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idc how he looks in game

pendles is at least 6′9

#tbd.#hes always hunched over in game #he's tall #okay

AN ACTUAL COWBOY‌:

❛ take me dancin’ ? well — if it weren’t for the fact you ain’t my type , I gladly would . not t’ mention , you don’t look like the dancin’ type . lookin’ to do some killing instead , from the sound of it . ❜ [ @toxikill ! ]

HE LAUGHS, MOUTH OPEN WIDE! What a joker, never mind that Pendles wasn’t his type; he wasn’t PENDLES’ type. He was too soft, too warm--- and too susceptible to death via poisoning. Still, the Roa exhaled a low hiss, dark tongue flicking out instinctively as he really considered if it was an insult or not. “ -- Oh I can dance, mate, and I can kill. Why I betcha’ I could kill ‘ n dance at the same time, HAHA! ” he leans closer.

“ Wanna see? ”

#YOU'LL FETCH A FINE PRICE! / roleplay #how dare u assume he can't dance #what do u think that noodle body is for

pendlespromise

Pendakka “Pendles” Lakonna for Anonymous

#CHIN UP; YOU'RE BEING KILLED BY THE BEST. / pendles #do you ever just love a snake

pendles is a half developed roa, technically an adult, but still in the body of an adolescent via the use of hormone therapy. adult roa are just giant snakes that tend to be real chatty and easy to talk to apparently. but not pendles, he was having so much fun killing people and decimating other cultures for money, that he didn’t want to grow up and lose all his limbs. his right arm is a prosthetic, as he lost that tentacle due to essentially hitting puberty.

#tbt.

VERY PROMISING‌:

AMUSEMENT, COY & LIVELY, dances between his cheeks ! ❛ hm … you’ve my attention. name your rate. ❜

Now THAT was what he liked to hear! Grinning wide, showing rows of pointed teeth, so very eager to seal the deal. “ -- Now firstly, my friend, I gotta know who I’m turinin’ into a pile a’ blood ‘n bones. But FLAT rates range ‘tween 800 and 1000 platinum. ” he leans to one side, his tendril limb curling up loosely. “ That includes specifics-- like how you want ‘em to die, and what kind ‘a message you’re lookin’ to send. ”

#YOU'LL FETCH A FINE PRICE! / roleplay

pendlespromise

Pendles idle animation

#CHIN UP; YOU'RE BEING KILLED BY THE BEST. / pendles #i fucking love him so much

YOU CAN’‌T WEAR BOOTS:

“Aw, look at you go! You’re using poison in an incredibly stupid attempt to–” MAGNUS begins to cough and sputter, his one hand that wasn’t a GUN clawing at the protective glass casing that would have, for the most part, passed as his throat. “WOW! Ack– ok! Cool, this is fine! Not like me being an inorganic, non-breathing MACHINE should make any sort of logical difference in me getting poisoned or not. Really, thank you for this, you unbearably short-sighted asshole creators.”

With a thunderous BOOM does the omega cannon fire into the toxic miasma, accompanied by the resounding crunch of ammo being produced and expended by the gatling guns at his side. Sensors indicated that the roa had cloaked– but fortunately there was the sound of squeaking sneakers to follow to allow for a general idea on where he should be unleashing hell.

STUPID ROBOT! The mechanical body may not of had any organs for the toxins to tear into--- but it could fog it’s vision. The gas creating a film of sorts across that glass case, just thin enough to still allow vision enough to shoot. Shoes aside, it was impossible to tell where exactly he’d pop up next. Dashing with no small amount of grace, in a round about circle to draw fire as his single eye watches for an opening.

Only after being grazed once or twice, does he decide to go for gusto. Tossing another smoke bomb some feet away in hopes it could give him precious seconds. Allowing the Roan to leap and uncloak as he swung from the side with both kamas.

#YOU'LL FETCH A FINE PRICE! / roleplay #the longest hes gone without talking #amazing

MISS:

❛ you have hit quite the goldmine then. orlais is quite the breeding ground for squirming, uptight nobles who know all the right words to whisper in the right ears. ‘twould be wise of you to keep on your … toes, however. they are a paranoid lot. ❜

Tongue flicks, as he looks quite pleased with himself. At least as pleased as one can manage...when one is a large snake. “ --- I knew it! Now if you could jus’ do me a favor then love and tell me what’s what. I’d love to figure it out m’self but your planet is like a real jump back in time to the dark ages. Bound t’get lost, and that wont do at all. ”

#HERE TAKE MY BUSINESS CARD. / asks #hope ur ready to babysit a talking snake morrigan

@diimm / sc

“ You seem like a fella that needs someone or somethin’ killed. Luckily I’m ‘ere to provide just such a service-- and at a reasonable price too! ”

#YOU'LL FETCH A FINE PRICE! / roleplay #pendles: offers dimm....a deal making horror........a deal #seems appropriate

@crowress / sc

“ Oooh you look like a real important character missus-- ya mind tellin’ me where the nearest corrupt official and or governing leader is so I can pay em’ a visit? ”

#YOU'LL FETCH A FINE PRICE! / roleplay

kiethe

#CHIN UP; YOU'RE BEING KILLED BY THE BEST. / pendles #what a good

How do you feel about us LLC scumbags? :D

“ You lot might be scum bags– sum of the worst really. But do you have any idea how much money I’ve made off puttin’ down one fancy aristocrat ‘cause another ain’t feelin’ too good ‘bout their standing? ” he laughs, mouth open wide. “ If I’m bein’ honest– and I most usually am. Who wants to do what doesn’t matter much to me, just so long as I keep gettin’ paid to do what I love best. ”

#HERE TAKE MY BUSINESS CARD. / asks

pendlespromise

Pendakka “Pendles” Lakonna + Taunts

#CHIN UP; YOU'RE BEING KILLED BY THE BEST. / pendles

TIN CAN‌:

@toxikill

“You call THAT murder? Ha! INITIATING SHOWBOATING PROTOCOL– get a steaming load of this carnage, fella.” From his chassis sprouts myriad guns. Plasma casters, sound rifles, rocket launchers, all the most devastating that the LLC had to offer! “Go big or go home, champ!”

“ -- That right eh? ” eye narrowing as the HUNK ‘A JUNK prepared to turn him into swiss cheese. His malformed limb wrapping securely around a hand made bomb attached to his belt, then haphazardly tossing it. The contents not just obscuring vision as he camouflaged, but also dusting he area with a toxic concoction OF HIS OWN MAKING. “ An’ here I thought that’d be the end of the day! Ain’t put down one a your types in a while-- goody! ” words trailing in a low hiss vanishing entirely from view.

#YOU'LL FETCH A FINE PRICE! / roleplay #foolish.

OHHH LOVELY--- JUST AS I WAS GETTIN’ BORED.

Pendles of Battleborn . hired by burd.

#SELF PROMO.#snake man incoming

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