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Century of Ruins Version 0.1 ((OOC))
Cid_of_Lufenia
Deth_Glitch
This is a new and improved version of my old roleplay Century of Ruins hope you enjoy!
http://www.planetminecraft.com/forums/century-ruins-t235733.html Here is the link!
Story:
The realm of Belfan is in chaos as a war of every kingdom and empire. It has been waging for many years. It all started due to apparent attacks on each other’s lands .The great leaders of these lands are failing to notice the lands are falling due to means such as necromancy, corruption, disease and other strife that the leaders have failed to see while they are embattled with each other. The sage Eldritch a former mediator of all the races suspects a much darker force is at hand and has arranged a band of adventurers to investigate the strange goings on and find the instigators of this global war.
Races:
Leonine: A race of lion like humanoids known for their architecture and craftsmanship they are one of the races that deal with the most strife due to the tyrannical rule of their lands Nicomedia, Antioch and Tyana
Their names are based off of roman names such as (Gaius, Tertia, Marius etc.)
Runari: A race of intelligent wolf like creatures with incredible magical ability they live a nomadic life and are probably the most peaceful race to exist they also refuse to fight despite having quite a bit of power (Note: They are quadrupeds so they pretty much look like ordinary wolves except a little bit metallic).
Their names are all randomly decided think of anything
Aegyl: These beings can be described as angelic but it would be most unwise to call them so since they are a race of skilled warriors who would find any excuse to skewer you with a spear (not to mention true angels look nothing like them). their land is the floating land of Ivalice a beautiful island suspended by powerful magic unfortunately because they have to fly they have hollow bones making them weak to any strong hit.
Their names are all celtic names such as (Gofraidh, Isolda, Duana etc.)
Elves: The well known pointy eared immortal people. Their land is Xaranth and they come in practically any variation you can think of (High elves, Dark elves, Wood elves, Sun elves etc.)
Their naming conventions vary on the race of the elves but the names are all in a common elven language and are things like (Elladriel,Gallinor etc.)
Dwarves: The well known short but sturdy craftspeople. Their land is called Asgar
Their names are all common Norse names (Skorgrim,Ragnar etc.)
Orcs: The well known brutish tribe of warriors. Their land is Nazgrim
Their names are well…..orcish (things like Kull, Grotshan etc.)
Humans: The well known race of overall balanced ability. Their land is the small but prosperous land of Avalonia.
Their names unless they happen to be humans from some far off land are all old English names (A good source to refer to would be old English stories like the tale of King Arthur)
Felpuur: The Felpuur are a race of sleathly, agile and cunning feline humanoids (Like Khajiit in appearance) that serve the Leonine empire. The are all unwilling as though as in the past their land was conquered by the Leonine and now they are considered second class citizens
(Their names are just like Khajiit names http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Khajiit_Names here's a guide to the Khajiit naming conventions)
Demons: Little is know of the demons of the fallen kingdom of Lyonesse except that their appearance is incredibly variant They range from grotesque monsters to near humans they are not a part of the war but almost everyone from anywhere suspects them as being the main cause of the global war.
Demons are often associated with being evil but their are a few demons whom are redeemable in nature.
(There are also demons of the underworld that can only exist in a mortal plane temporarily)
Their is no real naming convention to demon names but if one thing is for sure there are no demons named Bob or Fluffy instead think of names such as Malchar or Mesphistopheles you know names that sound interesting.
(Demon applications must be omfg awesome)
Angels These beings are believed to be the servants of gods acting out the will of the gods without question. Just like demons they are incredibly variant in appearance often ranging from completely contemporary in appearance or humanoid. Angels belong to no land and in fact only seem to function while they are working. Angels are often associated with being good in nature but truly they are known to be incredibly condescending towards mortals and care little for life altogether.
Just try your best making an Angelic name (I'll tell you if it's off).
(Apps must be as good as a demon app)
Goblins: A close cousin and ally to the orcs they are often seen as weak or stupid but in reality they are quite cunning and if they had the means they could be better rulers than the orcs
Their names are all the same as orcish names
Illithids: A mysterious and poweful race they live in the underwater city of R'leyeh they are strange thin humanoid creatures that have large bulbous head that resembles an octopus they were the remains of a once great race used to rule everything in Belfan but nearly died out due to illness caught from the 'lesser races' their xenophobic nature knows no bonds and their magical capabilities are legendary.
Their names are all lovecraftian sounding things such as Quashoom Naz'Thul and Gur'Thal
(apps most be high quality to be accepted for this race)
Dragons:Everyone should know of these fabled lizards of yore of great magical and combative ability they all live in reclusive areas outside of the conflict. If a side could possible ally themselves with a dragon they could easily turn the tide of war.
I will judge if the name is suitable for a dragon in you application
(apps as with the other really poweful races need to be really good),
All sorts of other races exist such as kobolds, vampires, were creatures etc. exist but they aren't nearly as important.
Rules:
[1] No godmodding!
[2] No story derailing/hijacking
[3] No upgrading unless you make sure it's okay from an acceptor or thread maker (and it isn't something like Derp finds a shining sword left on the ground picks it up and looks at it's inscription which in ancient tongue says Excalibur).
[4] No teleporting! Think of distance okay like if a kidnapping is happening in a forest and you’re in a city and you somehow manage to rush to their aid!
[5] You can make up your own race but please give a description of what they are like with a full set of information such as name of kingdom or empire or nomadic tribe(It has to be an already existing kingdom or empire but you can make your own nomadic tribes) .
[6] No Mary/Gary Sues! they really ruin things
[7] Keep conflict realistic, try not to attack everyone you meet.
[8] Make sure your romances do not go beyond what you might see in a PG-13 film.
[9] Acceptors ruling is final if your app is denied no complaining
[10] Try not to post one liners in roleplay.
[11] Do your best when it comes to your application.
[12] Feel free to make as many characters as you like, an application for each of course.
[13] To confirm that you've read the rules put "Spoony Bard" in your application when asked.
Application:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Sex (or gender if you prefer):
Occupation:
Backstory:
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?:
Anything else?:
Acceptor list:
Cid_of_Lufenia
Roxthesox
SilverDawn
Banned list:
More to come!
http://www.planetminecraft.com/forums/century-ruins-t235733.html Here is the link!
Story:
The realm of Belfan is in chaos as a war of every kingdom and empire. It has been waging for many years. It all started due to apparent attacks on each other’s lands .The great leaders of these lands are failing to notice the lands are falling due to means such as necromancy, corruption, disease and other strife that the leaders have failed to see while they are embattled with each other. The sage Eldritch a former mediator of all the races suspects a much darker force is at hand and has arranged a band of adventurers to investigate the strange goings on and find the instigators of this global war.
Races:
Leonine: A race of lion like humanoids known for their architecture and craftsmanship they are one of the races that deal with the most strife due to the tyrannical rule of their lands Nicomedia, Antioch and Tyana
Their names are based off of roman names such as (Gaius, Tertia, Marius etc.)
Runari: A race of intelligent wolf like creatures with incredible magical ability they live a nomadic life and are probably the most peaceful race to exist they also refuse to fight despite having quite a bit of power (Note: They are quadrupeds so they pretty much look like ordinary wolves except a little bit metallic).
Their names are all randomly decided think of anything
Aegyl: These beings can be described as angelic but it would be most unwise to call them so since they are a race of skilled warriors who would find any excuse to skewer you with a spear (not to mention true angels look nothing like them). their land is the floating land of Ivalice a beautiful island suspended by powerful magic unfortunately because they have to fly they have hollow bones making them weak to any strong hit.
Their names are all celtic names such as (Gofraidh, Isolda, Duana etc.)
Elves: The well known pointy eared immortal people. Their land is Xaranth and they come in practically any variation you can think of (High elves, Dark elves, Wood elves, Sun elves etc.)
Their naming conventions vary on the race of the elves but the names are all in a common elven language and are things like (Elladriel,Gallinor etc.)
Dwarves: The well known short but sturdy craftspeople. Their land is called Asgar
Their names are all common Norse names (Skorgrim,Ragnar etc.)
Orcs: The well known brutish tribe of warriors. Their land is Nazgrim
Their names are well…..orcish (things like Kull, Grotshan etc.)
Humans: The well known race of overall balanced ability. Their land is the small but prosperous land of Avalonia.
Their names unless they happen to be humans from some far off land are all old English names (A good source to refer to would be old English stories like the tale of King Arthur)
Felpuur: The Felpuur are a race of sleathly, agile and cunning feline humanoids (Like Khajiit in appearance) that serve the Leonine empire. The are all unwilling as though as in the past their land was conquered by the Leonine and now they are considered second class citizens
(Their names are just like Khajiit names http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Khajiit_Names here's a guide to the Khajiit naming conventions)
Demons: Little is know of the demons of the fallen kingdom of Lyonesse except that their appearance is incredibly variant They range from grotesque monsters to near humans they are not a part of the war but almost everyone from anywhere suspects them as being the main cause of the global war.
Demons are often associated with being evil but their are a few demons whom are redeemable in nature.
(There are also demons of the underworld that can only exist in a mortal plane temporarily)
Their is no real naming convention to demon names but if one thing is for sure there are no demons named Bob or Fluffy instead think of names such as Malchar or Mesphistopheles you know names that sound interesting.
(Demon applications must be omfg awesome)
Angels These beings are believed to be the servants of gods acting out the will of the gods without question. Just like demons they are incredibly variant in appearance often ranging from completely contemporary in appearance or humanoid. Angels belong to no land and in fact only seem to function while they are working. Angels are often associated with being good in nature but truly they are known to be incredibly condescending towards mortals and care little for life altogether.
Just try your best making an Angelic name (I'll tell you if it's off).
(Apps must be as good as a demon app)
Goblins: A close cousin and ally to the orcs they are often seen as weak or stupid but in reality they are quite cunning and if they had the means they could be better rulers than the orcs
Their names are all the same as orcish names
Illithids: A mysterious and poweful race they live in the underwater city of R'leyeh they are strange thin humanoid creatures that have large bulbous head that resembles an octopus they were the remains of a once great race used to rule everything in Belfan but nearly died out due to illness caught from the 'lesser races' their xenophobic nature knows no bonds and their magical capabilities are legendary.
Their names are all lovecraftian sounding things such as Quashoom Naz'Thul and Gur'Thal
(apps most be high quality to be accepted for this race)
Dragons:Everyone should know of these fabled lizards of yore of great magical and combative ability they all live in reclusive areas outside of the conflict. If a side could possible ally themselves with a dragon they could easily turn the tide of war.
I will judge if the name is suitable for a dragon in you application
(apps as with the other really poweful races need to be really good),
All sorts of other races exist such as kobolds, vampires, were creatures etc. exist but they aren't nearly as important.
Rules:
[1] No godmodding!
[2] No story derailing/hijacking
[3] No upgrading unless you make sure it's okay from an acceptor or thread maker (and it isn't something like Derp finds a shining sword left on the ground picks it up and looks at it's inscription which in ancient tongue says Excalibur).
[4] No teleporting! Think of distance okay like if a kidnapping is happening in a forest and you’re in a city and you somehow manage to rush to their aid!
[5] You can make up your own race but please give a description of what they are like with a full set of information such as name of kingdom or empire or nomadic tribe(It has to be an already existing kingdom or empire but you can make your own nomadic tribes) .
[6] No Mary/Gary Sues! they really ruin things
[7] Keep conflict realistic, try not to attack everyone you meet.
[8] Make sure your romances do not go beyond what you might see in a PG-13 film.
[9] Acceptors ruling is final if your app is denied no complaining
[10] Try not to post one liners in roleplay.
[11] Do your best when it comes to your application.
[12] Feel free to make as many characters as you like, an application for each of course.
[13] To confirm that you've read the rules put "Spoony Bard" in your application when asked.
Application:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Sex (or gender if you prefer):
Occupation:
Backstory:
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?:
Anything else?:
Acceptor list:
Cid_of_Lufenia
Roxthesox
SilverDawn
Banned list:
More to come!
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T'was a goodun' and, while its tale winds to an end, it is just another door on your path to RP.
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Though I godmodded and broke a bunch of rules in this roleplay, it was good while it lasted.
Enjoyed the time, Cid.
Enjoyed the time, Cid.
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Well damn it looks like this roleplay is dead it was good while it lasted thanks everyone this roleplay had a good run... at least better than most of my roleplays.
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Name:Codex
Age:Unknown
Race:Book, but can manifest in mortal form and book form
Book-a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bound in covers.
Appearance:
Sex (or gender if you prefer): "Male"
Occupation: World's largest collection of magical spells. Can use like 1/4 of them.
Backstory: Codex wasn't always a book. He began as head scribe at the Scriptorium, a massive archive existing outside our mortal plane. All that was magic flowed through here and every scripture and discovery was copied and filed on its shelves. He did not know how he was chosen, who created the Scriptorium, or even who he was. His attempts to recover any memories only filled him with a deep sadness and after several failed attempts, he gave up and dedicated himself to his work. As the vellum aged so did he, and eventually he began to wither away. Discovering the source of the Scriptorium's stability, a massive crystal deep within, he attempted to harness its massive power resulting in the collapse of the Scriptorium and his soul's capture within a magical book of unimaginable power containing all that was recorded within the Scriptorium and was cast out into Belfan.
Codex sat gathering dust in the basement of one of the many great libraries owned by some powerful whats-his-face magepants and thought, "Well,this is rather dull. He doesn't even read me.", and one fateful day his current owner uses him as a table coaster. A TABLE COASTER. Codex had had it, this was the last straw. He searched through his pages tirelessly, looking for the spell he needed. At last! He found it. A mortal transformation spell. He mustered up all the magic he could from the other artifacts around him and *poof* (not literally poof, more like agggggh), he was a living, breathing, tiring, death-prone, soft mortal. But he was free! He raced through the halls and burst out into the world he had so long dreamed of. He kept running until he got to the nearest town, running into a pub and drinking to his heart's content on his previous owners dime and when the cash flow ran out. He had no choice. It was time to do something with himself.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: Spoony -sentimentally or foolishly amorous. Bard-a poet, traditionally one reciting epics and associated with a particular oral tradition.
Anything else?: So uh, don't really know where I got the idea for this character, uh yeah.
Age:Unknown
Race:Book, but can manifest in mortal form and book form
Book-a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bound in covers.
Appearance:
Click to reveal
Sex (or gender if you prefer): "Male"
Occupation: World's largest collection of magical spells. Can use like 1/4 of them.
Backstory: Codex wasn't always a book. He began as head scribe at the Scriptorium, a massive archive existing outside our mortal plane. All that was magic flowed through here and every scripture and discovery was copied and filed on its shelves. He did not know how he was chosen, who created the Scriptorium, or even who he was. His attempts to recover any memories only filled him with a deep sadness and after several failed attempts, he gave up and dedicated himself to his work. As the vellum aged so did he, and eventually he began to wither away. Discovering the source of the Scriptorium's stability, a massive crystal deep within, he attempted to harness its massive power resulting in the collapse of the Scriptorium and his soul's capture within a magical book of unimaginable power containing all that was recorded within the Scriptorium and was cast out into Belfan.
Codex sat gathering dust in the basement of one of the many great libraries owned by some powerful whats-his-face magepants and thought, "Well,this is rather dull. He doesn't even read me.", and one fateful day his current owner uses him as a table coaster. A TABLE COASTER. Codex had had it, this was the last straw. He searched through his pages tirelessly, looking for the spell he needed. At last! He found it. A mortal transformation spell. He mustered up all the magic he could from the other artifacts around him and *poof* (not literally poof, more like agggggh), he was a living, breathing, tiring, death-prone, soft mortal. But he was free! He raced through the halls and burst out into the world he had so long dreamed of. He kept running until he got to the nearest town, running into a pub and drinking to his heart's content on his previous owners dime and when the cash flow ran out. He had no choice. It was time to do something with himself.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: Spoony -sentimentally or foolishly amorous. Bard-a poet, traditionally one reciting epics and associated with a particular oral tradition.
Anything else?: So uh, don't really know where I got the idea for this character, uh yeah.
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Sorry for the incredibly late response but I do accept your application there are admittedly few characters more original than what you have.
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name: Edvin Lange
Age: 25
Race: Dwarf
Sex (or gender if you prefer): Male
Occupation: Dwarven Warrior
Backstory:he was born in a different era, the distant past. Some event has displaced him from his time, and the ways and customs of the present seem strange and alien to him.When he were only a child, he made contact with a magical creature, a dragon, he learned a powerful lesson or a magic trick from that creature. This meeting changed your life and made him different from the other children
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: a dead bard is the best bard
Anything else?:spoony bard
Age: 25
Race: Dwarf
Sex (or gender if you prefer): Male
Occupation: Dwarven Warrior
Backstory:he was born in a different era, the distant past. Some event has displaced him from his time, and the ways and customs of the present seem strange and alien to him.When he were only a child, he made contact with a magical creature, a dragon, he learned a powerful lesson or a magic trick from that creature. This meeting changed your life and made him different from the other children
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: a dead bard is the best bard
Anything else?:spoony bard
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Could you please extend your backstory?
Then I shall read it.
Then I shall read it.
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Name: Rognvald
Age: 40 Dwarf Years
Race: Dwarves
Sex (or gender if you prefer): Male
Occupation: Guild master of 'Bretherin Of Brodgar'
Backstory: He once lived in the town of Brodgar, a town underground and full of gold and diamond, the town was ravaged by a dragon of the name Axstur the Sand Dragon, Rognvald fled along with a few survivors to the town of Ikhrubin. Rognvald swore he would slay the dragon and rebuild his home-town. Rognvald has a human friend who's also a Paladin called Isildur and wields a garnet sword named Exodus,
together they go on hunting quests to collect material for his guild.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: A professional one.
Anything else?: Rognvald wields a mythril axe inscribed with the name Orc Cleaver, Rognvald has a deep hatred for Orcs. He has an auburn beard and a dwarven helm crafted from steel and his chestplate is made from Wyvern scales.
Age: 40 Dwarf Years
Race: Dwarves
Sex (or gender if you prefer): Male
Occupation: Guild master of 'Bretherin Of Brodgar'
Backstory: He once lived in the town of Brodgar, a town underground and full of gold and diamond, the town was ravaged by a dragon of the name Axstur the Sand Dragon, Rognvald fled along with a few survivors to the town of Ikhrubin. Rognvald swore he would slay the dragon and rebuild his home-town. Rognvald has a human friend who's also a Paladin called Isildur and wields a garnet sword named Exodus,
together they go on hunting quests to collect material for his guild.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: A professional one.
Anything else?: Rognvald wields a mythril axe inscribed with the name Orc Cleaver, Rognvald has a deep hatred for Orcs. He has an auburn beard and a dwarven helm crafted from steel and his chestplate is made from Wyvern scales.
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name: jesu
age: idk
race:jesu
class:cat
skills:jesu can shoot dragons from hims eyes
back story:ooooooooh is a mystery ooooooh
age: idk
race:jesu
class:cat
skills:jesu can shoot dragons from hims eyes
back story:ooooooooh is a mystery ooooooh
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Not the worst application I have seen......but I definitely know you can do better Jesuitical so I am sorry to say this but Denied.
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Name: Sir Kristopher
Age: 17
Race: Humanaaaaaaaa
Sex: Male.
Occupation: Aristocrat
Backstory: Kristopher was born to a noble family, his mother died at birth leaving Kristopher with his grief-stricken father and his two sisters. He grew up lonely, the only company he could enjoy was his siblings as his father was constantly busy. The influence from his two sisters was large, and because of that Kristopher grew up a rather, well, not a girly person, just not a strong, courageous person you'd see in a fable. He dresses lightly, usually seen in expensive suits and the like.
Kristopher is trained slightly in the sword, good enough to defend himself against a regular street ruffian or two, but if it came to fighting a soldier he would be injured horribly.
Personality wise, Kristopher is very loyal, but he is shy and nervous at most times. He is a bit smarter than the average person yet does not boast of it.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: Spoony Bard.
Anything else?: This is my account to lounge around in the city.
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Why not, Accepted.
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ArcaneDrink
Name: Lady Caroline V. Holloway
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Occupation: Aristocrat
Backstory: It is said that the war between the nations that divide the realm of Belfan has stretched to every corner of the earth, though while each race has seen it's share of conflict, there are small groups of people who haven't. Years ago, at the first sign of trouble, a community of affluent and well-to-do humans set off to the wintery lands of Nore, far to the north-east. It was here that these families moved to, starting new lives without having to deal with the trouble of war.
Caroline was one of the few to grow up and never know of the conflict that would define this generation. Unlike the children back home, she would live a pampered lifestyle with men to attend her needs, and tutors to keep her knowledge in the arts of etiquette, science, and magic. It was the latter that came to Caroline with ease, and by the age of eight, the young upstart had already learnt to summon replicants of her household, many days were spent scaring her servants with copies of themselves.
At the age of thirteen, Caroline was granted the exotic gift of a panther to keep her from becoming lonely as she entered adolescence. Though with the aid of her tutors, Caroline was able to grant the animal intelligence similar to a human, and so her companion animal Mikhail was now able to keep her out of harm's way as well as any man.
Though now, as Caroline reaches her eighteenth birthday, she's been sent to the centre of the realm to culture herself, keeping her friend Mikhail close by should trouble find her.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: Spoony Bard!
Anything else?:
Theme: [yt]jMgjtJopdUk[/yt]
Accepted
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Name: Lady Caroline V. Holloway
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Occupation: Aristocrat
Backstory: It is said that the war between the nations that divide the realm of Belfan has stretched to every corner of the earth, though while each race has seen it's share of conflict, there are small groups of people who haven't. Years ago, at the first sign of trouble, a community of affluent and well-to-do humans set off to the wintery lands of Nore, far to the north-east. It was here that these families moved to, starting new lives without having to deal with the trouble of war.
Caroline was one of the few to grow up and never know of the conflict that would define this generation. Unlike the children back home, she would live a pampered lifestyle with men to attend her needs, and tutors to keep her knowledge in the arts of etiquette, science, and magic. It was the latter that came to Caroline with ease, and by the age of eight, the young upstart had already learnt to summon replicants of her household, many days were spent scaring her servants with copies of themselves.
At the age of thirteen, Caroline was granted the exotic gift of a panther to keep her from becoming lonely as she entered adolescence. Though with the aid of her tutors, Caroline was able to grant the animal intelligence similar to a human, and so her companion animal Mikhail was now able to keep her out of harm's way as well as any man.
Though now, as Caroline reaches her eighteenth birthday, she's been sent to the centre of the realm to culture herself, keeping her friend Mikhail close by should trouble find her.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: Spoony Bard!
Anything else?:
Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMgjtJopdUk
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Cid_of_LufeniaShvinkly
Name: Frostfang
Age: 42
Race: Funari
Sex: Male
Occupation: Inquisitor
Backstory:Click to revealFrostfang's father was insane. He spent his spare time worshipping and making sacrifices to the "gods" for an immortal child. Frostfang's mother didn't think it hurt, but she was still a little freaked out. The next year, Frostfang's mother gave birth to a litter of seven pups, Frostfang included. Unlike his brothers and sisters, who had a brown or black coats, Frostfang had a frosty white coat. Thinking it was a gift from the gods, his father neglected the other pups, and favoured Frostfang.
Over the years, his father's obsession with Frostfang grew and grew, he even started performing rituals on Frostfang to "honor the gods." The rituals made Frostfang incredibly strong, however, they also washed away all his magical ability. After quite a few of these rituals, his mother started getting very, very concerned, especially when she saw how large Frostfang was compared to the others, and how frightened his brothers and sisters were of him.
It wasn't long until Frostfang's mother thought up a plan to escape her husband's insanity. She would wait until he was preparing a ritual, and then take her children to safety. It was a simple plan, but it could work. When she heard him tell Frostfang to go to their "area" in ten minutes, she inched closer. Frostfang nodded and got ready. When she heard her husband exit, she ran towards Frostfang and said, "Follow me Frostfang, I need to show you something." Frostfang did as he was told. His mother gathered the others, and ran outside, right into Frostfang's father. "Going somewhere?" He asked. "Go back inside, Frostfang, I need to speak with these traitors." Frostfang obeyed, and returned to their home. A few minutes later, Frostfang's father walked in. Only his father.
"What happened?" Frostfang asked. "Your mother was trying to take you and the others from me. I forced her to let the others go, and then drove her away. Unfortunately, the others followed her." Frostfang sighed. Although he never really cared for his siblings, he would miss them. Of course, that's not what really happened. His father threatened to kill her and all the children right there, if they did not run away, and never come back. Knowing he meant it, his mother ran away, and the others followed.
After all the rituals were completed, Frostfang was much stronger, and larger than his father. All the other Funari ran when they saw Frostfang, he truly was a monster. However, monsters are not invincible, or immortal. His father used Frostfang as a problem solver, whenever he got into a dispute, there would be a corpse found the next day. Frostfang had no problem killing others, in fact, he started to enjoy it.
A few years later, his father thought that Frostfang was as strong as he could get, so, he put him to a test. "There lies a human village a few miles north. It disrespects the gods. Destroy it. Leave no survivors. May the gods give you strength" So, Frostfang set off north. What his father didn't tell him, was that the village was home to many deadly hunters and barbarians, who have dealt with monsters like Frostfang, and have come out with trophies. He had also informed them the night before.
Frostfang saw the village in the distance, but it wasn't what he expected. There was a wall, to start out with. On the wall, there were six archers, four covering each corner of the wall, two covering the gates. There were four armoured men standing at the gates, with large swords. It would take more than brute force to invade the village. The village was surrounded by a snowy forest, which allowed Frostfang to blend in very, very easily. After some thinking, he started to gather some large rocks. When he felt he had enough, he picked one up, and threw it at the wall. It hit the wall, making a few bricks fall out, nothing big, but it sent them into shock. All the archers stormed to the gates, to defend. They didn't shoot at first, they waited. Then, Frostfang threw another, and another. They also hit the wall, but didn't do much to it, but they served their purpose. The archers fired into the forest where the rock came from, while Frostfang ran around. They continued to fire, in fear. Frostfang came in from behind, scaled the wall, tearing through anyone who stood in his way. The guards at the wall were alerted by the screams, he took out two archers before the others started attacking. He ran towards the other archers, and was shot by multiple arrows. When he was in shooting range, he was tackled off the wall by one of the guards, putting him in range of the others. He smacked the guard off of him, and got onto his feet. The guards were closing in. He moved in to attack, but found himself jumping out of the way of their swords. They knew how to work as a team, and there was only one target. He managed to kill one, but received multiple scars. He knew he couldn't win, he turned around and sprinted into the forest. If they chose to follow him, he would have an advantage. He heard their laughter, making him want to go back and fight, but if he did, he would surely die. He found an empty cave, and started to patch himself up.
A week later, Frostfang returned to his father, and informed him of his failure. His father disapproved at first, then smacked himself in the head. "How foolish of me! I forget you lack experience!" So, over the years Frostfang was sent to gladiator arenas where he would fight to death with other competitors. Many were surprised to see a Funari who didn't use magic. He caught a few off guard, because they were equipped to fight a mage, not a monster like himself. The more he fought, the better the competitors were, but he got better too. However, the next round, he would fight his toughest opponent yet
Frostfang stood in the cage, waiting for it to be open, so he could fight his opponent, and then move onto the next, and so on, until his father saw him as experienced. He heard the announcer call out the names, and the cages opened. When he saw his opponent, he became furious. It was one of the men from the village he attempted to raid. The man must have recognized him too, because he said
"Nice to see you again, Snowflake." Frostfang roared in anger. Snowflake. Snowflake. Snowflake. The name echoed in his head. With another roar, he charged at the man, and went in to claw him, but received a cut on his arm instead. The more he lashed out, the more scars he got. He started to back up, which made the man say
"Had enough, Snowflake?"
"Snowflake! Snowflake! Snowflake!" The crowd chanted. They were mocking him. He roared, louder than he had ever roared before, and leapt at the man, catching him by surprise, and knocking his sword out of his hand the man desperately crawled for the sword, but Frostfang knocked it away, and bit off the man's arm. The crowd went silent. Frostfang turned him over, and took off the man's helmet, so he could see his face. The man was terrified.
"Scared?" He asked the man, who was screaming in pain from losing his arm. Pleased, Frostfang tore off his other arm, then both his legs. Frostfang waited a bit, then tore off his head, and threw it into the crowd. There were cheers, and screams. Frostfang left the arena, victorious once again. He was then confronted by his father, who said
"You are ready."
Frostfang ran through the forest he ran through years ago, toward the village he was sent to destroy years ago. There would be no distractions, he would be out in the open, just where he wanted to be. He found the clearing, and continued to run. He leaped over the wall, taking the guards by surprise, and crushing a house in the process. He effortlessly tore the guards up, leaving the people to fight for themselves. Many ran, some stayed to fight, the ones who did were killed, and the village was destroyed. Frostfang howled into the open sky. No Heretics would escape the wrath of Frostfang.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: The Bard of Spoonyingham
Anything else?: No.
Hmm I see only one minor mistake here but otherwise it is a really good application I shall accept it.
(The mistake is that the species mentioned is called Runari not Funari.)
My bad, will fix ASAP.
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Shvinkly
Name: Frostfang
Age: 42
Race: Funari
Sex: Male
Occupation: Inquisitor
Backstory:Click to revealFrostfang's father was insane. He spent his spare time worshipping and making sacrifices to the "gods" for an immortal child. Frostfang's mother didn't think it hurt, but she was still a little freaked out. The next year, Frostfang's mother gave birth to a litter of seven pups, Frostfang included. Unlike his brothers and sisters, who had a brown or black coats, Frostfang had a frosty white coat. Thinking it was a gift from the gods, his father neglected the other pups, and favoured Frostfang.
Over the years, his father's obsession with Frostfang grew and grew, he even started performing rituals on Frostfang to "honor the gods." The rituals made Frostfang incredibly strong, however, they also washed away all his magical ability. After quite a few of these rituals, his mother started getting very, very concerned, especially when she saw how large Frostfang was compared to the others, and how frightened his brothers and sisters were of him.
It wasn't long until Frostfang's mother thought up a plan to escape her husband's insanity. She would wait until he was preparing a ritual, and then take her children to safety. It was a simple plan, but it could work. When she heard him tell Frostfang to go to their "area" in ten minutes, she inched closer. Frostfang nodded and got ready. When she heard her husband exit, she ran towards Frostfang and said, "Follow me Frostfang, I need to show you something." Frostfang did as he was told. His mother gathered the others, and ran outside, right into Frostfang's father. "Going somewhere?" He asked. "Go back inside, Frostfang, I need to speak with these traitors." Frostfang obeyed, and returned to their home. A few minutes later, Frostfang's father walked in. Only his father.
"What happened?" Frostfang asked. "Your mother was trying to take you and the others from me. I forced her to let the others go, and then drove her away. Unfortunately, the others followed her." Frostfang sighed. Although he never really cared for his siblings, he would miss them. Of course, that's not what really happened. His father threatened to kill her and all the children right there, if they did not run away, and never come back. Knowing he meant it, his mother ran away, and the others followed.
After all the rituals were completed, Frostfang was much stronger, and larger than his father. All the other Funari ran when they saw Frostfang, he truly was a monster. However, monsters are not invincible, or immortal. His father used Frostfang as a problem solver, whenever he got into a dispute, there would be a corpse found the next day. Frostfang had no problem killing others, in fact, he started to enjoy it.
A few years later, his father thought that Frostfang was as strong as he could get, so, he put him to a test. "There lies a human village a few miles north. It disrespects the gods. Destroy it. Leave no survivors. May the gods give you strength" So, Frostfang set off north. What his father didn't tell him, was that the village was home to many deadly hunters and barbarians, who have dealt with monsters like Frostfang, and have come out with trophies. He had also informed them the night before.
Frostfang saw the village in the distance, but it wasn't what he expected. There was a wall, to start out with. On the wall, there were six archers, four covering each corner of the wall, two covering the gates. There were four armoured men standing at the gates, with large swords. It would take more than brute force to invade the village. The village was surrounded by a snowy forest, which allowed Frostfang to blend in very, very easily. After some thinking, he started to gather some large rocks. When he felt he had enough, he picked one up, and threw it at the wall. It hit the wall, making a few bricks fall out, nothing big, but it sent them into shock. All the archers stormed to the gates, to defend. They didn't shoot at first, they waited. Then, Frostfang threw another, and another. They also hit the wall, but didn't do much to it, but they served their purpose. The archers fired into the forest where the rock came from, while Frostfang ran around. They continued to fire, in fear. Frostfang came in from behind, scaled the wall, tearing through anyone who stood in his way. The guards at the wall were alerted by the screams, he took out two archers before the others started attacking. He ran towards the other archers, and was shot by multiple arrows. When he was in shooting range, he was tackled off the wall by one of the guards, putting him in range of the others. He smacked the guard off of him, and got onto his feet. The guards were closing in. He moved in to attack, but found himself jumping out of the way of their swords. They knew how to work as a team, and there was only one target. He managed to kill one, but received multiple scars. He knew he couldn't win, he turned around and sprinted into the forest. If they chose to follow him, he would have an advantage. He heard their laughter, making him want to go back and fight, but if he did, he would surely die. He found an empty cave, and started to patch himself up.
A week later, Frostfang returned to his father, and informed him of his failure. His father disapproved at first, then smacked himself in the head. "How foolish of me! I forget you lack experience!" So, over the years Frostfang was sent to gladiator arenas where he would fight to death with other competitors. Many were surprised to see a Funari who didn't use magic. He caught a few off guard, because they were equipped to fight a mage, not a monster like himself. The more he fought, the better the competitors were, but he got better too. However, the next round, he would fight his toughest opponent yet
Frostfang stood in the cage, waiting for it to be open, so he could fight his opponent, and then move onto the next, and so on, until his father saw him as experienced. He heard the announcer call out the names, and the cages opened. When he saw his opponent, he became furious. It was one of the men from the village he attempted to raid. The man must have recognized him too, because he said
"Nice to see you again, Snowflake." Frostfang roared in anger. Snowflake. Snowflake. Snowflake. The name echoed in his head. With another roar, he charged at the man, and went in to claw him, but received a cut on his arm instead. The more he lashed out, the more scars he got. He started to back up, which made the man say
"Had enough, Snowflake?"
"Snowflake! Snowflake! Snowflake!" The crowd chanted. They were mocking him. He roared, louder than he had ever roared before, and leapt at the man, catching him by surprise, and knocking his sword out of his hand the man desperately crawled for the sword, but Frostfang knocked it away, and bit off the man's arm. The crowd went silent. Frostfang turned him over, and took off the man's helmet, so he could see his face. The man was terrified.
"Scared?" He asked the man, who was screaming in pain from losing his arm. Pleased, Frostfang tore off his other arm, then both his legs. Frostfang waited a bit, then tore off his head, and threw it into the crowd. There were cheers, and screams. Frostfang left the arena, victorious once again. He was then confronted by his father, who said
"You are ready."
Frostfang ran through the forest he ran through years ago, toward the village he was sent to destroy years ago. There would be no distractions, he would be out in the open, just where he wanted to be. He found the clearing, and continued to run. He leaped over the wall, taking the guards by surprise, and crushing a house in the process. He effortlessly tore the guards up, leaving the people to fight for themselves. Many ran, some stayed to fight, the ones who did were killed, and the village was destroyed. Frostfang howled into the open sky. No Heretics would escape the wrath of Frostfang.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: The Bard of Spoonyingham
Anything else?: No.
Hmm I see only one minor mistake here but otherwise it is a really good application I shall accept it.
(The mistake is that the species mentioned is called Runari not Funari.......unless Funari are a creation of your own then that's totally okay)
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Excellent. Thank you.
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Hmm.. He isn't great at checking OOC's (but Im not great at checking anything If I didn't live off of my 'view your posts page'. I will add an OOC note next time I post for you
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Name: Frostfang
Age: 42
Race: Funari
Sex: Male
Occupation: Inquisitor
Backstory:Click to revealFrostfang's father was insane. He spent his spare time worshipping and making sacrifices to the "gods" for an immortal child. Frostfang's mother didn't think it hurt, but she was still a little freaked out. The next year, Frostfang's mother gave birth to a litter of seven pups, Frostfang included. Unlike his brothers and sisters, who had a brown or black coats, Frostfang had a frosty white coat. Thinking it was a gift from the gods, his father neglected the other pups, and favoured Frostfang.
Over the years, his father's obsession with Frostfang grew and grew, he even started performing rituals on Frostfang to "honor the gods." The rituals made Frostfang incredibly strong, however, they also washed away all his magical ability. After quite a few of these rituals, his mother started getting very, very concerned, especially when she saw how large Frostfang was compared to the others, and how frightened his brothers and sisters were of him.
It wasn't long until Frostfang's mother thought up a plan to escape her husband's insanity. She would wait until he was preparing a ritual, and then take her children to safety. It was a simple plan, but it could work. When she heard him tell Frostfang to go to their "area" in ten minutes, she inched closer. Frostfang nodded and got ready. When she heard her husband exit, she ran towards Frostfang and said, "Follow me Frostfang, I need to show you something." Frostfang did as he was told. His mother gathered the others, and ran outside, right into Frostfang's father. "Going somewhere?" He asked. "Go back inside, Frostfang, I need to speak with these traitors." Frostfang obeyed, and returned to their home. A few minutes later, Frostfang's father walked in. Only his father.
"What happened?" Frostfang asked. "Your mother was trying to take you and the others from me. I forced her to let the others go, and then drove her away. Unfortunately, the others followed her." Frostfang sighed. Although he never really cared for his siblings, he would miss them. Of course, that's not what really happened. His father threatened to kill her and all the children right there, if they did not run away, and never come back. Knowing he meant it, his mother ran away, and the others followed.
After all the rituals were completed, Frostfang was much stronger, and larger than his father. All the other Funari ran when they saw Frostfang, he truly was a monster. However, monsters are not invincible, or immortal. His father used Frostfang as a problem solver, whenever he got into a dispute, there would be a corpse found the next day. Frostfang had no problem killing others, in fact, he started to enjoy it.
A few years later, his father thought that Frostfang was as strong as he could get, so, he put him to a test. "There lies a human village a few miles north. It disrespects the gods. Destroy it. Leave no survivors. May the gods give you strength" So, Frostfang set off north. What his father didn't tell him, was that the village was home to many deadly hunters and barbarians, who have dealt with monsters like Frostfang, and have come out with trophies. He had also informed them the night before.
Frostfang saw the village in the distance, but it wasn't what he expected. There was a wall, to start out with. On the wall, there were six archers, four covering each corner of the wall, two covering the gates. There were four armoured men standing at the gates, with large swords. It would take more than brute force to invade the village. The village was surrounded by a snowy forest, which allowed Frostfang to blend in very, very easily. After some thinking, he started to gather some large rocks. When he felt he had enough, he picked one up, and threw it at the wall. It hit the wall, making a few bricks fall out, nothing big, but it sent them into shock. All the archers stormed to the gates, to defend. They didn't shoot at first, they waited. Then, Frostfang threw another, and another. They also hit the wall, but didn't do much to it, but they served their purpose. The archers fired into the forest where the rock came from, while Frostfang ran around. They continued to fire, in fear. Frostfang came in from behind, scaled the wall, tearing through anyone who stood in his way. The guards at the wall were alerted by the screams, he took out two archers before the others started attacking. He ran towards the other archers, and was shot by multiple arrows. When he was in shooting range, he was tackled off the wall by one of the guards, putting him in range of the others. He smacked the guard off of him, and got onto his feet. The guards were closing in. He moved in to attack, but found himself jumping out of the way of their swords. They knew how to work as a team, and there was only one target. He managed to kill one, but received multiple scars. He knew he couldn't win, he turned around and sprinted into the forest. If they chose to follow him, he would have an advantage. He heard their laughter, making him want to go back and fight, but if he did, he would surely die. He found an empty cave, and started to patch himself up.
A week later, Frostfang returned to his father, and informed him of his failure. His father disapproved at first, then smacked himself in the head. "How foolish of me! I forget you lack experience!" So, over the years Frostfang was sent to gladiator arenas where he would fight to death with other competitors. Many were surprised to see a Funari who didn't use magic. He caught a few off guard, because they were equipped to fight a mage, not a monster like himself. The more he fought, the better the competitors were, but he got better too. However, the next round, he would fight his toughest opponent yet
Frostfang stood in the cage, waiting for it to be open, so he could fight his opponent, and then move onto the next, and so on, until his father saw him as experienced. He heard the announcer call out the names, and the cages opened. When he saw his opponent, he became furious. It was one of the men from the village he attempted to raid. The man must have recognized him too, because he said
"Nice to see you again, Snowflake." Frostfang roared in anger. Snowflake. Snowflake. Snowflake. The name echoed in his head. With another roar, he charged at the man, and went in to claw him, but received a cut on his arm instead. The more he lashed out, the more scars he got. He started to back up, which made the man say
"Had enough, Snowflake?"
"Snowflake! Snowflake! Snowflake!" The crowd chanted. They were mocking him. He roared, louder than he had ever roared before, and leapt at the man, catching him by surprise, and knocking his sword out of his hand the man desperately crawled for the sword, but Frostfang knocked it away, and bit off the man's arm. The crowd went silent. Frostfang turned him over, and took off the man's helmet, so he could see his face. The man was terrified.
"Scared?" He asked the man, who was screaming in pain from losing his arm. Pleased, Frostfang tore off his other arm, then both his legs. Frostfang waited a bit, then tore off his head, and threw it into the crowd. There were cheers, and screams. Frostfang left the arena, victorious once again. He was then confronted by his father, who said
"You are ready."
Frostfang ran through the forest he ran through years ago, toward the village he was sent to destroy years ago. There would be no distractions, he would be out in the open, just where he wanted to be. He found the clearing, and continued to run. He leaped over the wall, taking the guards by surprise, and crushing a house in the process. He effortlessly tore the guards up, leaving the people to fight for themselves. Many ran, some stayed to fight, the ones who did were killed, and the village was destroyed. Frostfang howled into the open sky. No Heretics would escape the wrath of Frostfang.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: The Bard of Spoonyingham
Anything else?: No.
Waitin' on Cid.
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"Tsk, some people thinking it's okay to kill! Who would think?"
Name: Abigal Rasmenson
Age: 22
Race: Human
Sex (or gender if you prefer): Female
Occupation: Peasant/Complete phsycopath
Backstory: TBA
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: Spoony ish.
Anything else?: Sorry if it sucks, this was rushed.
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Up 2 U
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I want to make another character, should I? >3<'
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excuses, excuses
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Really Aragorn..
of all names.. I am tempted to say NO! because of it but the Backstory is sound (if a tad sparse) and Cid is ok with the plot line
Accepted
of all names.. I am tempted to say NO! because of it but the Backstory is sound (if a tad sparse) and Cid is ok with the plot line
Accepted
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Woah there Mr. My name is always Damon.
Anyway, I'm no acceptor but I feel that the backstory needs more input, and also knowing that Arthur was his brother just seems a bit odd; There were probably multiple Arthurs out there who were born three years after him. You could include something about Aragon looking for Arthur for a long time and FINALLY finding him but I saw no such thing in the backstory.
Anyway, I'm no acceptor but I feel that the backstory needs more input, and also knowing that Arthur was his brother just seems a bit odd; There were probably multiple Arthurs out there who were born three years after him. You could include something about Aragon looking for Arthur for a long time and FINALLY finding him but I saw no such thing in the backstory.
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It's hard to come up with original sounding good human names. Especially for fantasy.
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"Why should I ever bow to that queen? She will run this Kingdom into the ground."
Name: Aragorn Lionheart
Age: 20
Race:Human
Sex (or gender if you prefer): Male
Occupation:Lord of the Ocean's End hold.
Backstory:
Click to reveal
Aragorn was born of a lord father of the Ocean’s Edge hold. He was trained in swords play, as his father saw all lords should be. His mother died two years after his birth, making him the only true born child of his father.
He was raised to be known as the best of his father’s possible choices for someone to take his place once he died. He was trained from the age of ten to be the best possible lord he could be, make all the correct decisions, and above all, keep his people happy. This pressure, however, turned him from possible the greatest ruler Ocean’s Edge ever had to one of the most tyrannical. Granted his people were still happy, they just had no choices to be honest.
At age fifteen his father died. The cause was unknown. As his father lay there, moments from death he spoke, “My dear son Aragorn, you are not my only child. You have a bastard brother named Ar…” With those last words coming from his mouth the lord died.
Since his father’s last words Aragorn has ruled Over Ocean’s edge, unsure if his half brother would ever try to claim what was Aragorn’s to rule. He has taken every step to keep this from happening.
When he heard of the Usurper’s rise Aragorn sided with him. He threw half of his forces in with the Usurper’s and has been supporting him ever since, mostly in secret.
His hold contains no more than three towns and his “castle”, each with no more than 60 peoples each, 10-15 soldiers; though he aspired to hold more land.
He has been working to undermine the queen, thinking she would end up destroying the kingdom. He has recently heard of the Queen’s new bard; a werewolf, bastard, named Arthur Bloodbain. He thought this bastard was his brother, born only three years after Aragorn was. He saw the opportunity to be rid of two threats. One person close to the queen, and the bastard brother who could steal his lands from him.
He was raised to be known as the best of his father’s possible choices for someone to take his place once he died. He was trained from the age of ten to be the best possible lord he could be, make all the correct decisions, and above all, keep his people happy. This pressure, however, turned him from possible the greatest ruler Ocean’s Edge ever had to one of the most tyrannical. Granted his people were still happy, they just had no choices to be honest.
At age fifteen his father died. The cause was unknown. As his father lay there, moments from death he spoke, “My dear son Aragorn, you are not my only child. You have a bastard brother named Ar…” With those last words coming from his mouth the lord died.
Since his father’s last words Aragorn has ruled Over Ocean’s edge, unsure if his half brother would ever try to claim what was Aragorn’s to rule. He has taken every step to keep this from happening.
When he heard of the Usurper’s rise Aragorn sided with him. He threw half of his forces in with the Usurper’s and has been supporting him ever since, mostly in secret.
His hold contains no more than three towns and his “castle”, each with no more than 60 peoples each, 10-15 soldiers; though he aspired to hold more land.
He has been working to undermine the queen, thinking she would end up destroying the kingdom. He has recently heard of the Queen’s new bard; a werewolf, bastard, named Arthur Bloodbain. He thought this bastard was his brother, born only three years after Aragorn was. He saw the opportunity to be rid of two threats. One person close to the queen, and the bastard brother who could steal his lands from him.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: Do I really have to answer this at this point?
Anything else?:This character has basically thrown his lot in with the Usurper. He is the half brother or Arthur. Cid knows my basic plan for him already.
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Swinkley, I shall be leaving you app to the Director of Applications himself, thank you for your patience old chap.
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Name: Frostfang
Age: 42
Race: Runari
Sex: Male
Occupation: Inquisitor
Backstory:
Click to reveal
Frostfang's father was insane. He spent his spare time worshipping and making sacrifices to the "gods" for an immortal child. Frostfang's mother didn't think it hurt, but she was still a little freaked out. The next year, Frostfang's mother gave birth to a litter of seven pups, Frostfang included. Unlike his brothers and sisters, who had a brown or black coats, Frostfang had a frosty white coat. Thinking it was a gift from the gods, his father neglected the other pups, and favoured Frostfang.
Over the years, his father's obsession with Frostfang grew and grew, he even started performing rituals on Frostfang to "honor the gods." The rituals made Frostfang incredibly strong, however, they also washed away all his magical ability. After quite a few of these rituals, his mother started getting very, very concerned, especially when she saw how large Frostfang was compared to the others, and how frightened his brothers and sisters were of him.
It wasn't long until Frostfang's mother thought up a plan to escape her husband's insanity. She would wait until he was preparing a ritual, and then take her children to safety. It was a simple plan, but it could work. When she heard him tell Frostfang to go to their "area" in ten minutes, she inched closer. Frostfang nodded and got ready. When she heard her husband exit, she ran towards Frostfang and said, "Follow me Frostfang, I need to show you something." Frostfang did as he was told. His mother gathered the others, and ran outside, right into Frostfang's father. "Going somewhere?" He asked. "Go back inside, Frostfang, I need to speak with these traitors." Frostfang obeyed, and returned to their home. A few minutes later, Frostfang's father walked in. Only his father.
"What happened?" Frostfang asked. "Your mother was trying to take you and the others from me. I forced her to let the others go, and then drove her away. Unfortunately, the others followed her." Frostfang sighed. Although he never really cared for his siblings, he would miss them. Of course, that's not what really happened. His father threatened to kill her and all the children right there, if they did not run away, and never come back. Knowing he meant it, his mother ran away, and the others followed.
After all the rituals were completed, Frostfang was much stronger, and larger than his father. All the other Funari ran when they saw Frostfang, he truly was a monster. However, monsters are not invincible, or immortal. His father used Frostfang as a problem solver, whenever he got into a dispute, there would be a corpse found the next day. Frostfang had no problem killing others, in fact, he started to enjoy it.
A few years later, his father thought that Frostfang was as strong as he could get, so, he put him to a test. "There lies a human village a few miles north. It disrespects the gods. Destroy it. Leave no survivors. May the gods give you strength" So, Frostfang set off north. What his father didn't tell him, was that the village was home to many deadly hunters and barbarians, who have dealt with monsters like Frostfang, and have come out with trophies. He had also informed them the night before.
Frostfang saw the village in the distance, but it wasn't what he expected. There was a wall, to start out with. On the wall, there were six archers, four covering each corner of the wall, two covering the gates. There were four armoured men standing at the gates, with large swords. It would take more than brute force to invade the village. The village was surrounded by a snowy forest, which allowed Frostfang to blend in very, very easily. After some thinking, he started to gather some large rocks. When he felt he had enough, he picked one up, and threw it at the wall. It hit the wall, making a few bricks fall out, nothing big, but it sent them into shock. All the archers stormed to the gates, to defend. They didn't shoot at first, they waited. Then, Frostfang threw another, and another. They also hit the wall, but didn't do much to it, but they served their purpose. The archers fired into the forest where the rock came from, while Frostfang ran around. They continued to fire, in fear. Frostfang came in from behind, scaled the wall, tearing through anyone who stood in his way. The guards at the wall were alerted by the screams, he took out two archers before the others started attacking. He ran towards the other archers, and was shot by multiple arrows. When he was in shooting range, he was tackled off the wall by one of the guards, putting him in range of the others. He smacked the guard off of him, and got onto his feet. The guards were closing in. He moved in to attack, but found himself jumping out of the way of their swords. They knew how to work as a team, and there was only one target. He managed to kill one, but received multiple scars. He knew he couldn't win, he turned around and sprinted into the forest. If they chose to follow him, he would have an advantage. He heard their laughter, making him want to go back and fight, but if he did, he would surely die. He found an empty cave, and started to patch himself up.
A week later, Frostfang returned to his father, and informed him of his failure. His father disapproved at first, then smacked himself in the head. "How foolish of me! I forget you lack experience!" So, over the years Frostfang was sent to gladiator arenas where he would fight to death with other competitors. Many were surprised to see a Funari who didn't use magic. He caught a few off guard, because they were equipped to fight a mage, not a monster like himself. The more he fought, the better the competitors were, but he got better too. However, the next round, he would fight his toughest opponent yet
Frostfang stood in the cage, waiting for it to be open, so he could fight his opponent, and then move onto the next, and so on, until his father saw him as experienced. He heard the announcer call out the names, and the cages opened. When he saw his opponent, he became furious. It was one of the men from the village he attempted to raid. The man must have recognized him too, because he said
"Nice to see you again, Snowflake." Frostfang roared in anger. Snowflake. Snowflake. Snowflake. The name echoed in his head. With another roar, he charged at the man, and went in to claw him, but received a cut on his arm instead. The more he lashed out, the more scars he got. He started to back up, which made the man say
"Had enough, Snowflake?"
"Snowflake! Snowflake! Snowflake!" The crowd chanted. They were mocking him. He roared, louder than he had ever roared before, and leapt at the man, catching him by surprise, and knocking his sword out of his hand the man desperately crawled for the sword, but Frostfang knocked it away, and bit off the man's arm. The crowd went silent. Frostfang turned him over, and took off the man's helmet, so he could see his face. The man was terrified.
"Scared?" He asked the man, who was screaming in pain from losing his arm. Pleased, Frostfang tore off his other arm, then both his legs. Frostfang waited a bit, then tore off his head, and threw it into the crowd. There were cheers, and screams. Frostfang left the arena, victorious once again. He was then confronted by his father, who said
"You are ready."
Frostfang ran through the forest he ran through years ago, toward the village he was sent to destroy years ago. There would be no distractions, he would be out in the open, just where he wanted to be. He found the clearing, and continued to run. He leaped over the wall, taking the guards by surprise, and crushing a house in the process. He effortlessly tore the guards up, leaving the people to fight for themselves. Many ran, some stayed to fight, the ones who did were killed, and the village was destroyed. Frostfang howled into the open sky. No Heretics would escape the wrath of Frostfang.
Over the years, his father's obsession with Frostfang grew and grew, he even started performing rituals on Frostfang to "honor the gods." The rituals made Frostfang incredibly strong, however, they also washed away all his magical ability. After quite a few of these rituals, his mother started getting very, very concerned, especially when she saw how large Frostfang was compared to the others, and how frightened his brothers and sisters were of him.
It wasn't long until Frostfang's mother thought up a plan to escape her husband's insanity. She would wait until he was preparing a ritual, and then take her children to safety. It was a simple plan, but it could work. When she heard him tell Frostfang to go to their "area" in ten minutes, she inched closer. Frostfang nodded and got ready. When she heard her husband exit, she ran towards Frostfang and said, "Follow me Frostfang, I need to show you something." Frostfang did as he was told. His mother gathered the others, and ran outside, right into Frostfang's father. "Going somewhere?" He asked. "Go back inside, Frostfang, I need to speak with these traitors." Frostfang obeyed, and returned to their home. A few minutes later, Frostfang's father walked in. Only his father.
"What happened?" Frostfang asked. "Your mother was trying to take you and the others from me. I forced her to let the others go, and then drove her away. Unfortunately, the others followed her." Frostfang sighed. Although he never really cared for his siblings, he would miss them. Of course, that's not what really happened. His father threatened to kill her and all the children right there, if they did not run away, and never come back. Knowing he meant it, his mother ran away, and the others followed.
After all the rituals were completed, Frostfang was much stronger, and larger than his father. All the other Funari ran when they saw Frostfang, he truly was a monster. However, monsters are not invincible, or immortal. His father used Frostfang as a problem solver, whenever he got into a dispute, there would be a corpse found the next day. Frostfang had no problem killing others, in fact, he started to enjoy it.
A few years later, his father thought that Frostfang was as strong as he could get, so, he put him to a test. "There lies a human village a few miles north. It disrespects the gods. Destroy it. Leave no survivors. May the gods give you strength" So, Frostfang set off north. What his father didn't tell him, was that the village was home to many deadly hunters and barbarians, who have dealt with monsters like Frostfang, and have come out with trophies. He had also informed them the night before.
Frostfang saw the village in the distance, but it wasn't what he expected. There was a wall, to start out with. On the wall, there were six archers, four covering each corner of the wall, two covering the gates. There were four armoured men standing at the gates, with large swords. It would take more than brute force to invade the village. The village was surrounded by a snowy forest, which allowed Frostfang to blend in very, very easily. After some thinking, he started to gather some large rocks. When he felt he had enough, he picked one up, and threw it at the wall. It hit the wall, making a few bricks fall out, nothing big, but it sent them into shock. All the archers stormed to the gates, to defend. They didn't shoot at first, they waited. Then, Frostfang threw another, and another. They also hit the wall, but didn't do much to it, but they served their purpose. The archers fired into the forest where the rock came from, while Frostfang ran around. They continued to fire, in fear. Frostfang came in from behind, scaled the wall, tearing through anyone who stood in his way. The guards at the wall were alerted by the screams, he took out two archers before the others started attacking. He ran towards the other archers, and was shot by multiple arrows. When he was in shooting range, he was tackled off the wall by one of the guards, putting him in range of the others. He smacked the guard off of him, and got onto his feet. The guards were closing in. He moved in to attack, but found himself jumping out of the way of their swords. They knew how to work as a team, and there was only one target. He managed to kill one, but received multiple scars. He knew he couldn't win, he turned around and sprinted into the forest. If they chose to follow him, he would have an advantage. He heard their laughter, making him want to go back and fight, but if he did, he would surely die. He found an empty cave, and started to patch himself up.
A week later, Frostfang returned to his father, and informed him of his failure. His father disapproved at first, then smacked himself in the head. "How foolish of me! I forget you lack experience!" So, over the years Frostfang was sent to gladiator arenas where he would fight to death with other competitors. Many were surprised to see a Funari who didn't use magic. He caught a few off guard, because they were equipped to fight a mage, not a monster like himself. The more he fought, the better the competitors were, but he got better too. However, the next round, he would fight his toughest opponent yet
Frostfang stood in the cage, waiting for it to be open, so he could fight his opponent, and then move onto the next, and so on, until his father saw him as experienced. He heard the announcer call out the names, and the cages opened. When he saw his opponent, he became furious. It was one of the men from the village he attempted to raid. The man must have recognized him too, because he said
"Nice to see you again, Snowflake." Frostfang roared in anger. Snowflake. Snowflake. Snowflake. The name echoed in his head. With another roar, he charged at the man, and went in to claw him, but received a cut on his arm instead. The more he lashed out, the more scars he got. He started to back up, which made the man say
"Had enough, Snowflake?"
"Snowflake! Snowflake! Snowflake!" The crowd chanted. They were mocking him. He roared, louder than he had ever roared before, and leapt at the man, catching him by surprise, and knocking his sword out of his hand the man desperately crawled for the sword, but Frostfang knocked it away, and bit off the man's arm. The crowd went silent. Frostfang turned him over, and took off the man's helmet, so he could see his face. The man was terrified.
"Scared?" He asked the man, who was screaming in pain from losing his arm. Pleased, Frostfang tore off his other arm, then both his legs. Frostfang waited a bit, then tore off his head, and threw it into the crowd. There were cheers, and screams. Frostfang left the arena, victorious once again. He was then confronted by his father, who said
"You are ready."
Frostfang ran through the forest he ran through years ago, toward the village he was sent to destroy years ago. There would be no distractions, he would be out in the open, just where he wanted to be. He found the clearing, and continued to run. He leaped over the wall, taking the guards by surprise, and crushing a house in the process. He effortlessly tore the guards up, leaving the people to fight for themselves. Many ran, some stayed to fight, the ones who did were killed, and the village was destroyed. Frostfang howled into the open sky. No Heretics would escape the wrath of Frostfang.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?: The Bard of Spoonyingham
Anything else?: No.
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(I couldn't find a better picture, and I didn't know if anime was allowed. )
Name:
Raahin Abiri
Age:
20
Race:
Felpuur
Sex (or gender if you prefer):
Female
Occupation:
I need some ideas...
Backstory:
Click to reveal
Raahin isn't exactly the most exciting person, but she has her moments. Did you know that she killed innocent birds when she survived in the forest? Oh, all right. She's not a wonderful influence either.
Raahin was born into a Felpuur family who were considered peasants. She lived her life trying to fend for herself, as her parents had better things to do. Her brothers actually looked down and up at her, being brave enough to act as a brother as an only sister.
Sadly, her neglect led to her family's demise. Soon enough, they had to leave what was nothing but a small tent and flee to a forest. Raahin was separated but, fortunately, had learned enough hardship to live the ways of the wild. At least, for a while.
Later on, Raahin realized she could not go on forever. It was pointless to try and find her family, they were all most likely dead. And she couldn't run home either, probably for the same reason. Her last decision was to find a way out. Filled with hope, Raahin set out to find a way to a new area with people with her.
As she traveled, she repeated to herself "I will try". With every step she repeated it. Every night she dreamt it. Every animal she ate, everything was a rhythm for "I will try". After a long amount of time, she reached the edge of the forest, unknowing where she was.
Should she do it? What if whatever attacked her family causing them to flee was there? It was worth a shot; not to mention she had nothing to lose. Cautiously, she stepped out from her second home, and hopefully into her third.
Raahin was born into a Felpuur family who were considered peasants. She lived her life trying to fend for herself, as her parents had better things to do. Her brothers actually looked down and up at her, being brave enough to act as a brother as an only sister.
Sadly, her neglect led to her family's demise. Soon enough, they had to leave what was nothing but a small tent and flee to a forest. Raahin was separated but, fortunately, had learned enough hardship to live the ways of the wild. At least, for a while.
Later on, Raahin realized she could not go on forever. It was pointless to try and find her family, they were all most likely dead. And she couldn't run home either, probably for the same reason. Her last decision was to find a way out. Filled with hope, Raahin set out to find a way to a new area with people with her.
As she traveled, she repeated to herself "I will try". With every step she repeated it. Every night she dreamt it. Every animal she ate, everything was a rhythm for "I will try". After a long amount of time, she reached the edge of the forest, unknowing where she was.
Should she do it? What if whatever attacked her family causing them to flee was there? It was worth a shot; not to mention she had nothing to lose. Cautiously, she stepped out from her second home, and hopefully into her third.
What kind of bard is the best kind of bard?:
Da spweny..
Anything else?:
Bard of da spoony. I hope this was okay. :3;
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Accepted!.
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-__- Nao
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I'll try to do an app eventually. Maybe
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Guiz why the no RP-ing this week its seems the whole community is shutting down
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Sorry about that but well I ran into many distractions recently.
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YAY
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That is beside the point, say my character read a book giving him the powers of god. Would that make it ok for my character to have such OP abilities?
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Well, Deth, do note that he did not gain his magic powers naturally, as they only surfaced after he read the tome.
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So.. a Powerful Demon that can use Magic and is great at melee. Not only that but is 14.
Sorry but no.
1)A child would neither have the morality or skill to be that good
2)Its OP
3)I hate people apping as a child in RP's so I expect something amazing when they do.
All in all. Denied, sorry.
Sorry but no.
1)A child would neither have the morality or skill to be that good
2)Its OP
3)I hate people apping as a child in RP's so I expect something amazing when they do.
All in all. Denied, sorry.
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Name: Volihkarus
Age: 14 in Human years
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Occupation: Traveler
Backstory: Volihkarus was born into greatness. His family was a rich one, with hundreds of acres of land to call their own, enough money to make a dragon scoff, and enough servants to keep an orc horde well-fed for years. He was to inherit all of that, and more, at his coming of age.
That is, until his parents were murdered and the estate burned to the ground by a raging mob of xenophobic humans. Having narrowly escaped death, Volihkarus escaped into the forboding forest that lay past the mansion, now a decrepit pile of ashes. A few hours of running away later, he tripped on what felt like a leather object. Looking at the object, he found it to be a leatherbound book. He opened it- and instantly his vision was flooded with alien runes and eldritch symbols. He could not understand a bit of the text; it turned out to be an ancient Angelic manuscript. He kept the book nonetheless, and began to look for shelter.
The next morning, Volihkarus awoke in the cave he had occupied. He looked down- and was greeted with more eldritch symbols and runes. Only this time, they were printed on something other than paper. More specifically, his chest, arms, and neck. He jolted out of the pile of cloth he was sleeping in, now dotted with sweat from the shock. He calmed down a few minutes later and began to search for food. When he exited the cave, he was greeted by the bear who was living in it. When the bear reared up to attack, Volihkarus, not able to do much due to only being 9, threw his hands in front of him in fear- and the bear was impaled by a spike of ice that shot out of Volihkarus's hands. If the runes hadn't shocked him, this did. Volihkarus stepped back in shock, not knowing how he could have done that in the first place, let alone kill a bear with it. After a few seconds, he realized that he could eat the bear, and he was both calmed and starved by the revelation. After finishing off the last bones of the fallen beast and wiping the blood from his white fur, he picked up his book, threw the bear's oversized hide on his shoulders, and went on to find something else to test his new powers out on.
What type of bard is the best bard?: Why, a spoony bard, of course.
Anything else?: Volihkarus mainly uses spells, but is also effective in melee combat, having inherited his father's naturally sharp claws.
Age: 14 in Human years
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Occupation: Traveler
Backstory: Volihkarus was born into greatness. His family was a rich one, with hundreds of acres of land to call their own, enough money to make a dragon scoff, and enough servants to keep an orc horde well-fed for years. He was to inherit all of that, and more, at his coming of age.
That is, until his parents were murdered and the estate burned to the ground by a raging mob of xenophobic humans. Having narrowly escaped death, Volihkarus escaped into the forboding forest that lay past the mansion, now a decrepit pile of ashes. A few hours of running away later, he tripped on what felt like a leather object. Looking at the object, he found it to be a leatherbound book. He opened it- and instantly his vision was flooded with alien runes and eldritch symbols. He could not understand a bit of the text; it turned out to be an ancient Angelic manuscript. He kept the book nonetheless, and began to look for shelter.
The next morning, Volihkarus awoke in the cave he had occupied. He looked down- and was greeted with more eldritch symbols and runes. Only this time, they were printed on something other than paper. More specifically, his chest, arms, and neck. He jolted out of the pile of cloth he was sleeping in, now dotted with sweat from the shock. He calmed down a few minutes later and began to search for food. When he exited the cave, he was greeted by the bear who was living in it. When the bear reared up to attack, Volihkarus, not able to do much due to only being 9, threw his hands in front of him in fear- and the bear was impaled by a spike of ice that shot out of Volihkarus's hands. If the runes hadn't shocked him, this did. Volihkarus stepped back in shock, not knowing how he could have done that in the first place, let alone kill a bear with it. After a few seconds, he realized that he could eat the bear, and he was both calmed and starved by the revelation. After finishing off the last bones of the fallen beast and wiping the blood from his white fur, he picked up his book, threw the bear's oversized hide on his shoulders, and went on to find something else to test his new powers out on.
What type of bard is the best bard?: Why, a spoony bard, of course.
Anything else?: Volihkarus mainly uses spells, but is also effective in melee combat, having inherited his father's naturally sharp claws.
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Denied..........just denied.....if you want justification just read Deth's explanation.
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