Post by Akilan on Nov 3, 2014 1:58:49 GMT
Character’s Name: - Akilan Naaki
OOC Alias: - hadeon
Other Characters: - none
Past Role-play Experience: - Lots on tons of other sites. 'Souls RPG, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Party, The Figment RP forums, Avarice, Spyro RPG, WRPG.... More I think. And probably been role-playing about 4 years...
Role-play Sample: - Most Recent-
The Hobbit An Unexpected Party))
'Insipid miscreants, the lot o' them', Lyrath thought, slamming her half full tankard onto the chipped and worn table. The two lads hadn't stopped for the past half hour, their incessant comments and leers were beginning to weigh on her nerves and Lyrath was contemplating putting a stop to their misdemeanors herself as she watched the flustered bar maid flounder about. One of the boys pinched her rather supple backside once more and Lyrath growled under her breath. This was not how boys of their age should act... nor men of any age for that matter. Finishing the tankard of now luke warm mead, Lyrath slid the wooden container to the center of the round wooden table, pushing her chair back with a decisive shove, and began to make her way over to the chuckling duo.
Almost upon her prey, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring, she opened her mouth to speak when a large shadow fell over her and a hulking figure blocked her path. Stopping abruptly, Lyrath stared at the wall of muscle and flesh in front of her. The man was a good number taller than her and a good amount wider. She watched as he spoke, his voice deep and rumbling, the devious duo's demeanors quickly changed as the hulking man spoke. Lyrath couldn't see the beast of a man's face, but she quaked in her boots at the thought of facing off with the likes of this man.
After the boys nodded, offering apologies and muttering amongst themselves, the large man turned around. She quickly stepped to the side to evacuate the man's path, not wanting to get in his way as the bulky stranger made his way back to his own table.
A bit shell-shocked and unsure of what to do, (slightly embarrassed to return to her own table at the back of the tavern), she rocked on her heels and cleared her throat. The two boys were still whispering amongst themselves behind her and out of the corner of her eye she could see them glance over at the man, eyes narrowed and disdainful.
Staring at her booted feet, Lyrath contemplated on whether she should return to her table empty handed or request another drink from the still blushing bar hand, who was now behind the dingy counter.
Shrugging, Lyrath made her way towards the large kegs of mead. One hand was propped on the counter and the other digging around in her leather pouch for a few coins, as she spoke up.
"One tankard o' ale if ya don' mind."
Finally fishing one small silver piece out of her pocket she set it on the counter, sliding it towards the bar hand who in turn slid her the drink.
"Thank ye.", Lyrath said, nodding cordially.
She began to make her way back to her previous table when she was stopped by the two boys from earlier, one crossing his arms over his chest and the other donning a petulant look of distaste.
"Whatcha doin' talkin' ta a lady wit' a fairy face like tha'?", the boy on the left sneered, exposing yellowed and chipped teeth.
The boy on the right, obviously the dimmer soul of the two chimed in, "Ya, you fairy face."
They both chuckled at their insult, proud of the nickname they had come up with for their prey.
Lyrath furrowed her brows and narrowed her eyes crossing one arm over her chest and the other propping up the tankard as she took a large swig of the still crisp liquid. It burned on its way down her throat and the slight buzz gave her new found courage.
"Yah well at least I 'ave gotta a face tha' someun can look a', ya donkey toothed imbecile.", she remarked, smirking into her cup of ale.
The (slightly )smarter lad huffed uncrossing his arms and pointing at Lyrath, "Ya wanna take this outsi' where we can settle this like real men?" He dug his finger into her sternum as he said the last sentence, pushing her back slightly with a sneer.
Stumbling back a step, Lyrath seethed. No one layed a hand on her without permission, especially not some lowly stable mucker who drank cheap spirits at a low cost tavern.
"Ahve killed men twice yer size, kid.", Lyrath remarked, thrusting her ale at the boy, the liquid splashing over the brim slightly. A bluff on her part, but she wasn't about to back down from a petty bar fight against an idiotic miscreant and his goon.
Setting down her ale, she cracked her knuckles and gestured to the door.
"Let's take this outsi' then shall we?"
OOC Alias: - hadeon
Other Characters: - none
Past Role-play Experience: - Lots on tons of other sites. 'Souls RPG, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Party, The Figment RP forums, Avarice, Spyro RPG, WRPG.... More I think. And probably been role-playing about 4 years...
Role-play Sample: - Most Recent-
The Hobbit An Unexpected Party))
'Insipid miscreants, the lot o' them', Lyrath thought, slamming her half full tankard onto the chipped and worn table. The two lads hadn't stopped for the past half hour, their incessant comments and leers were beginning to weigh on her nerves and Lyrath was contemplating putting a stop to their misdemeanors herself as she watched the flustered bar maid flounder about. One of the boys pinched her rather supple backside once more and Lyrath growled under her breath. This was not how boys of their age should act... nor men of any age for that matter. Finishing the tankard of now luke warm mead, Lyrath slid the wooden container to the center of the round wooden table, pushing her chair back with a decisive shove, and began to make her way over to the chuckling duo.
Almost upon her prey, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring, she opened her mouth to speak when a large shadow fell over her and a hulking figure blocked her path. Stopping abruptly, Lyrath stared at the wall of muscle and flesh in front of her. The man was a good number taller than her and a good amount wider. She watched as he spoke, his voice deep and rumbling, the devious duo's demeanors quickly changed as the hulking man spoke. Lyrath couldn't see the beast of a man's face, but she quaked in her boots at the thought of facing off with the likes of this man.
After the boys nodded, offering apologies and muttering amongst themselves, the large man turned around. She quickly stepped to the side to evacuate the man's path, not wanting to get in his way as the bulky stranger made his way back to his own table.
A bit shell-shocked and unsure of what to do, (slightly embarrassed to return to her own table at the back of the tavern), she rocked on her heels and cleared her throat. The two boys were still whispering amongst themselves behind her and out of the corner of her eye she could see them glance over at the man, eyes narrowed and disdainful.
Staring at her booted feet, Lyrath contemplated on whether she should return to her table empty handed or request another drink from the still blushing bar hand, who was now behind the dingy counter.
Shrugging, Lyrath made her way towards the large kegs of mead. One hand was propped on the counter and the other digging around in her leather pouch for a few coins, as she spoke up.
"One tankard o' ale if ya don' mind."
Finally fishing one small silver piece out of her pocket she set it on the counter, sliding it towards the bar hand who in turn slid her the drink.
"Thank ye.", Lyrath said, nodding cordially.
She began to make her way back to her previous table when she was stopped by the two boys from earlier, one crossing his arms over his chest and the other donning a petulant look of distaste.
"Whatcha doin' talkin' ta a lady wit' a fairy face like tha'?", the boy on the left sneered, exposing yellowed and chipped teeth.
The boy on the right, obviously the dimmer soul of the two chimed in, "Ya, you fairy face."
They both chuckled at their insult, proud of the nickname they had come up with for their prey.
Lyrath furrowed her brows and narrowed her eyes crossing one arm over her chest and the other propping up the tankard as she took a large swig of the still crisp liquid. It burned on its way down her throat and the slight buzz gave her new found courage.
"Yah well at least I 'ave gotta a face tha' someun can look a', ya donkey toothed imbecile.", she remarked, smirking into her cup of ale.
The (slightly )smarter lad huffed uncrossing his arms and pointing at Lyrath, "Ya wanna take this outsi' where we can settle this like real men?" He dug his finger into her sternum as he said the last sentence, pushing her back slightly with a sneer.
Stumbling back a step, Lyrath seethed. No one layed a hand on her without permission, especially not some lowly stable mucker who drank cheap spirits at a low cost tavern.
"Ahve killed men twice yer size, kid.", Lyrath remarked, thrusting her ale at the boy, the liquid splashing over the brim slightly. A bluff on her part, but she wasn't about to back down from a petty bar fight against an idiotic miscreant and his goon.
Setting down her ale, she cracked her knuckles and gestured to the door.
"Let's take this outsi' then shall we?"
