Post by Nate on Apr 30, 2005 15:05:49 GMT 10
Ok, before I start, I want to introduce you to the main character
Nate (yes... my name...)
Male (yes... my gender...)
Human (yes... my species)
6'7" (yes, tall...)
Shoulder length, greasy, wild pink hair (yes... pink...)
Powerful hazel eyes with long, curly eyelashes (femmy... hate 'em sometimes
)
no other important physical characteristics
Personality: Arrogant, prone to bring fights out of context and to the physical level, very susceptible to the allure of certain females. May have a *slight* drinking problem
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"Give me another beer," the man at the bar asked of the bartender.
"I think you've had enough," the bartender told him while wiping the inside of an empty glass with a dirty rag.
"I said gimme 'nother beer," the man repeated drunkily.
"No more for you tonight, sir."
The man at the jumped to his feet, his untame hair flew madly as he did so. "You pick'n fight wit meh?"
"No, sir, but I'm afraid there are limits to alchohol sale per person in this city, and that last beer was that limit." The bartender stood his ground shakily, quivering slightly because of the angry look in the man's hazel eyes.
The hazel-eyed man grabbed the short bartender by the collar and pulled him over the bar. "I wan' anot'er beer now, dammit."
The bouncer pulled out a gun and aimed it at the man. "Put him down, sir, and I won't fire," the bouncer said nervously.
The man leered at the bouncer through his wily pink hair. "You ain't gon' do nut'in."
The bouncer took aim and fired. The bullet grazed the man's arm, drawing blood, and went into the wall behind him. The man dropped the bartender and took a step towards the bouncer. "Jus' anut'er scar," he said drunkily, "to me is jus' anut'er scar, to you is death." The man laid his hand on the butt of his sword, pulling it slowly from its sheath.
The bouncer let out an abnoxious laugh. "You're gonna use a big knife against my gun?" He laughed again.
The laughter slowly turned into a long gasp as the bouncer's blood made a sticky crimson carpet on the hardwood floor of the pub. "I dun' wan' a beer now," the man spoke, slowly putting his sword back in his sheath and climbing up the stairs to the exit.
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TBC
Nate (yes... my name...)
Male (yes... my gender...)
Human (yes... my species)
6'7" (yes, tall...)
Shoulder length, greasy, wild pink hair (yes... pink...)
Powerful hazel eyes with long, curly eyelashes (femmy... hate 'em sometimes
)no other important physical characteristics
Personality: Arrogant, prone to bring fights out of context and to the physical level, very susceptible to the allure of certain females. May have a *slight* drinking problem
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"Give me another beer," the man at the bar asked of the bartender.
"I think you've had enough," the bartender told him while wiping the inside of an empty glass with a dirty rag.
"I said gimme 'nother beer," the man repeated drunkily.
"No more for you tonight, sir."
The man at the jumped to his feet, his untame hair flew madly as he did so. "You pick'n fight wit meh?"
"No, sir, but I'm afraid there are limits to alchohol sale per person in this city, and that last beer was that limit." The bartender stood his ground shakily, quivering slightly because of the angry look in the man's hazel eyes.
The hazel-eyed man grabbed the short bartender by the collar and pulled him over the bar. "I wan' anot'er beer now, dammit."
The bouncer pulled out a gun and aimed it at the man. "Put him down, sir, and I won't fire," the bouncer said nervously.
The man leered at the bouncer through his wily pink hair. "You ain't gon' do nut'in."
The bouncer took aim and fired. The bullet grazed the man's arm, drawing blood, and went into the wall behind him. The man dropped the bartender and took a step towards the bouncer. "Jus' anut'er scar," he said drunkily, "to me is jus' anut'er scar, to you is death." The man laid his hand on the butt of his sword, pulling it slowly from its sheath.
The bouncer let out an abnoxious laugh. "You're gonna use a big knife against my gun?" He laughed again.
The laughter slowly turned into a long gasp as the bouncer's blood made a sticky crimson carpet on the hardwood floor of the pub. "I dun' wan' a beer now," the man spoke, slowly putting his sword back in his sheath and climbing up the stairs to the exit.
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TBC
