[OOC NOTES: Current Player of Marina sleepyone. Sherwood is a sketchy necromancer and charming supervillain. He is also cis male, age 65, and here for various degrees of problematic age gaps, though keep it 18+ unless discussed direct with me or we're already tagging via Marina. OTA sex and gender preference, he's also open to xeno/non-humans of any variety!]
i. Damnit, Steve.
My, my... what bother. [A calm and all together polite response to being swept away to another world. Sherwood awakes in an unfamiliar bathtub or shower floor. He feels at his naked midsection a moment, checking to make sure his organs are all there. Without any of those missing, he wonders what the reason for all this is. While he's unphased by his own sudden nudity, Sherwood gives a beleaguered sigh at his bare hands. No gloves... how crude.
He has a gentlemanly tone to call out from where he's sat, curious if there is anybody beyond the bathroom door,]
Anybody there? I do apologies for trespassing while indecent. [Are there towels nearby? He'll hoist himself up with a tired grunt and sore groan... Sherwood's instinct is to grab something to cover his hands first and foremost.]
ii. Hanahaki Curiosity
[Sherwood has always been a jack-of-all-trades sort of man, he could bluff his way through just about anything. Playing at doctor is something he'd done often enough back home that he was well enough equipped for this scenario.
Healing magic is at his disposal, he just doesn't specialize in it. He did better with the part after the body was cold. Standing before someone hacking up flowers, he does the very helpful gesture of offering them a small trashbin to do that into. Sherwood spares a comforting, understanding tone,]
I've known a few Druids who caught this fever, [he presumes it is the same one, hacking up flowers is a fairly novel ailment. A gloved finger tips his glasses further up his nose,] a symptom of reckless promiscuity, I always suggested. Not that I am judging you.
[he might be judging,]
iii. Doctor's Orders
Now, now, I've been told to not let those afflicted go free. [Sherwood is halting someone attempting to stagger their way out of the clinic. He's rail thin, but lean with muscle. Certainly more fit than his age would suggest. He scarcely fills a doorway wide, but he is tall at around 6'2". A cloth gloved hand reaches to the patient to give them a firm grip on the shoulder. Not forceful, he leans in with a conspiratorial edge to his voice,]
Is there a good reason you wish to leave? Perhaps we can make a deal of it, just between us.
iv. Wildcard!
[If you'd like a special prompt with him or mix-match elements of the above, please reach out via PM! Any other concerns or questions could be directed towards me that way. I'm danceintoastuggle as well!
Sherwood | Original Character
i. Damnit, Steve.
My, my... what bother. [A calm and all together polite response to being swept away to another world. Sherwood awakes in an unfamiliar bathtub or shower floor. He feels at his naked midsection a moment, checking to make sure his organs are all there. Without any of those missing, he wonders what the reason for all this is. While he's unphased by his own sudden nudity, Sherwood gives a beleaguered sigh at his bare hands. No gloves... how crude.
He has a gentlemanly tone to call out from where he's sat, curious if there is anybody beyond the bathroom door,]
Anybody there? I do apologies for trespassing while indecent. [Are there towels nearby? He'll hoist himself up with a tired grunt and sore groan... Sherwood's instinct is to grab something to cover his hands first and foremost.]
ii. Hanahaki Curiosity
[Sherwood has always been a jack-of-all-trades sort of man, he could bluff his way through just about anything. Playing at doctor is something he'd done often enough back home that he was well enough equipped for this scenario.
Healing magic is at his disposal, he just doesn't specialize in it. He did better with the part after the body was cold. Standing before someone hacking up flowers, he does the very helpful gesture of offering them a small trashbin to do that into. Sherwood spares a comforting, understanding tone,]
I've known a few Druids who caught this fever, [he presumes it is the same one, hacking up flowers is a fairly novel ailment. A gloved finger tips his glasses further up his nose,] a symptom of reckless promiscuity, I always suggested. Not that I am judging you.
[he might be judging,]
iii. Doctor's Orders
Now, now, I've been told to not let those afflicted go free. [Sherwood is halting someone attempting to stagger their way out of the clinic. He's rail thin, but lean with muscle. Certainly more fit than his age would suggest. He scarcely fills a doorway wide, but he is tall at around 6'2". A cloth gloved hand reaches to the patient to give them a firm grip on the shoulder. Not forceful, he leans in with a conspiratorial edge to his voice,]
Is there a good reason you wish to leave? Perhaps we can make a deal of it, just between us.
iv. Wildcard!
[If you'd like a special prompt with him or mix-match elements of the above, please reach out via PM! Any other concerns or questions could be directed towards me that way. I'm