Grim Wraithe Stjerna
The Víkíngr, reaver of the sea, hunter of Pirates.
*An average height male human enters the room; he's wearing a brown leather jacket, well worn blue jeans, and low-cut tan boots. He looks around, like he's checking the corners, stepping off to the right side of the doorway. Keeping his back to the wall staying just off it. His movements are fluid, not entirely graceful, but definitely he moves like someone who's had some sort of militarty style training.*
"Hello. I'm new (obviously) and wanted to make myself known."*His eyes scanning the room, just seeing who's around, checking their hands and movements. Leaning against the wall he reaches into jacket pocket and pulls out a flask. He opens it and sips on it, savouring the smooth smokey flavour of the scotch, waiting for someone to come over and see who this stranger is*
(I apologize if I seem a bit rusty, I haven't done message board RP in over a decade, let alone using code.)
"Hello. I'm new (obviously) and wanted to make myself known."*His eyes scanning the room, just seeing who's around, checking their hands and movements. Leaning against the wall he reaches into jacket pocket and pulls out a flask. He opens it and sips on it, savouring the smooth smokey flavour of the scotch, waiting for someone to come over and see who this stranger is*
(I apologize if I seem a bit rusty, I haven't done message board RP in over a decade, let alone using code.)