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Fultor

He wears a kilt over laid with chain mail. His build large and barbaric , Spanning his whole upper body scars from past battles Adorn his flesh. His deep, dark eyes peircing through the night and some say your soul. http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.c

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

A above average male. His skin covered with dragon like scales, and eyes as dark as night.

Personality

Calm yet very much one for equal treatment. He only lets his temper flair when he sees a woman being beaten, or if someone shows him no respect when he has shown them respect. HE keeps to himself mostly though he enjoies the company of females, not for sexual pleasures just cause they tend to be more light hearted than males.

Equipment

HE carries two swords, one named Balderish, the other named Elvinia. Inset into both swords is a deep red blood stone. Made of pur blood from his fallen comrades and his father.He wears a kilt over laid with chain mail. A vast amount of daggers are hidden from his feet to his back.

History

His kin well known for there mercinary still of fighting, though highly trained. He was banished from his lands when he stood against his own kin. Now he roams the roads and mountains alone, staying in what ever cave he finds suitable for him for the night. He is constantly on the look out for those you hunt him in revenge.

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Fultor's Story

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Fultor strolls into the bar looking around he eyed a few people but took a seat at the bar. His ears twiched as he listened to the patrons speaking. He looked over the vast selection of drinks at hand and smiled. Seems he was home after all. HE then sat up and looked over the counter for his bottle of bourbon in it's usual place.

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Fultor turns around to look at the machine in front of him.

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Fultor pokes the she-snake.

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Fultor enters the bar. He keeps to himself his gaze fixed upon the floor. He moves slowly towrds a seat near the window and sits silently. His gaze turns to look out the window as he leans back in the seat. Not a single thing had drawn his attention nor would it unless he wished it to.

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Fultor sighs softly and looks around. He snears at the people with companions as if disgusted by them. His gaze fixing back out the window at the forest just beyond the plains. He had been lonely he had to admit but he was not the kind to go looking for companionship.

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Fultor growls softly at the fowl language and the disrespect showin the bar. His head turned slowly in the direction of wich it had come from. His eyes scanned the people slowly, all the while he seemed to remain calm except for his growling.

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Fultor speaks softly in a calm but low tone. " I would be happy if you would change your tone and language in this place. " His eyes having fixed upon the fowl mouthed youngin being extremely rude.

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Fultor couldn't help but chuckle at Lain's words. HE then looked down at the table infront of him tracing the wood grain with his finger tip.

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Fultor stood slowly and moved to the bar. He then placed a hand on Damask's shoulder lightly. " Excuse me but I do think you need to watch your language around here. Not everyone enjoys it. "

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Fultor looks at the BOY and chuckles from behind him. HE had heard that plenty of times and all he heard it from died quickly. HE then sat at the bar and watched the two laughing at the ignorance of the young boy. He had to admire the womans attitude though.

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Fultor growls softly and stands stepping between Lain and damask. " Excuse me sir, and I use that term loosely. I beleive you have offended others and you need to sit your ass down and shut-up. Be fore an old man like me shuts you up. " HE then looked the boy over knowing he would simply ignore him again and the looked to Lain. " I hope he is not offending you if so simply tell me and I shall handle this. I may be rude myself but this is beyond rude. "

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Fultor nodded to the woman and looked back at the boy with a stern glare. " Watch your mannors. " He stood in his place showing no sign of backing down. He simply chuckled and spat on the boys shoe with a sadistic grin playign across hsi features.

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Character Portrait: Fultor Fultor says,
 Afk.

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Character Portrait: Fultor Fultor says,
 Bk))

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Fultor looked down at the boys foot and laughed as he stepped past him. " Maybe you should learn how to be more polite and you'd get more. You don't scare me nor will you force me to do anything. " HE sat back at the bar and looked at the selection of drinks infront of him.

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Fultor smiles mockingly at the youngin. " How about you get it started while I sit down by trying to kick yourself in the ass. " He laughed in the boys face and looked back at the bottles.

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Fultor lifted a knee bracing himself against the underside of the counter. His right arm moving up and around to wrap around the boys neck. His knee then moved quickly to let him fall. His boy turned slowly in the fall to land him on his side.

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Fultor groaned softly with each blow as he sinched his arm around the boy throat. He could feel his arm flexing into a choke hold on him. HE then brought his left hand up to grasp the arm around the boys neck and pull at it to tighten it quickly. His elbow and upper arm blocking the blows somewhat.

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Character Portrait: Fultor Fultor says,
 - smiled at the pain. He hadn't felt it in some time.

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Fultor smiled at the pain, he hadn't felt it in sometime and he wished he could feel it a bit longer. He then rolled right over pulling the boy with him. He knew the feeling of this happening and it wasn't pleasent at all to him when it had happened.

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Character Portrait: Fultor Fultor says,
 Damn it. gtg. ))

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Character Portrait: Fultor Fultor says,
 Gotta go get the madre out of the hospital. ))

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Fultor stepped into the bar with a grin upon his face. He looked about and tisked at the fowl language he heard already.

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Fultor sat alone at the bar and sighed as he listened to the young boy fight. He had had the boy near submission earlier yet he still hadn't learned anything.

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Fultor sits at an empty booth mynching on chow main and friedrice.

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