1. Tournament Bouts (Custom Prompts) ((Walter will be participating in the Close-Quarters Melee, Long-Range Firing Competition, Alchemy & Kinetic Animated Battles, and the Magical Melee. While the animated battles aren't suitable for one-on-one prompts, anything else goes for a fight! Those with prior positive CR with him will receive advice in direct confrontations with him. He may do so with others depending on how much he takes a liking to them during the bout.
If you would like a custom prompt, please indicate the match your character will be competing against him in! Or just leap in with a starter of your own!))
2. Lunch The lunchtime eating competition is the single tournament event for which he qualifies that Walter has not signed up for. Regardless of the prize or the promise of eating to one's absolute fill, something about the wastefulness of it rubs him the wrong way, he having been born on the cusp of a global economic slump with his country already firmly suffering from the after-effects of the First World War.
The situation had not improved with the advent of the second. The world again at war, even what could be afforded was rationed.
As they begin their match of excessive gorging, Walter turns away from the sight, opting instead to peruse the selection offered by the food stands, eventually settling on simple fare which he brings to the royal tea garden to consume in relative peace.
He doesn't try the teas yet; he is tired enough as is, having been up all night practicing his magic and training his body. Yet, he glances at them repeatedly as he eats, a hint of wistfulness in his gaze.
"…I'll have to come back and try them later," he sighs, before raising a hand to stifle a yawn.
3. Post Magical Melee (Closed to Chang Geng) By virtue of prolonged tournament bouts and his lack of rest, Walter's fatigue has progressed to full-blown exhaustion. It's tempting to simply go back to his quarters to sleep, but he wants to see his friend one last time before doing so. Thus, Walter sticks around, one hand clasped over a singed sleeve as he walks around, searching the crowd. At some point, he hears a loud pop off to his right, someone's balloon exploding into a profusion of glitter that drifts down, coating himself and several other people in a fine, sparkling mess.
It really stands out on his waistcoat, and even more so on his hair, flecks of brilliant purple shining on pure obsidian. He clasps his hand even tighter against his arm, hoping to keep the glitter out of the burn wound as he presses through. The place suddenly smells like tea, filling him with longing. He could use a proper cup.
When he at last spots his friend, Walter immediately makes his way towards him, glad to leave the crowd behind. "There you are." He smiles. Even though it is a little disappointing he didn't come out the ultimate victor in any of the series of matches, his heart feels lighter on finding enjoyable company. "I'm done for today. May I trouble you one last time?"
Walter C. Dornez | Hellsing: The Dawn
((Walter will be participating in the Close-Quarters Melee, Long-Range Firing Competition, Alchemy & Kinetic Animated Battles, and the Magical Melee. While the animated battles aren't suitable for one-on-one prompts, anything else goes for a fight! Those with prior positive CR with him will receive advice in direct confrontations with him. He may do so with others depending on how much he takes a liking to them during the bout.
If you would like a custom prompt, please indicate the match your character will be competing against him in! Or just leap in with a starter of your own!))
2. Lunch
The lunchtime eating competition is the single tournament event for which he qualifies that Walter has not signed up for. Regardless of the prize or the promise of eating to one's absolute fill, something about the wastefulness of it rubs him the wrong way, he having been born on the cusp of a global economic slump with his country already firmly suffering from the after-effects of the First World War.
The situation had not improved with the advent of the second. The world again at war, even what could be afforded was rationed.
As they begin their match of excessive gorging, Walter turns away from the sight, opting instead to peruse the selection offered by the food stands, eventually settling on simple fare which he brings to the royal tea garden to consume in relative peace.
He doesn't try the teas yet; he is tired enough as is, having been up all night practicing his magic and training his body. Yet, he glances at them repeatedly as he eats, a hint of wistfulness in his gaze.
"…I'll have to come back and try them later," he sighs, before raising a hand to stifle a yawn.
3. Post Magical Melee (Closed to Chang Geng)
By virtue of prolonged tournament bouts and his lack of rest, Walter's fatigue has progressed to full-blown exhaustion. It's tempting to simply go back to his quarters to sleep, but he wants to see his friend one last time before doing so. Thus, Walter sticks around, one hand clasped over a singed sleeve as he walks around, searching the crowd. At some point, he hears a loud pop off to his right, someone's balloon exploding into a profusion of glitter that drifts down, coating himself and several other people in a fine, sparkling mess.
It really stands out on his waistcoat, and even more so on his hair, flecks of brilliant purple shining on pure obsidian. He clasps his hand even tighter against his arm, hoping to keep the glitter out of the burn wound as he presses through. The place suddenly smells like tea, filling him with longing. He could use a proper cup.
When he at last spots his friend, Walter immediately makes his way towards him, glad to leave the crowd behind. "There you are." He smiles. Even though it is a little disappointing he didn't come out the ultimate victor in any of the series of matches, his heart feels lighter on finding enjoyable company. "I'm done for today. May I trouble you one last time?"