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(That's...actually, pretty dang awesome.)

 

(They should make maple syrup outta that sap.)

 

(My tree of choice for....reasons.

 

 

And the syrup they make is called, unsurprisingly, Dragon's Blood. A strong hint of cinnimon makes it extremely tasty.)

 

(My tree of choice for....reasons.

 

 

And the syrup they make is called, unsurprisingly, Dragon's Blood. A strong hint of cinnimon makes it extremely tasty.)

 

(You're using my blood to make syrup? i've never seen that before but now it's my tree of choice.)

 

Edited by Strangerdanger101

(it's hard to right about medicine, when you bad with language.)

"Oh god, I had missed that feeling. Being real. Well then, let's do it."

For a start, he took dagger(Austin's one) and cut off the sleeves of his jacket. "I never like it anyway". He cut sleeves into four bands. "To fixate a jaw well enough I need to apply splints or something like that... But right now I had to do it without them. Have to tighten it pretty tough." It took few minutes, and bandage looks pretty stupid, but it was at least something. "I know its uncomfortable, but it is not even a half of what we really should to do. So avoid any action, such as speak or chew. It will cause displace of the jaw again. If it will be displaced, I'll have to retied it up again." After it Double V went to J and said: "We should find a safe place to camp and make light source enough good to stay for hours. Then I will be able to construct something more suitable than just a few rags."

Edit: "As well we need few medical herbs, and... Something to disinfect wound. Or he could catch an infection. In our situation it is difficult to cure the sick man with a fractured jaw."

Edited by PatchDotexe

(yall still taking in rpers?)

Name: Sheriff
Age: 56
Abilities:

Enhanced combat knowledge: smarter than the average bear when it comes to combat

Sight for sore eyes: The sheriff badge has a small chance of creating a shadow-shield, protecting him from any attack ONCE in a day. when the shield appears is not up to Sheriff, it tends to only happen when the attacker has the upper hand

 

Horse powered: Possibly one of the "unholy experiences" hes encountered caused him to have quite a bit of stamina

Not-so-Yellow belly: A big man such as him burns through a meal pretty fast (less hunger gain from food)

 
Appearance: Wears black dress pants, black cowboy boots, a purple suit vest followed by a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black tie; aswell as his sheriff badge. He is in his late 50s with medium length grey-streaked hair 

 

Backstory: Born and raised in the most country of areas, he lived his life by the law which eventually led him to the role of Sheriff in a town hes kept the law in for so long they forgot his name. He has seen many of things, abominations of nature, speculations that people would call unholy, (some of which me may or may not have taken advantage of) but never in his life would he have expected to find what lie in the book that William carter, or.... Maxwell had owned. The very act of touching the tome ripped him from his world into the islands with no word or reason, now left in a lawless land and everything ready and willing to snuff the little light he has left in his semi-old bones other than the will to live and the grit to find whoever was responsible for his capture and bring him to justice. (for his preference, a hanging.)

 

Side notes/etc: He has a very dapper Moustache/goatee setup going, will post a reference pic later

"Don't say it like I have any choice..." Double V pointed to the chain. "Those questions more for Oxry. He is our hero, but he asleep. I nearly on the same level as you. An as*****. But you obviously bigger one." Double V smiled. "Come on. No more this sh**, let's go..."

"Just remember who you're talking to." J glares at Double V, and the group continues onward. In the distance, they see a small building. It is fairly run down, but still in good condition compared to the wreckage around them

Sheriff fiddled with his badge like a coin, making a light tinking sounds with every flip. Leaning back agaisnt the barred fences inside the holding cell of his office, he licked his dry lips, thirsty since his last run for condiments. Nothing but a candle light could be seen via the window of his building, the place seemed abandoned otherwise... 

(Uhm... I think reason of Pecival's words is next: Pecival create a great character. And last one wasn't approved, because her(character's) story just doesn't describing how she could even appear in this world. Problem is apocalypses and about million years of eternal darkness. Same problems with your character and somehow Sheriff is approved. Seriously, your character isn't that good, no offense.
Maybe we will same way accept Pecival. Same building. She could just go to police office or whatever?)
(probably my turn)

"Well, This one looks very good for milion years old building... If one of element stealer wouldn't be in our group, I probably would like to say: whole story about apocalypses is stinky bullshit. Let's scavenge building." Double V was very surprised.

Edited by PatchDotexe

(He corrected the problems via PM. And Pecival made a bio that fits and that I've accepted. Please, just leave the bios to me. You don't need to worry about any of that.)

Austin nodded, as he was fairly surprised to see a building that was adequate for living. The group neared closer to the building, and if if someone was inside, he or she could easily spot the approaches.

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