07-13-2016, 08:51 PM
He jostles into realizing someone was nearby and jumps back in shock before pulling out a pair of containers and staring down the person realizing it was a very small individual.
"Sonnuva shit, fuckin' startling folk ain't a good thing you. Keep ya hands where I can be seeing 'em alright? Who are ya and where the shit be I kiddo?"
Even though he sounds aggitated he still smiles wide and his eyes seem to be scattered, his hands clenching the canisters tight.
"Sonnuva shit, fuckin' startling folk ain't a good thing you. Keep ya hands where I can be seeing 'em alright? Who are ya and where the shit be I kiddo?"
Even though he sounds aggitated he still smiles wide and his eyes seem to be scattered, his hands clenching the canisters tight.
A Soot-coated and oddly thin human wearing a strange tattered cloak, torn pants, and a variety of pouches and containers. His pony-tail appears to be singed and he smells of blast powder and a hint of honey.
(OOG - Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)
(OOG - Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)