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[Ok, out of boredom I'm going to do a roleplay thread, (I do believe it's in the right section so don't flame me for that) I'll present a character, where they are and what their doing. Everyone else can then post a character and have them doing something with someone in the roleplay. Please put comments in square brakets so we know it's not part of the story.]

Okim's Character
Name: Mizva
Race: female human
Occupation: unknown
Description: Is a slender-built woman wearing gray "newbish" rags. She has short purple hair that's longish in the front. She is armed with a rusty dagger that she yanked from a dead guys hands one day.

Emerging from the ally-way, Mizva stammered on in the cold of night, looking for any shelter that she could find. Half-beaten from a frightful visit from a group of thugs eariler that day, she could feel the wetness of blood but was too afraid to look. A fear that is paralyzingly as she discovered an opened door: the door to a warm house. Out of temptation she motioned listlessly to the door and poked her head in. If there was someone awake, she could be as good as dead by the hand of the city guard. The coast being clear in the darkened home she ventured in, quietly closing the door on the way. She then sat herself down on a chair before she could pass out and make a scene. That was when she looked at the big gapping wound in her side...

cedkid's Character
Name: Nastia
Race: female human
Occupation: unknown
Description: Barkeeper

cedkid wrote:cedkid's Character
Name: Nastia
Race: female human
Occupation: unknown
Description: Barkeeper

[thanks for joining in]

"Oh no," Mizva whispered while examining her wound. It was large and it was gapping. Mizva had a sinking feeling that she was going to die. The though that this could be her last night alive was terrifying. How had she become so destitute, so down-trodden that in a moment she would die a violent death and now one would care? There was no on in the world for her, and she would be nameless and die forgotten, as nothing more than homeless peasant that broke into someones house.

At least the guard wouldn't have the satisfaction of having her executed. The chair she was on a comfortable "man of the house" chair that was in what appeared to be a pleasant looking living room. After some minor readjusting of herself, Mizva got comfortable in a fetal position with her head resting on the chair arm and fell asleep. She might as well be comfortable before the homeowner entered the room the very morning to find a corpse in their chair.