Name: David Miller
Age: 23
Appearance: medium sized about 5 ft 10, bright blue eyes, brown hair always spiked up, normal ears, rounded nose, sorta yellowish whiteish teeth
Attributes: patient, but not very charming, he has skills in fighting fights well with a sword and a shield
Equipment: rusted iron armor, a dagger and a broken shield
Bio: david was a poor kid he was taught by his father all he knows of fighting he was picked on and pushed all around, one day he got tired and out of anger slashed the bully in the arm making him bleed, david got in trouble for that, his hometown got raided by bandits who slayed his parents and friends, david tried running away but they caught him and brought him captive, as they sailed through the sea's their ship crashed, david broke free of his bonds and searched the ship for supplies and found some rusted armor and a dagger and a broken shield, as the ship was sinking he jumped onto land and looked up, there he was.
RP Example: david jumped up, looked around, he saw a forest, he looked back and the leader of the bandits charged at him slashing him, david ran into the forest as fast as he could
Add a one-liner: the thief is as silent as a mouse
For one: You don't use correct grammar and you don't capitalize your sentences. And your app is incredibly short and it just needs a total reboot if you actually want to join this rp. Just take a look at all the OTHER applications and learn from them. Seriously people these days and not making actual sentences. x.x
Appearance: David stands 6'3" weighs about 200 lbs, He's decently strong, Tan skin, Bright Blue eyes and low-length brown hair
David has leather armor from his hunts, He has a deer skin helmet that is light brown colored, Cow skin breastplate that is darker brown, Deer skin leg armor that is light brown
and black colored deer skin boots.
Attributes: David is most of the time angry, He is patient, He likes fighting and hunting, He's not the brightest around but when you get to fighting in a battle he's a fierce warrior,
David was not trained by the best but trained pretty good by his father, David is not that good with a bow but with a sword,
He is great at fighting with swords for he trained himself.
Equipment: David carries around leather armor about two pairs, he has an iron sword he found while adventuring, He carry's a backpack with food in it, he has an extra stone dagger in his backpack and a purse of 20 gold coins.
Bio: David was somewhat born outside to the poorest family, He lived in the hills, As a kid he like going hunting with his father, His father taught him how to fight a bit in his childhood, David always liked going to the stream nearby to play, One day his father was hunting as David was by the stream, He saw his dad and just before he said "Father" his Father was shot by an arrow, David ran from the stream and into the forest, He got to his house but it was on fire, His mother was hanging outside, David ran into the forest and saw something, Then he blanked out.
David awakens in a cold snowy land, He see's a house and walks towards it, He walks on the porch and knocks on the door, A lady opens the door and looks down at him, "Are you lost?" She said and David said "Yes." She took him in and fed him and clothed him, He was warm by the fire, It was midnight he heard something outside, He went to the window to check it out,
And there was a large beast outside, David was scared and hid, The lady walked up and said,
"Don't worry it cant get us." And he looked at her and smiled, As the years went by, the training and hunting had paid off, There was no more food around the area, He volunteered to go hunting, As he was hunting he saw a deer, He chased the dear to a water stream, He shot the deer, As he walked to the stream he took a drink, And then he remembered the place, He looked around and saw it was the place from his childhood, He ran the direction of his house,
He saw a burned down house, It was his, He fell down crying as he remembered his Father, Then he decided he needed to find out what happened and what that was, He went back home to the lady, He said "I need to go now." She looked at him and said "Well if you need to come back I will welcome you back" David left off on an adventure.
David arrived on an island and decided to look around, He walked through a forest to find ruins, He studied them and saw an entrance, He walked down into the ruins, David got down in and saw a bandit putting something in a bag, David said "Who are you?" The bandit looked back, He saw David and ran, David chased him further in the ruins, David stopped at a double door, As he took a step forward the bandit flew through the door breaking it, David looked at the bandit as the bandit died, David looked back to see a giant rock guardian, David stepped back, And then David ran back and grab the gold and ran to the entrance, He ran out and went onward, He came back to the boat, And got in and they sailed off.
RP Example: David sailed to an island and ported there, He talked to the other adventurer asking them to accompany him, They refused, Some bandits came out of nowhere killing most of the adventurers, It was a bloody battle, They torched the ship, David was the only survivor,
He jumped out of the boat and into the water, He swam to shore, He looked back to see his boat sinking, All he got out with was his leather armor a dagger and a backpack, He ran into the forest, As he traveled he found destroyed towns and villages and cottages, He came upon a merchant who Had been raided by the same bandits, He tried to help but it was too late. He heard someone in the distance
Name: (self explanatory. RP name.):Rorik Birchwood
Age: (RP age.): 29
Appearance: (Be creative and descriptive. Describe enough for us to easily visualize character. The more, the better.): Dylan is a quant middle aged man who has a round plump belly that is under his butcher's apron. His apron has many stains of blood from butchering many animals. He has short brown hair and cyan eyes. He has a short beard which he keeps clean all of the time. He is around 5'10' and has short legs and short arms. His clothes are always covered in bits and pieces of animals as he butcher's them.
Attributes: (Describe the character's personality, and their skills here. Keep this updated as it changes.): Rorik is a nice middle aged man with a hearty laugh and a smile that welcomes everyone. He always tries to get on the good side of people and he'll never pass up a time to drink some ale with you. Rorik is a skilled Butcher and he will always give discounts to good freinds of his.
Equipment: (Starting equipment. More will be obtained later. Remember, I hate people who think dressing their characters like hobos make them good starting clothes. Unless the character really is a wandering bum... And the equipment is not restricted to JUST weapons.): Rorik has a belt around his waist that carries all of his butchering supplies (Butcher knive, meat cleaver, etc.) he has a backpack full of all the essentials that he needs and he always carries around his spare ale flask.
Bio: (What's your story? How you came around to where we are.): Rorik used to live in a quaint little city and made his living by butchering animals and selling off the meat. He lived in the town for several months while having having a great time. One day though the town found a young maiden murdered with a meat cleaver stuck in the back of her head. The guards instantly thought it was Rorik since he is the one who uses those types of tools. He was brought to a trial and found guilty even though he would never murder anyone. He was banished from the town and so he wanders around trying to find a place to call home.
RP Example: (Write out a 1-2 paragraph scene of your character making their way to the future site of our city. Don't have them arrive yet, just a little running through the forest/desert/etc.): Rorik took a sip from the his flask of ale. He was sweating from the midday heat that surrounded the kingdom. He had been traveling for a few days and was almost running out of food and water. As he drank the last few drops of ale he cursed to himself. He wondered when he would find a town to buy supplies from. He was certainly going to stay there for a few weeks, maybe a month. But for now he was still traveling, alone by himself. He was not used to being alone and he hated it. He was always used to the hearty customers that came in to buy meat. It was those type of people he could trust. But for now he would just have to keep traveling alone.
Add a one-liner: (Something summing up your character at the end. Should include personality point and what they are good at. (Check member's list for examples.): Rorik, the jolly fat butcher.
Anyways I hope that you will let me join this RP!
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Who said I couldn't punch that tree!?
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
(( I typed this on my handheld. Don't laugh at mistakes ^^ And I might lengthen it later, but hell, it's a pain to write it on a handheld. ))
I know I have to add ** somewhere, but I forgot where so here they are ** ))
Name: Arya Murtagon
Age: 24
Appearance: From birth, Arya had been different from the other children, because she had gotten her mother's looks, or so she was told, for Arya had never met her. Long, dark brown locks with natural red high-lights covered her shoulders and cascaded downwards. Slightly slanted eyes that were such a deep brown, they had been described as molten chocolate, mahogany, maple syrup and other things. When Arya laughed, they often lightened up, holding a spark. High cheekbones and a small nose follow, and lastly a set of lips that opened a bit to often, but Arya has learned to keep her judgements silent. Arya did gain her father's height and traits, which made her stand out even more amongst the short, blue-eyed and blonde villagers.
Arya prefers to wear tight fitting clothes, so she doesn't snag on branches and thorns when she's in the forest collecting herbs and plants. Although when traveling she has a worn cloak that was her mother's, which is a dark green with brown lace patterns. Arya often wears dark coloured leggings, with a green tunic that has long sleeves, which is fastened with a dark brown belt. A little jade leaf hangs from a silver chain and adorns Arya's neck, being the only gift from her mother. Although she usually walks bare feet in the forest, she has a pair of small leather shoes.
Arya looks quite thin, and her height helps with that, but she eats more than the average person. But her treks through the forest make her lean and fit, keeping her in good condition.
Attributes: Being silent and quite the loner, Arya found her company in the books that she borrowed from the local library. They were able to teach her about the world and Arya found a particular interest in medical sections. How to make a splint, a sling, what plants had what function, how to recognize them and where to find them. Arya also knows how to manage a bow with precision, which her father taught her when he took her on hunting trips, but still doesn't kill unless she's forced to, out of hunger or self-defense.
Equipment: Her clothes and some extra clothes that are neatly folded in her small, old backpack, that consists of a wooden frame and leather. In the backpack are also herbs, plants and a few fungi that she has gathered while traveling. A usually full waterskin sits in her backpack as well. A quiver that protects her bow and arriws from the elements, and a sturdy bow with about two dozen arrows and a small hunting knife Arya uses to skin animals. Her leaf necklace that she never takes off, and a small pouch under her tunic holds her money.
Bio: Like said before, Arya was never like the others, mind and body, and always stood out in the blonde crowds. And most children found her features unsettling and avoided her altogether. Arya grew up with no real friends, other than her father, who was out hunting most of the time. Her mother, from whom she gained her features, had been a traveling doctor, passing by towns to lend out her services to those who required it. Arya's father fell in love with her in the short period that she tended to their sick, but she left soon. Only to come back with a baby in expectation. But her own medications didn't save her when she died in labour and Arya's father was left with a baby. And he was often out hunting in the huge forest their town was next to, but when he was home, he taught Arya all he knew of the forest. How to track animals, search for water sources and all the information on plants.
Growing up and having no friends to talk or hang out with, she spent her time reading in a corner in the library, out of sight. Having a love for the forest, Arya also took walks in the forest, with her father if he had time. She would then point at plants and he would tell her all he knew about them. Occasionally, Arya would get a hunting lesson and she would shoot rabbits or some bird.
But that all soon ended when her father remarried with a local, and Arya was completely forgotten. When a baby boy came into the family, Arya had gained enough money from selling herbs and fungi, that she left, leaving nothing but a note. She followed in her mother's footsteps, traveling from town to town, heading in no general direction.
She sold her herbs and fungi, if she wasn't eating themselves, and made the occasional splint or nursing a sick person back to health. Usually her services were in exchange for money, but sometimes items or a place to stay, although Arya preferred sleeping under the sky, with the trees around her in a makeshift shelter with branches and leaves.
RP Example: (( I really need to do this? Lol, just kidding. ))
Arya looked back at the town that was a lump on the horizon. They hadbeen friendly and nice. A sigh escaped Arya's lips as she walked further into the woods. She hated having to uproot herself the whole time. She liked some of the towns she had passed through, and more than once had there been a nice man that made Arya regret leaving. But she always felt out of place. Inhaling the smell of the forest, she let a smile tug at her lips. This is home. Stepping over a rotting log, Arya's eyes immediately scanned the ground for some type of fungus. Finding nothing, she move on and nimbly made her way through the forest, shooting a grey rabbit along. Stopping at a clearing, Arya started to skin and gut the animal, preserving the skin and feeling a twigs of sadness at taking the life of the rabbit, but got over it as she built a fire, cooking the rabbit.
Placing a mint leaf on her tongue, Arya watched the sun disappear amongst the endless sea of treetrunks, drawing a dark blanket over the world. As animals scuttled around, Arya smiled, she loved this. Being alone wasnt an issue, she just wished there was someone to enjoy everything with her. Laying on a sheet, Arya pulled her thick cloak over her, watchig the fire crackle and spit before she eventually dozed off, wondering what the next city would hold.
Arya Murtagon, the wandering healer.
(( Yes, very much alike Alena, but I liked that character a lot. (: ))
Name: Stan Hollum Age: 20 Appearance: Stan is on the short side, though not enough so to draw comment. His weight suits his height, and he's about as fit as someone who doesn't exercise regularly can hope to be. He has wavy copper-colored hair, which he only cuts to keep out of his hazel eyes. A scar across his chest, inflicted in a knife fight, is usually concealed by whatever shirt he is wearing. He has a functional pair of sandals that he wears year-round.
Attributes: Stan knows how to be charming, but prefers being mischievous. Underneath these two acts, he is a very lively person. He doesn't like being ordered around, although he understands that sometimes he doesn't have a choice. His principles about right vs. wrong extends farther than most people's, but he has a firm boundary of what isn't allowable that he refuses to cross.
Being the son of a shopkeeper, he knows how to handle money and turn a profit. However, the other side of his childhood taught him a thing or two about thieving. While he is generally against stealing from people (unless they deserve it), he does have the skills necessary to do so, which include moving silently and avoiding notice.
Equipment: A shoulder pack that contains most of his belongings; Some money (which he has nothing to spend on), a clean change of cloths (clean because he doesn't wear them), food rations, a patched canteen for water, a whetstone, and a light blanket. A sheath on his belt holds an ornate iron dagger, and a steel dagger is hidden in the left leg of his pants.
Bio**: John Hollum was a middle-class shop keeper. His expectations was that Stan, his first son, would grow into the same profession and one day take over the shop. This was not an uncommon decision for a father to make for the child, but Stan resented it - not because he didn't want to be a shop keeper, but because he had no say in the matter.
Fuming one night after a large fight with his father, Stan, 13 years old at the time, searched for a way to retaliate. As an act of defiance, he began to steal some small items from the shop an sell them on the Black Market. Through these shady transactions, Stan came to befriend a guild of young thieves, and began to learn their art. Stan's honest upbringing deterred him from random theft, but he had no stipulation about being a lookout while his friends thieved.
During the day his father taught him how to haggle and manage transactions, while during the night he learned an altogether different trade. These midnight heists kept Stan satisfied; Ironically, knowing that shopkeeping was not the only path he could choose allowed him to accept it as a possibility.
However, acting as the guild's watch-guard wasn't such a trouble free job as it might sound. One unfortunate night, a sleepless woman spied Stan's group pulling off a robbery, and Stan's was the face she remembered. When Wanted posters sporting his description popped up around town, Stan, at the age of 17, was forced to sneak from his home to live his life elsewhere.
RP Example: Stan woke up sweating. Back where he'd lived with his family, the climate had been comfortably warm year-round. Now, wherever he was, the climate was decidedly hot. Maybe it was just summer time wherever he was. He didn't keep track of the days like he used to, no more than he kept track of in what direction he walked.
At first Stan had been surprised by the lack of civilization he found on his travels. The town he'd grown up in had been one of many in the district, and he'd assumed the entire world was just as thickly settled. He no longer worried when he went several weeks without seeing another human being- instead, he got bored. Eventually, Stan wanted to find some place to build up a proper life for himself. He wandered through the forest, not knowing that what he was searching for lay not far ahead.
Add a one-liner: Stan Hollum, the store-keeper with other talents.
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Well! If I had this much fun with the application, then I can't wait to actually play the game! Also:
You said if we had other preferences than "[Hi]" or "((Hi))" for Out of Character, to let you know. Well, this is mine. I prefer spoiler tags for OOC comments, although if that's a problem for anyone I'd gladly use one of the other two formats.
Appearance: Marc is quite tall. Standing at 5"11, he wears a worn-out, white shirt and brown pants, as well as brown boots and a belt holding his trusty 'Cutter'. He has a scheming, yet kind face.
Attributes: Ever heard of the term 'silver tongue'? Well, Marc has one made of gold. He has talked his way out of many scrapes in the past. He is also a good liar and often speaks with sarcasm, which normally gets him into the scrapes in the first place. He's not anti-social in the least. He tries to get on everyone's good side, which doesn't always work. Marc is a very good reader and loves to read books about the times of old. He also writes a little poetry, for he is a softy at heart. He is well-known from where he comes from for his swordfighting, most of all.
Equipment: All he has in his belt (literally) are 2 daggers and his 'Cutter', a sword given to him when he was young.
Bio**: Marc was born as the only son of a couple living in the wilderness. His mother was very kind and his father was hardworking at their farm nearby. But one day, when he was 3, there was a terrible forest fire. It burned down the house and the farm, killing both of his parents. A hiker had seen the fire and knew of a house there. Luckily, he reached in time to save Marc. He took Marc to his house and took care of him for a long time.
When Marc was 15, the man was dying and could not take care of him any longer. He had taught Marc over the years how to handle a sword; a special sword called the Cutter. Marc reluctantly left the house and ventured off to a nearby city.
After 9 years, Marc had traveled to many cities, and in his travels he never found a place he liked. He didn't like that he would have to get to know everybody. He preferred to live alone in the wild, so that's what he went to do. Marc just picked a direction and started walking.
RP Example: Marc walked and walked, for days and days. He had gone too far to turn back now. He didn't care about bandits or storms. In fact, he kind of wanted a bandit to show up, to distract him of those cruel memories. The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered. There wasn't a person for miles, so he settled in a small tree hollow nearby. Well, he thought there was noone nearby...
Alright. xD Abso was in the older one, so he has a spot reserved if he wants it. Neil said he'll make one when he's not being lazy, and... I dunno about Sting. :wink.gif:
Appearance: Kiril is a huge 8 foot tall black man. He has large, calloused hands, muscular arms and strong legs. He isn't the smartest person to have lived, but he makes up for it with his brute strength. He is very easy to recognize. Kiril has a shaved head, and a face covered in scars. He looks fearsome enough, and has been in plenty of fights but he has a very kind nature, and wouldn't hurt people. He usually dresses in a red flannel shirt and jeans, the sleeves of his shirt are usually rolled back, showing his muscular forearms.
Attributes: Kiril is a very kind-hearted man, he is incredibly strong, as he worked as a miner most his life, after he finished soldier training. He has been ambushed by bandits and thieves too many times, so he is suspicious sometimes, and only his immense strength has kept him up when he was robbed. He has some skill with a sword and is good at mining. But he is absolutely useless with a bow and arrow and knows almost nothing about medicine.
Equipment: The only armour Kirin wears is a dusty leather Chest piece, His equipment is a pickaxe, a sword, some meager food supplies and torches. He also has an old metal gauntlet, given to him by his father.
BIO: Kiril grew up in a relatively poor family, living alone with his father. His dad used to be one of the best soldiers the city had had, and he had wanted Kiril to grow up a soldier. For his teens Kiril trained as a soldier, for his father but when the town of Glowvalley had attacked their smaller village, Kiril's father was mercilessly slaughtered. He then fled, finding cover in a small village, mining for them, which was when the training he had been given began to pay off. His muscles developed rapidly, and he was able to mine for hours without getting tired. He had a great life, until his new home was also ravaged, and sacked by Bandits
RP Example:Kiril fled through the woods, breathing hard. He could barley see in the dark, but kept on turning around, knowing the thieves were merely moments away. He ran, not looking back he pushed bushes and branches out of the way, scratching his hands. When suddenly he hears "STOP" He turns around, about three men, all have bandannas around their mouths, all holding knives. "Give us your money, old man" one of the snarled. Kiril knew there wasn't much he could do, sighing he made a feint of drawing his sword, hearing the hiss of a blade being drawn the turned to see. While their attention was diverted he leapt forward, smashing one in the face with his massive fist. By now he had drawn the sword and stabbed it through another one's chest. He felt the satisfying resistance of his skin as his blade sunk in. The final thief jumped, stabbing the blade through Kiril's shoulder, grunting in pain and exertion he ripped the thief off and snapped his neck. Only his immense strength kept him standing, he turned around, feeling the warm blood gush through his fingers, he saw a clearing. Giving a painful sigh, he collapsed.
One Liner: Great, i'm getting robbed, just my luck
Name: Soarn Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Soarn has green eyes and brownish-black hair. His shirt is brown and covers his arms halfway. His only weapon is his golden sword, which he names Drachma, after the greek currency. The sword runs diagonally downward on his back. Soarn isn't as smart as others, though. He's as tall as a natural adult would,6'9. Attributes: Even though he isn't the smartest, Soarn is one of the nicest guys you'll meet. He's mildly patient and can agree with something before hesitating. With a sword, Soarn can protect himself, and, if he has enough focus, he can block an attack with the sword. He has never shot a gun before so you can say he's bad at shooting. If he uses a bow, he can almost get a bullseye within every shot. Equipment: Leather hat, shirt, and boots. As I said, his only weapon is a sword. BIO: Soarn knew he was lucky, and that he always appreciated what he had. His family lived in a medium-sized house with his two sisters,a brother, his mother, and his father. He was the oldest of his siblings so the others decided not to mess with him. He was trained as a soldier, but never shot. Most of the other soldiers called him a sword-soldier, in fact, that was true. Soarn loved to fight with swords, especially to protect his family. One night, 5 rogues had entered the house unexpectingly. Soarn woke up hearing the screams of his sisters, mother, and his father. His brother was still in bed but he was dead. He ran into the family room with his sword and saw that his mother and sister were in bags that the rogues were carrying. The rogues ran, Soarn close behind. Soarn decided they had more stamina and were too fast for him so, not wanting to, he had to stop. He saw the rogues and his mother and sisters going off in the distance. He went back to the house to see his dad, on the roof dead. Soarn made a promise that he would get revenge... someday. Rp Example: Slash!Ping! Fighting in the rain wasn't his idea of fun. Soarn had never been this tired. Many trickles of sweat poured down his forehead while fighting a rogue. Why had he chosen to become a swordfigher? Cling! The rogue almost hit his heart, but he dodged the attack by hitting the sword with his own and ducking, while kicking the rogue in the leg, trying to throw him off. Although, the rogue wouldn't give up easily so it grabbed Soarn's leg and made him trip. Soarn stabbed the rogue in the back while falling. The rogue howled in pain and slowly got up. But, then Soarn kicked him back down on the wet, and bloody ground. Panting and trying to catch his breath, Soarn thought what would happen if he had been stabbed on that rainy ground. He moved the corpse on the ground with his foot, hoping it was dead. Blood and sweat covered him. This rogue was trained... really well. But, why did it come after him? Soarn continued on through the plains, not knowing what was in store for him. One Liner: Soarn, the Traveling Warrior
Suggestions: It's as epic as it needs to be.
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(( SORRY! I SAW IT, BUT I FORGOT I FIXED IT NOW :biggrin.gif: )
Name: Kiril Treaty
Age:32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kiril is a huge 8 foot tall black man. He has large, calloused hands, muscular arms and strong legs. He isn't the smartest person to have lived, but he makes up for it with his brute strength. He is very easy to recognize. Kiril has a shaved head, and a face covered in scars. He looks fearsome enough, and has been in plenty of fights but he has a very kind nature, and wouldn't hurt people. He usually dresses in a red flannel shirt and jeans, the sleeves of his shirt are usually rolled back, showing his muscular forearms.
Attributes: Kiril is a very kind-hearted man, he is incredibly strong, as he worked as a miner most his life, after he finished soldier training. He has been ambushed by bandits and thieves too many times, so he is suspicious sometimes, and only his immense strength has kept him up when he was robbed. He has some skill with a sword and is good at mining. But he is absolutely useless with a bow and arrow and knows almost nothing about medicine.
Equipment: The only armour Kirin wears is a dusty leather Chest piece, His equipment is a pickaxe, a sword, some meager food supplies and torches. He also has an old metal gauntlet, given to him by his father.
BIO: Kiril grew up in a relatively poor family, living alone with his father. His dad used to be one of the best soldiers the city had had, and he had wanted Kiril to grow up a soldier. For his teens Kiril trained as a soldier, for his father but when the town of Glowvalley had attacked their smaller village, Kiril's father was mercilessly slaughtered. He then fled, finding cover in a small village, mining for them, which was when the training he had been given began to pay off. His muscles developed rapidly, and he was able to mine for hours without getting tired. He had a great life, until his new home was also ravaged, and sacked by Bandits **
RP Example:Kiril fled through the woods, breathing hard. He could barley see in the dark, but kept on turning around, knowing the thieves were merely moments away. He ran, not looking back he pushed bushes and branches out of the way, scratching his hands. When suddenly he hears "STOP" He turns around, about three men, all have bandannas around their mouths, all holding knives. "Give us your money, old man" one of the snarled. Kiril knew there wasn't much he could do, sighing he made a feint of drawing his sword, hearing the hiss of a blade being drawn the turned to see. While their attention was diverted he leapt forward, smashing one in the face with his massive fist. By now he had drawn the sword and stabbed it through another one's chest. He felt the satisfying resistance of his skin as his blade sunk in. The final thief jumped, stabbing the blade through Kiril's shoulder, grunting in pain and exertion he ripped the thief off and snapped his neck. Only his immense strength kept him standing, he turned around, feeling the warm blood gush through his fingers, he saw a clearing. Giving a painful sigh, he collapsed.
One Liner: Great, i'm getting robbed, just my luck
((Sorry AZilla, but I want to start now! I don't mind waiting either, whatever Feokris decides. But I don't think this RP will be damaged by starting with only a few people. It's not like the Town's entire population is going to be present at the start))
Age: 23
Appearance: medium sized about 5 ft 10, bright blue eyes, brown hair always spiked up, normal ears, rounded nose, sorta yellowish whiteish teeth
Attributes: patient, but not very charming, he has skills in fighting fights well with a sword and a shield
Equipment: rusted iron armor, a dagger and a broken shield
Bio: david was a poor kid he was taught by his father all he knows of fighting he was picked on and pushed all around, one day he got tired and out of anger slashed the bully in the arm making him bleed, david got in trouble for that, his hometown got raided by bandits who slayed his parents and friends, david tried running away but they caught him and brought him captive, as they sailed through the sea's their ship crashed, david broke free of his bonds and searched the ship for supplies and found some rusted armor and a dagger and a broken shield, as the ship was sinking he jumped onto land and looked up, there he was.
RP Example: david jumped up, looked around, he saw a forest, he looked back and the leader of the bandits charged at him slashing him, david ran into the forest as fast as he could
Add a one-liner: the thief is as silent as a mouse
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
Name: David Miller
Age: 23
Appearance: David stands 6'3" weighs about 200 lbs, He's decently strong, Tan skin, Bright Blue eyes and low-length brown hair
David has leather armor from his hunts, He has a deer skin helmet that is light brown colored, Cow skin breastplate that is darker brown, Deer skin leg armor that is light brown
and black colored deer skin boots.
Attributes: David is most of the time angry, He is patient, He likes fighting and hunting, He's not the brightest around but when you get to fighting in a battle he's a fierce warrior,
David was not trained by the best but trained pretty good by his father, David is not that good with a bow but with a sword,
He is great at fighting with swords for he trained himself.
Equipment: David carries around leather armor about two pairs, he has an iron sword he found while adventuring, He carry's a backpack with food in it, he has an extra stone dagger in his backpack and a purse of 20 gold coins.
Bio: David was somewhat born outside to the poorest family, He lived in the hills, As a kid he like going hunting with his father, His father taught him how to fight a bit in his childhood, David always liked going to the stream nearby to play, One day his father was hunting as David was by the stream, He saw his dad and just before he said "Father" his Father was shot by an arrow, David ran from the stream and into the forest, He got to his house but it was on fire, His mother was hanging outside, David ran into the forest and saw something, Then he blanked out.
David awakens in a cold snowy land, He see's a house and walks towards it, He walks on the porch and knocks on the door, A lady opens the door and looks down at him, "Are you lost?" She said and David said "Yes." She took him in and fed him and clothed him, He was warm by the fire, It was midnight he heard something outside, He went to the window to check it out,
And there was a large beast outside, David was scared and hid, The lady walked up and said,
"Don't worry it cant get us." And he looked at her and smiled, As the years went by, the training and hunting had paid off, There was no more food around the area, He volunteered to go hunting, As he was hunting he saw a deer, He chased the dear to a water stream, He shot the deer, As he walked to the stream he took a drink, And then he remembered the place, He looked around and saw it was the place from his childhood, He ran the direction of his house,
He saw a burned down house, It was his, He fell down crying as he remembered his Father, Then he decided he needed to find out what happened and what that was, He went back home to the lady, He said "I need to go now." She looked at him and said "Well if you need to come back I will welcome you back" David left off on an adventure.
David arrived on an island and decided to look around, He walked through a forest to find ruins, He studied them and saw an entrance, He walked down into the ruins, David got down in and saw a bandit putting something in a bag, David said "Who are you?" The bandit looked back, He saw David and ran, David chased him further in the ruins, David stopped at a double door, As he took a step forward the bandit flew through the door breaking it, David looked at the bandit as the bandit died, David looked back to see a giant rock guardian, David stepped back, And then David ran back and grab the gold and ran to the entrance, He ran out and went onward, He came back to the boat, And got in and they sailed off.
RP Example: David sailed to an island and ported there, He talked to the other adventurer asking them to accompany him, They refused, Some bandits came out of nowhere killing most of the adventurers, It was a bloody battle, They torched the ship, David was the only survivor,
He jumped out of the boat and into the water, He swam to shore, He looked back to see his boat sinking, All he got out with was his leather armor a dagger and a backpack, He ran into the forest, As he traveled he found destroyed towns and villages and cottages, He came upon a merchant who Had been raided by the same bandits, He tried to help but it was too late. He heard someone in the distance
Add a one-liner: David the Adventurer
By the way heres my app.
Name: (self explanatory. RP name.):Rorik Birchwood
Age: (RP age.): 29
Appearance: (Be creative and descriptive. Describe enough for us to easily visualize character. The more, the better.): Dylan is a quant middle aged man who has a round plump belly that is under his butcher's apron. His apron has many stains of blood from butchering many animals. He has short brown hair and cyan eyes. He has a short beard which he keeps clean all of the time. He is around 5'10' and has short legs and short arms. His clothes are always covered in bits and pieces of animals as he butcher's them.
Attributes: (Describe the character's personality, and their skills here. Keep this updated as it changes.): Rorik is a nice middle aged man with a hearty laugh and a smile that welcomes everyone. He always tries to get on the good side of people and he'll never pass up a time to drink some ale with you. Rorik is a skilled Butcher and he will always give discounts to good freinds of his.
Equipment: (Starting equipment. More will be obtained later. Remember, I hate people who think dressing their characters like hobos make them good starting clothes. Unless the character really is a wandering bum... And the equipment is not restricted to JUST weapons.): Rorik has a belt around his waist that carries all of his butchering supplies (Butcher knive, meat cleaver, etc.) he has a backpack full of all the essentials that he needs and he always carries around his spare ale flask.
Bio: (What's your story? How you came around to where we are.): Rorik used to live in a quaint little city and made his living by butchering animals and selling off the meat. He lived in the town for several months while having having a great time. One day though the town found a young maiden murdered with a meat cleaver stuck in the back of her head. The guards instantly thought it was Rorik since he is the one who uses those types of tools. He was brought to a trial and found guilty even though he would never murder anyone. He was banished from the town and so he wanders around trying to find a place to call home.
RP Example: (Write out a 1-2 paragraph scene of your character making their way to the future site of our city. Don't have them arrive yet, just a little running through the forest/desert/etc.): Rorik took a sip from the his flask of ale. He was sweating from the midday heat that surrounded the kingdom. He had been traveling for a few days and was almost running out of food and water. As he drank the last few drops of ale he cursed to himself. He wondered when he would find a town to buy supplies from. He was certainly going to stay there for a few weeks, maybe a month. But for now he was still traveling, alone by himself. He was not used to being alone and he hated it. He was always used to the hearty customers that came in to buy meat. It was those type of people he could trust. But for now he would just have to keep traveling alone.
Add a one-liner: (Something summing up your character at the end. Should include personality point and what they are good at. (Check member's list for examples.): Rorik, the jolly fat butcher.
Anyways I hope that you will let me join this RP!
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
<- Please. ._.
I know I have to add ** somewhere, but I forgot where so here they are ** ))
Name: Arya Murtagon
Age: 24
Appearance: From birth, Arya had been different from the other children, because she had gotten her mother's looks, or so she was told, for Arya had never met her. Long, dark brown locks with natural red high-lights covered her shoulders and cascaded downwards. Slightly slanted eyes that were such a deep brown, they had been described as molten chocolate, mahogany, maple syrup and other things. When Arya laughed, they often lightened up, holding a spark. High cheekbones and a small nose follow, and lastly a set of lips that opened a bit to often, but Arya has learned to keep her judgements silent. Arya did gain her father's height and traits, which made her stand out even more amongst the short, blue-eyed and blonde villagers.
Arya prefers to wear tight fitting clothes, so she doesn't snag on branches and thorns when she's in the forest collecting herbs and plants. Although when traveling she has a worn cloak that was her mother's, which is a dark green with brown lace patterns. Arya often wears dark coloured leggings, with a green tunic that has long sleeves, which is fastened with a dark brown belt. A little jade leaf hangs from a silver chain and adorns Arya's neck, being the only gift from her mother. Although she usually walks bare feet in the forest, she has a pair of small leather shoes.
Arya looks quite thin, and her height helps with that, but she eats more than the average person. But her treks through the forest make her lean and fit, keeping her in good condition.
Attributes: Being silent and quite the loner, Arya found her company in the books that she borrowed from the local library. They were able to teach her about the world and Arya found a particular interest in medical sections. How to make a splint, a sling, what plants had what function, how to recognize them and where to find them. Arya also knows how to manage a bow with precision, which her father taught her when he took her on hunting trips, but still doesn't kill unless she's forced to, out of hunger or self-defense.
Equipment: Her clothes and some extra clothes that are neatly folded in her small, old backpack, that consists of a wooden frame and leather. In the backpack are also herbs, plants and a few fungi that she has gathered while traveling. A usually full waterskin sits in her backpack as well. A quiver that protects her bow and arriws from the elements, and a sturdy bow with about two dozen arrows and a small hunting knife Arya uses to skin animals. Her leaf necklace that she never takes off, and a small pouch under her tunic holds her money.
Bio: Like said before, Arya was never like the others, mind and body, and always stood out in the blonde crowds. And most children found her features unsettling and avoided her altogether. Arya grew up with no real friends, other than her father, who was out hunting most of the time. Her mother, from whom she gained her features, had been a traveling doctor, passing by towns to lend out her services to those who required it. Arya's father fell in love with her in the short period that she tended to their sick, but she left soon. Only to come back with a baby in expectation. But her own medications didn't save her when she died in labour and Arya's father was left with a baby. And he was often out hunting in the huge forest their town was next to, but when he was home, he taught Arya all he knew of the forest. How to track animals, search for water sources and all the information on plants.
Growing up and having no friends to talk or hang out with, she spent her time reading in a corner in the library, out of sight. Having a love for the forest, Arya also took walks in the forest, with her father if he had time. She would then point at plants and he would tell her all he knew about them. Occasionally, Arya would get a hunting lesson and she would shoot rabbits or some bird.
But that all soon ended when her father remarried with a local, and Arya was completely forgotten. When a baby boy came into the family, Arya had gained enough money from selling herbs and fungi, that she left, leaving nothing but a note. She followed in her mother's footsteps, traveling from town to town, heading in no general direction.
She sold her herbs and fungi, if she wasn't eating themselves, and made the occasional splint or nursing a sick person back to health. Usually her services were in exchange for money, but sometimes items or a place to stay, although Arya preferred sleeping under the sky, with the trees around her in a makeshift shelter with branches and leaves.
RP Example: (( I really need to do this? Lol, just kidding. ))
Arya looked back at the town that was a lump on the horizon. They hadbeen friendly and nice. A sigh escaped Arya's lips as she walked further into the woods. She hated having to uproot herself the whole time. She liked some of the towns she had passed through, and more than once had there been a nice man that made Arya regret leaving. But she always felt out of place. Inhaling the smell of the forest, she let a smile tug at her lips. This is home. Stepping over a rotting log, Arya's eyes immediately scanned the ground for some type of fungus. Finding nothing, she move on and nimbly made her way through the forest, shooting a grey rabbit along. Stopping at a clearing, Arya started to skin and gut the animal, preserving the skin and feeling a twigs of sadness at taking the life of the rabbit, but got over it as she built a fire, cooking the rabbit.
Placing a mint leaf on her tongue, Arya watched the sun disappear amongst the endless sea of treetrunks, drawing a dark blanket over the world. As animals scuttled around, Arya smiled, she loved this. Being alone wasnt an issue, she just wished there was someone to enjoy everything with her. Laying on a sheet, Arya pulled her thick cloak over her, watchig the fire crackle and spit before she eventually dozed off, wondering what the next city would hold.
Arya Murtagon, the wandering healer.
(( Yes, very much alike Alena, but I liked that character a lot. (: ))
Age: 20
Appearance: Stan is on the short side, though not enough so to draw comment. His weight suits his height, and he's about as fit as someone who doesn't exercise regularly can hope to be. He has wavy copper-colored hair, which he only cuts to keep out of his hazel eyes. A scar across his chest, inflicted in a knife fight, is usually concealed by whatever shirt he is wearing. He has a functional pair of sandals that he wears year-round.
Attributes: Stan knows how to be charming, but prefers being mischievous. Underneath these two acts, he is a very lively person. He doesn't like being ordered around, although he understands that sometimes he doesn't have a choice. His principles about right vs. wrong extends farther than most people's, but he has a firm boundary of what isn't allowable that he refuses to cross.
Being the son of a shopkeeper, he knows how to handle money and turn a profit. However, the other side of his childhood taught him a thing or two about thieving. While he is generally against stealing from people (unless they deserve it), he does have the skills necessary to do so, which include moving silently and avoiding notice.
Equipment: A shoulder pack that contains most of his belongings; Some money (which he has nothing to spend on), a clean change of cloths (clean because he doesn't wear them), food rations, a patched canteen for water, a whetstone, and a light blanket. A sheath on his belt holds an ornate iron dagger, and a steel dagger is hidden in the left leg of his pants.
Bio**: John Hollum was a middle-class shop keeper. His expectations was that Stan, his first son, would grow into the same profession and one day take over the shop. This was not an uncommon decision for a father to make for the child, but Stan resented it - not because he didn't want to be a shop keeper, but because he had no say in the matter.
Fuming one night after a large fight with his father, Stan, 13 years old at the time, searched for a way to retaliate. As an act of defiance, he began to steal some small items from the shop an sell them on the Black Market. Through these shady transactions, Stan came to befriend a guild of young thieves, and began to learn their art. Stan's honest upbringing deterred him from random theft, but he had no stipulation about being a lookout while his friends thieved.
During the day his father taught him how to haggle and manage transactions, while during the night he learned an altogether different trade. These midnight heists kept Stan satisfied; Ironically, knowing that shopkeeping was not the only path he could choose allowed him to accept it as a possibility.
However, acting as the guild's watch-guard wasn't such a trouble free job as it might sound. One unfortunate night, a sleepless woman spied Stan's group pulling off a robbery, and Stan's was the face she remembered. When Wanted posters sporting his description popped up around town, Stan, at the age of 17, was forced to sneak from his home to live his life elsewhere.
RP Example: Stan woke up sweating. Back where he'd lived with his family, the climate had been comfortably warm year-round. Now, wherever he was, the climate was decidedly hot. Maybe it was just summer time wherever he was. He didn't keep track of the days like he used to, no more than he kept track of in what direction he walked.
At first Stan had been surprised by the lack of civilization he found on his travels. The town he'd grown up in had been one of many in the district, and he'd assumed the entire world was just as thickly settled. He no longer worried when he went several weeks without seeing another human being- instead, he got bored. Eventually, Stan wanted to find some place to build up a proper life for himself. He wandered through the forest, not knowing that what he was searching for lay not far ahead.
Add a one-liner: Stan Hollum, the store-keeper with other talents.
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Well! If I had this much fun with the application, then I can't wait to actually play the game! Also:
Age: 23
Appearance: Marc is quite tall. Standing at 5"11, he wears a worn-out, white shirt and brown pants, as well as brown boots and a belt holding his trusty 'Cutter'. He has a scheming, yet kind face.
Attributes: Ever heard of the term 'silver tongue'? Well, Marc has one made of gold. He has talked his way out of many scrapes in the past. He is also a good liar and often speaks with sarcasm, which normally gets him into the scrapes in the first place. He's not anti-social in the least. He tries to get on everyone's good side, which doesn't always work. Marc is a very good reader and loves to read books about the times of old. He also writes a little poetry, for he is a softy at heart. He is well-known from where he comes from for his swordfighting, most of all.
Equipment: All he has in his belt (literally) are 2 daggers and his 'Cutter', a sword given to him when he was young.
Bio**: Marc was born as the only son of a couple living in the wilderness. His mother was very kind and his father was hardworking at their farm nearby. But one day, when he was 3, there was a terrible forest fire. It burned down the house and the farm, killing both of his parents. A hiker had seen the fire and knew of a house there. Luckily, he reached in time to save Marc. He took Marc to his house and took care of him for a long time.
When Marc was 15, the man was dying and could not take care of him any longer. He had taught Marc over the years how to handle a sword; a special sword called the Cutter. Marc reluctantly left the house and ventured off to a nearby city.
After 9 years, Marc had traveled to many cities, and in his travels he never found a place he liked. He didn't like that he would have to get to know everybody. He preferred to live alone in the wild, so that's what he went to do. Marc just picked a direction and started walking.
RP Example: Marc walked and walked, for days and days. He had gone too far to turn back now. He didn't care about bandits or storms. In fact, he kind of wanted a bandit to show up, to distract him of those cruel memories. The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered. There wasn't a person for miles, so he settled in a small tree hollow nearby. Well, he thought there was noone nearby...
Add a one-liner: Marc the Thinker
Here's a story I'm writing. So yeah.
Silent Raven
Chatix, accepted.
Rayn, accepted.
Ntur, Accepted. And... Yeah, most of us probably should xD.
Scat, denied. There is no village there yet. It's just a person in a clearing. Edit your app, and I'll reconsider.
Also, saw the edit, AZilla. Yay! >w<
~DED
~DED
Age:32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kiril is a huge 8 foot tall black man. He has large, calloused hands, muscular arms and strong legs. He isn't the smartest person to have lived, but he makes up for it with his brute strength. He is very easy to recognize. Kiril has a shaved head, and a face covered in scars. He looks fearsome enough, and has been in plenty of fights but he has a very kind nature, and wouldn't hurt people. He usually dresses in a red flannel shirt and jeans, the sleeves of his shirt are usually rolled back, showing his muscular forearms.
Attributes: Kiril is a very kind-hearted man, he is incredibly strong, as he worked as a miner most his life, after he finished soldier training. He has been ambushed by bandits and thieves too many times, so he is suspicious sometimes, and only his immense strength has kept him up when he was robbed. He has some skill with a sword and is good at mining. But he is absolutely useless with a bow and arrow and knows almost nothing about medicine.
Equipment: The only armour Kirin wears is a dusty leather Chest piece, His equipment is a pickaxe, a sword, some meager food supplies and torches. He also has an old metal gauntlet, given to him by his father.
BIO: Kiril grew up in a relatively poor family, living alone with his father. His dad used to be one of the best soldiers the city had had, and he had wanted Kiril to grow up a soldier. For his teens Kiril trained as a soldier, for his father but when the town of Glowvalley had attacked their smaller village, Kiril's father was mercilessly slaughtered. He then fled, finding cover in a small village, mining for them, which was when the training he had been given began to pay off. His muscles developed rapidly, and he was able to mine for hours without getting tired. He had a great life, until his new home was also ravaged, and sacked by Bandits
RP Example:Kiril fled through the woods, breathing hard. He could barley see in the dark, but kept on turning around, knowing the thieves were merely moments away. He ran, not looking back he pushed bushes and branches out of the way, scratching his hands. When suddenly he hears "STOP" He turns around, about three men, all have bandannas around their mouths, all holding knives. "Give us your money, old man" one of the snarled. Kiril knew there wasn't much he could do, sighing he made a feint of drawing his sword, hearing the hiss of a blade being drawn the turned to see. While their attention was diverted he leapt forward, smashing one in the face with his massive fist. By now he had drawn the sword and stabbed it through another one's chest. He felt the satisfying resistance of his skin as his blade sunk in. The final thief jumped, stabbing the blade through Kiril's shoulder, grunting in pain and exertion he ripped the thief off and snapped his neck. Only his immense strength kept him standing, he turned around, feeling the warm blood gush through his fingers, he saw a clearing. Giving a painful sigh, he collapsed.
One Liner: Great, i'm getting robbed, just my luck
Suggestions: Maybe put in creepers?
Here's a story I'm writing. So yeah.
Silent Raven
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Soarn has green eyes and brownish-black hair. His shirt is brown and covers his arms halfway. His only weapon is his golden sword, which he names Drachma, after the greek currency. The sword runs diagonally downward on his back. Soarn isn't as smart as others, though. He's as tall as a natural adult would,6'9.
Attributes: Even though he isn't the smartest, Soarn is one of the nicest guys you'll meet. He's mildly patient and can agree with something before hesitating. With a sword, Soarn can protect himself, and, if he has enough focus, he can block an attack with the sword. He has never shot a gun before so you can say he's bad at shooting. If he uses a bow, he can almost get a bullseye within every shot.
Equipment: Leather hat, shirt, and boots. As I said, his only weapon is a sword.
BIO: Soarn knew he was lucky, and that he always appreciated what he had. His family lived in a medium-sized house with his two sisters,a brother, his mother, and his father. He was the oldest of his siblings so the others decided not to mess with him. He was trained as a soldier, but never shot. Most of the other soldiers called him a sword-soldier, in fact, that was true. Soarn loved to fight with swords, especially to protect his family. One night, 5 rogues had entered the house unexpectingly. Soarn woke up hearing the screams of his sisters, mother, and his father. His brother was still in bed but he was dead. He ran into the family room with his sword and saw that his mother and sister were in bags that the rogues were carrying. The rogues ran, Soarn close behind. Soarn decided they had more stamina and were too fast for him so, not wanting to, he had to stop. He saw the rogues and his mother and sisters going off in the distance. He went back to the house to see his dad, on the roof dead. Soarn made a promise that he would get revenge... someday.
Rp Example: Slash! Ping! Fighting in the rain wasn't his idea of fun. Soarn had never been this tired. Many trickles of sweat poured down his forehead while fighting a rogue. Why had he chosen to become a swordfigher? Cling! The rogue almost hit his heart, but he dodged the attack by hitting the sword with his own and ducking, while kicking the rogue in the leg, trying to throw him off. Although, the rogue wouldn't give up easily so it grabbed Soarn's leg and made him trip. Soarn stabbed the rogue in the back while falling. The rogue howled in pain and slowly got up. But, then Soarn kicked him back down on the wet, and bloody ground. Panting and trying to catch his breath, Soarn thought what would happen if he had been stabbed on that rainy ground. He moved the corpse on the ground with his foot, hoping it was dead. Blood and sweat covered him. This rogue was trained... really well. But, why did it come after him? Soarn continued on through the plains, not knowing what was in store for him.
One Liner: Soarn, the Traveling Warrior
Suggestions: It's as epic as it needs to be.
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Yo you should click. One click to save a dragon's life...
@Tambar Denied. Read the rules VERY closely.
@Creepurz Looks good, but... Denied. Grammars a bit sloppy, and word choice could use some work to.
On a different note... People already in the RP... DO you want to wait for more before starting? Or just start now, and accept along the way?
~DED
Name: Kiril Treaty
Age:32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kiril is a huge 8 foot tall black man. He has large, calloused hands, muscular arms and strong legs. He isn't the smartest person to have lived, but he makes up for it with his brute strength. He is very easy to recognize. Kiril has a shaved head, and a face covered in scars. He looks fearsome enough, and has been in plenty of fights but he has a very kind nature, and wouldn't hurt people. He usually dresses in a red flannel shirt and jeans, the sleeves of his shirt are usually rolled back, showing his muscular forearms.
Attributes: Kiril is a very kind-hearted man, he is incredibly strong, as he worked as a miner most his life, after he finished soldier training. He has been ambushed by bandits and thieves too many times, so he is suspicious sometimes, and only his immense strength has kept him up when he was robbed. He has some skill with a sword and is good at mining. But he is absolutely useless with a bow and arrow and knows almost nothing about medicine.
Equipment: The only armour Kirin wears is a dusty leather Chest piece, His equipment is a pickaxe, a sword, some meager food supplies and torches. He also has an old metal gauntlet, given to him by his father.
BIO: Kiril grew up in a relatively poor family, living alone with his father. His dad used to be one of the best soldiers the city had had, and he had wanted Kiril to grow up a soldier. For his teens Kiril trained as a soldier, for his father but when the town of Glowvalley had attacked their smaller village, Kiril's father was mercilessly slaughtered. He then fled, finding cover in a small village, mining for them, which was when the training he had been given began to pay off. His muscles developed rapidly, and he was able to mine for hours without getting tired. He had a great life, until his new home was also ravaged, and sacked by Bandits **
RP Example:Kiril fled through the woods, breathing hard. He could barley see in the dark, but kept on turning around, knowing the thieves were merely moments away. He ran, not looking back he pushed bushes and branches out of the way, scratching his hands. When suddenly he hears "STOP" He turns around, about three men, all have bandannas around their mouths, all holding knives. "Give us your money, old man" one of the snarled. Kiril knew there wasn't much he could do, sighing he made a feint of drawing his sword, hearing the hiss of a blade being drawn the turned to see. While their attention was diverted he leapt forward, smashing one in the face with his massive fist. By now he had drawn the sword and stabbed it through another one's chest. He felt the satisfying resistance of his skin as his blade sunk in. The final thief jumped, stabbing the blade through Kiril's shoulder, grunting in pain and exertion he ripped the thief off and snapped his neck. Only his immense strength kept him standing, he turned around, feeling the warm blood gush through his fingers, he saw a clearing. Giving a painful sigh, he collapsed.
One Liner: Great, i'm getting robbed, just my luck
Suggestions: Maybe put in creepers?
<- Please. ._.