we could be regain threads;
√ = Keeping
- = In process of trading, probably
Inventory
An Entire Pumpkin: What?
- Giant Mallet: A heavy hammer hewn from a large log.Easy Bake Oven: It's Kenner! It's fun!
Shovel: There's no dirt in space. What are you going to do with this?
- Cheese Basket: An assortment of delicious cheeses, crackers, and sliced meats. (basket and 1/2 cheese traded for a sword to Red Riding Hood, 1/2 bet on Rex vs Muderbot fight)
Krazy Gloo: Caution, may adhere to skin. Dries instantly.
Biker Outfit: A red leather women's bodysuit with armoured shoulderpads and a white utility belt.
Crossbow: A small, very real crossbow, meant to be mounted on the wrist. There's a bolt loaded into it already!
A Weed: A small, shareable bag. CHRIS I'M CALLING NINE-ONE-ONE. (1)
Spaceman Outfit: A blue outfit with yellow gloves, boots, and shoulder pads. Very Spiffy.
√ Sprinkle: A crimson weasel that may or may not be immortal or simply undead considering all the neglect and traumatic situations his owner has put him through; yes, he bites.
√ Inescapable Lash (traded from Gwen)
Gifts
Traded
A Weed: A small, shareable bag. CHRIS I'M CALLING NINE-ONE-ONE. (Between Casey and Gwen)
(no subject)
Life and death were a cycle and both were equally natural when it came down to it. When you were someone usually accustomed to the dog-eat-dog custom of nature, when you understood evolutionary theory and tended to kill a lot of animals as an upbringing, you did not generally blink when you found a dead or dying animal.
Today, Fjord had hit a raven.
It hadn't even been a particularly hard day at the community college where he was trying to take up an associate's degree. As a former felon, he didn't have a lot of options open to him, but he'd recently acquired a sizable grant and student loan he meant to make the most of. No, he was just frustrated about his recent lackluster score on an assignment ( in his mind ) and nearly out of the campus parking lot when a streak of black plasters his windshield at about 20mph. Lucky.
Fjord doesn't feel lucky. Fjord actually feels kind of bad because when he stops the truck and gets out...
There's one word on the raven's beak, so human and so disturbing. It says: "Why? Why? Why?"
It's a pulse of conscience or something else more psycological. In any case, Fjord ends up gathering the avian from the side of the road and googling the nearest wildlife reserve from his phone.
The tall half-orc ends up shouldering his way into an office. He isn't presenting a bird in a box, but cradling the blackened and feathered form bare against his broad chest, more delicately than any other sentient baby. Sometimes it does croak: "Why?"
He's told to wait for a good ten minutes before anyone has him back. When he is accepted, Fjord takes his charge on in, golden eyes avoiding who might be waiting.
Today, Fjord had hit a raven.
It hadn't even been a particularly hard day at the community college where he was trying to take up an associate's degree. As a former felon, he didn't have a lot of options open to him, but he'd recently acquired a sizable grant and student loan he meant to make the most of. No, he was just frustrated about his recent lackluster score on an assignment ( in his mind ) and nearly out of the campus parking lot when a streak of black plasters his windshield at about 20mph. Lucky.
Fjord doesn't feel lucky. Fjord actually feels kind of bad because when he stops the truck and gets out...
There's one word on the raven's beak, so human and so disturbing. It says: "Why? Why? Why?"
It's a pulse of conscience or something else more psycological. In any case, Fjord ends up gathering the avian from the side of the road and googling the nearest wildlife reserve from his phone.
The tall half-orc ends up shouldering his way into an office. He isn't presenting a bird in a box, but cradling the blackened and feathered form bare against his broad chest, more delicately than any other sentient baby. Sometimes it does croak: "Why?"
He's told to wait for a good ten minutes before anyone has him back. When he is accepted, Fjord takes his charge on in, golden eyes avoiding who might be waiting.
permissions;
CHARACTER NAME: Fjord
CHARACTER SERIES: Critical Role
Gender: Male
Species: Half-Orc
Class: Warlock
Weight: 185 lbs
Wiki: Here!
[ OOC ]
Backtagging: Absolutely, and probably necessary with me.
Threadhopping: Sure
Fourthwalling:No
Cross-Canon: Please!
Cross-Media: Yes!
OCs: Please have some info in your journal or give me the rundown if interested.
AUs: Bring 'em on!
Assumed CR: Acquaintances, friendships, enemies, sure! Early dating stages are ok too if it's a shippy meme.
Offensive subjects (elaborate): None.
[ IC ]
Hugging this character: Sure! He'll be wary.
Kissing this character: Go ahead! But he'll struggle beyond a cheek kiss and wonder wtf you're doing.
Flirting with this character: Hahaha sure! He doesn't notice or acknowledge most of it, so you'll have to be very direct if you're looking for it to land.
Fighting with this character: Absolutely!
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): He's pretty hardy. Yes!
Killing this character: I'm very up for it. Just ask first.
Warnings:
Not much, but Fjord has a patron of an eldritch snake god with an evil alliance. Snakes and some weird void tentacle things may come up in narration if not his spells. Also, ( almost ) drowning is a re-occurring theme in his narrative. Please let me know anything you are uncomfortable with here or through PM.
[ Shipping ]
Sure! Doesn't necessarily have to be on a meme for shipping. Please ask if you'd like to pre-establish one.
Smut: Only with previous CR or if he's in a smut meme.
Canonmates:
✔✔✔ Jester, Molly, Caleb, Avantika
Maybe: Beau, Yasha, Caduceus
✘✘✘ Nott
Cross-Canon:
✔ 21+, m/m, m/f, m/*
✘ Underage
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