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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 10:16:45 GMT -8
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
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Roleplay posts: 77 
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Feb 10, 2018 18:32:52 GMT -8
Ripper strolls off the ship he'd been traveling on and on to the docks. It hadn't been easy to get on board the ship, his new curse made it difficult for him to be near the ocean for any length of time. Finding a pirate captain willing to chain him up and holding him down in the galley while the magic tried to repel him hadn't been easy. But when he'd heard of a pirate city Ripper had been too interested to not investigate. Besides from what he'd heard of Helmfirth there was a good chance he might be able to find someone who could help with one of his problems.
The only question was where to start?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 19:22:21 GMT -8
Searching for magically inclined beings? In Alnwick? Not particularly likely, but at least he had made it to the island itself. Granted, his disposition - leaked by the captain of the ship - had several that were trudging and stomping along the docks looking at him twice. What exactly was this guy? Still, this was Alnwick - city of scum. Aside from the occasional pickpocket that was hovering around crowds of men and bandits and pirates, he was left generally alone for the moment.
The docks were as sprawling and confusing as the threads of a spider's web, and certainly MUCH more busy than one - but there was much to see here alone. The odd shady merchant was pushing off odd trinkets on people, or at least trying to without getting shoved into the sea in decline. Of course, there was the occasion wench looking for a date - or someone to rob blind. Ship workers tossing freight and crates and hard at work. The place was lively and loud, occasionally breaking the buzz with the sharp ring of a ship bell.
Granted things seemed a touch frantic. There were whispers of some happenings outside the city. Soldiers or 'knights' - this word alone brought doubting chuckles from lips - were posed beyond the walls of the city. And with these thoughts, there were plenty of people hurrying to load up ships and leave.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Feb 10, 2018 20:48:56 GMT -8
Tipping his tricorner hat up Ripper observes the docks. The place looked exactly what he imagined a pirate city would look like. It wasn't what he'd heard Helmfirth looked like. That was certainly odd. The living zombie meanders towards the city. He was unaware that most of what he heard about the country's general disposition was based upon the northern half of the island. Mostly because no one had really specified that in their stories. It was all:
"Helmfirth has a pirate city." and "Helmfirth is home to some dark stuff."
Without much mention of general geography. Still, he'd figure that all out eventually. Probably after a few awkward conversations with some unlucky tavern goers. Speaking of, he was in desperate need of a drink... and a nap. Or enough drinks that it turns into a rather long nap. Gods he hated how active he'd had to be lately. Walking all the way into town sounded like a pain but he does it. Trudging along the docks and into the city proper to look for a decent watering hole.
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