TankM1A2

Love this guy. Give 'em a shot. +1

"Should be a lovely occasion." Frederick would objectively comment.

Frederick Hearth would be taking a walk through the gardens with his brother, Sven. He'd stop in his tracks, turning to face him.  "We all knew this was coming, it was just a matter of when. S'pose it's time to make ready for war. You and me know these Orcs will not give into the demands."

Aw narts.

Name: Chilfroy DuFonte

Race: Human

Age: 26, give or take.

Any prior military experience?: Yup, grizzled veteran.

((OOC))

MC Name: TankM1A2

Skype Name (can PM if needed): TankM1A2 [Tim]

Do you have TeamSpeak, or are you willing to download it (will be used in battles and other activities)?: Of course I do.

Timezone: EST

Chilfroy DuFonte, who has already abandoned the Dreadlands long ago, fleeing the sinking ship, would hear news of this desperate defense. "Resistance is futile. Orenia looms ever closer. If they knew what was good for them, they'd throw down their weapons and scatter."

Zacharie would dip his head in respect, "Axios has lost one of it's finest."

Chilfroy would wonder why his name was listed in Robyn's schemes. He'd also like to note it was Robyn's doing that led to her escape.

Name, Chilfroy DuFonte

Age, 26

Ethnicity, Heartlander (Lorraine)

Profession, Blacksmith, Miner, Swordsman

[IGN:] TankM1A2

[Timezone:] EST

[Group:] Ashknight of the Ashguard

Aye, PJ is a good lad. He is responsible, kind, and a helpful individual. Would make an excellent addition to the Application Team.

Are you actually an edgy mage?

I don't see why not. +1

"I've heard great things about this horse business. Mayhaps I shall pay this dwed a visit some day." Chilfroy would say, mounted atop his noble steed; his donkey, Gendry.

"Scum of the earth." A resentful peasant, whose father had been slaughtered at the hands of Dreadlanders, would say.

Just now, The Combatant said:

Squad up

((Snow elf pride.

 kappa

Chilfroy's eyes would trace the trajectory of the Crow's flight path as he 'flew' across the horizon. An expression of awe would be visible upon his face. "Wow." would be all he'd murmur.

"Bold and brash? More like -

-BELONGS IN THE TRASH." 

Chilfroy, a patron of the fine arts, would say in a disgusted manner.

"I suppose I could attend. I think I have some free time." Chilfroy would say, upon learning about the fair.

"Dogged." Chilfroy would scoff, upon watching Deano kill Deano.

"Absolutely adorable." Chilfroy would say, overcome by the cuteness of the animals.

Savage.

I enjoyed reading his Norland lore and even learned a couple things. +1

Good stuff.