Post by ZIE on Apr 7, 2008 0:02:41 GMT 1
i am making a fanfic for my favorite rp character. it will come later i just have time to post this.
At the bar of the Red Fox Inn, a man sat, sipping at a mug of ale. The man's name was Zrycc.(pronounced zry kuh) He was a slender, thin shouldered man of average hight. He had deep blue eyes, short brown hair, and a thin patch of a beard. He wore a dark cloak with the hood down. He looks to be deep in thought.
"I remember my father, Zakuri, a thief. He told me how my mother abandoned me at a young age. I was hardly able to walk when he took me in. He tought me the basics of fighting and the art of thievery and deception. He was a member of the thieves guild in the town of Carlamill. After he died, I was on my own. One night i was breaking into an old man's house. He caught me, held a knife to my throat, but he showed me mercy and didnt kill me. He told me the err of my ways. He told me how those who help others get more out of life. I try to help others. I realy do. It's difficult to do so since i have been a thief all my life. After my run in with the old man, i gave up my life of crime to become a mercenary. I try to only get jobs from good people. i dont tend to kill unless i am hired by the town to kill an outlaw. I dont enjoy murder. I have been part of the town guard, i have guarded travelers and town members from outlaws. The run in with that old man changed my life.
so thats my life. Exciting, adventurous, but i need more in my life. I live because i am an exeptional fighter, and diplomat(if you call lying diplomacy). I need more. I need friends. I am a loner, but i wish i wasnt.
end of background. i will make some more stories about him being a bodyguard and whatnot later
At the bar of the Red Fox Inn, a man sat, sipping at a mug of ale. The man's name was Zrycc.(pronounced zry kuh) He was a slender, thin shouldered man of average hight. He had deep blue eyes, short brown hair, and a thin patch of a beard. He wore a dark cloak with the hood down. He looks to be deep in thought.
"I remember my father, Zakuri, a thief. He told me how my mother abandoned me at a young age. I was hardly able to walk when he took me in. He tought me the basics of fighting and the art of thievery and deception. He was a member of the thieves guild in the town of Carlamill. After he died, I was on my own. One night i was breaking into an old man's house. He caught me, held a knife to my throat, but he showed me mercy and didnt kill me. He told me the err of my ways. He told me how those who help others get more out of life. I try to help others. I realy do. It's difficult to do so since i have been a thief all my life. After my run in with the old man, i gave up my life of crime to become a mercenary. I try to only get jobs from good people. i dont tend to kill unless i am hired by the town to kill an outlaw. I dont enjoy murder. I have been part of the town guard, i have guarded travelers and town members from outlaws. The run in with that old man changed my life.
so thats my life. Exciting, adventurous, but i need more in my life. I live because i am an exeptional fighter, and diplomat(if you call lying diplomacy). I need more. I need friends. I am a loner, but i wish i wasnt.
end of background. i will make some more stories about him being a bodyguard and whatnot later
