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 Oct 19, 2016 10:20:20 GMT -8
"Huh? You lost the list? How could you?"
Roy ran after the nephew, grabbing the boy's shoulder. How was he supposed to get his uncle's spices now? Uncle Renalt would be disappointed, and Roy couldn't stand disappointing his relatives. Besides, if he came back emptyhanded, Uncle Renalt would get on a ship and come out to get the spices himself. Renalt was far too old to be traveling, so Roy did his best to run his errands for him.
"What am I supposed to do now, huh? How could you lose the list? Do you remember what was on it? I need the list, I've got to get those spices!"
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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 Oct 20, 2016 15:03:03 GMT -8
"Roy? Da hell are ye doin."
Roarin hadn't noticed his nephew get dragged into the alley, but he did notice the boy grab another boy a few feet away. The old man stared at the two kids and puffed on his pipe. What was his nephew doing here and what kind of trouble was he in? Roarin wasn't at all certain he was up to finding out, but Roy was family which meant he'd help if he could.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 21:42:05 GMT -8
The nephew turned to say something to Roy... when he suddenly saw that Roarin was there. Obviously, they were related. The resemblance was amazing. And instantly, the Nephew realized that this must be Renalt, and just as quickly, the Nephew realized that he was screwed.
So, he wrenched out of Roy's grip-- and bolted!
Catch him, Roy!
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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 Oct 21, 2016 5:59:02 GMT -8
Roy looked up at his uncle in shock. Of all the places he'd expect to see his uncle, the Sakland Bazaar was not one of them. Still, perhaps Uncle Roarin would be able to help him.
"Hi, uncle Roarin...he took my list of spices! I need to get him, that list is vital! Uncle Renalt will be disappointed if I come home empty handed."
He sprinted after the nephew, his enchanted parasol hovering above him to shield him from the harsh chocolate-melting desert sun. Why was the boy such trouble? Roy only wanted to buy some spices, that was all. He didn't want to steal jeweled hummingbirds or chase people, he just wanted to go home and eat chocolate!
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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 Oct 21, 2016 8:12:21 GMT -8
Roarin gives the two kids a flat look, who in their right mind stole a list of spices? Before he can say anything the one he isn't related to yanks himself free of Roy and takes off, Roy is hot on his heels. With a sigh Roarin gets to his feet and follows after at a jog. There was no way he could keep pace with the two kids, but he could probably follow them easy enough. Two boys running through a crowd were bound to leave a mess he could follow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 12:33:03 GMT -8
The nephew glanced over his shoulder to see if Roy was following him as he darted into the bazaar where the market was in full swing. The nephew turned around, and gasped as a goat pulling a cart full of hard-shelled fruit came right in front of him.
He LEAPED over the cart, and hoped that he would make it!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 12:34:03 GMT -8
The nephew CRASHED! into the cart, fruit exploding, goats bleating, the market sales man angry and yelling. The nephew was covered in gunk, but he was still able to slip and slide his way around the knocked-over cart to keep running through the marketplace!
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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 Oct 23, 2016 7:21:46 GMT -8
Roy hesitated as the boy smashed through the cart, but soon realized that the nephew hadn't been seriously hurt. That was good, at least. Roy may have wanted to catch the boy, but he didn't want to hurt him! He started running again, trying to avoid slipping and falling. As he ran, he did his best to avoid a particularly hungry-looking goat.
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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 Oct 23, 2016 7:23:28 GMT -8
The goat snagged Roy's sleeve as he ran past, and the young vampire slipped and fell on the ground. He struggled with the goat for a few moments before finally managing to tear his clothing out of the animal's mouth and struggle to his feet. Once up, he was disappointed to see that the boy had gained quite a bit of distance on him. Nonetheless, he hurried after him. After all, the boy was the only chance Roy had at getting his uncle's spices.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 9:21:59 GMT -8
The nephew glanced behind him as he ran, his clothes wet and sticky from the fruit cart he'd just tumbled over. People were gasping and crying out and yelling as the nephew ran and someone called for the city guards given how disruptive the boys were being.
The nephew spied a ladder and scrambled up to the rooftop, and as he ran over its flat surface, he saw that he would have to make a small jump to the other roof top if he meant to get away!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 9:25:10 GMT -8
(Omg, seriously?)
The boy tripped, his ankle caught on the ledge of the rooftop and be gave a small yell as he fell through the space and had his fall softened by a canopy. Of course, it ripped, and he fell through onto a piled spice table, where plumes of red and yellow and orange and brown and green powder went right up into the air, like a smoke bomb.
Others were coughing and spitting and cursing, and the nephew could barely see with how his eyes watered, but he scrambled up -- the powder really sticking to him now what with the fruit juice -- and he made another dash for it.
(Three fails in a row means Roy will catch him )
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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 Oct 23, 2016 9:30:02 GMT -8
Roy scrambled up the ladder and jumped down into the mess of the spice stand after the boy. He hurried through the cloud of spices, glad that he didn't really have to breathe. Even if it wasn't getting in his throat, though, Roy could still barely see through the cloud of burning dust, and had to do his best to avoid running into someone.
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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 Oct 23, 2016 9:32:01 GMT -8
He skirted around a baby carriage, bounced off a fat man, and very nearly ran over a nun, but somehow Roy managed to run after the nephew. He was getting closer, and figured that if anything else slowed the boy down, he'd be able to catch up. Shaking the colorful spices out of his face, he turned a corner and sprinted after the nephew.
"Come back! I just want my list!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 9:58:03 GMT -8
The nephew glanced over his shoulder and saw that Roy was still right on his tail. He had to get away! He darted around a corner and slipped between more people, shoving them if he had to in order to get to the canals.
Small gondolas and boats were up and down the cabal, and bracing himself for impact, the nephew ran to the canal edge and leaped for one of the boats carrying a bunch of wine barrels!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 9:59:50 GMT -8
The nephew's leap was too short, and as he fell, he smacked his head on the side of the boat and splashed into the water, unconscious. The current began to take him away, undoubtedly for the Bay of Sakand....
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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 Oct 23, 2016 17:01:46 GMT -8
It turned out to be ridiculously easy to follow Roy and the other kid. The two left a trail of destruction in their wake a mile long. The old man kept a slow steady pace so he never really struggled with anything and by the time the boy falls in the canal, Roarin would be rounding the last corner to catch up. The old man was breathing a little hard, but he was in good shape despite what he was doing to his liver and lungs.
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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 Oct 23, 2016 20:54:56 GMT -8
Roy ran after the unfortunate boy, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him out of the water. How had he failed so miserably? Clearly, the boy was nowhere near as athletic as he thought he was. Sighing, Roy dragged him underneath a tree and started gently shaking him, trying to rouse him.
"Come on, wake up! I need the list! Just give me the list, and I'll leave you alone."
Turning around, he spotted his uncle Roarin. Had the man followed them all the way through the bazaar?
"Oh, hiya Uncle Roarin. What brings you to Sakland?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 7:12:18 GMT -8
It would figure that the nephews luck would run out when it came to this white faced boy. He had groan up running all over this city, but one wrong move against Royal had suddenly put the world against him.
Pulled from the river with surprising strength from Royal, the nephew coughed and gagged on the canal water he'd just inhaled. He also groaned in pain, as blood ran down his temple and cheek from the head wound he had endured.
He didn't answer Royal at first, just trying to catch his breath and trying not to think of how much trouble he would be in when Tabaigo caught wind that Renalt was also in the city, and that the nephew had just messed with the Fletchers.
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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 Oct 24, 2016 13:44:01 GMT -8
Roarin came up to the two boys he hadn't seen what happened, but it looked like Roy had grown a backbone and knocked the other kid upside the head. Good for him. The old man catches his breath for a moment then glares at his nephew.
"I should be askin ye tha'. Since when have ye been the type ta go chasin people through da city?"
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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 Oct 24, 2016 16:34:14 GMT -8
Roy shook his head. His uncle was right, he wasn't the type to go chasing people through a city. What had gotten into him? Was it just the fear of disappointing Uncle Renalt?
"I didn't want to...I just need the list of spices. Once I get the list, I'll let him go."
He shook the boy gently again. The nephew seemed to be in bad shape, poor kid.
"C'mon, just give me the list and you can go home."
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