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About Gaston

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    As a specimen, this guy appears socially declined.
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  1. Char: Gaspar Discord: Lukiwi
  2. and that's one of the reasons it went downhill lmao
  3. CUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA !!! I CALLED YOU CUCk!!
  4. During the cold, rainy night a ship with blue colours was harbored into the city's docks, it's sailors all refugees from the Eastern Kingdoms, most of them hailing from the plagued lands on the north. Starved and fearful, they would flock the local taverns for food and warmth, spreading the rumours from their homes, most notably of maddened zealots and the plight of kingdoms. Though as the night darkened they all went their way to sate their earthly needs, one lone man among the many went to find shelter under the roof of the Chapel. The morning next, the number of men with anchors on their chest would increase considerably, as well as mouths to feed and tents to shelter them, but more important than that, the church would find it a new humble servant.
  5. Constitution: 3+1 Senses: Strength: 3+1 Dexterity: Wisdom: Willpower: 1 Ingenuity: Haste: Fortune: HP: 22 Racial Trait: Human Soldier
  6. tfw tamano no bae uses mind powers to derail a thread and escape safe and sound
  7. Constitution: 1 Senses: 0 Strength: 0 Dexterity: 0 Wisdom: 3 +2 Willpower: 3 Ingenuity: 0 Haste: 0 Fortune: 0 HP: 14 Racial Trait: Human Caster: +2 WSD
  8. small dagger becomes big dagger
  9. Stop projecting, seven.
  10. As a specimen yes, I'm intimidating!
  11. In the tavern, a certain masculine, muscular and well-spoken man stared at the poster pinned to the wooden wall. With furrowed brows, his furious intent to decipher such letter-codes attracted the attention of some refugees, drunk and dumb, unafraid of death. The lordship of Theramore would later on that day be informed that a mighty brawl happened in such establishment, leaving many wounded and bruised.
  12. From the calm eastern waters of the city came a ship with two tall poles, sailing with white ragged flags, a ship unknown and with no name. As they docked, some poor haggard refugees and few armed soldiers hopped out, eager to see to the commander of the human bastion to report their troubled travels and pledge their blades to their cause. Strong and weak, young or old, those were mostly survivors from a distant war. "A disheartening scene", might a young Theramore guard think as he saw them march into the city. "Poor sods", an old lady would dare say. Pity on their souls, for unknown to them, amongst the big crowd stood a proud and tall figure in red, so fine in his stride, so muscular, divinely so, and beside him a fat, shortened man, who shouted from his lungs: "Make way for Gaspar! Out of the way, fools!" The poor men that bore no swords all marched into the local tavern, and soon after they would sing and dance in the name of the man in red. "As a specimen yes, I'm intimidating!" From their shouts, the whole town could hear that his neck was the thickest in all continents, and that he was a champion at expectorating.
  13. Constitution: 4 Senses: 0 Strength: 5 Dexterity: 0 Wisdom: 0 Willpower: 0 Ingenuity: 0 Fortune: 0 Haste: 0 Total HP (10 +4 per point in Constitution.): 26 Racial Modifier: Human Soldier: +1 STR and CON (edited his modifier to soldier)