What does your character look like, I should get a vivid mental image:
He looks like a knight in the medieval time with a helmet and armor. He has traces of black and red all over his body.
Autobiography of your character:
Boy in the backwater town of Regenal, Echo loved his life. Sure it wasn't the most local town in the country but it was known for technology. All the computers in the city were shipped from Regenal. One day everything was nice and peaceful until a gang of pirates raided the whole town. His parents were killed in the process, and he was only 8. He managed to escape from the town before the pirates set fire to it. Now he has trained in a special place in the city, and he will protect any backwater town from pirates. But he will not wait for then to come, no he will find them and they'll wish they never have messed with his town.
Why do you want to join this RP:
I really like to RP, and this one seems to be really intelligent and well planned out.
Post an example of your skill at RPing by stating your character's reaction upon receiving the invitation:
He will finally be happy to maybe have a family of friends, And he will help anyway he can because that's the only people he has.
[This is not a server, and I apologise for any misunderstandings. A moderator mistakingly took this out of the Fan Art section. You may still apply of course, but understand there is no server to go with these words.]
(( Redstone: This takes place is medieval times. There is no such thing as African - Americans. Your character's appereance needs a lot of work. He made his own clothes? Alright, but explain how it looks. He loves to read but he can't read? What? That makes no sense. Your character's reaction to the invitation needs a lot of work aswell. It needs to be more detailed and believable. No one runs around stealing from people for fun. I mean, it can be done, but not as easily and as inconsequential as you make it seem.
Nichon: Again, it takes place in medieval times. There are no computers. Your character's apereance needs A LOT of work. The town was known for technology? I think it would make more sense if you said it was known for inventions and famous inventors, because like I've said a million times, it's medieval times. And again, your character's reaction is far from acceptable. It needs a lot of work.
I'm no mod for the RP, I'm just letting you both know your character's need a lot of work before they can be accepted. And like Grandtree said, this isn't a server. It was moved here by accident. ))
[Alright, we have hit our first slow down. No big deal, the hardware outage was mostly to blame I assume. Anyway, all the food has arrived so please have your characters begin eating and chatting. We will eat, have dessert, then go home and play out the day and start Sunday, where this RP really begins! I am anxious, how about you all? Hopefully we will get moved back to Fan Art soon...]
[Smaller post, but... I've forgotten a little of what happened before this due to the break, and somebody needs to get it going. xD]
Sasha sighed, and looked at the food in front of her.Not really knowing what to try first, she picked up a crab leg and took a bite, causing her to go back to her more childish personality. "Oh my gosh! This is so freaking delicious!!!! I need to remember to get more of this before we leave!" She happily chewed her food, and looked around to see what everyone else thought of their meals.
"Freaking delicious..." he chuckled. She was such a child. Killed a man, yet still a child, and those eyes... What a combo, unique, one of a kind, no doubt of it. "Glad you like it, I will get you as much as you want."
[Of course :3 Gotta keep this thread at the top of the list, so it's noticed and moved back to it's right place sooner! xD]
Sasha giggled, and turned to Scott, smiling. "Thank you~!" She simply replied, in a sing songy tune. 'I wonder if he still trusts me... I can't wait to get him alone so I can explain the incident...' She thought to herself as she began eating another crab leg.
[Also, If you haven't already, you should probably send a PM to all the members of the RP, informing them that the thread was moved here... That may be the reason there hasn't been a lot of posting... People could just be searching for it in the fan art section, having never Favorited it. Just a suggestion, of course. ]
"Oh," Joseph mumbled. "Thats some good food."
The fugu was delicate and tasty, and all he wanted in a meal. Smiling slightly and savoring the meal, it took every bit of his will to not scarf it down as quick as he could.
" Here it is. The Golden Wing. What a piece of.. " Nathan muttered to himself as he opened the doors to the restaurant, the sound of chatter making the last few words of his sentence inaudiable. The restaurant was rather packed with mostly rich people, all of which gave Nathan bad looks, some even pulling their purses closer, as if Nathan was stupid enough to steal them.. as if he needed to. He took a few steps into the restaurant and was immidiately pushed back by two of the guards. " No weapons allowed. " one said, reaching for Nathan's sword. Out of pure instict, Nathan grabbed the guard's arm and pulled him closer, headbutting him. The guard fell to the ground in a sitting position, grabbing his now broken nose. The other reacted by pulling out his sword and taking a defensive stance. Nathan stared at him with a blank face expression, as if to say he wasn't frightened, he didn't care. " Oh come on. Put that away, enough games. Where's Grandtree? " Nathan asked in a rather calm manner, almost as if he really thought the guard was joking. " Sir, I will only ask you to leave once! " the guard ordered, making his intentions clear, he wasn't joking. Nathan laughed, mostly to himself, and continued to stare at the guard with his arms crossed. " Come on.. Just let me pass. " he said, continuing to purposely try to annoy the guard.
(( Maybe someone can noticed it from across the room and intervene? I figured fighting was unacceptable, waiting takes too long, and having them just let Nathan in would be unlikely since Nathan is armed to the teeth and refuses to leave his weapons behind. ))
[hdhajdjusu Its about bloody time I refind this RP. Pardon my absence.]
Ulrich returned from the kitchens, smiling widely.
"Well, friends, dessert is ready when you are."
A loud commotion in the lobby tore Ulrich from his group. He quickly walked to the lobby to see a young man accosted by two of Ulrich's bouncers.
"Come on, let me see Grandtree..."
Ulrich froze. Another invitation? He looked closer at this newcomer. Dirty clothes, shifty eyes, the works. The boy was a thief.
Ulrich said loudly, "Stand down, Raymond!"
The guard who was standing up with his sword out turned increduously to Ulrich, "Sir, he headbutted Nicholas. He needs to leave!"
Ulrich replied, "His request makes him important to me," he glanced at the other guard, who was holding his profusely bleeding nose, "Of course, he will have to pay reparations."
Ulrich looked at the boy, "Come with me, sir......?"
He waited for the boy's name.
"Dessert? That was quick, I'm hardly done..." Scott trailed off hearing a man behind him hit the floor hard. He turned around in time to hear his name. "Another assassin? When will they learn..." he sighed standing up. Two of his guards came out of hiding and began approaching, both being disguised as customers next to him. Assassination attempts were not too rare for him, many a man lusted his money and hated his father and his business. Scott waved a hand to motion them back and only intervene if the worst came. He came behind the man and drew a dagger to his neck and a cutlass to his back. "I am trying to have a nice meal, can't you bastards have a little respect. Now, who sent you this time? It was that piece of **** Vesron wudn't it?" he inquired with a raspy growling tone. One of his guards stood beside the man, holding his hand on his sword's hilt if unsheathing it was needed. "For the record, you are the worst assassin yet. Quiet it down next time."
[I will be going to work now, so see you all in about 6 hours.]
[Hey! Darn you Stingray you edited your post after I posted this... Look, a crazed violent man tries to get in and you just say okay? How do you know he has an invitation anyway? I personally say you go back to your old post. Not out of bias, but my post was done while you edited and yours is missing a few details and a little logic. Not to step on any toes, but how about we just go with mine? Is that alright with you? Perhaps you could be looking at him and saying that while I brought blades to his skin? A kind of combination so everyone is happy. How does that sound?]
(( I take it I should go by Grandtrees' post..? ))
Nathan felt the sharpened blades push against his skin. Being caught off guard, his heart skipped a beat and his body temperature seemed to drop for just a second. He closed his eyes and readied himself for a fight just as the man spoke. Nathan smiled. He recognized the voice. " No. The devil sent me. " Nathan joked, trying to sound as serious as possible. Not being able to keep a straight face for too long, he laughed - " And If I were an assassin you'd be having a talk with my employer. " Nathan added. " I've got one of your invitations. "
(( Sorry for the bad posts. I woke up a 4am to run and my bones are hurting, I'm really tired and sleepy eventhough I just woke up. ))
[A combo would work. I figured he had an invitation when he yelled out, "Come on, let me see Grandtree" but oh well. We'll play it as it goes.]
Ulrich tutted, "Was it really necessary to injure my guard, though? You understand that you will have to pay medical expences, and compensate if Nicholas here deems it necessary."
In reality, Ulrich was not particularly upset. The boy had spunk, not normally found in this spineless town. Ulrich looked closer at the boy's clothes. Rather, the bulges underneath his shirt and jacket. Weapons, most likely.
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"I thought the devil gave up years ago..." he said, mustering up a laugh. "Next time, try asking nicely. If a lay weren't present, I would have slit your throat without a single shred of remorse. Thank Sasha for your life." He brought his cutlass down and cut off his belt, letting the sword fallto the ground where one of his guards picked it up and slipped it into his coat. He brought back his blades and sheathed them. "You have lost your weapon privileges for now. I will buy you a new belt later." Scott wrapped an arm around the man's shoulders and tossed ten coins to Nicholas. "That more than covers it. Man up." Scott had no fear of the wild man now, with his two highly trained and trusted guards by his side, and led the man to the last empty seat at their large table. "Food and drink are free, siddahell down and be a good boy," he said condescindingly. He hated uncivilized behavior. Being civilized took just as much time and effort and not doing so just showed ignorance and a weak mind. He wrapped his arm back around Sasha as more of a habit than a thought. He soon realized his blunder but left it there. So what if she killed a man... a captain. Kind of gives her eyes character really... Sides, there is no room for that waiter over here now.
[Excuse any errors... I lose patience when I have to redo things... Twice. Time to break some bottles!]