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Name: Naffteef Dakarot

Race: Ork

Age: 81(24 in human years)

Gender: Male

Occupation: Knight(how he became a knight...no one may never know)

Apperance:

Standing at 8'7" and weighing at 312 pounds(which is not all located in his gut). He has no hair on his head and has reddish orange eyes.

Personality: Naffteef is a warrior by heart, always eager for the next fight. He is also a boastful individual telling fun stories and tales about his adventures. He is a protector of the weak risking his self to protect another person in need, but in a fight he can(and more often than not) succumb to his orkish instincts and go on a blood fueled rampage until everything near him is crushed or demolished.

Strengths: "I Da strongest fighta!"- Being a ork, he possesses immense strength. To get a grasp on his strength, he can break rocks in his hands or use his mighty axe to chop through your shield and cut through parts of your armor in a few blows.

Pain=Gain- The more he gets hurt in a fight the angrier and more ferocious he becomes. He gets stronger and yells a lot more the more he gets damaged.

"I'z can keep on goin!"- His stamina is plentiful, if you task him to carry a boulder and walk around in a circle and he will do just that and after he is done he would be ready for another job.

Weaknesses: Speed? Wotz dat?- He is very slow in walking speed. He could run at you and it could take a whole day before he would reach you. To put in in simpler terms he runs as fast as someone walking.

Smartz...wotz smartz?- His intelligence can easily be questioned. He can't count past three and in which case anything higher than that is "lotz". He may and can create the most stupid, idiotic plan which could get 100 elite men beaten by just 15 untrained recruits. He also does not follow logicial reasoning, his logic dictates to run into an army and "Krump dem all!" Then after he relized charging was a bad idea he would either be surrounded or get beat up.

Honor in duels!- Being a knight, if he was to be challenged he would accept it in a heartbeat. Of course he will never watch his back in said duel and someone could go behind him and stab him in the back.

Size- Being a fairly large green thing, it is almost impossible to miss hitting him or spotting him.

Unique fact: His manner of speaking to everyone is a strange butchered English, for example: "'Oi, you lads 'aving a party? I'z lik a gud party". He also enjoys drinking beer(especially if he put some type of fungus or mushroom in it)

As for being hired in the first place, he was the one who came to the manor on another quest and since they were looking for more staff he signed up since he could use the extra peices of coin.

So begins...

Naffteef Dakarot's Story

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#2015-09-20 20:52:06, as written by Specmarine

Naffteef stood up straight and mighty as he kept both his arms at his side. He wore some rather heavy looking plate armor with spikes attached to his shoulder pads, that combined with his height made him look very intimidating. As he listened to the man in front greet them to the manor and he also introduced himself as Patch. He kept silent as his eyes looked to his side to look at the others standing next to him, two human females, a floating thing, and some guy with purple skin, were standing next to him.He found nothing unusual about any of them and didint think anything was off since there were "lots" of people here. His definition of lots is when there was more than three things and since there was more than three people in one area he concluded that this manor has enough people running it.

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#2015-09-21 03:02:38, as written by StarlightKeeper

"What an odd place..." Maude commented as she glanced around. Maude and Blythe weren't really paying attention to the speech so much as looking around.

Human in appearance with the physical prowess of a celestial warrior, the two girl were scouting. Possible exits. Hiding spots. Anything in particular that could be of use in the future. When the boy-Patch?- walked away, they straightened up. Time to act normal. Just normal human maids. If only that were true.

Maude scratched the inside of her wrist, but Blythe reached out and grabbed her hand. She shook her head once. If Maude kept scratching, she would break her skin. Where would they be then? She glanced at the three strange creatures out of the corner of her eye.

It had always been a speculation that her and Blythe weren't the only odd ones out, but she never imagined they could be so... strange... At least the sisters looked human enough. You know, without their wings and stuff. They only used that to intimidate people though.

She perked up when the boy returned. He was mysterious. Adorable, really. His stutter seemed to emphasize that point. She hoped they could be friends. She and Blythe had never had friends before.

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#2015-09-21 03:31:14, as written by Knight.EXE

Patch returned to where his new co-workers where waiting, still holding his severed arm, "T-the master w-will s-see y-you now. P-please f-follow me." he said before turning around and going back to the lord's office. He decided to pass the time by telling them what to expect from their new employer, "N-now t-the m-master can be a b-bit odd." he started before holding up his severed arm, "I-it would b-be b-best if I e-entered first. T-the m-master has a t-tendency t-to throw o-objects a-at p-people, e-even i-if th-they are sh-sharp." he finished as they reached the office door, "M-master, I-I've br-brought them." he knocked before opening the door, although this time Lord Everheart had swung the ax horizontally, taking off Patch's head, "MASTER!!!!" the now severed head shouted in surprise as his body collapsed on the floor, "Ah! Patch, how are you this fine day?" the eccentric lord asked, before noticing that he cut the doll's head off, "Oh my. It seems you've lost your head." he picked up the head before holding it up high and putting the back of his hand on his head, "Alas, poor Patch, I knew him well." he falsely cried before Patch spoke up, "S-sir t-the n-new staff i-is here." the decapitated doll stuttered, his embarrassment was reaching an all time high, "Oh so they are. Well It's a pleasure to meet you all. Now please take poor Patch here and get out of my office." he said with a straight face casually tossed Patch's head like it was a ball, "Oh and Patch? Please show them to the servant's quarters." the doll head only muttered a small 'yes master.' as he was caught by one of the new maids.

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#2015-09-21 03:47:07, as written by RacoonMoon()

Dim Etree
Dim looked around blankly at the people. They were all so... different. Dim floated and tried to make himself appear as transparent as possible. He wasn't really interested in getting to know any of them. To be totally frank he didn't really want to be in this room either though. In fact he didn't quite know why he was brought into this room. He didn't want to risk angering the doll though, so he decided to stay for now. These people might be able to interest him until he could return to the garden though.

Taking a breath, he brightened as he floated towards the orc in metal armor. He didn't know why he chose him. Probably because he introduced himself first. Floating near the Naffteef's head he subtly cleared his throat.

"I'm Dim. Dim Etree. Pleased to meet you." The introduction came out dry and quiet, but was soon overpowered by the call of the purple man. Dim only half listened, still confused on how what they were saying pertained to him. When they finished Dim questioned whether he should repeat the introduction, or just back away to let others talk.
"Glad we could have this talk." He whispered as he floated toward the back of the group.

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#2015-09-21 04:27:36, as written by Specmarine

As Naffteef stood around waiting for Patch to return, eventually the small floating thing floating next to him began to float near his head before clearing its throat. It introduced himself as Dim Etree in a dry and quiet tone which seemed to get the ork slightly depressed just hearing him. "Nice 'Ta meet ya Dim. Names Naffteef Dakarot, pleasured 'Ta meet ya." He replied in a louder tone but clearly he looked a bit down just being next to him before their conversation was interrupted by Patch who returned and told them that the master wanted to see them.

As they prepared to leave Dim told him he was glad to have this talk before he floated back to the group. As he followed Patch to the masters room, he watched as Patch called out to the master before knocking on the door and opening it only for his head to be separated from his body. He could only watch in slight horror as the poor lad in front of him had been decapitated and was prepared to strike down the master for killing a innocent person, but he noticed something was off and that something was that there was no blood and then he saw something that surprised him. The decapitated head began to talk again like nothing has happened and with that he no longer had the urge to go beat up the master.

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#2015-09-21 04:48:07, as written by StarlightKeeper

Maude raised an eyebrow at her new "master's" actions. Perhaps it was a normal occurrence. Even so, a small giggle escaped her when his head landed in her arms. Blythe quietly scrambled to grab his body and they left the room. "I see what you meant about Lord Everheart," she said to the decapitated head, a small smile dancing on her face. "Might I ask? Are you a doll of some sorts? The mechanics of how your body works is phenomenal."

"Sister..." Blythe said quietly, her tone a bit overprotective.

"Alas," Maude shook her head. "I fear I'll have to return you to your body. Do you need any help with the sewing? I'm a bit rusty, but I feel as though I could manage that much."

She knew she was talking too much, but she rarely cared about that. She had to do enough talking for both Blythe and herself, after all. It was how the two of the worked. It was how they would always work. "Where are the servant's quarters, anyways?"

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#2015-09-21 05:28:08, as written by Knight.EXE

"O-oh, um. t-t-take a l-l-left u-u-up here." he started to give directions. His stuttering was more prominent as he was being held, and the fact that he had to stay in this close vicinity until his head is put back on, "I-i-it's a r-r-right up h-h-here." Patch started to think about the new maid's previous question, and to be honest, he was still trying to find a good way describe it. False muscle is more complex than what you would find in a normal body, it's more....malleable you could say. It has something in it that allows for that extra defense, that extra bend, it softens the blow if you will, "I-i-it's a-a-at t-the e-end o-o-of th-th-this h-h-hall, on y-y-your l-l-left." Patch said when they got further down the hall, "Sorry you had to carry me." he muttered quietly, his face, if he had blood, would've been red as a tomato. He really wished the master missed right about now.

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#2015-09-23 00:00:48, as written by Knight.EXE

Patch thought about the frequency of his master's greetings, "N-n-not r-r-really." he started before gaining a small frown, "O-only o-on Mondays, o-or if th-there a-are g-guests." he sighed as he remembered all the times this has happened. He had to wait for the master to stitch him back together, or to cut his head off again if he put Patch's head on backwards. Those days it took hours, if not the whole day to get his head back on, "H-h-he m-mostly a-aims f-f-for my a-arm o-or l-l-leg."

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#2015-09-23 03:31:55, as written by StarlightKeeper

Blythe watched the butler interact with her sister and the... Thing... She wasn't sure what to call it. Maude followed the boy's directions as the purple man started up a discussion with him. Maude giggled, "Sorry, I just find it interesting that he missed this time."

Blythe shot her sister a scolding look. Why were they here again? She'd much rather be out and about doing what they used to do and she could hardly understand why Maude had chosen maids of all things. Maybe because they cleaned up their own messes? Perhaps it wouldn't be so hard, but they had so much money in reserve. Illegal money, she reminded herself. They could use it in the black market, but it didn't go much further than that.

"I imagine you have gone through quite a lot of staff," Maude commented absently and Blythe shook her head. She rolled her arms; the boy's body was heavier than it looked. Maybe she was tired from the long journey. This would usually be nothing for her.

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#2015-09-23 04:24:06, as written by Knight.EXE

Patch decided to remain silent, he didn't like to remember the poor staff that where to slow to dodge the master's more, 'creative' greetings on days like this. If he wasn't a doll, than Patch would have been dead fifty times over, even then it was still annoying having to stop anything that he had planed in order to put himself together. After they reached the servant's quarters, Patch decided to speak again, "Th-this i-i-is t-the r-r-room th-that we w-w-will b-b-be sh-sh-sharing." he said, before looking to his bed, "Th-that b-b-bed o-over th-there is m-m-m-mine. Y-y-you c-c-can p-pick a-a-any o-other b-b-bed y-y-you s-s-see." his bed was of average means, the sheets on the other hand where a mix of light purple and a dark-ish pink cloths that where sewn together, and each stitch was of different length the the one after it, "I-i-in t-the d-d-drawer t-t-to t-the left i-is wh-where m-m-my s-s-sewing s-s-supplies a-a-are."

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#2015-09-23 22:19:51, as written by Specmarine

As they arrived at the servants quarters, Naffteef looked at the beds they would be sleeping wrong and even with his very meager intelligence he could already see one problem and that one problem is he was too big for the beds. He just concluded that he should just sleep on the floor since he knew no other way to fit on one of the beds. He grabbed a white sheet off of one of the beds before finding an empty location in the room which was the corner farthest away from the beds, and then he proceeded to sit down in said corner and claimed that spot as his own. He had slept in worse conditions during his time outside and this certainly was better than all of them by a long shot.

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#2015-09-24 02:16:55, as written by RacoonMoon()

"I imagine you have gone through quite a lot of staff." said the girl holding the body.
"Truly a comforting interjection." Amadier flashed her a forced smile. He resisted the urge to turn around and check the hall for the master. He refused to accept the idea that he was afraid of his employer despite the trembling of his wrist. Noting patch's silence, Amadier decided to drop the subject. He entertained himself by finding synonyms for the word courage.

As they reached the room, the others seemed to immediately occupy themselves with finding a bed. He might have been disturbed at the lack of privacy, but the proximity to the things he wanted to taste compensated for that. He watched as Naffteef spread a blanket in the corner of small room. Another thing Amadier noticed is that there were certainly more beds than people. traces of a better time perhaps. Still standing in the doorway he looked around at the different beds until he found the one that seemed lowest to the ground. Whoever had this bed last must have weighed it down considerably. Kneeling down he looked under the bed at the deep shadows before popping up and nodding. Taking the blanket from on the bed he followed Naffteef's lead and spread it at the foot of his bed. He kicked as much of the blanket under it as possible before turning on his heel. Onto other matters.

"Well now that most of us are situated, perhaps we should get to know each a bit more?" Amadier addressed the room.
"Patch, Naffteef," he gestured to each of them respectively before casting a sweeping gesture over himself. "Amadier Pilotzin."
He turned to the two girls and addressed them in his most cordial greeting. He extended a hand as if to receive theirs with a kiss.
"And who might you two fine ladies be?"

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