Before I begin, THIS. ROLE-PLAY. IS. DEAD. Stop posting apps, It's getting annoying. Here is this.
Hello, my name is Zmax1. I am a writer and RPer on this site. I enjoy several other RPs and had the idea to start my own. This intro is not very good but hope to make this RP into something great. I hope this will serve as a good intro to RPing but will do all I can to enforce good grammar and capitalization. Please follow the rules below and send in an application. Thank you for helping, and have fun!
Backstory
It was gone! My mystical diamond gauntlet, it had been taken right from under my nose. I rummaged through my iron chest, this wasn't possible! My chest was made of iron, and not only that, but it was hidden in the floorboards under my bed with an enchanted lock! I examined the chest, the metal was unharmed, but the lock had shattered. After further inspection, I saw that the lock was broken by a cerleanian blast spell due to the blue glow being emitted.
I had to get it back before it was to late, I ran out of my room and got a peice of paper. I quickly jotted down a note with some octopus ink and ran out the door. When I got to the town square I posted the note on the bulliten board, "Now I can only wait."
The note he left on that bulletin board was large, and in big letters it said...
ATTENTION ANY AND ALL HEROES.
PLEASE MEET ME AT THE TOWN PUB FOR A JOB.
IT WILL BE DANGEROUS BUT PAYS VERY WELL.
I WANT AS MANY AS POSSIBLE.
SEE YOU THERE,
GRISTOFF.
==Rules==
1. No God-Modding - This includes controlling players and saying you automatically hit them.
2. No Griefing - This is a serious RP, come on.
3. Grammar is one of the best tools to have.
4. Try to make posts more than just one line, but not to long.
5. Socializing is Good and Encouraged - A reason for this RP is to make friends. P.S. This includes romance.
6. You May RP as up to 3 People.
7. Speak in the 3rd Person.
8. Have a Good Backstory - A good backstory in your application will help.
9. Feel free to suggest anything you want (Race, Magic Type, Faction, etc.)
10. Feel free to start whenever after you've been accepted.
11. Have Fun!
==Application==
(We are currently accepting, but cannot not begin until you are approved and given permission to start.
Name: (Name of Character)
Race: (Human, Pigmen, Monser, etc.)
Age: (Age of Character)
Profession: (Profession, Class, etc.)
Tools/Weapons:(Only a few moderatly-strong items.)
Armor: (Same as Tools/Weapons)
Appearance: (Looks and Clothing)
Back-story/Bio: (Biography and Personality)
Extra: (More)
RP experience: (Have you ever Role-played before?)
==My Application==
Name: Gristoff
Race: Human
Age: 25
Profession: Wanderer, Mage
Tools/Weapons: Diamond-Tipped Wooden Staff, Foldable Crossbow, Assorted Tools
Armor: A Leather cloak with inside chain-mail plating
Appearance: A young man with short brown hair and semi-pale skin. He is usually cloaked, and had a very opinionated but still strong voice.
Back-story/Bio: This young man is known throughout the city as a young and powerful mage. Often secluded from the rest of the world, the few times he does make a public speaking appearance he heals many injuries and is often met by many. I shouldn't get much more into that now, it will be revealed throughout the story. (Please don't copy mine, I can actually do this)
Extra:
RP experience: Several times, not to experienced
If/When I approve you you may begin your story.
Have Fun!
Name: Tarrett
Race: Ice Elf
Age: 79 (like a 17 yr old human)
Profession: Weapon-smith/assassin
Tools/Weapons: Diamond dagger(Sword)
Armor: Hide mask.
Appearance: Light-blue skin, Navy spirals down both arms, white hair w/ purple bead, no shirt, amethyst necklace
Back-story/Bio: Raised in the Great Canopy Forest amongst other elves, more agile than other elves.
Extra: Goes for last strike kills rather than major damage.
RP experience: I play Dungeons & Dragons, Magic the Gathering, and Warhammer Fantasy.
Age: 65. Most imps live to be around 160, so this is a relatively young age.
Profession: Whatever pays the most, be it fighting, protecting, or even working a mine or a farm.
Equipment: A scimitar, it's blade kept smooth and clean. He carries a small pack on his back, containing necessary items for day to day life. Nothing else, nothing more.
Armor: A thin sheet of metal lines his back, covered in iron spikes. His chest is bare, yet marked with tattoos. They are tribal in nature, symbolizing his free spirited attitude. He wears forearm guards, dyed an orange color. A golden ring surrounds the top of his arm, below his shoulder. Beneath his arm is a strap, connecting his belt to his back protection, going across his chest in a diagonal fashion. Orange pants accompany him everywhere, held up by a thin belt of tightly knitted cloth. A loin cloth hangs from this, covering nothing but his pants. It is symbolic in nature, the top of which held by an iron pyramid, it's middle pure gold. Beneath his pants is a thin under layer of cloth, a transparent cover.
Appearance:
Refer to above for his garments.
Acci is small and grey, his head oddly rounded and rather tiny as well. Red eyes with no pupils to help them accompany him, strange and mysterious. His whole body is slim and fit, well-toned arms and strong legs. Acci's feet are barely feet, more double pronged stubs.
Biography:
Acci was a small, baby imp when it all happened. His parents worked in the drug pushing business, his mother mostly a stay at home woman. She coordinated deals, helping her husband. Of course, this brought many men to their front door looking to kill them. Their deals went astray very quickly, as they sent the wrong amount of packages to a major organization.
Acci was sold to a group of shady men, and their operation. They sold children as slaves, to develop into a working force knowing nothing else but work. He was developed into a fighter in an underground arena. From wooden poles to spears, then to swords and to guns. Of course, he was loving the swift clang of the weapons, the rush and adrenaline of fighting. Guns brought no joy to him, their slow reloading and terrible effectiveness. He preferred to get into the action with a sword, and he did just so. Through hard labor and work he survived, winning over fifteen matches. Through this he earned enough money to buy his freedom, having almost a hundred coins left to spend.
With this, he bought a scimitar, upgrading it with his own features. Adding an edge to it, sharpening it, pouring a poison into it's very essence, the works. For months he worked on it, developing an amazing work of art. This is where he is left off, wandering, looking for a job. He has found the poster, and is looking for pay.
Personality: Acci likes to stab before asking. Although sometimes friendly to people who are friendly to him, he will not bother to strike any opposing enemies down in seconds.
Extra: Acci loves watching his opponents tremble in terror, hearing their screams as they die slowly.
RP experience: Of course. Check the first page, I'm everywhere.
Acci, your auto-in because your just kinda awesome. Tarrett, work on the backstory and you might get in, you were close. Lewis, that wasn't very good, if you are to add alot and fix some stuff than maybe.
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"It takes more to critique than to do, and you cannot truly do until you can critique."
Acci walked through the ranks of screaming, rowdy men. Their breath stank of alcohol and cigars, their sloshing drinks flying across the room. As the imp walked across an incredibly rowdy table a man flung his whole beer into Acci's face, laughing. The rest of his table erupted into laughter as well, as Acci smiled. "Thanks for that. Let me repay you?" The man had a quick death.
His partners as well, as they sat staring at their fallen partner, his decapitated partner rolling to the ground. One of them leaped to his feet, throwing a dagger at Acci. He dodged to the side as it skidded into his arm, cutting him. "**** you." Stabbing the man in the chest with his scimitar, Acci dodged a punch from another and kicked the stabbed man backwards into a crowd. The whole back of the bar erupted into chaos as barmaids and bartenders stood up to interrupt the fight. Over a dozen people were brawling as guards poured in. Acci slipped through the crowd, silently sitting at the bar's main table.
"Get me a rag." The order was followed quickly, as a barmaid tossed a wet rag towards Acci. "Beer too. Money after." He picked up the frothing mug that was tossed to him, guzzling down a sip. Interrupting the man speaking, he looked to the wizard beside him. "Acci's the name, I'm here to help."
The imp cleaned his wound tenderly, dabbing at the small flow of blood.
"Choke on a penis, I've no time for niceties." Wiping the rest of the wound off, he set down his blade. "Another rag. Strip of cloth if you can. I'll be giving you an extra tip for your help." His wound had already been cleaned, but his his blade still had blood dripping from it.
Looking at the goblin, he smiled at the silly appearance of him. Looking back to his sword, he cleaned it on the rag that was given to him. A crimson mist hung around him, as well as the floor. Even on the bar was a fine coat of red. He wiped it off, ignoring it.
Tools/Weapons: Mage's staff that was given to her by her aunt. ( Looks like a stick)
Armor: She has none
Appearance: Pale blue skin,strait silvery blue hair that goes down to her waist,dark blue robes with a silver dress underneath,blue eyes, long elf ears hidden underneath her hair, and blue knee- high socks.
Biography: Kara was the daughter of the King and Queen of the elves. She and her sister , Helena, were raised to be proper young princesses. And when the time came for the Kingdom to chose who would be the heir to the throne, they chose Kara. Outraged, Helena Killed her father and her mother, and demanded that she be made the Queen. Kara tried to stop her, but Helena cast a spell on her that made her never age. So, defeated , Kara left the Kingdom and tried to find some way to reverse the spell, and get revenge on her sister.
Personality: Kara is very snooty, and has very high expectations, but acts very mature for her age. She doesn't like to fight, and will often just try to prevent the fight from happening, but when she has to, she is determined to win.
Extra: Kara is actually supposed to be 18, but her sister Helena cast a spell on her that made her never age.
RP experience: I have RP'd in :Dark Lands, The Beginning, and The Black Diamond.
"Shove 'em up your ass. I don't want your "spices"." He inspected the bar, looking through the ranks of people. Many were toughened humans or goblins of some sort, a hardened bunch. One was literally eating a stick of metal. Acci grinned at him while he crunched on the metal, a slight chuckle coming forth.
"Hello gentlemen, I suppose that you are wondering what job I have brought you here for," spoke Gristoff, in his usual calm but assertive tone.
"By the way, thank you for the spices Infernus, enchanted, I presume, those were pretty clear hints," he continues, "Now, I have recently been robbed, and a VERY important item was taken, I have but one vague hint as to where it is and need as many people as I can get, for I believe we are dealing with a quite powerful mage."
"Now, you are both probably wondering how mach this pays, well," he says, reaching into his pack, and pulling out a medium sized woolen baggy, "35 gold peices, plus more if we can catch him," he finishes, dropping the bag on the table and letting some coins fall out.
The noise in the tavern goes down, a simple spell he is using for dramatic effect.
"Now, I have but one question, are you in?"
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"It takes more to critique than to do, and you cannot truly do until you can critique."
Kara walked into the pub, all around her drunks looked to be screaming and laughing, but not making much noise." Now, I have one question, are you in?" She heard a man say. 'Thats probably who Im looking for.' she thought. She then walked over to the man and tugged on his cloak." Hi?" she asked " Im looking for a person who needs a hero. Are you that person?"
"I'm sorry little miss, but I don't believe that your allowed in the tavern," Gristoff replied to what looked like a 7 year old elf girl, "I can help you find your parents if your lost."
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"It takes more to critique than to do, and you cannot truly do until you can critique."
Hello, my name is Zmax1. I am a writer and RPer on this site. I enjoy several other RPs and had the idea to start my own. This intro is not very good but hope to make this RP into something great. I hope this will serve as a good intro to RPing but will do all I can to enforce good grammar and capitalization. Please follow the rules below and send in an application. Thank you for helping, and have fun!
Backstory
It was gone! My mystical diamond gauntlet, it had been taken right from under my nose. I rummaged through my iron chest, this wasn't possible! My chest was made of iron, and not only that, but it was hidden in the floorboards under my bed with an enchanted lock! I examined the chest, the metal was unharmed, but the lock had shattered. After further inspection, I saw that the lock was broken by a cerleanian blast spell due to the blue glow being emitted.
I had to get it back before it was to late, I ran out of my room and got a peice of paper. I quickly jotted down a note with some octopus ink and ran out the door. When I got to the town square I posted the note on the bulliten board, "Now I can only wait."
The note he left on that bulletin board was large, and in big letters it said...
PLEASE MEET ME AT THE TOWN PUB FOR A JOB.
IT WILL BE DANGEROUS BUT PAYS VERY WELL.
I WANT AS MANY AS POSSIBLE.
SEE YOU THERE,
GRISTOFF.
==Rules==
1. No God-Modding - This includes controlling players and saying you automatically hit them.
2. No Griefing - This is a serious RP, come on.
3. Grammar is one of the best tools to have.
4. Try to make posts more than just one line, but not to long.
5. Socializing is Good and Encouraged - A reason for this RP is to make friends. P.S. This includes romance.
6. You May RP as up to 3 People.
7. Speak in the 3rd Person.
8. Have a Good Backstory - A good backstory in your application will help.
9. Feel free to suggest anything you want (Race, Magic Type, Faction, etc.)
10. Feel free to start whenever after you've been accepted.
11. Have Fun!
==Application==
(We are currently accepting, but cannot not begin until you are approved and given permission to start.
Name: (Name of Character)
Race: (Human, Pigmen, Monser, etc.)
Age: (Age of Character)
Profession: (Profession, Class, etc.)
Tools/Weapons:(Only a few moderatly-strong items.)
Armor: (Same as Tools/Weapons)
Appearance: (Looks and Clothing)
Back-story/Bio: (Biography and Personality)
Extra: (More)
RP experience: (Have you ever Role-played before?)
==My Application==
Name: Gristoff
Race: Human
Age: 25
Profession: Wanderer, Mage
Tools/Weapons: Diamond-Tipped Wooden Staff, Foldable Crossbow, Assorted Tools
Armor: A Leather cloak with inside chain-mail plating
Appearance: A young man with short brown hair and semi-pale skin. He is usually cloaked, and had a very opinionated but still strong voice.
Back-story/Bio: This young man is known throughout the city as a young and powerful mage. Often secluded from the rest of the world, the few times he does make a public speaking appearance he heals many injuries and is often met by many. I shouldn't get much more into that now, it will be revealed throughout the story. (Please don't copy mine, I can actually do this)
Extra:
RP experience: Several times, not to experienced
If/When I approve you you may begin your story.
Have Fun!
Race: Ice Elf
Age: 79 (like a 17 yr old human)
Profession: Weapon-smith/assassin
Tools/Weapons: Diamond dagger(Sword)
Armor: Hide mask.
Appearance: Light-blue skin, Navy spirals down both arms, white hair w/ purple bead, no shirt, amethyst necklace
Back-story/Bio: Raised in the Great Canopy Forest amongst other elves, more agile than other elves.
Extra: Goes for last strike kills rather than major damage.
RP experience: I play Dungeons & Dragons, Magic the Gathering, and Warhammer Fantasy.
Race: Imp. A subspecies of a goblin.
Age: 65. Most imps live to be around 160, so this is a relatively young age.
Profession: Whatever pays the most, be it fighting, protecting, or even working a mine or a farm.
Equipment: A scimitar, it's blade kept smooth and clean. He carries a small pack on his back, containing necessary items for day to day life. Nothing else, nothing more.
Armor: A thin sheet of metal lines his back, covered in iron spikes. His chest is bare, yet marked with tattoos. They are tribal in nature, symbolizing his free spirited attitude. He wears forearm guards, dyed an orange color. A golden ring surrounds the top of his arm, below his shoulder. Beneath his arm is a strap, connecting his belt to his back protection, going across his chest in a diagonal fashion. Orange pants accompany him everywhere, held up by a thin belt of tightly knitted cloth. A loin cloth hangs from this, covering nothing but his pants. It is symbolic in nature, the top of which held by an iron pyramid, it's middle pure gold. Beneath his pants is a thin under layer of cloth, a transparent cover.
Appearance:
Refer to above for his garments.
Acci is small and grey, his head oddly rounded and rather tiny as well. Red eyes with no pupils to help them accompany him, strange and mysterious. His whole body is slim and fit, well-toned arms and strong legs. Acci's feet are barely feet, more double pronged stubs.
Biography:
Acci was a small, baby imp when it all happened. His parents worked in the drug pushing business, his mother mostly a stay at home woman. She coordinated deals, helping her husband. Of course, this brought many men to their front door looking to kill them. Their deals went astray very quickly, as they sent the wrong amount of packages to a major organization.
Acci was sold to a group of shady men, and their operation. They sold children as slaves, to develop into a working force knowing nothing else but work. He was developed into a fighter in an underground arena. From wooden poles to spears, then to swords and to guns. Of course, he was loving the swift clang of the weapons, the rush and adrenaline of fighting. Guns brought no joy to him, their slow reloading and terrible effectiveness. He preferred to get into the action with a sword, and he did just so. Through hard labor and work he survived, winning over fifteen matches. Through this he earned enough money to buy his freedom, having almost a hundred coins left to spend.
With this, he bought a scimitar, upgrading it with his own features. Adding an edge to it, sharpening it, pouring a poison into it's very essence, the works. For months he worked on it, developing an amazing work of art. This is where he is left off, wandering, looking for a job. He has found the poster, and is looking for pay.
Personality: Acci likes to stab before asking. Although sometimes friendly to people who are friendly to him, he will not bother to strike any opposing enemies down in seconds.
Extra: Acci loves watching his opponents tremble in terror, hearing their screams as they die slowly.
RP experience: Of course. Check the first page, I'm everywhere.
I was going to say this in my first post but forgot... lolol.
so many typos
its PALE not pail and TOOLS not tolls
haha
also, can we make our own race?
LOL, typos.
Yes you can make your own race, but describe it well.
Accepted, please begin.
His partners as well, as they sat staring at their fallen partner, his decapitated partner rolling to the ground. One of them leaped to his feet, throwing a dagger at Acci. He dodged to the side as it skidded into his arm, cutting him. "**** you." Stabbing the man in the chest with his scimitar, Acci dodged a punch from another and kicked the stabbed man backwards into a crowd. The whole back of the bar erupted into chaos as barmaids and bartenders stood up to interrupt the fight. Over a dozen people were brawling as guards poured in. Acci slipped through the crowd, silently sitting at the bar's main table.
"Get me a rag." The order was followed quickly, as a barmaid tossed a wet rag towards Acci. "Beer too. Money after." He picked up the frothing mug that was tossed to him, guzzling down a sip. Interrupting the man speaking, he looked to the wizard beside him. "Acci's the name, I'm here to help."
The imp cleaned his wound tenderly, dabbing at the small flow of blood.
Looking at the goblin, he smiled at the silly appearance of him. Looking back to his sword, he cleaned it on the rag that was given to him. A crimson mist hung around him, as well as the floor. Even on the bar was a fine coat of red. He wiped it off, ignoring it.
Race: Elven water mage
Age: 8
Profession: Water magic
Tools/Weapons: Mage's staff that was given to her by her aunt. ( Looks like a stick)
Armor: She has none
Appearance: Pale blue skin,strait silvery blue hair that goes down to her waist,dark blue robes with a silver dress underneath,blue eyes, long elf ears hidden underneath her hair, and blue knee- high socks.
Biography: Kara was the daughter of the King and Queen of the elves. She and her sister , Helena, were raised to be proper young princesses. And when the time came for the Kingdom to chose who would be the heir to the throne, they chose Kara. Outraged, Helena Killed her father and her mother, and demanded that she be made the Queen. Kara tried to stop her, but Helena cast a spell on her that made her never age. So, defeated , Kara left the Kingdom and tried to find some way to reverse the spell, and get revenge on her sister.
Personality: Kara is very snooty, and has very high expectations, but acts very mature for her age. She doesn't like to fight, and will often just try to prevent the fight from happening, but when she has to, she is determined to win.
Extra: Kara is actually supposed to be 18, but her sister Helena cast a spell on her that made her never age.
RP experience: I have RP'd in :Dark Lands, The Beginning, and The Black Diamond.
http://dragcave.net/...CreeperKittenXX Click the dragons on my scroll, please. Their lives depend on you! =3
[Approved, but work on your capitalization, it kinda bugs me.]
[No, this is a forum RP, would you like to join?]
"Hello gentlemen, I suppose that you are wondering what job I have brought you here for," spoke Gristoff, in his usual calm but assertive tone.
"By the way, thank you for the spices Infernus, enchanted, I presume, those were pretty clear hints," he continues, "Now, I have recently been robbed, and a VERY important item was taken, I have but one vague hint as to where it is and need as many people as I can get, for I believe we are dealing with a quite powerful mage."
"Now, you are both probably wondering how mach this pays, well," he says, reaching into his pack, and pulling out a medium sized woolen baggy, "35 gold peices, plus more if we can catch him," he finishes, dropping the bag on the table and letting some coins fall out.
The noise in the tavern goes down, a simple spell he is using for dramatic effect.
"Now, I have but one question, are you in?"
http://dragcave.net/...CreeperKittenXX Click the dragons on my scroll, please. Their lives depend on you! =3
http://dragcave.net/...CreeperKittenXX Click the dragons on my scroll, please. Their lives depend on you! =3