Doctor Vuist
New
Roleplay posts: 9 
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Rich, scholarly clothing befitting of his illustrious, elite position in society, alchemic equipment, mathematical and other scientific tools (including a globe), many books, a medical cabinet, and an arming sword.
Player's online availability : As if.
Registered: Dec 8, 2016 13:40:37 GMT -8
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Post by Doctor Vuist on Dec 8, 2016 15:57:53 GMT -8
This is the farm of the Vuist family, which has rested on the Free Plains for many generations. Though the right honorable Doctor Vuist is far too busy to come all the way down to the Free Plains to tend to the farm, his lodger and magical instructor Veras is willing to check in on the farm every morning and evening to see that all is in proper order. It's a nice enough place, with plenty of cattle, sheep, goats, chickens, and a small trout lake. Adjacent to the farmhouse is a garden that grows zucchini, strawberries, and alchemic ingredients, and large fields boast wheat and either cabbage or corn depending on the season. |
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Sebastian 'Bastian'
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 30
Physical Description: A slightly above average man in height, he looks a mess and terrible. His skin has paled and the bags under his eyes are very noticeable. His chin is more rounded than pointy and his hair is light brown; though it looks darker due to being thick with grease and oil. His eyes are hazel though they look dull. Oddly enough, he looks physically fit and healthy. Though his hands have rather long and bony fingers. His pants are brown and his boots are black.
Clothes and Equipment: The first thing you notice is how messy his attire is. There are various holes and poor patch work done, that it just convey either someone unable to pay for new clothes, proper repairs, or just doesn't care. Attached to part of the shawl like item over his shoulders, are two bells that remain on the tattered checkered red and white cloth.Though it's badly torn with various stitch markings in it. He also has a hood attached to this shawl, however it's made of a different fabric and is mostly brown. His shirt is grey with various tears at the bottom and the sleeves end near his elbows but are puffed out. Old bandages wrap up his arms from here to his wrists. The shirt hangs over his wrist
Player's online availability : almost everyday
Registered: Aug 27, 2017 15:30:41 GMT -8
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Post by Sebastian 'Bastian' on Aug 28, 2017 13:24:55 GMT -8
One foot in front of the other, a sigh left Bastain as he kept going forward. The night had settled in and the man gave a yawn. Even with his unnatural stamina and energy, he needed sleep. Even with his madness though he knew that sleeping in the wide open was bad. Even if this was farm land. There could be dangerous things out here. Still, he kept walking forward. A blink left him as he swung his arms about. Starting to fall back into doing nothing but random as he walked when he felt his hand hit something. The hard surface made him paused and a look to his right revealed the fence that no doubt helped keep someone's property marked; or helped to keep the cattle and other live stock in for when they were out to pasture.
Hosting himself up, Bastian continued along while walking on the top of the fence. A smile on his face as he did so, finding slight amusement from it till a foot missed one of the logs and the man let out a surprised sound as he ended up face planting on the ground.
"Well then..." a muffled voice left the man before he sat up. "That was short lived."
Then again, what ever lasted long term besides madness? Sure one person with it would die but it always had a act, a act for finding a new host of sorts. Course as the man stood up and brushed himself off, he paused. Finally taking note of the house that rested so close to him. No fires were lit it seemed, either someone was asleep or no one was home. Bastian found himself stuck between a choice. A choice to go up to the door and try to seek shelter. Or to go on his merry crazy way, and find a different place.
"Now that...is a very tricky question, my skeletons in da closets!" Bastian said out loud with a chuckle.
The odd man, merely started to pace as he thought it over.
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