02-02-2023, 05:26 PM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
He had been stowed away in his home, writing in leather bound books for most of the day. But upon hearing the slam on his door, followed by the drunk yelling, Olalla clamped the book shut in his hand in annoyance and swept across the floor to swing open the door.
Jormungand's face was the last, least prettiest face he wished to see, and Olalla had half a mind to close the door but he was of great value to the Pitt. And Kold's adoptive father, so the friendly obligation was ever present. The beast drew in a sharp breath, smiling lightly. "Jormungand," he began, teeth gritting quietly. "How pleasant of you to stop by."
Olalla cleared his throat and sniffled slightly, sickness only worsening at this rate. But he supposed that's how it worked; it only got worse before it got better. He hoped. "And what will be doing, my drunken friend," the beast said as he stepped out of his house now, joints popping lightly.
[member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member]
Jormungand's face was the last, least prettiest face he wished to see, and Olalla had half a mind to close the door but he was of great value to the Pitt. And Kold's adoptive father, so the friendly obligation was ever present. The beast drew in a sharp breath, smiling lightly. "Jormungand," he began, teeth gritting quietly. "How pleasant of you to stop by."
Olalla cleared his throat and sniffled slightly, sickness only worsening at this rate. But he supposed that's how it worked; it only got worse before it got better. He hoped. "And what will be doing, my drunken friend," the beast said as he stepped out of his house now, joints popping lightly.
[member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member]
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I demand only this...that you join with me in building a new Rome, a Rome that offers justice, peace and land to all its citizens, not just the privileged few. Support me in this task, and old divisions will be forgotten. Oppose me, and Rome will not forgive you a second time!
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