Rask Farcry
Senile Old Sailor
Hey everyone! I'm Rask, well, that's what my character is named anyway. If you'd like, you can call me Az! I'm just your average gamer girl. I was introduced to roleplay just this year, when a friend converted me to WoW. That's when I created Azriell Feathermane of the Windsong Herd! I've recently moved to Guild Wars 2 and currently play on the Tarnished Coast server! I'd love to get the opportunity to roleplay with you all, and Rask is always delighted to meet new people! I guess now would be a good time to let Rask introduce himself. Rask?
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Rask looked at the small crowd. They eyed him nervously and Rask knew they were taking in his grizzed appearance, most likely of all, the large scar that ran across his right eye. He started to raise a paw in greeting, but that just seemed to make the greying Charr’s current situation even more akward, so he rubbed his long horns gently. He cleared his throat before speaking in a rough voice, one more acustomed to shouting over a gale than making eloquent speeches.
“Err, Hello everyone. I would like to thank you for giving me the great honor- Ah blast!”
He stopped his speech short with a curse and shook his head.
“I’ve never been one for speeches and fancy words, so I’ll get to the point. Th’ names Rask Farcry. Captain of the Samrodock, merchant vessel of the Jade Sea Trading Company. We ship everything from gems and precious metals to clothing and food, but a majority of our cargo consists of exotic animals.”
The old Charr’s chest swelled with pride as he spoke of the vessel and the Jade Sea Trading Company. He continued to ramble on for a bit, something about a recent storm and eagles, until a large white wolf slipped onto the stage and growled at him. Rask looked down in shock and grinned sheepishly as he realized that he had allowed his age to get to him. He glanced at the crowd once more.
“All in all, I’m a sailor, I trade animals, and my bite is harmless.” He grinned wickedly at a small female Sylvari, causing her to blush. “Well… Most of the time. Questions?”
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Rask looked at the small crowd. They eyed him nervously and Rask knew they were taking in his grizzed appearance, most likely of all, the large scar that ran across his right eye. He started to raise a paw in greeting, but that just seemed to make the greying Charr’s current situation even more akward, so he rubbed his long horns gently. He cleared his throat before speaking in a rough voice, one more acustomed to shouting over a gale than making eloquent speeches.
“Err, Hello everyone. I would like to thank you for giving me the great honor- Ah blast!”
He stopped his speech short with a curse and shook his head.
“I’ve never been one for speeches and fancy words, so I’ll get to the point. Th’ names Rask Farcry. Captain of the Samrodock, merchant vessel of the Jade Sea Trading Company. We ship everything from gems and precious metals to clothing and food, but a majority of our cargo consists of exotic animals.”
The old Charr’s chest swelled with pride as he spoke of the vessel and the Jade Sea Trading Company. He continued to ramble on for a bit, something about a recent storm and eagles, until a large white wolf slipped onto the stage and growled at him. Rask looked down in shock and grinned sheepishly as he realized that he had allowed his age to get to him. He glanced at the crowd once more.
“All in all, I’m a sailor, I trade animals, and my bite is harmless.” He grinned wickedly at a small female Sylvari, causing her to blush. “Well… Most of the time. Questions?”
