Sir Ithmagpe regarded the world around him. The bright sun, the beautiful plains. He wondered out loud, "I wonder why this place hasn't been exploited yet?" He laughed at his own observation, "Oh, sometimes I can be SO droll!" Regarding the sun, and knowing that it sets in the West, he decided to go North. After all, he wanted to protect his good side, his right one. So he set off at a comfortable pace, hoping to find something new or interesting.
Sir Ithmagpe walked down the echoing halls quickly, he didn't want to been seen too much. Suddenly, a servant called out, "Sir? Where are you going Sir?" The sound of a hand slapping a forehead rang out through the halls. Sir Ithmagpe swerved around to look at the maid, who wasn't exactly trembling at the sight of him. Sir Ithmagpe was regarded to be a gentle, simple guy. He smiled a warm smile at her, and said, "It seems that by you calling me, you have attracted my attention, therefore DECREASING my awareness of my general vicinity, leaving my quite vulnerable and open. Now, I may be sounding a bit xenophobic, but I haven't seen you before, INCREASING the odds that this is an attempt at subterfuge and clandestineness, for which the aforementioned attempt at stealth to succeed requires me to abscond. So farewell!"
He hurried off before the maid could entirely piece together what he had just said. Afterwards he had realized how stupid he was and that he could have just said he was going to a party. Ah well, we do what we do. He made it out to the stables, where he attached his rapier to his belt, and got on the horse. He took a breath, and then smiled slightly. "Oh please Ithmagpe, what could POSSIBLY go wrong?" How stupid of him to say that.
Interesting. I may play a floater in a top hat who uses auto-tune to make his voice sound deep and threatening. After all, every advanced civilization needs some way to make untalented people's singing sound better!
Sir Ithmagpe lay on his bed, bored out of his mind. He rolled over onto his stomach, and pulled the rope at the side of his bed. He smiled as he imagined the chaos down at the kitchens, the servants wondering why he was asking for breakfast in the noon. He sat up, and brushed at his coat. His butler came in, Butler.
"Come here Butler." Sir Ithmagpe could barely keep the bored expression off of his face.
"Sir?" Proper, as always.
Butler placed the tray on the dresser, he was used to waiting out Sir Ithmagpe's (often childish) outbursts. He waited for Sir Ithmagpe's drone to end.
"-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored!!!"
"Sir... may I recommend the trip you have been planning? Now seems like a good time to put it into action."
Sir Ithmagpe's eyes widened.
"Aha! I've got it! It is time to put my brilliant idea into action! To the stables!"
Sir Ithmagpe jumped out of bed, trembling with excitement from his plan that came out of nowhere. He had been planning this trip for MONTHS! He ran to his dresser, sliding the tray off of it. Butler sighed. He knew who would have to clean that up. Sir Ithmagpe reached into the lowest drawer, feeling around. There was a click! and Sir Ithmagpe pulled out a letter, with a flourish that would put a magician to shame. He placed it on the table, already knowing it's contents by heart. Suddenly, he realized how ridiculous he looked. He regained his composure, not wanting to seem like a hyperactive child, though he basically was one. He walked towards the door, and as he left the room, he called back, "Don't forget to clean up the mess!"
((... Oh dear God, what have I created?))
((Actually, no. He grew up in an honest-to-goodness junkyard. Just molded over and lying about someplace. Plus, you're forgetting about the plotty robo-virus that may force Henry to make a decision he doesn't want to make. Unless that's already old news.
EDIT: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH... I see what the problem is... I guess using the word giant was a stupid decision, the robot's only the height of an regular man. I feel stupid...))
Bio: Henry never knew his mother that much. The few memories he had of her was her telling Henry stories about his home. How beautiful the leaves looked in the fall. Henry didn't even know what happened to her. However, she's all but forgotten. In her place, he's always had Zac. After all, doesn't every boy growing up need a robot protector? Zac was with him since the beginning, and until the end, Henry hopes. He is relatively middle aged for a robot, though has quite a few years left. As he WAS meant to be a protector, he has quite a few weapons, however that is balanced by the fact that he's only programmed to use them in self-defense. They spend all their time just walking around the junkyard, and though Zac is pretty taciturn, they've had some interesting conversations! Lately however, they've had less time outside. Adventurers have been calling more and more often, which is something that Henry isn't sure whether he likes or not. On one hand, they're TONS of fun! I mean, adventures are SO cool! However, with each encounter can bring uncomfortable questions, some that Henry don't even know how to answer. Zac will simply keep watch and see how Henry deals with this.
Personality: Henry has a bubbly, optimistic view on life. He constantly shout out random words as exclamations of pleasure, and he always has a new favorite word every day. He's easygoing, but always does his best to protect kids around his age and innocent people. Not that he's the most imposing defender.
Appearance: Henry is your average 13 year old boy. He has a constantly smiling face, blonde hair that he keeps under an old paperboy cap, and a few chipped teeth. He's about average height, and skinny from malnourishment. However, it doesn't keep him down. His arms have nicely developing muscles from working with heavy metals all day, and his face is usually covered in a fine layer of dust and dirt.
Location of Birth: East Citadel, though Henry has no idea.
It might just be the fact that I enjoy my own pain, but I like to make parkour stages out of everything I'm doing. Trying to get down a ravine, I'll go down the first time putting some blocks around and giving myself small holes to get into. Then, I attempt to do it and fall in lava. Or magma.
((Have I ever said how much I hate Alabama? No? Well, I hate Alabama. And Montgomery. Ugh. And don't worry, this thread isn't dead. It's like Disco, the Bees Gees keeps it on permanent life support, sillies.))
Name: Sir Ingitus Thraxien Henry Melvin Alvin George Peabody Evelyn III. Or, Sir Ithmagpe for short. Hm, maybe this acronym won't work...
Race: Man.
Age: 28.
Class: Oh, Sir Ithmagpe stays FAR away from combat. The little he may do is sit off to the side and sing an inspiring song. So... I guess... Coward?
Gender: Male.
Personality: Sir Ithmagpe is SUCH a coward. Certainly, this is from his noble upbringing, but he's a coward who likes to have FUN! He has a FIELD DAY making fun of the common folk, and all their "silly chores". He's an INCREDIBLY dislikable, considering the fact that he doesn't really care about anybody. He's posh, witty, but cultivates an image of stupidity for his advantage.
Appearance: Sir Ithmagpe is very pale, since he's spent so much of his life indoors. He's skinny, relatively weak, and his stylish brown hair is often fluffed and parts in the middle, and comes down to about the bottom of his neck in the back.
City of Residence: Gondor.
Equipment: Sir Ithmagpe starts in his soft, noble clothes. A colorful, intricate purple vest with a white shirt underneath, and a handkerchief sticking out of his collar. He does have a rapier, but it's basically useless in his hands, and just for show. He has multiple small sacks of gold hidden on his person. Oh yeah, and he has a butler, but I think that might not go under equipment. Whatever.
Strengths:
Wealth: Sir Ithmagpe is RICH, he has access to his very large fortune.
Silver Tongue: Despite the fact that he can be annoying, Sir Ithmagpe's words can carry a lot of weight with people.
Nobility: Due to his noble upbringing, Sir Ithmagpe has learned a variety of skills from languages to music. He especially likes music.
Weaknesses:
All that glitters: Even though he has access to TONS of gold, he can hardly carry it around! And it's not like there's a banking system.
A little drop of poison: Even though he can sweet talk you, he's MUCH more likely to insult you. All his life, Sir Ithmagpe's been pretty much alone, so he doesn't know how to socialize.
Not exactly xenophobia: Even Sir Ithmagpe's own species doesn't entirely trust him, considering the fact that they work for a living and he's just some noble rat.
Biography: Sir Ithmagpe had a standard childhood for a noble. He had EVERYTHING he could possibly want, and studied a wide variety of subjects. He especially enjoyed music, and is quite good at playing many instruments. As he grew up, his father was disappointed to notice that Ithmagpe wasn't exactly going to be the noble heir he wanted. He seemed... For lack of a better word, flamboyant. He loved to dance, seduce women, dress sharply, and have fun. Of course, this wasn't COMPLETELY true, to survive in court you need people to underestimate you, Sir Ithmagpe does have a bit of a noble streak in him. An event soon happened, his mother was struck down by an illness! Sir Ithmagpe took to drinking even more, if that was possible. It took a bit for him to recover, but now he's a bit more cynical, though he still seems to be an effete aristocrat. However, Sir Ithmagpe has lately been growing bored with court life, and has been planning to make a trip to the lands of the elves, to see what wonders THEY have to offer.
Name: Skulduggery Pleasant.
Gender: Male.
Species: He's a walking, talking, flying, fire throwing skeleton.
Age: Not a day over 300.
Location: In the passenger seats.
Money: Ten MILLION dollars! *puts pinkie in mouth*
Skulduggery is sitting in his seat, thankful that he's on a plane full of restless, bloodthirsty, mass murdering mercenaries.
((Ugh, anyone know about the bug power outages taking out power in the Eastern US? Guess who got affected by it? Yup... I'm STILL unable to get on normal internet, and won't be on for the rest of the week. Again, sorry for posting so little, so late to explain, but it couldn't be helped.))
"What, because I'm a ghost?" Glenn realized he was getting too angry. He attempted to regain his composure, and started again. "I think that there's more things a ghost can do to you that is worse than death. What would it be like if EVERY day of your life you woke up cold, went to bed cold, and slept cold. What if nothing you wore fit, you couldn't light a fire, and when you were in a dark tunnel, you could never see the light at the end? I could do that, even without exerting myself."
((This may or may not be my last post for the night, so... Maybye!))
"You'd have to get them to him first, and I doubt you or your cronies can make the trip from Toad town to Bowser's castle in a short amount of time on foot. And on your way, every day, every second, I will make your life miserable." Not bad for a usually taciturn person.
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He hurried off before the maid could entirely piece together what he had just said. Afterwards he had realized how stupid he was and that he could have just said he was going to a party. Ah well, we do what we do. He made it out to the stables, where he attached his rapier to his belt, and got on the horse. He took a breath, and then smiled slightly. "Oh please Ithmagpe, what could POSSIBLY go wrong?" How stupid of him to say that.
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"Come here Butler." Sir Ithmagpe could barely keep the bored expression off of his face.
"Sir?" Proper, as always.
"I... Am... Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"
Butler placed the tray on the dresser, he was used to waiting out Sir Ithmagpe's (often childish) outbursts. He waited for Sir Ithmagpe's drone to end.
"-oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored!!!"
"Sir... may I recommend the trip you have been planning? Now seems like a good time to put it into action."
Sir Ithmagpe's eyes widened.
"Aha! I've got it! It is time to put my brilliant idea into action! To the stables!"
Sir Ithmagpe jumped out of bed, trembling with excitement from his plan that came out of nowhere. He had been planning this trip for MONTHS! He ran to his dresser, sliding the tray off of it. Butler sighed. He knew who would have to clean that up. Sir Ithmagpe reached into the lowest drawer, feeling around. There was a click! and Sir Ithmagpe pulled out a letter, with a flourish that would put a magician to shame. He placed it on the table, already knowing it's contents by heart. Suddenly, he realized how ridiculous he looked. He regained his composure, not wanting to seem like a hyperactive child, though he basically was one. He walked towards the door, and as he left the room, he called back, "Don't forget to clean up the mess!"
((... Oh dear God, what have I created?))
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EDIT: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH... I see what the problem is... I guess using the word giant was a stupid decision, the robot's only the height of an regular man. I feel stupid...))
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Minecraft Forums Name: LincolnLogsV2.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Bio: Henry never knew his mother that much. The few memories he had of her was her telling Henry stories about his home. How beautiful the leaves looked in the fall. Henry didn't even know what happened to her. However, she's all but forgotten. In her place, he's always had Zac. After all, doesn't every boy growing up need a robot protector? Zac was with him since the beginning, and until the end, Henry hopes. He is relatively middle aged for a robot, though has quite a few years left. As he WAS meant to be a protector, he has quite a few weapons, however that is balanced by the fact that he's only programmed to use them in self-defense. They spend all their time just walking around the junkyard, and though Zac is pretty taciturn, they've had some interesting conversations! Lately however, they've had less time outside. Adventurers have been calling more and more often, which is something that Henry isn't sure whether he likes or not. On one hand, they're TONS of fun! I mean, adventures are SO cool! However, with each encounter can bring uncomfortable questions, some that Henry don't even know how to answer. Zac will simply keep watch and see how Henry deals with this.
Personality: Henry has a bubbly, optimistic view on life. He constantly shout out random words as exclamations of pleasure, and he always has a new favorite word every day. He's easygoing, but always does his best to protect kids around his age and innocent people. Not that he's the most imposing defender.
Appearance: Henry is your average 13 year old boy. He has a constantly smiling face, blonde hair that he keeps under an old paperboy cap, and a few chipped teeth. He's about average height, and skinny from malnourishment. However, it doesn't keep him down. His arms have nicely developing muscles from working with heavy metals all day, and his face is usually covered in a fine layer of dust and dirt.
Location of Birth: East Citadel, though Henry has no idea.
Theme Song:
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Race: Man.
Age: 28.
Class: Oh, Sir Ithmagpe stays FAR away from combat. The little he may do is sit off to the side and sing an inspiring song. So... I guess... Coward?
Gender: Male.
Personality: Sir Ithmagpe is SUCH a coward. Certainly, this is from his noble upbringing, but he's a coward who likes to have FUN! He has a FIELD DAY making fun of the common folk, and all their "silly chores". He's an INCREDIBLY dislikable, considering the fact that he doesn't really care about anybody. He's posh, witty, but cultivates an image of stupidity for his advantage.
Appearance: Sir Ithmagpe is very pale, since he's spent so much of his life indoors. He's skinny, relatively weak, and his stylish brown hair is often fluffed and parts in the middle, and comes down to about the bottom of his neck in the back.
City of Residence: Gondor.
Equipment: Sir Ithmagpe starts in his soft, noble clothes. A colorful, intricate purple vest with a white shirt underneath, and a handkerchief sticking out of his collar. He does have a rapier, but it's basically useless in his hands, and just for show. He has multiple small sacks of gold hidden on his person. Oh yeah, and he has a butler, but I think that might not go under equipment. Whatever.
Strengths:
Wealth: Sir Ithmagpe is RICH, he has access to his very large fortune.
Silver Tongue: Despite the fact that he can be annoying, Sir Ithmagpe's words can carry a lot of weight with people.
Nobility: Due to his noble upbringing, Sir Ithmagpe has learned a variety of skills from languages to music. He especially likes music.
Weaknesses:
All that glitters: Even though he has access to TONS of gold, he can hardly carry it around! And it's not like there's a banking system.
A little drop of poison: Even though he can sweet talk you, he's MUCH more likely to insult you. All his life, Sir Ithmagpe's been pretty much alone, so he doesn't know how to socialize.
Not exactly xenophobia: Even Sir Ithmagpe's own species doesn't entirely trust him, considering the fact that they work for a living and he's just some noble rat.
Biography: Sir Ithmagpe had a standard childhood for a noble. He had EVERYTHING he could possibly want, and studied a wide variety of subjects. He especially enjoyed music, and is quite good at playing many instruments. As he grew up, his father was disappointed to notice that Ithmagpe wasn't exactly going to be the noble heir he wanted. He seemed... For lack of a better word, flamboyant. He loved to dance, seduce women, dress sharply, and have fun. Of course, this wasn't COMPLETELY true, to survive in court you need people to underestimate you, Sir Ithmagpe does have a bit of a noble streak in him. An event soon happened, his mother was struck down by an illness! Sir Ithmagpe took to drinking even more, if that was possible. It took a bit for him to recover, but now he's a bit more cynical, though he still seems to be an effete aristocrat. However, Sir Ithmagpe has lately been growing bored with court life, and has been planning to make a trip to the lands of the elves, to see what wonders THEY have to offer.
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Gender: Male.
Species: He's a walking, talking, flying, fire throwing skeleton.
Age: Not a day over 300.
Location: In the passenger seats.
Money: Ten MILLION dollars! *puts pinkie in mouth*
Skulduggery is sitting in his seat, thankful that he's on a plane full of restless, bloodthirsty, mass murdering mercenaries.
Name: Skulduggery Pleasant.
Location: Passenger seats.
Money: $10,000,000.00
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((This may or may not be my last post for the night, so... Maybye!))
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