Mifune, Toshiro
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Roleplay posts: 8 
Age: 38
Physical Description: Tall and lean. Several scars cross his body. a tattoo of a dragon starts on his left pec and extends to his hand, where the dragon's head fiercely rests upon his hand.
Registered: Apr 8, 2018 23:18:21 GMT -8
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Post by Mifune, Toshiro on Apr 29, 2018 22:10:41 GMT -8
This made Toshiro smile, "Lord Haitaka would be pleased with your response. The task is to destroy them. The information you seek is easily gained by patience and observation. The fortress is about a weeks travel out to the southeast, at the foot of mountains and near the towering ruins" He cleaned another stick of its sweet treats and after swallowing he spoke again, "Go, observe and if you think you have the skill to destroy the fortress do so. Upon your return you will be granted and audience with the shogun."
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Telemachon
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. . A̢̡̰̤͖̥̘̿́̑́͂̂̒͜ͅ n̶̨̮̘̥̱̾̋́́̕̚͜͜ g̷̨̙̼̥̩̠͍̘̯͊̐͑͂̂̓͐̀͗̋ ḙ̖̱̳̗̾͒̋͜͠͠ r̢̺͖̯͉̉͑̀̊̂̌̅̐͗ͅ . .
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: Unaccountable.
Physical Description: Telemachon is a being of enormous proportions, on the very edge of human possibility for musculature, height and build. The man has jet-black hair and eyes that have no discernible iris, simply one large dark pupil. Clean shaven on his face his hair is short but spiked and messy. He appears youthful and well-built in most manners with a "baby face" save for wrinkles, heavy bags under his sleepless red eyes, a strong set of cheeks, and appearance as though he was repeatedly whacked with both sharp and blunt sides of a shovel. His skin varies from youthful and smooth to rough and aged in texture, naturally quite pale but usually in a light beige-copper tint from his travels.
Clothes and Equipment: He has thick and ornate armour seemingly writhing to new cruel shapes when one is not looking upon it. Upon close examination it would appear to be part of one whole piece, partially explaining the occasional creak as its wearer moves. His only permanent weapons are two long spikes coming from the armour on either wrist, but he easily materializes weapons akin to his armour as an innate skill.
Player's online availability : All the time, but I might not be on when it says I am :[
Registered: Apr 20, 2018 2:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Telemachon on Apr 30, 2018 4:32:11 GMT -8
A low growl came from Telemachon's throat, but he seemed sated. After a moment of thought he banged his fist on his breastplate with a donk and a bow of his head in salute. "It shall be done." He rasped, before stomping off towards his destination.
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