Post by Belsamuel on Nov 2, 2007 14:52:52 GMT
Ok....rping I am used to...starting one not so so here I go
Delenora's Inn is like the Cheers of Port Royal. It's the evening of an average day and people are starting to come in to whet their whistles and relax. The Inn is popular in all social circles, with the inn sorted out amost like a bar with the lowly on one side and slowly working it's way to the east wing with the high born. While mingling between the social circles is not unheard of, it's usually frowned upon.
The thread starts with Belsamuel the Black sitting in the corner of the East wing, watching people strut in and old freinds sitting for a drink. He is the Inn's minstrel, but something more....something that no one knows....well, all but one but that's a secret you'll have to unravel!
Bio : Belsamuel the Black
Age : 24 - (sorry had to revamp)
Height : 5'10"
Hair : Back in a que brown with early aging grey and a white fringle from a run in with a very angry cannibal
Clothes : He seems always to be wearing a black cloak with a hint of burgandy on the inside, the material unrecognisable. The inside is inlayed with many pockets which almost anything can appear from. As well as that he wears a mix of many assorted clothes. From his lovely purple pants and matching bandana to his white lace shirt woth orange and gold vest.
Weapons : The extent of blades on Belsam is truly unknown, even to him. Many pockets means sometimes you forget what's in them. His main weapons though are a small kris dagger and his asenderai, a spear like weapon but with a 1 1/2 ft scimitar blade on the end instead of a spearhead.
Job : While seeming a wandering minstrel, there is more to Belsamuel. He admits to being a purveyor of stolen items and also a mercenary, but there are rumors of other contract types he will take...but another mystery that surrounds him.
Delenora's Inn is like the Cheers of Port Royal. It's the evening of an average day and people are starting to come in to whet their whistles and relax. The Inn is popular in all social circles, with the inn sorted out amost like a bar with the lowly on one side and slowly working it's way to the east wing with the high born. While mingling between the social circles is not unheard of, it's usually frowned upon.
The thread starts with Belsamuel the Black sitting in the corner of the East wing, watching people strut in and old freinds sitting for a drink. He is the Inn's minstrel, but something more....something that no one knows....well, all but one but that's a secret you'll have to unravel!
Bio : Belsamuel the Black
Age : 24 - (sorry had to revamp)
Height : 5'10"
Hair : Back in a que brown with early aging grey and a white fringle from a run in with a very angry cannibal
Clothes : He seems always to be wearing a black cloak with a hint of burgandy on the inside, the material unrecognisable. The inside is inlayed with many pockets which almost anything can appear from. As well as that he wears a mix of many assorted clothes. From his lovely purple pants and matching bandana to his white lace shirt woth orange and gold vest.
Weapons : The extent of blades on Belsam is truly unknown, even to him. Many pockets means sometimes you forget what's in them. His main weapons though are a small kris dagger and his asenderai, a spear like weapon but with a 1 1/2 ft scimitar blade on the end instead of a spearhead.
Job : While seeming a wandering minstrel, there is more to Belsamuel. He admits to being a purveyor of stolen items and also a mercenary, but there are rumors of other contract types he will take...but another mystery that surrounds him.
