Heckyl: "I'm not a midget. And your 'chance' is a serious crime. I ain't no soldier, but I am morally just, or just really stubborn if you believe my mother. Either way, I think it *is* my business if this so-called 'barbarian' is civilized enough to come into a tavern without slaughtering everyone in a blood-fueled frenzy. So I'll ask again: Is there any particular reason why you're picking on this lady?"
(I'd put an image but I don't have enough points to put in my own oc... :') )
Umbreon: oi, would you kindly mess with people your own size?
(I'm assuming that this is a DnD based Rp, so U is a Rouge/Warlock)
U: oh you will be... *you look into his eyes, and feel a terrible, terrible force behind them, older than time, older than anyone, and certainly far, far stronger than you*