The_rogue_bard
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- Joined
- Aug 8, 2006
- Posts
- 6
"Hello everyone. I've just joined this site, approximately.... 3 minutes ago.
My name is Zin and I'm the now local bard/ comedian. It's a pleasure to meet anyone who will actually talk to me. I also moonlight as a Rogue...oops. Shouldn't have told you that."
Then in a hushed whispered he tells you while raising his hand to the side of his face showing that it shouldn't be public knowledge he leans forward and says in a slow serious whisper tells you. "you didn't hear the last part."
He then returns to his usually joyous manner.
You see before you a tall slender man in his early twenties. He has spiky black hair with bangs covering part of his face. He's dressed in dark linen pants which hang around his ankles in small billows. He's also attired in jet black boots and a similarly colored vest.
Underneath the vest is a long black sweater made of a smooth material with thin dark blue stripes running up its length. The sleeves widen out near the wrists. They look perfect for hiding things in.
His last personal belonging is a long thin black case which is attached to his back via a cord over his shoulder. Inside is his prized possesion. His ornate wooden piccolo. He had learned to play it since he was a little boy and had been carrying it around with him since he left home
His face shows you that he's of the friendly sort though probably a bit odd. At the current time he's sitting at a barstool at a local tavern waiting to see if anyone else will show up.
"I would quite like to meet someone of the female persuasion. Though, I suppose a bit of company would be quite nice also."
he attempts to make himself look more smooth he leans against the wooden bar but accidently slips and and falls on the floor with a load thump in a most "unsmooth" manner.
My name is Zin and I'm the now local bard/ comedian. It's a pleasure to meet anyone who will actually talk to me. I also moonlight as a Rogue...oops. Shouldn't have told you that."
Then in a hushed whispered he tells you while raising his hand to the side of his face showing that it shouldn't be public knowledge he leans forward and says in a slow serious whisper tells you. "you didn't hear the last part."
He then returns to his usually joyous manner.
You see before you a tall slender man in his early twenties. He has spiky black hair with bangs covering part of his face. He's dressed in dark linen pants which hang around his ankles in small billows. He's also attired in jet black boots and a similarly colored vest.
Underneath the vest is a long black sweater made of a smooth material with thin dark blue stripes running up its length. The sleeves widen out near the wrists. They look perfect for hiding things in.
His last personal belonging is a long thin black case which is attached to his back via a cord over his shoulder. Inside is his prized possesion. His ornate wooden piccolo. He had learned to play it since he was a little boy and had been carrying it around with him since he left home
His face shows you that he's of the friendly sort though probably a bit odd. At the current time he's sitting at a barstool at a local tavern waiting to see if anyone else will show up.
"I would quite like to meet someone of the female persuasion. Though, I suppose a bit of company would be quite nice also."
he attempts to make himself look more smooth he leans against the wooden bar but accidently slips and and falls on the floor with a load thump in a most "unsmooth" manner.
