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Post by Florian Raniari on Aug 27, 2010 21:05:18 GMT -5
((53/Human/Hunter)) “We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world forever, it seems.”Friends Gone, mostly. At times, it seems as though I’m the last of a generation; the last of an age. Not that I haven’t had any amiable acquaintances among the new brood of hunters, but… Well, it just isn’t the same. The world isn’t what it used to be… Lovers *chuckle* Enemies I make a special point of trying to take out anything that I think may become my enemy. Still, though, I do have a bit of baggage from my old life that rears its ugly head upon occasion. Who, in our line of work, doesn’t? Someday, maybe I’ll have the heart to end it, but that day hasn’t come yet… Other More than friends, or lovers, or even enemies, I think that most of the people who seek me out do so for advice. Age has its advantages, I suppose, though it’s a damn short list. In any case, I’ve never turned down a request for help (in any form) and I won’t be starting to any time soon. ((I'm pretty much open to any plot ideas, just let me know!))
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Post by helena on Aug 27, 2010 22:46:01 GMT -5
Or maybe a friend/aquaintance? Helena is a doctor who caters to the uninsured and underpriviledged, along with any stray Hunter who wanders into her clinic. Maybe she needs help finding a cure for a particular monster-wound, and she comes to Sastre for help?
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