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Greetings and salutations! Just dropping by to see if you're interested in an OCxOC BnHA rp?

{slide=200 |} Name: Karl Varrick Hahnemann Profession: Ships Captain / Siren Hunters / Disinherited Prince Gender: Male Age: 38 Height: 6'1” Weight: 195 Physique: Athletic Hair length: Longish Hair color: Dark Brown Eye color: Green Complexion: Tanned / Mediterranean {/slide}{slide=200 |} Good...

"Not a remark on what folks here are doing." He would retort with a mild smile over his glass at the unexpectedly defensive remarks. Strait to business, and not bothering to beat around the bush with it. She much really think he was up to something fishy. Or just figure he was likely to get...

“Guessing so. Awful lot fancier then anything I'd have have expected from outside, that's for sure.” Art'd admit with a smile and a long, slow glance around the room, taking in the surprising grandeur and scope of the operation again. It let him mostly bypass the not-so-genuine smile. Even if he...

The new arrival would blink at the sudden attention for a moment. Seemingly not knowing how to react. He was tall. Rather markedly taller then even the gent's working the door. Young-ish. But it was hard to pick out whether he was floating somewhere in his twenties, thirties, or forties. The...

Thirteen steps down. Art wondered how many folks counted them. Probably not too many he figured. Most folks were probably too busy being impressed by the hardwood fixtures. The snazzy lighting. And the two rather imposing looking gentlemen who probably served equal purpose keeping the wrong...

It really wasn't all that hard to spot. Not when you really sat and watched. Anyone paying attention with a set of eyes could figure a few things out. The doors clearly opened around six. Thats when he noticed another couple of staff turn up in the building that hadn't come in the entrance, or...

Walking down sixteenth, Art caught it. It wasn't something he could really describe to anyone who didn't share the particulars of his circumstance. And, well, all the rest of those fine and not so fine folks weren't still around anymore. Or, if they were, they wouldn't need the explanation. They...

For not the first time in a very long week, Arthur Maddock would find himself shin-deep in effluent mud, injured, and with no one to grip about it to but himself. “Supposin' that could have gone better...” He would murmur quietly to himself as he dug his fingers into his side. Now, there was a...

Salutations one and all. I'm Matt. I've been roleplaying to one degree or another for... well, lets put it over a decade and leave it there. I'm new to this site as an exploration into new RP platforms since my old standby of AIM fimmally gave up the ghost for good and most of my partners from...