#mercer shaw

[badmastardshaw]

[mandelthesly]

Wed, Bed, Behead - Cervato, Zafir, Mercer

Wed: Cervato, like…why wouldn’t he wed his girlfriend? He would do anything for her plus enjoy all the sexy times they have in store for each other. Plus, he considers her to be the most beautiful woman he has laid his eyes on. (Which he may or not be biased)

Bed: Zafir, she is shrouded in mystery to him but she seems like a great person to be around once you get past her shell. And well, she is very attractive so that never hurts. (He also thinks she is a closet pervert *shakes head in disappointment at Mandel*)

Behead: Mercer, Mandel has definitely gotten over the fact that Mercer was one of Cer’s former flames and he has experimented in the past when it comes to men. BUT, that doesn’t save his pal Mercy from the headsman’s axe. (Sorry Mercer, RIP Merdel)

Referenced: @badmastardshaw @jocelinerinner Cervato

[crimsoncompendium]

Smash or pass: Mercer.

“I’m pretty sure everyone except Mercer knows that if he’d give me the time of day I’d give him the time of his life,” blurts Arvanna without thinking. She pauses and looks up, apparently shocked at herself, but ultimately shrugs and goes back to lacing her boots. Whatever.

Thank you! Smash or Pass prompt here!

[meadnbookpiles]

💞 

“I… haven’t got a clue about the man. Used to think he was an alright sort, but then recently I caught word about a whole ordeal that happened…”

[badmastardshaw]

[badmastardshaw]

A young boy, about 12 years of age, squints at Mercer across the street before hopping off the curb and moving to block the mercenary's path. "You familiar with a woman named Layla, sir? From the Wet Oyster in Lion's Arch?" Referring to a magnificent brothel. "She just passed a Season ago, but said you may be my dad." ((LOL have fun))

[badmastardshaw]

[badmastardshaw]

Violet bruised eyes (Mercer)

“Get up, bastard!” The raven haired woman called from the outskirts of the ring. The captain grinned from ear to ear. “You’re fightin’ for the Crone’s honor!” That got a chorus of raucous laugh from the crew behind her.

In the ring, Mercer’s head swam. He could barely see out of his right eye, it was swollen shut. His stomach churned, as he reflexively swallowed a mouthful of blood. The next, he spat out.

With a grunt, the pirate forced himself up to his feet. He swayed, punch drunk, as he brought up his fists. He stared daggers to the man in the opposite corner.

“C’mon, y’ fuckin’ fuck.” he growled. “I ain’t done w’ you yet.”