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Gilgamesh

"The Bully™"

Somnium

Master Intellectual (635)

Master Fighter (870)

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
462
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
657
player
Bunni

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Critical Block!
12-16-2021, 05:51 PM
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Now that he had a pack to call his own, he was going to *enjoy* it. Having never really had a place to call "home" before was weird. He was a vagabond through and through. Never really getting along with anyone was his thing. After the ooze, that had changed. The mottled man wanted to possibly make more friends. Real friends. Not those frenemy types where he only met them to spar or hunt.

What a concept.

A hiccuping chuckle bubbles in his throat as he carries a bushel of sticks and dry tinder onto the black sands of Obsidian Beach. In the distance, the sun sets in an array of pinks, blues, and oranges. Finally, the sun had decided to show itself and Gil was never going to take it for granted again. Arranging the wood in a haphazard pile, he admires his work with a smirk. Good enough. Turning back to the grassy slopes that led inward, he picks up the tools necessary to light the fire. Bringing with him a few flasks of home-brewed alcohol, he returns to his pile.

Drizzling some of the liquid over his sticks, he spends a few minutes flicking the piece of flint against a stone. Just like Fable had shown him that one day in the snow. Not that he would ever share with anyone that he had enjoyed making that clay bowl with the girl. Finally, he gasps as flames begin to flicker and lick up the booze, and spread. Pleased with himself, Gil sits his spotted tush upon the blackened sand and tilts his head back to take a big swig.


SPEECH

gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him




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