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Re: *ELADOR*
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| 18 Sep 2011 08:41 PM |
*IF YOU WERE ALREADY IN THIS RP, JUST EDIT YOUR CS AND REPOST IT*
Elador... A gentle name. An astonishing world. But you must read between the lines. You must notice the obvious threat that hangs over this world. Gods- No, menacing gods. Trolls. Ogres. Shadows. Evil. As appealing as this world may seem, there are several who wished they hadn't been born- not in this world, anyways. Do you think we live in a troubling world? Our world, compared to Elador, is safe and intact.
There are gods in the world of Elador. Like all, there are aggressive, ruthless, and savaging gods. These gods are known as the Shadowed Five, for they have hidden in the shadows for ages. Now they make their stand. When you look at it in another point of view, you may think the 'good' gods are just as menacing. Why? Because they've tortured the Shadowed Five. At this moment in time, you cannot affirm neither of them as 'evil'. This is why most creatures in Elador are tense and wary. A war rages between the two groups of gods- The Shadowed Five, and the Overseers. Every elf in its tribe, human in its village, troll in its horde, dwarf in its mines, fairy in its tree, treant in its forest, and hobbit in its valley has been very silent. Then there are the sorcerers. Apparently, a war exists between them two- The Terriscias and the Harladors. They cannot be classified as good or bad, as well. They've both killed eachother- Once you've killed any other deserving creature in Elador, you are then known for your brutal actions. This is why Elador is slowly dying. Several hundreds of creatures have attempted to put an end to these wars, but they've failed to. They've tried stopping the wars on their own. That was their fatal flaw. They cannot stop them on their own. If they got the gods' attention, perhaps... Perhaps there would be hope. Perhaps, the gods must be dependent on the sorcerers to end their war, vise versa.
Perhaps, there is hope. A small twinge of hope resting on the edge of the reality. Is there a possibility of extending that hope? Is it possible to save Elador from demolition?
[Credit goes to seabass14, BioBot95, ThatOtherGirl2, gavinfirefox, and Sahanke for assisting me in the collab] ___________________________________________________________________________ *Key: {} = sibling* =GODS: OVERSEERS= Seriana - Goddess of Life Mornalk - God of Death Shona - Goddess of the Sun {} Monulo - God of the Moon {} Tetraal - God of Time {} Velnon - Goddess of Knowledge {} Vorex - God of Strength/Battle Prowess {} Alvier - God of Magic {} Delilah - Goddess of Order {} Eladora - God of Seasons {} Xu - God of Dragons {} Chronothea - Goddess of Nature Throkna - God of Machines and Constructs Osemah - God of Deserts Quail - God of Breezes {} Mintri - Goddess of the Treants Kolor - God of Fog
=GODS: SHADOWED FIVE= Hatrek - God of Suffering and Shadows Jolt - Goddess of lightning and Floods Fordox - God of Frigid Cold and Tombs Warzon - God of War and Conquest [King of the Shadowed Five] The Forgotton God - Said to Be the God of Fire, Descruction, and Hatred. Also Known As "The Flame God" or "The Evil Death".
[Credit goes to BioBot95 for the gods]
*YOU MAY NOT BE A GOD* ___________________________________________________________________________
=RULES= No Godmodding No Criticism/Trolling/Flaming Respect Eachother Put 'Elador' Under 'Other' in Your CS The RP Will Pause Whenever I Leave Unless I Say Otherwise Use Grammar Be Descriptive In Your CS Story-Mode RPing Only You May Only Have One Main Character, But You May Have NPC Characters Do Not Control Others' Characters! [This Includes NPCs] PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME IN EVERY POST! PLEASE!!! You Must Be Accepted to Begin Don't Whine/Beg/Complain Please Be Engaged in This RP if You Are Going To Join ___________________________________________________________________________
=CHARACTER SHEET= Name:
A.ge:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance: ['My ROBLOXian' is not acceptable!]
Weapon: [Melee weapons only, despite a bow/crossbow]
Race: [Elf/Fairy/Hobbit/Human/Dwarf/Sorcerer]
Hometown: [Karsane/Cespar/Aislia/Emberlight/Haven/Cydonia/Raven Hollow/Acedia/Etaydor]
Other:
RPing Sample: [You're up against an ogre. Explain the fighting scene.] ___________________________________________________________________________
=THE VILLAGES/MAJOR LOCATIONS= Map of Elador: [You MUST abide by this map.]
http://xxtaiw__olfxx.deviantart.co__m/art/The-Map-_of-Elador-259101672
[Remove all '___' in the link] [I'll accept add-ons, like dwarven mines, lakes, rivers, forests, oceans, caves, etc. These are just the major locations]
Cespar~ Population - 104 [Humans, Sorcerers, Hobbits] Well Known For - Crops, Sorcery, Alchemy, and Farmland
Aislia~ Population - 253 [Ogres, Humans, Hobbits, Fairies/Pixies] Well Known For - Alchemy, Sorcery, and Magic Battles
Karsane~ Population - 1368 [Ogres, Humans, Sorcerers, Dwarves, Hobbits, Elves] Well Known For - Trades, Magic Battles, and Thieves
Emberlight~ Population - 682 [Humans, Sorcerers, Elves, Dwarves] Well Known For - Dragons, Dragon Trainers/Riders, and Lush Forests
Haven~ Population - 327 [Elves] Well Known For - Apples, Herbs, and a Small Lush Forest Concealing It
Acedia~ Population - 163 [Fairies/Pixies] Well Known For - Large Population of Fairies/Pixies, and Unique Herbs
Raven Hollow~ Population - 373 [Elves, Humans, Sorcerers, Ogres] Well Known For - Griffons, Dragons, and Dragon/Griffon Riders/Trainers
Etaydor~ Population - 246 [Elves, Hobbits, Humans, Sorcerers, Ogres] Well Known For - Thieves, Killers, Raids, Rare Fruits
Cydonia~ Population - 576 [Hobbits, Dwarves, Fairies/Pixies, Ogres] Well Known For - Heat, Location, and Lack of Water
Boer Mountains~ Population - 772 [Hobbits, Dwarves, Sorcerers, Humans, Ogres] Well Known For - Dwarven Mines, Hobbit Villages in the Valleys, Constant Blizzards in the Mountains, Cool Weather, Visitors, Constant Sorcerer Battles, Wild Griffons and Dragons, and Variety of Fruits
Genton Forest~ Population - 648 [Fairies/Pixies, Elves, Humans, Sorcerers, Hobbits, Dwarves, Ogres] Well Known For - Treants, Variety of Species, Herbs, Fruits, Lush Forest Areas, Variety of Wild Animals, and Aggressive Ogres and Sorcerers
Osemah's Desert~ Population - 615 [Hobbits, Dwarves, Fairies/Pixies, Ogres, Humans] Well Known For - Deaths, Aggressive Ogres, Thieves, Lack of Water, and Lack of Growth
Tetraal's Woodlands~ Population - Unknown Well Known For - Tetraal's Spell [Time Doesn't Exist In These Woodlands; When One Enters Them, They Will Be Lost In Time Forever] |
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| 18 Sep 2011 08:44 PM |
=CHARACTER SHEET= Name: Holly Solesto
A.ge: 15, Human Years.
Gender: Female
Personality: Holly is quite prince-like, but she's sweet and kind. She apparently has taken an interest to poetry, and will bring a book wherever she goes. Holly has a bad temper and the appetite of a hungry wolf, and does get embarrassed easily.
Appearance: PHYSICAL-Holly has pale skin, and has blonde hair up to her shoulders. She is very neat, so almost everything about her is very...clean. has big brown eyes, thin black eyebrows, and a small mouth and nose on her heart-shaped face. She has those pointy ears of an elf, and stands 4'11" tall.
CLOTHING-Her usual outfit consists a worn-out pullover with black and blue stripes going horizontal, and wears a white tank top under it. She wears black shorts, and wears some black fingerless gloves on her dainty little hands. It is unknown where her large collection of knives is kept, under her sleeves, somewhere.
Weapon: Knives. Oh yes, small, dainty knives that are connected to thin wires.(Don't worry, this shall be explained...>:3)
Race: Elf
Hometown: Haven
Other: Elador
RPing Sample: I run away in the forest, feeling the ogre catching up. I finally skidded to a stop in a circle of trees, as the ogre did too, swinging his axe to cut me up. I jumped up to a tree, and threw one of my dainty knives. It hit his eye. The ogre roared, and swung his axe at the tree I was. Luckily, I was fast, so I was already onto another tree. I threw two of my knives this time, hitting both of his eyes. The ogre blindly swung his axe again. I was in the middle of jumping from tree to tree, and was blown away by the force. Once I was on the ground, three knives were in each of my hands, and I threw them at the ogre's feet. It bought me some time, and I used it to scramble onto my feet and run away.
YES. HAVEN IS WELL KNOWN FOR APPLES. DO YOU LIKE THEM? |
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| 18 Sep 2011 08:44 PM |
Name: Toslar Lephus Correst
A.ge: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Toslar is a rather enthusiastic sorcerer's apprentice. He always seems eager to fight, and practice his magic. He is very fond of his two brothers, and his parents. He is gentle and heartwarming towards those he trusts, but aggressive and deceitful towards those he doesn't. He also puts his trust in the gods. He's only met Shona, while hunting one evening. He had come across Shona, the Sun Goddess, shining rays of sunlight down on a dead deer lying by a pond that had supposedly been attacked by a pack of coyotes.
Appearance: Toslar has long, jet black hair that reaches down to his shoulders. His skin is fairly dark, and his arms and legs are rather hairy. He has a soft shade of blue eyes, and a usual smile on his face. He is very slim, and tall. He wears a loose, light brown shirt and a darker brown leather vest over it. His dark brown pants are made from a thick, warm, and rough fabric. His shoes are made of the same fabric as his pants, but several other layers sewn together to make it more solid, rather than flimsy.
Weapon: A bronze scimitar, and a spear with an arrow on the end.
Race: Sorcerer [Apprentice of Galiron]
Hometown: Cespar
Other: Elador
RPing Sample: [You're up against an ogre. Explain the fighting scene.] Toslar, darting through the trees, skidded to a halt in a small field. An unpleasant presence was nagging him in the back of the mind. Whirling around, he saw a plump- but large -ogre standing nearby, axe in hand. Toslar, unsheathing his scimitar, lunged at the ogre. He lashed out at his legs, successfully grazing them. The ogre, boisterously roaring and fretting, hobbled over to Toslar. Toslar side-stepped effortlessly, and strided behind the ogre, where he then slashed its back with his scimitar. Toslar roughly shoved the ogre to the ground, placed the palm of his hand on its back, and spoke a few words: "A'aticuii Harbelo Ferr'iease". The ogre then shattered into several hundreds of pieces, which had blown away by the wind. Toslar had won this battle.
Bio: [I forgot to mention this is the CS ._.] Toslar grew up as a young hunter, hunting for a cause. His father was very ill, and his mother was distressed; she had to maintain Toslar's younger brothers Pildoor, and Briston. Toslar soon met Galiron by accident, wandering through the woods in search of a deer. Galiron invited him to his cottage, and Toslar accepted. From there, Galiron decided to train Toslar. Galiron told the tales of the gods, and the raging war between the Terriscias and Harladors- Galiron fought with the Terriscias. Toslar, desiring to fight in the war, soon got caught up in other situations. |
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| 18 Sep 2011 08:58 PM |
Name: Lilliana Monroda [Goes by Lily]
A.ge: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Lily is a soft spoken person, and is one of the very few young adult faries in her tribe. She is constantly seen as just a child, and is usually treated as such. She naturally isolates herself from other in her tribe, never quite fitting in with the elderly faries, yet too old for the child faries. She's short tempered, and easily angered. Unlike most of the young adult faries, she doesn't enjoy fluttering around playfully and messing with the humans. Most faries tend to stay in their 2-4 inch height, seeing that it's easier to get around without commotion this way. Lily likes going into her human form often, and walks around. She's loyal to those she cares about, but is not easily attached to people. She can be fairly rude, but almost never realizes it when she is.
Appearance: Lily has a soft skintone, that's very pale. Her hair is bright white and it flows in gentle waves and tangles around her waist. Her bangs are split through the middle and she pulls them back to the back of her head. She has connected them in the back, braiding them into a long, thin braid in the middle. On either side of her head, she has silver berets. Her eyebrows are dark brown that looks almost black. Her eyes are brown as well. They are warm and gentle, a deep caramel chocolate brown. Her eyelashes are short and she wears makeup around her eyes that are only a shade darker than her skintone. Her lips are naturally a light salmon color. However, this is not able to be seen behind her dramatic red lipstick. Her dark eyebrows and blood red lips make her face stand out from her pale complexion. Her ears are pointed and they stick out slightly from under her hair. She wears a strapless dress that is pure white. The dress, in the front, ends about three inches above her knees. In the back, it continues down to her ankles. The dress has lace trim and lacks any design. In the back, it looks as though it laces up, but it really has no functional use to it. It ties in a bow around her lower back. Coming out from her shoulder blades, her wings protrude out. They are a silvery white with a hint of sky blue. They are long and have soft edges. The look similar to butterfly wings, minus the solid color in butterfly wings. Her wings are transparent and have a glittery look to them. Around her neck she has a black, simple ribbon choker. She also has a long pearl necklace that wraps around her neck twice and falls to about her stomach. Around her waist she has a black chain belt. Around her forearms she has two armlets on either arm. The upper armlet is black and the lower is white. On her hands, she has bladed cestus. They are pure white, and are unable to be stained [If that is acceptable.] They buckle around the middle of the back of her hand and at her wrist. On her knuckles, they have points sticking out that are black. The blades that stick out at the fingers are black as well. They go up to the middle of her arm, a few inches away from her wrist. She's used them for a long while, and is as cautious with them as if they were a limb.
Weapon:Bladed Cestus.
Race: Fairy/Pixie
Hometown: A small town called Acedia. Not many venture out to this tiny town, seeing no reason to ever go there. The atmosphere is quite calm, yet the residents have a depressed, sluggish vibe about them all. The name 'Acedia' means "depression without joy", and it is considered a sin too be plunged in melancholy without reason. Many avoid Acedia, even though it appears to be a pleasant little town, because of the residents. They often believe that the residents are cursed under a spell that steals your happiness, although some are very happy and living in the town.
Other: Elador
RPing Sample: I looked up at the ogre, fear casting in my eyes. I fluttered in place as he swung a heavy hand at me. I squealed, zooming up quickly. In times like this, I often forgot what my opposer was like. In this case, it was an ogre. Ogres, although large and menacing, were quite slow. Slow, but persistant. I zoomed up to his head, kicking the side of his temple hard. He merely shooed me away, probably thinking I was a fly. I grimaced, knowing I couldn't hurt him like this. I flew down to the ground, just as his lumbering foot started coming down. The shadow overlapped me, everything going dark. I ran, my wings flapping slowly, too slowly to take me anywhere. His foot crashed down, and my tiny body bounced off the ground from the ground shaking thundering footstep. My wings started flapping furiously and I was suspended into the air. I breathed in deeply, starting to grow in size. Within seconds, I had grown to 5'3, my human height. My wings had shrunk back into my shoulder blades, leaving me to fight on the ground. I looked up at the ogre, swallowing hard. Even though I was taller, I still wasn't tall enough. The ogre was massive in size and towered over me. He swung his club at me, towards my head. I screamed, ducking and running. I ran at his feet, using my right bladed cestus to stab into his foot. I heard him roar above me, a rattling sound that shattered my eardrums. I ripped the blades out from his foot and I shouted, holding my ears as they rang irritably. Blood started oozing out from his foot, but he was far from finished. He used his other leg to try to kick me, but again, I ducked. I scurried past his raised leg, and stopped behind him. He looked around, stomping his feet as he did so, trying to crush me. I bounced with each step, my legs shaky. Seeing me, he swung his fist at me. I jumped out of the way just as his fist collided with the ground. I could feel the ground shaking and trees rustling. The sound of scrambling footsteps scared off the remaining creatures that had been watching. I grabbed onto his thumb, hoisting myself up. With more agility than speed, I made my way up his arm, clinging tightly. He used his other hand to try to slap me away, but I swung and lept to other parts of his arm, and he only managed hitting himself. I was out of breath by the time I reached the shoulder, not quite at my destination. I wheezed, my lungs burning and my throat sore. A shadow fell over me as I watched his hand come down with fingers bent like daggers. I ran to his neck, forcing a my left bladed cestus into his neck, then my right. He roared again in pain, and being so close to his mouth, I nearly passed out from loud, booming sound. Not able to cover my ears now, I climbed up his neck, using the blades to climb myself up. With each stab, he yelled louder. My heart pounded in my head and my temples throbbed. I climbed quickly once I saw his earlobe, and I jumped towards it. I kept my hands outstretched and grabbed it, almost missing. I screamed, dangling by one hand. Hearing my scream, he growled and started shaking his head furiously. I screamed louder, digging into the lobe with my fingers. I managed to get my right hand up to it and hold on. Soon, he gave up and started swiping at his ear. I climbed up off of the lobe and up his ear. When I reached his temple, I shoved the blades on my right hand in. He screamed loudly, and I yanked my hand out as his fist started nearing my body. I looked down, seeing the long drop down. I breathed in deeply, jumping just as his hand collided with my foot. I shrieked in pain, falling to the ground. I transformed back into a fairy in mid-fall, my wings flapping and saving me from smashing into the ground. Pain shot up my leg, but I didn't dare look at my foot. I blinked back hot tears and continued on my way, hearing the ogre groan before his body collapsed to the ground. |
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SkyLight
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| 18 Sep 2011 08:59 PM |
| (Do you want us to add Bios?) |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:05 PM |
Name: Rusty the dwarf
A.ge: 41
Gender: Male
Personality: LOUD. Very loud. Outgoing, if someone hurts one of his friends in any way, its smashing time! :D
Appearance: about 4"0 tall, has a be.e.r gut, Very masculine, pale wrinkley skin, energetic blue eyes. He has orange hair thats bald on top, long in back, and comes down the side into a long, bushy, braided beard. He wears an iron chestpate with spikes on the shoulders and an iron (Sword holder? its like a quiver but you put your sword in it, im sure you know what I mean, but i put my hammer in it >:3) on the back. He wears leather trousers that are held up with suspenders attached to his armor, and big leather boots. He also wears a leather belt with a part on it that his Pickaxe can hang from.
Weapon: His huge iron hammer, and sometimes his pickaxe
Race: Dwarf! :3
Hometown: Karsane
Other: FOR ELADOR!!!!!!! >:D
RPing Sample: "Uhn....I think thats the last of 'em for this part!" I say, pleased with the amount of diamonds I found. All of a sudden I heard stompin'. "What be makin' all that ruckus?" I say in my strong dwarven accent. All of a sudden, from around the corner, comes a huge cave ogre. "Oh, this'll be fun." I say mischieviously. He comes charging at me with his club, and I instinctively pull out my hammer. He swings his club, and right in mid-air I whack it with my hammer, crushing it into splinters. Confused, he looks at his hand where the club used to be. "Your not very bright, are ye?" I said, and then smash his foot with my hammer. His roar was louder than two freight trains colliding, and as he bent down in pain, I whacked the back of his head, his brain splattering on the walls. "Looks like a job well done to me!" I say and push my minecart full of diamonds out of the mine, whistling.
(Sorry if you find lots of spelling errors, I type fast and this is the worst keyboard ever.) |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:06 PM |
(Your choice Sky. :3 ANYWAYS, IF YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN A PART OF THIS RP, YOU'RE AUTOMATICALLY ACCEPTED. :3) |
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SkyLight
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:06 PM |
=CHARACTER SHEET=
Name: "Rain" Felicity Lorraine Lockheart
A.ge: 14
Gender: Female
Personality: Stubborn, carefree, energetic, vigilant, optimistic, and easily angered. She's unable to take most matters seriously, never knows when to stop talking, and is a pretty big troublemaker.
Appearance: She has rich red, straight, slightly messy hair with coppery highlights that flows past her waist. Rain's side swept, slightly messy, "emo-style" bangs cover her right eye, while a few thin strands hang over other parts of her face. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are a light, sea blue shade with splashes of teal and violet. Rain has gained a few, thin scars resulting from her carelessness- one running along her forehead, on her eyelid, and to the edge of her neck (right side), a couple on her left arm, wrists, and below her knees. She is a bit pale and around the average height for her age. Rain also has a bit of an athletic build. She's extremely skinny though, but not so that she's a hallow skeleton.
Apparel- A thin, light, sky blue, tanktop-like shirt that's a bit loose. The collar swoops down, and right below the middle of the collar is small, cut-out piece of cloth shaped like a diamond. Black laces crisscross between it, and there's a ribbon hanging from the bottom of the diamond. The collar is outlined with a short layer of frills. Two, stitched, black "X"'s are at the hem of the shirt. Rain wears a black cami in the inside that crosses, forming a visible "X" between her collarbones. She also wears a black armband with white "X" patterns on them. It's outlined with a light, Alice blue frill.
Rain wears pale gray, ripped, rolled-up denim shorts that reach the middle of her thighs. A layer of chains hang from the clips on the left side of her shorts. She has black, leather, white-laced boots that come up to a few inches below her knees. The boots have two buckles on each of them. Rain has knee-length, gray-and-white striped socks on, but you can hardly seen them from the boots. She wears black, leather fingerless gloves. Thick, metal cuffs are on each of her wrists- both with ancient-looking/nonsense-making symbols carved into it. Two, thin bracelets cling to her wrist- one with a diamond pattern on it, the other with round patterns. Lastly, Rain always has two bandanas tied around the bottom of her thigh.
Weapon: Black Blood- A sword with a black, metal blade. There are three, small words in another language are carved into the metal- "Life, Blood, and Death." The hilt of the blade is white, and there are golden, elegant patterns traced all over the hilt. Two, silent bells are tied at the top of the hilt.
Race: Sorcerer
Hometown: Aislia
Other: Elador
RPing Sample: I stare up at the beast in front of me. It's at least three times my size, three times my strength, and three times my stink (if I have any). I grip Black Blood tightly and charge at it. The ogre glances down and strikes at me. Unfortunately for it, it's extremely slow, and so compared to it, I'm extremely fast. I quickly sidestep and stab it's foot. The ogre howls in pain and flails its arms. I jump back, move forward, jump, and stab again, this time at its face. I almost laugh as the ogre falls to the ground, its blood drenching me.
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:07 PM |
THIS THREAD CAN SUCK MY BIG _____.
I HOPE YOU ALL ROT. |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:11 PM |
| Can we roleplay tomorrow please guys? Its really late where I am |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:11 PM |
(Oh, look. A troll. What are the odds? Reported Dead. (; ) |
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SkyLight
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:12 PM |
(Ditto for me as well. I'm gonna go to sleep.
Nighty night. ^^) |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:13 PM |
| (Night guys, Purrrrrrrr :3) |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:17 PM |
| So now all the RP's are asleep I can trash their thread! MUHAHAHA. |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:18 PM |
O || O || || \/ - - - -
My snake says hi. |
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| 18 Sep 2011 09:23 PM |
| Your snake seems to be a bit off-centered. :T |
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Mtncal95
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| 18 Sep 2011 10:34 PM |
Name:Keyde
A.ge: 20
Gender:m
Personality:Quietly kind and intelligent, but when he's focussed, he becomes impersonal.
Appearance: Keyde has long blond hair that is parted down the centre. A pair of wireframe glasses sits upon his slightly broken nose. he's tall, his thin form wrapped by a dark green shroud. beneath the shroud is a black tunic with leather grieves.
Weapon: Elven Dagger and bow.
Race: Elf
Hometown: Haven Other:ELador?
RPing Sample: The massive creature stares at me for a moment, incredulous of the arrow sticking out of it's chest. It bellows when I let loose another arrow, this time it pierces its knee. The ogre stumbles to the ground as I sprint up to it, drawing my dagger. I leap past the mighty arm of the ogre to deliver the killing blow. as the creature falls, I push my glasses up. |
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| 18 Sep 2011 10:35 PM |
| (I really don't have time for this nonsense, you trolls.) |
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| 19 Sep 2011 06:56 AM |
Name:Erar Falcral
A.ge:45
Gender:Male
Personality:A warm-hearted fellow who stands by his friends. Of course, he is weary of others. Especially those elven pansies.
Appearance:Erar has traditional red dwarven hair. He has nicely maintained braided beard. He has shining blue eyes. He has a pale skin tone from living up north. He stands four feet tall. He is quite muscular. His usual attire is a red button up flannel shirt. He wears a belt containing a flask, and some tough hide pants.
Weapon:A steel pickaxe.
Race:Dwarf
Hometown:Karsane?
Other:ELADOOOR!
RPing Sample:Boom. Boom. Boom. Erar looked up, and caught sight of a towering ogre. It reached for his head. Erar swung his pickaxe, and the point tore through the ogre's hand. It roared, enraged. It swung it's massive arm, hurling Erar's pickaxe high into the sky. It did a few flips, before coming back to earth. Erar dashed towards it, tearing it out of the ground, narrowly avoiding another swing from the ogre. It roared again, and drew out it's club. Erar ran towards the ogre, and embedded his pickaxe in it's leg over an over again, until it collapsed on to one knee. He was hit in the arm by the ogre's club, knocking him over. The force had broken his arm, but the ogre had to die. Lifting his pickaxe with one arm, he charged towards the ogre, and made a deep gash in it's chest. By now it was in agony and furious. The club came flying again, hitting Erar in the stomach. He was knocked to the ground, and vomited. He stayed in that position for a while, until pushing himself up and going at the ogre again. The pickaxe tore through the ogre's leg, leaving it useless. Erar hacked at the other one, before running from the club again. The ogre was on it's knees. The pickaxe struck, and the ogre was lying on it's face. The pickaxe came down, and the ogre was dead. |
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| 19 Sep 2011 02:21 PM |
Name: Derrick Mara
A.ge: 23
Gender: M
Personality: Fairly quiet and shadowed. Prefers to keep to himself. Barely says anything unless it's absolutely necessary. Fairly distant. Mind wanders easily. IS usually short tempered with everyone. Extremely loyal.
Appearance: Nothing particularly special. Always wheres a huge black-purple scarf around his neck, covering his mouth and nose. It's tied in the back and 2 ends hang down almost to the ground. Their very wide and can be mistaken for a cape in the dark. Purple-black hair cropped short. He wears several metal, needle-like claws tipped with dripping green-purple poison on his left hand. A ring with a blood-red ruby adorns his right ring finger. No one's 100% sure, but shadows seem to shrink back whenever he's near, as though in fear. His eye's are pitch black, the pupil indestinguishable from the iris.
Weapon: His left hand always has several metal, needle-like claws dripping with poison connected to the wrist. He carries a massive, manacing scythe in his right hand. He calls it Theta. The handle is blacker than night, with a needle tipped with poison protruding from the base, so thin you can barely see it. The staff's about 7 ft. long, and the blade is about 3 ft. long. The metal's bright silver, with a greenish-purplish tint to it. He never poison's his scythe's blade, and some say the metal's enchanted to be so sharp it could cut through butter.
Race: Human... though some beleive otherwise.
Hometown: ?
Other: He never uses any form of magic. Prefers to finish fights quickly and efficiantly, without lingering for long. He's extremely driven and ambitious. No one truly knows his motives or goals. He seems to be very submissive, obeying orders quickly and to a T, though he ONLY accepts commands from the absolut leader, no one else.
RPing Sample: (I'm not using an ogre because compared to Derrick, it's wimpy)
He can see his own breath in this room. It figures this creature would choose a tomb for its lair. His scythe gleams in the half-light of the frigid corridor as he steps into a large circular room. It appears empty, so he stands his guard, waiting for the right moment. An eye moves down to face him, bigger that his entire body. A growling encompases the whole room, shaking the whole tomb. It backs up and faces his snout toward Derrick, it's mouth open and icy widn already pouring. He act's quickly, jumping out of the way and into the air, landing on top of its head. He runs down the width of the creatue, dragging the scythe, blade down, behind him. A deep gash is cut into the creature's hide. He jumps off the creatures back, only to be met with a massive claw attempting to swat him out of the air. It hits him square in the haed, and he's knocked to the floor. A quick flip and twirl and he lands on his feet, jumping once again, this time toward the creatures eyes. It's surprised by his recovery time, and he lands his clas directly nto the creature's eye. He scratches for a moment before landing on the ground. It isn't long before the entire bosy of the creature is writhing in pain as the poison creeps through its veins, slowly and painfully. It finally collapses on the floor, rigid.
He's depressed with how easy it was. Brollthorzza, the infamous Ice Dragon of northern Frosza, was supposed to be powerful. He leaves the tomb without further delay, continuing his search for an enemy. When he reaches the surface he stares to the sky, to the gods. "You will be mine." He says to the Shadowed 5. He continues on his way, ever searching, ever waiting.
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| 19 Sep 2011 02:23 PM |
| (Again, weapon edit: cut through Diamond like butter.) |
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| 19 Sep 2011 02:44 PM |
=CHARACTER SHEET= Name: Xandor
A.ge: 15
Gender: M
Personality: I don't trust anyone easily, especially humans. Once I get to trust somebody I am very kind. I am very skilled with a sword and dagger.
Appearance: Shoulder length silver hair. I wear worn leather armor and I have pale skin, one blue eye and one green eye, and my face is always serious unless I’m with friends.
Weapon: The Green Blade.
Race: Elf
Hometown: Karsane
Other: Elador RPing Sample: I drew my blade and ran towards the ogres legs. I slash at his legs until he tries to swat me away. When he attempts to hit me, I climb up his arm and jump onto his head. I stab my blade into the ogres eye and turn it to the right. Then I take my blade from his eye and jump off. The ogre falls to the ground.
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| 19 Sep 2011 02:51 PM |
| (AreBot, are Characters are alike, Shall we be brothers?) |
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