Şｲεㄕん

Plucked straight from the murky depths of Epping Forest—because apparently, the Priest-Kings got a bit bored at 4:55 on a Friday and decided to abduct me. Why? I’ve no clue. Perhaps they were feeling spicy and thought, “Let’s throw a Cockney into the mix and see what happens.”

I’m a Londoner through and through—proper Cockney, mind you—and I don’t pretend to be anything else. That’s how I roll, true to life.

Thankfully, a roving band of outlaws took me under their wing. They taught me the art of survival (and probably how to haggle for a kebab). They reckon I’ll fit right in on Gor. To be fair, a Saturday night on Hackney High Street is probably the only training you’ll ever need for a place like that.

So here I am: London-born, London-bred, and still very much a product of my postcode. If that’s not your type of roleplay, and you can’t roll with me, well…jog on, mate. Ta-ta!

I am a Para rper x2. So may need time to answer you. Dont think i have gone to make tea. I am furiously typing away to give you something in return.