Personality: Aleviel is fairly easy to get along with, but she holds a grudge if you get on her bad side. She is very obedient to those she trusts as leaders and kind to teammates, but indifferent to everyone else. She is not the bravest of the bunch, but she is logical and has common sense.
Appearance: Aleviel is fairly tall, standing at 5'8 with a lean and slightly toned figure. Her hair is a light brown color and her eyes are bright blue. She prefers to wear clothes with earthy tones to them but keeps a cloak and a lariat rope with her at all times.
City of Residence: Rohan
Equipment:A lariat rope, an axe, some dried fruit, and a bag of tanned camel skin for water.
Strengths: Aleviel has been riding horses since she was very young, and can perform intricate maneuvers while on horseback (think vaulters), can rope almost anything moving or not, and is quite nimble.
Weaknesses: Aleviel is still learning how to use her axe and crossbow, and can be a bit off the mark with those. She is also a horrible runner if she has to go long distances, and is still quite young and naive about the world and things like magic.
Biography: Aleviel lived all of her life working with her father's blacksmithing business and her mother's horse farm. She went to an agriculturally-based school and learned about different plants and animals. However, she never really made many friends in Rohan and doesn't really have any ties there aside from her parents and her home. One day she saw some adventurers come through her father's blacksmith shop before returning home from a long quest and they told her stories of their ventures. She immediately thought it would be wonderful to take a quest of her own, and has been determined to find someone to go with since.
Class: Weapons specialist. Aaerin has lived long enough to work with many different weapons, so he is proficient with the most average ones. He is a master swordsman and archer, expert with most other weapons. Not including odd weapons.
Gender: Male
Personality: Kind, courageous, and wise. He dislikes using his weapons for violence, as he thinks they are works of art.
Appearance: Long, flowing chocolate colored hair and almond shaped eyes, also chocolate colored. Wiry muscles, and tan and tall like other elves.
City of residence: Rohan. ((don't wasn't to start where everyone isn't.))
Equipment: Twin longswords on his back, an unstrung bow and quiver, plus two throwing knives in his boots. Light leather armor.
Strengths: Is proficient with most weapons, fast, has high stamina, and intelligent.
Weaknesses: Magic is a mystery to him, so he has no way to counter it. Also weapons that require high strength, or people with high strength.
Bio: Aaerin grew up like any other elf. His brunette father was an old blacksmith, so his dad tried to pass on trade to his son. Unfortunately, Aaerin didn't have the build for it, and instead of doing something drastic his dad accepted it and let his silver haired mom try and teach him about crafting weapons, such as bows and slings. He wasn't to good at making the weapons, but both his father and mother noticed that he had natural talent with wielding them. They decided to apprentice him to a weapons specialist, and his training began from there...
Personality: Lucien comes from a long line of nobility. He is very collective, but does not weigh human life as a large factor in his strategic planning. He has an odd sense of humor when it comes to pain, whether being given or dealt. This trait is not to be taken likely, however because he is also very vicious in his methods in dealing with whoever stands in his way. Appearance: Lucien once looked normal, but during one quest he was captured and tortured by freezing him solid in her pond then boiling him in that very same pond. This caused him to acquire an sort of albino look, giving him white hair, and red eyes. Lucien adopted a red coat to match his eyes.
Spoiler
City of Residence: Gondor
Equipment: Large Blade, Iron armor (excluding helmet), enough food to last a week, map, and other supplies for survival.
Strengths:
Tolerance
Intellectual
Strong-Willed Weaknesses:
Takes things to far
Over Self-Confident
Doesn't trust many
Biography: Lucien de Giullare, (AKA Lucien the Jester) It is a family name passed down as "Those who laugh at Death's Face." As a boy, Lucien dreamed nothing more than to be the greatest of the great. He constantly trained and trained until the day he reached adulthood and took on his first quest. It was to slay a local troll that was killing local livestock. Lucien saw this as his chance to gain a name for himself. So, he grabbed his small sword and went off to battle the beast. It wasn't until he got there that he realized he was far too outmatched by the overgrown beast. In one strike the troll knocked Lucien about 100 feet away and continued feasting on animals. Lucien got up with a laugh, "So this is what it means to be a Jester, This is going to be fun" said Lucien and he went towards the beast. After quickly accessing the Troll's posture and stance, Lucien could tell that the Troll had injured his foot from a near by fence post. This was his advantage, so Lucien ran at the monster, kicked the post in with a strong kick sending Troll in a screaming rampage as it fell over, and in that instant, Lucien jumped unto the beast and drove his blade deep into its neck. After this occurrence, Lucien became well-known throughout society for his not only exotic, but successful methods in dealing with tasks. Lucien acquired his own task force that acts at his will, but He shows no concern for them. Lucien's only ambition is to grow even stronger - To be perfect. He no longer to seeks to be the greatest man to live, He seeks to be the greatest being to exist, He wants nothing more than to surpass the limitations of his human flesh, to become immortal.
Dammit, my spoiler thing didn't work... I dont know what I did wrong?
Class: Weapons specialist. Aaerin has lived long enough to work with many different weapons, so he is proficient with the most average ones. He is a master swordsman and archer, expert with most other weapons. Not including odd weapons.
Gender: Male
Personality: Kind, courageous, and wise. He dislikes using his weapons for violence, as he thinks they are works of art.
Appearance: Long, flowing chocolate colored hair and almond shaped eyes, also chocolate colored. Wiry muscles, and tan and tall like other elves.
City of residence: Rohan. ((don't wasn't to start where everyone isn't.))
Equipment: Twin longswords on his back, an unstrung bow and quiver, plus two throwing knives in his boots. Light leather armor.
Strengths: Is proficient with most weapons, fast, has high stamina, and intelligent.
Weaknesses: Magic is a mystery to him, so he has no way to counter it. Also weapons that require high strength, or people with high strength.
Bio: Aaerin grew up like any other elf. His brunette father was an old blacksmith, so his dad tried to pass on trade to his son. Unfortunately, Aaerin didn't have the build for it, and instead of doing something drastic his dad accepted it and let his silver haired mom try and teach him about crafting weapons, such as bows and slings. He wasn't to good at making the weapons, but both his father and mother noticed that he had natural talent with wielding them. They decided to apprentice him to a weapons specialist, and his training began from there...
Like Shadow mentioned, your character seems a bit too OP. I'll provide you with a counter offer ;
- Choose 2 weapons you specialize in - I won't allow you to master most weapons. You can use more than two, however the others aren't your strong points.
((Zyn, my character is only a master with the sword and the bow. I'm saying he can use most other weapons and be proficient. It makes sense considering how much time he's had to train.))
((Zyn, my character is only a master with the sword and the bow. I'm saying he can use most other weapons and be proficient. It makes sense considering how much time he's had to train.))
"expert with most other weapons" quoted from your app. Anyhow, you can handle other weapons normally/proficiently. Accepted.
We may begin roleplaying now - start wherever/however you like. ))
((Now that Zyn's app is here, may we start?
((Is it okay if I start with my village under attack? I'll edit this if not))
Hinnoron woke with a start. He heard sounds of screaming and sword clashing. Putting on some clothes, he grabbed his bow and his short-swords and clamped them to his back. A large orc burst through the side of his wall. Hinnoron grabbed his swords and sliced at the beast. When nothing happened, he kicked it over the side of his tree home. Hinnoron looked down to see his village in chaos. He knew that he couldn't save the village, but he could try. He put three arrows on his bow and fired, each arrow hitting an orc.
Hinnoron jumped down, using vines and such as an advantage. When he landed, he immediately pulled an arrow out of his quiver and fired it. The arrow spun through the battle, whizzing past orcs and elves alike, until it found it's target. The orc captain stumbled back, but resumed it stance, finding Hinnoron and charging. Hinnoron jumped back, making the orc hit his head on a tree. Hinnoron took his shot, hitting the orc in the back of the head.
The orc stumbled back, and fell over, dead. The other orcs suddenly found Hinnoron very interesting. But with the orc's stupidity, they let other villagers stab them in the back. Hinnoron had saved the village, for now. He knew that they'd be back once the raiding party didn't return. Hinnoron immediately took charge, asking for the death toll. Speaking in Queyna, the language of the elves, they told him," 206." Hinnoron gasped. He hadn't expected that many elves were killed.
Hinnoron recomposed himself as he watched the bodies of elves burn in a fire. He cried for a mere three minutes. Those were the bodies of his brothers and sisters(Metaphorically Speaking)burning in the fire. When it was over, he went up to his home to survey the damage, it was too much. Why did this happen to us? Why do we deserve such an end? he though as he walked into his home. He looked through the hole in the wall. Hinnoron sighed. He sat on his bed, weeping silently.
Althalos sits reading a novel, drinking by the fireplace. He suddenly closed it and stood up, placing the novel back into his backpack. Althalos walked over to the table and grabbed his gear, putting it on. After placing it on he nods to himself and walks out his house. A black horse stands outside his house, tied onto a pole. He walks over to it and stroked it, then climbs onto the horse. He gallops out of Erodas, heading south. He went into the forest, stopping just before the forest. He got off his horse and slowly walked in, observing his surroundings. There is a small hut on top of a small hill, lights lit on the inside. He climbs up the hill and knocks on the door, waiting for a response.
Name: Aleviel Alcarin
Race: Men
Age: Seventeen
Class: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: Aleviel is fairly easy to get along with, but she holds a grudge if you get on her bad side. She is very obedient to those she trusts as leaders and kind to teammates, but indifferent to everyone else. She is not the bravest of the bunch, but she is logical and has common sense.
Appearance: Aleviel is fairly tall, standing at 5'8 with a lean and slightly toned figure. Her hair is a light brown color and her eyes are bright blue. She prefers to wear clothes with earthy tones to them but keeps a cloak and a lariat rope with her at all times.
City of Residence: Rohan
Equipment: A lariat rope, an axe, some dried fruit, and a bag of tanned camel skin for water.
Strengths: Aleviel has been riding horses since she was very young, and can perform intricate maneuvers while on horseback (think vaulters), can rope almost anything moving or not, and is quite nimble.
Weaknesses: Aleviel is still learning how to use her axe and crossbow, and can be a bit off the mark with those. She is also a horrible runner if she has to go long distances, and is still quite young and naive about the world and things like magic.
Biography: Aleviel lived all of her life working with her father's blacksmithing business and her mother's horse farm. She went to an agriculturally-based school and learned about different plants and animals. However, she never really made many friends in Rohan and doesn't really have any ties there aside from her parents and her home. One day she saw some adventurers come through her father's blacksmith shop before returning home from a long quest and they told her stories of their ventures. She immediately thought it would be wonderful to take a quest of her own, and has been determined to find someone to go with since.
Name: Aaerin Aspirin
Race: Elf
Age: 7833
Class: Weapons specialist. Aaerin has lived long enough to work with many different weapons, so he is proficient with the most average ones. He is a master swordsman and archer, expert with most other weapons. Not including odd weapons.
Gender: Male
Personality: Kind, courageous, and wise. He dislikes using his weapons for violence, as he thinks they are works of art.
Appearance: Long, flowing chocolate colored hair and almond shaped eyes, also chocolate colored. Wiry muscles, and tan and tall like other elves.
City of residence: Rohan. ((don't wasn't to start where everyone isn't.))
Equipment: Twin longswords on his back, an unstrung bow and quiver, plus two throwing knives in his boots. Light leather armor.
Strengths: Is proficient with most weapons, fast, has high stamina, and intelligent.
Weaknesses: Magic is a mystery to him, so he has no way to counter it. Also weapons that require high strength, or people with high strength.
Bio: Aaerin grew up like any other elf. His brunette father was an old blacksmith, so his dad tried to pass on trade to his son. Unfortunately, Aaerin didn't have the build for it, and instead of doing something drastic his dad accepted it and let his silver haired mom try and teach him about crafting weapons, such as bows and slings. He wasn't to good at making the weapons, but both his father and mother noticed that he had natural talent with wielding them. They decided to apprentice him to a weapons specialist, and his training began from there...
Race: Men
Age: 28
Class: Captain
Personality: Lucien comes from a long line of nobility. He is very collective, but does not weigh human life as a large factor in his strategic planning. He has an odd sense of humor when it comes to pain, whether being given or dealt. This trait is not to be taken likely, however because he is also very vicious in his methods in dealing with whoever stands in his way.
Appearance: Lucien once looked normal, but during one quest he was captured and tortured by freezing him solid in her pond then boiling him in that very same pond. This caused him to acquire an sort of albino look, giving him white hair, and red eyes. Lucien adopted a red coat to match his eyes.
Spoiler
City of Residence: Gondor
Equipment: Large Blade, Iron armor (excluding helmet), enough food to last a week, map, and other supplies for survival.
Strengths:
Tolerance
Intellectual
Strong-Willed
Weaknesses:
Takes things to far
Over Self-Confident
Doesn't trust many
Biography: Lucien de Giullare, (AKA Lucien the Jester) It is a family name passed down as "Those who laugh at Death's Face." As a boy, Lucien dreamed nothing more than to be the greatest of the great. He constantly trained and trained until the day he reached adulthood and took on his first quest. It was to slay a local troll that was killing local livestock. Lucien saw this as his chance to gain a name for himself. So, he grabbed his small sword and went off to battle the beast. It wasn't until he got there that he realized he was far too outmatched by the overgrown beast. In one strike the troll knocked Lucien about 100 feet away and continued feasting on animals. Lucien got up with a laugh, "So this is what it means to be a Jester, This is going to be fun" said Lucien and he went towards the beast. After quickly accessing the Troll's posture and stance, Lucien could tell that the Troll had injured his foot from a near by fence post. This was his advantage, so Lucien ran at the monster, kicked the post in with a strong kick sending Troll in a screaming rampage as it fell over, and in that instant, Lucien jumped unto the beast and drove his blade deep into its neck. After this occurrence, Lucien became well-known throughout society for his not only exotic, but successful methods in dealing with tasks. Lucien acquired his own task force that acts at his will, but He shows no concern for them. Lucien's only ambition is to grow even stronger - To be perfect. He no longer to seeks to be the greatest man to live, He seeks to be the greatest being to exist, He wants nothing more than to surpass the limitations of his human flesh, to become immortal.
Dammit, my spoiler thing didn't work... I dont know what I did wrong?
(( Any of the races can be evil if you want them to be. And PM us an idea for a race if you have one ))
(( Declined for now. Needs at least 3 weaknesses and I'm not sure about the existence of an ice witch ))
Like Shadow mentioned, your character seems a bit too OP. I'll provide you with a counter offer ;
- Choose 2 weapons you specialize in - I won't allow you to master most weapons. You can use more than two, however the others aren't your strong points.
Any race can be evil - you can be an evil elf if you wanted. And I won't make up a race - I'm following the Lord of The Rings' universe.
You could be an Orc - but their appearance looks messed up.
Everything else looks good except for the ice witch. Edit it please. ))
KAWAII MONSTER
(( I will make an app after you answer this question))
(( Follow the playable races, so no you can't be a troll. Sorry. ))
KAWAII MONSTER
"expert with most other weapons" quoted from your app. Anyhow, you can handle other weapons normally/proficiently. Accepted.
We may begin roleplaying now - start wherever/however you like. ))
KAWAII MONSTER
((Now that Zyn's app is here, may we start?((Is it okay if I start with my village under attack? I'll edit this if not))
Hinnoron woke with a start. He heard sounds of screaming and sword clashing. Putting on some clothes, he grabbed his bow and his short-swords and clamped them to his back. A large orc burst through the side of his wall. Hinnoron grabbed his swords and sliced at the beast. When nothing happened, he kicked it over the side of his tree home. Hinnoron looked down to see his village in chaos. He knew that he couldn't save the village, but he could try. He put three arrows on his bow and fired, each arrow hitting an orc.
Hinnoron jumped down, using vines and such as an advantage. When he landed, he immediately pulled an arrow out of his quiver and fired it. The arrow spun through the battle, whizzing past orcs and elves alike, until it found it's target. The orc captain stumbled back, but resumed it stance, finding Hinnoron and charging. Hinnoron jumped back, making the orc hit his head on a tree. Hinnoron took his shot, hitting the orc in the back of the head.
The orc stumbled back, and fell over, dead. The other orcs suddenly found Hinnoron very interesting. But with the orc's stupidity, they let other villagers stab them in the back. Hinnoron had saved the village, for now. He knew that they'd be back once the raiding party didn't return. Hinnoron immediately took charge, asking for the death toll. Speaking in Queyna, the language of the elves, they told him," 206." Hinnoron gasped. He hadn't expected that many elves were killed.
(( Yes! ))
KAWAII MONSTER
KAWAII MONSTER