A Day at the Office The man ushered his children through the crowded streets. He was hurrying. The two children looked up at him in confusion, trying to discern what all the rushing was about. In his haste, the man pushed roughly past many people - but curiously, not one of them got angry at him. Each victim of his bad manners would turn to regard him... and exhibit the same reaction. In fact, many of the people around him who would otherwise be going about their own business - whether that be heading to work, doing the daily shopping, or whatever might be the case - would have the same reactions when they saw the man hurrying his children along. More importantly, when they saw the mess of random color splatters on the back of his blazer.
Each and every one of them would point at him and laugh.
It was marvelous.
Rasgar wondered how many of the pedestrians thought the man had chosen to walk around in a ridiculou
Treacherous Smile "Mind if I sit here?" the hooded man asked.
"Feel free," said one of the men at the table. He and his companions were certainly in a good mood at the moment - there was enough celebratory drink flowing here for anyone to be in high spirits.
"Thank you, good sir." The man with the hood made himself a place at the table. His eyes were almost completely obscured by his long, white bangs and the shadow of his hood, but he wore such a friendly smile that people rarely noticed. "You all look like you're having a good time. Is there a special occasion? Celebrating something?"
The man who had first spoken to him grinned broadly, face flushed from the drink he indulged in. "I just received word from back home. My son was born not long ago, and he and the missus are doin' just fine." His eyes teared up, just a little. "I'm a papa now."
The man seated next to him clapped him on
Bio - RasgarRASGAR
The Clever Wolf
■ Werewolf ■ 20-25 ■ Thief
Are We Friends? "How weird..."
With all the wandering he was doing, Taphram was started to get tired. The forest he found himself in seemed an excellent place to sit down, take a break, and relax.
When he first sat down in the soft grass, his intention was to take a nice long nap. But that changed when he realized that he was not alone amongst the trees. He could just barely make out a human figure in the distance, sitting on the forest floor - perhaps it was someone who had the same idea as him. Well, why should they have to relax alone? Taphram had quickly made up his mind to go join the person.
There was more distance between them that what he had originally thought. Before long he was jogging to close the gap - he couldn't have them deciding to leave before he even got there. He reached a creek and continued his light run, heedless of the chilly water soaking right through his dark pants.
Character History - RasgarOf all my characters, Rasgar probably has the most interesting story about how he came to be. Perhaps one of the most interesting things is the fact that I can even remember all these weird little details. This is all about Rasgar's history... although why I use his name for all my accounts, I'm not really sure.
2000 - Rasgar in name only
Back when I was this young, I was already an avid player of video games. However, this predated the times where I actually had any ability for creating names for characters. I didn't do much writing at the time, but what little I did do involved characters who either had ordinary names, or words that I thought sounded cool - such as Slash or Blaze. We all had a phase like that, right? Except I'm probably the only one who named a character Laser. Can't be proud of everything I've done.
In any case, as I played more and more games that involved naming the characters you played as, I wanted to get better at making up names. In this case
Not Having Fun "How long must I keep up this charade?" Thorin muttered under her breath. Ordinarily, she might have feared being heard by the people around her, but the tavern was bustling with such activity that her words were drowned out. She'd been in crowded taverns before, but never at a full table. Despite what her companions likely thought, she was not having a good time - this new experience was working on her nerves.
"You say somethin'?" one of the men at the table asked. But even as she shook her head 'no', the man continued. "Hey guys, imagine that, the Northern Blade spoke out loud!" This remark earned him a round of laughter from the table.
Thorin didn't bother to laugh, or even smile. They couldn't see through her mask anyways - and by now, they were probably to drunk to attempt to read her body language.
After the laughter subsided, a second man spoke up. "I can't believe we're here.
Failure "Killing is easy. Especially for someone like you," Kirstaad said nonchalantly. Though his eyes scanned the documents on his desk, he was fully attentive to the conversation at hand. Everyone in Aschgarr should know by now that Kirstaad never missed a single detail.
"If it's so easy," the dark-haired woman snarled, "why don't you do it yourself?"
Kirstaad looked up from his desk, smiling pleasantly at her. "Do you really need to ask me a question like that? I would think that 'because I told you to' is a sufficient answer." He sighed. "But then, you've always been a stubborn one, Nilssai. Ever since I've known you, anyway. Before that..."
Nilssai growled instinctively. He was trying to make her think of the days before she had been changed - trying to make her angry on purpose. Not that it took much to make her angry. But if she rose her weapon against him, he would have all the excuse he ne