PLOT:
The great country Azeroth is ruled by a ruthless king, Tarrick III. Many have tried to overthrow Tarrick III but none succeeded. Now a group of assassins must try to get rid of the dictator.
CHARACTERS (excluding players, characters discovered will be added):
Tarrick Crewe, known as Lord Tarrick III: Dictator of Azeroth
Alexander (surname unknown): Tarrick's bodyguard
Maria Crewe: Tarrick's wife
John Fenwick: merchant
1. No magic
2. Cannot kill each other
3. You can kill yourself, just apply again to make a new character
4. This is a medieval roleplay - don't suddenly pull out an iPhone or something
5. You are not a god - you can become wounded, sick and even die
6. Make your biography (in your application) detailed, don't write 1 or 2 sentences. However, the biography is optional.
7. You can create some"NPCs". Just don't make too many.
Name:
Age: (you can be a child!)
Height:
Gender:
Weight:
Appearance: (describe or picture
Clothing:
Armor:
Weapons: (be reasonable, don't carry 50 longswords)
Personality: (3-5 adjectives)
Skills: (survival skills, fighting, etc.)
Inventory: (be reasonable, don't carry 1000 bars of gold)
Theme Song: (optional)
Biography: (optional)
Name: Lysander
Age: 20
Height: 6' 11"
Gender: Male
Weight: 250 lbs
Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, muscular, tall, scar on cheek (from bottom on right eye down to chin)
Clothing: Leather tunic, cloth trousers, chain leggings, underneath
Armor: Bronze chestplate with hieroglyphs inscribed on chest
Weapons: Black and red bow strapped to back, diamond-edged titanium sword with patterns inscribed on hilt, small bronze dagger with curved serrated edge
Personality: Protective, arrogant, competitive
Skills: survival skills, tactics, fighting
Inventory: small hunk of bread, tiny bit of cheese, 2' rope
Theme Song: none
Biography: none (could not remember anything before the age of 12)
Here's my app. By the way, what time does this event happen in history(estimation, what century)?
Name: Skaim Krial
Age: 31
Height: 5 feet and 9 inches.
Gender: Male.
Weight: 62 kg.
Appearance:
Clothing: A black shirt and black pants. He doesn't usually get seen in those though, as he is normal armoured.
Armor: A full set of dark black iron knight armour.
Weapons: A scimitar and shield, caltrops, a small blowgun and a heavy waraxe.
Personality: Silent most of the time to new people and strangers. Thinks strategically for the best path to an objective. Once you get to know him, he's friendlier and more talkative.
Skills: A master of the blade and deceit and a past strategist for an army.
Inventory: Bottles of poison, darts, some cloth to make bandages and money he stole from his enemies.
Theme Song:
Biography: None. At least not yet. His past is enshrouded in darkness, no one knows much about him other than he's a knight, and used to be a strategist for an army. That's it.
Armor: Picture, without the gem and gem holder.
Weapons: One-handed/two-handed sword, kit sheild.
Personality: To be RPed.
Skills: Sword and shield, sword, survival
Inventory: White full length cloak, 2 ounces of gold, knife, salted deer meat (1 weeks worth), Leather bottle of water.
Theme Song: N/A
Biography:
Sturm wasn't born in Azoreth he was born in a neighboring country, he grew up in a large village.
Sturm was turning 13 and had just accepted his new sword that marked him as a man when a man shouted "Invaders!" the men quickly drew their swords and charged out at the invaders, Sturm could hear the stomp of horse's hooves outside the chapel. The men outside fought bravely but they were no match to the mounted raiders, a raider who had dismounted his horse entered the chapel and found Sturm standing wit his sword out and a group of children and women cowering in a corner. at the sight of the raider Sturm started shaking and he muttered "I surrender, just let me live" and he dropped his sword and raised his hands. The raider said "Run, boy" Sturm opened the chapel door when a little boy yelled "Coward!" Sturm left the chapel and ran for his life.
Sturm stood ontop of a hill and watched the raiders leave, assured they were no longer in the village Sturm went back into the village. Sturm quickly found his father, his father was barely alive, "Father!" Sturm shouted and kneeled next to his father "Son, why did you run?" "I....I was scared"
"Take my sword" Sturms father let go of his sword
"O Okay" Sturm grabbed his fathers sword and put it into his scabbard
"Now leave me and avenge me, but remember to avenge me you cannot be a coward" and with that Sturms father died.
More to be added during the RP.
Here's my app. By the way, what time does this event happen in history(estimation, what century)?
Name:
Age: 31
Height: 5 feet and 9 inches.
Gender: Male.
Weight: 62 kg.
Appearance:
Clothing: A black shirt and black pants. He doesn't usually get seen in those though, as he is normal armoured.
Armor: A full set of dark black iron knight armour.
Weapons: A scimitar and shield, caltrops, a small blowgun and a heavy waraxe.
Personality: Silent most of the time to new people and strangers. Thinks strategically for the best path to an objective. Once you get to know him, he's friendlier and more talkative.
Skills: A master of the blade and deceit and a past strategist for an army.
Inventory: Bottles of poison, darts, some cloth to make bandages and money he stole from his enemies.
Theme Song:
Biography: None. At least not yet. His past is enshrouded in darkness, no one knows much about him other than he's a knight, and used to be a strategist for an army. That's it.
Name: Kale Tren Age: 15 Height: 5'3 Gender: Female Weight: 110 lbs Appearance:
Clothing: Light cloth cloak (painted black) (Painted gold on the trimming), Dark boots (Light boots, make little noise when moving), Woman's underwear (1300's style I guess?), Black light gauntlets (Quiet alternative to steel gauntlets.) Armor: Leather plating wore under cloak. Weapons: two light daggers (currently sharpened), One light sword (Sheathed on her back, Dull, Bloody, Carvings in the hilt in form of tally marks, marking how many people she has killed, currently 16), Poison blow dart shooter thingy, x12 poison darts. Personality: Smart, Humorous, Dark, Short tempered, Manipulative. Skills: Speed, Agility, Intelligence. Inventory: x50 gold pieces, 1 week rations (food), Dark mask (A normal mask, But very creepy looking, SCARY even) Theme Song: Biography: Kale Tren was born on december 6th of (idk what year to put here maybe 1397?) into a poor family. Sick more often than not. She has a strong immune system that is very helpful when the cold hit her family. A lot of them died, and with no one to support her, she picked up a blade and became the first 10 year old for hire.' She hadn't anticipated killing a person would be so hard. She had to train first. So she practiced everyday for 4 years. At age 14 she started killing, Killing 16 people so far, and counting. She new her speed wasn't enough, She ran everywhere. All the time. For 1 year straight, Becoming extremely fast. She started making coin very quick by completing jobs. If I was to give you one word of advice... Do NOT engage her in any way- Sir Capele Newont (King's guard committee)
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"You don't get to be in charge of a group dedicated to taking down titans, by fleeing from the targets. You get them by staining your best pair of pants and killing. The only problem I have is, The stains aren't blood."
((RP STARTING))
Lysander bristled with fury as he noticed the bandits outside again. The bandits always came to his house on the edge of the Unknown Area. It is forbidden by law to cross the fence into the Area, so Lysander, being the person he is, built a house on the coast, right next to the fence. The bandits start to converse outside, and Lysander sighed as he readied his sword.
((We will all have to meet up sometime))
A man dressed in dark armour walked on the pathway, looking at the fiery torches which stood on the fence. It was a dark night, his armour working perfectly as camouflage. As he continued to travel along the cobblestone pathway, he noticed some bandits standing at the entrance of the door. Bandits weren't his favourite type of people, and he had already announced the consequences of a bandit meeting him before. He held tight onto his scimitar and shield, sneakily approaching the group of thieves.
((Let's speak in first-person))
"COWPAT!" I screamed as I hefted my sword and charged the bandit. There was a creepy man in black armor near them, but he looked... friendly. I slashed at the first bandit. He released a guttural scream. I felt no resistance (except for the spine) as I chopped him in half. 2 other bandits charged me and I spun round, releasing my new invention: the Hidden Blade ((like Assassin's Creed)). I stabbed the first guard and crouched as the second bandit swung his oversized sword. I grabbed the bandit from behind and held my blade up to his throat. He whimpered, and I noticed he was no more than sixteen. I sighed and kicked him in the back as he fell on his face. He moaned and started crawling away. The rest of the bandits were running. I used an arrow to shoot one in the back of the neck.
I turned to the man in dark armor. The man gripped his shield and sword. I recognized that style of sword... then I struck me. During the war against the Chinese, I noticed the soldiers holding curved swords like his. However, the man's blade was very, very dark.
((Is first-person required?))
Sturm was sitting onto of his horse with his chin against his chest as he puled his horse along, he heard the ring of metal and looked up and saw bandits fighting a man. The man seemed to be winning but Sturm jumped on his horse and said "Come on Destro" and hit his heels against his horses side, Destro trotted towards the gate and jumped it. By the time Destro jumped the horse the man had already won. "I am Sturm, I come from a country far from here" Sturm said, Sturm lowered himself off Destro and grabbed hold of Destro's bridle.((I'm not in my armor right now))
He noticed what he said. Lysander. It sounded familiar, but he ignored him. He looked to the man with the hidden blade, showing no body expressions at all. He then spoke in a dark voice as well, almost distorted.
He nodded, still holding his sword with one hand. He looked around, noticing one bandit left, crawling away. He smiled to himself secretly and walked to him.
"No one spared the millions of people who died in wars, fighting for what they believe in. This one was just trying to steal. No honour at all I'm afraid."
Sturm was watching this go on when he said "Do you know what had happened to him? Do you know if he has been forced into killing? Take his weapons but spare his life"
Height: He's tall just like Ibrahimovic, probably 'round 192 cm.
Gender: Male
Weight: Not much at all, pretty regular. Why would someone require to know people's weight unless they are peculiar?
Appearance:
Clothing: I'm not sure what type of clothes it was common on that epoch, but I could say that he uses the garment of a moderately rich burgher who's still a young lad, always coloured with red dye.
Armor:
A common type of removable metal waistcoat made of pressured oxygenated iron (also known as steel) and a regular utility belt with a sheath made of the finest and most nobly styled platinum rusted (or dimmed, if you'd go on this form) adorned with valuable gemstones and golden Persian runes (you known Persia, right? You won't find most chic items than from there).
Weapons:
A majestic steel Shamshir adorned with several golden runes and its handle made of ox horn.
(Note that Shamshirs are amazingly thin.)
Personality: Observant, attentive, amicable, hardly manipulable and astute on the use of words.
Skills: Extremely watchful with great reflexes and dexterity/agility on using thin blades.
Inventory: Sahmshir sword, 2000 gold coins on a leather bag, a special type of pepper that, when squeezed, squirts its pure capsaicin juice that causes stinging and death of skin cells (burning).
Biography: Almost everyone's too lazy to add one so why should I?
The great country Azeroth is ruled by a ruthless king, Tarrick III. Many have tried to overthrow Tarrick III but none succeeded. Now a group of assassins must try to get rid of the dictator.
CHARACTERS (excluding players, characters discovered will be added):
Tarrick Crewe, known as Lord Tarrick III: Dictator of Azeroth
Alexander (surname unknown): Tarrick's bodyguard
Maria Crewe: Tarrick's wife
John Fenwick: merchant
2. Cannot kill each other
3. You can kill yourself, just apply again to make a new character
4. This is a medieval roleplay - don't suddenly pull out an iPhone or something
5. You are not a god - you can become wounded, sick and even die
6. Make your biography (in your application) detailed, don't write 1 or 2 sentences. However, the biography is optional.
7. You can create some"NPCs". Just don't make too many.
Age: (you can be a child!)
Height:
Gender:
Weight:
Appearance: (describe or picture
Clothing:
Armor:
Weapons: (be reasonable, don't carry 50 longswords)
Personality: (3-5 adjectives)
Skills: (survival skills, fighting, etc.)
Inventory: (be reasonable, don't carry 1000 bars of gold)
Theme Song: (optional)
Biography: (optional)
Age: 20
Height: 6' 11"
Gender: Male
Weight: 250 lbs
Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, muscular, tall, scar on cheek (from bottom on right eye down to chin)
Clothing: Leather tunic, cloth trousers, chain leggings, underneath
Armor: Bronze chestplate with hieroglyphs inscribed on chest
Weapons: Black and red bow strapped to back, diamond-edged titanium sword with patterns inscribed on hilt, small bronze dagger with curved serrated edge
Personality: Protective, arrogant, competitive
Skills: survival skills, tactics, fighting
Inventory: small hunk of bread, tiny bit of cheese, 2' rope
Theme Song: none
Biography: none (could not remember anything before the age of 12)
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Name: Skaim Krial
Age: 31
Height: 5 feet and 9 inches.
Gender: Male.
Weight: 62 kg.
Appearance:
Armor: A full set of dark black iron knight armour.
Weapons: A scimitar and shield, caltrops, a small blowgun and a heavy waraxe.
Personality: Silent most of the time to new people and strangers. Thinks strategically for the best path to an objective. Once you get to know him, he's friendlier and more talkative.
Skills: A master of the blade and deceit and a past strategist for an army.
Inventory: Bottles of poison, darts, some cloth to make bandages and money he stole from his enemies.
Theme Song:
Age: 28
Height: 6' 10"
Gender: Male
Weight: 270.
Appearance:
Weapons: One-handed/two-handed sword, kit sheild.
Personality: To be RPed.
Skills: Sword and shield, sword, survival
Inventory: White full length cloak, 2 ounces of gold, knife, salted deer meat (1 weeks worth), Leather bottle of water.
Theme Song: N/A
Biography:
Sturm wasn't born in Azoreth he was born in a neighboring country, he grew up in a large village.
Sturm was turning 13 and had just accepted his new sword that marked him as a man when a man shouted "Invaders!" the men quickly drew their swords and charged out at the invaders, Sturm could hear the stomp of horse's hooves outside the chapel. The men outside fought bravely but they were no match to the mounted raiders, a raider who had dismounted his horse entered the chapel and found Sturm standing wit his sword out and a group of children and women cowering in a corner. at the sight of the raider Sturm started shaking and he muttered "I surrender, just let me live" and he dropped his sword and raised his hands. The raider said "Run, boy" Sturm opened the chapel door when a little boy yelled "Coward!" Sturm left the chapel and ran for his life.
Sturm stood ontop of a hill and watched the raiders leave, assured they were no longer in the village Sturm went back into the village. Sturm quickly found his father, his father was barely alive, "Father!" Sturm shouted and kneeled next to his father "Son, why did you run?" "I....I was scared"
"Take my sword" Sturms father let go of his sword
"O Okay" Sturm grabbed his fathers sword and put it into his scabbard
"Now leave me and avenge me, but remember to avenge me you cannot be a coward" and with that Sturms father died.
More to be added during the RP.
Woop. Unimportant stuff here.
Uh... about 1300.
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Age: 15
Height: 5'3
Gender: Female
Weight: 110 lbs
Appearance:
Armor: Leather plating wore under cloak.
Weapons: two light daggers (currently sharpened), One light sword (Sheathed on her back, Dull, Bloody, Carvings in the hilt in form of tally marks, marking how many people she has killed, currently 16), Poison blow dart shooter thingy, x12 poison darts.
Personality: Smart, Humorous, Dark, Short tempered, Manipulative.
Skills: Speed, Agility, Intelligence.
Inventory: x50 gold pieces, 1 week rations (food), Dark mask (A normal mask, But very creepy looking, SCARY even)
Theme Song:
Biography: Kale Tren was born on december 6th of (idk what year to put here maybe 1397?) into a poor family. Sick more often than not. She has a strong immune system that is very helpful when the cold hit her family. A lot of them died, and with no one to support her, she picked up a blade and became the first 10 year old for hire.'
She hadn't anticipated killing a person would be so hard. She had to train first. So she practiced everyday for 4 years. At age 14 she started killing, Killing 16 people so far, and counting. She new her speed wasn't enough, She ran everywhere. All the time. For 1 year straight, Becoming extremely fast. She started making coin very quick by completing jobs. If I was to give you one word of advice... Do NOT engage her in any way- Sir Capele Newont (King's guard committee)
Accepted.
Where is your name?
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((Sorry, added. Will the RP start now?))
Lysander bristled with fury as he noticed the bandits outside again. The bandits always came to his house on the edge of the Unknown Area. It is forbidden by law to cross the fence into the Area, so Lysander, being the person he is, built a house on the coast, right next to the fence. The bandits start to converse outside, and Lysander sighed as he readied his sword.
((We will all have to meet up sometime))
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"COWPAT!" I screamed as I hefted my sword and charged the bandit. There was a creepy man in black armor near them, but he looked... friendly. I slashed at the first bandit. He released a guttural scream. I felt no resistance (except for the spine) as I chopped him in half. 2 other bandits charged me and I spun round, releasing my new invention: the Hidden Blade ((like Assassin's Creed)). I stabbed the first guard and crouched as the second bandit swung his oversized sword. I grabbed the bandit from behind and held my blade up to his throat. He whimpered, and I noticed he was no more than sixteen. I sighed and kicked him in the back as he fell on his face. He moaned and started crawling away. The rest of the bandits were running. I used an arrow to shoot one in the back of the neck.
I turned to the man in dark armor. The man gripped his shield and sword. I recognized that style of sword... then I struck me. During the war against the Chinese, I noticed the soldiers holding curved swords like his. However, the man's blade was very, very dark.
i quit
Sturm was sitting onto of his horse with his chin against his chest as he puled his horse along, he heard the ring of metal and looked up and saw bandits fighting a man. The man seemed to be winning but Sturm jumped on his horse and said "Come on Destro" and hit his heels against his horses side, Destro trotted towards the gate and jumped it. By the time Destro jumped the horse the man had already won. "I am Sturm, I come from a country far from here" Sturm said, Sturm lowered himself off Destro and grabbed hold of Destro's bridle.((I'm not in my armor right now))
Woop. Unimportant stuff here.
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"You seem to realise me."
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"No one spared the millions of people who died in wars, fighting for what they believe in. This one was just trying to steal. No honour at all I'm afraid."
Woop. Unimportant stuff here.
Age: 25
Height: He's tall just like Ibrahimovic, probably 'round 192 cm.
Gender: Male
Weight: Not much at all, pretty regular. Why would someone require to know people's weight unless they are peculiar?
Appearance:
Clothing: I'm not sure what type of clothes it was common on that epoch, but I could say that he uses the garment of a moderately rich burgher who's still a young lad, always coloured with red dye.
Armor:
A common type of removable metal waistcoat made of pressured oxygenated iron (also known as steel) and a regular utility belt with a sheath made of the finest and most nobly styled platinum rusted (or dimmed, if you'd go on this form) adorned with valuable gemstones and golden Persian runes (you known Persia, right? You won't find most chic items than from there).
Weapons:
A majestic steel Shamshir adorned with several golden runes and its handle made of ox horn.
(Note that Shamshirs are amazingly thin.)
Personality: Observant, attentive, amicable, hardly manipulable and astute on the use of words.
Skills: Extremely watchful with great reflexes and dexterity/agility on using thin blades.
Inventory: Sahmshir sword, 2000 gold coins on a leather bag, a special type of pepper that, when squeezed, squirts its pure capsaicin juice that causes stinging and death of skin cells (burning).
Biography: Almost everyone's too lazy to add one so why should I?
ACCEPTED.
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