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Bearing that in mind, sorry for the delay on everyone's part (as you can see that was sent on Monday, but I didn't even notice that post until later). Accepted. BookWyrm may or may not take up the moderator status.
Your character should be at the tournament. Write a post for your first fight, against an NPC you also control. Make yourself win, obviously, just use the post to give an idea of your fighting style.
Thank you, I will make a post as soon as possible.
Weapons: Lilian wields a spear named "Siopilós" (See-yo-pee-loss) it roughly translate to "Silent" in Greek, this spear also functions a javelin at times. This spear is 6ft long and highly resembles Greek weapons. The tip is double edged blade that resembles the Xiphos during the spartan era. The spear has a silver cloth wrapped by the base of where the blades starts. This spear folds so that it may be easier to bring along. This spear was hand crafted by her father after Lilian learned how to use a spear, it is made of simple iron is painted by the colours of the Von Hassan, silver and gold.
History: Lilian wasn't always the bitter quiet one she is now, during her younger years she was a cheerful young lass who saw the world in it's beauty instead of it's flaws. Her mother the elf and her father the human lived together in love and matrimony, and it was soon Lilian was born. She started as the first half-elf in the entirety of the Von Hassanpeace family which was a big step-up to the Von Hassanpeace name. Though with her being the only one who's not fully human, it stirred up a ruckus within the Von Hassanpeace family, sides were taken and the family began to divide. The family's wealth slowly deteriorated along with the respect from each side of the family.
Lilian was thought by her father to fight at an early age, the age of 7 was when she first started to learn about hand to hand combat, though she had no idea why, she had no choice but to obey her father since she didn't want to be hated by her parents. She was trained for five years before her father even let her near a weapon in which she gladly chose aspearto stick by her side as time continued.
Lilian was very oblivious to everything that was happening, she had no clue that this was her fault as a child and continued to live her life as is until she was 19. It was on her 19th birthday in which the opposing side attacked, and within the family blood was spilled, and ties were broken. Von Hassanpeaces from all over the family began to murder and kill just to get their hands on Lilian. Lilian's father was caught in the commotion, and was kidnapped, her mother on the other hand told her to run and never come back before her throat was slit in front of her daughter. Lilian ran into the forest hoping to find a place to be safe, hoping that one day she could see her father again.
As the Lilian grew older, her emotions began to fade with only anger and pain keeping intact. Lilian found a home for herself in a cave and took it as a place of shelter. This cave was rather close to a small town, though no one in the town dared to come near the cave since Lilian gave it a reputation that a creature resides there that feasts on the flesh of man. In this cave, she learned how to sneak and slay, she learned the ins and outs of her great knife and her ability to stay quiet.
At the age of 22, Lilian overheard people talking about Zed Von Hassanpeace, her father. Her father was alive and is being used as a bait to call upon Lilian so the Von Hassanpeaces can take her and slay her as the witch that she is. Lilian didn't know it was a bait and she was slowly lead to this trap, until... Lara Von Hassanpeace, the leader of anti-Lilian side was murdered by an assassin right after her father was flayed. Lilian saw her father and ran again, she was beginning to think that running was the only thing she could do, and it was on that moment Lilian turned her life around.
Years have passed, she slowly turned into a thief and bounty hunter to keep herself fed for the years that go by and since she was short, no one really thought to talk to a little girl. She always had her great knife concealed and always made sure she was ready for anything thrown at her. She always thought being a sneaky little one was better than being a knight who would scream for glory and honor, huzzah! In battle. She slowly came to the realization that family is just a word, it didn't mean anything.
"Everyone has a price, even me, after all... Loyalty isn't earned. It's bought." ~Lilian Von Hassanpeace, age 26
Hopefully by changing it, it will make my character significantly less edgy than what she already is.
Weapons: [/b]Lilian wields a spear named "Siopilós" (See-yo-pee-loss) it roughly translate to "Silent" in Greek, this spear also functions a javelin at times. This spear is 6ft long and highly resembles Greek weapons. The tip is double edged blade that resembles the Xiphos during the spartan era. The spear has a silver cloth wrapped by the base of where the blades starts. This spear folds so that it may be easier to bring along. This spear was hand crafted by her father after Lilian learned how to use a spear, it is made of simple iron is painted by the colours of the Von Hassan, silver and gold.
History:[/b] Lilian wasn't always the bitter quiet one she is now, during her younger years she was a cheerful young lass who saw the world in it's beauty instead of it's flaws. Her mother the elf and her father the human lived together in love and matrimony, and it was soon Lilian was born. She started as the first half-elf in the entirety of the Von Hassanpeace family which was a big step-up to the Von Hassanpeace name. Though with her being the only one who's not fully human, it stirred up a ruckus within the Von Hassanpeace family, sides were taken and the family began to divide. The family's wealth slowly deteriorated along with the respect from each side of the family.
Lilian was thought by her father to fight at an early age, the age of 7 was when she first started to learn about hand to hand combat, though she had no idea why, she had no choice but to obey her father since she didn't want to be hated by her parents. She was trained for five years before her father even let her near a weapon in which she gladly chose aspear[/i] [/b]to stick by her side as time continued.
Lilian was very oblivious to everything that was happening, she had no clue that this was her fault as a child and continued to live her life as is until she was 19. It was on her 19th birthday in which the opposing side attacked, and within the family blood was spilled, and ties were broken. Von Hassanpeaces from all over the family began to murder and kill just to get their hands on Lilian. Lilian's father was caught in the commotion, and was kidnapped, her mother on the other hand told her to run and never come back before her throat was slit in front of her daughter. Lilian ran into the forest hoping to find a place to be safe, hoping that one day she could see her father again.
As the Lilian grew older, her emotions began to fade with only anger and pain keeping intact. Lilian found a home for herself in a cave and took it as a place of shelter. This cave was rather close to a small town, though no one in the town dared to come near the cave since Lilian gave it a reputation that a creature resides there that feasts on the flesh of man. In this cave, she learned how to sneak and slay, she learned the ins and outs of her great knife and her ability to stay quiet.
At the age of 22, Lilian overheard people talking about Zed Von Hassanpeace, her father. Her father was alive and is being used as a bait to call upon Lilian so the Von Hassanpeaces can take her and slay her as the witch that she is. Lilian didn't know it was a bait and she was slowly lead to this trap, until... Lara Von Hassanpeace, the leader of anti-Lilian side was murdered by an assassin right after her father was flayed. Lilian saw her father and ran again, she was beginning to think that running was the only thing she could do, and it was on that moment Lilian turned her life around.
Years have passed, she slowly turned into a thief and bounty hunter to keep herself fed for the years that go by and since she was short, no one really thought to talk to a little girl. She always had her great knife concealed and always made sure she was ready for anything thrown at her. She always thought being a sneaky little one was better than being a knight who would scream for glory and honor, huzzah! [/i]In battle. She slowly came to the realization that family is just a word, it didn't mean anything.
"Everyone has a price, even me, after all... Loyalty isn't earned. It's bought."[/i]
~Lilian Von Hassanpeace, age 26[/i]
If by "also functions as a javelin" you mean it can be thrown, spears can generally do that by default. But javelins are exclusively throwing weapons, designed to be lighter than spears, so I'm not really willing to call your weapon a javelin at all and don't expect to be throwing it as well as one. Especially since it's iron. Throwing is on the table, but I'm just saying you won't be an olympic javelin thrower with it. It probably won't be that great for throwing at all.
Otherwise, you're good. To give context to everyone else, we're letting Astral change their weapon before they've posted. This is a one-time deal, nobody come complaining at us for do-overs.
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If by "also functions as a javelin" you mean it can be thrown, spears can generally do that by default. But javelins are exclusively throwing weapons, designed to be lighter than spears, so I'm not really willing to call your weapon a javelin at all and don't expect to be throwing it as well as one. Especially since it's iron. Throwing is on the table, but I'm just saying you won't be an olympic javelin thrower with it. It probably won't be that great for throwing at all.
Otherwise, you're good. To give context to everyone else, we're letting Astral change their weapon before they've posted. This is a one-time deal, nobody come complaining at us for do-overs.
I'm just pointing out the throwable-ness-ish of the weapon, I will put this into play in a bit. Not the throwing bit though, I mean the fighting.
I'm just pointing out the throwable-ness-ish of the weapon, I will put this into play in a bit. Not the throwing bit though, I mean the fighting.
Sounds great! Can't wait to see you in the arena, we're planning a bit to keep it going, but we'll need your first post as soon as you can.
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Very light, almost white, blonde hair sits at Viralt’s shoulders, pulled back and above his ears. The top is tied into a tight ponytail and the sides are pulled behind his ears to reveal his handsome face. His nose is perfectly symmetrical and narrow. He has a thin, chiseled face; at certain angles, light will reveal the dimple in his chin. Thick stubble covers his lower face and upper lip.
His body is lean and muscular. Each muscle is tight in his smooth, pale skin. Though the majority of his skin is smooth, he has earned a few scars fighting monsters, one reaching down his left bicep and forearm, another revealing that claws have previously sunk into his back. He stands at six feet and one inch, taller than the average human.
Strengths:
Viralt has a few past experience with monsters.
He utilizes evasive maneuvers to make up for the fact that his armor isn’t the tankiest.
His primary fighting style is untraditional in a dueling sense, and employs thrusts and spinning counter attacks to create momentum in the sword, allowing him to easily cut the thick bones and tissues of monsters.
Weaknesses:
Sometimes he is overconfident, and sees himself as a master Slayer. While he is skilled, he is far from being a master.
The only armor he wears is light and flexible. Getting hit hard isn’t something his armor would stop, unlike most plate armor.
The style of fighting that he is an expert in is mostly ineffective against trained combatants. Traditional dueling fight styles are not his area of expertise.
Weapons:
He carries a beautiful longsword with a satin finish. The entire weapon measures four feet long. Nine inches of the weapon are dedicated to the hilt, the other thirty-nine for the blade. The pommel is hexagonal, and gradually increases in width the further it gets from the handle to create a curve. The grip is wire wrapped with annealed steel and copper, and in the center, a ferrule separates two sections of the handle. The guard is v-shaped, with a slight inward offset half way up the guard. The blade itself has a ricasso at the guard, a distal taper, and three fullers. The center fuller stops just past half of the length of the blade, and the two beside it end three or four inches behind.
Viralt doesn’t carry much else as far as weapons go, he finds that his longsword is versatile enough to do most everything he would need it to.
Clothing/Armour:
Viralt wears a light grey gambeson with pauldrons covering his shoulders. The pauldrons themselves consist of squares of riveted chainmail bordered and backed by leather to keep them durable, yet flexible. Three of these patches are layered on top of each other to create the pauldron. The pauldrons are fastened to his body by leather straps reaching across his chest and back, and around his mid-upper arm.
His choice in chest armor is somewhat unprecedented. He wears a breastplate made of layers of hardened leather, dyed to be a navy color, that covers only his upper torso. The armor is shaped to mimic the pectorals of a burly man. His backplate is made of the the same material, and connects to the breastplate with three leather belts under each arm. Finally, over the wearer’s heart is a fairly thick piece of steel, vaguely in the shape of a crest, and is fastened to one of the straps that holds on Viralt’s left pauldron.
Under the armor made for his upper torso, Viralt wears a thick, sleeveless leather shirt, reinforced with chainmail. The chainmail on this shirt, however, is not made in square patches like on his pauldrons, and instead has wide strips running to the top of the shirt in the front and back.
His gauntlets, or gloves, rather, are made of leather similar in color to his breastplate. They reach mid forearm, and are further secured with two strips of leather, one near the wrist, one near the top. Lastly, he wears a piece of brown leather covers the upper palm and the bases of each finger. A four sided steel pyramid is found on each knuckle.
As for the lower half of his body, he wears pants, made in a similar quilting fashion as a gambeson. The pants are made of linen that matches the color of his breastplate. His boots are made of simple brown leather, and stop just under the knee.
Final detail, all of his armor is custom tailored, and most of it is form fitting, the exception being his pauldrons.
History:
Viralt’s dad was a Slayer. Emphasis on the was.
He grew up in a fairly large city. It was nothing like the capital of his own race, but it was not a small village by any means either. It was maze-like, winding streets going every which way so that a foreigner might get lost. It was, simply, Viralt’s home. He was the son of Darion Adrehen, a semi-popular Slayer in the town. He was skilled at his job; efficient, for lack of a better word. Viralt looked up to his father, and knew that one day he would follow in his steps.
From a young age, Viralt was taught to fight with the longsword, a common blade for Slayers. He went through years of training, from intense exercise to studying books on techniques. He practiced footwork, striking, cuttings, thrusting, half-swording, and pommel striking. His father was his teacher, with a few experts in different areas giving him pointers. Through his training, his combat awareness became increasingly better; knowing how his opponent moved and how his sword seemingly became an extension of his hand. It was around this time that he was introduced to an evasive fighting style that relied on swift movements and light footwork.
Prior to this new style, Viralt relied on parries and blocks to keep himself from harm. However, he found that these new techniques would be more effective against unintelligent or untrained combatants, such as a monsters. To some degree, the style worked against even trained fighters, but less effectively than a traditional dueling stance. This style relied on evading an attack, and creating momentum in the sword to result in a more explosive cut.
So, when he came of a reasonable age, Viralt went on the hunt. A large, four legged beast was tormenting a small village not far from his own home. He rode on horseback with his father to the village, asking around for leads of where the monster may’ve gone. Most suggested that it was in a forest about a mile north east from the hamlet. He and his father travelled half a mile towards the forest and waited until the night.
The silhouette of the beast could be seen in the distance, the moonlight giving away its position. Viralt signalled to his father. The monstrosity moved towards the light of the Slayers’ fire, slowly revealing the details of itself. It looks not dissimilar to a boar, or maybe a bear. Or both. Its overall size was larger than the average house. It had greasy tufts of brown and black fur covering its body; areas of dried blood spotted the beast. Its face was narrow, its lips hiding razor teeth, with the exception of two tusks that jutted upward from its jaw. Spikes protruded from the thing’s back.
The Slayers drew their swords and readied themselves. The monster charged, foam dripping from its mouth. The Slayers reacted, moving from the trajectory of the beast. It stopped in its tracks, not far from Viralt, and let out a deafening roar while standing on its hind legs. Darion approached the creature, sword at the ready, and struck it across the stomach. The horror brought down its paws in an attempt to crush Darion, though he evaded the attack, allowing Viralt to thrust into the thing’s ribs. The giant swiped in both directions, and while Viralt avoided the cut, his father didn’t, tossing him to ground, bleeding.
Viralt, greatly angered, launched a spinning cut towards the monster’s leg, which connected and was only stopped by bone. Again, the beast stood on its hind legs and attempted to trample its adversary. Viralt slashed upwards as it began to rise, cutting the stomach of the demon again. After connecting the hit, Viralt rolled to his left and toward the beast’s right leg as it attempted to hit him. When it stomped, Viralt grabbed his blade with one hand, holding the handle firmly in the other, and thrust into the monster’s neck, paralyzing it as it crashed to the ground. He didn’t bother to retrieve his sword from its neck before rushing to his father.
He was mumbling something. Viralt inspected the wounds. They were deep, possibly fatal. He dressed the wounds after cleaning them, and led his father to their horse, helping him onto their companion. They returned to village, where Darion was given better medical attention than Viralt could offer. Darion suffered profuse bleeding and a few fractured ribs and would have to stay in the village until he was properly healed. Viralt, on the other hand, returned home, leaving the horse behind for his father.
Weeks later, Darion returned, announcing that he would be retiring from being a Slayer. His excuse was he was getting too old, and that he had taken his final hit. It was a few years later when he died due to the years of stress and damage to his body. Though grieved, Viralt was grateful that his father received a peaceful death, rather than one by combat.
Now, Viralt wanders from city to city, inquiring if there is any nuisances around the city. Often times the answer is no, but there is occasionally a monster than needs taking care of it.
Other: After receiving the scar down his arm, Viralt shouted towards the imp that caused it, “For glory and honor, huzzah!” before charging it.
((Think I got everything I need for the application, let me know if they're any questions or comments on it, and I'll be happy to respond.))
This application is very well written. However, we are well underway in the IC thread. It will be difficult to bring you in considering our present situation. Unless you are very adamant on joining this RP, i strongly suggest you don't. However, if you have a plan to get your character into the group, you can consider yourself accepted.
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However, if you have a plan to get your character into the group, you can consider yourself accepted.
I read through the more recent story before submitting my application, and have read through it again to get a plan. I spent quite some time on this character, and would very much like to join this RP. I have some ideas about how he could meet up with the group. I'll PM you to keep posts here down.
Alright, so, like a true god, I am only here for the start or the end of the world. I am officially declaring this RP deader than a doornail. I will be posting a new one soon. Stay tuned
Thank you, I will make a post as soon as possible.
Hopefully by changing it, it will make my character significantly less edgy than what she already is.
If by "also functions as a javelin" you mean it can be thrown, spears can generally do that by default. But javelins are exclusively throwing weapons, designed to be lighter than spears, so I'm not really willing to call your weapon a javelin at all and don't expect to be throwing it as well as one. Especially since it's iron. Throwing is on the table, but I'm just saying you won't be an olympic javelin thrower with it. It probably won't be that great for throwing at all.
Otherwise, you're good. To give context to everyone else, we're letting Astral change their weapon before they've posted. This is a one-time deal, nobody come complaining at us for do-overs.
I'm just pointing out the throwable-ness-ish of the weapon, I will put this into play in a bit. Not the throwing bit though, I mean the fighting.
Sounds great! Can't wait to see you in the arena, we're planning a bit to keep it going, but we'll need your first post as soon as you can.
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That's fine. Refer to BookWyrm's post for what I would say if he hadn't already.
Name: Vilralt Adrehen
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Very light, almost white, blonde hair sits at Viralt’s shoulders, pulled back and above his ears. The top is tied into a tight ponytail and the sides are pulled behind his ears to reveal his handsome face. His nose is perfectly symmetrical and narrow. He has a thin, chiseled face; at certain angles, light will reveal the dimple in his chin. Thick stubble covers his lower face and upper lip.
His body is lean and muscular. Each muscle is tight in his smooth, pale skin. Though the majority of his skin is smooth, he has earned a few scars fighting monsters, one reaching down his left bicep and forearm, another revealing that claws have previously sunk into his back. He stands at six feet and one inch, taller than the average human.
Strengths:
Viralt has a few past experience with monsters.
He utilizes evasive maneuvers to make up for the fact that his armor isn’t the tankiest.
His primary fighting style is untraditional in a dueling sense, and employs thrusts and spinning counter attacks to create momentum in the sword, allowing him to easily cut the thick bones and tissues of monsters.
Weaknesses:
Sometimes he is overconfident, and sees himself as a master Slayer. While he is skilled, he is far from being a master.
The only armor he wears is light and flexible. Getting hit hard isn’t something his armor would stop, unlike most plate armor.
The style of fighting that he is an expert in is mostly ineffective against trained combatants. Traditional dueling fight styles are not his area of expertise.
Weapons:
He carries a beautiful longsword with a satin finish. The entire weapon measures four feet long. Nine inches of the weapon are dedicated to the hilt, the other thirty-nine for the blade. The pommel is hexagonal, and gradually increases in width the further it gets from the handle to create a curve. The grip is wire wrapped with annealed steel and copper, and in the center, a ferrule separates two sections of the handle. The guard is v-shaped, with a slight inward offset half way up the guard. The blade itself has a ricasso at the guard, a distal taper, and three fullers. The center fuller stops just past half of the length of the blade, and the two beside it end three or four inches behind.
Viralt doesn’t carry much else as far as weapons go, he finds that his longsword is versatile enough to do most everything he would need it to.
Clothing/Armour:
Viralt wears a light grey gambeson with pauldrons covering his shoulders. The pauldrons themselves consist of squares of riveted chainmail bordered and backed by leather to keep them durable, yet flexible. Three of these patches are layered on top of each other to create the pauldron. The pauldrons are fastened to his body by leather straps reaching across his chest and back, and around his mid-upper arm.
His choice in chest armor is somewhat unprecedented. He wears a breastplate made of layers of hardened leather, dyed to be a navy color, that covers only his upper torso. The armor is shaped to mimic the pectorals of a burly man. His backplate is made of the the same material, and connects to the breastplate with three leather belts under each arm. Finally, over the wearer’s heart is a fairly thick piece of steel, vaguely in the shape of a crest, and is fastened to one of the straps that holds on Viralt’s left pauldron.
Under the armor made for his upper torso, Viralt wears a thick, sleeveless leather shirt, reinforced with chainmail. The chainmail on this shirt, however, is not made in square patches like on his pauldrons, and instead has wide strips running to the top of the shirt in the front and back.
His gauntlets, or gloves, rather, are made of leather similar in color to his breastplate. They reach mid forearm, and are further secured with two strips of leather, one near the wrist, one near the top. Lastly, he wears a piece of brown leather covers the upper palm and the bases of each finger. A four sided steel pyramid is found on each knuckle.
As for the lower half of his body, he wears pants, made in a similar quilting fashion as a gambeson. The pants are made of linen that matches the color of his breastplate. His boots are made of simple brown leather, and stop just under the knee.
Final detail, all of his armor is custom tailored, and most of it is form fitting, the exception being his pauldrons.
History:
Viralt’s dad was a Slayer. Emphasis on the was.
He grew up in a fairly large city. It was nothing like the capital of his own race, but it was not a small village by any means either. It was maze-like, winding streets going every which way so that a foreigner might get lost. It was, simply, Viralt’s home. He was the son of Darion Adrehen, a semi-popular Slayer in the town. He was skilled at his job; efficient, for lack of a better word. Viralt looked up to his father, and knew that one day he would follow in his steps.
From a young age, Viralt was taught to fight with the longsword, a common blade for Slayers. He went through years of training, from intense exercise to studying books on techniques. He practiced footwork, striking, cuttings, thrusting, half-swording, and pommel striking. His father was his teacher, with a few experts in different areas giving him pointers. Through his training, his combat awareness became increasingly better; knowing how his opponent moved and how his sword seemingly became an extension of his hand. It was around this time that he was introduced to an evasive fighting style that relied on swift movements and light footwork.
Prior to this new style, Viralt relied on parries and blocks to keep himself from harm. However, he found that these new techniques would be more effective against unintelligent or untrained combatants, such as a monsters. To some degree, the style worked against even trained fighters, but less effectively than a traditional dueling stance. This style relied on evading an attack, and creating momentum in the sword to result in a more explosive cut.
So, when he came of a reasonable age, Viralt went on the hunt. A large, four legged beast was tormenting a small village not far from his own home. He rode on horseback with his father to the village, asking around for leads of where the monster may’ve gone. Most suggested that it was in a forest about a mile north east from the hamlet. He and his father travelled half a mile towards the forest and waited until the night.
The silhouette of the beast could be seen in the distance, the moonlight giving away its position. Viralt signalled to his father. The monstrosity moved towards the light of the Slayers’ fire, slowly revealing the details of itself. It looks not dissimilar to a boar, or maybe a bear. Or both. Its overall size was larger than the average house. It had greasy tufts of brown and black fur covering its body; areas of dried blood spotted the beast. Its face was narrow, its lips hiding razor teeth, with the exception of two tusks that jutted upward from its jaw. Spikes protruded from the thing’s back.
The Slayers drew their swords and readied themselves. The monster charged, foam dripping from its mouth. The Slayers reacted, moving from the trajectory of the beast. It stopped in its tracks, not far from Viralt, and let out a deafening roar while standing on its hind legs. Darion approached the creature, sword at the ready, and struck it across the stomach. The horror brought down its paws in an attempt to crush Darion, though he evaded the attack, allowing Viralt to thrust into the thing’s ribs. The giant swiped in both directions, and while Viralt avoided the cut, his father didn’t, tossing him to ground, bleeding.
Viralt, greatly angered, launched a spinning cut towards the monster’s leg, which connected and was only stopped by bone. Again, the beast stood on its hind legs and attempted to trample its adversary. Viralt slashed upwards as it began to rise, cutting the stomach of the demon again. After connecting the hit, Viralt rolled to his left and toward the beast’s right leg as it attempted to hit him. When it stomped, Viralt grabbed his blade with one hand, holding the handle firmly in the other, and thrust into the monster’s neck, paralyzing it as it crashed to the ground. He didn’t bother to retrieve his sword from its neck before rushing to his father.
He was mumbling something. Viralt inspected the wounds. They were deep, possibly fatal. He dressed the wounds after cleaning them, and led his father to their horse, helping him onto their companion. They returned to village, where Darion was given better medical attention than Viralt could offer. Darion suffered profuse bleeding and a few fractured ribs and would have to stay in the village until he was properly healed. Viralt, on the other hand, returned home, leaving the horse behind for his father.
Weeks later, Darion returned, announcing that he would be retiring from being a Slayer. His excuse was he was getting too old, and that he had taken his final hit. It was a few years later when he died due to the years of stress and damage to his body. Though grieved, Viralt was grateful that his father received a peaceful death, rather than one by combat.
Now, Viralt wanders from city to city, inquiring if there is any nuisances around the city. Often times the answer is no, but there is occasionally a monster than needs taking care of it.
Other: After receiving the scar down his arm, Viralt shouted towards the imp that caused it, “For glory and honor, huzzah!” before charging it.
((Think I got everything I need for the application, let me know if they're any questions or comments on it, and I'll be happy to respond.))
This application is very well written. However, we are well underway in the IC thread. It will be difficult to bring you in considering our present situation. Unless you are very adamant on joining this RP, i strongly suggest you don't. However, if you have a plan to get your character into the group, you can consider yourself accepted.
I read through the more recent story before submitting my application, and have read through it again to get a plan. I spent quite some time on this character, and would very much like to join this RP. I have some ideas about how he could meet up with the group. I'll PM you to keep posts here down.
Alright, so, like a true god, I am only here for the start or the end of the world. I am officially declaring this RP deader than a doornail. I will be posting a new one soon. Stay tuned