[Ocular albinism eh. Well, I have heard of having the skin and not the eyes, but never vice versa. Well, maybe that shoulda been said first LOL.
Anyway, I suppose we will start RPing when we get two or more people, sound good by everyone? PM me how many more people you think we need so I can take a little poll. We are a democracy, even if I own your souls.]
Your character's age:
Your character's skill:
This would be a Medical practitioner. Raised by her father in a large island North of Port Golden, Lily is an exceptional doctor. Using her 'advanced' means of treatment, she believes she can heal or fix anyone that crosses her path.
Far as fighting skills, she spends what little extra time she has left practicing with her daggers.
What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
She has olive colored skin, which is only en- chanced by her light tan. She prides herself on her aqua blue eyes, which fit perfectly with her slightly rounded face. She also has a small pointy noise. Two white feathers are pierced into her earlobes. As for her other accessories, she has two round metal bracelets on her left arm, and a bigger one on her left thigh. There’s a satchel at her side, and a bland gold necklace that usually hangs out of her shirt. She is a brunette. Her hair hangs at about mid back. She wears a white, short sleeved shirt edged with blue along the sides. She also wears a white skirt that hangs at the middle of her thighs. Wrapped around the top of her skirt is the same design on her bracelets. Her two daggers loosely hang in dark brown sheaths. Autobiography of your character:
Lily was born on a large island, in an unnamed town. Her mother died during berth, leaving her father to raise her. He returned to work, sad and depressed. Her father was a doctor himself, a rich and prestigious one. With all his money, he could've hired a nanny, but he didn't. He wasn't about to leave his sweet, innocent daughter alone with some stranger. So she went to work with him. Her dad didn't want her to be exposed to such things at her age, which was about ten. So she just sat outside, reading about the many ancient and 'modern' cures out of her dads’ book, editing it as she went. She simply did this for fun, but little did she know how much potential was behind her silly little changes.
A few years later, she started assisting her dad. That in which, only expanded her knowledge further. Everyday she had something new to add to the book. It went on like that, for quite a while actually. But one day, one special day, it all changed. A man walked in, not just any man, but one of the fairest of nobles on the island. There was a girl in his arms, and his posse was following right behind him. He explained everything. That the girl was his daughter, that they had been traveling, and what her symptoms were. She was hurling every constantly, getting it all over the floor. In a bit of a panic, Lily flipped through her book searching for something, anything that might help or work.
And there she found it. Sprinting to the herbs cabinet, throwing Long story short, she saved the little girl. The word of Lily’s great accomplishment quickly spread over the land, and apparently, over seas. Nobles from all over the island came to her seeking medical treatment. But it was too much for her. She couldn’t handle the stress. So she fled during the night, to Port Golden more specifically, leaving her father to handle them by himself.
Why do you want to join this RP: I've participated in quite a few RPs, but out of everyone I've rped with, you are the most fun. Like Pancakes. Also not to mention how flawless your writing is. I really could go on all day, but I'm not going too! Unless you tell me 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:
Lily sat on her bed, staring out the Inns window. Oh how she was enjoying herself. She had just finished one of the best naps of her life, and was in no hurry to get out of bed. But to her disappointment, someone was knocking on the door. Sighing, she slid out of bed, quickly pulling the door open. "Yes?" she said, trying to muster a polite tone. "Uhh... Are you by chance, Ms.Veteto? The man in the lobby said she was staying here..."-
(Oh, I noticed a few spelling errors, but probably not all of them. I guess that's where I lack... Sorry for making you wait, just wanting it to be perfect!)
What does “good ole W ‘n’ W” mean? Does it have something to do with pancakes?
Name: Aran Kydil
Skill: Aran’s weapon of choice is a short sword. He isn’t the best swordsman ever, but he is far from being the worst. Aran is confident in his lock picking abilities and can hide very well when he wants to. However, he doesn’t like to stay in one place for long, and as a result, he hardly ever hides. (When he does, he often leaves his hiding place a little too early.) Aran is very fast. He can outrun and evade almost anyone if he is determined to get away from them.
Appearance: Aran wears a plain, brown tunic, tan coloured pants, simple brown boots and a light, black cloak. He is a little thin and is a little short for his age. Aran’s eyes are green; his hair is black and long enough to cover about half of his neck. He seems to be unable to grow a moustache or a beard. Aran’s arms are not very muscular, as he is not a very strong man. He will most likely lose if he has to fight someone. As a result, he prefers to flee from fights. His forehead has a small scar on it, but he keeps it hidden with his hair.
Biography: Aran was the youngest son of a farmer. His father tried day after day to teach him how to farm, but Aran didn’t possess the patience to learn. Whenever his father rambled on about farming or other topics Aran had no interest in, Aran would sneak away, and explore the area around the farm. His father always got angry at him whenever he did this. One day, on Aran’s seventeenth birthday, Aran’s father was trying once again to teach him how to farm. Aran began to slip away, but his father grabbed his son’s arm before he managed to escape. “Aran.” Aran’s father had said. “You don’t have any interest in farming, do you?” He asked. Aran had been quiet for a moment. He didn’t want to hurt his dad’s feelings. He looked up, and looked in his father’s face. He saw that he only wanted the truth. Aran said that he did not. “Then what are you interested in?” His father had asked. Aran hadn’t been sure how to reply. He hadn’t known what interested him. He was always rushing from one place to another, eager to see one place, leave it behind, and then head towards some other place. He had thought for a moment. Aran told his father that he wanted to explore. Aran’s father nodded. “Follow me, son.” His father began walking towards the storage room. Aran had never been in the storage room once in his life. Then his father unlocked the door to the room, entered, and exited after grabbing something. He then locked the door. His father handed him something. “You are just like me, when I was your age.” His father had said. “You want to roam free, you want to do as you please, and you want to see the world.” He had pointed to the storage room. “In there is something that will save your life. The world is a dangerous place, and I want you to have it.” He then tested the door to make sure it would not open easily. “But first you must get to it. Those lockpicks I gave you just now, they will help you get to what’s in there. They will also help you when you need them.” Here his father had sighed. “But they will also harm you if you use them incorrectly, as will what is in that room. Do not use them unless you absolutely need to.” His father had been silent for a few minutes. “Farewell, my son.” Then he left, returning to his work as a farmer. Aran looked at the lockpicks in his hand. He had no idea how to use them. He shrugged. He began trying to pick the lock. After a few hours of trying to unlock the door, he heard a clicking sound. He stepped back, and then tried to open the door. It opened. For the first and likely the last time in his life, Aran entered the storage room. He looked around for the thing that his father said would inevitably save his life. At the back of the room, covered with dust and cobwebs, was a short sword in a sheath. Aran blew the dust away, grabbed it and walked outside. He drew it from its sheath, intending to look at it before the day ended. The steel blade shined beautifully in the evening light, and Aran was certain that his father would want to keep the sword. Aran searched for his father for a few hours, but he couldn’t find him. Night was just beginning when Aran started walking back towards his home. He found his father in the doorway. Aran told his father that he couldn’t find what would save his life. His father replied that he did. Aran began asking questions. Questions his father did not want to answer. His father told him to go to his bed, for it would be the last time he would sleep in it for a long time. Maybe he never would sleep in his bed ever again. When morning arrived, Aran’s family said goodbye to Aran, and his father made sure that he took both the sword and the lockpicks with him. Saying farewell to his family, he walked away. After walking for a few minutes, he turned around to get one last look at his home. After waving one last time to his family, he turned around again and continued walking away. He has been wandering ever since, occasionally stealing food or money when he needs to.
Why do I want to join? : Most of the other RPs I’m in have gotten boring for me, probably because my characters are pretty similar. I want to try a different RP with a completely different character.
Example of RP skills: “Hey! You!” Someone shouted. Aran kept walking down the street, counting the coins in the coin purse that he had just acquired. Someone grabbed Aran’s arm, and forced him to turn around. Aran found a very strong looking man glaring at him. He seems angry... Aran thought. “Give me back what’s mine...” The man growled. “What are you talking about? I’m no thief. I wouldn’t have anything that belongs to you.” Aran lied. “That! That is mine!!” The man shouted in Aran’s face and pointed to the coin purse. “Yours?” Aran asked. He began trying to think of a way out of this situation. “Not possible. This was given to me by a kind man. You see, I was begging for scraps of food over there,” With his free arm, Aran pointed towards the buildings that he had just walked past. “When someone walked over and handed this to me. Ah, there he is now.” Aran nodded towards a man he had never seen before in his life. The man looked like a nobleman, judging by what he was wearing. Pulling free from the enraged man’s grip, he walked over to the other man. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you for the money you gave me before.” Aran said. “So, thanks.” He smiled and hugged the man. “Um... Your welcome?” The man said. He was obviously confused, and some people were watching. “You can repay me for whatever it was I gave you by letting me go. Now.” The man said, trying to get away from Aran. “Of course. But this man here thinks that the money you gave me belongs to him.” Aran said to the man as he began walking away. “Is that true?” Aran asked, but the man hadn’t been listening. The angry person was losing what patience he had left. “Hmm? Oh, Yeah. Let me know if you need anything else.” The man replied, even though he didn’t know what Aran had asked him. “But do me a favour and don’t need anyth—” He said quietly so only Aran could hear him, but the other man punched him in the face before he could finish his sentence. “So you are the thief! I was certain it was him, but it was you!” The angry man continued yelling at the other man. Aran walked a few feet away from them. He turned around to see them yelling at each other, but Aran wasn’t listening to what they were saying. “Hey!” He shouted. “What!?” They both yelled. “Thanks again.” Aran smiled, and showed them that he had not one, but two coin purses in his hands. He bolted through the crowd that had gathered, running towards the docks. The two people began chasing him after a moment, shouting and cursing, in a vain effort to get him to stop running. Aran had a good head start, but the crowds of people were getting in his way. He looked around for a place to hide. Eventually, he noticed an empty crate near a boat He hurried towards it, doubting he would be able to find another hiding place before the two people found him. Aran jumped in the crate and closed the lid just to be safe. He thought he felt the crate being lifted and placed somewhere, but when he tried to get out of the crate, he found that he couldn’t open the lid.
((If there are no NPCs on the boat, then the crate was already on the boat and Aran managed to get stuck.))
Skills: Predominantly fisticuffs, but Ludwig is also a general heavy lifter. A brawny kind of bloke. Despite the fact that he often fights with a sword, he isn't too sharp.
Description: Although he doesn't stand much taller than a few centimeters above most men, Ludwig's heavy, muscular build means he looms over most people. If you looked at his silhouette straight on you would barely recognise Ludwig's neck between his head and his body. Ludwig keeps his hair shaven closely enough to see the outline of the widow's peak on top of his head but most of the time covers it with a broad-brimmed riveted metal helmet over a chain-mail coif. His expeditionary suit consists of a pair of brown, patchy trousers held up by a thick leather belt with a sheathed ******* sword attached, tough leather boots and a chain-mail vest over a dull green tunic. When he is boxing he wears rope coils around his fists and arms, but other times he wears leather gloves. Ludwig has a small mouth that makes his bulbous nose look fairly large when, in proportion to the rest of his face, is rather standard. He has high cheekbones and a set of small green eyes that can make him look often too stern to show compassion when he wants to, which has always been a problem for him. Ludwig's complexion is mostly pale, but red and beaten on and around his nose.
Autobiography: Ever since he was a boy, it had been Ludwig's dream to be the strongest fighter in the world. Ludwig was born into a family that owned a tavern nearby a tournament ground so warriors were his role models during his childhood. When he was ten he got the opportunity to be a squire to an honourable knight from a nearby county. During this time he learned all he could from his master knight and, in the process, demonstrated talent in boxing. Wherever they traveled Ludwig would beat the snot out of any other boy foolish enough to get into a fight with him, which was often as he was seen as a simpleton by many. He knew that he wasn't smart, but made up for it with constant training.
When Ludwig turned 19 Ludwig knew he could not stay with his master knight for much longer. The knight was growing old and was not as active as he used to be. As the knight had treated Ludwig like his grandson he understood this and supplied Ludwig to travel to a port to sail to another kingdom for more opportunities and challenges. The agreement he made with the captain of the ship was that, along with the fare he paid, Ludwig would pull his weight on the ship by helping the crew in their duties. Noticing his tremendous strength the crew put Ludwig to good use, rowing and rigging as strong as three men combined. When they arrived at the final port, the grand city of Port Golden, Ludwig saw off the crew he had traveled with and looked for work. Unfortunately for him the city and the kingdom was a peaceful one and the best job he could find for his skills was a bouncer at the local brothel called "the good ole W 'n' W". The pay was good and he respected the women working there, never purchasing their services. His success in this job soon earned him a tough reputation and the title of "boulder", but after a few years in the job he started to grow bored. That is until a small scroll of paper was slipped under the door of his town-house.
Why I want to join this RP: I know your a decent RPer, Grandtree, and it looks like you got just about everything sorted for a decent, fun role play. Nothing would please me more at the moment to be part of it.
Character's reaction upon receiving the invitation: Ludwig was sitting and staring at the scroll on his hands, a small smile formed across his face as he read the intricate text. The smile turned into a grin as he finished reading and got up from his seat. Finally! he thought This is what I've been waiting for for a long time now; adventure! Challenge! Finally a break from defending whores!
He was elated as he strode confidently to his cupboard to pack up his gear into a sack that he effortlessly slung over his shoulder, the leather of his gloves creaking as he clutched the strap that looped down the bag's length. It had been so long since he had sailed and, to be honest, he missed it, he didn't realise it until now but he really missed sailing, even if he had only been on one voyage in his life. After sorting out his contract with the pimp at the brothel and saying goodbye to his friends, some of which tried in vain to tell him that it was probably a trick, he took long strides to the docks, a smile on his face and the familiar smell of fish up his nostrils.
(( I'd love a chance to join, but I have to go right now. I'll be traveling all day and I won't get a chance to make a character application. I know you probably won't allow anyone else after the ships left for the treasures and what not, hah, and I won't ask you to wait a whole day for me, but I'm hoping maybe I'll still get a chance to somehow join in later. If not, then.. sadface. Anyway, just letting you know I might be interested in this, and wouldn't mind you holding a spot for me, even if that just contradicted what I said earlier. I have to go, bye! ))
@AnnaFanna: A few minor spelling mistakes, but I am sure you were just tired. I will wait for you to finish though.
@Deavon: Accepted. I suppose you will be two days ahead of us for a while, and therefore unable to RP much until the ship takes off. No matter though, there is very little you are missing in the grand scheme of things. This RP will be going on for a long time, which is why I am making sure we get a good amount of great, active RPers.
@Muttonhawk: Accepted. I am almost insulted by the use of "decent" in describing my RP and myself, but no matter. Perhaps you just don't get as excited as others do. You are accepted, and I think you character is a great one to have with us in the RP.
Everyone read this!
[We will wait for Hugs application, but the RP will start now. Today is Friday, so you can pack supplies, purchase anything you might need, or find Grandtree and work out what you will need to have. This will mainly be the cook and the doctor, both of which need more specifics on the trip, and, in the cooks case, money to buy a lot of food. On the back of the invitation he included his home address for these characters; Lily, Ulrich, William, Sasha. They were instructed to each come see him at different times of the day, each arrival three hours between the next and starting at noon with Lily, then at 3:00 with Ulrich, then at 6:00 with William, then at 9:00 with Sasha. So basically, I will RP with all four of you at once if you desire, but not all in the house with me at once.]
[Now, I will take the liberty of starting the RP.]
Scott looked down at his watch impatiently. He wished they were already on the boat, sailing away. "Where is my rum." he called out from his big, fluffy, zebra love seat. He had killed the zebras whose skins now upholstered the seat himself, and had a sentimental attachment to it. He had a lot of good times on this seat. Soon, a butler walked in with a bottle of rum and two small glasses on a silver tray. "Why two?" he asked, pouring his glass quickly, downing it, then refilling his cup and replacing the bottle.
"Because your guest will be here soon." said Fredrick the butler.
"Oh, which one is that Freddy," said Scott, watching as Fredrick placed the tray on the black and white marble table. He resisted the urge to drain the bottle, for he preferred to be poised, not poisoned, when he had company.
"The Doctor whom you referred to as 'delicious'," Frederick said without emotion as he proceeded out of the room.
"Hold up Freddy, if that's the case, take out this rum and bring in my finest... White. Yea, she looked like a white wine girl. Hell, get them both up here just in case," he said, looking at the rum with disdain. He had only been drinking it recently to get into the island mood. Frederick nodded and returned with another tray with two crystal glasses and two bottles, all balanced elegantly on one hand. He placed the tray and picked up the other, and left the room without a word. Scott looked up at his clock. [Clocks exist here because they exist in MineCraft. We are still in medieval pirating days, but MineCraftized.] It was a little before noon. Scott let out a sigh and lay deeper into the chair. He tried remembering which doctor Fredrick had spoken of, but came at a loss. He commented on women's looks all the time. In fact, he had purposely chosen beautiful women over men with better skills to be in his crew. Life without women at sea for him would be too boring. That's when the image of the doctor popped into his head, and she was quite delicious. He downed his rum and tossed the glass to the ground, shattering it, and walked to the bathroom. A maid quickly came in and cleaned it without saying a word to him. Scott straightened his coat and made sure his hair was perfect. He spritzed a bit of cologne and made sure he was all set. "Looking good." he joked, smirking into the mirror. He walked back out, down the hall, and sat on the love seat. He knew he had good looks and money, but he wanted to believe women also liked his personality. In fact, the thought plagued him often. He lay awake at nights, a woman whose name he had already forgotten, if he had ever learned it, breathing softly beside him, staring at the ceiling, wondering what this woman thought of him truly. Wondering what whats-her-name would think of him if he were poor and not quite as handsome. Would she still lay in bed with him? He shook off heavy thoughts and tried to remain chipper and positive for his guest. He wanted to hit things off right, for he did not want to be alone at sea.
(( Not wait for me? D: Unfortunately, my idiot brother clicked away the page where I was writing the app, so I'll have to start all over again. I'll edit this sooner or later for the app, but I got a really important project going on. ))
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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.”
Joseph grinned. He was packing the final things he needed for the trip. His chisel, his magnifying glass, and all the other miscellaneous tools he might need for the job. He never felt more satisfied with himself. However, he wanted to do one last thing before he left. Something to grant him good luck. He looked around his shop, looking for the 'lucky charm' he had made for someone, but that someone never came to come pick it up.
At last, he found it. It was a glorious golden ring, with a basic round design, and an emerald clover etched into it. He slipped it on his finger - it fit perfectly. He grinned, took all his spare minerals and jewels out of his shop and slipped them into the locked chest in his room upstairs. He ran back down, exited the door, threw a 'Closed' sign over it, locked it, and ran his way towards the docks.
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Kiley had braced herself. She didn't need supplies, as she knew the captain or other shipmates would share if she did need anything. Bringing along a simple backpack of packaged food for a month or so, she also loaded in her scimitar. A few other trinkets such as a compass, rags, and bandages were brought too. She had several knick knacks for the trip, and hoisted it onto her spine. She set off, a grand smile accompanying her.
William thought about what he would need for the trip. He thought he wouldn't need much, so he just took one of his lucky hammers and a few cakes. He headed towards the docks, not ever purposely trying to get on the ship of the Lunario, but he had a very strange feeling he would. As he walked, the salty sea air began to invade his nostrils. Maybe I should have packed a few more things before I left... William said as the golden letters of the 'Lunario' were in his vision. He walked up to the wooden walkway of the ship noting every little detail on the ship, from how big the mast was to how centered the L was on the wood. A man was standing there, most likely one of Grandtree's servants. "I've come here for great riches and such... I think... Can I speak to Mr. Grandtree?"
The servant replied, "Let me see your letter, sir." He inspected the letter carefully. "It seems to be in order. ((I'm not sure how he should go on with this, so can Grandtree do the servant's reply?
[That post is almost all incorrect sadly. Pay attention to what has been said. Sunday is when the Lunario leaves, today is Friday. I will describe the Lunario, not to mention the fact it will not dock until Sunday for a grand unveiling. Also, you are to meet Scott today, at 6:00, after Scott has met with Lily at 12:00, and Ulrich at 3:00. This was also the problem in your application, and I made it clear you needed to work on that. Two strikes buddy. I run a tight ship here (No pun intended) and am not afraid to toss out weak members.]
[No, you are not out. I said you be careful, because I am not afraid to throw you out if the problem persists. Fix your post and continue on, but be careful to read before posting from now on. I put big red letters telling everyone to read what I posted... Not much more I can do.]
((Ech, I thought it was Sunday too. Doesn't really effect my post, just ignore the 'too the docks! part. Or, I could put this to my advantage...))
Joseph stumbled to the docks, scratching his eyes. There was nothing there. Was it a prank? What happened? He ran to a walking passerby, and asked what day it was.
"Friday, why? Are you slow?" He taunted. Joseph rolled his eyes. This man was obnoxious, sure, but he had a point. His insomnia made it hard to keep track of the days. He probably thought it was Sunday just because he was excited for the day.
"Ah, no, I am not. Sorry, thank you for your time."
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[Amazing how so many people can miss big red letters, maybe I will make a giant sign next time... Anyways, I am stuck until AnnaFanna finishes her application and gets Lily to my house... Ah well, patience is a virtue.]
Ulrich stumbled into his home, walking up a set of wooden stairs to his personal master bedroom. The bed disheveled from Ulrich's late night ventures, he walked past it, almost tripping over himself in the process, and opened a door to his closet. Looking though many clothes, he found his father's old duster that he had managed to steal. It was red, with light grey pinstripes, and large, silver buttons. It reached down almost to his heels, ending in a dark grey border. He found a billowy white shirt, and a black vest to match. His choice of pants was easy. All he had was black. Ulrich took a pair of loose-legged black pants, and set them with his other clothes. These, he set on his desk chair next to his bed. Ulrich flopped down onto his bed, and took another swig of whiskey. Well, this should be fun. He sat up, and went back outside, to his restaurant. He went inside, and he found his best friend, the manager of the eatery. [They were getting ready to open for the day.] Ulrich sidled up to his friend, Eli, and said, "I'll be leaving Sunday, early in the mornin'. I need a few days to prepare, so you're in control until I get back." Standing up to leave, Eli turned about and asked, "Wait, wait, WAIT. Where the hell are you going so quickly? The weekend is coming up, you KNOW what that means."
"Well, get Rechter to do the cooking. He's decent enough. Im sure I won't be away longer than a couple weeks," Ulrich said nonchalantly. To be honest, he really didn't care what happened. He had saved enough money to retire early if he wanted to.
Pulling out his invitation, he noticed an address and time on the back. Southport, third from street.
Glancing at the clock in the main restaurant area, he saw that it was 2:47. He decided to give this Scott Grandtree a visit.
[Can't post until you actually reach his house >.<]
[Oh, I see.]
Walking down the Main road in Port Golden, he had to stop and purchase another bottle of liquor, this time brandy. Uncorking the bottle, he took a large gulp. Satisfied, he walked onto Southport, and, finding the third house from the street, an overly large mansion. Obviously this Grandtree was wealthy, and wasn't afraid to show it off. Ulrich stepped onto the walk to the oak double doors, and knocked, ignoring the brass knocker embedded into the doors.