ARCANE MASQUE // we are dirt, we are alone, you know we're far from sober, we are fake, we are afraid, you know it’s far from over

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» The Notice

Images: Guild Wars
Poem: Wikipedia
Layout: Royal Iris D.
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Changin' wheels of fortune
Drivin' us on and on
Winnin', sometimes losin'
As soon as it's here it's gone
I'm so tired of losin'
But I still play the game
And I know there's no reason
Still I go on searchin' just the same

A surprising amount of muscle stretched over this jackrabbit's frame. Well- surprising for a lapine anyways. They weren't particularly well known for their strength. Most of his was in his legs, in very real honesty. Go figure. His hide was a variation of greens, though surprisingly an appaloosa-like patch of it at his rump was slightly more bluish a hue of green. A spattering of spots thereupon were a vibrant yellow. Similarly in the spot where a blaze might naturally occur, that odd spotted blotch appeared again to be framed by colorless eyes. About his neck lay a pouch on a cord, his beloved dice-set held safely within. Where would he be without them? And seeing he'd a full set (1d4, 3d6, 1d8, 2d10, 1d12, 1d20, 1d100) he could hardly just carry the fantastic things about in his maw. Then again, often when at rest the lapine tugged out his most favorite, the golf-ball sized d100. It was as precious to him as Gollum's ring of invisibility had been to the fictional character. Now- the dice bag was far from his only belonging, an unguassable number of trinkets littering his figure. Rings on his toes, the occasional lady's scarf, earrings, and almost anything one could imagine. He had a veritable collection of charms and goodies, all used in bets to win more. He was an exceptional pack-rat.
Hajard travels on a whim where his beloved dice take him, always and always seeking out Euclides and possibly the occasional Amuni or Defore to make bets with to win trinkets to show for his travels. He considers his many possessions to be like badges of honor, as well as bragging rights as it's very possible he's robbed away at some point or another even such things as a bone-type's mask or other signature items. Never does he wear those himself, tucking them instead with his other items or tying them about his own waist.

Name: Hajard
ID: EU154M
Gender: Male
Rank: Script Writer
Breed: Lapine
Type: Fortune
Mutations: None
Accessories: Four leather pouches, Belt, Lady's scarf, Several dice, Four gold rings on his toes, Earrings
Cast: None
From: In progress
Notes: A rather comically jovial Euclides, one might go so far as to think him crazed considering how bold the lapine had become. Good luck tended to do that for fortune types, didn't it? Far too confident for his breed, this jackrabbit of equally bright coloration bounded from one Euclides to another, making little bets and after a roll of the dice more often than not scooping up and claiming whatever little token or item he'd won. In a nutshell, this script-writer was most often the very picture of confidence to the point of foolhardiness, though that could very really change if his luck ever left him. His goal... to win away a puppet master's tophat.

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