Skiprazor [Deceased]

[Skiprazor]

Little is known about this shadowy stranger. What small scraps of information have preceded him before his arrival in this realm are a mixture of folklore and rumour. Out of the uncertainty, a name has emerged, forged from the actions he is said to have committed and the services he is said to offer to those who make the grade.

The call him The Skiprazor.

He cuts a subtly menacing figure. Tall and lean, he exudes the quickness of a wild cat, tempered only by the calculated deliberation with which he performs even the most mundane acts. His face is normally hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, but even the people he passes on the road can not fail to notice his eyes. They sparkle with a cold blue - perhaps a little too brightly, some say, to be considered wholly natural. He is a young man, not two or three years north of twenty, but his gaze speaks of experience obtained through a lifetime of conflict and hardship.

No-one knows why he has come here. No-one knows where his allegiances may lie, or what he may conceal about himself or in the burly knapsack he carries. And no-one knows his real name. All one can say is that he is here for a purpose, and the cruelly barbed dagger at his belt suggests that he is prepared to fulfil that purpose at all costs.

He is an enigma. He is The Skiprazor.

Skiprazor's Journey:
- The Crazed Heiffer: A Stranger Enters
- The Wolf's Howl Inn: Shelter For A Stranger
- The Path To Wolfenden: Waiting For Nesty
- The Marketplace: The Shadow Of Conflict
- The Marketplace: A Healer And A Fight
- Wolfenden Village: A Calling
- The Forest Of Dunn: Battle Royale Knightmare
- Dunnfalls: The Bitter Taste Of Defeat
- The Crazed Heiffer: Customers?
- The Marketplace: Intelligence
- The Marketplace: A Wandering Moogle...
- The Wolf's Howl Inn: The Pulse
- Dunnfalls: First Blood

[Lord Fear]

Welcome Mortal.

I am the great Lord Fear, the leader of the Opposition.

(OOC: Don't expect meuch to be happening over the next couple of weeks because some members are away)

[Tom Troughton]

Are, Are Yes.

Welcome to Wolfenden my good man.

I am Tom Troughton. A Hobo Magician, plesed to make your aquaintence.

<under his breath>

"I Think"

<Out Load>

"Do Enjoy your stay in Wolfenden. I don't suppose you'd care for a Jelly babie at all?"

[Edward Deal]

"Oh Helow"

"Greatings travaler and welcome to the fine city of Wolfenden."

"Allow me to Introduce myself, I am Nesty, Henry Oliver Nesty. One Of Wolfenden's most trustworthy citezens."

"Well I couldn't be anything else could I after all H.O.Nesty is my name."

"Err, I also happen to be the number one Trader in this town, so anything you may require during your time here be sure to come to my stall."

"What H.O.Nesty hasn't got he'll get."

"Ok. Well anyway must dash, so Ta Tar a bit."

[DimensionGirl]

"Hi, Mr Skiprazor sir, welcome to Wolfenden, it's a very nice town and I hope you like it here. I've only just arrived too!"

"Don't be too bothered about the way I talk or my clothing or the strange objects I carry about in my backpack - it's because I'm from another distant place...I'm very friendly though!"

*offers handshake*

[Sylvester Hands]

'Ello, sir. I'm Sylvester 'Ands - you know, 'ands, like feet, but at the other end of your body.

[Kully]

Hi Skiprazor! Do you bring business?

[Skiprazor]

"Good evening to you all. Many thanks for your warm welcome."

"I suppose you could say I bring 'business', insofar that I and those who deal with me stand to profit from my involvement in their affairs. With that said, I am certainly no travelling salesman. I leave that particular enterprise to Messrs Hands and Nesty, who I am confident are much more skilled in the art of selling than I. What I have to offer can not be bought at a stall, and can not be mined from the earth. If you will, you may think of me as providing a service."

"Who I elect to provide my services to is, naturally, a decision that rests in my hands alone. Thank you all again for your hospitality - it is a rare commodity for one such as I."

*[He shakes Julia's hand firmly but gently, and methodically bites the head off a black Jelly Baby, his eyes locked firmly with Tom's.]*

"I bid you all good day."

[Hordriss de Confuseur]

Ah yes, one apologises for one's late greetings, other matters have been preoccupying....

Welcome, stranger, to this land. I am sure you will find that a pseudonym is of no hinderance to our friendship, secrets are respected here....

One is most fascinated by certain curious features in your bioenergy fields, and one wonders if one might perform some experimentation?

[OOC: Not really expecting you to agree, but Hordriss is always curious! Really like your writing style by the way!]

[Skiprazor]

[*Skiprazor turns round to see Hordriss. His eyes narrow slightly.*]

"...The great and powerful Hordriss. We meet at last."

[*He nods respectfully, but his face betrays a hint of both admiration and confidence, almost as if he considered himself to be in Hordriss's league. In a moment, the look is gone.*]

"Bioenergy, as you put it, is something I can assure you I have in abundance. Indeed, it is something that I find myself occasionally struggling to control, though such matters are of little importance at this moment. And while I am certain that to be the subject of one of the great Confuser's experiments is indeed a high honour... I must regretfully decline."

[*He lowers his head towards Hordriss, bowing ever so slightly. A small flash of blue light momentarily bursts forth from his eyes - so fast, in fact, that only Hordriss has the perceptive skills to see it.*]

"I look forward to our paths crossing again, master sorcerer."

[OOC: Thanks for the critique Hordriss, it's nice to know people dig this stuff!]

[Skiprazor]

Well boys and girls, that's it from me.

Thanks a lot for re-introducing me to my old roleplaying ways, and for making every plotline, post and exchange a pleasure to take part in. Your warmth, openness and sheer skill are a credit to you all.

Skiprazor may be dead, but I'm sure I'll return someday, with a new character to introduce to you all. I've realised during my time here that the bulk of creating a character is simply a case of throwing a load of dirt at the wall and seeing what sticks. And, as in the case of Skiprazor, what ends up sticking is usually not that far removed from the person who's throwing it.

Until then...

Neil xo