IGN: SampleFriend
Faction Of Choice: Nomads
Can you RP: Yes. =)
Did you read the rules?: Yeah, definitely. Remind me to re-read though, I tend to forget things quickly. But fear not, I don't grief >_>
Character name: Victor Ryzuv
Character BIO: Born into a family who trades, Victor was dragged along by his father across the lands, trading goods and whatnot. Being used to such, Victor finds it hard not to stop traveling when his father's trading house had to be shut down for reasons never revealed. Intrigued by the many vague memories he has of the distant lands, he sets out once more to unveil the secrets, with the excuse of being on a trip where he would trade.
Just a very short narrative I came up with in a quick hour or so. Rate and review, enjoy.
This fic has also been uploaded to fanfiction.net... Any updates will be there.
+++++++++++++++++++++ Square One “Everything has been figured out, except how to live.” ~ Jean-Paul Sartre
The harder I tried to solve to mysteries of this world, the more it gave rise to speculations of my own destiny. And these speculations... are quite impossible to verify.
I awoke to the sound of a horde of small trolls painfully excavating the inside of my skull with their vicious little hammers and pickaxes. Each thump made me wince, though the worse came when I opened my eyes. A flare of sunlight lanced my pupils like flaming needles; I shut them immediately, only to be assailed by a horrible flaring red that burned my eyeballs.
My mouth felt as sandy as what I was lying on. Following, I felt the overwhelming need to pee, throw up, or merely get trampled over a large number of pigs and die – I was hearing what sounded like pigs grunting. Using my right hand (which felt intact) to shield my eyes from the worst of the light, I opened them once more as I sat up slowly, leaning my body weight on my left hand which acted as a support.
It was then when I found myself face-to-face with a foreign land, one which caught my attention right away, with it's breath-taking beauty. Before I even had time to think set my thoughts straight, I found myself mesmerized by the landscape. It was as if I had just stepped into another world. A dream… I stood, stepped over to a body of water, half-frozen, lit by the sunlight giving out it's blessing and warmth.
I scanned the horizon; morning.
Small, beautiful, emerald-green trees, perfect grass, steep hills, sandy beaches, all dulled by the amazingly serene and tranquil gray morning fog.
The scene felt vaguely familiar, but I couldn't recall where I had seen such before.
Recall...?
The sudden moment of revelation, I couldn't recall a single thing. My name, who I was, everything. Yet, this place, it spoke to me as if I were a part of it, bond by an affinity, joined by the same alignment, buried somewhere deep in the depths of my mind, yet to be triggered... In my previous life, perhaps?
Previous life?
So then, I figured the purpose of my being here, the first goal set for me by the very same mystifying force that brought me here. And that, was to discover my identity.
Minecraft User:Rotatiller
Banned before? :no
Location/Timezone: (This is very important): -5
First name (or what you would like to be referred to as):Travis
Age:18
RP Experience:none
Why you would like to join:I've always wanted to join a little minecraft server and have some fun
Won't hurt letting you on the server, I guess... If you're interested in RP, all the better ^^
I think piers is much older than 130, but really no way of telling. Lemuria is supposed to be like an lost atlantis, so i always thought the lemurians would be like 400-700 years old.
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Faction Of Choice: Nomads
Can you RP: Yes. =)
Did you read the rules?: Yeah, definitely. Remind me to re-read though, I tend to forget things quickly. But fear not, I don't grief >_>
Character name: Victor Ryzuv
Character BIO: Born into a family who trades, Victor was dragged along by his father across the lands, trading goods and whatnot. Being used to such, Victor finds it hard not to stop traveling when his father's trading house had to be shut down for reasons never revealed. Intrigued by the many vague memories he has of the distant lands, he sets out once more to unveil the secrets, with the excuse of being on a trip where he would trade.
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This fic has also been uploaded to fanfiction.net... Any updates will be there.
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Square One
“Everything has been figured out, except how to live.” ~ Jean-Paul Sartre
The harder I tried to solve to mysteries of this world, the more it gave rise to speculations of my own destiny. And these speculations... are quite impossible to verify.
I awoke to the sound of a horde of small trolls painfully excavating the inside of my skull with their vicious little hammers and pickaxes. Each thump made me wince, though the worse came when I opened my eyes. A flare of sunlight lanced my pupils like flaming needles; I shut them immediately, only to be assailed by a horrible flaring red that burned my eyeballs.
My mouth felt as sandy as what I was lying on. Following, I felt the overwhelming need to pee, throw up, or merely get trampled over a large number of pigs and die – I was hearing what sounded like pigs grunting. Using my right hand (which felt intact) to shield my eyes from the worst of the light, I opened them once more as I sat up slowly, leaning my body weight on my left hand which acted as a support.
It was then when I found myself face-to-face with a foreign land, one which caught my attention right away, with it's breath-taking beauty. Before I even had time to think set my thoughts straight, I found myself mesmerized by the landscape. It was as if I had just stepped into another world. A dream… I stood, stepped over to a body of water, half-frozen, lit by the sunlight giving out it's blessing and warmth.
I scanned the horizon; morning.
Small, beautiful, emerald-green trees, perfect grass, steep hills, sandy beaches, all dulled by the amazingly serene and tranquil gray morning fog.
The scene felt vaguely familiar, but I couldn't recall where I had seen such before.
Recall...?
The sudden moment of revelation, I couldn't recall a single thing. My name, who I was, everything. Yet, this place, it spoke to me as if I were a part of it, bond by an affinity, joined by the same alignment, buried somewhere deep in the depths of my mind, yet to be triggered... In my previous life, perhaps?
Previous life?
So then, I figured the purpose of my being here, the first goal set for me by the very same mystifying force that brought me here. And that, was to discover my identity.
But first things first, survival. Alone.
And it begun...
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Won't hurt letting you on the server, I guess... If you're interested in RP, all the better ^^
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Let's just say he's ancient >_>
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Mia had a good design D= Rief is just... Different =/
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Piers is no pirate... =O You mean Eoleo or Briggs?
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Will we ever make it? D=
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I probably missed out one or two Djinn there D=
But I'm glad we don't really need all the Djinn the fight Dullahan (or do we?)
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Those were the good times...=D
Speaking of Golden Sun, I did think of remaking the world in Minecraft <_<
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