Arthur relaxed on this warm, summer night and appreciated life, it treated him nicely. It gave him a beautiful wife, a little boy and an amazing honor, being a knight. Protecting the weak, and serving the brave and strong.
Arthur was going to go check on the royal family, since it was his turn anyway. As he walked up the castle walls, he heard... A mixture of brutish yelling and screaming with the snarling of wild animals. As he looked out the castle opening through the winding staircase, there was death itself. The Matriarch, leading it's horde of Orc Warriors, Ogres, Kobolds, Gnolls and much more... He tensed up and his senses prepared him
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Welcome To Freddy's - Prologue
Saturday
"I'm telling you, Freddy's is haunted by those kids that got killed about a decade ago, why else would the animatronics walk around at night!" Brock spoke up. The young men were in a heated conversation of a pizza place that is slowly but noticeably losing customers. The frigid November wind of Toronto, Canada made all five of the boy's ears and noses red.
"No you idiot, they're in wandering mode, and they think the security guards are exoskeletons without suits! Then they stuff you in one..." Ryan said mumbled through his jet black scarf.
"Speaking of which, what happened to the other guard, wasn't his name Mike Schmidt?" Scott
Name: Matthew Booker
Origin: ???
Age: 33
Birthday: ???, 1301
Race: Human
Height: '5,11'
Weight: 175 lbs.
Eye Color: Deep Blue, Leafy Green (Complete Heterochromia)
Hair Color: Dark Blonde
Appearance: A rugged-looking man with a slight beard and a piercing glare. His slightly rusty swords have stained blood on them (much to the disliking of Archer). He has several cuts, bruises and scratches all over his body from fights with anything and anyone. Aside from that, he looks like an average man.
Likes: Fighting, Money, Women, Alcohol
Dislikes: Mage, Orcs, Knight, Rogue
Personality: Mean, Rude, Angry, Brutish
Weapons: Dual Swords
Background: Or
Name: Captain Vince Digg
Origin: ???
Age: 38
Birthday: ???, 1296
Race: Human
Height: '6,01'
Weight: 237 lbs.
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Hair Color: Light Red
Appearance: A large man with a big, light red beard, but no hair on his head. He wears a large blue hat with a feather in it to cover that up. He wears a coat and rags underneath. He also has black boots and grey, tattered pants. His beard is very well kept and smooth.
Likes: Fighting, Money, Exploring, Oceans
Dislikes: Orcs, Knight, Mercenary, Rogue
Personality: Loud, Boisterous, Adventurous, Daring
Weapons: Hand Cannon, Sword
Background: Being on the high seas for as long as he can reme
Name: Thomas Forde
Origin: England
Age: 26
Birthday: December 7th, 1308
Race: Human
Height: '6,01'
Weight: 182 lbs.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Light Brown
Appearance: The Rogue is a lanky man with cuts and bruises all over his face from several times fighting knights and rotting in prison, wasting away from refusing to eat for days. He has a scar in the form of an 'X' on his left shoulder, that his slave owner gave him when he was just a boy. His dark brown eyes and light brown eyes help him to hide in the forest, seeking his next rich victim.
Likes: Money, Freedom, Rebels, Fighting
Dislikes: Knights, Kings, Slave Owners, Orcs
Person
Name: ???
Origin: England (Maybe)
Age: 17
Birthday: ???, 1317
Race: Human
Height: '5,08'
Weight: 108 lbs.
Eye Color: Hazelnut
Hair Color: Deep Red
Appearance: The Cleric is only a boy, with freckles and big, bright eyes. His skin is soft and smooth. He has ruffled red hair, and he carries a leather sac of healing items in it. He also carries a small dagger that the Mage gave him in case of rough times. He wears a leather cap similar to Archer's, but it is larger and saggier.
Likes: Helping, Healing, Friends, Mage
Dislikes: Orcs, Knight, Mercenary, Rogue
Personality: Helpful, Curious, Caring, Optimistic
Weapons: Dagger, Healing Sac
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Name: ???
Origin: ???
Age: ???
Birthday: ???
Race: Human (Maybe)
Height: '5,09'
Weight: 126 lbs.
Eye Color: Grey (Originally: ???)
Hair Color: White (Originally: ???)
Appearance: The Mage is an elderly, withered man with white hair and several other spots that show he's aged. He wear a large blue hat showing his ranking as a Mage and has a dark brown cane and a bright blue book of spells.
Likes: Studying, Reading, Writing, Spells
Dislikes: Interruption, Knight, Orcs, Rogue
Personality: Air-Headed, Wise, Reclusive, Strange
Weapons: Staff And Book
Background: No one knows where he came from, but as soon as he set up his workshop/tavern, the
Name: Edward Churchill
Origin: England
Age: 20
Birthday: June 29th, 1318
Race: Human
Height: '5,11'
Weight: 139 lbs.
Eye Color: Faded Green (Originally: Leafy Green)
Hair Color: Light Brown
Appearance: Edward has faded green eyes that were originally leafy green. The reason is because of restless nights of insomnia. The Archer has several bags under his eyes, his hair is (moderately) neat and he wears a leather cap. He carries a large bow made from the strongest trees and he has several arrows with iron tips, and each is very special. He has a leather cap that has an arrow running through it.
Likes: Slacking, Sleeping, Space, Food
Dislikes
Name: Arthur Tealeaf II
Origin: England
Age: 34
Birthday: August 12th, 1300
Race: Human
Height: '6,00'
Weight: 178 lbs.
Eye Color: Oceanic Blue
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Appearance: The Knight is a rather weary looking man with light blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He's almost always wearing his iron armor. He caries a large shield and a powerful sword on his back. His iron helmet has a red tuft of hair that goes down in a straight line. He has a scar running down his back from a fight with a horde of orcs.
Likes: Nothing
Dislikes: Orcs, Losing, Company, Rogue
Personality: Cantankerous, Mean, Secretive, Rage-Blinded
Weapons: Sword And Shie
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A tall, thin boy sat on his black swivel chair. His hair was matted, black, curly and just-out-of-bed. His weary, eyes that had several bags under them, he was shrouded in paranoia and anxiety. Just a lonesome shell of himself, no one to love him or care at his deathbed...
The boy wiped away those numerous and non-stop thoughts of... Friends. Something he wish he had... He turned on his laptop, which responded with a click, and it's light poorly illuminated the room. Then the young man turned to look at the clock; 1:00 AM, oh yah, he almost forgot he was an insomniac.
As the laptop got itself together, he wen