kroan
05-28-2006, 08:29 PM
( for future references, the 'bright young thing' thread is written in a past tense, biographical format. all other IC posts involving kroan, unless otherwise noted, are transpiring in the present. )
( kahlaramah's speech is in red, kroan's speech is in blue there is some profanity in this RP, to warn the more sensitive. )
kahlaramah was slouched on a barstool in the RIP inn, this aging warlock clutching a bottle containing some vermilion hued liquid. undead; his attire consists of many items recently purchased at the auction house_ although most of them are not visible due to the gaudy purple robe that covers him. his cane leaning against the bar beside him, and his scantily adorned succubus standing at attention behind him_ snapping her whip across her ass every few minutes and cackling. his mood is foul, likely due to the fresh wounds upon his face_ which is held together primarily by leather straps. lifting the glass, and taking another drink.
' DAWDY! '
startled, he would look back_ a sense of dismay falling over him as he sees his adopted daughter kroan standing in the doorway; wrapped in gauze and mail, her long red tabard standing out somewhat. he notices, with a sigh, the night elf ears stapled upon the sides of her head_ she always seems to sport these trophies, and her arrogance does annoy him greatly.
' kroan, how many times must i tell you to stop with the ears? you look foolish! '
she would shriek indignantly, then rush across the room_ pouncing the haggard warlock and wrapping her arms around his neck before he can react_ cackling and planting a number of messy kisses to his gray skin. the two of them struggle for a minute, before kahlaramah is able to physically shove her off of him, at which point she falls to her ass on the floor.
' ouch! i don't look foolish.. i look fearsome. '
' kroan, it is absolutely ridiculous. why must you always draw attention to yourself and be a nuisance? you have the mindset of a child. '
her jaw hangs slack; eyes narrowing a bit. kroan has a tendency to sulk and become offended very easily; especially when spoken to in an unkind fashion by one she has become friendly too. she'll either become sad, or hotheaded. for this occasion however, she blows him off as best she can, her eyes shifting to that fine looking succubus of his_ which remains glacial to the entire situation, standing at ready. kroan approaches her, a hand extended as she gently slid her fingertips down the pallid flesh of the demon's thigh.
' actually da.. i didn't come here to talk to your grumpy ass anyway. i was wondering if perhaps i could borrow vilrida here for a night or two... she is just so .. '
kroan's little proposition is cut short, as kahlaramah immediately thumps her aside the head with his prophetic cane, knocking her to the ground again.
' ouch! why are you always so fuckin' ornery!? god, i don't see why not! you haven't done any adventuring whatsoever since you got her! it's like you are obsessed! '
' don't you sass me.. to hell with you, a disappointment of a daughter.. a succubus is what every warlock truly works for.. once you get one.. what else is there to have? i have no real qualms with the alliance.. this is a war where the only real grudges are held by the kings who started the whole mess.. i don't care.. '
kahlaramah would chuckle now; patting his knee_ at which point the demonoid slut eases into his lap, wriggling down as his brows rose up. kroan watches this with a frown_ indeed, she is a little pissed off by his comment.
' disappointment eh? look at your real family.. why, i am a sergeant and i have more verified... '
' eh? what smart comment is that on the tip of your tongue, wench daughter? '
' nothin. '
she would scowl; having become a bit hot-headed here, and not wishing to rub her success in the battlefields in his face. after all, he had taken her under his wing - and while he has not received a great deal of military commendation, who knows why? after all, at one point in his life.. his real life, he had been a renowned warrior - or at least he claims.
' i'll tell you not to sass me, girl. you have not the slightest idea of the legacies that i led in life, in lands far from azeroth. you are a chuckle-headed fool, do you realize the struggle it is to completely change your state of being from brute strength to intellectual pursuits, after being taken by the plague? i am forsaken... '
' oh, hush! all you people do is complain! christ almighty, i probably went through more shit then all of you 'forsakens' when the plague took me, and you never hear me whine about it! '
' you are an insolent little ball of perpetual joy, and it sickens me '
' aye, that i am. '
kroan would chuckle, and after a moment kahlaramah's grim face softens a bit. he would place the cane back in it's standing position against the bar, and stare with a hint of bemusement at kroan's stitched face.
' why must you always cause a scene? why, the minute you made yourself public in the horde's social circles, after gaining some prestige in battle, you immediately picked a fight with, as i am told, one of our greatest warriors '
' what, gorthok or whatever his name was? he is a common thug, i did nothing but help his awkward ass. he was trying to flirt with some haughty warlock bitch. and not doing a very good job at all! i found it necessary to show him how you are supposed to handle these undead girls '
' how you are supposed to handle these undead girls? oh.. dear... '
kahlaramah would bring his index fingers to his temples and rub gently. he is a rather old fashioned sort, and is having a difficult time adjusting to his adopted daughter's crazy, same-sex preferences.
' yeah that's right! she wanted it too! of course, i was only foolin. i just wanted to tease her a bit. my heart is for another. '
' kroan, what in the name of varimathras are you speaking of now.. '
' that's what pissed him off! he knew that if i wanted, i coulda jacked her up against the wall and made her pull my panties off with her teeth and '
' KROAN! master yourself! '
' jeezus. i can't help it, i'm the kroanage! '
' you know i despise that idiotic pet name you have bestowed upon yourself.. '
a sheepish expression comes across kroan's face; why, if not for that eternal pallor of undeath on her visage, she would most certainly be blushing. she speaks again, in a timid voice.
' so.. wanna play big blaine / little blaine the ghost? '
' NO! I AM TIRED OF THAT DREADFUL GAME, YOU ALWAYS WANT TO DO IT FOR HOURS ON END DO YOU NOT TIRE OF IT? OUT!!! NOW!!! '
at this point, utterly exasperated with her foolery, kahlaramah would growl and rise from the barstool, taking his prophetic cane and thumping kroan roughly upside her head. she shrieks, stumbling and falling in a comical fashion_ before quickly lunging on her haunches to spring to the door_ squalling loudly like a kicked puppy, and retreating into the night - leaving kahlaramah in the bar alone, once again.
' it's the endtimes! weeeeee! '
hearing her typical announcement hollared into the winds, he would shake his head_ wondering just what in the hell he is going to do with her. fingers rubbed his temples again, muttering in obvious distaste.
' big blaine and little blaine.. what nonsense. '
( kahlaramah's speech is in red, kroan's speech is in blue there is some profanity in this RP, to warn the more sensitive. )
kahlaramah was slouched on a barstool in the RIP inn, this aging warlock clutching a bottle containing some vermilion hued liquid. undead; his attire consists of many items recently purchased at the auction house_ although most of them are not visible due to the gaudy purple robe that covers him. his cane leaning against the bar beside him, and his scantily adorned succubus standing at attention behind him_ snapping her whip across her ass every few minutes and cackling. his mood is foul, likely due to the fresh wounds upon his face_ which is held together primarily by leather straps. lifting the glass, and taking another drink.
' DAWDY! '
startled, he would look back_ a sense of dismay falling over him as he sees his adopted daughter kroan standing in the doorway; wrapped in gauze and mail, her long red tabard standing out somewhat. he notices, with a sigh, the night elf ears stapled upon the sides of her head_ she always seems to sport these trophies, and her arrogance does annoy him greatly.
' kroan, how many times must i tell you to stop with the ears? you look foolish! '
she would shriek indignantly, then rush across the room_ pouncing the haggard warlock and wrapping her arms around his neck before he can react_ cackling and planting a number of messy kisses to his gray skin. the two of them struggle for a minute, before kahlaramah is able to physically shove her off of him, at which point she falls to her ass on the floor.
' ouch! i don't look foolish.. i look fearsome. '
' kroan, it is absolutely ridiculous. why must you always draw attention to yourself and be a nuisance? you have the mindset of a child. '
her jaw hangs slack; eyes narrowing a bit. kroan has a tendency to sulk and become offended very easily; especially when spoken to in an unkind fashion by one she has become friendly too. she'll either become sad, or hotheaded. for this occasion however, she blows him off as best she can, her eyes shifting to that fine looking succubus of his_ which remains glacial to the entire situation, standing at ready. kroan approaches her, a hand extended as she gently slid her fingertips down the pallid flesh of the demon's thigh.
' actually da.. i didn't come here to talk to your grumpy ass anyway. i was wondering if perhaps i could borrow vilrida here for a night or two... she is just so .. '
kroan's little proposition is cut short, as kahlaramah immediately thumps her aside the head with his prophetic cane, knocking her to the ground again.
' ouch! why are you always so fuckin' ornery!? god, i don't see why not! you haven't done any adventuring whatsoever since you got her! it's like you are obsessed! '
' don't you sass me.. to hell with you, a disappointment of a daughter.. a succubus is what every warlock truly works for.. once you get one.. what else is there to have? i have no real qualms with the alliance.. this is a war where the only real grudges are held by the kings who started the whole mess.. i don't care.. '
kahlaramah would chuckle now; patting his knee_ at which point the demonoid slut eases into his lap, wriggling down as his brows rose up. kroan watches this with a frown_ indeed, she is a little pissed off by his comment.
' disappointment eh? look at your real family.. why, i am a sergeant and i have more verified... '
' eh? what smart comment is that on the tip of your tongue, wench daughter? '
' nothin. '
she would scowl; having become a bit hot-headed here, and not wishing to rub her success in the battlefields in his face. after all, he had taken her under his wing - and while he has not received a great deal of military commendation, who knows why? after all, at one point in his life.. his real life, he had been a renowned warrior - or at least he claims.
' i'll tell you not to sass me, girl. you have not the slightest idea of the legacies that i led in life, in lands far from azeroth. you are a chuckle-headed fool, do you realize the struggle it is to completely change your state of being from brute strength to intellectual pursuits, after being taken by the plague? i am forsaken... '
' oh, hush! all you people do is complain! christ almighty, i probably went through more shit then all of you 'forsakens' when the plague took me, and you never hear me whine about it! '
' you are an insolent little ball of perpetual joy, and it sickens me '
' aye, that i am. '
kroan would chuckle, and after a moment kahlaramah's grim face softens a bit. he would place the cane back in it's standing position against the bar, and stare with a hint of bemusement at kroan's stitched face.
' why must you always cause a scene? why, the minute you made yourself public in the horde's social circles, after gaining some prestige in battle, you immediately picked a fight with, as i am told, one of our greatest warriors '
' what, gorthok or whatever his name was? he is a common thug, i did nothing but help his awkward ass. he was trying to flirt with some haughty warlock bitch. and not doing a very good job at all! i found it necessary to show him how you are supposed to handle these undead girls '
' how you are supposed to handle these undead girls? oh.. dear... '
kahlaramah would bring his index fingers to his temples and rub gently. he is a rather old fashioned sort, and is having a difficult time adjusting to his adopted daughter's crazy, same-sex preferences.
' yeah that's right! she wanted it too! of course, i was only foolin. i just wanted to tease her a bit. my heart is for another. '
' kroan, what in the name of varimathras are you speaking of now.. '
' that's what pissed him off! he knew that if i wanted, i coulda jacked her up against the wall and made her pull my panties off with her teeth and '
' KROAN! master yourself! '
' jeezus. i can't help it, i'm the kroanage! '
' you know i despise that idiotic pet name you have bestowed upon yourself.. '
a sheepish expression comes across kroan's face; why, if not for that eternal pallor of undeath on her visage, she would most certainly be blushing. she speaks again, in a timid voice.
' so.. wanna play big blaine / little blaine the ghost? '
' NO! I AM TIRED OF THAT DREADFUL GAME, YOU ALWAYS WANT TO DO IT FOR HOURS ON END DO YOU NOT TIRE OF IT? OUT!!! NOW!!! '
at this point, utterly exasperated with her foolery, kahlaramah would growl and rise from the barstool, taking his prophetic cane and thumping kroan roughly upside her head. she shrieks, stumbling and falling in a comical fashion_ before quickly lunging on her haunches to spring to the door_ squalling loudly like a kicked puppy, and retreating into the night - leaving kahlaramah in the bar alone, once again.
' it's the endtimes! weeeeee! '
hearing her typical announcement hollared into the winds, he would shake his head_ wondering just what in the hell he is going to do with her. fingers rubbed his temples again, muttering in obvious distaste.
' big blaine and little blaine.. what nonsense. '