Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s Comments (group member since Apr 26, 2010)

Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s comments from the Massacre group.

Iorek kept watching.

((Am I British?))

He looked at her from 50 meters away.

He stopped outside the inn, sword drawn.

He finished his drink and left toward the inn across the way.

"Me too," he said, getting his drink. "I was due for duty an hour ago."

"OK." He took another sip of his drink. It was now empty. He flagged down the beertender and ordered another.

"How did I know what?"

He put his hand on her shoulder. "I know that feeling. My whole village was burned. I survived by hiding in a well. The blood of my mother fell into the well, covering me. I still have it in a vial. My father tried to help, but his torch died out. Only I saw it, but no one believed me. I found his body right outside the town."

He took a small sip. "Do you not think fear helps people? Not only us, but those who feel it too?"

"It's fine. These people fear us enough." He looked behind him, laughing when he saw people looking back nervously.

Iorek looked at the girl next to him and recognized her almost instantly. "Alex? The army assassin, right?"

Iorek walked across the street into the bar. He sat down and ordered a drink.

((This is where your characters hang around in bars... and get killed by assassins, but not too much.))

Ohh... OK.

Name: Iorek Byrnison III
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 6'1"
Weapon(s): Steel longsword, steel kitesheild
Crush: Eventually...
Personality: Strong, caring, protective, quick to fight.
Appearance: Dark brown hair, light blue eyes, overlarge helmet
Other: Wants to desert from army and become a rogue.
History: Family killed and village burned when he was twelve, enlisted at 18, always wanted to explore new places.

Wait a moment... Assassin? Wouldn't she be in rogue, then?

...I*f it's a normal animal, like a wolf or lion or something.

OH... OK.

What the hell is MIT?

((This is a violent Roll Play. Keep that blood spilling for your people!))