Name: Mordechai
Duration of Contract: 3days [gametime, rp can take longer]
Background: owns a custom gun shop, and exterminating company. killer/hacker/thief/crafter/forger
Talents: a variety, that we can discuss
Open to:
Character Death: No
Character Wounding up to death: if there is a valid reason
Discipline: lol
Torture: maybe
Sex: No, he is taken
Grid Options: Yes to some, i wont waste tons of energy but can do b&e, hacks, crafting forging, etc , we can discuss...
The lack of reward from his tinkering about the crafting table and forge at the Den was what had led to a change in routine tonight. Bjorn hadn’t come with any intention of participating in the auction. If anything, he had been intent on keeping his 6’3 frame folded, head low to keep his recognisable face shadowed. The details on this particular contestant caught his attention. He stepped up and took the risk, deciding the possible reward was worth it. As to urge him on, the fresh gash on his dominant arm radiated pain when he motioned to place his bid. With a little expert guidance, Bjorn might manage to kill dead the next damn mooncalf that tried to amputate him.
telepath |mortal aura | healthy complexion | gift of the spider| #D93F3F
The killer stood silently, his eyes focused above the crowd. This was not his first time upon the block, he had once before offered his services for the charities of the necropolis, and once more he was here. His mind wandered as he pondered of the past months, and how his thoughts and actions had changed from his accustomed patterns. He still roamed the cold halls of the castle, dispatching the lionelli he found with in, but as of late he had taken to wandering the city at times. And turning old enemies into friends. As he stood upon the block here, elsewhere at this same moment, he stood upon a bridge.
The normal chatter of an event like this flutter about, none of it catching his attention till he heard the voice of a fledgling he had helped recently speak up close by. It seemed he was bidding on someone here, and errantly he wonder who. The next voice to slip within his conscious was the familiar voice of his friend Mortll. It had been long since they had spoken, but still he remembered the past times he had spent with her before his mission had brought him to the hermit- like solitude he now existed in. Her bid of 2000 seemed to be a raise on Bjorn's bid. Slowly his eyes lowered to see which offering had caught their attention, when a third voice spoke. It was a quiet but well spoken female voice, that cut through the background noise, cutting straight past the wanderings of his thoughts. The behemoth's head snapped to attention, his eyes riveted to a slight female who stood with her face averted. His eyes roved the woman, recognition instant beneath his appraisal. Her soft spoken voice had imprinted itself upon him the last few weeks, when he had slipped inside the nightclub she owned. For some reason the beautiful woman, and elder, had seen through the aura that often seemed to surround the killer, stepping through it to offer companionship, and perhaps even a friendship. That she had entered a bidding surprised him, and now he focused his attention to find which was upon the block that had drawn the interest of these three. One eyebrow cocked as he noticed that it was him, that had the crowds attention.
#DISSENSION
#END WHOLESOMENESS
''Si vis pacem, para bellum'' ~*~*~*~*~*~ ''morituri te salutant''
''Deep within the shadows I'm the hungry wolf you fear''
watching Mortll continue her bid on Dominque the Allurist did everything he could to stifle a yawn, even with Ripper entering the bid. He'd wait a bit and then move if needed on that one. Looking around the club, the grey dragon's gaze lit upon the giant man with a small flurry of activity going on around him. Mordechai. His favourite Killer.
Well hell, this one would be a gift to himself. He'd been good lately and deserved it.
Bjorn stepped back as a dark-haired woman placed a second bid on the contestant he was interested in. Warily, he glanced toward the third bidder, a women who considerably raised the stakes. Somewhat put out, he considered moving on. Money came easy in this city with the right contacts and skills, but he wasn’t keen on spending too much as long as his funds back home remained frozen. As he weighed his options, a fourth bidder—this time a man—approached. Whoever this fella was, he seemed far more reasonable then his predecessor. Bjorn could reason with himself and justify many (many) things, but before placing his bet he decided upon an amount he would not exceed. The fledgling was willing to play, but if the past few months had taught him anything, it was that there was no shame in bowing out when the game surpassed him.
“$9000.”
telepath |mortal aura | healthy complexion | gift of the spider| #D93F3F
"saucy" he whispered against Mortll's ear as she tossed him a wink. His grin was hidden by her mass of luxurious dark hair and was soon vanished before raising back up. The Dragon narrowed his gaze, the elliptical slits swimming in darker grey. Mordechai was watching Amaranthia and he supposed he couldn't blame him, but he most definitely intended an evening of talk, he didn't much care how much it took. Noting the young man who also was placing a bid, he imagined the young one was in need of a mentor. Again, he could understand that and might be moved to offer some of his time with the enormous Killer, depending on the youths demeanor. Mordie pretty much haunted the castle and was hard to pin down, aside from family events, so once more that finger rose as he nuzzled his fiance's cheek.
