[ A new world with unfamiliar magic, sure. Senel feels like he's starting to have heard of everything - up to and including him having crystal eres. Or what feels like crystal eres. He certainly didn't expect to wander around the swamplands, either.
But a guy's gotta take a break, and so he reaches for some melon bread in his bag and - ah. yep.
That sure is his ankle sinking into a particularly muddy bit of marsh. He stares at his ankle, then at the piece of bread in his hand, and promptly sighs: ] Great... Just my luck.
C.
[ After the bread-in-the-swamp incident, Senel's keen on getting back in one piece. His legs and arms are caked in dried mud; his hair's probably a tangled mess; and his bread is gone. (#priorities.)
Needless to say, he is more than a little displeased with a machine-thing that seems intent on doing... something... to him. As a bright infrared light descends upon him, Senel does the only reasonable and logical thing. He approaches it first - ]
Hey! [ And then, he curls his fingers up into a fist and aims a punch straight for that light. ]
[ Smart? Not really. But then again, logic's kind of gone out the window. ]
F.
[ You know, after punching a harmless scanner, Senel should've seen the new weapon coming. Instead of his typical brass knuckles, he's been armed with two giant, red boxing gloves. He doesn't see how they'll help him. Don't gloves muffle the pain or something? Plus, he isn't even a boxer - ] Thanks, but no thanks.
[ He's trying, even backing slowly away a little. ] I don't need a weapon. See? [ He holds up some - still kind of bruised - fingers, ] My hands'll heal just fine.
wildcard.
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senel coolidge | tales of legendia
[ A new world with unfamiliar magic, sure. Senel feels like he's starting to have heard of everything - up to and including him having crystal eres. Or what feels like crystal eres. He certainly didn't expect to wander around the swamplands, either.
But a guy's gotta take a break, and so he reaches for some melon bread in his bag and - ah. yep.
That sure is his ankle sinking into a particularly muddy bit of marsh. He stares at his ankle, then at the piece of bread in his hand, and promptly sighs: ] Great... Just my luck.
C.
[ After the bread-in-the-swamp incident, Senel's keen on getting back in one piece. His legs and arms are caked in dried mud; his hair's probably a tangled mess; and his bread is gone. (#priorities.)
Needless to say, he is more than a little displeased with a machine-thing that seems intent on doing... something... to him. As a bright infrared light descends upon him, Senel does the only reasonable and logical thing. He approaches it first - ]
Hey! [ And then, he curls his fingers up into a fist and aims a punch straight for that light. ]
[ Smart? Not really. But then again, logic's kind of gone out the window. ]
F.
[ You know, after punching a harmless scanner, Senel should've seen the new weapon coming. Instead of his typical brass knuckles, he's been armed with two giant, red boxing gloves. He doesn't see how they'll help him. Don't gloves muffle the pain or something? Plus, he isn't even a boxer - ] Thanks, but no thanks.
[ He's trying, even backing slowly away a little. ] I don't need a weapon. See? [ He holds up some - still kind of bruised - fingers, ] My hands'll heal just fine.
wildcard.
[ none of these work for you? just pm me or slam down a different starter, and we'll get the ball rolling. ]