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 Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:12 pm
 Characters [c] Ichitoko. Art [c] Glampanda. Please do not post without permission.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:17 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#79] A.R.V. - Growth Log
 02.05.2010. August has been found!
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:19 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#84] August Radomir Vlastimil
General Character Information
Name August Radomir Vlastimil
Nickname(s) Gus {He'll plot your death for sure, though.}
Gender Male
Age
[x][x] @ found stage - 2 & 5yrs.
[x][x] @ adolescent stage -
[x][x] @ adult stage -
Species Common
Alliance Kingdom
Rank/Occupation Government / Scholar
Morals Chaotic Evil
Personality August is a rather suspicious fellow. Behind his insidious smile lies a calculating and merciless character. He helps no one unless they are of some use to him. He puts up a convincing front of being bookish, soft-spoken, humble and a bit of a pushover (a.k.a, a pathetic loser). The strain of putting up this front in order for others to let their guard down makes him very irritable and extremely vindictive as a result. He has a Schadenfreude-like sense of humor and it brings out the very best and worst in him when feeling vindictive. Sadistic too. Yes, August is not only calculating, merciless, vindictive and sadistic but he is cynical as well! He believes the worst in all people and any kind acts done to him are viewed with suspicion[explained in early journal entries]. His moral standards are practically non-existent, but he understands that it is an abnormal thing to have no conscience.
Likes When others are in pain, imagining others in pain, destroying sources of irritation (from mild to extreme), sharp things, the colors [red, black, brown], knowledge, the library
Dislikes Ignorance, talking to idiots, having personal space invaded, being talked to, being touched, being looked at, being talked down to, attempts at moral rectitude, being preached at (you'll definitely die if you do this one) [Of course, he lets none of these dislikes show.]
Background Killed mother at the age of one. He threw a small kitchen knife at her and it connected with her left lung. People say it was a complete accident. Funny that he never cried when she passed away. Most wrote it off as trauma.
Family Father was killed in the service of the King. Mother was murdered. Then, Szilard took him in when no one else would. August tolerates him to a degree and finds his company somewhat enjoyable. We won't approach the word 'like' or, heaven forbid, 'love.' August doesn't like anyone.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:26 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#21] Szilard Alfred Ethelstan
Name: Szilard Alfred Ethelstan
Nickname(s): Al, Siz
Gender Male
Age
[x][x] @ found stage - 32 years
[x][x] @ adolescent stage -
[x][x] @ adult stage -
Species Common
Alliance Kingdom
Rank/Occupation Artisan; makes military equipment for the Kingdom Army.
Morals Neutral
Appearance Will draw.
Personality Szilard is stone-faced and gruff. He says little and when he does, it is usually either an order or some sort of insult (No wonder August tolerates him). He is more of a listener than a talker. He isn't cultured or sophisticated but he is quick on the uptake. Nothing escapes his eye, but he rarely acts upon what he sees. Rather than give some idiot a good tongue-lashing he prefers to use the 'sink or swim' method. Szilard lets August do whatever he wishes provided he not get in the way when he works the forge. When August was younger, he used to give him life lessons and they were, partly, what shaped August's growth. He paid no mind to protecting the child's naivete or innocence and candidly told August how he thought the world worked. To Szilard, there is no good, no evil, only gray. He makes judgement on what he sees and no opinion, declaration or order will persuade him otherwise. Because of this, he appears to be morally inconsistent to the general public, but to any individual in trouble, Szilard is the first person they go to for advice.
Likes Metal, swords, shields, armor, beer, sleeping
Dislikes Being pestered, idiots, bad quality metalwork, gossip
Background Szilard lived a lonely childhood. His father died from the bite of a poisonous snake while out chopping wood at the age of four. Bereft of their only breadwinner, his mother spent more time doing maid work for the richer residents in than village than at home. She died of over-exhaustion when Szilard was ten and his sister six. He threw off his rose-tinted glasses after a year of seeing his mother come home ragged. The world did not care about anyone and living was easier if one did what he could. The siblings were handed over to an old lady who needed help with daily tasks. Szilard promptly began work at the local blacksmith's while Aurelia took care of the old lady.
The siblings grew apart over the years until the old woman died when Szilard was 19 and his sister 15. Aurelia immediately married and moved away. Szilard also went away and apprenticed himself in Naplan; he finished at the age of 25. He worked calmly for a few years until he adopted August.
Family He never married. His parents are six feet under. His younger sister, Aurelia, has married and moved into her husband's home. She rarely visits (August terrifies her). His only constant companion is August and his drinking buddies at the local bar. Living with August for the child's entire life has, of course, enabled to see through any of his facades for who he really is. Szilard is the only one with whom August lets fall all pretenses.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:28 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#94] Hallmark Developments
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:30 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#84.2] Growth Requirements
.Role Player's Growth Requirments
A solo/journal entry must be at least 500 words.
1 RP = 2 Solo/Journal entries
[ ].Adoption>>>Found Stage
[ ][ ][x] Journal Set Up in Guild
[ ].Found Stage >>> Adolescent Stage
[ ][ ][x][x][ ]3x Solo/ Journal Entries
[ ].Adolescent Stage >>> Adult Stage
[ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]6 x Private or Open RP
[ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]8 x Solo Entries
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:35 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#84.3] Items of Interest
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:44 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#86] Residence
Current August and Szilard live in the Kingdom capital, Naplan. Although a town in the mountains was Szilard's place of birth, as a young and ambitious lad, he set out towards Naplan intent on improving his blacksmithing and returning some years later to open a business in his hometown. He finished his apprenticeship and found that the city life suited him, so he stayed.
He currently owns a small successful forge making swords for the Kingdom army and the occasional sword for a mercenary.
The house itself is simple. The building is two stories. The second floor has only one room and is more like a large attic than anything else. There are two windows, one in the front and one on the left side of the second floor. This floor is where Szilard keeps most of his smaller tools, materials and back-up major tools. It is also where he keeps metalwork needing to be finished or repaired. The room is extremely messy. There is no organization to it whatsoever and yet Szilard himself still knows where everything is. August is not allowed to come up here, but restrictions have never really stopped him.
The ground floor is mostly where the two spend their time. When Szilard bought the house, it had two rooms in the back. A kitchen and a living room in the front. Szilard has converted the two back rooms and the small backyard into his forge. The living room was then split in two. One half for his bedroom and the other half as a living space. When August came into his care, the second half was made his bedroom.
The forge is the largest part of the house and is open air. The back wall of the ground floor has been knocked down to make more room. The small backyard, 10 x 5 feet has been used to make room for the furnace. To protect the forge from the weather, Szilard has fashioned a large canvas to cover the opening.
The entrance to the forge is either through a back alley or from the kitchen. For outsiders, it is the back alley or they could knock on the front door.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 7:59 pm
ӽ ӽ ӽFolder [#1] Winning Prompt Prompt 'No, it can, as it is, it is a war. Raw as it is, it is an action.'
While sitting in your favourite cafe, you're approached by an odd looking stranger. He sits down before you, leans towards and whispers, "No, it can, as it is, it is a war. Raw as it is, it is an action". He smiles at your with a mouth full of black teeth and waits for your response.
Other then thinking you need to invent something for the severe head pain you've developed, what do you do? Ignore him? Reply? Or pay your bill and run home to your safe, unquestioning books?
On the outside, August shrank into his shirt collar, clutched his books a closer, shrank into his wooden chair, brought his knees to his body and stared in mute confusion and fear. To any observers, August Radomir Vlastimil was just a poor young man being harassed by an obviously crazy man.
On the inside, August was boiling. He was irritable enough with the way the day had gone. The buffoons at the university had mocked him. Again. And rather than take his anger out on some pathetic underclassman at the university, he chose to come here to brood in private. August was just in the middle of viciously stabbing Schuyler in the face when the man before him invaded his corner of peace.
He was prepared to let the idiot walk away. He must have been an asylum escapee. Then he opened his mouth and spewed forth a pile of nonsense that only contributed to his irritation. It was a pile of codswallop! War? Raw? On the battlefield, he could agree. And, oh, it was definitely filled with action, wasn't it? Gore and bullets flying all over the place. But that was not war. War was a struggle for dominance! It was a dangerous game of chess between leaders. Raw? Raw? It was then that his thoughts turned to plotting the man's demise. The world would be better off.
August leaned forward in supposed fascination. “I-I've never experience war before. It's just one those things a sheltered one such as I has never had to worry about. Do expand upon your statement!”
And I might let you walk away alive, you repellent sack of fecal matter, August thought darkly.
Just after thinking this statement, the man breathed into his face. Never mind. So, he slowly lifted one of his legs towards the aged man beneath the clothed table. Then he kicked the repellent geezer in the crotch as hard as he could without shaking the table.
August immediately made a fuss and insisted on helping the man to a healer. Once they were outside, he quickly pulled the man into a dark alley. Once they were a fair distance from the rest of the city, he threw the man onto the trash littered ground.
“Did you enjoy your ten seconds of brilliance? War is raw? It is as raw as money! It is a means to an end! Hah! Air is raw! ...War, sir, I...ahah...” Oh, dear. Mustn't slip.
Then he accidentally dropped a knife above the man's chest. The man gasped. He stomped on the knife's hilt for good measure. Then he covered him with refuse and walked away, shoulders hunched and books clutched to his chest meek as a mouse.
Maybe I'll slash all of Schuyler's arteries and watch him bleed to death. That sounds very entertaining. I can already hear his death moans.
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