Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 0:44:28 GMT -4
(The original thread, for those interested.)
NAME: Eli Howlett
HT (Height): 185 CM
WT (Weight): 90 KG
HAIR (Color): Blond
EYES (Color): Brown
SEX: Male
AGE: 30
PHOTOGRAPH (Description): Broad shoulders accentuated his heavy build. Unkempt stubble adorned his diamond shaped head, a faded dark blue cap obscuring his short-cut hair. His hands were hidden in the pockets of a brown leather jacket, worn over a grey shirt. His jeans were dirtied, held by a belt covered by various scratches and marks.
Where you’re headed: Albingrod
Pocket contents: Chipped aviator sunglasses.
You board the transport blimp, which seems to be manned by plenty of armed guards. There is no system of regulation or investigation in these skies, just men with guns that may or may not know how to use them. When the rest of the passengers board, the guard closest to the entry door shuts and locks it. The intercom turns on, and a man begins speaking.
"Hello to you passengers this beautiful afternoon. My name is Cid, and I'll be piloting you for this trip. Hopefully my flying will provide you with a thoroughly comfortable experience."
As you take your seat, you can feel the blimp lift up off the ground, taking you away from the platform and people below until they're near impossible to make out, and after awhile, the only thing you can clear make out is the foreboding miasma below. Something about it haunts you to your very core, but it wont do you well to concern yourself with it now. There's nothing it can do to you in the sky, good or bad, and eventually you're able to put the thought of it out of your mind long enough to continue on your way.
Perhaps it's that the city you're traveling to is protected by a mercenary troop, but your trip is surprisingly safe. They say the skies these days are quite dangerous, but at least around Albingrod, they're largely clear. You do happen to notice a suspicious looking ship trailing after your transport and a fair distance, but it's eventually chased off by another, larger ship, which proceeds to escort you the rest of the way to Albingrod
Eventually, your blimp touches down in the quaint Polish city. The doors open, and Cid thanks you for joining him on his flight. You're free to take your leave.
NAME: Eli Howlett
HT (Height): 185 CM
WT (Weight): 90 KG
HAIR (Color): Blond
EYES (Color): Brown
SEX: Male
AGE: 30
PHOTOGRAPH (Description): Broad shoulders accentuated his heavy build. Unkempt stubble adorned his diamond shaped head, a faded dark blue cap obscuring his short-cut hair. His hands were hidden in the pockets of a brown leather jacket, worn over a grey shirt. His jeans were dirtied, held by a belt covered by various scratches and marks.
Where you’re headed: Albingrod
Pocket contents: Chipped aviator sunglasses.
You board the transport blimp, which seems to be manned by plenty of armed guards. There is no system of regulation or investigation in these skies, just men with guns that may or may not know how to use them. When the rest of the passengers board, the guard closest to the entry door shuts and locks it. The intercom turns on, and a man begins speaking.
"Hello to you passengers this beautiful afternoon. My name is Cid, and I'll be piloting you for this trip. Hopefully my flying will provide you with a thoroughly comfortable experience."
As you take your seat, you can feel the blimp lift up off the ground, taking you away from the platform and people below until they're near impossible to make out, and after awhile, the only thing you can clear make out is the foreboding miasma below. Something about it haunts you to your very core, but it wont do you well to concern yourself with it now. There's nothing it can do to you in the sky, good or bad, and eventually you're able to put the thought of it out of your mind long enough to continue on your way.
Perhaps it's that the city you're traveling to is protected by a mercenary troop, but your trip is surprisingly safe. They say the skies these days are quite dangerous, but at least around Albingrod, they're largely clear. You do happen to notice a suspicious looking ship trailing after your transport and a fair distance, but it's eventually chased off by another, larger ship, which proceeds to escort you the rest of the way to Albingrod
Eventually, your blimp touches down in the quaint Polish city. The doors open, and Cid thanks you for joining him on his flight. You're free to take your leave.
