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_-Captain BRM-_ said:
She leaned against the wall and watched him with an unrelenting gaze.
Strange man. Rescourcful man.
Humid air tore through her curls and brought tenacious frizz. Sweat still clung to her skin and dress.

@Lacy Duckwing
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Jintao put the right side of his coat on his right shoulder. He bit the collar and slid his arm through the left sleeve. It was still wet from when he had dropped it in a puddle earlier. Pulling his hand through, he reached over to his right and pulled the coat to his left. He went over to the rail and leaned against it, holding the coat in place so he could button it up. Finally, he took the empty sleeve and stuck the cuff into his pocket, which almost made it look like he had a right arm after all. "All set," he said, turning around.

@_-Captain BRM-_
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Jintao put the right side of his coat on his right shoulder. He bit the collar and slid his arm through the left sleeve. It was still wet from when he had dropped it in a puddle earlier. Pulling his hand through, he reached over to his right and pulled the coat to his left. He went over to the rail and leaned against it, holding the coat in place so he could button it up. Finally, he took the empty sleeve and stuck the cuff into his pocket, which almost made it look like he had a right arm after all. "All set," he said, turning around.

@_-Captain BRM-_
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Tay rolled her eyes and started up the ladder.
Wasting time.
Gosh, she was good at that.
 
_-Captain BRM-_ said:
Let's skip ahead, hm?

What are you doing with Jintao, pal? We've been dragging since they stepped foot in the mercantile.
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(Sure!

Well currently, I'm looking to keep him with Tay until she reaches the cove. I kinda want to keep him with her longer, like if she goes on a ship or something, but if I do, I'm hoping to come up with some type of resistance.)
 
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Name: Shem Molbjorn
Gender: Male
Age: 36 in human years, though I don’t know how long centaurs live. Probably the same right?
Species: Centaur
Physical Appearance: Shem is built like a Shire Horse. Dappled grey skin and hair, green eyes and perfect teeth other then one that looks to be replaced with dull silver. His hair is long and braided, sometimes put up in a man bun style, his beard is braided and maintained. He wears leather armor and a black under shirt. A satchel is usually slung across his shoulder which doubles as a quiver filled with arrows. He also wears a necklace with the image of a crescent moon and a star in the middle of the moon around his neck. A beautiful ivory bow, etched with patterns and constellations is all he has left of his old herd.
Personality: very hopeful on the outside, always trying to look on the bright side and keep spirits up, but inside he feels completely lost and unsure of the future. He feels best out under the stars like most centaurs and is constantly trying to rally the captive centaurs in secret, trying to escape the compound. It hasn’t worked. He’s a very determined creature who fears succumbing completely to the will of the king.
Backstory (optional): like most Centaurs he was traveling the lands with his caravan, going from one Indian tribe to another, selling their wares and stocking up for the next leg of the yearly journey around the large island. He was really closer to a foal when the king arrived. (Sorry if I’m messing up timelines, idk how long ago it was! We can change it if need be!) King Lanchester forced Shems herd into camps and forbid the nomadic beings from roaming “his” island. They tried fighting back but it ended in vain, death was all that came of the fighting. The centaurs had grown weak, not knowing they would have to face off against a tyrannical king in the near future. The younger. Centaurs weren’t prepared for battle and many died trying to escape the kings clutches. Eventually they were imprisoned in compounds, forced to become one with his army…or be killed. Shem was one of the few who survived from his herd, but was eventually taken to a separate part of the compound for special training. They told him he would make a great warrior for the king and was even put in charge of his own squad of centaurs to train under himself.
But secretly he’s been planning a breakout, he made his choice long ago that he would never truly allie with the king. He would join the rebels if it’s the last thing he did.
Other: He’s insanely good with his bow, preferring a style of long range fighting more common for smaller soldiers. Even though he would be good for the front lines, taking hits and being the tank of the army, he plans to make it out of the compound alive. So even though he’s fairly well trained in close combat, he prefers his bow.
( is this good?! @Blue Raptor :D)
 
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Crestcrazy2 said:
Form
Name: Shem Molbjorn
Gender: Male
Age: 36 in human years, though I don’t know how long centaurs live. Probably the same right?
Species: Centaur
Physical Appearance: Shem is built like a Shire Horse. Dappled grey skin and hair, green eyes and perfect teeth other then one that looks to be replaced with dull silver. His hair is long and braided, sometimes put up in a man bun style, his beard is braided and maintained. He wears leather armor and a black under shirt. A satchel is usually slung across his shoulder which doubles as a quiver filled with arrows. He also wears a necklace with the image of a crescent moon and a star in the middle of the moon around his neck. A beautiful ivory bow, etched with patterns and constellations is all he has left of his old herd.
Personality: very hopeful on the outside, always trying to look on the bright side and keep spirits up, but inside he feels completely lost and unsure of the future. He feels best out under the stars like most centaurs and is constantly trying to rally the captive centaurs in secret, trying to escape the compound. It hasn’t worked. He’s a very determined creature who fears succumbing completely to the will of the king.
Backstory (optional): like most Centaurs he was traveling the lands with his caravan, going from one Indian tribe to another, selling their wares and stocking up for the next leg of the yearly journey around the large island. He was really closer to a foal when the king arrived. (Sorry if I’m messing up timelines, idk how long ago it was! We can change it if need be!) King Lanchester forced Shems herd into camps and forbid the nomadic beings from roaming “his” island. They tried fighting back but it ended in vain, death was all that came of the fighting. The centaurs had grown weak, not knowing they would have to face off against a tyrannical king in the near future. The younger. Centaurs weren’t prepared for battle and many died trying to escape the kings clutches. Eventually they were imprisoned in compounds, forced to become one with his army…or be killed. Shem was one of the few who survived from his herd, but was eventually taken to a separate part of the compound for special training. They told him he would make a great warrior for the king and was even put in charge of his own squad of centaurs to train under himself.
But secretly he’s been planning a breakout, he made his choice long ago that he would never truly allie with the king. He would join the rebels if it’s the last thing he did.
Other: He’s insanely good with his bow, preferring a style of long range fighting more common for smaller soldiers. Even though he would be good for the front lines, taking hits and being the tank of the army, he plans to make it out of the compound alive. So even though he’s fairly well trained in close combat, he prefers his bow.
( is this good?! @Blue Raptor :D)
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I KNEW IT.

I KNEW YOUD CHOSE A CENTAUR YEAHHHH.


Hey Josh. Accepted! 😂
 
-Kiwi- said:
“Crazy, for someone that wanted to blast me to pieces five minutes ago,” Lichen said drily. “But alright, I accept.” She shrugged.
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-Shade- said:
(Did Lichen ever officially introduce herself, or did I miss that part)

Ember slid her gun back into its holster as well, watching silent while the other Mythics conversed for a long moment, turning the new blade in her hand. These two were only a start to the willing crew they'd need to collect before leaving port. Ember had a deadline to meet, and she was already beginning to doubt if accepting Vhanya's offer was the best option.
She'd wait. She needed an interceptor to complete her mission, and if they could be out of the docks within two days, she would give the Quicksilver and its captain- granted, increasingly annoying captain- a chance to show her what they were truly made of. But to find out, she'd have to wait.
Ember growled quietly under her breath.
She hated waiting.
The Harpy glanced back up at the scene, waiting impatiently for Galen's reply.

@-Kiwi-
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
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-Shade- said:
Feathers bristled, rustling the cloak as Ember straightened, a chill running down her spine.
Something stirred in the corners of her mind, unnerved and anxious, grappling with the sense of darkness, like black cobwebs growing with an approaching presence.
Danger.
Ember tensely pulled her hood back over her head, slowly glancing over at the boarding plank and down to the shadowed docks. She slowly rested a hand on her flintlock again, wondering vaguely if the other Harpies could feel the warning too.

@-Kiwi-
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
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RDchicken99 said:
Ember, with her superior sixth sense tensed, pulling her hood up around her feathery ears. Vhanya too noticed the change in the dawn air, but she couldn’t place her finger on what.
Curse this lousy sense of mine.

She shook off the prickling feeling as best as she was able; she had other matters to deal with. She looked back to Galen.

”We leave as quickly as we can, but you should be aware that we need nearly triple the amount of people we currently have to properly man this ship,” her voice turned buttery-smooth, “I’d certainly appreciate if your discernment was turned to seeking out more souls for our crew, if you’re so intent on setting sail.“

She set her attention to the other Harpy woman, hoping to distract herself from the uncomfortable feeling crawling up her spine, setting her tail a-twitch and raising the hairs on her nape.

”I’m asking you to join me, too. Understand that you shan’t find a deal as good as the one I’ve offered you around these parts…”

@-Shade-
@Isabella5Storm3
@-Kiwi-
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Isabella5Storm3 said:
Galen stiffened as the uneasy feeling smothered him like a thick impenetrable fog. His hand tightened around his knife as he slowly slipped it up into one sleeve.
"I'm not intent, I couldn't care less I just...don't like it here."
He backed up slowly towards the edge of the ship and the open water for a fast getaway.
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@-Kiwi-
@-Shade-
@RDchicken99
@Isabella5Storm3
 

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