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Re: I Am The Weapon
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| 11 May 2013 02:59 PM |
You arise in a slave cart pressed against the bars of the cage. About five others were jammed in the space you dwell in. Naked, bare the beings they were. Some thin, some thick. Some sturdy, some skinny. But all were represented and seen as animals, prizes.
The driver of the cart halted his steed with a quick pull of the reins. About three dark tan men shouted at the imprisoned, opening the cells. The hostages' chains jingled as they marched weakly, cuffs choking their wrist and ankles. Men, women and even young boys taken as weapons. Even you.
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JoshWesty
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| 12 May 2013 01:17 PM |
| (Well, I don't point something out directly. I was opening you could discover that they are taken as slaves. The storyline shall unfold. Please trust Rian.) |
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| 12 May 2013 05:44 PM |
| (I have risen back from the dead.) |
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| 12 May 2013 06:31 PM |
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Name: Evelyn "Hazelnut"
Gender: Female
A....g....e: 23
Personality: She is rather daring and risky, the one wishing to keep her tongue held though often leaks more words than she should. Fury and anger can grasp her, twisting her into a brawler and insulter, perhaps even a drunk.
Besides her quarrels and ager, she can be quite usually. She is stealthy and a talented liar. A con you might say though she would call anyone who convinced of her lies a fool or tickled bellied.
However the good spirit inside of her stirs her mind into compassion and mercy. But it is completely rare to see this good spirit.
Appearance: Coal black oily bangs curve near her hazelnut eyes. And that is where her names was forged, from her sparkling brown eyes. In her mother's opinion, it was one of the most beautiful features of this girls. Though there were other beauties of her, such as her fine peach skin which later became sun burned, scarred, and bruised. Her pearly white teeth eventually went a few missing and the rest stained with cheap ale. Her thin precious fingers formed to scratched dried naturally tools of hers.
Her appearance has reflected the life of poor living. Though she rather be a gambler and paid brawler than a street woman, beggar, or even dead.
Skills/Talents: Once mentioned before her skills in lying and stealth, and even spying if you will. But she is just as good as a haggler as a liar. Her weapon of choice is a throwing knife or dagger.
Brief History: She once lived a life of royalty, a princess you could title her though not the one you would ponder of first. Her father was clan master, she was the princess. A very intelligent and well advance village they were, The people abled to fight off wild animals, other clans, and even royal armies. But until King Obadiah marched three hundred thirty-three troops they lived victorious. Though when defeated by this king she at twelve trudged through deserts to arrive at the slave port. Evelyn was purchased by a witch. The witch didn't attempt to feast on Evelyn, nor use her as a test subject. Instead this witch trained Evelyn. Evelyn struggled through the spells and became lazy with her lessons which would result in a beating.
Though one day she dipped herself in a pot of chilly water, waiting for her master. When the lady arrived to see Evelyn bared in the pot she laughed and questioned the girl, asking her what did she want to be turned into.
Evelyn just responded answering a frog. The witch informed Evelyn that she was too smart to be any animal. Then the girl answered a witch. The woman laughed jokingly acknowledging it was lie. Evelyn then answered truthfully a free girl. The witch roared with laughter as she pulled Evelyn out.
The next day arrived and the witch sold Evelyn to a bartender. Evelyn spent about three years in the pub. It was rather comforting nights by the fire as she scrubbed the floors, listening to music, eventually drinking and gambling.
The bartender then sold the girl to pirates when he was in debt to them. There she was treated brutality. Used as some tool fort he men's entertainment and leisure. After a month of torture they decided to train her like sailor boy. It was not painful as the suffering she endured the month before though it was difficult. Numerous times she had to "Kiss the gunner's daughter," which was a slang term that meant she had to bent over a cannon to be flog. She later grasp the basics of tossing a knife, work on it months later before she killed her first prey. A disgusting sailor, a dagger dug into his forehead. Normally the pirate she was owned by would congratulate her though because it was his own men. He decided to "Keelhaul" Evelyn, which was a punishment by dragging under the ship, from one side to the other. The victim of a keelhauling would be half-drowned, or worse, and lacerated by the barnacles that grew beneath the ship. They wish not killed her though so Evelyn choked under there for about thirteen minutes. After vomiting with sea water and kelp wrapped around her neck, she chose to follow orders. However that choice was not always clear to her especially because of her temper, but never again was she Keelhaul.
When she was about twenty she became the captain of the ship just as strict and cold hearted as her master who is now dead. She sailed fortunately raiding cites and discovering treasures. She was twenty three when she departed from that occupation and decided to dwell in the bars when one night she fell in a deep sleep to find herself in a filthy cage. |
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117derek
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| 12 May 2013 06:39 PM |
| We need a time period and setting. Is this back when Americans had slaves? Is this a futuristic war? Is this on a completely different planet? |
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| 12 May 2013 07:02 PM |
| (If you read my CS you will discover it takes place in the medieval eras.) |
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117derek
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| Joined: 23 May 2010 |
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| 12 May 2013 07:13 PM |
| (Ah, okay. I like your CS, btw. I can never make one that developed. That's one of the things that holds back my writing.) |
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| 12 May 2013 07:46 PM |
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Name: Darius Mal'Kurda, with many other alias' yet to be revealed.
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Personality: Most believe him to be hardy and nice, but also hard, cold and aggressive. You'll have to find out for yourselves [cuz idk]
Appearance: Darius could only be compared in figure to a bear. He stands 7'10, and has a massive, and muscular frame. Looking at Darius, one could say he is what Testosterone would look like if it was a human. Apart from his giant bulk and size, he is very hairy, and extremely pronounced masculine features, such as thick and bushy eyebrows, a larger forehead, a square chin, and a thick jaw. His black hair is straggly and unkept, not to mention thick. The hair covers his deeply tanned and scarred skin, the scars coming in many shapes and sizes, and from many weapons, items, and the like. His nose is large, and mangled, with a large bump in the cartiledge towards the center, and being twisted slightly. There is also a scar running from through one of the nostrils and over the bridge of the nose. Oh yes, he also has icy blue eyes, easily to see cause of the contrast in color.
The only clothing he likes to generally wear is animal pelts. Of course he has no clothing at the moment.
Skills/Talents: His strength is unrivaled, but beyond that his skills don't extend much farther. Although, because of the life he lived, he is extremely enduring and tolerant to pain. He is also a natural climber (not a real talent or skill, as it is the result of one of his other skills), and a skilled hunter/tracker and survivalist.
Brief History: Darius was born to a very barbaric and nomadic tribe, living towards the Northern Mountains of the lands. During these years, he grew into their ways of life and learned to hunt, track and survive in the harsh climate. Much of his childhood is unknown, as are the ways of the tribes, but what is known, children as of 12 are pushed to their physical limit, to weed out the weak, and the tribe is small in numbers because of the children who don't survive this. At the age of 15, he was severely injured in a battle with a large bear, but was saved by an unknown hermit near the bottom of the mountain. For the next couple years, it is believed he worked for the hermit for some time, chopping trees and such, before being kidnapped by bandits, and used as slave for some time, before escaping. This is just what is believed. After escaping the slavers, he traveled the lands, becoming somewhat of a celebrity and folk hero after repeat displays of sheer strength. Some are exaggerated, some lies, some unexplained. But that's what makes them fun to hear, no?
Now he is currently caged like the others, unsure of how. |
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| 12 May 2013 08:48 PM |
(Accepted, let us begin.)
Evelyn squinted her eyes at the bright torches, her eyes retreating from the dark shadows of the night to the light of the flames. It was rather quiet, the others were quiet. She struggled to stand looking fearless to an animal beside her. Well, she was convinced it was a bear, perhaps a grizzly? Maybe he was a supernatural? Rather tall, rather hairy.
"Oi!," the darkest of the slavers exclaimed focusing a finger at these animal man. "Triple shackle this thing! And where did you steal it from? A zoo in Nera?"
"Heavens no! I would never go back to Nera!" the other cried as he strived to carry weighty iron shackles. "I found him... Well... That is that at a matter. Now is it?"
The grains of sand surrounded his knees when he fell, wrapping the man's ankles with this rings of iron over the first pair. |
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| 12 May 2013 09:01 PM |
[I'll start third person, and see how long I can keep with that.]
The man grunted at the slavers, considering thrashing out, but hesitant of the situation. He scratched his head as he glared down at the man and flexed and unflexed his fingers, in irritated. |
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| 12 May 2013 09:15 PM |
Name: Arixxo Arethis
Gender: Male
Age: 24
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Appearance: Tan skin, brown rumpled hair, 5'9, green eyes, freckled face, green tunic, brown fur coat with fur hood attached.
Skills/Talents:Archery
Brief History: Born among peasants Arixxo provided for his family through hunting, he became a masterful hunter. That is until the slaveholders caught him. |
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Drow509
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| 12 May 2013 09:40 PM |
| ((INQUIRY: How many characters are we allowed?)) |
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fathat121
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| Joined: 26 Dec 2009 |
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| 12 May 2013 11:01 PM |
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Name: Brom Augustine
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Personality: Brom is known to be a blithe man; satisfied with what others desire. He is profoundly open-minded to the ideas of those around him, and would be glad to assist them towards pursuing their ambitions. Following this, Brom can also appear as solemn and dignified in times of adversity, yet will continue to ensue his ways of composure.
Appearance: When Brom was a young man, he had crude, black hair; bearing a texture that resembled oil. However, as he grew older, so did his appearance. Now, coarse, gray hair rests upon Brom's scalp, like a group of crippled pine needles. His eyes used to be a verdant shade of green, but are now the color of old hickory fern. During Brom's youth, he had smooth, apricot hued skin, though now it has changed to a brittle shade of cantaloupe. Brom features are firm, and locked, while he owns a sturdy, muscular build.
Skills/Talents: Brom is a very knowledgeable story-teller, having experience throughout his childhood. He also possesses the ability to manipulate ice, however has a low extent for doing so. Overall, he is a wise, resourceful man who excels in literature based factors.
Brief History: Brom was born into a poor, farming family located within the Plains of the land. As Brom grew up, he was grateful for his life, but dissatisfied. Living in the Plains was harsh for Brom. He did not have friends to play with, and could not attend school. Because of this, Brom's mother and father would often tell him stories of the land beyond the Plains, and the wonders of the world. So as Brom grew up, he began to learn to cherish the things that he had, and not to take them for granted.
Although Brom had respect towards his family, he soon began to grow curious about the world beyond the Plains. When Brom turned 18, he left the farm to explore the world that his parents had so often told him about. He soon wandered into a village and started a job selling grown vegetables. Even though selling vegetables was Brom's job, literature was his passion. Everyday he would go to the village's library and read books. He decided that he would invoke in a career of story-telling. At first, people did not appreciate him, however children would often listen. Soon, Brom began to grow popular within the village, and eventually became a respected member of their society.
Throughout Brom's years as a story-teller, war had occurred between two nations. Brom was drafted into the army; learning both magic and sword techniques. The war had brutally affected Brom, but made him stronger both mentally, and physically stronger. After the war had ended, Brom went back to his village, and continued telling stories to villagers.
One day, Brom received a message from his parents telling him that something urgent had happened upon the farm. Wishing to aid his family, Brom left his village, promising that he would return, and went back to the Plains. Sadly, when Brom arrived no one was in sight. As he turned around, someone hit him on the back of his head with a shovel, and he awoke to be in a dank, filthy cage.
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| 13 May 2013 04:35 PM |
(Two characters for now. FlawlessDrMario, unaccepted. fathat121, accepted. Fellow roleplayers, please remember to type at least two paragraphs [8 sentences] per post, thank you.)
Evelyn built the courage to glare the man beside her in the eyes. She was extremely observant of the eyes, most were in her village. In that society of her village, the child must first be given a name related to their eyes. Once they arrive into adulthood they earn a name relating to an animal reflecting themselves. Evelyn ventured closely to her early years of an adult though before her thirteenth birth she remained a child. The demolishing of her village robbed her of her maturity.
She squinted her eyes, struggling to keep the glare in as she strived to catch the man's eyes color. She shook her head thinking to herself, "I shall recall him as 'the Bear Man'." Her eyes focused on the slaver finishing to attach the last cuff to the Bear Man.
"I want all the women in one line and all the men in another!" a larger and stockier dark man hollered as Evelyn scattered with the women. |
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Drow509
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| 13 May 2013 08:10 PM |
Name: Gerald le Rouge, though goes by Rouge.
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Personality: Gerald has a short fuse, easily becoming angered at the slightest provocation even if it is a close friend. He is often loud and boisterous, verbally taunting the enemy or clearly announcing when he wants something done. He isn't incredibly bright or clever, though he isn't a dolt, especially when it comes to military tactics and fighting. The only exception to this rule is his charge, who he is extremely protective of.
Appearance: Gerald is a stocky, largely built man who stands at 5"11', with a squashed nose and blunt features. His jaw is squared and set, his mouth fixed in a sort of permanent grimace. His eyes are a light shade of brown, matching his slightly darker brown hair that he keeps as close to his scalp as possible. His face is covered with old scars and still-healing cuts, standing out against his tanned skin.
Skills/Talents: An effective swordsman and fairly strong, Gerald is a fighting force to be reckoned with- at least physically. He is alright at archery and can take a fair amount of punishment, though by no means is he invincible. While he isn't all too intelligent, he's wonderful if you need somebody who could care less about 'laws' or 'no you can't come in here' or 'this door is locked'.
Brief History: Gerald is- or once was - a well respected and brutally efficient soldier employed by his nation's army, earning him his title, before getting a private contract as a bodyguard of a noble family. However, after many long and grueling wars the kingdom was splintered by the wrath of militant revolutionaries, probably funded and supplied a still-bitter survivor of the nation's bloodlust. Within the next months, enemy soldiers crossed the borders and, along with disgruntled civilians, ousted members of the old regime and torched several government buildings. He was forced to flee with one of the only surviving members of the family and has been traveling ever since, both leading and following his charge, still dogged by bounty hunters an assassins bent on eliminating the last of the old upper class. He doesn't know how they were captured, only that perhaps that forest grove /wasn't/ a great place to camp.
Gerald is also notorious for being a drinker, a habit gained- along with the loss of his native accent - from serving abroad in his military years.
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Name: Lillian "Lilly" Amsel
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Personality: Lilly usually never speaks, and when she does it is rarely past a few words where a simple nod will not do. The break in this rule is when she trusts somebody enough, then she will become quite verbal but still fairly quiet, patient, and well-mannered. She is incredibly curious and almost hungers for knowledge, academic or otherwise. It can also be noted that, when directly threatened, she will quickly become submissive unless she is with a capable ally.
Appearance: She stands around 5"7', and is fairly thin with striking features. She has unkept, raven colored hair that hangs loosely at her shoulder blades; kept back as much as possible from her large, sapphire colored eyes. Her skin is pale and relatively unscathed from her journeys, unlike that of her guardian.
Skills/Talents: Exceptionally intelligent and clever, excellent at keeping quiet and navigation (e.g sense of direction and, when running, dodging upcoming obstacles.), very observant, well spoken (when she does speak), and if anybody is going to be keeping records it'll be her.
Brief History: Lilly comes from a long line of upper-class scholars, royal document-keepers, and merchants. She has always shown something of a desire to learn since she was a child and up until this point- when her family's estate was sacked and she barely escaped with a house guard by the name of Gerald. Since then, her life had been shaped mostly by her travels, reading, writing, and creating when she could while the money that they had rescued from the ruins slowly ran out. She always figured her past would eventually catch up, but she doesn't know if this was part of it all.
Note: A well informed individual will recognize the pair, as they are wanted for 'treason' by the new rulers of their home nation. |
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| 13 May 2013 08:44 PM |
i will join
though i dont know how effective a word limit is on any roleplay
even on one like this, detail based and stuff |
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| 13 May 2013 09:05 PM |
| (If I don't add a word limit then I will not receive enough detail, I will not receive the roleplay at its full content.) |
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