This is not an RP server. A moderator accidentally mistook it for one and moved it. This is merely a RP story and belongs in the Fan Art section. I have sent a message to a moderator to move it and now am waiting for it to move. Sorry for any misunderstandings.
Imagine, you hold in your hands the ticket to a voyage that will forever change your life. Your skills have been found worthy of your place in the crew that will change history as we know it.
The story:
Scott Grandtree, of the illustrious Grandtree merchant clan and captain, has in his hands a map. The map that killed his Father's entire crew and Scott's mother, but made him the rich man he is today. The island his Father told him of has on it a city, built of gold, long abandoned and forgotten. His father told him of the city almost every night while he was alive, filling his head with vivid images, as if he could reach out and touch the gold brick walls. He wanted it, but his Father had never given him the map, warning him of the dangers so disturbing that they haunted him every night in his dreams, and every day in his memories. His Father was now dead and he had found the map hidden in his mansion. Scott was set for life, being the sole heir of the fortune his dad had escaped from the island with long ago. It was not about the money, he wanted the fame, the adventure. He hired a scribe and got his servants to find the most skilled people of their crafts and fetch them for the voyage. He could hardly sleep, tomorrow he would meet his first crew and they would set sail on his Father's old ship, the Lunario, on the trip that would change history. He plans to set up a camp on the island and collect every last bit of gold.
The Setting:
Medieval times. No guns, no magic, no weird races, just humanity. Just plain old swords, shields and bows. You live in the grand city of Port Golden. There is little war and most people grow weary of their boring lives and set sail for adventure, hearing word of new lands and the great treasures to be had. Will you join them?
How this RP will work:
This RP will be made into a story in a way. This does not mean I am making a book or a webpage, but I will be keeping the posts in a word document that I will post a link to periodically so that others may read it without having to search through OOC posts and all the other "spam". I may even keep an email list of those who want to keep track more easily, but this is all speculation. If the RP does not turn out as well as I imagine it should, I may not even make it a story at all. This is an RP for mature players only. Cursing and sexual dialogue (This does not include actual sexual situations. Sex may be mentioned and had, but not played out.) is acceptable, you have been warned.
I will be deciding any major plot twists, which there will be plenty of. When I wish to throw in a plot twist, I will private message the person who will introduce it. For example, a fisherman heads to the ocean to catch fish for the group, when there I will send that person a private message saying they will stumble across a human skull on the way back. They will then proceed to follow my directions. I find this is the best way to keep the RP within my story in my head and keep it interesting for everyone. I know this OP is rather short, and there is a reason for that. I do not want a RP where I make everything happen and say everything. I want an RP that is made by everyone who plays it, and everyone who reads it.
Applying:
Before applying, be sure you have read this ENTIRE post.
Your character's name:
Your character's age:
Your character's skill:
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
Autobiography of your character:
Why do you want to join this RP:
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Here is an example of my application:
Your character's name:
Scott Grandtree
Your character's age:
25
Your character's skill:
Captain and merchant. A womanizer known well around for his charm and good looks, and of course, his great wealth doesn't hurt. Well trained in swordplay, though never in many real sword fights and he usually just fences, yet the story of how he fought off three pirates to save a rather ravishing woman has been spread far throughout the lands, and many falsely believe he is an expert at sword fights.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
Thick but clean cut reddish brown hair, which leans towards a copper color in the summer when he gets a lot of sun. A rather dark complexion. A tall man, standing slightly over 6 feet. Brown eyes with small streaks of green near the center. A soft face but a prominent jaw. Always clean shaven and dressed well, though never wearing a hat or frills, but rather a nice, clean, green or blue naval duster with gold chains moving from chest pocket, to golden breast buttons, to the opposing chest pocket. He is well toned and very strong due to his daily workout routine, which he does solely to impress the ladies. Favors brown or black leather shoes with gold buckles. Almost never wears any jewelry save his prized emerald necklace that was given to him by his mother. Not only for sentimental reasons, but for the simple fact that the emerald was one of the largest gems of it's kind in the world.
Autobiography of your character:
Born in a large town in his families mansion. His parents were absent during most of his childhood, including major moments such his first kiss when he was 9, with his 8 year old neighbor. Since that day his spark of love for women was ignited. He was raised mostly by the babysitter, Ms. Fernackle, who was a very sweet woman, but strict. He never questioned her authority, and she showed her love for his obedience with many treats such as fresh baked cookies and pies. His parents were also gone during his teenage years, when Ms. Fernackle died and he sobbed uncontrollably for days, alone in the mansion. When his father returned, he was consoled by the fact that his mother had died as well. He wept for weeks, and then one day, when he could cry no longer, he stopped, and has never since cried or been sad. At that moment he decided to forget attachments and love, for they only weighed the heart down from what it truly wanted, and what his heart wanted was women and wine, of which he has had his share. Upon his father's death (Hey, if you read this, mention "good ole W 'n' W" n your application for a few extra credit points with me.) he did not shed a tear. He spat on the grave of the man who had sent his own wife, Scott's Mother, to the grave. At first, his mind was set on refusing a single coin of his father's money, but upon hearing the vast fortune he could inherit, for his father had neglected to reveal the true expanses of their finances, he decided to accept every coin. He spent a few months purchasing wine and flirting with woman before it began to bore him. He fell into an alcoholic slump and drank vigorously until he found the map in his fathers old chest, hidden in an old flask which Scott had hoped contained alcohol of any type. He decided upon the adventure the very next day and hired the workers needed, or rather sent out his butlers to hire the workers he needed, and planned to set sail that very next Sunday.
Why do you want to join this RP:
I am just such a big fan of yours Mr_Grandtree, and would be honored to RP with you. (This was merely a joke, do not think I am so vain please.)
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Since I sent the invitations, see my autobiography as a reference for my RPing skills.
Rules:
1. My word is law, you sell your soul to me when joining this RP. You may have a suggestion, but what I say goes. I will of course be fair, this will be a monarchy, not a dictatorship, but it should go without saying I have the last say in matters.
2. No God-Modding. If you do not know what god-modding is then you are not experienced enough to join this RP.
3. Proper grammar is a must. If you cannot use it, do not bother applying.
4. No arguing with each other, unless it is your characters arguing with each other.
5. Don't annoy people, if two characters are talking do not walk up and interrupt them, it is rude.
6. Our of character posts, OOC, should be put in either ((OOC)) or [OOC]
7. Your character should not be perfect, make them a reasonable human being. No one is perfect.
8. You must be logical, meaning you do not just stumble across twenty diamonds in the sand. If I find anything you do illogical, you will be asked to change it. If you do not comply, I will remove you from the RP.
9. No changing the story dramatically without my permission, meaning you do not decide that there is a tribe of natives who attacked us all the sudden. Trust me, there will be plenty of action for you all.
10. Fights should be logical, this is a lot like rule #8, but I felt I should reiterate.
11. Mention pancakes in your application or you will be denied.
12. OOC posts should be kept to a minimum, let's focus on the RP here.
13. If you are inactive for more than a week without giving me a heads up as to why, you will be removed from the members list. You may rejoin later on however, but we will pretend you do not exist until then.
14. You may not post until your name is on the members list.
15. Read every RP post before posting. This will be an active RP and you should be able to keep up. If you have a trip or such, you may ask someone to catch you up on major happenings, but barring that you should be able to easily keep track of what goes on here.
Oh, that good ole W 'n' W. Pancakes are good, too.
I hope you don't mind if I play a rather vicious marauder woman willing to fight for a share of the treasure.
Oh, and you should probably add in a "Your character's personality," section.
Your character's name: Kiley Askee
Your character's age: 23.
Your character's skill: Swordplay. Raised a champion fighter in an illegal arena, she grew fond of weapons. Of course, her beautiful posture and looks allow her to be a tremendous flirt.
What does your character look like:
Kiley wears a brown corset, adorned by a white fuselage covering her breasts and arms. It exposes her skinny shoulders and most of her collar bone, although revealing her features. Her beautiful dyed hair shines purple, forever scarred by the berry mix that was layed into it. A golden hoop earring strikes through her left ear, almost two inches long. A red hairband, dotted with black dots keeps her hair in check, perfect for her blue eyes. Kiley wears a red and white striped skirt, cut short at the top of her thighs. A large belt with a golden buckle gleams in the sunlight above her skirt, completing the outfit. Of course, she wears strapped boots as well, heavy and durable. To top it off, she carries a well-cleaned scimitar, a perfect weapon.
Autobiography of your character: Kiley was born a fighter. Her father, a prestigious owner of an illegal arena, made dozens upon dozens of golden bars every month by his business. With this kind of money, he bought everything for his daughter. Once she became of age, he cast aside her playthings and toys. She had been a strong wrestler, always fighting back when her father came to take her toys, but this time, he was not taking it. Due to her strong will and incredible strength, he trained her immediately for the arena, not stopping to think of the consequences. Four years, four strenuous years, and she had trained and completed over fifteen competitions, all resulting in a win. Her gorgeous looks brought men to tears as she slashed through them, blood dripping to the sandy ground they sparred upon. She made quick work of the men she was faced against, her scimitar bouncing through their skin as if it butter. Of course, her father's position was compromised. In his lust for power and riches, he had forgotten to pay tribute to a local gang, as they returned with bows, wrecking havoc from above onto the arena. Kiley, along with a dozen or so others, were the only survivors from hundreds. Arrows and blood filled the air, screams of terror and pain filling her soul forever. She ran, ran until she couldn't stop. Well, that is, after filling her pocket with several gold bars. She's long since sold them for real money, but has always kept well in struggling times. This is where she is left off, receiving a ticket of sorts, a letter. She was ready.
Why do you want to join this RP: I've a deep passion for roleplaying. I'm sure you've seen me around. Roleplaying satisfies my insatiable hunger to imagine, to play with my thoughts. This seems like a great opportunity.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Kiley shrunk, a shiver running through her spine. Her tankard of light ale shimmied to the table, spilling across it. "Perfect!" Running outside, she had to get sun, bright, healthy sun. Kiley wanted to see the invitation clearly in the sun, to memorize it, to know it. It would not stop reverberating through her head. "I'm wanted. I'm wanted. I'm wanted!" A grin the size of the sun flew across her face. "Yes. I will take advantage of my destiny..." She jumped, kicking her heels together. It was a short while until the date, and she wanted to pass it by sleeping as much as possible. Skipping all the way to her inn, no person had ever had a grin that big on their face other then her.
[Oh hello there. ANOTHER RP to demolishexplode sink my teeth into.]
[Here we go with that good ole W n' W!]
Name: Ulrich Redwing
Age: 27
Skill: Reconnaissance, finesse swordfighting and cooking.
Appearance: Ulrich is a handsome man, seemingly too soft for rough adventures. He stands at about 5' 11", with an apparent weight of 190 lbs. His raven black hair is always sleeked back in a fine, gentlemanly manner. His green eyes are always looking about for a fight or women. His black goatee is properly maintained, and he can be seen stroking it thoughtfully many times a day. Ulrich wears fine clothes, a white billowy shirt with a black vest over it. His leggings are loose-fitting, and black, again. Ulrich's shoes are made of the finest leather, with a silver buckle across each shoe. Ulrich has a 4 inch scar on his right cheek. Ulrich is seen with either his longsword in his hand, or a bottle of whiskey.
Biography: Ulrich was born into a very large, and very wealthy family. Ulrich was the youngest son, always picked on because of his soft nature, rather wanting to cook with his mother than to wrestle with his brothers. His father would try to harden his boy, but to no avail. One night, when out to town with his mother, he saw a fight in the streets. He changed from then on. He knew what he wanted to do. In his room, he began to learn fist fighting; his father heavily approved. When he started fighting in friendly competitions with his brother's groups of friends, they were all amazed at his skill and speed. As he grew up, he became somewhat of a drunk, and, basically, a man *****. He and his family had a falling out, and left him with nothing. So, naturally, he stormed back into his home, stole a gratuitous amount of his family's money, and fled. He has since lived in reasonable comfort, with a reputation for being an exquisite cook -- owning quite a large restaurant in Port Golden, his new place of residence -- but grows bored of the daily grind. That is, until the mailboy gave him a letter. He never got letters.
Reason for joining: Im in three other RP's and I'm loving it. I realized this is something I really love to do.
Example:
Ulrich was laying on his front porch, soaking up the sun, as usual. Nothing could go wrong today. Nothing ever happens in this...**** of a town. He took another swig from the bottle of whiskey that lay next to him. Yep...life's great. He lay his head back onto the wooden porch, closing his eyes, and began thinking of the lady he had "visited" the night before...and pancakes...
"Excuse me...Mr. Redwing?"
"Eh?" said Ulrich intelligently, sitting up slowly. Opening his eyes, he saw the image of a young boy swim on front of him. He shook his head, clearing his vision, he saw the mailboy.
"Yeah, what'd'you want?"
"Umm...there--there's a letter for you here, Mr. Redwing."
Leaning forward, he saw the boy holding out a yellowed sheet of parchment, folded neatly with a wax seal on it.
"Lemme see that...", said Ulrich, taking the letter from the boy's hand. Taking another drink, he began to read. His eyes opened wide, his hand grew steady as he read further on. He looked up to the boy, and said, without speaking to the boy, "About bloody time."
Standing up, he flipped the mailboy a copper coin for his services, went inside his house, and began to pick out a suitable outfit for Sunday.
Your character's skill: Great with a bow. He was born in a family of thiefs.He grew fond of bows due to his uncle's amazing skills.
What does your character look like:Peter wears a dark hood and a robe,the bottom part of the robe has gold writings,Its black coloring helps him hide in shadows, but the gold writing sometimes get in the way. His hair is deep black, he has a giant skull marking in his chest but few saw it, and those who did died. His eye is deep blue. He wears black shoes as well. He has a black leather quiver always filled with his arrows, and a bow made of dark wood and iron details.
Autobiography of your character: Peter was born in a family that depended on thievery to live. His mother and father died in jail, he lived with his uncle, a well known thief, no one ever caugth him, he was great with a bow, every day he brougth food and the things needed. When peter had 11 years, his uncle started teaching him the arts of the bow. Peter tarined and trained, he sweated every day in the arena bloodworks, he trained every day, at age 18 he was a great archer and great at sneaking.But his uncle was old and weak now, his uncle could feel death aproching, he said to peter in his dying breaths.
"Peter the card you received... go go with them please, don't take the thief days with you."
Why do you want to join this RP: I love rp's, mostly because i love imagining, and this one looks like a good one.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
"Is there anyone here by the name Peter?" Asked a messenger as he entered the old rat inn, with a card on his hand, and a bag in the other.
"That would be me, who asks?" Petro answered as he stood up, his face full of tears and a tankyard of bear in his left hand
"I am a humble messenger, i came here to deliver this" The messenger said as he gave Peter a scrolled up card.
After Peter read the card, he dropped the tankyard and dried the tears off his face, There was a glimpse of joy in his eyes as he declared
"Tell Grandtree ill be there"
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@Necro: I regret to inform you that you have been denied. You obviously read the OP, and I appreciate that, but from what I see in your application, your RPing skills are not at the level this RP requires. You may edit your application and PM me when that is done if you wish, but I suggest you put a good effort into it, and know that every post should require the same effort and skill.
I'm not sure what 'good ole W n' W' means, but it means something. Like pancakes.
Your character's name: William Bant
Your character's age: 21
Your character's skill: As the apprentice of a world famous carpenter, William has learned how to measure things and cut things exactly where they needed to be cut, at any time. Rulers don't exist in his house, unless he is making one for his clients. He boasts that he can make anything, anywhere, with any material. Especially if it's wood.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image: Regular build, about 5' 6" tall, blue eyes that you could see from meters away, and hair that goes past his neck, but not hair that would make him look like the opposite sex. ((More like a rock-star type look, but not as crazy)) He has always been very flexible, and is periodically making his fingers turn backwards or some other such nonsense because of habit. He has jet black hair all over his legs, though he always wears some sort of very baggy cargo-type pants to cover up the monstrosity of hair. He doesn't shave much, so he has a fairly thick beard and moustache,all of the color orange. He is a ginger. Freckles do not exist on him, they are like a forgein species invading his face, if he ever had them. He has pretty bushy eyebrows, and does not have super-human strength, but he is... tougher than most people.
Autobiography of your character: William was the son to a woman prostitute, sadly, and a drunken father who once had the biggest rug-selling buisness in Port Golden. When William was born, he was put in a foster care and was raised until he was 10, sitting silently, looking cute, trying to find a new home. Nobody took him in, and he was kicked out because of his age. Living on the streets, William taught himself how to survive on the streets, and finally got a job at carpentry as an apprentice at the age of 16. His 'master's' wife divorced him when our 'hero' was 18, and he then let William live with him, because he was like a son to him. William's father-like figure died of old age when William was 20, and he now lives at the house he's lived at for three years since.
Why do you want to join this RP: Being in an RP is always fun, but this seems like a real serious like more serious than a DnD RP, and I want to do something new for a change, other than saying that I just looked at something important to the story.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation: William got up, cooked his usual pancakes and eggs, headed out for his trip to the market.
When he arrived, he bought 1 pound of mutton and four dozen eggs, and some hay for his horse. As he was walking home, he suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom.
William put his basket of food near a tree and he ran into the bushes to do his buisness. A man with a small note on it sneaked up to his basket and slipped the note into the hay, though William saw him.
"Hey! You! Thief! Get out of my goods you hooligan!" William bellowed.
The man let out a yelp and ran back to the hustle and bustle of the Port Golden market, not to be seen by William again.
"God-dammit." William sighed. "I spent a good 10 pieces on those!" He staggered up to his basket to see what was stolen from him. Nothing. A small, folded up piece of paper was in between his hay and the basket side. He picked it up and read it.
Riches beyond imagination? thought William. That's a bunch of bullcrap. The last riches that was found by exploring was when miners found the deserted mine fifty years ago.
William thought again, and changed his mind. He at least had to see this 'infamous' Lunario and meet her captain, because he had always enjoyed watching ships. He built them often in his workshop back home. He set off for the southern docks after he dropped off his things at home.
@Foo: You are now accepted, though I am still no fan of how you got the letter. A man paid to deliver a message would at least deliver it face to face and bow, but no huge deal, I can tell you can RP well enough. Just in the future, take care to think of realism and what others have said previously a little more.
What time period is this? Do we have the use of gunpowder? But seriously. Good ole W' and W'. Goes great with pancakes, too.
Your character's name:
Joseph Markham
Your character's age:
28
Your character's skill:
Jeweler. He can inspect practically every mineral perfectly. The quality, the value, everything. He has an odd hobby of throwing knives, and has decent aim. He isn't perfect, but could be useful in combat.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
Despite being relatively young, Joseph has long, thick, greying brown hair that falls to his shoulders. It is tied back in a ponytail, but he lets his bangs hand to the side. He has no eyebrows for some reason, but his bangs cover the empty spot where they should be. He has rough skin, and a permanent five-o'clock shadow. He has bland brown eyes with large bags under his eyes from insomnia. He has a thin nose and lips. His face is long and sort of triangular. He is lanky, nearly six foot nine. He wears a fancy, died red and white dress shirt, with a black vest slung over. He has leather pants. He has big feet and hands. His boots are size eleven, and are a well worn. He seemingly always has a cigar in his mouth, he is a heavy smoker.
Autobiography of your character:
Joseph's family was middle class. His mom and dad were pretty average lookers, and so was he. His father was a merchant. However, he was an oddity in his family, because of how tall and skinny he was. He had a strange case of insomnia, and could rarely ever sleep. To pass the long nights, he found himself expecting his mothers jewelry, and the coin his father made. Because of this strange hobby, he found himself going to work with his dad when he was seven, because he could easily determine weather a coin was fake or not. He didn't get the greatest education, because when his dad died, he had to take over his dads job of being a merchant.
As he grew up, he slowly split off from his inherited job, and left his mother. His mom was a mess, drinking heavily. His fathers death had split up the family. His mother hated him, so there was no reason for him to stay. He took his hard earned money, and started to become a jeweler. He bought some fancy minerals and silver, and found he also had a talent for shaping the metal and jewels to make rings and other jewelery. He was incredibly happy about this, because it meant he didn't have to split wages with a partner who knew how to craft the jewelery. He could work on his lonesome, which joyed him greatly. He always was kind of a loner, his parents never let him go out and play.
As his jewelery business grew, and Joseph got more skilled, he got a steady income and rose from middle class. He bought a nice house, owned a horse, and enjoyed himself whenever he wasn't working. He was an avid reader, and found himself reading a lot when he wasn't sleeping. He also developed a smoking addiction, because he could afford cigars. His life just kept going uphill. However, his life lacked adventure, and fun. He wondered if he'd ever get any.
Why do you want to join this RP:
'Cuz you're pretty awesome, Grandtree. Haha, thats not the real reason. A few of the RP's I'm active in aren't going very far, either because they are inactive or my character can't do anything. So I took the liberty of deciding to join your. Why not, right? It looks fun.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Joseph sat in bed, smoking. He was reading a pleasant romance book, wondering how the hero did it. He seemed so suave, and casual. He could talk to people so well, and the girl he was going for just fell into his arms. He sighed. Joseph was never good at talking to people. He was only good at work. And knives. Yeah, he had a weird hobby of throwing knives. Exhaling some smoke, he turned the page.
Suddenly, he heard someone walking outside his house. Inspecting it, he found a letter tucked into his door frame, the person all but gone. Shrugging he opened the letter. He was expecting a request. Letters like this were usually delivered in secret by a young man in a relationship, who wanted a ring for his future fiance, but didn't want her to know. However, when he opened it up, he found something completely different.
"An invitation for an adventure, eh? They want me to inspect treasure found, so I can see if it's legit, maybe how much it costs? Sure, why not. My life is boring anyways." He yawned out of tiredness, but he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep. He tucked the invitation into his pocket, he casually began to pack, and it was only half way through when his tired mind finally clicked.
"Holy ****, I'm actually going to do something for once!"
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@Neil: Accepted, though look out for common grammatical errors, such as using expect instead of inspect, or weather instead of whether. All of these are things to be weary of, because although people can understand you, it shows a certain amount of ignorance really, no offense meant.
Aha, no offense taken. I actually really appreciate the response. I write with my 'minds eye', I jot down what comes into my head and lazily forget to read over it and edit.
Thanks! :3
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[Not a problem, but remember the rules about how to post in OOC. Now a little note for everyone, I want to limit OOC posts here to a minimum, and while I am sure you are all itching for action here, we must wait patiently and silently until we have enough players. I feel that RP's are being abused by many for post count here (Not saying any names), and that will not be the case in this RP.]
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[Sadly, I see little change, and there was quite a need for it. Denied again, though I honestly appreciate your putting time into applying. I hope that someday things will work out better, but two strikes and you are out here, no more editing of your application. Again, thank you for your time. Have a grand day.]
(( Ah, another RP. Keep a spot open, and I'll apply later. I didn't read the entire post yet, because it would take forever on the tiny screen to load and read as my 3G shucks here. ))
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“I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.”
Your character's skill:
Sasha is a skilled navigator and helmsman. When she was twenty-four, she managed to navigate a large ship safely through a violent storm, while losing little to no items, and having the only death being a drunk who walked out onto the deck, slipped on water, and stumbled overboard.
Besides her navigating skills, she also knows the trade of tailoring, allowing her to repair and create clothing for crew members, as well as repairing sails on ships. As for combat skills, Sasha carries two rapiers, which she has been using since becoming a free-lance navigator.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
(( Imagine an older-fasioned version of this girl.)) Sasha
Sasha is 5'7", and weighs about 132 lbs. She has a slightly tanned skin, and dark crimson eyes, that always sparkle when she is excited. (( Albino. Red eyes are really possible for all those who don't know.)) Her face is slightly rounded, and she is almost always seen sporting a grin. She wears a small silver, chain-link necklace, and has many piercings dotting her ears. Her hair is a strawberry-blonde color, and is usually down to her her mid-back, and topped with a navy blue bandana. She usually wears a white, short sleeved shirt, which only covers her upper torso, and is tied off in the back, accessorized with long, black, fingerless gloves reaching all the way up to her sleeves. She also wears a short, navy blue skirt that is held on by a brown belt with a silver square buckle. Her two swords hand on either side of her belt, one in a green sheath, the other in a black. To finish it off, she wears white leggings under long, black boots, which reach her knees.
Autobiography of your character:
Sasha was born in a small fishing town, on an island out in the middle of the ocean. When she was born, her mother sadly died, so she was raised by her father, who was, of course, a fisherman. Since she was little, she has loved the ocean, and always got to go on fishing trips with her father, since she had nowhere else to stay. By the time she was ten, she was being taught how to fish, and was even learning all about maps. She got her very own fishing rod, and had many of the locals helping her learn fishing every day. However, she wasn't very interested- She wanted to be behind the ships helm, charting it's path... Anything that let her control where the ship goes. She told her father this many times, but he told her he didn't know how, and didn't want her going without him to learn at that age. When she turned fifteen, however, this changed.
For Sasha's fifteenth birthday, her father brought one of his friends to their home. He introduced himself as the navigator of a ship called "The Oriol", and that she would be leaving with him to learn how to navigate a ship. Sasha was reluctant to leave without her father at first, but, finally decided to go with. Saying her final goodbye's to her father, she left with the man, and would never again return to her home island. Sasha trained with the Oriol's navigator for seven years, and eventually took over for him when he became to old to handle it himself. By this time, however, the Oriol had become a kind of cruise ship, promising civilians "exploration of the vast seas." However, all it really was was a five day loop around an island. After about a year of this, Sasha left the Oriol's crew, and labeled herself as a freelance navigator, working for anybody who payed the right amount. For two years she did this, working for fisherman, traveling groups, etc. Then, eight months after her twenty-fourth birthday, was when she finally was able to prove her worth as a navigator.
One year and six months ago, Sasha was payed to navigate the ship named "The Seeker" to an unmarked island, where there was great promise for treasure. Sasha agreed to this along the terms that she get 1/6th share of the total treasure. The captain was reluctant, but agreed. They left five days later, after Sasha showed the captain the course she had planned for them. The voyage was going along fine, until a violent storm appeared, as if from nowhere. Sasha ran for the top deck with the captain, and took over on the helm. She worked with the captain to get the crew where they needed to be, and managed to survive the storm, which lasted eight hours. However, right before the storm passed, a crew member who had a bit too much alcohol, wandered out on the deck, and slipped on water, falling overboard. Even though it wasn't her fault, Sasha still feels bad about his death. Even though they never did get their treasure, the crew made sure Sasha's skills were known to all of Port Golden, which is where Sasha has been staying since she returned from that voyage.
Why do you want to join this RP:
Two reasons. One. It's nautical RP, which I've always found really interesting. Two. I think you're a great RP-er, Grandtree, and I really want to see what it's like when you are in full control of an RP. BUT WAIT! There's a THIRD reason! It's because I LOVE pancakes, and want to know what the good ole W 'n' W is!
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Sasha sat at a stool in the local tavern, talking to the captain of the most recent crew she had been on. She drank the last bit of her pint, and slammed it down on the counter. "So... About my pay..." She said to the captain, staring at him. "Oh, well, of course! I added a little extra, too! I was glad that we could have you on our crew, Ms. Kasheyev!" Sasha smiled, and opened the pouch, counting the money inside. "It was a pleasure, sir." She stood up to leave, but found a man standing behind her with a letter. "Hm? What's this?" The man simply said "A letter. For you. From Mr. Grandtree." He handed her the letter, and left, without another word. "What an odd little man..." Sasha pulled out her dagger, and cut the string around the letter. "Dear sir or madam. You are hereby..." She muttered to herself as she read the letter. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a grin spread across her face. "Treasure, you say? Seems good enough! I'll be at the docks then, Mr. Grandtree!" She yelled out loud, and staggered out of the bar, slightly drunk. "I finally get a chance to redeem myself. Well, better get packing!" She said, heading for home.
(( Oh, and, don't worry, Grandtree. I'll be frequent with posting. I graduate on Friday, so, nothing to keep me from posting! Yay!))
@Feokris: Flattery, my dear, will get you everywhere. Yes, your character is a perfect fit for this RP, and more specifically, my character. Leave it to Scott to try to get eye candy up by him. Also, a bit of a side note, no need to explain your red eyes, any eye or hair color is acceptable as many people like to base off of anime. (Personally, I like to base it off myself. Not because I am vain, but because I can look in the mirror to verify and give weird details if need be) Also, you cannot tan if you are an albino, so your excuse wouldn't work anyway. All that being said, you are accepted graciously.
[Edit: Updated the members list. Yes, you all are official now!]
(( Haha. xD Alright, thanks! =p and... Okay! I get that. :3 I usually do that when writing,or when drawing. xD Also, just so you know, there is something called ocular albinism. It only affects the eyes. The skin and hair colors are lighter, but, not in the same way as normal albinism, where you pretty much have to avoid the sun. According to my family, my great grandmother had it... and, i just looked it up. =p Web definition: "Ocular Albinism type 1 (OA1), also called as Nettleship-Falls syndrome, is the most common type of Ocular Albinism with a prevalence rate of 1:50,000[1][2]. It is an inheritable classical Mendelian type X-linked recessive disorder wherein the retinal pigment epithelium lacks pigment while hair and skin appear normal" Mainly appears in males, but, hey, it's a fictional character. xP I can be the one female with it in this world. xD ...Just sharing the info. :3 And, thanks again for accepting me! ^-^))
[Mr. Grandtree, there is a mistake on my character's name on the member's list. It is Ulrich, not Ulrish. Nothing of large priority, I just noticed it.]
Imagine, you hold in your hands the ticket to a voyage that will forever change your life. Your skills have been found worthy of your place in the crew that will change history as we know it.
The story:
Scott Grandtree, of the illustrious Grandtree merchant clan and captain, has in his hands a map. The map that killed his Father's entire crew and Scott's mother, but made him the rich man he is today. The island his Father told him of has on it a city, built of gold, long abandoned and forgotten. His father told him of the city almost every night while he was alive, filling his head with vivid images, as if he could reach out and touch the gold brick walls. He wanted it, but his Father had never given him the map, warning him of the dangers so disturbing that they haunted him every night in his dreams, and every day in his memories. His Father was now dead and he had found the map hidden in his mansion. Scott was set for life, being the sole heir of the fortune his dad had escaped from the island with long ago. It was not about the money, he wanted the fame, the adventure. He hired a scribe and got his servants to find the most skilled people of their crafts and fetch them for the voyage. He could hardly sleep, tomorrow he would meet his first crew and they would set sail on his Father's old ship, the Lunario, on the trip that would change history. He plans to set up a camp on the island and collect every last bit of gold.
The Setting:
Medieval times. No guns, no magic, no weird races, just humanity. Just plain old swords, shields and bows. You live in the grand city of Port Golden. There is little war and most people grow weary of their boring lives and set sail for adventure, hearing word of new lands and the great treasures to be had. Will you join them?
How this RP will work:
This RP will be made into a story in a way. This does not mean I am making a book or a webpage, but I will be keeping the posts in a word document that I will post a link to periodically so that others may read it without having to search through OOC posts and all the other "spam". I may even keep an email list of those who want to keep track more easily, but this is all speculation. If the RP does not turn out as well as I imagine it should, I may not even make it a story at all. This is an RP for mature players only. Cursing and sexual dialogue (This does not include actual sexual situations. Sex may be mentioned and had, but not played out.) is acceptable, you have been warned.
I will be deciding any major plot twists, which there will be plenty of. When I wish to throw in a plot twist, I will private message the person who will introduce it. For example, a fisherman heads to the ocean to catch fish for the group, when there I will send that person a private message saying they will stumble across a human skull on the way back. They will then proceed to follow my directions. I find this is the best way to keep the RP within my story in my head and keep it interesting for everyone. I know this OP is rather short, and there is a reason for that. I do not want a RP where I make everything happen and say everything. I want an RP that is made by everyone who plays it, and everyone who reads it.
Applying:
Before applying, be sure you have read this ENTIRE post.
Your character's name:
Your character's age:
Your character's skill:
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
Autobiography of your character:
Why do you want to join this RP:
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Here is an example of my application:
Your character's name:
Scott Grandtree
Your character's age:
25
Your character's skill:
Captain and merchant. A womanizer known well around for his charm and good looks, and of course, his great wealth doesn't hurt. Well trained in swordplay, though never in many real sword fights and he usually just fences, yet the story of how he fought off three pirates to save a rather ravishing woman has been spread far throughout the lands, and many falsely believe he is an expert at sword fights.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
Thick but clean cut reddish brown hair, which leans towards a copper color in the summer when he gets a lot of sun. A rather dark complexion. A tall man, standing slightly over 6 feet. Brown eyes with small streaks of green near the center. A soft face but a prominent jaw. Always clean shaven and dressed well, though never wearing a hat or frills, but rather a nice, clean, green or blue naval duster with gold chains moving from chest pocket, to golden breast buttons, to the opposing chest pocket. He is well toned and very strong due to his daily workout routine, which he does solely to impress the ladies. Favors brown or black leather shoes with gold buckles. Almost never wears any jewelry save his prized emerald necklace that was given to him by his mother. Not only for sentimental reasons, but for the simple fact that the emerald was one of the largest gems of it's kind in the world.
Autobiography of your character:
Born in a large town in his families mansion. His parents were absent during most of his childhood, including major moments such his first kiss when he was 9, with his 8 year old neighbor. Since that day his spark of love for women was ignited. He was raised mostly by the babysitter, Ms. Fernackle, who was a very sweet woman, but strict. He never questioned her authority, and she showed her love for his obedience with many treats such as fresh baked cookies and pies. His parents were also gone during his teenage years, when Ms. Fernackle died and he sobbed uncontrollably for days, alone in the mansion. When his father returned, he was consoled by the fact that his mother had died as well. He wept for weeks, and then one day, when he could cry no longer, he stopped, and has never since cried or been sad. At that moment he decided to forget attachments and love, for they only weighed the heart down from what it truly wanted, and what his heart wanted was women and wine, of which he has had his share. Upon his father's death (Hey, if you read this, mention "good ole W 'n' W" n your application for a few extra credit points with me.) he did not shed a tear. He spat on the grave of the man who had sent his own wife, Scott's Mother, to the grave. At first, his mind was set on refusing a single coin of his father's money, but upon hearing the vast fortune he could inherit, for his father had neglected to reveal the true expanses of their finances, he decided to accept every coin. He spent a few months purchasing wine and flirting with woman before it began to bore him. He fell into an alcoholic slump and drank vigorously until he found the map in his fathers old chest, hidden in an old flask which Scott had hoped contained alcohol of any type. He decided upon the adventure the very next day and hired the workers needed, or rather sent out his butlers to hire the workers he needed, and planned to set sail that very next Sunday.
Why do you want to join this RP:
I am just such a big fan of yours Mr_Grandtree, and would be honored to RP with you. (This was merely a joke, do not think I am so vain please.)
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Since I sent the invitations, see my autobiography as a reference for my RPing skills.
Rules:
1. My word is law, you sell your soul to me when joining this RP. You may have a suggestion, but what I say goes. I will of course be fair, this will be a monarchy, not a dictatorship, but it should go without saying I have the last say in matters.
2. No God-Modding. If you do not know what god-modding is then you are not experienced enough to join this RP.
3. Proper grammar is a must. If you cannot use it, do not bother applying.
4. No arguing with each other, unless it is your characters arguing with each other.
5. Don't annoy people, if two characters are talking do not walk up and interrupt them, it is rude.
6. Our of character posts, OOC, should be put in either ((OOC)) or [OOC]
7. Your character should not be perfect, make them a reasonable human being. No one is perfect.
8. You must be logical, meaning you do not just stumble across twenty diamonds in the sand. If I find anything you do illogical, you will be asked to change it. If you do not comply, I will remove you from the RP.
9. No changing the story dramatically without my permission, meaning you do not decide that there is a tribe of natives who attacked us all the sudden. Trust me, there will be plenty of action for you all.
10. Fights should be logical, this is a lot like rule #8, but I felt I should reiterate.
11. Mention pancakes in your application or you will be denied.
12. OOC posts should be kept to a minimum, let's focus on the RP here.
13. If you are inactive for more than a week without giving me a heads up as to why, you will be removed from the members list. You may rejoin later on however, but we will pretend you do not exist until then.
14. You may not post until your name is on the members list.
15. Read every RP post before posting. This will be an active RP and you should be able to keep up. If you have a trip or such, you may ask someone to catch you up on major happenings, but barring that you should be able to easily keep track of what goes on here.
Names in green are moderators.
Names in blue are inactive, meaning at least three days without a post.
Names in red are in danger of being banned from the RP.
Misc. extras.
Here is a signature if anyone wants it.
I hope you don't mind if I play a rather vicious marauder woman willing to fight for a share of the treasure.
Oh, and you should probably add in a "Your character's personality," section.
Your character's name: Kiley Askee
Your character's age: 23.
Your character's skill: Swordplay. Raised a champion fighter in an illegal arena, she grew fond of weapons. Of course, her beautiful posture and looks allow her to be a tremendous flirt.
What does your character look like:
Kiley wears a brown corset, adorned by a white fuselage covering her breasts and arms. It exposes her skinny shoulders and most of her collar bone, although revealing her features. Her beautiful dyed hair shines purple, forever scarred by the berry mix that was layed into it. A golden hoop earring strikes through her left ear, almost two inches long. A red hairband, dotted with black dots keeps her hair in check, perfect for her blue eyes. Kiley wears a red and white striped skirt, cut short at the top of her thighs. A large belt with a golden buckle gleams in the sunlight above her skirt, completing the outfit. Of course, she wears strapped boots as well, heavy and durable. To top it off, she carries a well-cleaned scimitar, a perfect weapon.
Autobiography of your character: Kiley was born a fighter. Her father, a prestigious owner of an illegal arena, made dozens upon dozens of golden bars every month by his business. With this kind of money, he bought everything for his daughter. Once she became of age, he cast aside her playthings and toys. She had been a strong wrestler, always fighting back when her father came to take her toys, but this time, he was not taking it. Due to her strong will and incredible strength, he trained her immediately for the arena, not stopping to think of the consequences. Four years, four strenuous years, and she had trained and completed over fifteen competitions, all resulting in a win. Her gorgeous looks brought men to tears as she slashed through them, blood dripping to the sandy ground they sparred upon. She made quick work of the men she was faced against, her scimitar bouncing through their skin as if it butter. Of course, her father's position was compromised. In his lust for power and riches, he had forgotten to pay tribute to a local gang, as they returned with bows, wrecking havoc from above onto the arena. Kiley, along with a dozen or so others, were the only survivors from hundreds. Arrows and blood filled the air, screams of terror and pain filling her soul forever. She ran, ran until she couldn't stop. Well, that is, after filling her pocket with several gold bars. She's long since sold them for real money, but has always kept well in struggling times. This is where she is left off, receiving a ticket of sorts, a letter. She was ready.
Why do you want to join this RP: I've a deep passion for roleplaying. I'm sure you've seen me around. Roleplaying satisfies my insatiable hunger to imagine, to play with my thoughts. This seems like a great opportunity.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Kiley shrunk, a shiver running through her spine. Her tankard of light ale shimmied to the table, spilling across it. "Perfect!" Running outside, she had to get sun, bright, healthy sun. Kiley wanted to see the invitation clearly in the sun, to memorize it, to know it. It would not stop reverberating through her head. "I'm wanted. I'm wanted. I'm wanted!" A grin the size of the sun flew across her face. "Yes. I will take advantage of my destiny..." She jumped, kicking her heels together. It was a short while until the date, and she wanted to pass it by sleeping as much as possible. Skipping all the way to her inn, no person had ever had a grin that big on their face other then her.
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Name: Ulrich Redwing
Age: 27
Skill: Reconnaissance, finesse swordfighting and cooking.
Appearance: Ulrich is a handsome man, seemingly too soft for rough adventures. He stands at about 5' 11", with an apparent weight of 190 lbs. His raven black hair is always sleeked back in a fine, gentlemanly manner. His green eyes are always looking about for a fight or women. His black goatee is properly maintained, and he can be seen stroking it thoughtfully many times a day. Ulrich wears fine clothes, a white billowy shirt with a black vest over it. His leggings are loose-fitting, and black, again. Ulrich's shoes are made of the finest leather, with a silver buckle across each shoe. Ulrich has a 4 inch scar on his right cheek. Ulrich is seen with either his longsword in his hand, or a bottle of whiskey.
Biography: Ulrich was born into a very large, and very wealthy family. Ulrich was the youngest son, always picked on because of his soft nature, rather wanting to cook with his mother than to wrestle with his brothers. His father would try to harden his boy, but to no avail. One night, when out to town with his mother, he saw a fight in the streets. He changed from then on. He knew what he wanted to do. In his room, he began to learn fist fighting; his father heavily approved. When he started fighting in friendly competitions with his brother's groups of friends, they were all amazed at his skill and speed. As he grew up, he became somewhat of a drunk, and, basically, a man *****. He and his family had a falling out, and left him with nothing. So, naturally, he stormed back into his home, stole a gratuitous amount of his family's money, and fled. He has since lived in reasonable comfort, with a reputation for being an exquisite cook -- owning quite a large restaurant in Port Golden, his new place of residence -- but grows bored of the daily grind. That is, until the mailboy gave him a letter. He never got letters.
Reason for joining: Im in three other RP's and I'm loving it. I realized this is something I really love to do.
Example:
Ulrich was laying on his front porch, soaking up the sun, as usual. Nothing could go wrong today. Nothing ever happens in this...**** of a town. He took another swig from the bottle of whiskey that lay next to him. Yep...life's great. He lay his head back onto the wooden porch, closing his eyes, and began thinking of the lady he had "visited" the night before...and pancakes...
"Excuse me...Mr. Redwing?"
"Eh?" said Ulrich intelligently, sitting up slowly. Opening his eyes, he saw the image of a young boy swim on front of him. He shook his head, clearing his vision, he saw the mailboy.
"Yeah, what'd'you want?"
"Umm...there--there's a letter for you here, Mr. Redwing."
Leaning forward, he saw the boy holding out a yellowed sheet of parchment, folded neatly with a wax seal on it.
"Lemme see that...", said Ulrich, taking the letter from the boy's hand. Taking another drink, he began to read. His eyes opened wide, his hand grew steady as he read further on. He looked up to the boy, and said, without speaking to the boy, "About bloody time."
Standing up, he flipped the mailboy a copper coin for his services, went inside his house, and began to pick out a suitable outfit for Sunday.
@Stingray: You are accepted. Well done, we have our chef.
Your character's name: Peter Hond
Your character's age: 20.
Your character's skill: Great with a bow. He was born in a family of thiefs.He grew fond of bows due to his uncle's amazing skills.
What does your character look like:Peter wears a dark hood and a robe,the bottom part of the robe has gold writings,Its black coloring helps him hide in shadows, but the gold writing sometimes get in the way. His hair is deep black, he has a giant skull marking in his chest but few saw it, and those who did died. His eye is deep blue. He wears black shoes as well. He has a black leather quiver always filled with his arrows, and a bow made of dark wood and iron details.
Autobiography of your character: Peter was born in a family that depended on thievery to live. His mother and father died in jail, he lived with his uncle, a well known thief, no one ever caugth him, he was great with a bow, every day he brougth food and the things needed. When peter had 11 years, his uncle started teaching him the arts of the bow. Peter tarined and trained, he sweated every day in the arena bloodworks, he trained every day, at age 18 he was a great archer and great at sneaking.But his uncle was old and weak now, his uncle could feel death aproching, he said to peter in his dying breaths.
"Peter the card you received... go go with them please, don't take the thief days with you."
Why do you want to join this RP: I love rp's, mostly because i love imagining, and this one looks like a good one.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
"Is there anyone here by the name Peter?" Asked a messenger as he entered the old rat inn, with a card on his hand, and a bag in the other.
"That would be me, who asks?" Petro answered as he stood up, his face full of tears and a tankyard of bear in his left hand
"I am a humble messenger, i came here to deliver this" The messenger said as he gave Peter a scrolled up card.
After Peter read the card, he dropped the tankyard and dried the tears off his face, There was a glimpse of joy in his eyes as he declared
"Tell Grandtree ill be there"
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Your character's name: William Bant
Your character's age: 21
Your character's skill: As the apprentice of a world famous carpenter, William has learned how to measure things and cut things exactly where they needed to be cut, at any time. Rulers don't exist in his house, unless he is making one for his clients. He boasts that he can make anything, anywhere, with any material. Especially if it's wood.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image: Regular build, about 5' 6" tall, blue eyes that you could see from meters away, and hair that goes past his neck, but not hair that would make him look like the opposite sex. ((More like a rock-star type look, but not as crazy)) He has always been very flexible, and is periodically making his fingers turn backwards or some other such nonsense because of habit. He has jet black hair all over his legs, though he always wears some sort of very baggy cargo-type pants to cover up the monstrosity of hair. He doesn't shave much, so he has a fairly thick beard and moustache,all of the color orange. He is a ginger. Freckles do not exist on him, they are like a forgein species invading his face, if he ever had them. He has pretty bushy eyebrows, and does not have super-human strength, but he is... tougher than most people.
Autobiography of your character: William was the son to a woman prostitute, sadly, and a drunken father who once had the biggest rug-selling buisness in Port Golden. When William was born, he was put in a foster care and was raised until he was 10, sitting silently, looking cute, trying to find a new home. Nobody took him in, and he was kicked out because of his age. Living on the streets, William taught himself how to survive on the streets, and finally got a job at carpentry as an apprentice at the age of 16. His 'master's' wife divorced him when our 'hero' was 18, and he then let William live with him, because he was like a son to him. William's father-like figure died of old age when William was 20, and he now lives at the house he's lived at for three years since.
Why do you want to join this RP: Being in an RP is always fun, but this seems like a real serious like more serious than a DnD RP, and I want to do something new for a change, other than saying that I just looked at something important to the story.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation: William got up, cooked his usual pancakes and eggs, headed out for his trip to the market.
When he arrived, he bought 1 pound of mutton and four dozen eggs, and some hay for his horse. As he was walking home, he suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom.
William put his basket of food near a tree and he ran into the bushes to do his buisness. A man with a small note on it sneaked up to his basket and slipped the note into the hay, though William saw him.
"Hey! You! Thief! Get out of my goods you hooligan!" William bellowed.
The man let out a yelp and ran back to the hustle and bustle of the Port Golden market, not to be seen by William again.
"God-dammit." William sighed. "I spent a good 10 pieces on those!" He staggered up to his basket to see what was stolen from him. Nothing. A small, folded up piece of paper was in between his hay and the basket side. He picked it up and read it.
Riches beyond imagination? thought William. That's a bunch of bullcrap. The last riches that was found by exploring was when miners found the deserted mine fifty years ago.
William thought again, and changed his mind. He at least had to see this 'infamous' Lunario and meet her captain, because he had always enjoyed watching ships. He built them often in his workshop back home. He set off for the southern docks after he dropped off his things at home.
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Your character's name:
Joseph Markham
Your character's age:
28
Your character's skill:
Jeweler. He can inspect practically every mineral perfectly. The quality, the value, everything. He has an odd hobby of throwing knives, and has decent aim. He isn't perfect, but could be useful in combat.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
Despite being relatively young, Joseph has long, thick, greying brown hair that falls to his shoulders. It is tied back in a ponytail, but he lets his bangs hand to the side. He has no eyebrows for some reason, but his bangs cover the empty spot where they should be. He has rough skin, and a permanent five-o'clock shadow. He has bland brown eyes with large bags under his eyes from insomnia. He has a thin nose and lips. His face is long and sort of triangular. He is lanky, nearly six foot nine. He wears a fancy, died red and white dress shirt, with a black vest slung over. He has leather pants. He has big feet and hands. His boots are size eleven, and are a well worn. He seemingly always has a cigar in his mouth, he is a heavy smoker.
Autobiography of your character:
Joseph's family was middle class. His mom and dad were pretty average lookers, and so was he. His father was a merchant. However, he was an oddity in his family, because of how tall and skinny he was. He had a strange case of insomnia, and could rarely ever sleep. To pass the long nights, he found himself expecting his mothers jewelry, and the coin his father made. Because of this strange hobby, he found himself going to work with his dad when he was seven, because he could easily determine weather a coin was fake or not. He didn't get the greatest education, because when his dad died, he had to take over his dads job of being a merchant.
As he grew up, he slowly split off from his inherited job, and left his mother. His mom was a mess, drinking heavily. His fathers death had split up the family. His mother hated him, so there was no reason for him to stay. He took his hard earned money, and started to become a jeweler. He bought some fancy minerals and silver, and found he also had a talent for shaping the metal and jewels to make rings and other jewelery. He was incredibly happy about this, because it meant he didn't have to split wages with a partner who knew how to craft the jewelery. He could work on his lonesome, which joyed him greatly. He always was kind of a loner, his parents never let him go out and play.
As his jewelery business grew, and Joseph got more skilled, he got a steady income and rose from middle class. He bought a nice house, owned a horse, and enjoyed himself whenever he wasn't working. He was an avid reader, and found himself reading a lot when he wasn't sleeping. He also developed a smoking addiction, because he could afford cigars. His life just kept going uphill. However, his life lacked adventure, and fun. He wondered if he'd ever get any.
Why do you want to join this RP:
'Cuz you're pretty awesome, Grandtree. Haha, thats not the real reason. A few of the RP's I'm active in aren't going very far, either because they are inactive or my character can't do anything. So I took the liberty of deciding to join your. Why not, right? It looks fun.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Joseph sat in bed, smoking. He was reading a pleasant romance book, wondering how the hero did it. He seemed so suave, and casual. He could talk to people so well, and the girl he was going for just fell into his arms. He sighed. Joseph was never good at talking to people. He was only good at work. And knives. Yeah, he had a weird hobby of throwing knives. Exhaling some smoke, he turned the page.
Suddenly, he heard someone walking outside his house. Inspecting it, he found a letter tucked into his door frame, the person all but gone. Shrugging he opened the letter. He was expecting a request. Letters like this were usually delivered in secret by a young man in a relationship, who wanted a ring for his future fiance, but didn't want her to know. However, when he opened it up, he found something completely different.
"An invitation for an adventure, eh? They want me to inspect treasure found, so I can see if it's legit, maybe how much it costs? Sure, why not. My life is boring anyways." He yawned out of tiredness, but he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep. He tucked the invitation into his pocket, he casually began to pack, and it was only half way through when his tired mind finally clicked.
"Holy ****, I'm actually going to do something for once!"
Thanks! :3
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Sasha Kasheyev
Your character's age:
26
Your character's skill:
Sasha is a skilled navigator and helmsman. When she was twenty-four, she managed to navigate a large ship safely through a violent storm, while losing little to no items, and having the only death being a drunk who walked out onto the deck, slipped on water, and stumbled overboard.
Besides her navigating skills, she also knows the trade of tailoring, allowing her to repair and create clothing for crew members, as well as repairing sails on ships. As for combat skills, Sasha carries two rapiers, which she has been using since becoming a free-lance navigator.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
(( Imagine an older-fasioned version of this girl.))
Sasha
Sasha is 5'7", and weighs about 132 lbs. She has a slightly tanned skin, and dark crimson eyes, that always sparkle when she is excited. (( Albino. Red eyes are really possible for all those who don't know.)) Her face is slightly rounded, and she is almost always seen sporting a grin. She wears a small silver, chain-link necklace, and has many piercings dotting her ears. Her hair is a strawberry-blonde color, and is usually down to her her mid-back, and topped with a navy blue bandana. She usually wears a white, short sleeved shirt, which only covers her upper torso, and is tied off in the back, accessorized with long, black, fingerless gloves reaching all the way up to her sleeves. She also wears a short, navy blue skirt that is held on by a brown belt with a silver square buckle. Her two swords hand on either side of her belt, one in a green sheath, the other in a black. To finish it off, she wears white leggings under long, black boots, which reach her knees.
Autobiography of your character:
Sasha was born in a small fishing town, on an island out in the middle of the ocean. When she was born, her mother sadly died, so she was raised by her father, who was, of course, a fisherman. Since she was little, she has loved the ocean, and always got to go on fishing trips with her father, since she had nowhere else to stay. By the time she was ten, she was being taught how to fish, and was even learning all about maps. She got her very own fishing rod, and had many of the locals helping her learn fishing every day. However, she wasn't very interested- She wanted to be behind the ships helm, charting it's path... Anything that let her control where the ship goes. She told her father this many times, but he told her he didn't know how, and didn't want her going without him to learn at that age. When she turned fifteen, however, this changed.
For Sasha's fifteenth birthday, her father brought one of his friends to their home. He introduced himself as the navigator of a ship called "The Oriol", and that she would be leaving with him to learn how to navigate a ship. Sasha was reluctant to leave without her father at first, but, finally decided to go with. Saying her final goodbye's to her father, she left with the man, and would never again return to her home island. Sasha trained with the Oriol's navigator for seven years, and eventually took over for him when he became to old to handle it himself. By this time, however, the Oriol had become a kind of cruise ship, promising civilians "exploration of the vast seas." However, all it really was was a five day loop around an island. After about a year of this, Sasha left the Oriol's crew, and labeled herself as a freelance navigator, working for anybody who payed the right amount. For two years she did this, working for fisherman, traveling groups, etc. Then, eight months after her twenty-fourth birthday, was when she finally was able to prove her worth as a navigator.
One year and six months ago, Sasha was payed to navigate the ship named "The Seeker" to an unmarked island, where there was great promise for treasure. Sasha agreed to this along the terms that she get 1/6th share of the total treasure. The captain was reluctant, but agreed. They left five days later, after Sasha showed the captain the course she had planned for them. The voyage was going along fine, until a violent storm appeared, as if from nowhere. Sasha ran for the top deck with the captain, and took over on the helm. She worked with the captain to get the crew where they needed to be, and managed to survive the storm, which lasted eight hours. However, right before the storm passed, a crew member who had a bit too much alcohol, wandered out on the deck, and slipped on water, falling overboard. Even though it wasn't her fault, Sasha still feels bad about his death. Even though they never did get their treasure, the crew made sure Sasha's skills were known to all of Port Golden, which is where Sasha has been staying since she returned from that voyage.
Why do you want to join this RP:
Two reasons. One. It's nautical RP, which I've always found really interesting. Two. I think you're a great RP-er, Grandtree, and I really want to see what it's like when you are in full control of an RP. BUT WAIT! There's a THIRD reason! It's because I LOVE pancakes, and want to know what the good ole W 'n' W is!
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
Sasha sat at a stool in the local tavern, talking to the captain of the most recent crew she had been on. She drank the last bit of her pint, and slammed it down on the counter. "So... About my pay..." She said to the captain, staring at him. "Oh, well, of course! I added a little extra, too! I was glad that we could have you on our crew, Ms. Kasheyev!" Sasha smiled, and opened the pouch, counting the money inside. "It was a pleasure, sir." She stood up to leave, but found a man standing behind her with a letter. "Hm? What's this?" The man simply said "A letter. For you. From Mr. Grandtree." He handed her the letter, and left, without another word. "What an odd little man..." Sasha pulled out her dagger, and cut the string around the letter. "Dear sir or madam. You are hereby..." She muttered to herself as she read the letter. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a grin spread across her face. "Treasure, you say? Seems good enough! I'll be at the docks then, Mr. Grandtree!" She yelled out loud, and staggered out of the bar, slightly drunk. "I finally get a chance to redeem myself. Well, better get packing!" She said, heading for home.
(( Oh, and, don't worry, Grandtree. I'll be frequent with posting. I graduate on Friday, so, nothing to keep me from posting! Yay!))
~DED
[Edit: Updated the members list. Yes, you all are official now!]
~DED