Vauddut the Thoughtless
Violent Times was here! Vauddut was beside himself with joy. He loved a good violent time and any time the words were capitalized, you know it was going to be a bloody great time. The orc laughed to himself. He was clever. Vauddut had no idea why everyone around him called him “the Thoughtless”, he was the most thought
full person he knew. He was so full of thoughts. So full that he often had to share them before his head burst from all the thoughts inside his head. He followed the directions on the flyer he found at the Black Market and immediately decided to take the rest of the day off as a bodyguard. Sure, the merchant he was employed by would likely killed by his rivals, but that was just the free market deciding what was best for itself. Capitalism was a brutal beast, if only there was another system that didn’t glorify the attaining of wealth and the destruction of ethics and morals. He shrugged. He had many thoughts, but economics were a bit beyond him. All the economics he needed was the ability to count the dried, pressed leaves he received as payment for his work and what drink to spend it on down at On the Rocks.
No, he didn’t get lost thank you very much. In fact, he was just finding an alternate route to the Violent Times arena. When he found the building, it was going to be held in he was confused. There was going to be a fight in this tent? What was with the lighting? It was weird and romantic, not at all the kind of lighting you needed for a fight club. That creepy amphitheater with the sand would have been a much better place or that pit in On the Rocks. He made a mental note to tell the host, or hostess, or hostx, they were surely be open to his input right? As long as there was booze though, Vauddut was be happy. Booze and blood were the two best things the started with ‘B’. Well, Vauddut would have to get back to that after a few drinks.
He was handed a form and a piece of charcoal to fill it out. How odd. He squinted. The light in here was too low, it was hard to read. The Thoughtless’s eyesight wasn’t the greatest, that was one of his faults. But those around him learned to live with it. It made it hard to be a bodyguard sometimes, but he’d only had two clients die on him in the last six months so maybe that was becoming less of a problem.
He sat in cushioned seat (a
cushioned seat!!) and filled everything out the best his orcish brain would allow him.
Looking for: someone who really knows how to fight, a challenge, someone who can take a punch and deliver one right back
A bit about me and my interests: I’m Vauddut the
Thoughtless Thoughtfull, I like to fight in
underground fightclubs legit fighting rings and go out drinking with my mates. Sometimes I like to watch the ash clouds from the volcano and see if I can find a shape in it.
My ideal date would be: What? I don’t really like dates, they’re too squishy and sweet. I don’t like sweet things. Why is this being asked on a fighting form?
My ideal gift would be: I love expensive alcohol, and deer antlers, and clay pots, and chrysanthemums