NoChuckTesta

((Minecraft name: NoChuckTesta)) Name: Fistandantilius, or Fist Race: Highlander human Age: 26 Soldier or Servant: soldier Why ye want tah join 2-11? I am a strong fighter and I want to grow rich and feared and gain much glory and make my father, Fistandantiliite, proud Are ye worth more den spit? I am worth 10 dead men! (that is how many I can kill alone)

>dingo mom read this >mom is crying >"dingo..........bogdan is kill!!" >"no"

Dingo was standing a good distance away from Blake, seeing the dumb man try to be cool. "He was still the first serjeant, which you begged on your knees for the title."

((Palmerman has been banned from in game and forum wise, so he asked me OOCly to post this for him, which is the least I can do.)) Richard Marthall had never been liked by anyone really. He didn’t really care. His job was to protect his home through dirt and grime, and by whatever means necessary. He beat civilians who broke laws. He had hanged more than enough individuals to keep the pikes lining the walls of Abresi filled for days. But Richards own days were limited. Soon after the riots began, Richard found himself in the sway of rebels and loyalists alike, duking it out in the streets with stones, fists, and rusted bars. Chaos enveloped Abresi, screams and smoke filled the air. The serjeant was caught in the middle of the panic. Richards armour was heavy, but effecient. His armour brushed off any measly hits that it recieved, and so he waded his way to an alley, to hopefully relocate to find a commanding officer, or a way out of the city. “Well boys. Look what we have here.” Richard swung his head around, eyeing the man adorned in a green cloak. “Who the **** are you.” Richard spat. The cloaked man gave off a grin. “A friend of a friend, you could say. You hurt a lot of people.” Richard sneered, “Do you even know who I am?” The dirk seemed to randomly appear at Richards throat from behind, and a whisper crept to his ear. “A dead man.” A jerk of a knife. A man collapsing. A life taken.

Ah, I remember this. I was weeks new to LOTC, and this enlightened me into making me favor the RP as one of the best I've encountered. Was a great experience, thanks a lot and come whenever to haunt again!

Accepted, find an officer when possible. -Lieutenant Dingo de Sarkozy.

Dingo pauses his arresting in Abresi, looking up to the sky suddenly. While the criminal shouts at him, waiting to be escorted to the jail, Dingo simply ignores him as he stares off into the sky. A presence is felt at that moment, he sheds a tear, wiping it away as he whispers softly "May you rest in peace, sweet sweet prince of bread" Then killing the criminal

IC: What is your name? Dingo. Do you have any previous military/combat experience? While being a guard during the time, yes. What is your preferred weapon? Baton to make arrest, a sword if there is too much trouble. Where do you live in Abresi? A house in Abresi is required. No, but certainly getting one soon as I see one fit to my liking. OOC: Have you been banned before, if so, why? Nope, never.