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OOC MC Name: Herwann07/Guck. Skype Name: Raptor has it. Do you have/can obtain Teamspeak 3?: I do. Professions?: Chef. Past RP achievements/prideful events of note?: Ward of a Baron. IC Name: Alric. Age(roughly): Seventeen. Race: Human. Skills (professions): A decent chef. Are you prepared to swear a binding oath of fealty?: Yes, I do.

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Licius Dalma. -LadyCake Optional ambiance music/theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQvc7Ne5mok Description. Licius stands at the satisfactory height of 5’9, his body build somewhat lissome, yet his limbs retaining the right amount of sinew and muscle. The skin has an ash grey hue, rather smooth and obviously taken care of. His teeth are hygienic, along with his fingernails, which remain well trimmed. His nose is humble and small scaled, nostrils very compact, and the bold red eyes have a lecherous and greedy shade, impish bags laying under his mentioned orbs, beside his high and salient cheekbones. Well groomed and glossy hair rests upon his cranium, the fringe pushed sternly to the right side of his forehead, the bangs slid behind his scathing ears that slip out of his sleek black curls. He’d clearly be seen as luxurious, his well customized clothing sported neatly by his figure. A few pouches made of prosperous leather are carried on him, attached around his waist and above his shoulders. A roguish dirk is kept in a pocket on the right side of his inner coat, sheathed in an elegantly crafted scabbard, and at times, a gladius can be draped in it’s holster, clipped to his waist’ sash. A faint aroma of fresh linen spoors around Licius’ figure.

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Luka of Flotsam Description Luka is a middle aged man, reaching the height of 6’3 and weighing around 230 lbs, with a robust build. His jaw seems rather hefty, and badly shaven. Luka’s nose is chunky and rather round then pointy. The right side of Luka's visage remains badly burned, the eyesight on one of his orbs gone completely. The lips are plump and swollen, teeth keeping a yellow layer, some of them rather chipped and badly treated, same going for his nails. Luka keeps his hair shaven, a few age spots and lumps on the right side of his forehead, trailing to the back of side of it. He is often to be seen wearing in a poorly crafted tunic, a sharp bastard sword usually resting in it’s feeble scabbard attached to Luka’s waist belt, along with a few pouches holding small bundles of food and daily needed items. A simple crossbow rests slung onto his back, the stock made of strong oak wood, leather bandolier stuck to it. On his left hip rests a fastened quiver, six or seven quarrel bolts resting inside of it, along with one or two war darts. The scent around Luka is of sweat, carrion black and fresh pine. His tone of voice botched, a large scar seen behind the cloth worn around his stocky neck.