Posts by Soocool22

Carlos had been traveling for days. How long had he been out there? Days? Weeks? Who knows? He came to the border and sat down. "Hello. Anyone here?" he said when he sat.

"Well, I do have a very vivd imagination. But, he said after glancing carefully at each of them to enhance the humor. "I think you're real and I was wondering, if I could stay here for a while." he said giving a small smile. "My names Carlos Rameriez. You can call me Carlos. But, I'd prefer you call me Rameriez."

My character needs plots so… closed to capture and death. I'm not sure about relationships. Open to anything else.

Interaction thread and see what happens?

Can you, please?

"Nice to meet you too." he said to the kit with a nod.

"I'll come." he said walking over. It's been a while since he'd done something helpful. Wouldn't hurt to help out a bit.

Joining, please?

Sure! Who makes?

Carlos had just gotten his stuff set up. Not like he had a lot. He had his grey warden cloak he always wore, he wore it now. And his staff, which he left in his room. He was walking around the camp trying to get used to everything.

Carlos was wandering around the border. He knew he wasn't a deputy or anything, but he still felt he should watch it. He was used to it after all. He had to look over his own portion of the camp he used to live in. No help. All by himself. He missed it. Too bad. Stay focused.

"Hi." he said nonchalantly. Why was he staring? He was sure he'd seen a cat before. He was pretty sure he'd seen a black one.

Here you go: http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2286834.new#new

"I'm Carlos, but you can call me Ramirez. And you are?" he said. He could tell he was from here and it's not uncommon to run into someone he hadn't met yet because he hasn't been here very long.

Carlos like the sound of "Mr. Rameriez". Nobody ever called him that. Maybe "Carlos", or "Ramirez", or "Carlos Ramirez", but never "Mr. Ramirez". He was a fairly young warrior, and was slightly arrogant, but not a fool. He knew it was unlikely he'd win the spar, but he wasn't going to back down. "Sure." he said nonchalantly.

"I would prefer you call me Ramirez, but I'll also respond to Carlos, or you can just call me both." he said. He didn't show any emotion, and his body language showed he didn't seem to care very much but he was willing to answer any question and if they needed anything or just wanted to talk he was up for it.

"Alright." he said with a small shrug. Since this was only a spar he would keep his claws sheathed as he inched closer. He did as he asked and took a couple of "swings", as he had put, at him. First, he tried for his head and if that one missed he had his other paw ready to move. If he hit one or missed both he might try to make him loose balance by knocking a leg out from under him or something similar.

// I'm not very good at writing spars and/or attacks.

"Not a lot. Just trying to get familiar with everything." he said. Somebody had finally asked about the cloak. He loved the cloak more than life itself. But, he'd never admit that. He smiled brightly as he began to talk about it. "This cloak, and cloaks like it, are given to wardens. I am… I mean… I was a warden. Of high respect. I kept it." "Not that they knew." He thought to himself.

"It is a nice fedora." he said with a nod to it. "Hello." he said sitting down. It seemed he was going to talk to people today.

"I have a sword too, but it's in my staff. I usually have it with me but today I didn't see the point. It's big and clunky and I just didn't feel like carrying it around with me today." he said. He wished he'd brought it now. Show off some of his skills.