Thomas
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he/him
Roleplay
Tell stories and roleplay in the world of Flight Rising.
TOPIC | (Private) Lost
@socialbookworm
I will be using:
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=10583812]
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Name: Calixto
Appearance: He has darker skin, and wears clothes similar to those of the traditional Ute heritage.
Personality: you will find out :0
@socialbookworm
I will be using:
Name: Calixto
Appearance: He has darker skin, and wears clothes similar to those of the traditional Ute heritage.
Personality: you will find out :0
I will be using:
Name: Calixto
Appearance: He has darker skin, and wears clothes similar to those of the traditional Ute heritage.
Personality: you will find out :0
Thomas
he/him
he/him
@Elubviq
This is Vincent. ^-^ Since I'm assuming you want m/m
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20754933]
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Apperence: Average height, with a slight build. He's pale from all his time indoors. He normally wears sweatpants and t-shirts, but when he goes out it's in semi-formal navy wear.
Personality: A quiet introvert who doesn't like talking to people. He prefers time with his books, curling up in front of a fire to read all day.
@Elubviq
This is Vincent. ^-^ Since I'm assuming you want m/m
Apperence: Average height, with a slight build. He's pale from all his time indoors. He normally wears sweatpants and t-shirts, but when he goes out it's in semi-formal navy wear.
Personality: A quiet introvert who doesn't like talking to people. He prefers time with his books, curling up in front of a fire to read all day.
This is Vincent. ^-^ Since I'm assuming you want m/m
Apperence: Average height, with a slight build. He's pale from all his time indoors. He normally wears sweatpants and t-shirts, but when he goes out it's in semi-formal navy wear.
Personality: A quiet introvert who doesn't like talking to people. He prefers time with his books, curling up in front of a fire to read all day.
@socialbookworm
Aww, he's cute!
So, plot-wise, will we end up having him go on a trail? Maybe he wants to read out in nature and things just go bad.
Aww, he's cute!
So, plot-wise, will we end up having him go on a trail? Maybe he wants to read out in nature and things just go bad.
@socialbookworm
Aww, he's cute!
So, plot-wise, will we end up having him go on a trail? Maybe he wants to read out in nature and things just go bad.
Aww, he's cute!
So, plot-wise, will we end up having him go on a trail? Maybe he wants to read out in nature and things just go bad.
Thomas
he/him
he/him
@Elubviq
Vincet glanced up from his latest book, watching the sparks from his fire dance. He sighed, closing the book quietly and standing up to put it back on the shelf. His body creaked in protest from his first movement in hours, and he paused to stretch out.
His eyes wandered to the window, where the first light of the morning bleed the sky yellows, pinks, and oranges. He slid the book easily into it's place among the piles he had, and tilted his head to the side as a different title caught his attention.
He plucked it deftly from the pile, scattering the ones on top of it, and glanced at the window again. He nodded to himself, tugged his shoes on, and walked outside. Locking the door behind him, he tucked the book under his arm, and wander down the street towards the woods. He wanted to find a quiet place away from others to read.
As they sky faded from its pastel colors into a muted blue, his feet crunched branches and leaves beneath them. His eyes roamed the area, waiting for the right spot to curl up in for a couple of hours to read.
Vincet glanced up from his latest book, watching the sparks from his fire dance. He sighed, closing the book quietly and standing up to put it back on the shelf. His body creaked in protest from his first movement in hours, and he paused to stretch out.
His eyes wandered to the window, where the first light of the morning bleed the sky yellows, pinks, and oranges. He slid the book easily into it's place among the piles he had, and tilted his head to the side as a different title caught his attention.
He plucked it deftly from the pile, scattering the ones on top of it, and glanced at the window again. He nodded to himself, tugged his shoes on, and walked outside. Locking the door behind him, he tucked the book under his arm, and wander down the street towards the woods. He wanted to find a quiet place away from others to read.
As they sky faded from its pastel colors into a muted blue, his feet crunched branches and leaves beneath them. His eyes roamed the area, waiting for the right spot to curl up in for a couple of hours to read.
@Elubviq
Vincet glanced up from his latest book, watching the sparks from his fire dance. He sighed, closing the book quietly and standing up to put it back on the shelf. His body creaked in protest from his first movement in hours, and he paused to stretch out.
His eyes wandered to the window, where the first light of the morning bleed the sky yellows, pinks, and oranges. He slid the book easily into it's place among the piles he had, and tilted his head to the side as a different title caught his attention.
He plucked it deftly from the pile, scattering the ones on top of it, and glanced at the window again. He nodded to himself, tugged his shoes on, and walked outside. Locking the door behind him, he tucked the book under his arm, and wander down the street towards the woods. He wanted to find a quiet place away from others to read.
As they sky faded from its pastel colors into a muted blue, his feet crunched branches and leaves beneath them. His eyes roamed the area, waiting for the right spot to curl up in for a couple of hours to read.
Vincet glanced up from his latest book, watching the sparks from his fire dance. He sighed, closing the book quietly and standing up to put it back on the shelf. His body creaked in protest from his first movement in hours, and he paused to stretch out.
His eyes wandered to the window, where the first light of the morning bleed the sky yellows, pinks, and oranges. He slid the book easily into it's place among the piles he had, and tilted his head to the side as a different title caught his attention.
He plucked it deftly from the pile, scattering the ones on top of it, and glanced at the window again. He nodded to himself, tugged his shoes on, and walked outside. Locking the door behind him, he tucked the book under his arm, and wander down the street towards the woods. He wanted to find a quiet place away from others to read.
As they sky faded from its pastel colors into a muted blue, his feet crunched branches and leaves beneath them. His eyes roamed the area, waiting for the right spot to curl up in for a couple of hours to read.
@socialbookworm
For hours he had been sitting in the same position, waiting for an animal of some sort to make an appearance. Calixto was beginning to become impatient, eyes darting to every little sound made. His spot up in his tree of choice wasn't too comfortable anymore. He was irritated.
You see, all day he had been sitting up in this fricken tree just to have some meat to eat. He was sick of eating berries all the time. Thankfully he had SOMETHING to eat, but it was getting awfully repetitive. He would fish, but the fish had no interest in the insects he caught. At least he didn't have to eat those.
Not soon enough, he hears the snap of a stick breaking. Without looking first, he knocks and shoots an arrow nearly immediately after he hears the sound. He hoped he didn't miss, and would instead hear the cry of an animal. He knocks another arrow in case it was a deer.
For hours he had been sitting in the same position, waiting for an animal of some sort to make an appearance. Calixto was beginning to become impatient, eyes darting to every little sound made. His spot up in his tree of choice wasn't too comfortable anymore. He was irritated.
You see, all day he had been sitting up in this fricken tree just to have some meat to eat. He was sick of eating berries all the time. Thankfully he had SOMETHING to eat, but it was getting awfully repetitive. He would fish, but the fish had no interest in the insects he caught. At least he didn't have to eat those.
Not soon enough, he hears the snap of a stick breaking. Without looking first, he knocks and shoots an arrow nearly immediately after he hears the sound. He hoped he didn't miss, and would instead hear the cry of an animal. He knocks another arrow in case it was a deer.
@socialbookworm
For hours he had been sitting in the same position, waiting for an animal of some sort to make an appearance. Calixto was beginning to become impatient, eyes darting to every little sound made. His spot up in his tree of choice wasn't too comfortable anymore. He was irritated.
You see, all day he had been sitting up in this fricken tree just to have some meat to eat. He was sick of eating berries all the time. Thankfully he had SOMETHING to eat, but it was getting awfully repetitive. He would fish, but the fish had no interest in the insects he caught. At least he didn't have to eat those.
Not soon enough, he hears the snap of a stick breaking. Without looking first, he knocks and shoots an arrow nearly immediately after he hears the sound. He hoped he didn't miss, and would instead hear the cry of an animal. He knocks another arrow in case it was a deer.
For hours he had been sitting in the same position, waiting for an animal of some sort to make an appearance. Calixto was beginning to become impatient, eyes darting to every little sound made. His spot up in his tree of choice wasn't too comfortable anymore. He was irritated.
You see, all day he had been sitting up in this fricken tree just to have some meat to eat. He was sick of eating berries all the time. Thankfully he had SOMETHING to eat, but it was getting awfully repetitive. He would fish, but the fish had no interest in the insects he caught. At least he didn't have to eat those.
Not soon enough, he hears the snap of a stick breaking. Without looking first, he knocks and shoots an arrow nearly immediately after he hears the sound. He hoped he didn't miss, and would instead hear the cry of an animal. He knocks another arrow in case it was a deer.
Thomas
he/him
he/him
@Elubviq
Vincet glanced towards the sound, and as his body shifted, it was forced back from the force of an arrow burying itself in his waist. He cried out in pain, and already reaching to cover the bleeding wound. The red blood slipped between his fingers, dying his hands red, and he stumbled back into a tree. Pain started to radiated fron the wound, racing like a fire from the orgin.
He slipped down the tree, hitting the ground with a muted thump.
Vincet glanced towards the sound, and as his body shifted, it was forced back from the force of an arrow burying itself in his waist. He cried out in pain, and already reaching to cover the bleeding wound. The red blood slipped between his fingers, dying his hands red, and he stumbled back into a tree. Pain started to radiated fron the wound, racing like a fire from the orgin.
He slipped down the tree, hitting the ground with a muted thump.
@Elubviq
Vincet glanced towards the sound, and as his body shifted, it was forced back from the force of an arrow burying itself in his waist. He cried out in pain, and already reaching to cover the bleeding wound. The red blood slipped between his fingers, dying his hands red, and he stumbled back into a tree. Pain started to radiated fron the wound, racing like a fire from the orgin.
He slipped down the tree, hitting the ground with a muted thump.
Vincet glanced towards the sound, and as his body shifted, it was forced back from the force of an arrow burying itself in his waist. He cried out in pain, and already reaching to cover the bleeding wound. The red blood slipped between his fingers, dying his hands red, and he stumbled back into a tree. Pain started to radiated fron the wound, racing like a fire from the orgin.
He slipped down the tree, hitting the ground with a muted thump.
@socialbookworm
Calixto was shocked- a human?! He quickly climbs down the tree, inspecting the damage he had done. It had hit him in his waist.. That wasn't good. It could have hit something important. He curses in his native tongue, reaching down to pick up the man. Thankfully, Calixto was rather strong.
He carries him to his home, a small long-house he had built himself. He was very proud of it, but now was not the time to be thinking about that.
Laying the stranger on a mat. he uses a knife to cut his shirt away. Thankfully, the arrow hadn't embedded itself too deep, but it was still deep enough to make him bleed and possibly cause an infection. He looks to the man's face. What language did he speak? "English?" He tried. He didn't know much of the language, but it was better than a complete language barrier, he supposed.
Calixto was shocked- a human?! He quickly climbs down the tree, inspecting the damage he had done. It had hit him in his waist.. That wasn't good. It could have hit something important. He curses in his native tongue, reaching down to pick up the man. Thankfully, Calixto was rather strong.
He carries him to his home, a small long-house he had built himself. He was very proud of it, but now was not the time to be thinking about that.
Laying the stranger on a mat. he uses a knife to cut his shirt away. Thankfully, the arrow hadn't embedded itself too deep, but it was still deep enough to make him bleed and possibly cause an infection. He looks to the man's face. What language did he speak? "English?" He tried. He didn't know much of the language, but it was better than a complete language barrier, he supposed.
@socialbookworm
Calixto was shocked- a human?! He quickly climbs down the tree, inspecting the damage he had done. It had hit him in his waist.. That wasn't good. It could have hit something important. He curses in his native tongue, reaching down to pick up the man. Thankfully, Calixto was rather strong.
He carries him to his home, a small long-house he had built himself. He was very proud of it, but now was not the time to be thinking about that.
Laying the stranger on a mat. he uses a knife to cut his shirt away. Thankfully, the arrow hadn't embedded itself too deep, but it was still deep enough to make him bleed and possibly cause an infection. He looks to the man's face. What language did he speak? "English?" He tried. He didn't know much of the language, but it was better than a complete language barrier, he supposed.
Calixto was shocked- a human?! He quickly climbs down the tree, inspecting the damage he had done. It had hit him in his waist.. That wasn't good. It could have hit something important. He curses in his native tongue, reaching down to pick up the man. Thankfully, Calixto was rather strong.
He carries him to his home, a small long-house he had built himself. He was very proud of it, but now was not the time to be thinking about that.
Laying the stranger on a mat. he uses a knife to cut his shirt away. Thankfully, the arrow hadn't embedded itself too deep, but it was still deep enough to make him bleed and possibly cause an infection. He looks to the man's face. What language did he speak? "English?" He tried. He didn't know much of the language, but it was better than a complete language barrier, he supposed.
Thomas
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he/him