(kk....so...I am starting an rp because i like to rp, and its pretty fun, so here it is. No character, including myself, know where they are.)
Welcome to the Lost World, Ladies and Gentlemen. A beautifully shaped world with a variety of natural monoliths, caves, caverns, mountains, and seasonal regions where the water flows infinitely and the days are freakishly short. But beware, failure to build an adequate shelter will lead to disaster as many prowlers of the night including Skelly archers, Zombie henchmen and Spider-beasts! Should one run into two curious floating lights, RUN! Him, Lord of the Night, is on you!
EDIT: THE LOST WORLD BACKGROUND
The Lost World, A.K.A Ci'diuna By It's Inhabitants(Who No one knows of yet, since both of the Major Factions are hidden as of yet. I am currently accepting applications for 1 warrior and one scout, each from a different warring faction) is, despite it's natural beauty, a warring land. The Noble Kingdom of Ci'diuir(Named for the land), ruled by King Renaus is a Kingdom of true, honest people who work hard to make an honest living and stand by each others side when a dangerous situation arises. The kingdom once had a vast army of Noble Swordsmen and Archers and knights, but the continuous attacks of The Graundulen forces has shed the numbers greatly.
The Gruandul, or the Rulers of the Dark are a kingdom of merciless killers who care only for themselves, their money and their alcohol. They will stab you in the back first chance they get if money is involved, and live off the people. Lord Jinter, a merciless, unjust and unfair man, is the head monarch of the Graundul court, and older brother of Renaus. Jinter made and oath of night to kill his younger brother, and swears he will succeed with his own blade of obsidian.
Newcomers of Ci'duina, the fate of The Lost World rests in your hands. Will you fight for the Good, and join Ci'diuir and King Renaus as he fights to overcome the darkness, or will you join embrace the night, and Join Jinter in his scourge of shadows? There are MANY choices to be made, and they are all yours to make as you explore this alien world and fight for your survival in THE LOST WORLD!
!!!!!!!EDIT!!!!!!!! The People of Ci'diuna
Aetherians: Highly advanced (think Steampunk) race that dominated the skies of the Aether, until they were nearly wiped out by the Netherians. All that remains of their race is their technology, scattered shipwrecks dotted across the land (how the ships came to Ci'diuir from the Aether is unknown), and their people, who are extremely scattered, and mostly in hiding. Aetherians greatly resemble humans, though are typically taller and more slender. Aetherians also have extremely long lifespans, but mature very slowly. An Aetherian that appears in its teen years may be thirty or more human years old.
Netherians: The exact opposite of Aetherians. Not technologically advanced at all, Use magic. Prefer being underground. Usually shorter and paler than humans. Short lifespans, mature quickly. There are very few pure-blood netherians, but many Granduli are mix netherian-human.
Thanks to Sidewanderer a.k.a. Larkus
Letherians: A Race even more ancient than the Aetherians or Netherians, the Letherians are the original people of the Once Lether Realm. Lether was a realm of Beautiful, mystical forests with great trees and mystifying plant and animal life. Burned down my Nethara at the start of the Aetherian Era, Very few survived, and fewer still lived long enough to escape the forsaken realm they once called home. With the Realm of Lether obliterated, and few Letherian Tribes trapped inside as the last portal was seized by Nethara and her legion, Nethara claimed the cursed realm for her own, and thus the Lether became the Nether, and the remaining survivors of Lether trapped inside became the first Netherians. Two full Tribes escaped the portals, and one remains due to a tribal war fourteen hundred centuries before the fall of Aether. The tribe, though unknown even to Jinter and his greatest spies, live in the Great Moongaze Basin, a small bowl formed by mountains encircling a perfectly fertile patch of ground, and a small lake formed by a Water gush about 50 feet above the surface of the lake.
The Human Race: The most common of all *sane* races; Most of the Kingdom of Ci'diuir consists of Humans. Known for their passion, their strength and their ability to love, but also their prowess in combat training. Many humans, though are dark and sinister, and sell themselves to the Nether to live the Half life of the Graunduls.
The Graundul: As the age of Aetheria came to a bloody end, Many gates to the Nether were opened, letting the corrupt, dark spirits of the underworld into our world. Many Humans, afraid of being wiped out, agreed to aid the Netherians, swearing oaths of blood to the Dark Court of Netheria. This meant that half of their soul would be torn from their body, tormented eternally, and forced to roam the Nether, while a Halfling(Evil spirit of the Nether) took over the rest of the weakened human's soul feeding on and corrupting his mind until the demon would take over the Human completely. Since the fall of the Aetherian People, almost half of what used to be of the race of men has given themselves to the Dark Court of Netheria. Few of the First Graundul remain alive as high officers of Jinter's Armies.
Zombies/Skeletons: The foot soldiers and bulk of the masses of Graundul's armies. Though Each of the High Graundul officer commands their own small army of mindless zombies and skeletal archers, Jinter's army is made entirely of Zombie and Skeletal Elites.
[Zombie/Skeletal]Elites:An advanced form of Netherian Magik brings these undead soldiers back to life, but the worst part is, they still have control over their minds. Armoured and armed to the teethwith ancient weapons, these creatures are swear fealty to Jinter and his High Officers only, and only elites fill the masses of Jinter's own army.
Most portals to the Aether have been destroyed, and most Nether portals are within Granduli territory.
Known Aetherians: King Renaus is the only known survivor of the Aetherian Race, and is a Pure Blooded Aetherian. The first Born Son of Aethan and Nethara Known Netherians: Jinter Was the first born Netherian, Second son of Aethan and Nethara.
Character Apps:
(Should go like this)
Name: Gage
Age: 17
Alignment: Good
Job: Wanderer
Tools:(Must be built and Aquired through roleplay, so don't bother putting any)
Weapons and Armor: (Same as tools)
Other: Known to some as "The Wanderer"
RP experience: I've roleplayed on various forums, roleplay sites, roleplay games, etc. for the last 5 years.
Rules:
1. NO GODMODDING/METAGAMING/POWERGAMING-no controlling anyone, or saying that you automatically hit them despite their rp. A Correct interaction should look like this.
"Gage attempted to smack the spider with the block of wood"
"Spider would block, and attempt to pwn Gage"
"Gage would dodge, jumping to the side..."
and so on and so forth
2. NO GRIEFING: I know this is just a forum, but no destroying people's rp'd home for no reason, people.
3. HAVE FUN: This is an rp, not an essay. Have fun and don't try and write a seven page response to a paragraph long rp. ALWAYS REMEMBER QUALITY BEATS QUANTITY!!
Name: Devyk
Age: 18
Alignment: Neutral
Job: Wanderer
Tools: Nothing
Weapons and Armor: a wooden stick and some rags for clothes
Other: average strength
Name: Chris
Age: 23
Alignment: Evil
Job: Mage of the Black Robes
Tools:
Weapons and Armor: Only a leather tunic and a small iron dagger, gold running up the middle of the blade. His silky black robe flows down his body as he walks.
Other/Bio: Ever since a kid, Chris has been picked on and beaten up, not only by peers but elders too. He decided to take up magic to defend himself because of his small body frame and little strength. As he grew older, his skills with magic grew along with his body, he bought himself a dagger, both to preform rituals and to defend himself if he ever uses all of his magic in one and is not able to recover. At around age 19, he traveled far to take the test to become a mage. When he had completed the test, he had chosen to become a mage of the Red Robes, the neutral mages. But in time, he began to grow hatred to others and turned to the dark goddess to give him even more power than he already had. Now he comes to this world, seeking to cause harm to the other inhabitants and make alliances with the other people aligned to the Evil side of life.
RP experience: I have roleplayed on many Garry's mod roleplay servers, all serious. I've also had much experience with just chat roleplay in both skype and steam chats. This has been going on for about four years.
(P.S. Thanks for taking the time to read all of that!)
Name:jared
Age:13
Allignment:good
Job:adventurer
Weapons:steel butterfly swords
Armor: thick iron chainmail and iron leggings
Other: is skilled with duel weapons, and is strong.
Weapons and Armor: A hooded black robe, some simple cloth pants, and a old pair of leather shoes. Darkly also rarely uses 'weapons' and prefers to use his magical skills to attack his enemies.
Bio: He is a evil mage who lives inside of the Nether, who has been twisted by his unknown past. His age is unknown due to the hood he always wears covering his face... His magical power is said to be immense, with admirable agility to back that up. Not to mention that he's been allied with the monsters that traverse not only the regular world, but the Nether too.
Other: He however, has a weakness. He is still human. He still feels emotion, sadness, anger, joy... all of them. And in spite of countless attempts to repress these feelings, they're still there. The few who have escaped him say that he could have just as easily killed them. But he didn't... Oh and he hates light. Absolutely despises it. (I guess that's what happens when you live in darkness for several years)
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Team Fortress 2, a game where you can collect hats of any sort, shoot things, and lodge a shard of ice into someone's spine with such force, that they immediately die and turn into an ice sculpture (art). What more could you want?
Name: Desmond
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral
Job: Free
Tools:The empty hand
Weapons and Armor: Nothing
Other: Works with Celerycoloured, Hedgehogflavour and gorrilasandwich. Hates grief and unfairness. Likes to do different jobs.
Name: Lannaeus (pronounced "Luh-NAY-us") Age: 17 Alignment: Neutral Job: Weaponsmith, Miner, Bowman Looks: Lannaeus has large-ish, pointy ears and naturally volumed water-fall like blue hair reaching past his shoulders. Sunken eyes result from lack of sleep and the craving for exploration and traveling. He is muscular, yet skinny. Walks bearfeet as to keep stealth. Tools: Blacksmith's Hammer, Pickaxe Weapons and Armor: Bow and all types of arrows, Dagger, Icebolt spells. Wears brown and green dragonskin leather (I hope that's not godmodding o.o) to camouflage himself. Character Bio: Lannaeus was an Elfish archer living solitarily in the woods. He does not remember his childhood since he woke up inside a cave last night. Lannaeus, besides having a hobby at hunting and forging weapons, sought to seek the truths to his childhood ever since. Lannaeus discovered one night when he was frustrated about being alone in this world that he was a magician. Anger seemed to make him accidentally form faint balls of floating ice which orbit his chest. A faint, cloudy memory formed in his mind of a little elfish boy in the desert standing in front of some "ice sculptures" of several chickens. RP experience: I haven't RPed in a while, but I have RPed in several different stories. Started two years ago; I'm back into the experience because I realized I had quit a fun and valuable hobby. I love making stories.
Real Name (not really my real name, its my rp name): Drakk Ator
Nickname (likes to be called this):Pyro
Species: Mutant humanoid creeper
Age: 10
Alignment: Netural
Job: Depends
Weapons and Armor: iron boots. stone sword. Pschyokinesis.
Other: Very strong. Fast.
RP experience: AWESOME.
*wakes up in a lab not far away from "The Lost World", with two scientists looking at me.*
I mumble, "Where, where am i?"
Scientist 1: Its a suscess!
Scientist 2: Yes! YES!
What am i? Who am i?
Scientist 2: You are our experiment, you are a mutant humanoid creeper, and your name, is Ator-14.
Im now growling, with anger filled in my body.
"You will not tell me what my name is, my name is Drakk Ator! You are nothing but a hive of maggots!"
Scientist 1: I think Ator-14 is mad.
"MY NAME IS NOT ATOR-14!!"
*all of a sudden, i use pschyokinesis, makeing the scientists fly across the testing room*
Scientist 1: Crap! its enraged! Send the guards!
*breaking myself free from the metal strips across my body, arms, and legs, standing up*
"You are nothing too me. You are fools, I AM DRAKK!!" *floats up with pschyokinesis, breaking the ceiling, then floats away to free land near the entrance to the labs, and falls and runs away with fast speed, going to "The Lost World"
Name: Dragon
Age: 14
Alignment: Good
Job: Wanderer
Tools:
Weapons and Armor: A crude leather vest and a pointy stick
Other: Dragon became a wanderer after his town was attacked and he became the only survivor. After living in the wilderness he has developed a strong human body and good instincts.
RP experience: I've roleplayed many times! It is my favorite thing to do.
Rp time:
Dragon runs around in a forest looking for food
"Aw man....there is nothing here! Ever since my village was raided I have had nothing but bad luck ever since!"
Dragon starts crying.
A bush in the distance rustles
Dragon stop crying and says," What was that?"
'A bear jumps out and attacks Dragon. Dragon is knocked down, but rolls away and gets up.'
A wild bear appeared! (pokemon reference)
Dragon's Hp: 20/20
Wild Bear's Hp: 25/25
Wild Bear quickly swipes at Dragon!
Deals 5 points to Dragon.
Dragon's Hp: 15/20
Dragon charges at the Bear and stabs it!
Deals 5 points to Wild Bear.
Wild Bear's Hp: 20/25
Dragon stabs Wild Bear!
Critical Hit! Deals 15 points to bear!
Wild Bear is badly injured and falls down.
Dragon kicks Wild Bear!
Death blow!
"Yay! With this meat I could live for a week!"
'Dragon sees a green humanoid figure (Drakk Ator) running to his direction'
"What is that? Hello?"
'The figure runs straight into Dragon and they both topple over'
"Ouch! What was that for?!"
((No offense or anything, Gagetet, but you probably should have given us a more detailed story, such as the kingdoms, races, and civilization of this world of yours. You should describe the important people such as kings and deities, and the characteristics of your version of "good and evil".))
[[Will do..working on it currently]]
[Alright, well...lets get it going. Everyone who has posted so far has been accepted!]
Gage wakes up to the endless sound of clucking, rubbing his eyes. Day three in this strange world. "God...gotta make a real shelter, because this little cave isn't really gonna do," he says quietly. he peaks around the side of the opening checking to make sure the way is clear of those silent, exploding things who have a tendency for sneaking up on you.
"Seems clear..." he says, walking out into the bright sunlight.
Name: Niarlehh IGN: mariobrowser621 Age: 15 Alignment: Good Job: Hero Tools:None Weapons and Armor: Silver plated armor, torches, and a stone sword. Other: Brave and fierce, not afraid to fight. Good fighter, works well with other people and loves to have people come along on his travels.
RP experience: I've role played a lot, I have played Runescape and Adventure Quest, i do play with Legos. So i do occasionally act out like my Lego Characters.
Character Bio: Niarlehh is an orphan viking, he was never taught to love the world. But to survive on his own. At the age of 8 he had killed his first dragon. But along his travels trying to find any source of communication, he had found out about his secret past, his father is being kept by the evil warlord clan The Gruandul. So he ventures off into the wilderness meeting new followers to rescue his father and reclaim his honor.
Also Niarlehh means hell fire in viking language :biggrin.gif:
(I'll edit the post tomorrow to start roleplaying, but tbh, I don't want futuristic stuff ( Psychonesis or w/e...) or rpg type crap like Person's hp: 100 Enemy's hp: 74 Enemy hits player for 25 damage. I don't want that, that's not roleplay... Roleplay is supposed to be like real life, not some fancy super made up kiddy land where you can do whatever you want, I want realism in here guys.)
((I agree with Jinx completely. C'mon, pay attention to the background. Pyrohunter792, you are sort of godmodding with your story. This is a Minecraft roleplay forum, not a pokemon game or future lab experiment story.))
Lannaeus
Lannaeus had just come back from a fairly satisfying hunting session. Two woodland rabbits and a deer would not be so bad for dinner tonight, Lannaeus thought. After the dinner, Lannaeus went to his pile of wool in the corner and fell asleep.
After a couple nights, Lannaeus started having strange dreams. The repeating, foggy visions he had in his sleep consisted of a Dark Man with a chilling aura. After flashes of red light, he would hear a shrieking woman and wake up sweating. Thus, he was scared to go to sleep and had sunken eyes. Lannaeus concluded that his mother was murdered, and often traveled quite a few kilometers from his shed to explore the land.
(I'll edit the post tomorrow to start roleplaying, but tbh, I don't want futuristic stuff ( Psychonesis or w/e...) or rpg type crap like Person's hp: 100 Enemy's hp: 74 Enemy hits player for 25 damage. I don't want that, that's not roleplay... Roleplay is supposed to be like real life, not some fancy super made up kiddy land where you can do whatever you want, I want realism in here guys.)
[[Thank you. I agree completely. None of what Jinx mentioned. Roleplaying is like writing a story that other people can interchange and add there own parts to.]]
As he stood, wiping the water from his mouth after drinking from the small pond, Gage looked around. 'Shelter..' his mind automatically clicked into productive mode. "Wood comes first...but how? the only solution Gage could think of was punching at the thick trunk of the tree. Taking a breath, he clenched his fists and swung. The impact of his fist on the wood made a thick clunk sound. 'It cracks?!' he thought, bewildered at either the strength in his blow or the fragility of the wood.
Welcome to the Lost World, Ladies and Gentlemen. A beautifully shaped world with a variety of natural monoliths, caves, caverns, mountains, and seasonal regions where the water flows infinitely and the days are freakishly short. But beware, failure to build an adequate shelter will lead to disaster as many prowlers of the night including Skelly archers, Zombie henchmen and Spider-beasts! Should one run into two curious floating lights, RUN! Him, Lord of the Night, is on you!
EDIT: THE LOST WORLD BACKGROUND
The Lost World, A.K.A Ci'diuna By It's Inhabitants(Who No one knows of yet, since both of the Major Factions are hidden as of yet. I am currently accepting applications for 1 warrior and one scout, each from a different warring faction) is, despite it's natural beauty, a warring land. The Noble Kingdom of Ci'diuir(Named for the land), ruled by King Renaus is a Kingdom of true, honest people who work hard to make an honest living and stand by each others side when a dangerous situation arises. The kingdom once had a vast army of Noble Swordsmen and Archers and knights, but the continuous attacks of The Graundulen forces has shed the numbers greatly.
The Gruandul, or the Rulers of the Dark are a kingdom of merciless killers who care only for themselves, their money and their alcohol. They will stab you in the back first chance they get if money is involved, and live off the people. Lord Jinter, a merciless, unjust and unfair man, is the head monarch of the Graundul court, and older brother of Renaus. Jinter made and oath of night to kill his younger brother, and swears he will succeed with his own blade of obsidian.
Newcomers of Ci'duina, the fate of The Lost World rests in your hands. Will you fight for the Good, and join Ci'diuir and King Renaus as he fights to overcome the darkness, or will you join embrace the night, and Join Jinter in his scourge of shadows? There are MANY choices to be made, and they are all yours to make as you explore this alien world and fight for your survival in THE LOST WORLD!
!!!!!!!EDIT!!!!!!!!
The People of Ci'diuna
Thanks to Sidewanderer a.k.a. Larkus
Letherians: A Race even more ancient than the Aetherians or Netherians, the Letherians are the original people of the Once Lether Realm. Lether was a realm of Beautiful, mystical forests with great trees and mystifying plant and animal life. Burned down my Nethara at the start of the Aetherian Era, Very few survived, and fewer still lived long enough to escape the forsaken realm they once called home. With the Realm of Lether obliterated, and few Letherian Tribes trapped inside as the last portal was seized by Nethara and her legion, Nethara claimed the cursed realm for her own, and thus the Lether became the Nether, and the remaining survivors of Lether trapped inside became the first Netherians. Two full Tribes escaped the portals, and one remains due to a tribal war fourteen hundred centuries before the fall of Aether. The tribe, though unknown even to Jinter and his greatest spies, live in the Great Moongaze Basin, a small bowl formed by mountains encircling a perfectly fertile patch of ground, and a small lake formed by a Water gush about 50 feet above the surface of the lake.
The Human Race: The most common of all *sane* races; Most of the Kingdom of Ci'diuir consists of Humans. Known for their passion, their strength and their ability to love, but also their prowess in combat training. Many humans, though are dark and sinister, and sell themselves to the Nether to live the Half life of the Graunduls.
The Graundul: As the age of Aetheria came to a bloody end, Many gates to the Nether were opened, letting the corrupt, dark spirits of the underworld into our world. Many Humans, afraid of being wiped out, agreed to aid the Netherians, swearing oaths of blood to the Dark Court of Netheria. This meant that half of their soul would be torn from their body, tormented eternally, and forced to roam the Nether, while a Halfling(Evil spirit of the Nether) took over the rest of the weakened human's soul feeding on and corrupting his mind until the demon would take over the Human completely. Since the fall of the Aetherian People, almost half of what used to be of the race of men has given themselves to the Dark Court of Netheria. Few of the First Graundul remain alive as high officers of Jinter's Armies.
Zombies/Skeletons: The foot soldiers and bulk of the masses of Graundul's armies. Though Each of the High Graundul officer commands their own small army of mindless zombies and skeletal archers, Jinter's army is made entirely of Zombie and Skeletal Elites.
[Zombie/Skeletal]Elites:An advanced form of Netherian Magik brings these undead soldiers back to life, but the worst part is, they still have control over their minds. Armoured and armed to the teethwith ancient weapons, these creatures are swear fealty to Jinter and his High Officers only, and only elites fill the masses of Jinter's own army.
Most portals to the Aether have been destroyed, and most Nether portals are within Granduli territory.
Known Aetherians: King Renaus is the only known survivor of the Aetherian Race, and is a Pure Blooded Aetherian. The first Born Son of Aethan and Nethara
Known Netherians: Jinter Was the first born Netherian, Second son of Aethan and Nethara.
Character Apps:
(Should go like this)
Name: Gage
Age: 17
Alignment: Good
Job: Wanderer
Tools:(Must be built and Aquired through roleplay, so don't bother putting any)
Weapons and Armor: (Same as tools)
Other: Known to some as "The Wanderer"
RP experience: I've roleplayed on various forums, roleplay sites, roleplay games, etc. for the last 5 years.
Rules:
1. NO GODMODDING/METAGAMING/POWERGAMING-no controlling anyone, or saying that you automatically hit them despite their rp. A Correct interaction should look like this.
"Gage attempted to smack the spider with the block of wood"
"Spider would block, and attempt to pwn Gage"
"Gage would dodge, jumping to the side..."
and so on and so forth
2. NO GRIEFING: I know this is just a forum, but no destroying people's rp'd home for no reason, people.
3. HAVE FUN: This is an rp, not an essay. Have fun and don't try and write a seven page response to a paragraph long rp. ALWAYS REMEMBER QUALITY BEATS QUANTITY!!
Age: 18
Alignment: Neutral
Job: Wanderer
Tools: Nothing
Weapons and Armor: a wooden stick and some rags for clothes
Other: average strength
Age: 23
Alignment: Evil
Job: Mage of the Black Robes
Tools:
Weapons and Armor: Only a leather tunic and a small iron dagger, gold running up the middle of the blade. His silky black robe flows down his body as he walks.
Other/Bio: Ever since a kid, Chris has been picked on and beaten up, not only by peers but elders too. He decided to take up magic to defend himself because of his small body frame and little strength. As he grew older, his skills with magic grew along with his body, he bought himself a dagger, both to preform rituals and to defend himself if he ever uses all of his magic in one and is not able to recover. At around age 19, he traveled far to take the test to become a mage. When he had completed the test, he had chosen to become a mage of the Red Robes, the neutral mages. But in time, he began to grow hatred to others and turned to the dark goddess to give him even more power than he already had. Now he comes to this world, seeking to cause harm to the other inhabitants and make alliances with the other people aligned to the Evil side of life.
RP experience: I have roleplayed on many Garry's mod roleplay servers, all serious. I've also had much experience with just chat roleplay in both skype and steam chats. This has been going on for about four years.
(P.S. Thanks for taking the time to read all of that!)
Age: 16 years
Alignment: Neutral
Job: Minecraft Guide/Survival Expert
Tools: His Mind
Weapons: Obsidian Sword (from Notch)
Other: Randomly Appears, Wise Insights and Knows What He's Doing
Not much is known about Him other than he's done this before.
Age:13
Allignment:good
Job:adventurer
Weapons:steel butterfly swords
Armor: thick iron chainmail and iron leggings
Other: is skilled with duel weapons, and is strong.
Age: ??
Alignment: Evil
Job: Shadow Mage
Tools: ,
Weapons and Armor: A hooded black robe, some simple cloth pants, and a old pair of leather shoes. Darkly also rarely uses 'weapons' and prefers to use his magical skills to attack his enemies.
Bio: He is a evil mage who lives inside of the Nether, who has been twisted by his unknown past. His age is unknown due to the hood he always wears covering his face... His magical power is said to be immense, with admirable agility to back that up. Not to mention that he's been allied with the monsters that traverse not only the regular world, but the Nether too.
Other: He however, has a weakness. He is still human. He still feels emotion, sadness, anger, joy... all of them. And in spite of countless attempts to repress these feelings, they're still there. The few who have escaped him say that he could have just as easily killed them. But he didn't... Oh and he hates light. Absolutely despises it. (I guess that's what happens when you live in darkness for several years)
Age: 20
Alignment: Neutral
Job: Free
Tools:The empty hand
Weapons and Armor: Nothing
Other: Works with Celerycoloured, Hedgehogflavour and gorrilasandwich. Hates grief and unfairness. Likes to do different jobs.
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Age: 17
Alignment: Neutral
Job: Weaponsmith, Miner, Bowman
Looks: Lannaeus has large-ish, pointy ears and naturally volumed water-fall like blue hair reaching past his shoulders. Sunken eyes result from lack of sleep and the craving for exploration and traveling. He is muscular, yet skinny. Walks bearfeet as to keep stealth.
Tools: Blacksmith's Hammer, Pickaxe
Weapons and Armor: Bow and all types of arrows, Dagger, Icebolt spells. Wears brown and green dragonskin leather (I hope that's not godmodding o.o) to camouflage himself.
Character Bio: Lannaeus was an Elfish archer living solitarily in the woods. He does not remember his childhood since he woke up inside a cave last night. Lannaeus, besides having a hobby at hunting and forging weapons, sought to seek the truths to his childhood ever since. Lannaeus discovered one night when he was frustrated about being alone in this world that he was a magician. Anger seemed to make him accidentally form faint balls of floating ice which orbit his chest. A faint, cloudy memory formed in his mind of a little elfish boy in the desert standing in front of some "ice sculptures" of several chickens.
RP experience: I haven't RPed in a while, but I have RPed in several different stories. Started two years ago; I'm back into the experience because I realized I had quit a fun and valuable hobby. I love making stories.
Nickname (likes to be called this):Pyro
Species: Mutant humanoid creeper
Age: 10
Alignment: Netural
Job: Depends
Weapons and Armor: iron boots. stone sword. Pschyokinesis.
Other: Very strong. Fast.
RP experience: AWESOME.
CLICK IT FOR GOD SAKES, IT ONLY HAS TWO DAYS.
*wakes up in a lab not far away from "The Lost World", with two scientists looking at me.*
I mumble, "Where, where am i?"
Scientist 1: Its a suscess!
Scientist 2: Yes! YES!
What am i? Who am i?
Scientist 2: You are our experiment, you are a mutant humanoid creeper, and your name, is Ator-14.
Im now growling, with anger filled in my body.
"You will not tell me what my name is, my name is Drakk Ator! You are nothing but a hive of maggots!"
Scientist 1: I think Ator-14 is mad.
"MY NAME IS NOT ATOR-14!!"
*all of a sudden, i use pschyokinesis, makeing the scientists fly across the testing room*
Scientist 1: Crap! its enraged! Send the guards!
*breaking myself free from the metal strips across my body, arms, and legs, standing up*
"You are nothing too me. You are fools, I AM DRAKK!!" *floats up with pschyokinesis, breaking the ceiling, then floats away to free land near the entrance to the labs, and falls and runs away with fast speed, going to "The Lost World"
CLICK IT FOR GOD SAKES, IT ONLY HAS TWO DAYS.
Age: 14
Alignment: Good
Job: Wanderer
Tools:
Weapons and Armor: A crude leather vest and a pointy stick
Other: Dragon became a wanderer after his town was attacked and he became the only survivor. After living in the wilderness he has developed a strong human body and good instincts.
RP experience: I've roleplayed many times! It is my favorite thing to do.
Rp time:
Dragon runs around in a forest looking for food
"Aw man....there is nothing here! Ever since my village was raided I have had nothing but bad luck ever since!"
Dragon starts crying.
A bush in the distance rustles
Dragon stop crying and says," What was that?"
'A bear jumps out and attacks Dragon. Dragon is knocked down, but rolls away and gets up.'
A wild bear appeared! (pokemon reference)
Dragon's Hp: 20/20
Wild Bear's Hp: 25/25
Wild Bear quickly swipes at Dragon!
Deals 5 points to Dragon.
Dragon's Hp: 15/20
Dragon charges at the Bear and stabs it!
Deals 5 points to Wild Bear.
Wild Bear's Hp: 20/25
Wild Bear viciously bites Dragon.
Dragon dodges it!
Dragon stabs Wild Bear!
Critical Hit! Deals 15 points to bear!
Wild Bear is badly injured and falls down.
Dragon kicks Wild Bear!
Death blow!
"Yay! With this meat I could live for a week!"
'Dragon sees a green humanoid figure (Drakk Ator) running to his direction'
"What is that? Hello?"
'The figure runs straight into Dragon and they both topple over'
"Ouch! What was that for?!"
[[Will do..working on it currently]]
[Alright, well...lets get it going. Everyone who has posted so far has been accepted!]
Gage wakes up to the endless sound of clucking, rubbing his eyes. Day three in this strange world. "God...gotta make a real shelter, because this little cave isn't really gonna do," he says quietly. he peaks around the side of the opening checking to make sure the way is clear of those silent, exploding things who have a tendency for sneaking up on you.
"Seems clear..." he says, walking out into the bright sunlight.
IGN: mariobrowser621
Age: 15
Alignment: Good
Job: Hero
Tools:None
Weapons and Armor: Silver plated armor, torches, and a stone sword.
Other: Brave and fierce, not afraid to fight. Good fighter, works well with other people and loves to have people come along on his travels.
RP experience: I've role played a lot, I have played Runescape and Adventure Quest, i do play with Legos. So i do occasionally act out like my Lego Characters.
Character Bio: Niarlehh is an orphan viking, he was never taught to love the world. But to survive on his own. At the age of 8 he had killed his first dragon. But along his travels trying to find any source of communication, he had found out about his secret past, his father is being kept by the evil warlord clan The Gruandul. So he ventures off into the wilderness meeting new followers to rescue his father and reclaim his honor.
Also Niarlehh means hell fire in viking language :biggrin.gif:
Lannaeus
Lannaeus had just come back from a fairly satisfying hunting session. Two woodland rabbits and a deer would not be so bad for dinner tonight, Lannaeus thought. After the dinner, Lannaeus went to his pile of wool in the corner and fell asleep.
After a couple nights, Lannaeus started having strange dreams. The repeating, foggy visions he had in his sleep consisted of a Dark Man with a chilling aura. After flashes of red light, he would hear a shrieking woman and wake up sweating. Thus, he was scared to go to sleep and had sunken eyes. Lannaeus concluded that his mother was murdered, and often traveled quite a few kilometers from his shed to explore the land.
Civilization was never in any direction.
[[Thank you. I agree completely. None of what Jinx mentioned. Roleplaying is like writing a story that other people can interchange and add there own parts to.]]
As he stood, wiping the water from his mouth after drinking from the small pond, Gage looked around. 'Shelter..' his mind automatically clicked into productive mode. "Wood comes first...but how? the only solution Gage could think of was punching at the thick trunk of the tree. Taking a breath, he clenched his fists and swung. The impact of his fist on the wood made a thick clunk sound. 'It cracks?!' he thought, bewildered at either the strength in his blow or the fragility of the wood.