, sickeningly sweet odor emitted from the claw mark. Blisters were starting to form around the wounds, indicative of some kind of venom. She awoke and was tossing in agony, "Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed out and gripped her arm with a sharking hand. Tears were spilling from her eyes. She felt like she was dying. Hrukka cursed. "Damn, it's already infected. Where is the damn healer?" He pointed to the soldier. "Where the hell is the healer? I know first aid but I can't heal something this deep and this infected" "And some sort of venom from whatever attacked her, from the looks of it." Azaran observed. "I just got back from the shore, I've seen no healer, and I've not dealt with venom before, but I assume someone went for water to clean the wound?" He asks, trying to figure out what else they might need right at this moment.
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on May 17, 2021 21:11:29 GMT -5
Hrukka cursed. "Damn, it's already infected. Where is the damn healer?" He pointed to the soldier. "Where the hell is the healer? I know first aid but I can't heal something this deep and this infected" "And some sort of venom from whatever attacked her, from the looks of it." Azaran observed. "I just got back from the shore, I've seen no healer, and I've not dealt with venom before, but I assume someone went for water to clean the wound?" He asks, trying to figure out what else they might need right at this moment. "Do it." Hrukka said with a nod.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on May 17, 2021 21:19:25 GMT -5
Hrukka slowly lowered himself down, sitting down and crossing his legs. He slowly rocked back and forth with Tana still in his arms. He looked up Yutin and barked a command. "You, give me some cloth. Yutin nodded, reaching into his cloak and pulling out several scraps of fabric. "Will this work?"
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Encampment
May 17, 2021 21:20:15 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Asadrack on May 17, 2021 21:20:15 GMT -5
Asa unable to find the old lady, came back, heart racing as he realised what had to be done.
He kneeled beside her, help her other hand, his mouth dry, with sad, but somehow expression, "hold one, it'll be over soon"
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Azaran the Wanderer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 100
Age: Early 30s
Appearance: (Drawing commissioned, done by Griffith)
Azaran is roughly 5'7", with a muscular, athletic build. He has black hair, cut short to his head, along with a pair of purple eyes. His hair is usually hidden by his armored helmet, however, one with a star-esque face opening and black markings along the top of the head. He wears a purple sleeved shirt underneath a steel cuirass, with pauldrons going out over the shoulders. He wears tanned pants, as well as a pair of armored greaves.
Equipment: As well as his armor, Azaran carries with him few supplies, mainly a waterskin and a small pouch for some food and general supplies as he travels. To protect himself, however, he carries a basic heater shield and what seems to be a hook made out of black metal, sharpened to a short blade at the far end with sharp points on both ends, and a rounded point design on the back. Although it seems unassuming, it can also materialize what seems to be a translucent purple rope-like structure wrapping around the uppermost part of the hook, and extending out any length up to 20ft or so, with a barbed hook at the end. The rope seems extremely hard to break, and the hook seems to be sharp as a blade.
Skills and Abilities: Despite his hesitance to use it, Azaran is very skilled at fighting, and due to the copious amount of time he spends out in the wilderness he is an excellent survivalist, knowing how to spend weeks at a time on his own on travels between civilizations.
Biography: Growing up, Azaran Ðyáhmo lived in the lap of luxury, sheltered from the harsh realities of the rest of his people in the archipelago. His parents, Duke and Duchess of the region, kept him away from seeing that. However, as time went on, his curiosity got the better of him. One night, while his family was sleeping, he snuck out of the palace, to see the world outside. To his dismay, the people were struggling. His parents focused more on their party lives that the lives of the people they were supposed to serve. Disease ran rampant, people were starving in the streets, and bandits robbed in broad daylight. When he returned to his home in the early hours in the morning, he vowed to make his world a better place, one person at a time. He forsook his parents' name, and stole their most precious heirloom, the God Hook Déshimoh, whisking it away in the dead of night to wander the countryside, never staying in one place long, passing along the good fortunes of comradery to his people. Even after the flood destroyed everything, though, he didn't give up, and he plans to spread the same word around this world as well.
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 17:52:55 GMT -5
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Post by Azaran the Wanderer on May 17, 2021 21:28:05 GMT -5
"And some sort of venom from whatever attacked her, from the looks of it." Azaran observed. "I just got back from the shore, I've seen no healer, and I've not dealt with venom before, but I assume someone went for water to clean the wound?" He asks, trying to figure out what else they might need right at this moment. "Do it." Hrukka said with a nod. Azaran nods, rushing over to the river he followed to get to the encampment the first time around. He takes out his water skin and empties it, before quickly rinsing it in the water and filling it with a clean supply, running over and handing it to Hrukka. "Here, some water to clean it stranger. Do you know how to stitch a wound, or should we try to find a tailor as well?" Upon hearing Asa's words, he glances at him. He hopes he misread them, but thought it almost sounded like this man had given up. He strengthens his own resolve, determined not to let her die.
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Encampment
May 17, 2021 21:31:06 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Asadrack on May 17, 2021 21:31:06 GMT -5
"who is cutting it off ?" he asked
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on May 17, 2021 21:33:21 GMT -5
"Do it." Hrukka said with a nod. Azaran nods, rushing over to the river he followed to get to the encampment the first time around. He takes out his water skin and empties it, before quickly rinsing it in the water and filling it with a clean supply, running over and handing it to Hrukka. "Here, some water to clean it stranger. Do you know how to stitch a wound, or should we try to find a tailor as well?" Upon hearing Asa's words, he glances at him. He hopes he misread them, but thought it almost sounded like this man had given up. He strengthens his own resolve, determined not to let her die. Hrukka thanked Yutin, and took the cloth. When azran asked, he replied, "Aye, I can, but it will hurt like all hell, unless one of you have some alchohol or a peice of leather." He pun a hand behind Tana's head, brushing her hair aside from her face. With the other, he felt her forehead. It was hot.
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on May 17, 2021 21:36:59 GMT -5
Azaran nods, rushing over to the river he followed to get to the encampment the first time around. He takes out his water skin and empties it, before quickly rinsing it in the water and filling it with a clean supply, running over and handing it to Hrukka. "Here, some water to clean it stranger. Do you know how to stitch a wound, or should we try to find a tailor as well?" Upon hearing Asa's words, he glances at him. He hopes he misread them, but thought it almost sounded like this man had given up. He strengthens his own resolve, determined not to let her die. Hrukka thanked Yutin, and took the cloth. When azran asked, he replied, "Aye, I can, but it will hurt like all hell, unless one of you have some alchohol or a peice of leather." He pun a hand behind Tana's head, brushing her hair aside from her face. With the other, he felt her forehead. It was hot. "You're gonna cut it off?!" Yutin exclaimed. "Wh- shouldn't we try and clean it? What about a doctor? I thought there was one here!"
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Hrukka
Committed
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: 34 years
Appearance: Large, burly and green. Nearly 7 feet tall. Wears ragged underclothes and large plate armor painted yellow. His inner self is only 7 inches tall.
Equipment: Heavy plated armor. Small bag of "snacks". Battle axe and near claymore-length sword he wields one-handed. Pocket knife (or rather, a dagger by a human's point of view) he uses for carving wood. Small wooden charm on a necklace his "Mudda" gave him.
Skills and Abilities: Skilled woodcarver and carpenter. Extremely strong for his size, as well as a high pain tolerance. (After all, his main body is fungi, with limited pain receptors.) The ability to regrow limbs of his large body after eating some of his "snacks".
Biography: A fairly simple git,(His words, not mine) Hrukka spent most of his life in his village in the outskirts of the town of..... "Grrharglakka". At the age of 21, he set out to seek his fortune, working as a combat engineer of a local warlord. He went home years later to see his ailing mother, only to find his village burned down by the very warlord he was working with. After he "krumped" the warlord, he built a rough ship, and sailed off to find his future.
Registered: Apr 8, 2021 12:29:02 GMT -5
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Post by Hrukka on May 17, 2021 21:40:10 GMT -5
Hrukka thanked Yutin, and took the cloth. When azran asked, he replied, "Aye, I can, but it will hurt like all hell, unless one of you have some alchohol or a peice of leather." He pun a hand behind Tana's head, brushing her hair aside from her face. With the other, he felt her forehead. It was hot. "You're gonna cut it off?!" Yutin exclaimed. "Wh- shouldn't we try and clean it? What about a doctor? I thought there was one here!" "I'm going to stitch it up ya zoggin git! And if there is no one's bloody found them! For now we'll have to do what we can."
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Yutin
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Short, about 3 feet tall. Yutin does not run well. He has short legs and arms. Glowing, round yellow eyes.
Equipment: Brown, large tunic that goes down to his ankles. He wears dark brown shoes and a brown cloak with a large hood. Under his hood, he wears a black full-face mask. He wields a small crossbow fitting for his size, as well as a small black, intricately carved blowgun.
Skills and Abilities: Yutin is very good with his hands. He is a proficient blacksmith and fletcher, as well as maintaining some skill in carpentry and woodworking.
Biography: Yutin is often quiet, though when he does speak it is usually something very intelligent sounding, with long words. He is a very curious being, as well as kind to an extent. He can be annoying due to his persistence and stubbornness.
Yutin managed to survive with Tana and any others with her
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:09:09 GMT -5
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Post by Yutin on May 17, 2021 21:44:25 GMT -5
"You're gonna cut it off?!" Yutin exclaimed. "Wh- shouldn't we try and clean it? What about a doctor? I thought there was one here!" "I'm going to stitch it up ya zoggin git! And if there is no one's bloody found them! For now we'll have to do what we can." Yutin paused. "Oh." He glanced at Asadrack. "But he said that you were going to cut it off."
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Asadrack
Dedicated
Dead inside
Roleplay posts: 283
Age: 23
Appearance: Brown eyes, meium to long black hair, full bearded, average height, old but very good maintained white shirt, black pants, black shoes
Equipment: Spear
Skills and Abilities: Proficiency with spears and other spear like weapons, pickpocketing, charisma
Biography: Born without a father and abandoned by his mother, asadrack was forced to live in the streets. He wasn't the strongest kid so he turned to pickpocketing and trucking others so he could survive, when he hit the age of 7, he was failed to steel from an old man who after seeing asadrack trying to fight his guards with a broom, using it as a makeshift spear, decided to adopt and train asadrack properly after seeing t fire in asadrack eyes. Asadrack choose the spear for his physical ability areni the best and he could keep his enemies away while he fights them, after his training he joined his adopt father, William stoneray's mercenary group, then, the most came, after losing his father when boarding a ship, after fighting t his life in the small sail boat and being thrown overboard, he washed ashore in this new wori
Registered: Apr 6, 2021 18:29:33 GMT -5
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Encampment
May 17, 2021 22:26:21 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Asadrack on May 17, 2021 22:26:21 GMT -5
"I think I know what we should do, I just remembered, she used some herbs on me, maybe that can fight off the infection."
I'm his haste he had forgotten about those, he ran to her tent, i didn't took long for him to find them, he was also able to find some needle and thread
He walked back grinding the herbs on a bow quickly "yeah!," He picked the bottles and cleared the wound, his hands
"I found needle and thread, I'll stiche her arm, need bandages thought."
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