Name: John Blightly (xP)
Age: 18
Alignment: Bad
Job: Simple Swordsman
Tools: A simple Wooden Pick, and Stone Sword.
Weapons and Armor: Worn-down Leather Armor, Stone Sword.
Other: Shy as he is, when angered, he's a Nightmare. He knows the basics of using a Sword, and is just above the Regular Swordsman in skill. His motto is 'Slice First, ask Questions Later' or... something...
RP experience: On Forums? None. Online Chatrooms? 3-4 Years Top. (Grammar Nazi; thou has't been warnith'd)
Bio: He was shown to the Evil a month after birth. A mark crosses his back, a Circle with a Symbol within it (Unknown how it was made) At 10, he started his training with the sword, but was lifted out from 13-17, so his experience with it is limited to 4 years.
John's P.O.V.
His patrol route was rather... lame, so to speak. He had to weave through trees, around a small pond, and back to a large Stone mass, which depicted the same Symbol which was on his back. If he encountered so much as a COW, he was to attack it and somehow use it as a benefit. Like that would happen. He had grown accustomed to talking to himself, and was doing it at that particular moment. "Ohhh, Marvin (His hand; he's slightly... insane), if only you knew what it was like to walk in an Ellipse all day, every day, only stopping for a drink, to eat, and to kill the occasional animal..." He cleared his throat and changed his voice. "Well, I understand. That's got to be quite depressing." He nodded blankly, then sighed. "What am I doing... I'm insane!" He stopped, looked up, and yelled "I'M INSANE!"
Name: Thomas
Age: 15
Alignment: Good
Job: Traveller
Tools:Wooden shovel and axe, built during his adventures in the wilderness
Weapons and Armor: sword and shield of wood, ^^
Other: Rumored to be somehow related to Him.
RP experience: I have enough to RP pretty well.
Beginning of Thomas' adventures in this Story:
Wet. That was the only description of this night.
The usual: Some logs for fire, a furnace from an old
town for torches, a workbench...And this strange crystal.
I found it in my travels, but...It seems heavenly. Since it was raining,
i had to use some cobblestone for a working shelter for the fire. Not much...
BANG. The explosion was huge. "Creeper." I said. Usually, i never managed
to get a working shelter up. "I hate creepers." Thankfully, it exploded before
it could reach me. Some skeleton shooting arrows at me got in the way and hit the
creeper...Sometimes, i wonder whether skeletons mean harm or not. Suddenly,
another creeper attacked.... But it didn't move. It didn't explode...Then, it got shot.
Usually, at least one creeper wasn't going to attack me...And then it explodes a skeleton.
Suddenly...I saw a strange array of white lights...Two...Eyes? "Damn...." With that word,
i quickly picked up the stones, the bench and furnace, and RAN AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!
I suddenly wake up in a castle that is filthy and old. I have come from a city I built, but when I stepped in a natural portal, I did not go to the nether, instead I went here. I have lots of and gold with me, so I feel rather happy, so I can afford a living.
Someone quickly dragged me outside the castle gates, to my surprise it was a . The creeper was called Nage, and he told me this place of Gruandul, is evil and has to be destroyed. I used my money to gather a group of wanderers and bounty hunters and made machines such as redstone swords, tnt cannons. We sieged the castle, but it was made of obsidian and I saw a person holding an obsidian sword. A strong wave came and I blacked out...
When I woke up, I was safe in a hut, with Nage and and an unnamed bounty hunter I hired all sleeping beside me. "Hello," a voice said, "My name is Gage!"
[[MineDVD you godmodded. I am currently on my own, where no one know where i am...as are other people....if you want in...thats how you start unless someone invites you or you invite them. plus...none of us has the means to hire anyone, nor that many diamonds...1 at most. Tlc2010, thats fine.... we can rp that out.]]
In a few hours, all the trees around the pond[5 of them] were gone, broken into surprisingly even, and even more surprisingly square chunks of wood. There were 25 in all, plus a pile of small saplings. Gage sighed, waving his sore-knuckled hand around to loosen it up. "Midday.." he said quietly to himself, looking up before bending down and taking another large gulp from the cool, clear blue pool of water. "Just gotta figure out how to make some planks out of these..." he said walking over to the large chunks of brown wood.
He sat, his face hidden behind his hands. He heard a rustling suddenly, and jolted up. Out of the bush proceeded at least four pigs. He raised his sword, and charged. He sliced through them, muttering to himself encouragement that this was just like real battle. Afterwards, he skinned their meat off, and used the bones as a necklace. "Man, I'm brutal..." He threw up his hands, and the sword shot upward. It landed in front of him, and he sat, thinking. He started muttering to himself again. "I never get to see any action..."
I am again captured by the Grandul. They locked me in a tower of obsidian, finding Nage in it. I found a chest left by the previous prisoner, it contained some redstone and some other materials. I built a redstone circuit with a pressure plate. I try to use the Morse code to communicate with the outsiders, weeks past until someone seems to understand me...
(I expect to meet someone(Any person) later...)
Gage please tell me if I am breaking any of your rules please!!!
I am again captured by the Grandul. They locked me in a tower of obsidian, finding Nage in it. I found a chest left by the previous prisoner, it contained some redstone and some other materials. I built a redstone circuit with a pressure plate. I try to use the Morse code to communicate with the outsiders, weeks past until someone seems to understand me...
(I expect to meet someone(Any person) later...)
Gage please tell me if I am breaking any of your rules please!!!
[[thats a little better, but, unless you are a native of this world, which, by mentioning Grandul, you probably are, then you shouldn't know to much about the world's technology[redstone] or languages[morse code] and you completely forgot to apply your character app!!]]
[[wait nvm scratch that yeah you did...just read back through everything sorry....but you didnt add if you are a native to this world........or a warpee'. My character is a Warpee' where i have just been warped to this world a day before.]]
((Morgan, I think it's safe to say you are sort of godmodding as a bio for your character. Diamond pickaxe? Encrusted with GOLD? You also have two character apps...what gives?))
Pulling out a piece of raw pork, Lannaeus sat down on the tall hill and chomped down. One side of the hill was a cliff. The pork wasn't the best meal you could ask for (in fact, it tasted horrible), but Lannaeus was hungry, and home was far. Looking to the west, he saw the sun sinking at a surprisingly fast speed. I won't get home in time, Lannaeus thought. He was way too far from home. In fact, Lannaeus had never even been stuck outside during nightfall before. (Being a warpee, Lannaeus has only been in this Lost World for four days.) He soon noticed he sat there thinking deeply for too long. Being outside, alone, at nighttime made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he didn't know why. He shivered. Lannaeus lay down on the grass. It was pitch black now. Then, as soon as he heard a loud, chilling moan that sounded too much like the undead, --
Wait. Zombies don't exist. Looking up, Lannaeus stared straight back into the face of a rotting, eyeless supposed-to-be-dead human. This monster isn't supposed to be walking. It's supposed to be resting six feet underground topped with dirt and a tombstone.
Name: Akarus
Age: 25
Alignment: Evil
Job: Assassin
Tools: A Lockpick. (i think it's a tool)
Weapons and Armor: Two curved daggers, and a leather cloak.
Other: Almost nothing is known about him.
RP experience: I've roleplayed on various forums and in Warcraft III. I've got a plenty of experience, but i'm not English so i'm not always literate.
I have never been to this world, I am sure I have come from another land, but I could not remember. I have a little knowledge of the magic of the redstone, but I could not remember who taught me, the only thing I remember is something that echos in my head every night in my dreams: "Use the gates to defeat the Grandul, if they are not there, build them. Gage is the hero, he will figure out everything in time.", then I see a faint images of torches and strange wires flashing everywhere...
(Maybe I shall find clues to my past somewhere...)
As of then, he snapped up when a Skeleton gave him the stare. He quickly showed the Mark, and the Skeleton kept walking. He started walking along his route again, and saw a Zombie, looking at a body on the ground curiously. He approached quickly, and waved his sword. "Shoo, shoo! Leave!" The Zombie seemed to grumble, and walked away. I pulled out the slightly rusted bucket I had and rushed over to the lake. I got a bucket-full, and rushed back over. I dropped the water from the bucket onto the man, who seemed to be unconscious, I supposed, and waited. Hopefully he's dead... I could say I killed him!No, that's wrong thinking! Don't say that!
It took him a total of an hour to figure out how to fashion his chunks of wood into crudely even planks, and then the long part of four hours to finish his construction of a small, rectangular hut. It stood big enough for a number of three men at the most, and had small, square windows at the very top where the wall and the roof came together so Gage could see the sky. On each of the four walls, a leaf-adorned stick stuck out, allowing Gage to light the leaves for torches. They would not last long, but one night of light was better than none, And he could always light one at a time and be conservative. The door was a very thick, very sturdy piece of bark that was, believe it or not, the perfectly shaped rectangle. Carving makeshift hinges out of a chunk of wood, and using a sizable stone as a handle, Gage was able to fashion it into a perfect door for his hut.
The sun was beginning to set as he finally stepped out to admire his days work. It was surprisingly, more comforting and less crude looking, but one would still call it "Rough around the edges." Gage bent and took a large gulp from his cool pool of water, then stood, searching the skies. 'Eight nights and no sign of home...'He was beginning to wonder if he would ever get back. As the dark fell, Gage reached into his pocket, pulled out his matchbook, and lit the torch on the closest wall, then pulled his door tightly shut for the night. 'At least i'll be protected.'
((Now, this is probably just me being OCD and a b**ch, but I just want to point out you don't use any periods or capitals in your literature, which sort of annoys me, especially in roleplaying.))
Lannaeus woke up on sand by a beach. The briney water was gently lapping the shores, weaving between his legs as he sat up. He wondered if he had died. Looking up, he noticed a cliff next to him and at the vrey top, the exact place where he fainted last night. Why hadn't the zombie eaten him? I have to get...wait...I have a home! ...do I? I can't...
Lannaeus couldn't remember anything. What am I doing here? I'm...I'm Lannaeus.
And that was all he could remember about himself: that his name was Lannaeus.
He was too thirsty to think at the moment. So thirsty, that he dipped his face straight into the ocean and gulped down a mouthful of saltwater before rising his head and vomiting. The seawater had only dried up his throat more. He fell onto his knees in the shallow tidepools, thinking he might as well die right there. Surprisingly, to his luck, a stream was flowing into the ocean about fifty yards away. He sprinted towards it with what little strength he had left, collapsed in the clean, clear water, and took the most refreshing drink he had ever had (not that he remembered any refreshing drink before).
After sitting up was when Lannaeus started to think about shelter. For some reason, he felt that the night was dangerous even if he was alone in this world.
He dragged the body over to the small hut he was granted at the beginning of his patrol. He put the body on the small, makeshift bed, and stood outside, waiting for said person to awaken. Although taking around an hour, the person finally woke up, but John didn't know.
Maximus P.O.V.
"Where...?" I slowly sat up, and saw a man standing at the door. He was dressed rather... weird... was that Armor? And a sword? Was I prisoner or something? It was hard to remember. I stood up slowly, and found a dagger on the desk to my side. I slowly picked it up, and approached the 'Guard'.
John
He hadn't heard anything yet, but he had a slight... feeling. Just as he turned, a knife was thrust into his stomach. He sputtered, and blood leaked from his mouth. "****..."
Name: Soma
Age: 15
Alignment: Neutral (could change)
Job: Hunter
Tools: [>>-i>] [>>-i>] [>>-i>]
Weapons and Armor: Green hooded cloak
Other:Has a small pet slime named Jerry
Got lost at sea and ended up at the island
RP experience:Numerous MMORPGS
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Netherbase FTW?
Game currently annoying the **** out of me: Castlevania aria of sorrow
name:andy
age:9
job:animal tamer
bio:was abandoned by his parents when he was five. fell in a a crate on a boat that crashed on a rock he was left behind on the islands. he has long blond hair and wears leather jeans and a coat.
tools:none
armor:none
aligment:could change any second
other:he has a pet baby creeper
rp exspereence:my first post is this one
Also will this turn into an epic novel or what?
[Notch] [iapprove]
Heil [Notch]
Age: 18
Alignment: Bad
Job: Simple Swordsman
Tools: A simple Wooden Pick, and Stone Sword.
Weapons and Armor: Worn-down Leather Armor, Stone Sword.
Other: Shy as he is, when angered, he's a Nightmare. He knows the basics of using a Sword, and is just above the Regular Swordsman in skill. His motto is 'Slice First, ask Questions Later' or... something...
RP experience: On Forums? None. Online Chatrooms? 3-4 Years Top. (Grammar Nazi; thou has't been warnith'd)
Bio: He was shown to the Evil a month after birth. A mark crosses his back, a Circle with a Symbol within it (Unknown how it was made) At 10, he started his training with the sword, but was lifted out from 13-17, so his experience with it is limited to 4 years.
John's P.O.V.
His patrol route was rather... lame, so to speak. He had to weave through trees, around a small pond, and back to a large Stone mass, which depicted the same Symbol which was on his back. If he encountered so much as a COW, he was to attack it and somehow use it as a benefit. Like that would happen. He had grown accustomed to talking to himself, and was doing it at that particular moment. "Ohhh, Marvin (His hand; he's slightly... insane), if only you knew what it was like to walk in an Ellipse all day, every day, only stopping for a drink, to eat, and to kill the occasional animal..." He cleared his throat and changed his voice. "Well, I understand. That's got to be quite depressing." He nodded blankly, then sighed. "What am I doing... I'm insane!" He stopped, looked up, and yelled "I'M INSANE!"
Age: 15
Alignment: Good
Job: Traveller
Tools:Wooden shovel and axe, built during his adventures in the wilderness
Weapons and Armor: sword and shield of wood, ^^
Other: Rumored to be somehow related to Him.
RP experience: I have enough to RP pretty well.
Beginning of Thomas' adventures in this Story:
Wet. That was the only description of this night.
The usual: Some logs for fire, a furnace from an old
town for torches, a workbench...And this strange crystal.
I found it in my travels, but...It seems heavenly. Since it was raining,
i had to use some cobblestone for a working shelter for the fire. Not much...
BANG. The explosion was huge. "Creeper." I said. Usually, i never managed
to get a working shelter up. "I hate creepers." Thankfully, it exploded before
it could reach me. Some skeleton shooting arrows at me got in the way and hit the
creeper...Sometimes, i wonder whether skeletons mean harm or not. Suddenly,
another creeper attacked.... But it didn't move. It didn't explode...Then, it got shot.
Usually, at least one creeper wasn't going to attack me...And then it explodes a skeleton.
Suddenly...I saw a strange array of white lights...Two...Eyes? "Damn...." With that word,
i quickly picked up the stones, the bench and furnace, and RAN AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!
(I expect to run into Gage.)
Someone quickly dragged me outside the castle gates, to my surprise it was a . The creeper was called Nage, and he told me this place of Gruandul, is evil and has to be destroyed. I used my money to gather a group of wanderers and bounty hunters and made machines such as redstone swords, tnt cannons. We sieged the castle, but it was made of obsidian and I saw a person holding an obsidian sword. A strong wave came and I blacked out...
When I woke up, I was safe in a hut, with Nage and and an unnamed bounty hunter I hired all sleeping beside me. "Hello," a voice said, "My name is Gage!"
.......................
[Notch] [iapprove]
Heil [Notch]
In a few hours, all the trees around the pond[5 of them] were gone, broken into surprisingly even, and even more surprisingly square chunks of wood. There were 25 in all, plus a pile of small saplings. Gage sighed, waving his sore-knuckled hand around to loosen it up. "Midday.." he said quietly to himself, looking up before bending down and taking another large gulp from the cool, clear blue pool of water. "Just gotta figure out how to make some planks out of these..." he said walking over to the large chunks of brown wood.
(I expect to meet someone(Any person) later...)
Gage please tell me if I am breaking any of your rules please!!!
[Notch] [iapprove]
Heil [Notch]
[[thats a little better, but, unless you are a native of this world, which, by mentioning Grandul, you probably are, then you shouldn't know to much about the world's technology[redstone] or languages[morse code] and you completely forgot to apply your character app!!]]
Pulling out a piece of raw pork, Lannaeus sat down on the tall hill and chomped down. One side of the hill was a cliff. The pork wasn't the best meal you could ask for (in fact, it tasted horrible), but Lannaeus was hungry, and home was far. Looking to the west, he saw the sun sinking at a surprisingly fast speed. I won't get home in time, Lannaeus thought. He was way too far from home. In fact, Lannaeus had never even been stuck outside during nightfall before. (Being a warpee, Lannaeus has only been in this Lost World for four days.) He soon noticed he sat there thinking deeply for too long. Being outside, alone, at nighttime made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he didn't know why. He shivered. Lannaeus lay down on the grass. It was pitch black now. Then, as soon as he heard a loud, chilling moan that sounded too much like the undead, --
Wait. Zombies don't exist. Looking up, Lannaeus stared straight back into the face of a rotting, eyeless supposed-to-be-dead human. This monster isn't supposed to be walking. It's supposed to be resting six feet underground topped with dirt and a tombstone.
At the sight of it, Lannaeus fainted.
Age: 25
Alignment: Evil
Job: Assassin
Tools: A Lockpick. (i think it's a tool)
Weapons and Armor: Two curved daggers, and a leather cloak.
Other: Almost nothing is known about him.
RP experience: I've roleplayed on various forums and in Warcraft III. I've got a plenty of experience, but i'm not English so i'm not always literate.
(Maybe I shall find clues to my past somewhere...)
(Gage please save me from the Grandul!)
[Notch] [iapprove]
Heil [Notch]
The sun was beginning to set as he finally stepped out to admire his days work. It was surprisingly, more comforting and less crude looking, but one would still call it "Rough around the edges." Gage bent and took a large gulp from his cool pool of water, then stood, searching the skies. 'Eight nights and no sign of home...'He was beginning to wonder if he would ever get back. As the dark fell, Gage reached into his pocket, pulled out his matchbook, and lit the torch on the closest wall, then pulled his door tightly shut for the night. 'At least i'll be protected.'
Lannaeus woke up on sand by a beach. The briney water was gently lapping the shores, weaving between his legs as he sat up. He wondered if he had died. Looking up, he noticed a cliff next to him and at the vrey top, the exact place where he fainted last night. Why hadn't the zombie eaten him? I have to get...wait...I have a home! ...do I? I can't...
Lannaeus couldn't remember anything. What am I doing here? I'm...I'm Lannaeus.
And that was all he could remember about himself: that his name was Lannaeus.
He was too thirsty to think at the moment. So thirsty, that he dipped his face straight into the ocean and gulped down a mouthful of saltwater before rising his head and vomiting. The seawater had only dried up his throat more. He fell onto his knees in the shallow tidepools, thinking he might as well die right there. Surprisingly, to his luck, a stream was flowing into the ocean about fifty yards away. He sprinted towards it with what little strength he had left, collapsed in the clean, clear water, and took the most refreshing drink he had ever had (not that he remembered any refreshing drink before).
After sitting up was when Lannaeus started to think about shelter. For some reason, he felt that the night was dangerous even if he was alone in this world.
Thanks
[Notch] [iapprove]
Heil [Notch]
Maximus P.O.V.
"Where...?" I slowly sat up, and saw a man standing at the door. He was dressed rather... weird... was that Armor? And a sword? Was I prisoner or something? It was hard to remember. I stood up slowly, and found a dagger on the desk to my side. I slowly picked it up, and approached the 'Guard'.
John
He hadn't heard anything yet, but he had a slight... feeling. Just as he turned, a knife was thrust into his stomach. He sputtered, and blood leaked from his mouth. "****..."
Age: 15
Alignment: Neutral (could change)
Job: Hunter
Tools: [>>-i>] [>>-i>] [>>-i>]
Weapons and Armor: Green hooded cloak
Other:Has a small pet slime named Jerry
Got lost at sea and ended up at the island
RP experience:Numerous MMORPGS
Game currently annoying the **** out of me: Castlevania aria of sorrow
age:9
job:animal tamer
bio:was abandoned by his parents when he was five. fell in a a crate on a boat that crashed on a rock he was left behind on the islands. he has long blond hair and wears leather jeans and a coat.
tools:none
armor:none
aligment:could change any second
other:he has a pet baby creeper
rp exspereence:my first post is this one