o . o War has started in this RP... And My character didn't even get to declare it. Darn. xD EHM! LETSGETBACKONTOPIC! So... Please, Mr or Ms or Mrs or Mz construction worker... PLEASE apply! xD
RIGHT THEN. I LOVE APPLES. FEOKRIS, YOU WERE VERY TIRED.
Name: Draken W'slayn
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physical- Draken is a physically imposing man, standing at a towering 6' 4", and weighing around 210 lbs. He is mostly muscle, with arm and leg muscles sculpted as if from granite or marble. His torso is not much different, except with several long scars on his chest and abdomen from an encounter with a wild mountain lion. Draken has short jet black hair, and green eyes that seem to glow when angered or excited. His strong face has one scar across his left eye from the same mountain lion he soundly beat.
Clothing- Draken wears simple clothes, a green pull-over shirt with a leather jerkin. His leggings are simple, again, and black. He carries a shoulder-strapped pack, with all his construction tools and the like inside.
Personality: Initial perceptions of Draken are intimidating. Most people find his prying green eyes disturbing, simply because when he looks a person in the eye, he hardly ever blinks. However, when someone becomes close to Draken, he opens up, and is quite friendly, though still quiet.
Skills: Draken's strength is almost inhuman. He can lift about three times what a regular man could, on a bad day. Draken is also quite adept at construction, measuring angles and lengths quite accurately with his eyes only, and even more so with tools. His strength often helps him during construction projects.
Equipment: Draken arrived at the tent-town with a satchel full of construction tools, such as a hammer, saw, nails, and a ruler. He also carries a large, double-bladed battle-axe strapped to his left hip. This battle-axe had seen him through many tough times, from cutting down trees to thieves and raiders. It was scratched, notched and generally beaten-up, but still completely functional.
Bio: Draken was born in a town a long ways South from the tent-town he was destined to arrive. His life was never very easy; his family was reletively poor, and his town was not in a good spot for trade. Draken grew up in a close-knit family, with two other brothers and one sister, and a stern but loving father and caring mother. Draken was the second-eldest son, born as a twin with his sister. From his first concious memory with his sister, he became her protecter. He grew up constantly wrestling with his brother, often losing. He became so frustrated with his losses, that he started to stretch his strength to the limits. A few years of this, at age 13, he finally won his first tussle with his brother. This victory drove Draken to strengthen even more, and become a fighter. At age 15, he began fighting in matches with men twice his age, and often winning. Draken's father came to Draken's fights as often as he could, giving praise and advice for his victories, and giving mostly advice and encouragement for his losses. When Draken became of age to start a trade, he followed in his father's footsteps in construction, apprenticing under his father, and learning quickly and greatly, soon becoming as good as his father at his trade.
When Draken turned 21, he told his family he would soon leave for newer places and better fortune. His sister took it hardest, being about as close to Draken as she was to her hair, even more so. She begged to go with him, but he snuck out one night, and headed North, with the battle-axe his father handed down to him. He soon ended up in a new, developing tent town. Here he stands today.
One Liner: Draken W'slayn, the muscled, introverted contractor.
Suggestions: Doing quite well, Feokris. I noticed it was quite similar to Dawn of Civilization, but there is something different, some new element I cant put my finger on. Anyway, no suggestions. ;D
[WPIEHFGPWIJEAPJOKSFJRPGJS Late app. Distracted, not my best effort.]
Sting... Welcome to the RP! Thanks for being our construction worker! Now we can start! :biggrin.gif: and... I didn't see an apple in your bio, but... I might just be tired... *Wink-wink, nudge-nudge* Well... Witht hat said, let's start! xD
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Collin put his arms down after yelling into the sky, and laughed. "One tent. This is the town of Orchard. A one tent campsite." He sighed, and sat down, looking around. The area really was beautiful. A large apple orchard on three sides of the soon-to-be-city, and a large, beautiful lake in front of it. Collin stretched his arms and legs, and laid back on the grass, watching the clouds. "Maybe I'll see you same clouds some day when this place is a great empire..." He said, smiling to himself and closing his eyes.
[@Neil. It's mroe of a stumble upon it... Though, if you want, you can say you heard Collin talking about it in one of the other towns on the way, and decided to follow him. xD]
[@Black. We're starting in medieval times, and the goal is to work out way up to modern day tech and beyond. Though we also need to expand the reach of our empire while doing so. Pretty much, thing Civilization meets Minecraft. xD]
Brendan was outside, which was rare. His brilliance usually meant he was stuck inside, with all those idiots in the outside world. But on this fantastic day, he was out alone in the wilderness, searching for rare birds that he could analyze, and possibly dissect if he got his hands on one. The specific bird he was looking for was actually a blood-sucker, and it would be a curious thing to learn how it worked.
He stumbled out into a clearing, and furled his eyebrows. It was just supposed to be an expanse of forest past here. Were his maps dated? Regardless, he stormed through the field, heading to the other side. He completely ignored the man and the tent. That bird was his. The apple orchards were unneeded, the bird prayed on small animals, like rabbits. The lake, well, that was self explanatory. He just wanted to get to the other side.
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[Edited the app, Feokris. You must have been VERY tired ;D]
Draken had followed this Collin fellow from the previous two towns. Looking around at the site, he was unimpressed. Sure, it was pretty. That was it. The ground was soft, he noticed, not good for permanent foundations. Looking where he had come from, he noticed a forest not too far off to the west; building materials. The river behind him provided water. Proximity to the river was good for crops.
Draken's final appraisal: Not bad, not good.
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//VIRAL BEASTS\\ Go check it out. Or I'll get Absolete on your ass.
Name: Gillen Bosyer Age: 37 Gender: Boy Appearance: Gillen weight is about 170lbs, his height is 6 feet tall. His skin color is a bit dark and has a birth mark on his left arm, the birth mark is like a little bit slanting white and dark skin. Many people said that his head is big, that's why he usually wears a hat all the time. His hear is brightly dark-colored and eyes are brown colored. He wears a black slacks with a brown leather belt around his waist. Gillen also wears a white shirt on top and a ring on his right hand thumb. On his right wrist, there is a bracelet showing his past time life. And finally, his shoes are pointy leather-brown shoes. Personality: Gillen is usually a man that likes to laugh and make jokes, but in the other side, he is a man that has a not so good past life, he usually likes to be alone when there is no friend around. Usually very shy when speaking with someone face to face. When he writes a letter he will not have any shyness in him. He easily angry when someone likes to look down or bully him. If someone really is his close friend he will be very kind to them. In the other way around, the one who isn't his REAL friends, he will ignore and annoy them. One of his favorite hobbies is planing and drawing about huge structures on a paper, and also eating also :smile.gif:. Well, that should be all. Skills: Gillen is very good at calculating math, whether they are algebra, or geometry he can calculate them fast and accurate. He has something special, Gillen can make plans of huge cities with all detailed meters, centimeters, and all. Equipment: A sturdy stick with unit of measurements on it. He also carries a long steel sword for protection. And for one of his hobbies, he likes to have a little bag to put some delicious food in it. Bio: Gillen Bosyer, was a little boy born from a very little family that lives in a village on the far north of a future city. When he was about 8 years old, many people loved and adore him as a cute child, all his friends were jealous and likes plan on bullying him all the time. But when Gillen turned 14, nobody, even his friends would even wanted to talk to him because of his looks and body size. His body size that time was 5 feet and 6 inches tall. With a dark and tanned skin, it made him look furious all the time. One day, while he was sitting lonely in the corner of the road, two people, a girl and a boy, decided to talk to him, first they were scared of him, but after time passes. They knew that Gillen wasn't a bad boy, so they decided to play with him every day and when anyone bullies them they just call Gillen for help. As time flies, they were closer and closer, then the two friend again decided to buy a bracelet for three of them as a bond of friendship ( :tongue.gif: ). Soon, after a weeks passed by while everything was running smooth, a group of unknown people came and invaded his village, half of the village was gone, (His friends were gone too) only some of families are left behind. Gillen was very forlorn and crying, while looking at the bracelet, he intended to be a successful man in life and meet his friends again. After years passed, Gillen was now 20 and taking lessons from his father ( construction planning and mathematics), he was a fast learner and grew very strong in that lesson. Just as he hit 35 years old, he set off saying bye to his family and now, he is here, with an apple on the other hand :tongue.gif: . ( End! ) One Liner: Gillen, the brainstormer and calculator. Suggestions: :smile.gif: AWESOME no suggestions, never seen a RP about cities before :smile.gif:
Austin climbed the apple tree, groaning as a stretched muscle pulled. He reached out for a group of apples, throwing them into his satchel. Dropping, he noted that he had collected four. Eating one on his way down, he landed roughly.
"Just me and my thoughts out here..." Walking along the beach, he could not help but moan in anger at his situation. Between his small island and the massive island was a tributary of sorts, almost fifteen meters wide of rushing water. Walking over warily, he dipped a foot in. It appeared incredibly deep. "Anyone out there?" He yelled, hoping to get some attention.
Meanwhile, Vincent was in his office, trying to figure out how he can fix a medicine. His office looked more of like a lion's den than a normal office would be. As he rushed through all the papers scattered all over trying to find the information on what was wrong with the medicine. 'Screw this,' he sighed, as he walked slowly towards the window. He looked down on the window sill (( Curious.. Is it window seal or window sill? )) and found the paper he was looking for. So the medicine was supposedly meant to cure or heal the fever that has been going on quite a while. As he read through the information, Vincent finds that it can cause a chance of vomitting and coughing. Right after he read that, he clearly knew what to do with it, but first had to go find some dandelions and bright red apple skins. Which of course can only be found in the forest beside Orchard.
So he grabbed his bundle, filled it with the usual stuff and headed outside. The forest was basically beside him, but he also found a man beside a one-tent campsite. He looked very familiar...
(( Feo, can we make our characters like have met before? Also I apologize if I write badly :sad.gif: And bright red apple skins actually work in real life xD)
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@ Black: Is english your primary language?
@vMpee: You could have seen me, but we never have spoken before.]
Collin stood up and opened his eyes, having heard footsteps. He turned around to see Brendan walking off in the other direction, and walked over to him. "Hey... Hey!" He yelled, putting his hand on Brendan's shoulder, waiting for him to turn around.
[Neil's was pretty much direct contact, so I responded to him, Abso. YOu can say you heard the "Hey!" shout.]
"Not now. Studying. Need to find bloodsucking bird." He said, quickly and too the point. He didn't have time for more human interaction. He never did. He wanted to find out how this bird worked, so it would be possible for humans to utilize this and use animal blood as an actual substantial meal.
"Ever seen one?" He thought he'd ask. Couldn't hurt.
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Collin blinked. "Blood sucking bird..? Can't say I've seen one, but... I did see a dead Rabbit over by the lake... It wasn't mangled or anything... Just stiff." He said, wondering if that's what killed the critter.
Vincent couldn't help but leave his current quest temporarily, only because the man who was now talking to another. He ran with his bundle beside as fast as he can towards them. Vincent heard them talking about a rabbit by the lake,
"Hey!" He greeted them, rather loudly. And as he looked at the man who seemed awfully familiar said, "I couldn't help say this but, have I met you before?".
(( I know he hasn't met you before :tongue.gif: But my character doesn't ))
"Feeds near the lake. Great. Might actually help. Good to know the world isn't filled with compl-" Just then another man came running at them, screaming if he knew the other man. Brendan's palm hit his own face, and he stormed off in the general direction of the lake. Perhaps the birds were feeding, now. He began to think of explanations of why the birds were so rare. After a short while of brainstorming, he came up with the idea they may be cannibalistic, and fed off eachother.
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~DED
HOLD ON.
EDIT: Well, I need sleep now. At 02:25 A.M. it's hard find something on TV, don't you think? See y'all tomorrow.
RIGHT THEN. I LOVE APPLES. FEOKRIS, YOU WERE VERY TIRED.
Name: Draken W'slayn
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Physical- Draken is a physically imposing man, standing at a towering 6' 4", and weighing around 210 lbs. He is mostly muscle, with arm and leg muscles sculpted as if from granite or marble. His torso is not much different, except with several long scars on his chest and abdomen from an encounter with a wild mountain lion. Draken has short jet black hair, and green eyes that seem to glow when angered or excited. His strong face has one scar across his left eye from the same mountain lion he soundly beat.
Clothing- Draken wears simple clothes, a green pull-over shirt with a leather jerkin. His leggings are simple, again, and black. He carries a shoulder-strapped pack, with all his construction tools and the like inside.
Personality: Initial perceptions of Draken are intimidating. Most people find his prying green eyes disturbing, simply because when he looks a person in the eye, he hardly ever blinks. However, when someone becomes close to Draken, he opens up, and is quite friendly, though still quiet.
Skills: Draken's strength is almost inhuman. He can lift about three times what a regular man could, on a bad day. Draken is also quite adept at construction, measuring angles and lengths quite accurately with his eyes only, and even more so with tools. His strength often helps him during construction projects.
Equipment: Draken arrived at the tent-town with a satchel full of construction tools, such as a hammer, saw, nails, and a ruler. He also carries a large, double-bladed battle-axe strapped to his left hip. This battle-axe had seen him through many tough times, from cutting down trees to thieves and raiders. It was scratched, notched and generally beaten-up, but still completely functional.
Bio: Draken was born in a town a long ways South from the tent-town he was destined to arrive. His life was never very easy; his family was reletively poor, and his town was not in a good spot for trade. Draken grew up in a close-knit family, with two other brothers and one sister, and a stern but loving father and caring mother. Draken was the second-eldest son, born as a twin with his sister. From his first concious memory with his sister, he became her protecter. He grew up constantly wrestling with his brother, often losing. He became so frustrated with his losses, that he started to stretch his strength to the limits. A few years of this, at age 13, he finally won his first tussle with his brother. This victory drove Draken to strengthen even more, and become a fighter. At age 15, he began fighting in matches with men twice his age, and often winning. Draken's father came to Draken's fights as often as he could, giving praise and advice for his victories, and giving mostly advice and encouragement for his losses. When Draken became of age to start a trade, he followed in his father's footsteps in construction, apprenticing under his father, and learning quickly and greatly, soon becoming as good as his father at his trade.
When Draken turned 21, he told his family he would soon leave for newer places and better fortune. His sister took it hardest, being about as close to Draken as she was to her hair, even more so. She begged to go with him, but he snuck out one night, and headed North, with the battle-axe his father handed down to him. He soon ended up in a new, developing tent town. Here he stands today.
One Liner: Draken W'slayn, the muscled, introverted contractor.
Suggestions: Doing quite well, Feokris. I noticed it was quite similar to Dawn of Civilization, but there is something different, some new element I cant put my finger on. Anyway, no suggestions. ;D
[WPIEHFGPWIJEAPJOKSFJRPGJS Late app. Distracted, not my best effort.]
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Collin put his arms down after yelling into the sky, and laughed. "One tent. This is the town of Orchard. A one tent campsite." He sighed, and sat down, looking around. The area really was beautiful. A large apple orchard on three sides of the soon-to-be-city, and a large, beautiful lake in front of it. Collin stretched his arms and legs, and laid back on the grass, watching the clouds. "Maybe I'll see you same clouds some day when this place is a great empire..." He said, smiling to himself and closing his eyes.
~DED
[@Black. We're starting in medieval times, and the goal is to work out way up to modern day tech and beyond. Though we also need to expand the reach of our empire while doing so. Pretty much, thing Civilization meets Minecraft. xD]
~DED
He stumbled out into a clearing, and furled his eyebrows. It was just supposed to be an expanse of forest past here. Were his maps dated? Regardless, he stormed through the field, heading to the other side. He completely ignored the man and the tent. That bird was his. The apple orchards were unneeded, the bird prayed on small animals, like rabbits. The lake, well, that was self explanatory. He just wanted to get to the other side.
Draken had followed this Collin fellow from the previous two towns. Looking around at the site, he was unimpressed. Sure, it was pretty. That was it. The ground was soft, he noticed, not good for permanent foundations. Looking where he had come from, he noticed a forest not too far off to the west; building materials. The river behind him provided water. Proximity to the river was good for crops.
Draken's final appraisal: Not bad, not good.
Age: 37
Gender: Boy
Appearance: Gillen weight is about 170lbs, his height is 6 feet tall. His skin color is a bit dark and has a birth mark on his left arm, the birth mark is like a little bit slanting white and dark skin. Many people said that his head is big, that's why he usually wears a hat all the time. His hear is brightly dark-colored and eyes are brown colored. He wears a black slacks with a brown leather belt around his waist. Gillen also wears a white shirt on top and a ring on his right hand thumb. On his right wrist, there is a bracelet showing his past time life. And finally, his shoes are pointy leather-brown shoes.
Personality: Gillen is usually a man that likes to laugh and make jokes, but in the other side, he is a man that has a not so good past life, he usually likes to be alone when there is no friend around. Usually very shy when speaking with someone face to face. When he writes a letter he will not have any shyness in him. He easily angry when someone likes to look down or bully him. If someone really is his close friend he will be very kind to them. In the other way around, the one who isn't his REAL friends, he will ignore and annoy them. One of his favorite hobbies is planing and drawing about huge structures on a paper, and also eating also :smile.gif:. Well, that should be all.
Skills: Gillen is very good at calculating math, whether they are algebra, or geometry he can calculate them fast and accurate. He has something special, Gillen can make plans of huge cities with all detailed meters, centimeters, and all.
Equipment: A sturdy stick with unit of measurements on it. He also carries a long steel sword for protection. And for one of his hobbies, he likes to have a little bag to put some delicious food in it.
Bio: Gillen Bosyer, was a little boy born from a very little family that lives in a village on the far north of a future city. When he was about 8 years old, many people loved and adore him as a cute child, all his friends were jealous and likes plan on bullying him all the time. But when Gillen turned 14, nobody, even his friends would even wanted to talk to him because of his looks and body size. His body size that time was 5 feet and 6 inches tall. With a dark and tanned skin, it made him look furious all the time. One day, while he was sitting lonely in the corner of the road, two people, a girl and a boy, decided to talk to him, first they were scared of him, but after time passes. They knew that Gillen wasn't a bad boy, so they decided to play with him every day and when anyone bullies them they just call Gillen for help. As time flies, they were closer and closer, then the two friend again decided to buy a bracelet for three of them as a bond of friendship ( :tongue.gif: ). Soon, after a weeks passed by while everything was running smooth, a group of unknown people came and invaded his village, half of the village was gone, (His friends were gone too) only some of families are left behind. Gillen was very forlorn and crying, while looking at the bracelet, he intended to be a successful man in life and meet his friends again. After years passed, Gillen was now 20 and taking lessons from his father ( construction planning and mathematics), he was a fast learner and grew very strong in that lesson. Just as he hit 35 years old, he set off saying bye to his family and now, he is here, with an apple on the other hand :tongue.gif: . ( End! )
One Liner: Gillen, the brainstormer and calculator.
Suggestions: :smile.gif: AWESOME no suggestions, never seen a RP about cities before :smile.gif:
"Just me and my thoughts out here..." Walking along the beach, he could not help but moan in anger at his situation. Between his small island and the massive island was a tributary of sorts, almost fifteen meters wide of rushing water. Walking over warily, he dipped a foot in. It appeared incredibly deep. "Anyone out there?" He yelled, hoping to get some attention.
**Thanks for the advice....**
So he grabbed his bundle, filled it with the usual stuff and headed outside. The forest was basically beside him, but he also found a man beside a one-tent campsite. He looked very familiar...
(( Feo, can we make our characters like have met before? Also I apologize if I write badly :sad.gif: And bright red apple skins actually work in real life xD)
@ Black: Is english your primary language?
@vMpee: You could have seen me, but we never have spoken before.]
Collin stood up and opened his eyes, having heard footsteps. He turned around to see Brendan walking off in the other direction, and walked over to him. "Hey... Hey!" He yelled, putting his hand on Brendan's shoulder, waiting for him to turn around.
[Neil's was pretty much direct contact, so I responded to him, Abso. YOu can say you heard the "Hey!" shout.]
~DED
"Ever seen one?" He thought he'd ask. Couldn't hurt.
~DED
"Hey!" He greeted them, rather loudly. And as he looked at the man who seemed awfully familiar said, "I couldn't help say this but, have I met you before?".
(( I know he hasn't met you before :tongue.gif: But my character doesn't ))