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Role Play ProfileBEHOLD THE AWESOMENESS OF NEKOSCTYTHE
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"If you want to hold a rose, you can't be afraid of thorns."
"Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return."
"Winter is coming."Black Shamrock
A novel(of sorts) that I'm writing when I get creative but don't feel like drawing. I'll be putting chapters up one at a time here on my profile, so you can read them and give feedback and even suggestions. I love story suggestions, even if I don't take them.
Cato and Nyla
More character art might come if you cross your fingers or ask nicely enough times.
And with no father ado, here it is:Cato
Cato Bloodwolf sauntered easily down the stone flags of the wide streets of the dock quarter of Selȗne. A cool breeze blew off the Middle Sea and the young elf breathed deeply of the salty tang of the sea. People turned to look as he passed, any elf at all stood out in the human-halfling port city, and Cato's skin was a striking deep red. He was a blood elf, a rare species of elf renowned for their fighting prowess. He was flamboyantly dressed in a white silk shirt, open almost to his waist, a black leather vest, black silk pants, and a wide red silk sash, through which a scimitar and an engraved flintlock were thrust with no sheaths. His bone white hair jutted out from under a black bandanna, his bangs just reaching his golden eyes. People muttered darkly as he passed, not so much because of his skin-the people of Selȗne were a tolerant sort-as the fact that he was obviously dressed like a pirate, and pirates didn't walk openly in the markets of the fair port city.
And so it wasn't long before several large men wearing the uniform of the port authority-an anchor crossed with a sword-blocked the elf's path and one cleared his throat rather loudly. He was a massive man, with bronzed shin and dark hair and eyes, an Arkalian, native to this part of the Middle Sea. Cato stopped and tilted his head ever so slightly to the side indicating curiosity. Even the guards shifted uncomfortably. Somehow the thin scar on Cato's jaw only added to the innocent appeal of his boyish features. The man cleared his throat again, but more convincingly.
“I've never seen you around here before, and trust me, you aren't one I'd forget.”
The Arkalian said in an official tone, trying to maintain his composure in the face of the awkward tension Cato was creating with his heart-melting lost expression. The other guards shifted from one foot to the other, unsure of quite what it was they were supposed to do in this situation. After a slight pause, in which the Arkalian determined he'd get no hints or help from his comrades, he continued a little more awkwardly.
“Listen here, the townsfolk are gettin' antsy with you walkin' around dressed like that. They get the wrong idea. So remember for next time okay?”
The man said and ended with a sigh, all authority gone from his voice.
“Oh, sure. I thought they had just never seen a blood elf before. I was starting to feel a little uneasy with all the stares.”
Cato said and nodded once before rubbing the back of his head and giving a weak laugh. The other guards turned to leave halfway through his last sentence, hasty to get out of the uncomfortable position they had been in. The Arkalian looked over his shoulder and muttered under his breath before chasing after his comrades and catching up to them, slapping one on the back of the head. Cato grinned at his back and turned down a side street to continue his stroll.Nice acting.
Cato heard a whisper, as if carried by the wind and turned around suddenly. Some people looked at him, but most just carried on as usual. Obviously, he'd been the only one to hear the voice.Up here.
The voice whispered, and a slight breeze blew against his chin. He tilted his head up and there, sitting easily on the edge of a roof idly swinging her legs, was another elf. She had dusky skin and bright golden hair sticking out around a teal headband tilted at an angle, making her hair fall to one side, covering her right eye in a saffron waterfall. She wore only sashes of blue and green, tied around her chest and tied together to make a skirt high on the right to reveal most of her thigh. Elongated spiral tattoos marked her left shoulder and cheek. She gave a wide grin and waved at him then gestured for him to follow her and disappeared over the roof. Cato hesitated only a second before following.Seamus
“Get the bastard! Someone get him!”
A Sylian pirate yelled, spitting blood and teeth with every word. He kept yelling until a table hit him in the face. After that he slept quietly on the floor of the Leaping Lady, the roughest tavern in Swordhaven, one of the roughest cities in the world. Founded by mercenaries and built by pirates, the only law in Swordhaven was dealt out cutlass to pistol. Or in the case of Seamus the halfling, his fists.
“Bah! Ye've not the brains or the brawn t' be bestin' th' likes o' Seamus O'Kearney!”
A thick brogue rang out from underneath a mass of bodies, which promptly began writhing furiously. Before long men and halflings alike were dropping off the pile to the floor or being flung across the room. One halfling stood out in the epicentre of it all, A short, solid mass of muscle and fiery orange hair spiked with sweat and streaked with blood. Seamus O'Kearney was a tangle of flying fists, stomping feet, and curses inter spaced between biting and spitting.
Eventually the other patrons got the hint and backed away from the raging gale of a halfling. Seamus thrashed about for awhile before he noticed the lack of anything more to hit. With one last look around to make absolutely certain he was out of targets he kicked the bar, cursed, and hopped around holding his bruised toe. No one dared to laugh.
“Bah. Give me another whiskey!”
He snorted and hopped up on one of two intact bar stools. He was still sulking and staring at the bottom of his third glass when his periphery vision went black. He grunted in surprise and swung a fast backhand to get rid of whatever it was, but to his complete surprise his fist just stopped.
“What th' blazes?!”
He growled drunkenly and spun around-nearly falling off his stool-but something kept him upright. He glanced at his wrist and saw a black glove clamped tightly around it. When he tried to follow the arm back, it vanished in the tattered folds of an old coat. His gaze went up and he saw that the man in black was almost seven feet tall. But even from his advantageous angle, Seamus couldn't see anything but a small glint where the man's eyes were under the shadows of an old wide brimmed hat made of black leather. Even the man's face seemed black, his jaw and mouth covered in the beginnings of a beard. Long raven hair fell past the man's shoulders in an unkempt fashion.
“Seamus O'Kearney, I take it?”
The stranger's voice was a deep bass rumble, and flavoured with a strong Northland accent. Seamus set his jaw, suddenly alert. The northmen mostly kept to their own affairs, but like blood elves, were well known to be superior warriors, aided no doubt by their size. Seamus gave an internal snort. He was the best fighter, despite his size.
“And what if I was?”
Seamus said defiantly. He wasn't about to let some Northlander come in and push him around on his own turf. He had a reputation to protect. He stood up on the stool, which put him about level with the northman's chest. Not exactly imposing, but it was a start.
“Then you'd be in luck. I have an excellent proposition for him.”
The stranger responded, and a wry grin split his face like a crack in a glacier. Before long, Seamus was grinning as well.
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