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Thom Merrilin...again... « Thread Started on Oct 10, 2007, 6:37pm »
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Name: Thom Merrilin Gender: Male Age: 25 (but he looks 60) Primary Draconium Influence: Light Green Secondary Draconium Influence: Blue, red, white Dragon: Crew: Occupation: He's a thief (but no evidence against to prove it was ever found)
IF you manage to see him, he'll probably be masquerading as a normal middle-class citizen...well, as normal as you can get when you're wearing a cape that looks like it's made of a thousand multi-colored patches...but you know what I mean...I hope...
Description: Lean, he would have been tall if not for a stoop to his shoulders, but he moved in a spiry fashion that belied his apparent age. His cloak seemed a mass of patches, in odd shapes and sizes, fluttering with every breath of air, patches in a hundred colors. It was really quite thick with the patches merely sewn on like decorations.
The white-haired man whirled, cloak flaring. His coat had odd, baggy sleeves and big pockets. Thick mustaches, as snowy as the hair on his head, quivered around his mouth, and his face was gnarled like a tree that had seen hard times. He gestured imperiously with a long-stemmed pipe, ornately carved, that trailed a wisp of smoke. Blue eyes peered out from under bushy white brows, drilling into whatever he looked at. ((Thanks, bob)).
But, when he's plying his trade...Well built, he was average height, and wore darkness like a cloak. It spilled off him and, to an untrained eye, it seemed to make the surrounding area slightly darker. He had a deep old gash from his hairline to his right cheekbone that passed through his eye.
Personality:
Understandably, Thom is a recluse. He wants no friends, he hates his family, and he wants no allies. He just wants money and people that owe him favors. Thom is the kind of person who would rather have nice people for lunch than have lunch with nice people. He wishes that he would be left alone to ply his trade.....but it never works out that way...Recently at least...
Thom genuinely believes that he is the best there is, \that he is the master thief. In this way, he is arrogant...but able to back it up. He believes it so strongly that he uses no gear but a knife, a blackjack, and an occasional flash mine; he believes that he is so good that he wears the equivalent of (what we know as) steel tipped ski-boots, and even with that, you'll never hear him.
Thom is a master of deception; he is rarely seen, and never unintentionally caught. When he's not plying his trade, which is usually at night (he does run a few day missions, but ONLY when ABSOLUTELY necessary), he's masquerading as a flashy, well-known gleeman up in Sun-city, Gravelroot Spire, Clearstone, or some other place that is loaded with '"Prim-and-Proper" drivel' as he says. But...of course, that doesn't mean he dislikes it...quite the contrary...he has his reasons for liking it, (*cough*money*cough*)...excuse me, my computer seems to have a cold...
Thom sees murder as the mark of the amature...and the mechanists... He holds fiercely to the belief that 'the less people you kill, the less evidence there is, and the quality of the job is that much higher.
Be carefull when approaching Thom with a job offer, he is VERY touchy when it comes to how you found him. Most of the time, he'd just as soon slit your throat as soon as you walk in the door than listen to what you have to say. However, he can be.....distracted...*coins thud on table*
History: Still don't have it done....yet...
Gear: None...yet...
Role-play Sample:
Thom's boots practically inaudibly thudded on the top of the bell tower.
Hmm...you don't see too many bell towers around...Why is there one here? Thom thought.
Thom looked out at his view, "Hey, the city looks almost bearable from up here!"
The gap between rooftops was not very wide, so, Thom jumped to the nearest rooftop, "If I follow this road to the north, it should take me to the mechanist building."
As he jumped from roof to roof, the rooftops eventually came to an end. Thom looked around from the corner, and saw two guard towers intersected by a street.
"...And I'm telling you that the only stench hardier than your rotting burrok of a master, is the liquor on his fetid breath." said a guard on the left tower to the guards on the other side, "If he comes near "Lady VanVernnon again, We'll Boil his knickers!"
"Oh, HO!" came the reply from the other side, "Mighty fine words coming from a knock-kneed, inbred, page boy such as yourself! Our good master Willy wouldn't be caught near that frumpy...little...Trollop! Unless he were holding her back at the end of a HALBERD!"
"How DARE you defile the name of someone so good and virtuous as the Lady VanVernnon! Our lady is a Saint among mortal women!" yelled the guard, "an angel so pure that the HEAVENS couldn't hold her!"
"BUAHAHAHAHA!" Yelled the guard as he roared with laughter, "Your Lady? An angel? You're lucky the Dark Side WHORE KEEPS aren't bashing down her doors for stealing their clientele! Why just last night, I saw her out back, warming up the STABLE BOY!"
"SUCH SLANDER WILL NOT BE TOLERATED WHILE WE'RE ON WATCH!" Roared the guard, "YOU'D BEST RUN AND RESCUE YOUR HELPLESS, LIMP LORD BEFORE HE FLOUNDERS IN HIS OWN VOMIT! OR WAKES UP NAKED IN A HAND COOP! SCURRY OFF! OR WE'LL REQUIRE SOME UNNECESSARY VENTILATION!"
"Is that a threat? You shriveled old maid! You'll go to Pritckas with your sowing needles!" yelled back the guard, "on this side of the street, we shoot like soldiers! So don't make promises that your mag turrets can't keep!"
"YOU'VE GONE...YOU'VE GONE TO FAR THIS TIME, YOU CAMEL-MANNERED GOODLEGWINNING MOLLYCODDLE!" yelled the guard so angrily that his voice broke, "AN ARROW IN THE THROAT 'OUGHT TO SHUT YOU UP!"
"RAAAAAHH!! HAVE AT THEE!!" yelled the other guard.
The two towers ((no reference intended)) started to shoot mag pulses at each other.
After the carnage was over, there was only one guard left.
She has 206 kills accredited to her. Tyoushou had said.
Ha! Being an assassin is one thing, but letting people know how many people you've killed? HA! Killing is the mark of amateurs! And a good way to get yourself killed...or worse thought Thom as he climbed the ladder of the tower with the remaining guard.
*THOCK* "Feel...Fun-ny-eahhhh..." sputtered the guard as he slumped to the floor.
To his left, he spotted an open window, Well, it is a hot night...
So, he crept over to it, and jumped inside.
The light was on, but no one was in the room. The floor was carpeted with a thick, rather blandly designed brown rug. To the right of him, was a small table that came up to his waist, on it was a potted plant and a purple bag. Thom left the plant, and took the bag. Money. About 147 Drakkals was his estimate. He saw another window, also open, at the other end of the room. He darted to that, and climbed out.
A few minutes and rooftops later, Thom heard voices "...We want whatever you can carry! Now hurry up you lumbering ox!"
"Alright, alright, It's just that I can't hardly see nothin'!"
He crept over to where he heard the voices, Housebreakers. How quaint! thought Thom, rather amused.
"What you'll see is the heft of my staff on your brow if you don't hurry up! There's a blue-coat in the building!"
"BLUE-COATS! WHERE?"
"Ugh...never mind...Just hurry up!"
Suddenly, there was a loud CRASH and the guard burst through the door, and started wailing on the two thieves. When they had both finally collapsed, the guard hauled one of them off over his shoulder.
Thom swooped down, and grabbed the two would-be thieves' loot and escaped before the guard came back.
"Much obliged, Gentlemen!"
As Thom kept moving from roof to roof, he came to an odd building. It was a tower made of...brick...what is this? Red and Grey? Whatever it is, I hope it holds!
He found an entrance. It was a small circular room, lined with bookshelves, next to a single table with a slab of cheese. In the middle of the room, there was a semi-circle of metal, with a button on either side. Thom noticed that one of the books on the bookshelf facing the door was pulled out. So, he took it down, and a circular slab of stone pulled away from the center of the room, revealing a metal elevator.
He stepped onto the elevator, and pressed the button on the right, and went slowly down.
He saw a skeleton lying on the bed with a knife in its hands. The skeleton had been picked clean. Beside the bed, there was a scroll of paper. It read:
"Whosoever finds this note, I bid thee farewell, for I no longer dwell in your domain of fetid flesh. My essence is now forever preserved in the Plane of Earth, beyond the reaches of fear and Fire. I owe my transcendence to the Book of Ash, that tome of legend I recovered so long ago from the sands of long forgotten kings. Within its pages lie the secrets of life, death...and undeath. The Hand forbade its study, for it drove so many into madness, but I have succeeded where others have failed. But be warned! The truth is hidden from the unworthy. Blacken thy heart, or face the prisoners of flesh. --Azaran the Cruel
Thom didn't even hesitate, he just pressed the up button. When the elevator stopped, he stepped out, and pressed the down button. This sent another pad down, he stepped on, and pressed the up button.
When the elevator stopped, he found himself staring at a window, over a fire. Behind him lay a stone desk with two candles (which he took) and a book. He opened it and read silently. It read:
Hakannen bxs'hanthu jiollux plenfanth, er bujerisferoth.
Phir tun Ferunith!
Thom heard a stomach-curling groan of pain directly behind him. Without even thinking, Thom pulled his steel hunting knife from under his cloak, and swung it like a sword.
The knife penetrated and tore flesh, sending whoever was behind him backward with surprise.
Thom looked up, and saw the form of a woman with rotting flesh, and only one arm picking herself up, and trudging toward him as if she had not a bone in her body.
"UHH! AAAHH!!" he yelled, frightened half to death by the fact that the knife had cut into her ribcage, and the knife was lodged in her heart, yet she was still walking toward him.
He ran and body-slammed her...it into the fire, and jumped out the window as fast as he could.
Lucky for him, there was a ledge on the building adjacent to the tower.
He sat there, shivering for 4 minutes.
Much later into the night, Thom rounded the corner, and slipped into a room with paintings hanging on the walls, and statues in every corner. Two women sat on a couch in the middle of the room, gazing into a blazing fire. ((Not at each other. Don't worry. That'd be...on second thought...just pretend like I never said that...))
Don't mind me, ladies, just passing through... he thought as he took the purse from under the couch.
Once he climbed out the window, a particularly strong gust of wind caught his cloak and sent it fluttering in the wind, though still attached to him.
He climbed up a ladder, and onto the wall of one last building, and...there it was...Dragon watch.
It stood there, almost two miles high, a colossal slab of black metal, with an indescribable blue spire jutting out of the top.
On each side, there was a titanic figure of a dragon, wings unfurled, roaring out into the world.
"Hmmm...Dragonwatch. This is the castle of the future, huh? Hah! I'll take my tenement any day of the week."
I hear there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat, I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me. -Dr. Seuss
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Re: Thom Merrilin...again... « Reply #1 on Oct 13, 2007, 11:46am »
Role-play sample's fine, but please flesh out the history and personality a bit, and I think you're good to go.
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Re: Thom Merrilin...again... « Reply #2 on Oct 13, 2007, 11:54am »
Thank you kindly, ma'am.
When you say "Please flesh out the history and personality...", I know how to do that with the history...but how do you mean that with the personality?
Do you mean elaborate? Just add more substance/traits to it?
I hear there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat, I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me. -Dr. Seuss
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Re: Thom Merrilin...again... « Reply #3 on Oct 13, 2007, 2:13pm »
-shrug- Either way works fine. Both of them are a bit... to be blunt, skimpy in what we're looking for. Thom's an interesting enough character, from what I've seen; ellaborate and add on about what makes him different.
I hear there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat, I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me. -Dr. Seuss
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Re: Thom Merrilin...again... « Reply #5 on Dec 11, 2007, 10:40am »
Nope, no cannon exists. Hench the term Alternate Universe.
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