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 Apr 12, 2018 15:41:23 GMT -8
"Oh aye?" Ripper says with a nod of his head, though not an ounce of fear. "Sounds like the kind o'stuff I be looking fer." He says, reaching up and scratching his nose. "Ya see, I was cursed by some ancient treasure I came by, by purely legitimate means. Can't get near the sea no more, it's the damnedest thing I am repelled by it. Like if you've ever tried to press two lodestones together. Had to shipped here in a crate pressed up against the ceiling the whole voyage. I am hoping there is some kind of weird stuff that can help with that kind of foolery out there, ain't proper for a sailor to be unable to get near the sea."
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Registered: Nov 18, 2024 18:42:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2018 7:01:51 GMT -8
The keep's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the very thought, and his jaw nearly hit the counter. "Yer ser'ous, lad? How's a man gonna sail if 'e can't get near th' sea? Is like not 'avin' a nice lass t' hold ever again!" he barked in outrage.
But then the reality of what this sailor wanted began to settle into the man's head, and his hand would come up to scratch at his beard. "Hmmm... yeh gon'a hafta be careful, lad. T'ere be strange things t' the north, no doubt, but they ain' friendly t' men like you o' me. Aye seen some o' them things come chargin' in town, once or twice. Snatchin' up anythin' human an' then gone. Yer sure yeh want'a look fer em?"
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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 Apr 20, 2018 17:02:47 GMT -8
"As ye said barkeep." Ripper says downing the last of his rum. "Hows a man ta sail iffin 'e can't get near the sea? I ain't one ta let some ol' sea god an' his thrice-damned treasure stop me from taking ta the water. Iffin that means a wee bit o'risk against the things up north in the hopes of finding one that can help me." It was as simple as that, though it was going to be a lot of work which he wasn't thrilled about. Still, he'd taken to the sea years ago and he couldn't resist its call.
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Registered: Nov 18, 2024 18:42:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2018 20:22:05 GMT -8
"Aye, can' blame yeh fer that. All aye c'n say is good luck t' yeh," replies the burly man, lifting a hand as if a gesture good bye but more meant as a dismissive thing - if the guy was looking to risk going up in the north through the trees, it was HIS funeral.
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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 Apr 23, 2018 16:05:57 GMT -8
Well maybe it was Rickard's funeral, but he'd been dead for years so it would be fine. Being left to his own devices Ripper would drink himself stupid, make a pass at the wenches from earlier, and eventually rent a room for the night. Tomorrow he'd start his way north to see just how bad the mysterious and queer that side of the country was.
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