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| 07 May 2013 11:44 AM |
He sat down on the dock, pulling out a fishing pole and casting out. The sun was glistening brightly at 11 AM, the sound of the seagulls flying in the distance. The mist from the teal water swayed in the air, the waves crashing against the poles that kept the very dock up. His white hair slowly flowed back from the bay air. The clouds were fluffy and huge. The market was bustling behind him. He laid back, and waited on a fish to come by his hook. (I'll make a cs in a sec, that's just how I expect posts to seem like. Full, and not this *Grabs yer butt.* "heeheeeeeee" <- no one likes that. ok. --CS's woo--
Name : @G# : Gender : Appearance : ( you can use a pic. i dont care. ) Personality : ( Opt. ) Bio : ( Opt. ) Species/Race : ( I don't really mind if you want to be an elf / furry / demon, whatever be what you want. freeworld rp's are fun. ) Social Class : ( Upper is aristocrats, kings and queens, famous people, warriors, mages, etc. The middle class is basically merchants, and normal townsfolk, the lower class is full of theives, and servants. )
The town is called Seafarring. It is one of the largest markets in the new world, many creatures from all around the nations visit here for the culture, the fresh seafood, and beautiful landscape. It is currently controlled by the United Critillian Nations. Which consists of mostly elves, and humans. Although, since the Critillian is a more peaceful nation, all are allowed to come. The town has a large Cape-townish feel, although keeping a large modern touch. (The architecure if you still don't understand it kind of looks like this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mp9ENiXOQg start at 9:58, feel free to mute it. But, just play around random parts of the video to see what it looks like.) The Huge Nations
-Demonica Well, like the name. It's full of demons, and reptillian humanoids. AND NO DEMONS AREN'T DARK AND EVIL THINGS. THEY'RE JUST LIKE HUMANS YET STRONGER WITH PALE SKIN. just wanted to clear that up. The Demonica controls a large amount of islands, and is not very liked due to the fact most of the people in this Group are stereotyped as rich snobs. -NeaR Full of the robotic, smarter races. Consists of Dwarven creatures, and robots. They run the Sky-Islands and have been rumored to attack small tribes around the world. -New World Society The largest of the groups. It consists of every race, and is basically the Over-Power of the world. It has strong alliance with the United Critillian Nations, and kind of bottle feeds them. -United Critillian Nations Main creatures consist of Humans, and Elves. This is the most civilized of the nations. They have many towns around in Grassland/Beach areas. This is also where the roleplay takes place. So. Yeah. They gladly welcome most races, and are overall a kind nation.
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| 07 May 2013 12:25 PM |
Name : Carson Immersioni @G# : 15 Gender : M Appearance : okay i'm bad at describing characters so i have imvu on this computer when i used to be weird like that, so i used that and OH MY GOD YOU CAN'T MAKE A DECENT LOOKING PERSON ON THERE. IT'S JUST YOU EITHER LOOK UGLY, OR FREAKING TEN/TEN ATTRACTIVE. SO HERE. http://i .im gur .c om/OgbMK MH.png around 6'1''. eee Personality : He prefers to keep to himself, but is very kind and open to others. He has a large fear of bugs, and spiders. Bio : ( Opt. ) Species/Race : Human Social Class : Family consists of Higher middle class residents. |
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| 07 May 2013 01:07 PM |
*Name : Isabella Rose Van Dam
*@G# :
*Gender : Female
*Appearance : I have long, curly auburn hair, It's usually in a side ponytail, I have dark blue eyes, and freckles splash my rosie cheeks, and nose.. I am 5'2, and about 95 lbs being quite thin, *Personality : I'd like this to be developed during the RP, if that's okay..
*Bio : I have grown up in a Middle Class family, with my mother whom is a normal towns folk, my father, and eldest brother who are merchants.. who we pray for every night in hope, they'll return when they go on big trips.. and hope they weren't ransacked by thieves. And, then there's my two younger siblings, and I. Our family keeps our social circle quite small. But, I am usually the one who disobeys and seems to talk to everyone, even though my parents oddly despise me for this. Today, I am just wandering the town, in search of someone to talk to.. ( I didn't know what to put here.. it's early in the morning still so I'm not quite awake, ^-^")
*Species/Race : Human
*Social Class : Middle Class
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| 07 May 2013 01:08 PM |
| ( I forgot to add my age is 15, sorry computer lagged and erased it the first time I was going to post.. so I had to make it again, and forgot it. "^-^") |
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| 07 May 2013 01:10 PM |
@Cierra,
(Accepted, but it's still kind of small. But mine's small too so I don't care. c: ) |
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| 07 May 2013 01:20 PM |
Isabella,
I was walking in the market, looking for a new face I hadn't talked to. Or one of whom, they seemed nice enough to bother. I glanced at boy possibly my age, who was casting his line, and then he laid back. I thought to myself, "Hmm, he seems nice.. but, is he nice enough to talk to.." I began smiling, and again thought to myself, 'Well we'll just have to find out.. won't we!" I started to walk in his direction. Finally, I had reached the dock and walk over to him. "Hello, what's your name?" I said politely not wanting to scare him.. |
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| 07 May 2013 02:41 PM |
| He jumped from the remark, falling into the water with a loud scream, water staining the dark to a darker color. "Nn..!" He cried as he got up, his face was bright red in embarresment. "Hi... I'm Carson.. You are?" He slowly helped himself out of the water, shaking his hair to dryness. He smelt like the ocean, sadly enough. |
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| 07 May 2013 03:35 PM |
Name: Arcinius Flekar Age: 32 Gender: M Appearance: A large, blue, half Dragon half Human, he is a 8 foot tall lizardlike humanoid dragon with black scales, two horns on the top of his head and purple eyes. Personality: TBR Bio: TBR Species/Race: Half black-dragon, half human. Social Class: Reknowned as a mercenary spellsword. |
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| 07 May 2013 03:35 PM |
| Pardon, he also has black wings on his back. |
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| 07 May 2013 03:46 PM |
@Tech,
declined. Please try to make it a bit bigger. It's around a sentence or two. |
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| 07 May 2013 03:50 PM |
Isabella,
I let out a slight laugh as he fell in, "I'm Isabella, but you can call me Isi," I smile as I say this. Then, I look to his fishing rod, "Hmm, seems their not biting today?" I ask him. I sit down on the dock, then turn my attention back to him waiting for a reply. |
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| 07 May 2013 03:51 PM |
(I don't care what you or the police say! Grabbing butts is sweet)
Name : Cole Demcher
@G# : 18
Gender : Male
Appearance : Cole has fair skin and an average build and height, he has hazel eyes and brown messy hair that sticks up in a few locations. His hair covers most of his head excluding his face. He wears a simple black longsleeve shirt and black trousers. He wears simple adventurer boots. He also wears a long black coat that reaches to his ankles, it has various pockets on it and is secured with 3 belts, Cole only buckles the top one because he thinks it looks quite cool when it is blowing in the wind. He also wears a leather bandolier with various pouches over his left shoulder complete with a sword sheathe but no sword.
Personality : Cole likes to keep the mood light and happy, he does this by cracking dumb jokes and avoiding conflict whenever possible. Unless it's for a joke of course. Generally Cole has a carefree lifestyle, he also seems to get a kick out of teasing every girl he meets.
Bio : Cole seems to be in a bit of trouble but doesn't like to talk about it. His father got into a huge sum of debt with a mob boss and ran away one day. Leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves. The mob boss obviously tracked the two down looking for the money. When they couldn't pay it off Cole offered himself as a servant until he could pay it back. He receives missions through a crystal in the necklace around his neck. The emerald grows quite hot for a few seconds to signify a mission. Cole has to put the emerald up to his ear and listen to the message. Then he will carry it out and get a bit closer to his goal of freedom. He hasn't seen his mother since.
Species/Race : Human
Social Class : Lower Class (He can barely feed himself and he is always on the move) |
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| 07 May 2013 03:55 PM |
He blushed, the skin on his cheeks turning pink. "G-guess not...." He said quietly, he picked up his fishing pole, and cut the rope, letting whatever fish laying down there to eat what was on the hook. He put the fishing pole into the black bookbag next to him, then put it on his back. "So... Isi, why did you walk over here to nearly drown me?" He laughed softly.
(@Code
Accepted.
wooo) |
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| 07 May 2013 03:58 PM |
[lovely roleplay asdfghkl; i hope this cs isn't too bad ^u^]
Name : Olivia Abigail Harvane
@G# : 14
Gender : Female
Appearance : Olivia is approximately 5'2" tall and weighs in at about 119 pounds. Her hair is a gentle ashen brown that neatly cascades down to her mid-back area, with faded but matching freckles dotting her cheeks. Her eyes are a dull, dark forest green with hints of brown mixed in. Olivia's skin is somewhat tan in appearance due to many hours spent outside and are lined with various s.ca.rs from simple things such as tripping or scratching at a mosquito bite a bit too much.
Personality : Olivia comes off as rather blunt when she first meets people, but once you get to know her, you get to see her general personality quite well. She's rather adventurous and reckless at times, with a knack for trying to obey those who are in command. She tends to spend time enjoying the simpler things she has in life, such as long walks, fishing, and reading, and overall calming things. Olivia has a strong passion for nature, such as animals and plant life, and therefore spends most of her days outside.
Bio : Growing up in a middle class home, Olivia has had life pretty simple, especially as an only-child with no brothers or sisters. Unfortunately, as a small child, her mother passed away from an undisclosed illness, leaving Olivia with her father. Her father is a fish merchant, and rather blunt and strict. Although he does love and adore his younger daughter, he tends to shy away from talking to her much. Olivia is convinced he's just devastated by the loss of her mother. Olivia has lived here all her life as well, and hasn't necessarily traveled elsewhere, and she's quite content with that.
Species/Race : Human
Social Class : Middle Class |
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| 07 May 2013 03:59 PM |
(Eesh perf. Accepted. ; 3 ; ) |
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| 07 May 2013 04:06 PM |
(^-^") Isabella,
I laugh as well, "Well you see, I was looking for some company.." I stand up, brushing myself off.."You see I'm quite bored talking to the same people constantly," I look at him, "Oh did I make you upset?" I say this while realizing he cut his rope, I put my eye brows up as if I'm confused.. |
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| 07 May 2013 04:10 PM |
right i was just playing cod and got lazy rewriting Name: Arcainus Fleknal Age: 43 Gender: Male Appearance: Arcainus is a large human-black dragon hybrid standing at around 8"4 and of a larger mass than most humans. He has jet-black scales and wings, with two twisted horns on his head. He has purple eyes and claws growing on his hands. Arcainus wears full platemail and under it he wears a leatherr shirt and pants. Personality: TBR throughout. Bio: His father was named Doruk Fleknal. Descending from a long line of black-dragons, Arcainus was his family's first hybrid. Arcainus grew quickly, and although many of those in almost all of the cities despised him as a freak, he soon proved himself when he was 27, retrieving his family's ancient jewel. He is now a tavern or campfire story. Few still recognise him, but those who do respect him. Species/Race: Black Dragon/Human hybrid Social Class: Well known spellsword |
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| 07 May 2013 04:11 PM |
(Yaay....thanks grl.)
Cole
I sat in the inn waiting in the darkest corner. I listened to the emerald one last time before I saw the guy.
"He owes us money....get him to pay up....or leave a message"
I gulped. I really didn't want to hurt the guy...I mean....he didn't look mean. He had nice caring eyes and he talked fondly of his family....no wife, he talks a lot about fishing trips with his father. I shakily dropped the emerald and patted the knife hidden by my coat. I then put on my poker face and sat down next to him.
"Hello." I managed to say to the man.
"Oh! A new friend...what brings you here today?"
"Ah....you won't like it but....you owe a man some money."
"Do I now? Who did I forget to pay in a gambling match this time?" I muttered the name of the man who shattered my family and his face turned grim. "He finally found me huh?" I then felt a huge force slam into my neck.
"Christ!" I cough out as he lifts me up. I get a good look at the guy, Full red beard, huge stature, could easily snap my neck. He didn't though and just threw me against the wall. I landed on all fours and coughed before looking at him charging at me. I roll to the side as a meaty fist smashes down where my head once was. Other bar patrons try to stop them but he just blasts them aside. I grin and lunge at him with the knife. It buries itself into his hand as he recoils back in pain.
I am then thrown through the glass of the inn. |
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| 07 May 2013 04:14 PM |
[h3h3 thanks ;P]
-Olivia-
After a decent meal and a long amount of time staring aimlessly at my wardrobe, I manage to get myself out of the house fully dressed, halfway awake, and ready to take on another day. As soon as I set foot out of the house, I'm greeted with the oh-so-familiar scent of saltwater carried by a gentle breeze. Gently, I push some loose hair away from my line of sight before clumsily walking down the front steps on right onto the road.
I make my way towards the sea, avoiding busy townsfolk, market people, and more. The pole of a large fishing net rests in one of my hands and a wrinkled burlap bag is slung over my shoulder. On days like these, I enjoy hunting for some decent seafood, such as scallops or crabs to bring home to both eat and sell. For yea.rs I've been doing this, and it's almost become a sort of tradition in a way.
Before long, I lapse into a soothing daydream as I weave my way through the market and its people. |
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| 07 May 2013 04:19 PM |
| "Oh! Not at all! It's just... It doesn't seem like a nice day to go fishing anyways." He sighed softly, his hair flew back in the breeze, it felt like it would rain soon. After nearly living at the docks, he could tell when it was about to change in weather. |
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| 07 May 2013 04:22 PM |
Cole
I pull myself up and some glass shards fall off of me.
"Whew none are i-" I'm greeted by a fist swinging at me. I duck under it and give an uppercut of my own. The guy doesn't even flinch.
"Really?" I groan before running into the marketplace.....red beard hot in pursuit. The guys a tank he still has that knife in his hand. Wait....he still has the knife in his hand. This though runs through my head as I dodge the man's blows throughout the market...getting some cheers and dirty looks from the various people there. |
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| 07 May 2013 04:27 PM |
Isabella,
"Well, I guess I should let you go..." I smile, and I began to walk toward the market. I stopped and thought to myself, "I do hope I see him again soon, maybe I'll come to the market everyday! No, that'd make me seem like a creep.." I sigh, and then proceed to walk to the end of the dock. |
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