"Fine, fine you can go. Call on someone else when you're done." Hardy sighed in exasperation.

He smiles.
"I'm hunter and I 6 years old ."
He says, While holding out 5 fingers.
He then points at Trent and say "Rapist go".

Gizmo scoffed as Hardy fell backward, not even trying to conceal his laughter.

"Alright, my name is Trent Kareen. I'm 19, and I lived in a tree for 4 years. I'm strong, as you may have seen, and I'm good with things like these l bats and metal poles for fighting. But don't give me a gun, I'll probably end up shooting my foot when aiming at a bird. Old man, go." Trent says, flexing when he mentions how strong he is.

"My full name is Penn Sorce. Honestly, I've lost track of my age," Penn said with a weak but hearty laugh. "I grew up in a regular house with my mother and father. Aah, how.. unique they were. They died many years ago, and, heart stricken, I kept to the house, reading many, many books to fill my time. That is all that you will need to know about one such as I." Penn continued.

"Gizmo, Are you up to going next?" Penn asked.

"Um, sure." Gizmo stood up and ruffled his blue robe. "My name is Gizmo. I was born... um... and well, Hardy came and he.. well.. um... uuhh... I think I used to live.."

Hardy cut him off. "He doesn't remember much before the age of 15. I found him under some rubble in a ruined town. I have no idea how it had been destroyed, but I was able to save a couple people. Nobody remembered this little guy, though." He patted the kid's head as Gizmo tried to push him off.

"Stop, I hate it when you do that.."

"Oh, shush. He's 19 and has no idea how to really act around others. We've lived in isolation for a long time, so he's shy."

"I'm not that shy! Hmph.. I'm really smart, I think. And um.. well.. hmm.. I have my rod..."

"He thinks he's a mage."

"Shut up!! No I don't!!"

"Show us your fireball." Hardy snickered and rubbed Gizmo's head, messing up his hair. The little man wrestled Hardy to the ground and started pummeling him with a nicely adorned, ocean blue stave. Hardy laughed, shaking off the light blows. "You can go now, Prissy. Haha, you gotta do better than that!" He rolled himself and Gizmo into a bush. The shrubbery shook violently as curses and death threats were thrown from it.

Trent scratches his head. "He's 19? He look more like 14 or 15 to me..."

The bush stills. An eerie aura envelopes the campsite. A dark figure appears behind Trent and grabs his legs in the same instant. The last thing seen is the man being dragged feet first into that same bush. His screams are muffled as he is beaten with a blue rod.

...?

Remy stood slightly confused... but decided to pay the event no heed and went on to introduce himself.

"I am Remy, Sinclair.
I am better than you... Perhaps not at the oh so barbaric art of shooting a firearm at ones fellow man. But in general, I am quitecertain that I am superior. I didn't stay as rich as I did for nothing after all, I am intelligent... Calculating... Generally better."

Hardy crawled from the ruined bush. "Heh, well. So you're a priss, right? Oh well, I guess we could use you. So, do you have any close family members, well, had any close family members?"

"Stop calling me that!"
He yelled, fuming.

"Hmph... I indeed did. My mother and father, who else would you expect? Not that it matters to you."

By the way, do the Butler and Maids have names?

OOC: Yes and they are very original, too. The butler is Jeeves and the two maids are Mary and Anita. Haha, you would have never guessed, huh?

"Oh, cool. What are your mom and dad's names? Mine were Todd and Silvia. They used to be so fun.."

Trent slowly walks out of the bush, his hand over his head, covering a lump. "But don't mind me, it was just an opinion." He says sarcastically with a hint of anger.

Indeed.

"It doesn't matter now does it? But if you simply must know..."
"Linda was my mother, and My father..."

By the way, you never did supply a name.