Clockwork: a steam punk RP, members needed

[AqueousSnake]

"I'm James," he told him sitting down and taking a drink of his coffee.

[Maxxika]

Carter looked up at the girl, then glanced at James. "Well, aren't I popular today." He said with a smirk. "Or are you following him?" He motioned to James, then drank his coffee.

[AqueousSnake]

"Probably," James answered, taking another drink.

[Maxxika]

Carter looked over. "You don't seem so thrilled with that idea." He commented. "But I wouldn't either."

[today i'm alive]

" um, yeah well I'm gonna leave you two to yourselves. It seems you guys really don't want me here sooooo."
Tess ran her fingers through her hair as she turned around.

[Alhazred]

Oooh. Steampunk. Me likey. Rare.
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Username: Silvenium
Character name: Quendir (Last name unknown).
Gender: M
Age: ?
Appearance: An extremely short man-he is actually a dwarf. The man's red hair is slicked back and straight; a bit white at the roots from coming age. Creases in the cheek area from said coming age. Quendir wears a hooded mask and decked out in dark brown leather, and many pouches about his being.
History: Being a stone mason and carrying on the family trade did not seem like the most appealing thing to this man, so he decided to do what he wanted. Actively making bombs does not net you a good view by society, but it does with criminal organizations. Simple as that.
Personality: Your typical dwarf. Haughty and proud; upstanding of his beliefs. Said personality and line of work can get him in trouble when in social situations, so open public areas are usually not his favourite place to go....unless, of course, they are bars-Quendir will not begrudge himself a drink now and then. ;D
Paraphernalia: A dagger at the right side, short sword on the left. The belt also holds quite a few vials of strange liquids-probably poisons. This man also is a tinkerer and dabbles in at least bomb making, for there are engineer's tools in one of the pouches and small bombs in another.
Occupation: Rogue/Tinker.
Skills: Bomb making, lock picking.
Criminal gang: Iron Hand.

[AqueousSnake]

Accepted.

[Maxxika]

Carter looked at James. "Did you know her?" He asked.

[AqueousSnake]

"Hardly," James replied,"met her in the store the other day."

[Maxxika]

"Oh. Did she like you or something?" Carter asked with a smirk. "Sure seemed like it. There was a whole empty table pover there."