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  1. #11
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    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
    Hedgespun

    Hedgespun

    Fedora 0 Dot

    Mask: a battered brown moth eaten fedora, the hat band looks like a band of sackcloth has been wound around it.

    Mein: made of stitched red and brown leaves, 2 holes for his horn nubbins -- the scarecrows I pictured to be in place of the hat band, just a jumbled array of tiny standing and suspended sackcloth and straw people ringing the main body of the hat.
    Mantle

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    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

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    Mein

    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead
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    Gristlegrinder Troll

    A tilt of the massive head when she says stories. as he listens pale pupils not drifting but struggling to find focus on her. "Oh. Stories is it." Sounded like some lost or fairy thing in origin sure enough to him. He can imagine a fairest pulling that off no problems. "Uh. Do they? I know red does from that white haired thing." Forgetting the word for Albino. "Uh. But Purple or Violet even." Wait. "Uh. Don't violets come in alot of colours?" Pause again. "Uh. And aren't they mostly blue?" The time of year not long past where that snippet of rhyme got played on endlessly. "Bah. Well I think it suits you better then the dress did." But that's just his one opinion. "Hm. Why doesn't it feel right?" He must be drunker then realised if he is indulging a conversation on fashion.

    Reaching for a bottle to realise its empty the giant mouth curls into a snarl. "Bah. That's a shame." Placing it back down. "And. That's the problem with fools they drag others into their foolishness. Fool hardy as they are." No matter how much you might wish to be left well enough out of it. "No. The masses are dumb, the individual is dumber then they think. Its a rare exception otherwise and the rest ride the coattails of them." One and two sure the third no. "Uh. We can drink, we can talk but the only place I'm going after is home. I'm, settled here where there is booze and food." He must mean the bar snacks. "If I want it. Why go anywhere else if those are my purpose?" All this flitting about didn't make sense.

    Armies and emperors and how di they get here again? "Ha. If you get caught you weren't any good at deceiving in the first place." Bad choice of plans if that's how it was going to go. "No. Not anything you want. Nothing can do that." There is no magic button or word to speak to have it all because then you would just want more. "Ah. It's a useful tool, one of the best but it is just one of many." He valued it, he used it, it was in a way part of him but patience, and a bit of magic went a long way as well.
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  2. #12
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    Almost shying back at the movement of his head, something about his size and that look she couldn´t place making it hard to not react.
    "Internet stories, but who knows where it originally started, it has been circling around the web for two decades now and is claimed to origin in Alexandria to little surprise." Who knows though, ghosts are real, and I have nearly each of these traits myself since I entered that car so anything can be possible. "Albinism can cause a lack of pigmentation of the iris which in turn can cause the light hitting the blood vessels at the back of the eye to make them appear red yes." Simply smiling mischievously at the giant. "Perhaps, green, blue and brown are not uncommon aspects in the eyes of those whom walk the violet way." Melanin and whatnot. Appreciating each little pause, the larger crowds of the night and hard of moving without bumping into someone just made it relaxing to the mind to be still for a moment. "Well that attire was to look akin to a set character, this to fit a theme." A bit surprised, fashion not having been a topic she had expected to discuss with the man. "In simplicity it is simply not me, and gets so lost in this sea of green." Taking up her Fum mod and twirling it between her fingers. "So if this suits me better, what kind of outfit would you imagine would suit me the best according to your taste?"

    Shivering at the sudden snarl, pushing herself back ever so slightly but soon moving back to her earlier position.
    "And then get angry, annoyed or blames others for their misfortune, or that it is someone elses fault things did not work out as they wished it, or thought it would." An ever repeating tale. "Most would argue such a statement yet a simple look at the world does unfortunately reveal the truth behind your words." Taking her mod to her lips for a light inhale. "Not much of a bar crawler? Many people here are jumping from one to the other this night." It had been a nice way to get briefly acquainted with some new areas of the city. "True, if the experience of new crowds, and new places as you get increasingly intoxicated is not to your liking then just find an enjoyable one and remain there." Not that she showed the slightest signs of intoxication herself.

    "Yet so many believes themselves master of the art, or that it is easy. But what was it you said, the individual is dumber, hence so many get fooled by the obvious deceits over and over again." Weighing her head back and forth. "It can yield a crown, it can yield adoration, fame, riches, war, desire, change the course of history, and direct things with ramifications for Millenia but no everything has its limits." So in what way do you utilize it? "Indeed, no tool in the arsenal can cover every basis, over reliance will eventually catch up and force its prize to be paid."

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  3. #13
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    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
    Hedgespun

    Hedgespun

    Fedora 0 Dot

    Mask: a battered brown moth eaten fedora, the hat band looks like a band of sackcloth has been wound around it.

    Mein: made of stitched red and brown leaves, 2 holes for his horn nubbins -- the scarecrows I pictured to be in place of the hat band, just a jumbled array of tiny standing and suspended sackcloth and straw people ringing the main body of the hat.
    Mantle

    Mantle (Autumn) ●●
    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

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    Mein

    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead
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    Gristlegrinder Troll

    His eye roll might be exaggerated due to the for mentioned drinking or he might just think that poorly. "Bah. The internet. I know folks who swear by it, not fond of it myself." When he absolutely had to he could and did. "Ah. No I prefer the personal approach." A massive slab of a hand comes up a points at the women she she gets the word he was forgetting. "Uh. Yeah that. Albino." But then she loses him again. "So? What everyone just has violets for eyes then?" Because blue, brown and green covered just about everyone on the planet. A great heave of the shoulders. "Uh. I got no idea. Fashion not something I really have to worry about." Maybe its time to get a tailor, he could afford it these days. "Uh. I just know this looks better then the other on you by my reckoning." Focusing as best he can on the pretty lady. "Uh. The parts of it work better together. If that makes any sense." The term he is trying to find is probabaly complimentary.

    The withdraw is noticed of course he feeds of such things, although he prefers more that which bone deep, chilling, life threatening fear so hold himself back for the moment no need to indulge the trifles when the possibility of something much grander loomed. And he was right the moment passed. "Ha. Don't they just. Unable to own their own foolishness." Speaking of he tries to catch the attention of someone behind the bar to bring him more to drink. "Uh. Why would I crawl?" His legs worked just fine, more or less. "Ah. Nevermind enjoyable. If it serves what you want then it does the job well enough." Quality if available sure, but whatever was on hand offered convivence and quantity.

    He belches. Loud. The gas in the booze having come back around. "Ah. Scuze me." Thumping himself in he chest a few times to clear anything left in the pipes. "Bah. It's pride. People think themselves to clever to be fooled. Or that they wouldn't fall for the things they read in their books or see on their shows." Forgetting that as an external observes they had all the information. "Ha. But they still get caught by the twists even in those." Which should be the lesson itself, but wasn't. "Yeah. Everything has a price." That was true. "Hm. And its smarter to pay upfront then wait for the interest to wrack up." Maybe its the booze. maybe its because she is very overwhelming particularly for a mortal. "Ah. My old man used to say always live within your means." Some older wisdom there and something shared from a different life, not that she would understand just how significant that was.
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  4. #14
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    A graceful shrug, more made from habit of youth than care of how she would be seen.
    "It is a mixed blessing in todays world that is for certain." So much good, so much that was just brain rot. "Now that I appreciate, so much is missed with the informal hiding behind a screen." It never brought any new experiences and was pretty much the same. "No no." Shaking her head along with the words, forcing herself still at the movements of the big hand. "It is all stemming from pigmentation or melanin, most people have the standard eye colors you do see. Some have two, three or even four eye colors, but for those whom lack the proper melanin so can light hitting the blood vessels give illusions of having more varied eye colors. It is not uncommon for some people to have minor shifts that makes their eyes seem to make smaller shifts depending on the light based when you see them." Not having expected to turn this into a lesson, still it was not often she got the chance to casually throw out things like this. "Lets elaborate on that, what makes this suit me better? Does the color compliment my skin tone better, or does the style better suit my proportions?" The color wasn´t really hers but the style that she could work with.

    "And in doing so only appearing ever more pathetic, leaving no room to grow, or learn from their errors, just shifting blame." Revolting as it was. "For the experience of new places, new people, and enjoy the night to its fullest, jumping from one place to the next taking advantage of their various offers, gather tokens, or make memories. This night feeds on it." At least that was what she could imagine to be why to bar jump. Still it was not for everyone.

    Forcing herself still, to not let her expression change at the loud belch, yet any carefully looking eye would see the force put into herself to not react to the loud belch.
    "The world is filled with liars and deceivers, we all fall for it to varying extent countless times within our lifespans. Forgetting how emotions plays into it, how hopes and dreams play an effect." It was so easy to see when you could be objective but when your own emotions were entangled into it then so much changed. "Owning it does give you the chance to see it next time though." But also lock you away from so much. "Truer words have seldom been spoken, what does not come with a price just means you do not understand the transaction you involved yourself in, to imagine anything for nothing is idealistic and will one day bite back." Placing her elbow upon the table to rest her cheek against the back of her hand. "You had a smart father, especially if he realized that it did not only pertain to the financial." I do miss the times of utilizing others though, and that color, heh a wonder I survived it.

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  5. #15
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    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
    Hedgespun

    Hedgespun

    Fedora 0 Dot

    Mask: a battered brown moth eaten fedora, the hat band looks like a band of sackcloth has been wound around it.

    Mein: made of stitched red and brown leaves, 2 holes for his horn nubbins -- the scarecrows I pictured to be in place of the hat band, just a jumbled array of tiny standing and suspended sackcloth and straw people ringing the main body of the hat.
    Mantle

    Mantle (Autumn) ●●
    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

    Other merits of note:
    Iron Stomach
    Resources 4
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    Pledge Smith 3
    Fighting style: Brute Force 3

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    City Hall/3
    Unions/3
    Public works/2
    Mein

    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead
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    Gristlegrinder Troll

    What blessing wasn't mixed, not a way he had viewed the internet before. It wasn't magic, it wasn't old and it wasn't governed by any kind of rules that made sense. "Ah. No I don't think it is. It has its uses here and there but it doesn't do anything you couldn't mange otherwise." A dark deep chuckle follows. "Ha. And when the signal dies people go crazy enough to make the truly mad look sane." Couldn't cut the signal to a letter or the know how in your head. "Uh. Huh." He's not an idiot but he is also not any kind of scientist. "Ah. And I just thought you got it from your parents." You have your fathers eyes that kind of thing. Squinting at the pretty women who seemed to be fishing for compliments. "Ah. The jacket. Makes you look more interesting then just a dress." There was likely some metaphor about layers to apply here.

    She was speaking in tune with the season well enough that was for sure. "Ah. But why crawl? That seems to hinder the point of what your saying?" Oh he had taken the word literally. "Uh. Jumping doesn't seem that speedy either." Not the way most jumped at least. "Ha. Besides all I want is right here and most people wont remember the night anyway." Not the way they drank.

    His mood darkened quickly, unexpectedly looming large in his seat. "Bah. Oh don't we just." But no not countless. "Ah. A few times is plenty for me." And he darkly mutters half gibberish for a few moments losing track of the conversation for a few sentences. "Huh? Oh. Yeah he had a working mans wisdom he did." Maybe helped by time and place. "Ah. But I don't know if h meant it wide or narrow so tell me what you think it means." He couldn't remember enough of the old east enders ways just a handful of memories and wise sounding sayings that had stuck in his brain and not been lost.
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  6. #16
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    Not feeling the desire to dig deeper down on the subject, having to many opinions, to many thoughts clearly not meant for one her age, born from aspects unshared instead just joining the baritone chuckle with her own harmonious one.
    "Next summers Blockbuster movie, it is the apocalypse, it was not started by nuclear energy, not by zombies, no aliens, not even global warning, but rather by Bill." Gesturing her hand out as if directing to look upon the screen in amusement. "It all happened so fast, one minute all was calm, the next Bill managed to shut down the internet for good, at first there was panic, within the day there was looting, within a week the world had transformed into a world worthy to be called a start of Mad Max." Clearly I went a bit to deep there. "You do, a mixture of both parents of course, dominant traits and pigmentation, but rarities do occur." Looking towards her jacket, not seeming to even consider the words a compliment rather seeming curious in how it fit her proportions. "Interesting, I shall take that into consideration and test it out."

    Eyes just going wide, a slight tilt of her head as she blinks at the man in disbelief, hesitating for a moment before softly asking.
    "You do know that bar crawl is just a name for going from bar to bar to bar over the course of a night right?" Surely he does right? Or does he? "Just like bar jumping is a term for moving between bars." A glance out to the people, nope only a handful would have more than memory glimpses. "True, true, but that is their lot to carry I luckily do not drink enough for such things." Not like she got the drinks to actually consume them, or like anyone noticed how many she did not consume.

    The shifting of his body, the shifting of mood, clearly a topic better left avoided.
    "The working mans wisdom is often one taken for granted or forgotten, beautiful in its simplicity, at times able to make the wisest of scholar dumbfounded, a far to rare trait to have but beautiful in those whom does possess it." Staring into her drink for a moment. "My rents surely did not have it, not an ounce of it." Not like she knew them beyond surface level though. ""Hmm, the basics would of course be financials, if you earn 100 make sure to only spend 90-100 between the times you get paid. That was the basics of course. "That is likely what he meant, but you could add it to pertain to skills, social status, and more. But that is likely overthinking on my behalf."

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  7. #17
    Kray's Avatar
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    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
    Hedgespun

    Hedgespun

    Fedora 0 Dot

    Mask: a battered brown moth eaten fedora, the hat band looks like a band of sackcloth has been wound around it.

    Mein: made of stitched red and brown leaves, 2 holes for his horn nubbins -- the scarecrows I pictured to be in place of the hat band, just a jumbled array of tiny standing and suspended sackcloth and straw people ringing the main body of the hat.
    Mantle

    Mantle (Autumn) ●●
    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

    Other merits of note:
    Iron Stomach
    Resources 4
    Strong Back
    Pledge Smith 3
    Fighting style: Brute Force 3

    Contacts/allies:
    Criminals/3
    Finance/3
    City Hall/3
    Unions/3
    Public works/2
    Mein

    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead
    Kray Scenes
     
     Harden Mask, 
      Work the problem
      Harden mask
      Open gate, Pathfinder Catch met, Think really hard!, Understand the swarm, Ogre blessing + Scare off(wp), Troll tongue
     

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    Gristlegrinder Troll

    The giants next question might have come across as predictable. "Uh. Who's Bill?" He had followed along with the rest, nuclear war, zombies, and the like but he had no idea where this bill character came into the conversation.

    Oh so I was right? "Uh. Then did either of your folks have your eye colour?" Maybe that would make it easier to grasp all this talk of pigments and light and genetics.

    A lazy gesture to the crowds she was trying to hide from. "Ha. Given your reason for seeking a seat away from the eyes of the crowds I think you've done your experiment." Or that was just her usual night out hard to tell.

    A derisive snort meets her statement. "Bah. Then its a bad a name as bar hopping. You don't crawl or hop." A pause. "Or. Jump for that matter. Why not just call it what it is?" Or why even bother with naming it at all. "So. Why seek new experiences that won't remembered seems pretty pointless to me." The holes in his own memory a testament to how much remembering would be better. An easy thing to think when you don't know what's missing.

    But this is more his speed. A topic he feels more at home with now. "Oh. How quickly we seek to not see those who clean our places, who make our food, those who build our homes." A shake of his great head sends strands of black hair flicking about. "No. Society is not kind to the working man. As Keen to forget what they know as they are to ignore them." And it was such folk, the cogs in the machine the workers bees that kept it all turning over with them the real keys to the kingdom were held so to speak.

    But that she had wrong. "No. If you one hundred spend no more then eighty and put twenty aside." Savings, rainy day fund whatever you want to call it, a wise man stored up for when the seasons turned hard. "Hm. But no I don't see how it pertains to skills social standing maybe. But Skills need to be exercised and challenged else they won't get any better." Use it or lose it, as his old man would have said about that.
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    Merely waving her hand as if wiping something away to heighten the effects of her words.
    "Bill is a random guy, no one of note at all, just someone that happened to do the exact wrong thing at the exact wrong time." True the name was taken from a very specific Bill, but that was where to connection ended.

    Shaking her head with a sigh.
    "Unfortunately not, but modern technology is a marvel." And waking up with it each night certainly makes it easy. "My natural born color would fall into the usual color spectrum sadly enough."

    Following his gestures with her eyes and looking towards the people, twirling her mod and sighing.
    "Perhaps you are right, little as I like to admit it so is this kind of nights not really my scene." They just lack something, or perhaps I am not just the same. "But you never know unless you give it a chance."

    Jumping back a little at the snort, making certain to not let her guard down and just relax.
    "I wont argue with you there, people have this odd desire to attribute many a names to things that just ties together with a loose sense at best." Placing her index finger upon the rim of the glass to carefully let it wander around it in a slow movement. "For the majority of the people I would guess it is just an excuse to get drunk, and increase their chances of meeting someone to share their bed." It always seemed to be most Kine´s wish. "For me well as said I barely drink, so my memory will be intact." The few sips moreso to not stand out or seem odd, most either given away or poured out.

    Staring at the giant for a moment, fully unmoving, forgetting to breath for just a few seconds before feeling her lips curl with a light amused chuckle.
    "Ohh don´t I know it, the dismissal of ones deemed beneath you due to social or financial status. A dreadful thing with so much missed." And a torment to live through in more ways than one. "Forgetting that the skills are vital to ones own comfort, believing one could do such things only to have no clue in the end, letting the necessary thought patterns never develop making the fool blind to see the beauty in simplicity or perhaps the complexity in what they attribute to be mundane or beneath them."

    "If that is within your realms so indeed, but we have time and again seen proof that such a thing is not possible for all. How even saving 5 is sometimes beyond possibility, but as long as you do not break 100 you are fine." A glance down to her green beer. "For now at least." Taking a moment to skill. "In earnest yes, my line of thinking likely would fall better within the purview of not overestimating ones skills, and to be able to see when you need to step back, to admit that you are currently lacking the necessary skills for a task and leave room for those whom do possess it."

    Daeva Vice: Lust BP:1

  9. #19
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    A giant of a man (7ft 6'), broad as a barn (300lb) his muscles are not things curated for gym selfies but thick from use and abuse. The jug jaw can be said to be his most flattering feature, after the badly broken nose, limp locks of hair and sharp shattered teeth. He wears a long poorly made overcoat, suspenders keep trousers up over a ill fitting white work shirt. A battered fedora is his only accessory.
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    Mask: a battered brown moth eaten fedora, the hat band looks like a band of sackcloth has been wound around it.

    Mein: made of stitched red and brown leaves, 2 holes for his horn nubbins -- the scarecrows I pictured to be in place of the hat band, just a jumbled array of tiny standing and suspended sackcloth and straw people ringing the main body of the hat.
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    Mantle (Autumn) ●●
    The source less sorcerous candle flames spark into existence with grater frequency and in greater number casting the Ogre in the light and shadows of their illusory flames that flicker with increased tenacity and with greater range of motion.

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    Standing an inch or so taller and broader than its already giant mask the blubbery ashen skin, splotched with chitinous scabs and bulbous fleshy worts look almost diseased. Wild and matted lichens and moss form a tangled mane of hair and beard. Thick trunk like, twisted, arms of exaggerated length, end in vast hands with dark chipped nails. The pillar like legs bow slightly. A barrel chest and obese gut only add to the immensity of the creature. A broad jaw houses a chaotic array of sharp and curving teeth resembling shards of stone that prevent complete mouth closure ensuring they are always on display. The flat squashed nose leads to the sickly yellow sclera of the vast bulbous eyes and pupils more akin to fragments of flint, in turn overshadowed by nubbin horns protruding from a wide forehead
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    Gristlegrinder Troll

    A shrug of his massive shoulders. "Uh. If you say so." Names had power he was well aware of that and even ones chosen at random were seldom as careless as they seemed. "Hm. What is this Bill of your did that was so wrong then?" And digging into that reason why was almost always a fascinating if a little dangerous conversation.

    A hand slams down on the table hard and loud, but he seems more exuberant then angary. "Ha. I knew it wasn't your natural colour." All this about purples eyes yeah but he knew about contacts and had been sure at first that's what it was.

    Then he loses the thread of things a little. "Uh. If your having to come o me to get away from the crowds doesn't that mean your look for the night was working? Experiment a success?" There might be a reason he didn't understand fashion.

    People had a habit of agreeing with him, even when they shouldn't or it would be more interesting if they didn't. "So. Why do you think it was called that then?" Doesn't mean he wont press and try to get more out the topic. "Ah. Joy and sorrow both can be found at the bottom of a bottle." People drink to celebrate or commiserate he once heard. Adding just to distract themselves to that list seems like a good idea.

    That was a little wordy of a way to put especially because he had been drinking. "Uh. You speak like someone who read it in a book. And are trying to sound clever." Cracking his neck, it got a little stiff always having to look down. "So. Pretty lady dressed in green do you know how to cook, and to clean? Do you see those who you rely on, really see them?" He struggled everyday to not just see them as food on two instead of four legs himself.

    Cracking his neck the other direction to even it out. "Bah. The world is not made for the tall I'll tell you that for nothing." Not exactly a cornel of wisdom that one. "Ah. But if you can't save then your not living in your means and something has to change." The right acquittances and the right investments had seen his financial situation take a radical turn up. "Oh. I know poverty pretty lady, and not just from the outside looking in. I just did what I needed to do it suffer it no longer then I had to." And the second time it had worked out, the time he had a few extra advantages. "Oh. What do you mean by leave it for someone else?" That could be taken two ways and he wanted to know which.
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  10. #20
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    Taking a moment to think over the words, not having expected the conversation to walk in such a manner, nor really having thought about it further. Only really able to picture sights of weirdmageddon before her for a bit at warm fond memories.
    "That is a good question, but I think the most fun thing would be the most innocent of mistakes." The sensation of something minor having untold massive ramifications being far more interesting than maliciousness. "He accidentally placed a single zero where it should have been a one. This spread an issue growing out of control, and soon all sites turned up in error, no sites having their access, apps and programs not getting their proper access just turning into a failure. Every system linked to it starting to not be able to function within mere hours to minutes, soon spreading to the infrastructure or digital access and within a day nothing working as it should. Riots, looting and general chaos ensuing making it impossible for anyone who might have been able to fix it to get there in time before the damages were beyond repair." A soft chuckle to herself. "And with that well the road to a world like mad max started very rapidly."

    Immediately jumping back with eyes upon the hand, pressing herself against her seat in a held breath for a moment before managing to catch herself and remembering to let air flow once more. A shake of the head and looking up at the man.
    "Sadly not, but now they are eternally mine, it hurt like nothing I had ever experienced before but it was worth it." The lips though, they had just been a blessing of a meaning that none seemed to grasp.

    Simply shrugging at the words.
    "I wouldn´t say so no, it is not like I go out to get attention or get someone in the sheets." Been there, done that, nothing new, a means to feed more often than anything else. "For me a night of new experiences means far more, a chance to see and try new things, to indulge in what the city has to offer, creating memories, what could be better?" Doubting that she would ever find something that could light that fire within, if it was even possible in her present state, but the chase was special all on it own.

    Tapping upon the table, knowing the giant was a thinker or could fool it out from their first meeting but not having expected to have to dig deep into things in this matter.
    "Probably a reference to a babies slow crawling, how the drinks make you slower and slower to get to each place, having a hard time to function as you need to take slower and slower steps less you fall over. So basically just a pace thing." Humans were simple so likely something like that, a look to her own beer and over to the giant. "A way to magnify feelings within, and better take in the surrounding atmosphere before being struck from the torn down mental defenses. Sadly it´s not my poison." Glancing back and forth between her beer and the giant. "May I buy you a drink?"

    A bit surprised at the call out, unsure if she should be offended or not, only picturing the red pale anger of her family before being taken over by her own battles of the past, oh how the shoes had shifted.
    "I owe more to many whom would fit the bill than I can begin to fathom, so I guess that the most honest answer is that I try." Having struggled to get to walk their paths, to not just be above them, yet to say that she could ever be like them or experience it was a long gone part of her life.

    "I can imagine, what is the worst thing about it for you?" A silent nod in agreement. "Yet for all that is not possible, held by invisible chains, sad as it is for those stuck within it." Not like she could ever truly know though, no the silver spoon of backup removed that. "Then you are either fortunate, strong, or simply born with the right fire within to not let the world break you down." Some certainly could, many could not. "Do not let peoples views of oneself, of ones title, of what they believe you can do be the truth. See when you do not possess the skills, give those whom do posses it a chance to step out from the shadows to not be overlooked, give credit where credit is due, and if needed learn the skills to be ready next time."

    Daeva Vice: Lust BP:1

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