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 Feb 7, 2016 11:18:03 GMT -8
Roarin snorts at Roberts comment.
"Carmela's major trade is entertainment. My job is making sure pirate's sea monsters, and da like dun interfere with it."
Roarin cracks his knuckles for emphasis.
"Yer ol' uncle earns his keep by beatin baddies. I'm gunna take a nap, wake me when dinner ready."
With that Roarin leans back in his seat, and starts snoring.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 9, 2016 14:46:20 GMT -8
Ryselle had mostly kept to herself, staying in the room she'd been given upon her arrival. When she did leave, it was at odd hours, slipping in and out of the mansion as secretively as possible - given she was very good at creeping around, few even noticed her movements. But after a time, she descended the stairs openly, making sure the servants saw her as she exited the mansion entirely, otter resting comfortably in her folded arms. Upon inspection, her room was tidily made, and a note was left on the bed, addressed:
To Cousin Robert & My Father
Thank you for the hospitality, cousin. I would say it had been pleasant to meet you, Father, but I am honestly uncertain if it was. I have decided, for now, that the effort it would require to instigate hostilities, or to acquaint myself with you properly, would not result in sufficient reward for either of us. It appears that you are content to maintain a distant non-relationship, and that suits me well. As cities make me uncomfortable, I have decided to depart. I may return in the future. Cousin Robert, Father; do not die, if possible.
Ryselle
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 19, 2016 15:27:37 GMT -8
Dee Emmecks under cover of night would sneak into the grounds of the Mansion. With his dark skin he was practically invisible in the darkness of twilight. He would proceed covertly as possible and search for a way into the mansion.
If there were guards patrolling that had good enough vision to spot him out, he would have to take care of them before the whole place was alerted to his presence.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 19, 2016 15:34:58 GMT -8
Unfortunately, Dee would find it difficult to sneak over the brightly-lit yards. He would be unable to cross to the mansion without showing himself in the light of the lanterns. He would not see any guards, but would notice an unusual number of statues scattered about the lawn.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 19, 2016 15:45:50 GMT -8
"Hm, no guards it seems. Suspicious. Either the owner is an idiot, or there's some sort of trap." Dee would walk past the lanterns, staying near them so that he would cast a long shadow as he passed them. With the power of his Stand, Ruff Ryder, he'd be able to detect things through the shadows: Movement, magic, life.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 19, 2016 15:54:31 GMT -8
The statues emit magic, a slow and steady hum. As he walks across the lawn, Dee would hear a soft grinding noise as two of the statues begin to move. They hop off their pedestals, landing on the ground with a thud. Several long steps later, and they stand in front of Dee with their arms crossed. Even though their carved stone mouths don't utter a word, the meaning is clear.
GTFO
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 19, 2016 16:13:00 GMT -8
"Hm, Stone constructs." Dee slides his hand over his bald head and strikes a pose holding his hands out in front of him.  "Ruff Ryder..."
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Dee's Stand would manifest, as shadowy muscular figure with no head. On it's pectoral muscles were two large eyes with tear shaped markings coming from them going all the way down it's body. Dee's shadow would darken once Ruff Ryder appeared and the shadows of the statues darkened since they were connected by Dee's. Behind each of the two statues a copy of Ruff Ryder would appear. The two Shadow copies would solidify and grab the statues, their next move would be to throw and smash the statues into each other. |
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 19, 2016 16:19:43 GMT -8
The statues are smashed, and rather noisily at that. The other statues jolt into life, running across the lawn towards the stand and the deaf man. Meanwhile, an upstairs window opens and Robert Fletcher (dressed in striped pajamas) peeks his head out.
"What's going on down there?"
He raises a crossbow, aiming it at Dee. A white peacock sticks his head out the window and squawks.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 19, 2016 16:31:56 GMT -8
Once the two statues are smashed, the copies return to the shadows. The peacock squawk catches Dee's attention and he spots Rober Fletcher. "EY! Put that thing down!"
After evading a couple of statues and smashing one of them, Dee points toward Robert and Ruff Ryder raises a muscular hand, a dark wispy chain shoots from the hand. On the end of the chain is a collar which would open to clasp around Robert's neck.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 19, 2016 16:38:32 GMT -8
"Ahh!"
Robert slams the shutters closed and runs from the room. What's going on? Who was that man? The guards should be here soon, having heard the racket of the smashing stone. A moment later, a different window would open. The white peacock sticks his head out again and squawks. A massive fireball spews forth from his beak towards Dee, engulfing an entire 20-foot radius with fire. Meanwhile, from yet another window, Robert pops out and fires his crossbow at Dee.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 19, 2016 17:03:43 GMT -8
The Dog Collar doesn't manage to clasp around Robert's neck, but it does grab on to the ledge the chain retracts and pulls Ruff Ryder and Dee up to the window like a grappling winch hook. Dee wasn't concerned for the commotion being caused, Jarkoopi had informed him that this should be a spectacle of power and influence. Now on the awning, Dee slipped a little on a shingle but caught himself. The Fireball and crossbow would not hit him since he had now moved to the window. He would see it crash down onto the lawn and he'd snicker seeing the statues moving around through the fire. If he had stayed down there it would have gotten difficult for him to fight.
Ruff Ryder punches it's strong arm through the shutter and reaches over to unlock it and open the shutters. With the Shutters opened, Dee enters and Ruff Ryder goes into the shadows of the indoors. "NIGGA! YOU THROWING FIRE AT ME?! YOU BEST STOP!"
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 20, 2016 6:44:55 GMT -8
Robert flees, running through his house. Who is this man? Why had he come to attack him? What had he ever done? Grabbing Bennik and tucking him under his arm, the frightened mayor sprints downstairs and runs into his "safe room". He bolts the door and sits back, groaning. The safe room was comprised of a metal box with a secret escape route and a hidden entrance in the manor. It was enchanted for strength, and rated for dragons, tornados, and ex-girlfriends. Hopefully the heavy steel walls and door would be able to stop the man. Meanwhile, guards begin running for the manor. They spot the smashed shutter and climb up a ladder towards the balcony.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 20, 2016 14:40:19 GMT -8
Dee runs through the Mansion, Ruff Ryder is able track and follow Robert Fletcher through the shadows of the mansion and quickly attaches itself to Robert's shadow. Once he's in the safe room, he has a few moments to believe he is safe before Ruff Ryder appears behind him and clasps the dog collar around his neck. Robert could try all he might, the collar would not be removed. The chain materialized and went under the door and would attach to Dee's own dog collar.
Robert would find himself pulled toward the door by the chain. He would eventually be pulled all the way to the floor and the dog collar would start choking him when he was pinned between the floor and the door.
After letting Robert struggle a little with the choking, Ruff Ryder would unlock the door and let Dee in, who would then re-lock the door. He lifted Robert back up onto his feet and held him by his shirt. If Bennik were to use his fire again, he'd risk hurting Robert.
"Now then! I finally got to you, so I can have a word!" His face is close to Robert's you can see clearly the tear tattoo under his eye. "You see this tear? It represents the first man I killed."
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 20, 2016 15:31:46 GMT -8
"Gak!"
Robert chokes and struggles. What was this thing and how had it gotten into his safe room?
"Who are >urk< you? What do you >cough< want?"
Meanwhile, Bennik squawks and lets out another jet of flame. This one is much smaller, but burns considerably hotter and is directed directly at Dee's buttocks.
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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 Mar 20, 2016 15:39:50 GMT -8
"GRAAAAAAAW" Suddenly the door shatters. Blasted into a million little splinters. Standing in the door frame is Roarin. The fancy candlestick holder he used to bust the door, still in his hands. His skin blackened by the demons roar, his veins bulging out, glowing a deep red. Steam rises from his body. He was royally pissed. Not only had he been woken up. Some mother fucker was hurting his nephew. Roarin throws the candlestick holder at Dee Emmecks. "YE MADE A GOD DAMN MISTAKE COMIN HERE BOY!"  |
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 20, 2016 16:01:43 GMT -8
Dee hops as the birds shoots fire from him again, this time at his rear, he felt the heat on his precious buns. "AH! YO DAMN BIRD ABOUT TO GET POPPED!" He points at Bennik, about to command Ruff Ryder to kill him, when the door explodes and a candlestick hits him. Robert would feel the damage from bennik and Roarin' for some reason at the same time Dee did. "ACK!" Dee cringes and turns around, a shadow copy would take his place of holding Robert. " WHAT?!! WHO DA FUCK ARE YOU?! COMIN' IN HERE THROWIN' SHIT AT ME?!" Dee hadn't heard all of what Roarin said, since he's partially deaf. "I AIN'T YO BOY OLD MAN! THERE'S A PUNISHMENT TO BE PAYED FOR THIS MAN ROBERT, BUT IF YOU STEPPIN' IN I GONNA HAVE TO THROW YA OUT!" Dee strikes a pose, crossing his arms and Ruff Ryder appears between him and Roarin'.  Dee's pose |
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 20, 2016 16:06:19 GMT -8
"Ouch!"
Robert jumps in pain as he suddenly feels the damage from the two attacks. He stares at the man in shock as his uncle bursts through the door.
"Uncle Roarin! Thank the gods you're here!"
As Dee begins yelling at Roarin, Bennik lets loose another burst of flame. This time, it's at the back of Dee's bald head.
"Squawk!"
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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 Mar 20, 2016 16:12:32 GMT -8
Roarin did not in fact have the patience for this shit. He lunges forward straight at the... whatever it was in front of him. He comes in low bringing his fist up. The blow is somewhere between and uppercut and a hook. It is aimed at where the liver would be on a normal man. Roarin's speed is magically enhanced. He is a blur of motion. A blur that will strike with enough force to shatter stone.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 20, 2016 16:30:01 GMT -8
Ruff Ryder matches Roarin's speed and power, the headless muscular ghost exchanging a few blocks and blows with the man. As it moved, the smokey trail coming from it's neck hole wisps about. When Dee hear's the peacock squawk again and see's the light of the fire coming, he quickly rolls for cover the chain connecting him to Robert rattling, Ruff Ryder momentarily dispelling then re-materializing once Dee arrives at his new spot. Ruff Ryder would engage with Roarin again blurrs of punches at him, meanwhile a shadow copy would appear behind Bennik and attempt to grab him.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Mar 20, 2016 17:45:41 GMT -8
"Squawk!"
Bennik slips smoothly away from the shadow copy, ruffling indignantly as he runs across the room. He spits another fireball at the shadow copy and squawks once more. Meanwhile, Robert struggles helplessly against the shadow copy and Dee's chain. He never was particularly strong. Bennik bobs his head up and down in a rather taunting manner.
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