[Some set up: Rangur is a 900 year old Viking Kyth (look at the "Character Idea" tab on his page to understand what that means.) Up until 1993 he used to drive preowned or hand-me-down vehicles. He lives in the mountains alone because he harvests *DARK energy* from people, which has enabled him to live for so long. If you have any questions before you decided to RP with Rangur, please feel free to message me or PM Rangur. I am always willing to explain if something isn't clear.]
The large blonde male pasted the living room of his three story cabin in the middle of the mountains, he was getting cabin fever and was looking for a way to relax. Rangur had been stuck inside his own head for the last three months without any sort of company and it had finally taken its toll on him. When the clock on his farthest wall chimed four, he finally walked toward the door and picked up his keys from the table. Once he was outside, the natural light hit his pale blue eyes and he had to cover them. I had forgotten that part. He thought to himself as he went back into his private dwelling and picked the Oakley sunglasses up that had been next to the key bowl.
As he made his way back outside, he placed the sunglasses on his face and smirked. He thought he looked like the bad ass he felt he was; but whether anyone else would feel that way was another story. Locking the door to his cabin made no real sense as he was the only one within five hundred clicks - he had made sure to triple check because of his special outings in the woods around his property. He pushed the remote starter button on the car fob and gave himself in outwardly dorky grin as the black 2014 Lexus F purred to life. Rangur laid his left hand on the car's body and purred along with it as he walked the perimeter of the beast.
"Hello darling." Rangur actually spoke to the car as if it was a real woman, which was how he truly felt about it. The last car that he had brand new had been a black 1972 Dodge Dart Swinger; he had babied the thing and still had it in the custom five car garage that he had built along side the cabin as he had cleared trees from his archery range. The other vehicle that lived in the other building had been a boring green 1993 Ford F150 with a four by four package that he only used in poor weather or whenever he decided to play in the mud with and a generic ATV. The man had begun to love his toys, and recently realized it was high time he played with the money he had been carrying around with him since was a young man.
The large blonde male pasted the living room of his three story cabin in the middle of the mountains, he was getting cabin fever and was looking for a way to relax. Rangur had been stuck inside his own head for the last three months without any sort of company and it had finally taken its toll on him. When the clock on his farthest wall chimed four, he finally walked toward the door and picked up his keys from the table. Once he was outside, the natural light hit his pale blue eyes and he had to cover them. I had forgotten that part. He thought to himself as he went back into his private dwelling and picked the Oakley sunglasses up that had been next to the key bowl.
As he made his way back outside, he placed the sunglasses on his face and smirked. He thought he looked like the bad ass he felt he was; but whether anyone else would feel that way was another story. Locking the door to his cabin made no real sense as he was the only one within five hundred clicks - he had made sure to triple check because of his special outings in the woods around his property. He pushed the remote starter button on the car fob and gave himself in outwardly dorky grin as the black 2014 Lexus F purred to life. Rangur laid his left hand on the car's body and purred along with it as he walked the perimeter of the beast.
"Hello darling." Rangur actually spoke to the car as if it was a real woman, which was how he truly felt about it. The last car that he had brand new had been a black 1972 Dodge Dart Swinger; he had babied the thing and still had it in the custom five car garage that he had built along side the cabin as he had cleared trees from his archery range. The other vehicle that lived in the other building had been a boring green 1993 Ford F150 with a four by four package that he only used in poor weather or whenever he decided to play in the mud with and a generic ATV. The man had begun to love his toys, and recently realized it was high time he played with the money he had been carrying around with him since was a young man.
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