Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on May 5, 2016 19:39:49 GMT -8
It was a lovely afternoon day when Roy's door flies open. On the other side is the short barrel chested form of Uncle Roarin Fletcher. The old man had heard on of his favorite nephews finally got a girl friend and he was hear to celebrate.
"ROY ME BOY! I HEAR YE FINALLY TALKED SOME POOR LASS INTA DATING YA! YER UNCLES HERE TO GIVE YA A PROPER CELEBRATION!"
With out waiting for his consent Roarin bounds up the lad puts him in a headlock and shoves a flask of whisky in his mouth.
"DRINK BOYO! YE GOTTA START EARLY IF YER GENNA GO ALL NIGHT!"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 5, 2016 19:50:56 GMT -8
Roy sat alone in his room, fiddling with a piece of chocolate. He'd been working on this on and off for several days, and was nearly finished. Pulling out his runescribing tools, he scratched the final sequence of careful symbols onto the candy, just like the instructions in the book that his uncle Renalt had given him. He held his breath as he wrote delicate, swirling markings from an ancient and arcane language, then remembered that he didn't need to breathe in the first place. Sighing, he continued his work. Once he finished, he placed his finger on the chocolate bar and energized it with a tiny spark of magic. The chocolate melted, then reformed into the shape of a blobby humanoid figure. The little chocolate golem twitched, then jumped up and began running around. Roy let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction, sitting back in his chair and watching the little golem zip and zoom around the room.
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Roarin burst into the room, the door smacking the little golem and sending it flying. Roy watched in horror as it flew through the air, hitting the wall and sticking there. However, he didn't even have a moment to protest as Roarin grabbed him and shoved a flask into his mouth.
"MMMPH! MMMPGHGRGLGL..."
The young vampire gurgled and choked as his uncle poured the burning liquor down his throat, struggling weakly against the headlock. Eventually, he wriggled free, gasping and coughing.
"Gah...hiya, uncle Roarin."
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on May 5, 2016 20:25:19 GMT -8
Roarin laugh uproariously as his nephew chokes on the whisky. The boy had no tolerance for liqour, he was a milk drink through and through. Well blood drinker, but a really wimpy one. Still chuckling he takes a swig from the flask and eyes the glob of chocolate on the wall.
"Ye throwing shit around me boy? Why do ye have a globe o'shit on yer wall son?"
Deciding he didn't actually care that much he pushes Roy out the door.
"Comeon ye little scallywag, it's time I put some hair on yer chest! Should help ye make a man o'yer self if da chocolates Renalt sent ye did na work."
<Exit to the Forge Fire tavern.>
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 5, 2016 20:37:37 GMT -8
Roy followed Roarin's gaze to the chocolate golem on the wall and sighed. That blob was six day's work. Oh well, he thought. That was just the price he had to pay to be around his uncle, and he did enjoy being with his relatives.
"It was a chocolate golem, uncle Ro-"
Unfortunately, he was cut off and hustled out the door.
"Waa! Wait a second! Just a minute, I'll burn!"
The young vampire barely managed to snatch his parasol up before Roarin ushered him off. Life with Roarin was always exciting.
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