Hunter
I'm OK with it
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Name: Larkson
Appearance: Wears brown hat, shirt, and pants, but never wears shoes
Why your character is/became the role he is: Larkson trained his body so that his senses other than sight became perfect, kinda like how Daredevil and Toph did, however, with one advantage: Larkson keeps his eyes closed during the day, so he can see very well at night. Using his senses, he became an amazing tracker and an amazing counter-fighter.
Personality: Extremely stoic, but if angered to a certain point, will snap and go into an unstoppable rage against friend or foe.
Backstory: Larkson started as the child of normal family, but he didn't start training himself until he got his eyelids sealed. Once the crusty crap came off, he continued to keep his eyes closed in the day, preferring to hone his senses. Years later, he proved how well of a tracker he was by finding a lost child in a system of caves. Since then, he's always done an amazing job tracking anything.
Qualities: Has heightened senses, especially his senses of touch and hearing.
Defects/Faults: Has heightened senses, so is more sensitive to sounds and smells. Is blinded if he opens his eyes in the day.
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The Night
I remember the night I arrived to O'Cleathe Village, deep in Northern Ireland. The guard barely let me in. He was a short but burly fellow, and his eyes pierced right through me. Once I convinced him I was a mere traveler, I made me way to the Inn. The night was ruthless. The cold air hit me face harder than Uncle Sean hit the bottle after church. I checked the notice in front of the pub.
"Open! Come in, friend! - Gavlan"
What a friendly little village, I thought, and I entered with a big smile.
Galvan: Ah, a traveler! Take a seat, my friend! What can I get you?
Traveler: Uhh, a stout, if it fits yer fancy.
Galvan whipped out a tankard, and placed it in front of the traveler: So, where are you from, stranger?
*BURP*
The Traveler turned around, and saw a Random Hobo sitting at a table, with 10 empty tankards next to him.
Traveler: You scared the feck out of me!
Hobo: DON'T TRUST THE SYSTEM!
???: BECAUSE THE OLD 'UNS GONNA GETCHYA!
Hobo: HAHA!
???: SODA! GIMME SODA!
Another man, who looked like the hobo but was wearing a tuxedo, entered the bar.
Galvan: The one at the table's the Hobo, the town drunk. He was a respectable man, but that's what booze'll do to you. The one that just walked in is the Village Idiot, but he calls himself... *sigh* Toaster Spank Perplexing Wanker...
Traveler: What the feck? What kind of shite name is that?
Galvan: Beats me. Oh, look, that's the person that took the Idiot in and feeds and clothes him.
Aunt Hetty: Hello, dearies! How are you tonight? Oh, you must be new here!
Traveler: Yes, my name is..
Hobo: FIGHT THE POWER
The Traveler turned around, and gave Hobo a death-stare.
Aunt Hetty: Oh, don't mind them *giggles*. A tea, please, Gavlan!
Galvan grabbed a tea-cup, and filled it with boiling water.
???: OH HI THERE YOU MUST BE NEW AROUND HERE?
Traveler sighed, then he turned around. There was a winged anime girl in bikini, that threw herself at him. Literally. Slypha hugged him.
Slypha: WELCOME TO OUR VILLAGE :3 enjoy your stay, okay?
Traveler: Ye, lass, sure, but -
The door opened. A tall, strong-looking man, with a blindfold over his eyes, and a smaller man, with shaggy dark hair, walked in, placing a dead hare on a table.
Galvan: Larkson, Gleeson, don't bring that stuff in here!
He turned to the Traveler.
Galvan: The tracker, Larkson, and the hunter, Gleeson. They keep this village up and running.
Larkson and Gleeson sat at a table, quietly. Almost unnoticed, Hibiki, the monk, sat with them. He smiled at the Traveler.
Traveler: He seems like a nice fella!
Galvan: He is! One of the nicest I've seen. So, this is all of our village, except for Jericho, who's standing guard (I'm sure you've run into him), Loafa Bred, who god knows where he is, and our Mayor, Parker. Speak of the devil..
Travis Parker walked into the bar. He had a grim look on his face.
Parker: Everyone. I've received word from the King. Someone... bought the village.
Galvan: W-What?!
Hobo: THE COMMIES!
Gleeson: Who was it?
Parker: I don't know. Someone from a wealthy family.
Parker took a glimpse of the Traveler.
Parker: Who is THIS?
Galvan: I don't think he mentioned his name.
Sylpha: ... But he's ok!
The Traveler got up from the chair, and extended his hand towards Parker.
Parker grabbed his hand, and looked him dead in the eyes.
Parker: Your arrival here is inappropriate and too coincidental for my taste.
Hibiki: No need to look for culprits, Travis..
Parker was silent. Everyone was.. for that matter.
The door slammed open, and everyone jumped.
Loafa Bred: EY, MAH FRIENDS!
Everyone turned around and stared at him. No one knew what to say.
Loafa Bred: What? This a bar or a funeral?
Aunt Hetty: Someone.. bought our village, Bred.
Loafa Bred: Santa Maria, this-a why you all so gloomy?
Parker let go of Traveler.
Parker: Let's all sit at the big table. All of us.
Everyone moved over to a table surrounded by 12 chairs. The Traveler sat down, as well.
Galvan: So.. what do we do?
Parker: First of all.. GOD DAMMIT! Where's Jericho?
"...is a forfeit?”
“Sure.”
“You’re on.”
Jericho opened his eyes. He fell asleep on the job. He was hungry. He was woken up by the sound of two men talking, but he couldn't find out where they were. Jericho sighed, then went into the village, and closed the gate.
He walked to the pub, and never looked back.
To be continued...
Holy shit, What a way to start!
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I like where this is going! I'll be sure to use any deducing skills to solve this mystery!
Juiz: You can quote me on this: Klonoa is my favorite son.
You seem to have captured every character perfectly.
And boy is the Traveler in for a shock when he finds out Slyph is actually a badass blacksmith. XD
You've really outdone yourself!![]()
Watch Magical Girl Raising Project. Just do it.