[ Rin typically prefers the subtle approach, but it's hard to ambush something that's swooping down from the fucking sky. He's out trying to have a nice day, a little walk, when he notices one of the pterodactyls going in for the kill. He can't see the intended victim--for all he knows, they're perfectly capable of handling the situation themselves--but he's too nearby to justify acting like he didn't see anything.
Scowling to himself, he takes his crossbow from his back, loads a poisoned-tipped bolt, and fires. His aim strikes true--right in the squishy eyeball--and he's rewarded with a painful, shrieking squawk. Probably gonna take another one to bring it down, though. ]
Take cover!
ii - homesick bazaar;
[ Although he lives a life on the run, Rin still has a taste for fine things: clothes, jewelry, weapons. Food. He often eats simply on the road--just dried rations, berries, and whatever meat he can hunt--but he likes ordering the most expensive thing on the inn's menu whenever he reaches a city. So, here, he's searching out whatever looks most decadent. He's just finished with a dark chocolate tart when he spots something from home: a table heaped with faintly bioluminescent mushrooms, about the size and shape of the average portobello. The caps are midnight black with white spots, and the glossy stalks shimmer faintly blue. Rin picks one up, grinning wide. If anyone else seems interested, he remarks: ]
These are delicious. Best not eat too many, though--you might not like the side effects.
[ He takes a bite, then shrugs. ]
Of course, some people do it on purpose. Who am I to judge?
iii - friendr;
FRIENDR
Name of Character
AGE: 27 INTERESTED IN: Any SEEKING: Beauty, knowledge, scintillating conversation. ABOUT ME: Just a simple merchant.
iv - three card monte;
[ Rin's taken over one of the empty tables at the bazaar. He leans back in his chair, feet up, idly shuffling a deck of cards. If someone walks by and makes eye contact, he calls to them. ]
Rin | D&D (Forgotten Realms OC)
[ Rin typically prefers the subtle approach, but it's hard to ambush something that's swooping down from the fucking sky. He's out trying to have a nice day, a little walk, when he notices one of the pterodactyls going in for the kill. He can't see the intended victim--for all he knows, they're perfectly capable of handling the situation themselves--but he's too nearby to justify acting like he didn't see anything.
Scowling to himself, he takes his crossbow from his back, loads a poisoned-tipped bolt, and fires. His aim strikes true--right in the squishy eyeball--and he's rewarded with a painful, shrieking squawk. Probably gonna take another one to bring it down, though. ]
Take cover!
ii - homesick bazaar;
[ Although he lives a life on the run, Rin still has a taste for fine things: clothes, jewelry, weapons. Food. He often eats simply on the road--just dried rations, berries, and whatever meat he can hunt--but he likes ordering the most expensive thing on the inn's menu whenever he reaches a city. So, here, he's searching out whatever looks most decadent. He's just finished with a dark chocolate tart when he spots something from home: a table heaped with faintly bioluminescent mushrooms, about the size and shape of the average portobello. The caps are midnight black with white spots, and the glossy stalks shimmer faintly blue. Rin picks one up, grinning wide. If anyone else seems interested, he remarks: ]
These are delicious. Best not eat too many, though--you might not like the side effects.
[ He takes a bite, then shrugs. ]
Of course, some people do it on purpose. Who am I to judge?
iii - friendr;
iv - three card monte;
[ Rin's taken over one of the empty tables at the bazaar. He leans back in his chair, feet up, idly shuffling a deck of cards. If someone walks by and makes eye contact, he calls to them. ]
Say, friend. Care to make a wager?