Isosceles' watched disdainfully as Mr. Bekkar spat into the small vial he produced from his pocket. Sticking out his hand he very carefully took it from him, worrying more about getting spit on his hand then making the volatile compound react.
"Thanks," Isosceles said slowly, with obvious distaste ...

It was by far the oddest array of emotions Isosceles had observed so subtly expressed between these two virtual strangers. There they were, standing in a little group outside his shop, the murky brown and gray colors of the ground and buildings mirroring their somber emotions. The only contrast was ...

The still unnamed gentleman quickly saw himself out of Isosceles’ shop, not bothering to stop and request any further information. He truly was a strange one. It seemed that he had two distinct personalities. It was almost funny that after strictly hammering out the plan the man had left before even ...

Instead of answering questions the gentlemen before him only raised more. Along with a rapid change in eye color came a total flip-flop of temperament. He went from genuine, eager, and relatively personable, to determined, rash, and aggressive with the yellowing of his eyes. Isosceles fire was only ...

Isosceles was amazed by this turn in events, he never expected his day would turn out so exciting! The man before him had a very strange mix of enthusiasm and uncertainty. He had ready, if choppy, answers for his questions. The interactions between the two were equally puzzling, they seemed to be at ...

The woman who had just entered passed off what Isosceles said with a flick of her wrist and nonchalant move of the head. She really was an odd lady, very foreign in appearance. Her habits and demeanor were also out of place, and in comparison to Isosceles’ they were just out right opposite.

The ...

The familiar tone of the door chime brought Isosceles attention up from his tiny puzzle, which he had been moments away from finishing. The visitor lurched forward awkwardly, as if unsure whether or not to step forward. Isosceles caught the metallic odor of chemicals about the man, who looked a ...

A thin trail of colorful smoke ran up between Isosceles fingers, bending around each one gently, like an elegant dancer. As it traced past his extensive nostrils it left a metallic tang with a hint of burning heat from the torch in his hand. Through his goggles he had an excellent view of the small ...

Ah, yes, his Shop/Workshop is were he will most likely be. It is located on the edge of the Industrial and Commercial districts. Its relatively small, but easily identified by a thin trail of purple smoke running out of a pipe through the ceiling. Inside you will find a variety of gadgets and gizmos ...

Ah yes, well I can be patient, I'd rather wait than compromise the integrity of the plot to force my character into the story.

While my characters morals do not exactly mesh with stealing, that does not mean we can't find a way to wrangle him into the plot. He is not against breaking the law, as long as he thinks it is for a worthwhile cause. In addition to this, he is not particularly difficult to take advantage of. So on ...

Hey, names Matt, or errr Rogrim I guess. I have been Rping for a while, probably since I was 13 or so, although now when I go back and read stuff from then I want to jump off a bridge. Ummm, I love Fantasy writing and do so as a hobby. I think interacting with other writers helps provoke new ...

Name: Isosceles Navitas

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Gnome

Height: 3’ 9”

Weight: 90 pounds

Physical Description: Isosceles is tall for a gnome, and if not for his well-kept beard might be mistaken for a human child. His face fits the bill, large sparkling blue eyes, a button of a nose and ...