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Veldrick Tatternorn. Founder of the Brotherhood of Bastards. [Band of Mercenaries] The main purpose of the Brotherhood of Bastards is to spread love, peace and uni-... oh wait, sorry. Wrong script. The Bastards revolve around drugs, sex and cock 'n holes. Their illicit trade, perhaps the worst of all. Flesh. Rules for members of the group: × Random PVP is not allowed. × Only plot driven PVP / sensible logic driven PVP (If you are attacked first for example, use ability rolls up until this point) is sanctioned. × PVP without first using ability rolls on ~contracts~ must be given notice and informed OOCly hours, or days before hand and consent granted. Consent is waived if they initiate hostilities via use of PVP first. × Your character must accept IC consequences for their actions. × Your character must not be immortal or have supernatural abilities that prevent you reacting appropriately to pain and damage inflicted by third parties. × The role play surrounding this group will be that of vile, gritty realism as one might expect for characters who dwell within the seedy under belly of Sinifer City. × You understand that we are playing for the sake of fun, plot progression for our characters, our enemies characters and the group as a whole. We are not playing just to win. A taste of the V: The very tips of his fingers hovered about the bronze curve of flesh, coated in a thin veil of sweat which gifted the woman's form with an almost polished sheen. Deeper, the dull steel slid, further slicing and parting the very fabric of skin, muscle and tendons that made up the man's throat. The point of the blade scraping against the thick ivory lump of the man's spine, redirected down the right side to create an opening at the man's nape. Hunching over, he took another swig of ale from the tankard. She was watching him, almost silhouetted on the comfortable cotton bedding. Behind in all of it's glory roared the open log fire. The wood hissed and crackled as the heat and raw element consumed and transformed the timber into a charred mass. Right hand holding the hilt, his left burst forward in a gesture of force, colliding with the man's forehead. His expression was consumed with a look of dark malice, his black dog was well and truly setting the pace for today. With a violent jerk to the forehead of the frozen pained face, the body rocked backwards to leave the dark dull obsidian with a thick smearing of dark crimson. Thud. Her hand came down on the thick hay packed mattress, commanding his attention. Lay stomach down, her legs bent behind her to sway loose in the warm air of the tavern room. The frames of her hues narrowed into a feline like curvature, her wet peach tongue tracing the voluptuous enticing fleshy pillows that wrapped around the opening of her mouth. Flaring nostrils vacuumed in the fragrance of the girl, she was sweet, young-... experienced. Whilst she attempted to ply her trade in exchange for gold, all he could do was slip into alcohol induced flashbacks of memories gifted from his own occupation. "What's the matter, ey love? Had too much to drink, or not got enough to please?" she asked mocking him in both word and tone, her view panning at a leisurely pace to his crotch. Still hunched over on the chair, the seat he had watched her undress from, he followed her gaze towards his black and gold clothing, a statement of personality. Death and gold, an advertisement of his profession and interest. Rising from the weathered chair, a grin slid across his haggard bleary eyed features. Outside the back door of the tavern, a young lad of no more than fifteen poured away the tankard dregs. Looking up at the bright moon as it illuminated the sky, bouncing from the very stars making them look like fragments of shattered diamonds. Clunk, slap. A cry was heard from the window above, as the looming shadow of a man moved with enthusiasm. The dark frame of an arm swinging upwards behind the thin tattered curtain, only to swoop down a second time creating a high pitched whimper and pleading mumble which were met with no mercy or verbal response. Ladies and gentlemen, I gift to you-... Veldrick Tatternorn.
Player:	Magna Carta Holy Grail
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human