Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 27, 2020 17:25:32 GMT
Name: Hawthorne Bay
Age: 30's
Race: Centaur
Bio: Hawthorne strolls along the streets of bastion strumming a fine lute whistling softy to himself as he searches for the man in the stories, he sings to himself "No ones slick as Nigel, no one’s quick as Nigel, no One’s cannon is as incredibly thick as Nigel." Which trails off into even more whistling and steady lute strumming as he walks the boulevard. He had grown up reading the books of the famed adventurer and wanting to make a name out of himself. So once he was able to travel away from the herd, (earlier then usual on the account of his wanting to make music rather then fire a gun" He set off to Bastion in search of his hero.
"Perfect, a pure paragon, You can ask any Tehol, Demetri, or Sylvia, And they'll tell you Team Thornheart is the team to be on." His muttering continues as he gets lost in thought recollecting his youth as an ostracized centaur with his lute and drums, His herd leader even went so far as to punish his parents for their ineptitude in raising a warrior. It's not like Hawthorne could help what he was interested in, music drew him in and captured his interest and love long ago, a gun is used to take a life and little else, whereas music. Oh blessed music, used to captivate the senses and entrance the crowd, the subtle drawing of the notes from the instrument are much more intrinsically challenging then pointing a gun and firing it. Nevermind the fact that he devotes all of his music to one who fires a gun and is a supreme example of being a perfect specimen. The world always needs more soldiers, and what better way to celebrate that fact then by praising and singing about the best example of soldiering there is.
(Photoshop compliments of the great Jon for doing a bang up job.)
Age: 30's
Race: Centaur
Bio: Hawthorne strolls along the streets of bastion strumming a fine lute whistling softy to himself as he searches for the man in the stories, he sings to himself "No ones slick as Nigel, no one’s quick as Nigel, no One’s cannon is as incredibly thick as Nigel." Which trails off into even more whistling and steady lute strumming as he walks the boulevard. He had grown up reading the books of the famed adventurer and wanting to make a name out of himself. So once he was able to travel away from the herd, (earlier then usual on the account of his wanting to make music rather then fire a gun" He set off to Bastion in search of his hero.
"Perfect, a pure paragon, You can ask any Tehol, Demetri, or Sylvia, And they'll tell you Team Thornheart is the team to be on." His muttering continues as he gets lost in thought recollecting his youth as an ostracized centaur with his lute and drums, His herd leader even went so far as to punish his parents for their ineptitude in raising a warrior. It's not like Hawthorne could help what he was interested in, music drew him in and captured his interest and love long ago, a gun is used to take a life and little else, whereas music. Oh blessed music, used to captivate the senses and entrance the crowd, the subtle drawing of the notes from the instrument are much more intrinsically challenging then pointing a gun and firing it. Nevermind the fact that he devotes all of his music to one who fires a gun and is a supreme example of being a perfect specimen. The world always needs more soldiers, and what better way to celebrate that fact then by praising and singing about the best example of soldiering there is.
(Photoshop compliments of the great Jon for doing a bang up job.)