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Fragile Alliance

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NAME / ALIAS:
Nicolas Bressett “ “

AGE:
30

NATIONALITY:
American

GENDER:
Male

RACE / ETHNICITY:
White

HEIGHT:
5’10”

BODY BUILD:
Lean

HAIR COLOR:
Dark Brown

EYE COLOR:
Hazel

DISTINGUISHING PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES (SCARS, TATTOOS, ETC.) (IF APPLICABLE):


RELEVANT EXPERIENCE:
Heists, Mercenary work and various other.

ROLE:
Gunman
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(Relevant Backstory)
Has worked as a mercenary.
Did some petty crimes while he was working as a bartender. Moved around the country some, progressively doing bigger jobs. Involved in a few heists, now mostly works as a gun for hire.

Fragile Alliance

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(I’ll add a character, see if anybody else will add some, but group rps are basically dead on here.
I’m not really a 1x1 person haha.)

Fragile Alliance

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Is this a group roleplay or a 1x1? :)

A Fantasy RP To Rule Them All!

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(I thought that was posted last week

A Fantasy RP To Rule Them All!

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I have never quite heard a accent quite like yours Mortulous, where do you come from? Far away lands?” Merildor asks as he observed Mortulous and looked to Thaion for a second before a drink manifested out of thin air in his hand. He causally took a drink before sitting it down on the bar.

Nicholas took the beast's head off from its lifeless corpse and tied it to his horse before mounting up and riding out of the woods to the road. He seen a young man calming his liveer chestnut horse. He noticed the man was covered in dirt. His horse must have sensed the beast nearby and threw his rider.
Duir was calm as he eyed Scirheah whom slowly calmed down seeing his fellow horse so calm.
Rivoare took a step back as a stranger on a black horse rode from the tree line. He immediately noticed the head of a creature on the back of the horse. That must have been the source of that horrible sound.
"Your horse threw you, right? Are you okay?" Nicholas asked.
Y-yes we are fine. What is that thing? I've never seen a creature like that! Quite a strange yet fascinating beast." Rivoare responded to the stranger.
"A c*ckatrice." Nicholas said as he bowed his head slightly and rode back towards the city.

Saion blinked his eyes several times as he stared at his dead brother, thinking his eyes was playing a trick on him. But his brother stayed in place. How was it possible that he was there? He watched him die at his own hand!
"You're dead, how is this possible?"