Post by Ian McCormick on Jun 12, 2005 13:02:55 GMT -5
Name: Ian McCormick
Race: Human, caucasian
Profession: Carpenter and misguided vigilante
Weapons: Usually his fists or a random piece of wood
Armor: Standard sailing tunic and breeches
Sample Post:
"Come on now darlin', jus' a little kissh..." The burly sailor slurred as his lips reached for the barmaid in his clutches. She struggled, but the more she wriggled in the overgrown ape's grasp the more stuck she seemed to become. Slobber ran down her neck as the drunk man fumbled over her skin with his tongue and she cringed, gasping for air as she tried desperately to break free. "Stop it, leave me alone or I'll scream!" She snapped, trying hard to maintain an outer cool. The gold toothed drunk grinned evilly. "It would be a pity fer me to have to cut open your pretty neck, darlin', so don't go screamin' now..."
"Hey. I think the lady just asked you to leave her alone." The drunk looked back at the silouhette leaning against the railing. "What'sh it any of your bisnissh?" The drunk slurred. The next thing he realized was the end of a two by four connecting with his jaw. Reeling backwards and collapsing in pain on the ground the drunk man rolled and whined from the blow. There was the sound of breaking glass and suddenly the silouhette was right above him. "I was having my nightly conference out back with my buddies and a few broken beer bottles, and normally we wouldn't mandate your attendence, but the beer bottles insisted that you come." The drunk rolled in the dirt and moaned. "Now why don't you get the hell outta here before I do something that might get me arrested and you minus an arm." Scrambling to his feet the burly sailor took off into the night.
Turning the the maid, her savior smiled shyly. "You ok miss?" She blushed. As he turned she got a good look at him- soft blue eyes, brown hair bedraggled and hanging in his eyes in an adorably boyish manner, and a winning smile. "Y...yes." She stammered. He flashed his pearly whites again and tossed the two by four into the alleyway. Laying a kiss on her forehead he turned to go. "Just let me know if he causes you any more trouble, ok?" She nodded and brought a finger to her lips as she watched the stranger amble off into the blackness beyond the tavern.
Race: Human, caucasian
Profession: Carpenter and misguided vigilante
Weapons: Usually his fists or a random piece of wood
Armor: Standard sailing tunic and breeches
Sample Post:
"Come on now darlin', jus' a little kissh..." The burly sailor slurred as his lips reached for the barmaid in his clutches. She struggled, but the more she wriggled in the overgrown ape's grasp the more stuck she seemed to become. Slobber ran down her neck as the drunk man fumbled over her skin with his tongue and she cringed, gasping for air as she tried desperately to break free. "Stop it, leave me alone or I'll scream!" She snapped, trying hard to maintain an outer cool. The gold toothed drunk grinned evilly. "It would be a pity fer me to have to cut open your pretty neck, darlin', so don't go screamin' now..."
"Hey. I think the lady just asked you to leave her alone." The drunk looked back at the silouhette leaning against the railing. "What'sh it any of your bisnissh?" The drunk slurred. The next thing he realized was the end of a two by four connecting with his jaw. Reeling backwards and collapsing in pain on the ground the drunk man rolled and whined from the blow. There was the sound of breaking glass and suddenly the silouhette was right above him. "I was having my nightly conference out back with my buddies and a few broken beer bottles, and normally we wouldn't mandate your attendence, but the beer bottles insisted that you come." The drunk rolled in the dirt and moaned. "Now why don't you get the hell outta here before I do something that might get me arrested and you minus an arm." Scrambling to his feet the burly sailor took off into the night.
Turning the the maid, her savior smiled shyly. "You ok miss?" She blushed. As he turned she got a good look at him- soft blue eyes, brown hair bedraggled and hanging in his eyes in an adorably boyish manner, and a winning smile. "Y...yes." She stammered. He flashed his pearly whites again and tossed the two by four into the alleyway. Laying a kiss on her forehead he turned to go. "Just let me know if he causes you any more trouble, ok?" She nodded and brought a finger to her lips as she watched the stranger amble off into the blackness beyond the tavern.