07-13-2016, 10:13 PM
"Pffftt...That be good and all but 'fraid it'll be bout a useful as a bucket of tar against me works. I dabble in all the forms of 'sploding but trust me when I be clearing that some payloads be more than a burn."
He taps his wrench to his side as he leans over a bit and lets himself get comfy against his large backpack container.
"It be a start at least to making sure yer bod ain't a golden-brown when yer little friends roll round."
He taps his wrench to his side as he leans over a bit and lets himself get comfy against his large backpack container.
"It be a start at least to making sure yer bod ain't a golden-brown when yer little friends roll round."
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)