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Created by River Song
06/23/17
Atticus Hammond 11/02/17 "Everywhere I turn, I see Solomon King. It's like someone stepped into my dreams!"
Atticus Hammond 09/25/17 Solomon
Mackenzie told me you can knock over a tree with a smolder. Is this true? Teach me.
Ella Donovan 09/22/17 New contact added: Solomon
~Ella stares idly at the message screen. She hadn't actually expected Quinn to just hand over this guy's phone number. But she did promise her Lufcuh she would get to the bottom of this. After a few vulgar attempts at wording, she settles on being blunt.~

Solomon
Hi. Are you 👫 Or are you 👬? Asking for a friend.
Quinn Abernathy 09/17/17 Solbear
I still don't understand how you haven't found someone. You're a catch, Solbear. We need to get you out.
She sounds important. I can't wait to meet her. What's her name?
Quinn Abernathy 09/17/17 Solbear
You'll see. I might be bananas, but I'm bananas for him.
You do? Who is it? Are you seeing someone? Why didn't you say something? Tell me everything!
Quinn Abernathy 09/17/17 Solbear
He's great, Solbear. Really great. I don't deserve him.
I miss you. I hope you do, too. I need a bear hug.
How have you been?
Quinn Abernathy 09/17/17 Solbear
I won't tell. I promise. I do too.
I'm pretty sure Gideon is mine.
Quinn Abernathy 09/17/17 Solbear
Do you believe in soul mates?
Mackenzie 08/17/17 Mackenzie heard it, and instantly she was on her feet, perched atop the stairs. Solomon was mad. She'd really thought the gentle giant would be less irritated by something so small. Still, she can't help the snort of amusement that comes forward as she envisions the scene below.

Slowly, she makes her way to the bottom of the stairs, padding across the room to grab a towel before approaching the two men. "C'mon, Sol. It's just simple syrup and food dye."
Atticus Hammond 08/17/17

"Hey now, big guy. No need to get angry. It's only Beard Deet. Mackenzie said it'd make you more susceptible to her womanly charms." He's definitely sweating. Maybe crying? Whatever. He'll always be less manly than Solomon King. This man is a MAN. "I'll give you the scooter Camille bought me if you put me down?"
Mackenzie 08/17/17 Mackenzie is sitting at the top of the stairs in total silence, listening to everything. After a short text exchange with Atticus, she waits patiently, a wicked grin on her face. So long as her Daniel follows her directions precisely, this is going to go smashingly.
Atticus Hammond 08/17/17 Atticus comes running up out of nowhere, spray bottle in hand. "I'm soooo sorry about this. Mackenzie said I had to." And then, like a western outlaw, he spins and brandishes the bottle. He even makes little sound effects as he shoots at Solomon's beard.
Atticus Hammond 08/16/17

Atticus's inner-child squeals. A man-date, with the manliest man of them all. That's a goddamn win. "Alright, alright. Fine. We'll table the Mackenzie love for one more night." He pulls off his glasses stepping around to pop a squat beside the man, the myth, the legend himself. "Is this a bro-date? Netflix and man-chill?"
Atticus Hammond 08/16/17

"I can't marry her. She's my Mr. Miyagi. I'm her Daniel. Plus, I'm already married. You might know her? Camille Rameau. Because I'm not afraid of commitment, Princess." He slides the aviators down the bridge of his nose, delivering a pointed stair in Solomon's direction.

Read: You're goddamn right she would, fam.
Atticus Hammond 08/16/17
"I'll tell you who the fvck I am, man." He sticks on a pair of tinted aviators. Intimidation factor, son. And did he shade in his stubble? Probably. "I'm Atticus, motherfvcking Hammond, and I'm here to serve up some goddamn knowledge on your manly ass." So far, so good. Just don't look into his soulful eyes, Atticus. Keep your cool, man. C'mon. "Mackenzie is a fvcking catch, alright? So go get a ring, and get down on one of your meaty ass knees, and propose to her. Right now!"
Quinn Abernathy 08/16/17 SolBear
So it's settled. I have a sofabed. You can have my room. I'll make sure to have a bottle of Wild Turkey. That's your favorite, I remember. Gideon is here, too. Wait until you see what we built!
Quinn Abernathy 08/16/17 SolBear
Yes! Come visit! There's a lot for us to catch up on. I want to hear all about what you've been up to. Cheeto does, too. He looks like baby Noodle, too.
Quinn Abernathy 08/16/17 SolBear
Will you ever visit New Orleans?
You should really meet Cheeto.
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Atticus Hammond 08/16/17 "Hey, you. Beard. Why isn't my Mackenzie good enough for you? Are you gay? Do you think she's gay? Because she's not! She's single and ready to ChristianMingle you into a loving and committed relationship. So what is it, huh? Are you impotent? Are you married? What is it, man?!"
Camille Hammond 08/16/17 -sails by and assaults with a nerfgun-
Mackenzie 08/12/17 Captain Beardface
We need to call an exterminator. I just found another spider upstairs. You'd think they'd be scared of this place. Have they not seen the curtains?
Quinn Abernathy 07/25/17 Solbear
The paper said so!
Quinn Abernathy 07/23/17 Solbear
I heard you have a little brother!
When can I meet him? Is he nice? Does he like moonshine?
Mackenzie 07/18/17 Nodding as he fills her in, she raises her eyebrows, impressed at the progress. Mackenzie snatches up a pillow and hugs it to her body as she sits, tucking a single leg beneath her. "To be fair, you run hot." It's strange to see him like this, but this misfortune has given her a glimpse at the man he was before his entire life changed. He's a damned good man, and she knows she made the right decision.

"Now all we have to do is get that beard trimmed," she teases. Maybe it is a little more than just a tease, but she'd never actually ask him to change a thing. "I'm not going anywhere for at least a week. I'll take night duty. You get some sleep. You've been drinking too much coffee."
Mackenzie 07/16/17 Kenz steps into the cabin after her trip into the city, still reeling but immediately putting on a good face. It's late for her to come in, but to the rest of the world it is time to rise and shine as the sun has already started to rise over the trees. She peels the hooded sweatshirt off over her head, hanging it on the coat rack by the door before stepping inside. She can hear Lucy upstairs, her breath steady as she sleeps.

Eyes landing on her favorite early riser, she gives him a tired smile and takes a seat next to him on the couch. It was worth it, she tells herself. Everything is worth it. "Sorry I'm late. She sleep through the night?"
Mackenzie 06/20/17 Man Bear
SOLOMON. OMG.
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Mackenzie 06/20/17 Man Bear
Sol, tell me this was Halloween in the 90s.
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Mackenzie 06/20/17 Man Bear
I am f-cking with the new girl.
It's fun. Call me Drill Sargent.
Mackenzie 06/04/17 "Jesus f-cking Christ, we'll be here for eternity..." Mackenzie mutters, that sheepish smile turning into a playful smirk as she makes her comeback on his traditionalist ways. But the question that comes next, that is the real path to drive it all home. She reaches forward, laying the most awkward play-punch to his chest ever. "Well, sexiest man, it's obvious, isn't it? I may be the most eligible hand for f-cking marriage, but I can't be your true match if I'm not f-cking sexy. Clearly, that's why I'm still single right now. I'm not sexy enough."
Mackenzie 06/02/17 She'd done it. Mackenzie had achieved the goal. Now, she has to square up. Icy eyes shift left and then right, and she walks back into the cabin with her phone in hand. "Sol.." she clears her throat, looking up at him as she approaches like some sort of guilty child caught red-handed with her hand in the cookie jar.

"So... you got the beard, and the pornstache, and uh... well, you're the sexiest man in the Realm. But there is something I should probably tell you." Swallowing, she fidgets, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and back again as she plants her feet firmly to the ground. Time to be honest. Her tongue flicks out over her bottom lip before she presses them together. "I mean, you really are the sexiest man. I completely admit to that. But you're also the nicest person, and my best friend, and we have been through so much."

She's stalling. He'd be able to tell. Clearing her throat, she resigns herself to just blurt it out as she pushes her phone into his large hands. "We won best couple and I might have bribed Solitude to vote for us with the promise that I would propose publicly to you. And it happened. So willyoumarryme. Please."

Guilty as ever, she bites her lip. "...Please don't be too mad."
Mackenzie 05/29/17 Solomon
You got it. See you shortly.
Mackenzie 05/29/17 Solomon
What do you mean, where is everyone? Sol, the Den is inactive. Where have you been? I'll be there soon. Are you at your cabin?
Mackenzie 05/29/17 Mackenzie was trolling, looking for a meal. She has time to be picky now that there is no one to keep her preoccupied. Her phone chimes, and she takes her time pulling it from her purse. She glances at the message. Twice. A third time, for good measure. Surely she's reading the name wrong. I need your help. Instantly, her muscles tense and her heart twists with anxiety. Something is wrong.

Solomon
Where are you?
Quinn Abernathy 05/03/17 Solbear
omg yes. We can go bar hopping in the city together. That sounds fun. Or maybe we can just get some dinner? Or laser tag! Oh! Paintball!
Jameson Orlav 05/03/17
Quinn Abernathy 05/03/17 Solbear
Hey Sol. I wanted to give you a heads up that I am leaving the Den. I'm not going far away. Well, maybe. I might travel a little. But New York is still my home, and you are still my best friend. It's just too quiet here, you know? I miss you, Solbear! *emoji hearts x 3*
Mackenzie 03/17/17 Solomon
You never f-cking answer me. Happy Saint Patrick's day.
W_Kat 03/03/17 Congrats on PotD!
Mackenzie 02/25/17 It's a little bit funny, the way Mackenzie acts these days. Holed up in London once more, she finds her nights preoccupied with blood, laughter, and a daring smirk that greets her at every turn. Once described as an apex predator, she is now embracing this in a much more healthy way. Yet when she sees the behemoth, a little bit of her old self breaks through. Just enough. Juuust a little...

She puts her foot out to trip him, walking by, and instead is greeted with an arm that is stuck up and strikes her across the chest. Firm, sturdy, like iron. It knocks her back, sending her reeling out of shock before ultimately catching her balance at a terrible cost.

Her bag spilled out.

Her phone. Her wallet. Loose change. A red bra (don't f-cking ask). A well-loved deck of cards. A notebook, and pen. A gun, locked, loaded, and previously secured. A knife. Maybe two. A set of silverware, still wrapped in the cloth napkin of the restaurant she'd stolen it from out of boredom. A book. A giant book. Not just any, but Bad Kitty's Tome of Knowledge.

Before she can gather back up into her arms, it is grabbed by a stranger, and she is forced to watch as they run away.

A pair of irritated blue eyes sets upon Solomon King, and Mackenzie lets out a frustrated grunt. "Seriously?!"
Quinn Abernathy 02/10/17 The moment he opened the door, Quinn gives him the biggest smile she can muster. She isn't much of a coffee drinker, but the aroma is enough to bring her out of her foggy state. Chocolate eyes sharpen, her smile widens, and without a second thought she leans up to give the bear of a man a kiss upon his cheek before taking a step back to give him his space once more.

"It was fun. I stayed in a little village an hour outside of Cancun. But when I heard that the Doe's were coming back, I knew it was time. And, I missed you. And our cabins. And home. And the moonshine," the last bit comes out through a giggle. "How are you? What have you been doing?"
Quinn Abernathy 02/04/17 Quinn stumbles, tottles, drags her feet from her cabin out into the sunshine of a chilly new day in New York. She'd taken an overnight from Cancun, and by God, she wanted desperately to find out if it was true. So, what does she do? She knocks on a door. "Sol! Sol! Is it true? Are they back?"

A big yawn echoes her tired yet excited questions from the other side of his cabin door.
Camille Hammond 01/30/17 KingKong
Ay'. I'm not sure when, but I'm sure that somewhere and somehow, you've come to owe me a drink or something. Soon, yes?
Caitlyn Darrow 01/29/17 Caitlyn brightened at least thankful she wasn't trying to march herself & the stroller to a random strange tall man. "I'm doing quite alright. How are you?" She inquired and murmured an apology to people who shoulder checked her as they walked by her. Some halted their movement and asked if she were Emma Stone, which Caitlyn quickly dismissed.

Why did people think that? They looked nothing alike! His boisterous laughter caused her to giggle along. "I'm sorry. I don't really know what I was thinking." She beamed happily, and lifted her brows to gaze down at the stroller. Delicately she pushed back the hood of the stroller so the baby's blue eyes could land on Solomon. "This is my son, Rigsby. Don't get too close." The chirruping laugh had a nervous spin to it, and she started to idly chew her inner cheek. "He sometimes gets sick being in the stroller. Only Sometimes." Yes. Don't have to mention the name of his last puking bag. Gray Taylor.

Rigsby immediately became awestruck and made tiny grabby hands towards Solomon. Stretching himself up just slightly, his mouth agape in utter shock. Caitlyn blinked, "Rigbsy don't gawk. That's not nice. Ohhh." Caitlyn wagged a finger towards Solomon thoughtfully. "I think it's your beard." Guilt washed over her easily readable face, as she grabbed one of the two cups of orange juice from the back of the stroller. "Orange Juice?" She extended an arm out towards Solomon, and discloses soon after. "I drank out of both cups, but I don't have cooties." Another gleeful roar of laughter erupted making it hard to tell if she was actually serious, but she was.

Meanwhile, Rigbsy looks on exactly like so ignoring his mother's pleading:

Camille Hammond 01/28/17 -suspicious glare-
It's winter!
-prances in a circle around, searching for the broom-
Caitlyn Darrow 01/28/17 Caitlyn had a knack for being odd. That was a mild way to define the orange junkie redhead. The stroller being pushed with her humming happily down the street. The back of the stroller holding two cups of orange juice, for her and well.. her. The redhead's interest had been perked. Eyelids hood over her blue-green irises in a focused narrow.

She wasn't a stalker persay, but scents she didn't forget. "Solomon! Solomon! Is that you?" Alright. Caitlyn. Be Normal. Be Calm. Maybe he'll stop and strike up a casual conversation?

Instead she blurted out. "Solomon! Is your last name Kong?" She paused with the stroller and blinked innocently. An eyebrow arches questionably at her own actions. She repeated the name in a bewildered whisper. "Solomon King Kong?"
Camille Hammond 01/27/17 -looks around-
-feels overwhelming sense of empty-

Sol... wtfisthisish?
Camille Hammond 01/25/17 -wide eyes-
Oh. My.br> -whispers-
It's a holy beard.
Camille Hammond 01/25/17 -silencio-
Ehhhh...
-generalize motion in facial direction-
It's a beautiful beard, but you have heard of upkeep, yes?
Camille Hammond 01/25/17 -whips around-
-startled-
-screams-
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