"From 1212, a lucky yur. Grapes er all perfectly watered und plump. My gray granda, he acshually ate dem grapes. Bet dey was sa bess." he said, then stopped hard to think of the wineries name. "I think twas the Ash valley winery, near a volcana. Very fertile and such. Lishen, you take the ress uh dat bottle thur cuz I shuldn't have no more. Still half of it leff probly. 250 gold coins worth, ma treat fer ya," he said. "I look forward to eaten yer food, and gooday."
[Feokris]
Fredrick got the door just as she began knocking, for he had been waiting by it. He opened it and welcomed her inside. "Welcome to the Grandtree mansion madame. The master awaits your company in his study, the third room to the left." he said, closing the door as she entered.
"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Grandtree! It was quite delicious. I look forward to our adventure together, sir."
Ulrich left the exquisite mansion, bottle of brandy in left hand, bottle of wine in the other. As soon as the door closed behind him, he let out a loud bark of laughter. Ahhh, what a drunken fool. I'll buy myself some new clothes with the extras.
Ulrich decided to head to the local bakery/tavern to celebrate.
[Mr_Grandtree]
"Thank you, sir." Sasha said to Frederick, curtsying. She then followed the hallway, counting the doors as she went. When she arrived at the third room, she stood in the doorway, arms wrapped around her waist. "Um... Hello, Mr. Grandtree." She said softly, her voice shaking a bit. 'Damn it, Sasha! Why the hell are you nervous?' She thought to herself. The man was a lot different than she had imagined him to be. She thought he was going to be another rugged old man, in his fifties or so. She quietly waited in the door frame, looking around the study.
"Yes, come in come in. Why do you stand in the doorway like that? I swear, I don't bite," he said, laughing at the woman. He was slightly disappointed, but not entirely. Though she was no foreign olive skinned beauty, she was nothing to look over. Beautiful, maybe not, but very cute. Delightfully cute really, but that was not what caught his attention, it was her eyes. They were red, but somehow they were not a violent red, but... Something else. He couldn't put his finger on it. He quickly broke eye contact before it became awkward. "Please, sit. Can I offer you anything, food, drink?" Again, he employed his devilish grin. He overused it perhaps, but it's affects were definite. Woman swooned, and he knew it.
Ulrich entered the tavern, to see it surprisingly empty, save for the staff and two men at one table. He walked up to the counter and said loudly, "Barkeep! A flagon of your finest whiskey!" When he was given his drink, Ulrich swaggered his way over to the two men. He planned on being overly drunk tonight, when he saw the two men had the same paper as his invitation. He stopped, wondering at the two men, one large and heavily muscled, the other was slim, but had a sense of power coming from him. Ulrich pulled his invitation from his pocket, and walked over to the two men.
"You two, as well?"
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Sasha smiled, and walked into the room. She caught him looking at her eyes, but thought nothing of it, seeing as most people did due to their unusual color. She took a seat, and looked up at him. "Umm, sure. What exactly do you have..?" Sasha sighed to herself. He was rich. He probably had anything she named. She sat up straight in her chair, and uncrossed her arms, placing them folded in her lap. She really was far too shy upon first impressions. That was, at least, until she had even a sip of a drink. Seeing his grin, Sasha adjusted in her seat, shying back a little.
"Come now, such a shame to be shy of me." he said, tsking to himself. "Well, we have anything you could imagine and more, so what would you like. Perhaps something alcoholic, it may help you relax," he said, examining his guest. A fine specimen. Yes, she would do just fine for him. He would have to get rid of her shyness, but he had overcome it before and he was certain now would be no different. He decided to be bold to compensate for her lack there of. "Maybe a massage, loosen you up. We can't discuss while that cat holds your tongue," he said, losing his grin and replacing it with something more sympathetic.
Sasha giggled lightly. "I suppose..." As she listened, her eyes widened for a quick second when he offered something alcoholic. "Hmm... I suppose a drink would be good." She said energetically. "And... No need for a massage... The drink alone should be fine. Thank you, though! And I suppose your right... Also, anything works, as far as the drink goes... I like them all..."
"Rum? Get you in the island mood? Personally, it is not my favorite, but all this planning of our tropical excursion," he said, not bothering finishing. He grabbed two small glasses and popped ice into them, filling the rest with a generous amount of rum. Honestly, he should not be drinking, for he was still tipsy from earlier, but he hid it well. He handed her the drink and sat down with his. "So, you are the Navigator hmm?" he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. "You are experienced I assume?"
Sasha took the drink politely, and took a couple gulps. She grinned at him, and slouched back a bit in the chair. As usual, the effects of the drink made her a lot more sociable. "Sure am! Have you seriously not heard the story about me?" She stuck out her tongue playfully, and winked. "I'm a bit famous around here, ya know?" She pulled hair from her face, and tucked it behind her ear, while crossing her legs. "This stuff is pretty good, by the way." She said, laughing a bit. She had never had anything expensive before, so to her, rum was the best she would ever taste.
"It oughta be. Wasn't cheap," he said, enjoying her more by the second. Cute was just the word, he had pegged her perfect. He had never had a woman with red eyes before, and now he was determined that he would. Added to his ever growing bucket list. "Sadly, I never heard your story, but please, do tell," he said playfully.
William lazily flipped his invitation around over and over, checking and rechecking the address of Grandtree's mansion and the time. He kept checking the clock 5:30. 5:31. He'd changed his mind about what he thought of the trip, for now it seemed very exciting. As he daydreamed about mountains of gold and riches his clock struck six times. ****, I'm late. William ran out of his house, up the street and to Grandtree's massive mansion and ratted on the door with the golden handle. He checked his stopwatch. 6:04. He was late, as always. He ratted again. This time, the door opened and Frederick rushed out.
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Sasha giggled a bit. "There's expensive rum out there..?" She looked a bit shocked. Never before had she heard of an expensive bottle of rum. She swallowed the last bit of her drink, placed it down, and leaned forward, her forearms resting on her knees. She told him all about her childhood, about how she got to Port Golden, and about the story she was famous for. When she finished, she laughed, and sat back in her chair. "And... That's my story! Anything else you want to know??" She rubbed the back of her head, and grinned. '****... I think I might have downed too much too fast...'
Scott nodded and sat through her yapping for a while. Funny, she was cuter when she was shy... he thought to himself. He amused himself during the time by drinking the rum, which was actually famous rum, and he had wished he had a moment before she began to tell her how it had been one of the last bottles of rum on the late and great pirating ship "The Crow" which had sunk over a dozen naval ships. The rum itself was good, but nothing expensive in and of itself. When she finished, he tried to decide on something witty to say. "Yes. What do you think of me. Honest. Don't kiss up because I am captain," he said calmly. He sat back in his chair and relaxed. It was a very interesting question, sure to daze this poor young lass, but he asked it all the same, hoping for a positive response.
[Fooo]
[It is rapped, not ratted... Also, why did Fredrick rush out? I can't really post until I know what you just did with my butler...]
*Sorry for the lengthy app, got a bit carried away.
Your character's name: Cole Verdi
Your character's age: 19
Your character's skill:
Cole is first-most a musician. Give him any instrument, and with a bit of fiddling, he will be able to play it like he's been playing it for the longest time. Although he only carries a lute around, he is able to play instruments of all kinds. If he had the strength to carry around more, he would. But he lacks the power to do so. In fact, carrying around a lute is hard for him.
Another skill of Cole's is his heightened senses. His sense of hearing and sight is way above a normal person. Which also contributes to the reason why he is such a good musician. He is usually the first to hear any disturbance, allowing him to warn others ahead of time, through his hearing, and to spot out things from afar with his sight. The position of being a scout of some sort would suit him well also. However, there is one catch. Again, due to his lack of strength, he has no capability to fight hand to hand. Any skill that requires physical strength (Fist fighting, Swords, etc) he fails at miserably. Most of the misery he has had in his life is probably because he cannot defend himself in such a way.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
His dark brown hair sticking out in all directions makes his face look younger than it is, giving him a more childish appearance. His brown eyes that match his hair look to the distance. When he talks to others, they claim he seems to look right through them. His nose doesn't stick out prominently, although it isn't unnoticeable as well. His narrow shoulders cause his body to seem more frail and lanky. He rarely smiles, nor frowns. His face is usually set in a gloomy expression. His long legs and fingers make an even larger emphasis on his lankiness. He doesn't slouch, but his head seems to be slightly bowed, as if his neck can't support the weight of his head. He is quite thin, lacking fat or muscle. His height is a little less than six feet, although people pick on him because he looks frail and weak, which he actually is. When he walks, he walks in almost a shuffle, though he takes proper steps.
Autobiography of your character:
Cole was born from a well-off family, their success found in the port in which they live in. He had two older brothers which their parents were proud of, due to their successes in whatever they did academically. Cole's parents were disappointed when they first saw Cole with their own eyes, after he was born. The doctors thought he wouldn't last the night, seeing how small and weak he was. Cole couldn't even cry healthily when he was born. As Cole grew up, he was constantly picked on by his brothers, who forced him to do whatever they wanted him to. Even his parents looked down on him, pitying his weakness. They always thought little of him, assuming he wasn't capable of doing anything right. Cole, who could see through them, saw how everyone viewed him. He realized he was different. He realized he was shunned by society, because of his weakness. Cole figured this out when he was 8 years old.
From then on, Cole lived a bleak life, not knowing what to do with his life, until he saw a street musician out on the streets, playing music. He was fascinated. His sensitive ears enjoyed the sound flowing from the musician's instrument.
After that event, he listened to the music of the musician by the window, after his father had left for work, and his mother for noon tea with her friends day by day, for years.
One day, as the leaves fell from the trees, Cole sat by the window, confused. The musician was not there. For the next week, he sat by the window, waiting for him to come. But he did not. The musician would not be coming back, as he left the world. Cole's life was depressing from then on, having nothing to look forward to.
Cole walked out back into the family garden one day, after recovering from a fever. He longed for the fresh air, and after his parents had left, snuck out to the yard. He was walking through the flowers, when he tripped over an unsightly mound in the dirt. He got back up, turning around to see what he tripped over. His shoes had uncovered a wooden corner. Curious, he uncovered the rest of the mound with much effort. A box, latched shut. He opened it, with a gasp. There it was, the beautiful lute that the musician on the street played, with a note. The note stated that the musician had seen him in the window everyday, watching him play. Touched, the musician never left that corner because Cole was always there, expecting him. He also stated that if Cole was reading this letter, than the musician had passed away, and left his prized possession with Cole. A farewell note addressed to Cole. He was determined to live up to the musician. He had finally found something to live for, to become a musician like the one he listened to everyday.
Years passed, and he was well known throughout the town, except for his own family. Like the musician, he went out everyday, when no one was home, to play on the streets. Eventually he became well known enough where bar owners and even event planners asked him to play performances to entertain their customers and guests. Sadly, he always had his earned money stolen from muggers, and because he could not defend himself, he always lost his hard-earned coins.
His parents caught him doing this secret profession when he came home one day with a black eye, bloody nose, and bruises over his body. After extracting information from Cole, they figured out that he was playing as a musician. His parents were shamed. Shamed to the point where they disowned him as a child. They could not believe that he had been hiding this from them the whole time. They threatened to break his lute that they uncovered as well, and were going to set one of his brothers home at all times to keep him in the house. Cole wouldn't stand for that. He was tired of his family, saddened by all the hardships they gave him. Fully aware that he would probably die before making his own life outside, he ran away from home when his brother watching over Cole dozed off. Lute in hand, he ran off to the tavern that he used to play at.
Why do you want to join this RP:
Well, I want to join this RP mainly because I want the heavy load of managing a well-run RP off my back. And the members here seem well-versed, level-headed, and experienced.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Cole slowly picked up the parchment laying on the bar table in front of him. "What is this..." he mumbled, reaching out for the scrap of paper. He had walked into the tavern and shuffled over to a vacant table when he found this right smack in the middle of the table. "Wh- and invitation? A ship. This..." he trailed off. All the possibilities rushed through his head. "With this... I can start a new life! Away from this port, away from my family. With others. But..." the gloomy expression reappeared as he thought about how the others embarking on this ship could be possibly mean people, like his parents. A look of determination replaced the sad face. "Doesn't matter. I'll die trying. I WILL show them that I am not useless," he muttered to himself.
*Sorry for the lacking example, I was kinda spent writing the autobiography. Oh, and sorry for words that are repeated constantly, I lost track of it.))
[@Tracks: Accepted of course. Please, amuse yourself with however you wish to spend your characters two days before we set sail. it is currently Friday, and there is not real time, for our characters all exist in different times, including mine, who now inhabits three.]
[None to speak of. A musician is a logical need among a crew to keep high spirits, and he has a good enough flaw to account for his heightened sense. A well rounded character all around and I wouldn't change a thing. Bravo.]
[Well, you did say more younger... But that is something I can easily overlook. :smile.gif:]
Ludwig had not noticed the two gentlemen in front of him until he had completely downed his ale and spotted them through the glass bottom of the tankard. "Hail sirs!" Ludwig said, he had heard them discussing his invitation "so, are we to be comrades in this coming adventure? Very good! The name's Ludwig, nice to meet you both." A drip of ale dropped off the corner of Ludwig's grin as he shot his arm forward toward the man closest to him, the one with the baggy eyes. Ludwig looked to the other man who also looked like he had calloused and scarred hands, even though they were probably cooking burns "so good sir, looks like your hands have had their work cut out. Do you box perchance?"
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"From 1212, a lucky yur. Grapes er all perfectly watered und plump. My gray granda, he acshually ate dem grapes. Bet dey was sa bess." he said, then stopped hard to think of the wineries name. "I think twas the Ash valley winery, near a volcana. Very fertile and such. Lishen, you take the ress uh dat bottle thur cuz I shuldn't have no more. Still half of it leff probly. 250 gold coins worth, ma treat fer ya," he said. "I look forward to eaten yer food, and gooday."
[Feokris]
Fredrick got the door just as she began knocking, for he had been waiting by it. He opened it and welcomed her inside. "Welcome to the Grandtree mansion madame. The master awaits your company in his study, the third room to the left." he said, closing the door as she entered.
"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Grandtree! It was quite delicious. I look forward to our adventure together, sir."
Ulrich left the exquisite mansion, bottle of brandy in left hand, bottle of wine in the other. As soon as the door closed behind him, he let out a loud bark of laughter.
Ahhh, what a drunken fool. I'll buy myself some new clothes with the extras.
Ulrich decided to head to the local bakery/tavern to celebrate.
"Thank you, sir." Sasha said to Frederick, curtsying. She then followed the hallway, counting the doors as she went. When she arrived at the third room, she stood in the doorway, arms wrapped around her waist. "Um... Hello, Mr. Grandtree." She said softly, her voice shaking a bit. 'Damn it, Sasha! Why the hell are you nervous?' She thought to herself. The man was a lot different than she had imagined him to be. She thought he was going to be another rugged old man, in his fifties or so. She quietly waited in the door frame, looking around the study.
~DED
"Yes, come in come in. Why do you stand in the doorway like that? I swear, I don't bite," he said, laughing at the woman. He was slightly disappointed, but not entirely. Though she was no foreign olive skinned beauty, she was nothing to look over. Beautiful, maybe not, but very cute. Delightfully cute really, but that was not what caught his attention, it was her eyes. They were red, but somehow they were not a violent red, but... Something else. He couldn't put his finger on it. He quickly broke eye contact before it became awkward. "Please, sit. Can I offer you anything, food, drink?" Again, he employed his devilish grin. He overused it perhaps, but it's affects were definite. Woman swooned, and he knew it.
Ulrich entered the tavern, to see it surprisingly empty, save for the staff and two men at one table. He walked up to the counter and said loudly, "Barkeep! A flagon of your finest whiskey!" When he was given his drink, Ulrich swaggered his way over to the two men. He planned on being overly drunk tonight, when he saw the two men had the same paper as his invitation. He stopped, wondering at the two men, one large and heavily muscled, the other was slim, but had a sense of power coming from him. Ulrich pulled his invitation from his pocket, and walked over to the two men.
"You two, as well?"
~DED
"Come now, such a shame to be shy of me." he said, tsking to himself. "Well, we have anything you could imagine and more, so what would you like. Perhaps something alcoholic, it may help you relax," he said, examining his guest. A fine specimen. Yes, she would do just fine for him. He would have to get rid of her shyness, but he had overcome it before and he was certain now would be no different. He decided to be bold to compensate for her lack there of. "Maybe a massage, loosen you up. We can't discuss while that cat holds your tongue," he said, losing his grin and replacing it with something more sympathetic.
~DED
~DED
William lazily flipped his invitation around over and over, checking and rechecking the address of Grandtree's mansion and the time. He kept checking the clock 5:30. 5:31. He'd changed his mind about what he thought of the trip, for now it seemed very exciting. As he daydreamed about mountains of gold and riches his clock struck six times. ****, I'm late. William ran out of his house, up the street and to Grandtree's massive mansion and ratted on the door with the golden handle. He checked his stopwatch. 6:04. He was late, as always. He ratted again. This time, the door opened and Frederick rushed out.
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Sasha giggled a bit. "There's expensive rum out there..?" She looked a bit shocked. Never before had she heard of an expensive bottle of rum. She swallowed the last bit of her drink, placed it down, and leaned forward, her forearms resting on her knees. She told him all about her childhood, about how she got to Port Golden, and about the story she was famous for. When she finished, she laughed, and sat back in her chair. "And... That's my story! Anything else you want to know??" She rubbed the back of her head, and grinned. '****... I think I might have downed too much too fast...'
~DED
[Feokris]
Scott nodded and sat through her yapping for a while. Funny, she was cuter when she was shy... he thought to himself. He amused himself during the time by drinking the rum, which was actually famous rum, and he had wished he had a moment before she began to tell her how it had been one of the last bottles of rum on the late and great pirating ship "The Crow" which had sunk over a dozen naval ships. The rum itself was good, but nothing expensive in and of itself. When she finished, he tried to decide on something witty to say. "Yes. What do you think of me. Honest. Don't kiss up because I am captain," he said calmly. He sat back in his chair and relaxed. It was a very interesting question, sure to daze this poor young lass, but he asked it all the same, hoping for a positive response.
[Fooo]
[It is rapped, not ratted... Also, why did Fredrick rush out? I can't really post until I know what you just did with my butler...]
*Sorry for the lengthy app, got a bit carried away.
Your character's name: Cole Verdi
Your character's age: 19
Your character's skill:
Cole is first-most a musician. Give him any instrument, and with a bit of fiddling, he will be able to play it like he's been playing it for the longest time. Although he only carries a lute around, he is able to play instruments of all kinds. If he had the strength to carry around more, he would. But he lacks the power to do so. In fact, carrying around a lute is hard for him.
Another skill of Cole's is his heightened senses. His sense of hearing and sight is way above a normal person. Which also contributes to the reason why he is such a good musician. He is usually the first to hear any disturbance, allowing him to warn others ahead of time, through his hearing, and to spot out things from afar with his sight. The position of being a scout of some sort would suit him well also. However, there is one catch. Again, due to his lack of strength, he has no capability to fight hand to hand. Any skill that requires physical strength (Fist fighting, Swords, etc) he fails at miserably. Most of the misery he has had in his life is probably because he cannot defend himself in such a way.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
His dark brown hair sticking out in all directions makes his face look younger than it is, giving him a more childish appearance. His brown eyes that match his hair look to the distance. When he talks to others, they claim he seems to look right through them. His nose doesn't stick out prominently, although it isn't unnoticeable as well. His narrow shoulders cause his body to seem more frail and lanky. He rarely smiles, nor frowns. His face is usually set in a gloomy expression. His long legs and fingers make an even larger emphasis on his lankiness. He doesn't slouch, but his head seems to be slightly bowed, as if his neck can't support the weight of his head. He is quite thin, lacking fat or muscle. His height is a little less than six feet, although people pick on him because he looks frail and weak, which he actually is. When he walks, he walks in almost a shuffle, though he takes proper steps.
Autobiography of your character:
Cole was born from a well-off family, their success found in the port in which they live in. He had two older brothers which their parents were proud of, due to their successes in whatever they did academically. Cole's parents were disappointed when they first saw Cole with their own eyes, after he was born. The doctors thought he wouldn't last the night, seeing how small and weak he was. Cole couldn't even cry healthily when he was born. As Cole grew up, he was constantly picked on by his brothers, who forced him to do whatever they wanted him to. Even his parents looked down on him, pitying his weakness. They always thought little of him, assuming he wasn't capable of doing anything right. Cole, who could see through them, saw how everyone viewed him. He realized he was different. He realized he was shunned by society, because of his weakness. Cole figured this out when he was 8 years old.
From then on, Cole lived a bleak life, not knowing what to do with his life, until he saw a street musician out on the streets, playing music. He was fascinated. His sensitive ears enjoyed the sound flowing from the musician's instrument.
After that event, he listened to the music of the musician by the window, after his father had left for work, and his mother for noon tea with her friends day by day, for years.
One day, as the leaves fell from the trees, Cole sat by the window, confused. The musician was not there. For the next week, he sat by the window, waiting for him to come. But he did not. The musician would not be coming back, as he left the world. Cole's life was depressing from then on, having nothing to look forward to.
Cole walked out back into the family garden one day, after recovering from a fever. He longed for the fresh air, and after his parents had left, snuck out to the yard. He was walking through the flowers, when he tripped over an unsightly mound in the dirt. He got back up, turning around to see what he tripped over. His shoes had uncovered a wooden corner. Curious, he uncovered the rest of the mound with much effort. A box, latched shut. He opened it, with a gasp. There it was, the beautiful lute that the musician on the street played, with a note. The note stated that the musician had seen him in the window everyday, watching him play. Touched, the musician never left that corner because Cole was always there, expecting him. He also stated that if Cole was reading this letter, than the musician had passed away, and left his prized possession with Cole. A farewell note addressed to Cole. He was determined to live up to the musician. He had finally found something to live for, to become a musician like the one he listened to everyday.
Years passed, and he was well known throughout the town, except for his own family. Like the musician, he went out everyday, when no one was home, to play on the streets. Eventually he became well known enough where bar owners and even event planners asked him to play performances to entertain their customers and guests. Sadly, he always had his earned money stolen from muggers, and because he could not defend himself, he always lost his hard-earned coins.
His parents caught him doing this secret profession when he came home one day with a black eye, bloody nose, and bruises over his body. After extracting information from Cole, they figured out that he was playing as a musician. His parents were shamed. Shamed to the point where they disowned him as a child. They could not believe that he had been hiding this from them the whole time. They threatened to break his lute that they uncovered as well, and were going to set one of his brothers home at all times to keep him in the house. Cole wouldn't stand for that. He was tired of his family, saddened by all the hardships they gave him. Fully aware that he would probably die before making his own life outside, he ran away from home when his brother watching over Cole dozed off. Lute in hand, he ran off to the tavern that he used to play at.
Why do you want to join this RP:
Well, I want to join this RP mainly because I want the heavy load of managing a well-run RP off my back. And the members here seem well-versed, level-headed, and experienced.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Cole slowly picked up the parchment laying on the bar table in front of him. "What is this..." he mumbled, reaching out for the scrap of paper. He had walked into the tavern and shuffled over to a vacant table when he found this right smack in the middle of the table. "Wh- and invitation? A ship. This..." he trailed off. All the possibilities rushed through his head. "With this... I can start a new life! Away from this port, away from my family. With others. But..." the gloomy expression reappeared as he thought about how the others embarking on this ship could be possibly mean people, like his parents. A look of determination replaced the sad face. "Doesn't matter. I'll die trying. I WILL show them that I am not useless," he muttered to himself.
*Sorry for the lacking example, I was kinda spent writing the autobiography. Oh, and sorry for words that are repeated constantly, I lost track of it.))
[Well, you did say more younger... But that is something I can easily overlook. :smile.gif:]
Ludwig had not noticed the two gentlemen in front of him until he had completely downed his ale and spotted them through the glass bottom of the tankard. "Hail sirs!" Ludwig said, he had heard them discussing his invitation "so, are we to be comrades in this coming adventure? Very good! The name's Ludwig, nice to meet you both." A drip of ale dropped off the corner of Ludwig's grin as he shot his arm forward toward the man closest to him, the one with the baggy eyes. Ludwig looked to the other man who also looked like he had calloused and scarred hands, even though they were probably cooking burns "so good sir, looks like your hands have had their work cut out. Do you box perchance?"
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((Because he didn't answer the door on the first time. :tongue.gif: I would've rushed too.))
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