Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-11163511-20160526143511

Tup sat on the ottoman then carried the chain with his little introduction. "Well, I'm Vern Shipley, but please call me Tup. Not to brag but I'm the finest ram ever fed upon hay, at least that's what it's like being the next Derby Ram. I'll die as mutton chop when a butcher cuts me down, only to drown in my blood as it floods the whole town, sweeping away his little assistant as he paddles with a bucket."

For someone with quite a bloody tale, he seemed quite chill, rather because he finds getting to do more helpful task such as go door to door wishing good luck to farmers to only be killed for profit better than the life of ordinary livestock, which he'd still end up as mutton chop anyway. "Next!"

As Icarus stood up from the piano seat, Bane selfishly hogged the space for himself before taking his violin out to tune it, pressing on the keys as he checked the chords. When it was his turn, he immediately took on where the ram left off.

" '''Bane o'Rouge is me name, d'e son of de last Johnny av' The Banks Of Red Roses'...ex." He paused a bit after admitting his realtion to his predessor. '''

"Do or die's de rule whaen it cums ter fallin' in dat bottomless pit they call love. shud oi ever be wedded in secret wi' me dearest, oi shall never recieve 'er daddy's approval an' 'ence, none from me owl lad either for 

'e'd rather me dead an' burried in de clay, sooner than be married ter any runaway," Bane sang a verse of his tale as he played on the piano with his free hand, then continued with his explanation.

'''"Oi 'ill be killed aff at de alter. otherwise, oi risk leadin' 'er ter a cave an' shove dis cutty knife" He pulled out his penknife which was keeping his hair up, twirling it like a baton to intimidate the others. It was long and sharp, with an elaborately carved handle of ivory.  '''

"Up 'er ribcage, 'True so 'tis ter de sayin' "the fastest way ter someone's 'eart is through their stomach", 'only ter be 'aunted by 'er damned sud for de kip av me life. Only a mutual breakup can save me, whaich is nearly impossable ter achieve. NEXT! "

He ended his flowery description with a shout and returned to tuning his fiddle.