Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
"Not a recruit, simply helping" Jack says and chuckles. He pulls out his spell-book and flips through it, reading over pages.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
"Not a recruit, simply helping" Jack says and chuckles. He pulls out his spell-book and flips through it, reading over pages.
"Roger. Stay sharp. Over and out." Phoenix says into the comms and then he says to Jack. "No difference really." after about 5 minutes a green Humvee pulls up to the front of the tavern. "If you're really in with this hop in. We are going to HQ where we will be debriefed by the Captain." Phoenix hops in the back seat and keeps the door open, waiting for Jack to make his decision.
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
"Not a recruit, simply helping" Jack says and chuckles. He pulls out his spell-book and flips through it, reading over pages.
"Roger. Stay sharp. Over and out." Phoenix says into the comms and then he says to Jack. "No difference really." after about 5 minutes a green Humvee pulls up to the front of the tavern. "If you're really in with this hop in. We are going to HQ where we will be debriefed by the Captain." Phoenix hops in the back seat and keeps the door open, waiting for Jack to make his decision.
Jack rolls his eyes and climbs in.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
"Not a recruit, simply helping" Jack says and chuckles. He pulls out his spell-book and flips through it, reading over pages.
"Roger. Stay sharp. Over and out." Phoenix says into the comms and then he says to Jack. "No difference really." after about 5 minutes a green Humvee pulls up to the front of the tavern. "If you're really in with this hop in. We are going to HQ where we will be debriefed by the Captain." Phoenix hops in the back seat and keeps the door open, waiting for Jack to make his decision.
Jack rolls his eyes and climbs in.
The door closes behind him as two people in the front turn around and look at him. "This the guy Phoenix?" the driver asks. "Yeah this is him." Phoenix responds.
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
"Not a recruit, simply helping" Jack says and chuckles. He pulls out his spell-book and flips through it, reading over pages.
"Roger. Stay sharp. Over and out." Phoenix says into the comms and then he says to Jack. "No difference really." after about 5 minutes a green Humvee pulls up to the front of the tavern. "If you're really in with this hop in. We are going to HQ where we will be debriefed by the Captain." Phoenix hops in the back seat and keeps the door open, waiting for Jack to make his decision.
Jack rolls his eyes and climbs in.
The door closes behind him as two people in the front turn around and look at him. "This the guy Phoenix?" the driver asks. "Yeah this is him." Phoenix responds.
*Wanna move this to PM's or nah?*
*sure, ill set it up*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
"Not a recruit, simply helping" Jack says and chuckles. He pulls out his spell-book and flips through it, reading over pages.
"Roger. Stay sharp. Over and out." Phoenix says into the comms and then he says to Jack. "No difference really." after about 5 minutes a green Humvee pulls up to the front of the tavern. "If you're really in with this hop in. We are going to HQ where we will be debriefed by the Captain." Phoenix hops in the back seat and keeps the door open, waiting for Jack to make his decision.
Jack rolls his eyes and climbs in.
The door closes behind him as two people in the front turn around and look at him. "This the guy Phoenix?" the driver asks. "Yeah this is him." Phoenix responds.
"Well kid....lets see what you got." Phoenix raises a finger for a moment. He starts to talk to someone on the other line. "Copy that Soap. I'll see if I can get him in the task force."
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He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yep. Price doing alright?....Good. Over and out." Phoenix looks at Jackson. "Sorry bout that. Anyways kid, you wanna help us out? You're gonna have to get suited up."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*LOL Jackson is turning 109 in April but looks like he's 30*
Jackson chuckles "Im no kid Phoenix. Im almost 109 years of age... But sure, ill help you. I'm not saying that ill join you because i have my own life issues to take care of but ill help you find this man" he said and stood up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phoenix stands up. "For 109 you look pretty good. Follow me." Phoenix says and starts to walk towards the front door of the tavern.
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He bows "Why thank you." he says with a chuckle. He pulls off his suit jacket and shakes it. Suddenly, when he puts it back on, it has turned into a navy-blue trench coat. A sheathed dagger now is around his waist, connected to his belt.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Blimey. Nice one." Once they are outside Phoenix talks to someone on his comms. "Basilisk. Bring her around. We got a new recruit."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Not a recruit, simply helping" Jack says and chuckles. He pulls out his spell-book and flips through it, reading over pages.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Roger. Stay sharp. Over and out." Phoenix says into the comms and then he says to Jack. "No difference really." after about 5 minutes a green Humvee pulls up to the front of the tavern. "If you're really in with this hop in. We are going to HQ where we will be debriefed by the Captain." Phoenix hops in the back seat and keeps the door open, waiting for Jack to make his decision.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Jack rolls his eyes and climbs in.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The door closes behind him as two people in the front turn around and look at him. "This the guy Phoenix?" the driver asks. "Yeah this is him." Phoenix responds.
*Wanna move this to PM's or nah?*
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*sure, ill set it up*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Gotcha*
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Theren is in his room writing in a journal. The door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
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<Hm Ill add the old ones in for ya>
Lore is in her room, forging a new sickle for herself.
Xan is sitting on the roof, smoking.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren walks onto the roof carrying a guitar.
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Xan looks over and rolls his eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren sits down beside him. "And whats wrong with you?"
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"The fact that your still alive" he said and flicked his cigarette at him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren catches it. "Mmmmm. I thought you liked me for a minute there."
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