((You know even obvious stuff like "Deepton tried breaking free" still counts as controlling, sort of, maybe, probably. Even though it doesn't really affect anything, still. I feel like such a critic. :tongue.gif:))
Deepton stood still as he was frozen, which is a given, but only for a few seconds. Deepton quickly set the ice on fire, melting it and leaving him back to normal. Whomever was casting these spells (Shell) was really starting to get on his nerves now.
"Dammit! You are really getting on my nerves!" Shouted Deepton, at Shell. He then did the same thing he did to Marlin, and shot himself forward at her, spinning through the air at 100+ degrees. Celcius. Or at least, planned to, if no-one was able to attack him now. ((*Lets someone RP before attacking Shell*))
((It's not ice, and therefore cannot be melted. That changes the whole story entirely. So, basically, we have to get rid of everything that happened from the point of Deepton breaking himself free. Sorry, but if you do feel like Deepton should be able to escape, I will make it so... in my own way, sort of. Without controlling him, so don't worry. :tongue.gif:))
Deepton flew at Shell only to end up hitting Marlin, directly, knocking the two of them for a loop. Deepton wrenched his shoulder from impacting the heavy armour and ended up on the ground, but he got up quickly. He was now facing Marlin, whom was probably knocked far and burnt.
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
((How about I ran out of energy before someone could kill Deepton, so I'm passed out.))
Shell was freezing him as long as she could, but no one could kill Deepton. This was it. She failed. She put her life in everyone else's hands, and they let her down. Shell held him frozen for as long as she could, but she ran out of energy. Shell fell on the floor, unconscious, and everyone lost their golden chance to defeat Deepton, and now, Shell, the one that was trying so hard, was vulnerable to death. She just lay there, unconscious, waiting for something to happen-good or bad.
((You don't really know what a Zayce is, do you? No one knows that they are a separate class. They are regular people and mostly good! And no one knows they exist, most of them think even themselves are regular people.))
((@uglidollal, NO. DENIED. Your grammar and spelling is atrocious, plus your bio, and the character in general, is crap.))
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
skills: 82594 has the ability to scan the movement of an enemy in combat and predict the best way to counter an attack
Appearance: made almost entirely of silver metal, much of the surface of this robot is made up of buttons and gauges. it has one rectangular visor in place of eyes.
Bio: Unit 82594 is a robot that was sent back in time 64 thousand years from a Utopian futuristic world to gather information on how civilization was born. This machine was designed to endure the hardships of the past. Therefore, it has extremely fast reaction times. It also always looks for the least risky way out of a situation.
((Ow, I hurt my head from /facedesking so hard. Denied.))
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Marlin got up from the ground winded and coughing, sheer adrenaline was keeping him going. Shell had now completely lost consciousness and Deepton had gotten up and was ready as ever. Where does he get his energy from? Marlin wondered, I wish I knew some magic. Marlin paced around Deepton with his sword in both hands beside him, he wasn't going to give up yet but he wasn't going to become one of the charred soldiers that surrounded him, whom had rushed blindly into their deaths. I need to distract him... cause him to make a mistake... Marlin thought, hopefully Drake and James could rejoin the fray soon.
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The moral of these stories? Play God, and there is a 100% chance you will be mauled to death by leopard men.
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
((Wish granted, I guess.))
{James}
James put down the bow he found since he could now actually reach Deepton, since the Johnny Cash's ring of fire was now out. He ran over to Marlin.
"Ready to continue the fight?"
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
((DarkJames, a few things before I let Jum sic you with repetitive face-desking; Your appearance ain't bad but we need to know what that 'distinctive look' comes across as, as well as a few details about his physique, does he loom over people? Or is he a scrawny bloke? Hell, he might have a beer gut for all I care. Also, your biography isn't supposed to simply describe your character's personality but to tell a story (normally a couple of paragraphs long at least) about their life and how they came to run into our group (Some especially juicy facts could include how your character joined this forgotten order of knights and his life with them). About this forgotten order of knights, it won't hurt your chances of acceptance if you elaborate on that in the additional info section. We also need you to proofread and fix a few irky spelling and grammar mistakes in your app (enemie's is meant to be enemy's or enemies', the in built editor spell check CAN help you). If you need more clarity, read the applications of those who've been accepted to understand the standards set. (Final fact, this is not a server and never will be. Find them in the beta servers section). I don't want another thread RP noob running away crying, but the mods often get flooded with bad apps and that makes them bad tempered (no 'fense Jum & Absolete).))
"Get around him, make sure he cant deal with us both at once" Marlin said to James, not taking his eyes off Deepton's "and don't let him hit you".
((Sorry for the tiny amount of action but I don't want to take liberties with time while Deepton sits patiently for us to strike.))
The moral of these stories? Play God, and there is a 100% chance you will be mauled to death by leopard men.
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
((Nice idea, Muttonhawk, although he'd only have one target at a time, I think, and he probably can jump out of things. I'm only vaguely aware of what you're doing, so if it includes saving my character, then thank you.))
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
IGN: dinastultra
age: 16
Other info: Experienced roleplayer, looking for new server to play.
In character:
Name: Mercenary Scar (formerly known as Ilrian Ilmadrin)
Age: Unknown by him (about 450 years)
Species: Half-Elf
Class: Warrior, mercenary.
Skills: "See through other people's eyes." as he likes to refer to his ability to get information out of the others so easily and clearly that even seems that it happened to himself. Basically, easily absorb and comprehend information.
Biography: A peculiar character who suffers from amnesia. The last thing Scar can remember is floating into a blood filled sea, and afterwards being saved by a fisherman. "He's awake! Woman, go get me some water!*Blank*Phew...you certainly are a lucky fellow! What's your name?" "They... they call me Scar.".
Besides being a mercenary, Scar often finds himself tied to his contractor's ideals, not their wallets. Also, he suffers from constant hallucinations, with the haunting memories of his long lost past.
But besides of what he can remember, he was one of the best mercenaries to ever walk on earth. Many people don't know him, and didn't hear a thing about his underworld renown... that is why he is so good.
Additional info: Scar often suffers from hallucinations and a burning pain coming from his scar.
Name; Stalact Daggerheart
Age; 500 (Medium-aged for his species)
Species; Cave-dweller
Class; Warrior
Skills; Swordsmanship, excellent spelunking
Appearance; Looks like a stone man with a brown belt and silver armpads.
Biography; Stalact Orr was a cave-dweller, whose home cavern, many years ago, was found by greedy Outlaws. Knowing how dull Cave-dwellers were, they devised a plan to steal the great diamond that served as his heart. They pretended to be lost, and Stalact decided to help them find their way out of the cave. Along the way, they turned on him and slew him, cutting him open to reveal the gem. However, a kind group of Dwarves found his prostrate body, and took it to the Elves. The princess elf took it upon herself to heal him. She, in the stead of his heart, placed inside of him a shiny Dwarven dagger. Inscribed upon it was a dwarf symbol that meant Courage. As she was doing this, the Dwarves were busy smelting and carving stone to form new body parts for the Cave-Dweller. Carefully they smelted these onto the Stalact's body. Soon, he awoke.
He had little to no memories of his earlier life, and his dull personality had completely changed. He was misfit among the elves, so the Dwarfs adopted him as a brother, giving to him a Dwarven Armband and changing his last name to Daggerheart. Being restless, though, he parted with them.
Today he wanders from world to world, setting up a mine shack wherever he goes. Now, he stumbles on a new world...
Additional info; #!#
Want me to add anything; I know this got denied, but...I KNOW this isn't a server, muttonhawk!
(Final fact, this is not a server and never will be. Find them in the beta servers section).
((This quote was literally two posts above you Dina and Colby. Absolete, if you're reading this then please add these words to the start of the op, we're getting a lot of server apps.))
The moral of these stories? Play God, and there is a 100% chance you will be mauled to death by leopard men.
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
((Eh. I'm not accepting any of those apps. I'm pretty sure as of recently the standard got pretty high, and those apps are more "meh".
Also, sorry guy's for not being on in so long, I had real life problems. And by "real life problems" I mean I played Dragon Age: Origins the entire time.))
James agreed to Marlin's little plan, and ran around to the other side of Deepton, taking a small detour around a house for stealth, I guess.
Meanwhile, Deepton and Marlin where in a sort of stare-off. Deepton noticed James, but couldn't hear what they said. About the time James ran off to flank Deepton, Deepton charged straight at Marlin with a claymore, that Deepton made on fire. ((If you're wondering, this time it's a regular charge, and not that bullet thing he did before.))
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
2/10/2011
Posts:
186
Minecraft:
darkjames
Member Details
Are you still taking members? if so
I want to get in too :biggrin.gif:
Name;
Viltrah Dultrah
Age;
26
Species;
human
Class;
Warrior Knight
Skills;
Melee Skills,Long range skills
Appearance;
He usually wears an old Rusty Iron Armor, with the Icon of the Seven Knights, a forgotten Knight orden on his chest (the logo is a tree),mostly he uses a tunic with a chainarmor on the back. the shield has the icon aswell, and he usually, for battle uses a helm, very distinctive of that abandoned order, his Eyes were changed with Eagle's Eyes
He's a large human, usually tries to look smaller than he is he has a cramped bear, brownish, he usually has a 'i dont care' face, and always elaborates war techniques in an instant
Biography;
*Edited upon MuttonHawk's hint*
At the Age of 9, Vil severly hurted his brother ( 4 years older than Viltrah) after he accidentally burned the family farm,he was an agressive boy, with fear of Vil's anger, the parents abandoned vil on Mortch, a city east of the Narrow sea.
'Mother, Why are we coming here? do we need more cows? Ol' Toar sure has some, why we had to come here, so far?' Vil said, with innocence.
'we need..' started to say Viltrah's mother, Jostherin, his brother interrupted.
'Vil, why dont you go play somewhere else?' said Josth, with a threatening tone.
'Yes, Vil, can you go near that bench there,wait for us, we have business here' said the father, softly, pointing his finger to an old wooden cracked bench, near a tabern's entrance.
'Allright, father!' The boy started running towards the bench. at that moment, viltrah almost asked for his brother to come, but when he saw a few tears come down from his eyes, he decided to continue running.
he was distracted acting as a knight saving a princess from a dragon tower.
'Hah, take that, filthy dragon' said vil as he drawn an imaginary sword 'I Shall save you, Beautiful Princess!' Continued playing Viltrah.
At that moment, the family left, quickly, Vil was so distracted that he havent noticed another boy staring at his playacts, when he turned his look to his family, they were leaving quickly in a cart, he started running towards it.
'Mother, You forgot me!'Screamed Vil as some tears made it way trough the boy's face the mother turned and looked at him, full of tears...they lost themselves in the distance, as Vil ran, and noticed he couldnt get to them...when he cleaned his tears, the anger took him, the boy that was watching him came to say if he was well, the only thing he received was a hard punch, he then walked, hardly, towards south, opposite direction where their family left... when night fell, he stayed outside a big dome, wich had an arched ceiling, wich gave him protection from rain that started falling later that night, an armoured elder man, approached to him...
'What are you doing here, boy? this is no place for kids like you?' asked the elder man surprised.
'I know it isnt...' Vil cried a bit more, and cleaned his tears.
'Come, in the Order we have food and shelter.' said the old man pointing the door of the dome.
'What order?'asked Vil.
'What order? what order?' said the elder man joking. 'The mighty order of the Seven Knights that is!' said surprised.
'Knights?, Then you're a knight! Wow!' Said Vil forgetting his sadness for a moment.
'Yes, yes, enter the order House, we will give you shelter' smiled the elder man
Vil entered quickly and he was given 2 bowls of hot soup, wich he devoured inmediately...
'That was Very tasteful!, Thanks!' Said Vil looking at the cook, who was looking at the door.
The elder man moved a bit closer to Vil in the table, whispering at him.
'He's Deaf, in one of his epic encounters with Monsters, one of them cut his both ears, that's why he wears a big hood' and started laughing...when he stopped, he looked closely at vil and said:
'Would you like to test yourself at the order?' told Vil.
'You are really proposing that?' said Vil, Not believing in what he was hearing.
'Indeed I do, Child' smiled the elder man
'Certainly!' said happilly.
He was given a confortable bed, and the sound of rain made him sleep fast, the next morning he met the elder man in a big yard, next to the bedrooms.
'Good Morning, Child!' Said the elder man smiling.
'Wow, I slept Really well last night!'
'You still want to test yourself?' said the man pointing a heavily armoured man, who was holding a sword.
'Allright!'
He was given a wooden sword and he started attacking a dummy, the elder man and the armoured man were shocked, Vil had such a skill that was unbelievable to see him slice the dummy. The years passed, and the Seven Knights order dissapeared, Viltrah Dultrah was the Seventh General, replacing the Elder man, Named Tholrak Corlai.
((The fictional meeting))
One day, Viltrah was sitting in his cottage, burning wood in the furnace, and rereading his book of Melee Skills, when he heard some noises, he saw a group of people,from different species, armoured, walking south, he went out of the door and approached the fence of the house.
'Greetings' said shortly Vil, standing with the arms in the fence.
'What?' said one of the group members.
'Where are you going with all those weapons?' asked Vil pointing at the quiver of swords each member took, except some members wich had staff, or other items.
'We are going south, to the city of Larthon, to get food and shelter' said one of the group members. Vil looked at the fence, and then looked at south, with the city view at the distance
'I can give you shelter and food for a few nights' Said Vil looking back at the group.
'Alright, by any chance you have wine?' said a blonde warrior.
Vil looked back at his house, and said while looking: 'Yes, I farmed it myself, in fact'
one of the members, who seemed to be the leader, looked at everyone and spoke:
'Thank you for your kindness, we will only stay for a few nights, and continue our journey'
Vil opened the fence door, and let them in, they started observating the confortable cottage of Viltrah, and one of them asked to Vil:
'What is your name, sir?'asked one of the members.
'Viltrah Dultrah, to your service, the Seventh Knight of the Seven Knight Order, long Forgotten now' said Vil Pointing at his Knight armour.
'I heard of that order, it was explicit for the best warriors, its an honour to meet you, Viltrah Dultrah' said one of the members of the group.
'Please, please, Call me Vil' said Viltrah. 'Could you tell me your names?' continued.
'Yes, I'm James, a skilled hunter from the woods north here' said one of the men.
'My name is Herk, I'm a doctor' said a little gnoll who was standing next to James. a women approached to Vil.
'I'm Arinaisia, i lived in the north far lands, now i joined this group to...' James interrupted her by holding her hand, he then looked at a strange looking man.
'Oh yes, I'm Dredge, and I'm a ghoul, That summs it.' he then started looking at old pictures that Vil painted, about war and mitycal creatures.
'Well then, we'll get to meet more after the dinner, Who wants fresh Pig meat?' said Vil looking at the table, and pointing the furnace.
Everyone Cheered and went to sit, there were enough chairs for everyone, so none shaired chair. Dredge started speaking to Vil.
'I see you're a skilled human, Viltrah, You would be a good resource for our quest.' said Dredge as he was devouring the Meat. everyone looked at dredge for an instant, and stared at vil, while they ate the meat aswell.
'What cause, if I may ask?' told Vil after a short moment.
'Deepton, he has made a massive army, and his scientist have come up with a serum cure for creepers...' James softly said.
'Deepton?, Never heard of him.' said nervously.
'so back into the main question, would you like to join?' told dredge insisting.
'No....Yes...Yes, I wouldnt let unexperienced warriors go fight a commander such as Deepton.' said Vil as everyone looked at each other...
'You said you didnt kno...' Herk interrupted James with a hand sign.
'We will go out in the morning, I will explain you our status there.' James said.
End
Additional info;
I'm not new into Roleplaying, but indeed in minecraft, i would like to experience a good one for my first one :biggrin.gif:
I expect a lot of this :smile.gif:
Want me to add anything;
I still dont know the Attitudes of the group dont judge me by my meeting with you guys.
I havent followed the Roleplay, but i hope i catch up :biggrin.gif:
((... When we ask for long and descriptive biographies, we don't ask for an epic ((Not the adjective, an Epic is essentially a really long story)) that takes several hours to read. We ask for a few paragraphs, preferably 3-5 that are of decent length.
Also, what was with the second half of your bio? You essentially just controlled all of our characters, (which is against the rules of the RP) including one not even in our group (Arinaisia? WHO?). Also, you clearly don't know what happened between us or our character's personality's. Or, even there looks, as there is no "blonde-haired warrior" in our group. Actually, I don't think anyone has blonde hair. Unless you are talking about James, whom I remember giving black hair.
Also, your grammar is atrocious. Your app is a clear example of why quality is more important than quantity. In short, denied. You appearently did not read the rules of this RP.))
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I'm always happy just 'cause there isn't a reason to be sad.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Name;EpicCat9.
Age;13.
Species;Angelican.
Class;Beast.
Skills;As beast is good at communicating and controlling Beasts Favorite Beast THE WOLF.
Appearance;Teenage girl black hair (just look at skin).
Biography;Has had a tough life alone found by a family here and has a love of animals
age 13 looks like a rouge or thug but really friendly :smile.gif: please accept.
Additional info;i dont have anything really just that ...
i like being a slave :ohmy.gif:.
Want me to add anything;well if you dont have maybe special bases for classes?
bye.
((It's not ice, and therefore cannot be melted. That changes the whole story entirely. So, basically, we have to get rid of everything that happened from the point of Deepton breaking himself free. Sorry, but if you do feel like Deepton should be able to escape, I will make it so... in my own way, sort of. Without controlling him, so don't worry. :tongue.gif:))
<- Please. ._.
Deepton flew at Shell only to end up hitting Marlin, directly, knocking the two of them for a loop. Deepton wrenched his shoulder from impacting the heavy armour and ended up on the ground, but he got up quickly. He was now facing Marlin, whom was probably knocked far and burnt.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Shell was freezing him as long as she could, but no one could kill Deepton. This was it. She failed. She put her life in everyone else's hands, and they let her down. Shell held him frozen for as long as she could, but she ran out of energy. Shell fell on the floor, unconscious, and everyone lost their golden chance to defeat Deepton, and now, Shell, the one that was trying so hard, was vulnerable to death. She just lay there, unconscious, waiting for something to happen-good or bad.
<- Please. ._.
<- Please. ._.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
player age:16
character age:-64,000 years
Species: Machine
class: swordsman
skills: 82594 has the ability to scan the movement of an enemy in combat and predict the best way to counter an attack
Appearance: made almost entirely of silver metal, much of the surface of this robot is made up of buttons and gauges. it has one rectangular visor in place of eyes.
Bio: Unit 82594 is a robot that was sent back in time 64 thousand years from a Utopian futuristic world to gather information on how civilization was born. This machine was designed to endure the hardships of the past. Therefore, it has extremely fast reaction times. It also always looks for the least risky way out of a situation.
Other info: i am new to roleplaying.
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
{James}
James put down the bow he found since he could now actually reach Deepton, since the
Johnny Cash'sring of fire was now out. He ran over to Marlin."Ready to continue the fight?"
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
"Get around him, make sure he cant deal with us both at once" Marlin said to James, not taking his eyes off Deepton's "and don't let him hit you".
((Sorry for the tiny amount of action but I don't want to take liberties with time while Deepton sits patiently for us to strike.))
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
<- Please. ._.
IGN: dinastultra
age: 16
Other info: Experienced roleplayer, looking for new server to play.
In character:
Name: Mercenary Scar (formerly known as Ilrian Ilmadrin)
Age: Unknown by him (about 450 years)
Species: Half-Elf
Class: Warrior, mercenary.
Skills: "See through other people's eyes." as he likes to refer to his ability to get information out of the others so easily and clearly that even seems that it happened to himself. Basically, easily absorb and comprehend information.
Appearance: http://imageshack.us...692/myskin.png/
Biography: A peculiar character who suffers from amnesia. The last thing Scar can remember is floating into a blood filled sea, and afterwards being saved by a fisherman. "He's awake! Woman, go get me some water!*Blank*Phew...you certainly are a lucky fellow! What's your name?" "They... they call me Scar.".
Besides being a mercenary, Scar often finds himself tied to his contractor's ideals, not their wallets. Also, he suffers from constant hallucinations, with the haunting memories of his long lost past.
But besides of what he can remember, he was one of the best mercenaries to ever walk on earth. Many people don't know him, and didn't hear a thing about his underworld renown... that is why he is so good.
Additional info: Scar often suffers from hallucinations and a burning pain coming from his scar.
Want me to add anything: -
Name; Stalact Daggerheart
Age; 500 (Medium-aged for his species)
Species; Cave-dweller
Class; Warrior
Skills; Swordsmanship, excellent spelunking
Appearance; Looks like a stone man with a brown belt and silver armpads.
Biography; Stalact Orr was a cave-dweller, whose home cavern, many years ago, was found by greedy Outlaws. Knowing how dull Cave-dwellers were, they devised a plan to steal the great diamond that served as his heart. They pretended to be lost, and Stalact decided to help them find their way out of the cave. Along the way, they turned on him and slew him, cutting him open to reveal the gem. However, a kind group of Dwarves found his prostrate body, and took it to the Elves. The princess elf took it upon herself to heal him. She, in the stead of his heart, placed inside of him a shiny Dwarven dagger. Inscribed upon it was a dwarf symbol that meant Courage. As she was doing this, the Dwarves were busy smelting and carving stone to form new body parts for the Cave-Dweller. Carefully they smelted these onto the Stalact's body. Soon, he awoke.
He had little to no memories of his earlier life, and his dull personality had completely changed. He was misfit among the elves, so the Dwarfs adopted him as a brother, giving to him a Dwarven Armband and changing his last name to Daggerheart. Being restless, though, he parted with them.
Today he wanders from world to world, setting up a mine shack wherever he goes. Now, he stumbles on a new world...
Additional info; #!#
Want me to add anything; I know this got denied, but...I KNOW this isn't a server, muttonhawk!
((This quote was literally two posts above you Dina and Colby. Absolete, if you're reading this then please add these words to the start of the op, we're getting a lot of server apps.))
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
Also, sorry guy's for not being on in so long, I had real life problems. And by "real life problems" I mean I played Dragon Age: Origins the entire time.))
James agreed to Marlin's little plan, and ran around to the other side of Deepton, taking a small detour around a house for stealth, I guess.
Meanwhile, Deepton and Marlin where in a sort of stare-off. Deepton noticed James, but couldn't hear what they said. About the time James ran off to flank Deepton, Deepton charged straight at Marlin with a claymore, that Deepton made on fire. ((If you're wondering, this time it's a regular charge, and not that bullet thing he did before.))
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
I want to get in too :biggrin.gif:
Name;
Viltrah Dultrah
Age;
26
Species;
human
Class;
Warrior Knight
Skills;
Melee Skills,Long range skills
Appearance;
He usually wears an old Rusty Iron Armor, with the Icon of the Seven Knights, a forgotten Knight orden on his chest (the logo is a tree),mostly he uses a tunic with a chainarmor on the back. the shield has the icon aswell, and he usually, for battle uses a helm, very distinctive of that abandoned order, his Eyes were changed with Eagle's Eyes
He's a large human, usually tries to look smaller than he is he has a cramped bear, brownish, he usually has a 'i dont care' face, and always elaborates war techniques in an instant
Biography;
*Edited upon MuttonHawk's hint*
At the Age of 9, Vil severly hurted his brother ( 4 years older than Viltrah) after he accidentally burned the family farm,he was an agressive boy, with fear of Vil's anger, the parents abandoned vil on Mortch, a city east of the Narrow sea.
'Mother, Why are we coming here? do we need more cows? Ol' Toar sure has some, why we had to come here, so far?' Vil said, with innocence.
'we need..' started to say Viltrah's mother, Jostherin, his brother interrupted.
'Vil, why dont you go play somewhere else?' said Josth, with a threatening tone.
'Yes, Vil, can you go near that bench there,wait for us, we have business here' said the father, softly, pointing his finger to an old wooden cracked bench, near a tabern's entrance.
'Allright, father!' The boy started running towards the bench. at that moment, viltrah almost asked for his brother to come, but when he saw a few tears come down from his eyes, he decided to continue running.
he was distracted acting as a knight saving a princess from a dragon tower.
'Hah, take that, filthy dragon' said vil as he drawn an imaginary sword 'I Shall save you, Beautiful Princess!' Continued playing Viltrah.
At that moment, the family left, quickly, Vil was so distracted that he havent noticed another boy staring at his playacts, when he turned his look to his family, they were leaving quickly in a cart, he started running towards it.
'Mother, You forgot me!'Screamed Vil as some tears made it way trough the boy's face the mother turned and looked at him, full of tears...they lost themselves in the distance, as Vil ran, and noticed he couldnt get to them...when he cleaned his tears, the anger took him, the boy that was watching him came to say if he was well, the only thing he received was a hard punch, he then walked, hardly, towards south, opposite direction where their family left... when night fell, he stayed outside a big dome, wich had an arched ceiling, wich gave him protection from rain that started falling later that night, an armoured elder man, approached to him...
'What are you doing here, boy? this is no place for kids like you?' asked the elder man surprised.
'I know it isnt...' Vil cried a bit more, and cleaned his tears.
'Come, in the Order we have food and shelter.' said the old man pointing the door of the dome.
'What order?'asked Vil.
'What order? what order?' said the elder man joking. 'The mighty order of the Seven Knights that is!' said surprised.
'Knights?, Then you're a knight! Wow!' Said Vil forgetting his sadness for a moment.
'Yes, yes, enter the order House, we will give you shelter' smiled the elder man
Vil entered quickly and he was given 2 bowls of hot soup, wich he devoured inmediately...
'That was Very tasteful!, Thanks!' Said Vil looking at the cook, who was looking at the door.
The elder man moved a bit closer to Vil in the table, whispering at him.
'He's Deaf, in one of his epic encounters with Monsters, one of them cut his both ears, that's why he wears a big hood' and started laughing...when he stopped, he looked closely at vil and said:
'Would you like to test yourself at the order?' told Vil.
'You are really proposing that?' said Vil, Not believing in what he was hearing.
'Indeed I do, Child' smiled the elder man
'Certainly!' said happilly.
He was given a confortable bed, and the sound of rain made him sleep fast, the next morning he met the elder man in a big yard, next to the bedrooms.
'Good Morning, Child!' Said the elder man smiling.
'Wow, I slept Really well last night!'
'You still want to test yourself?' said the man pointing a heavily armoured man, who was holding a sword.
'Allright!'
He was given a wooden sword and he started attacking a dummy, the elder man and the armoured man were shocked, Vil had such a skill that was unbelievable to see him slice the dummy. The years passed, and the Seven Knights order dissapeared, Viltrah Dultrah was the Seventh General, replacing the Elder man, Named Tholrak Corlai.
((The fictional meeting))
One day, Viltrah was sitting in his cottage, burning wood in the furnace, and rereading his book of Melee Skills, when he heard some noises, he saw a group of people,from different species, armoured, walking south, he went out of the door and approached the fence of the house.
'Greetings' said shortly Vil, standing with the arms in the fence.
'What?' said one of the group members.
'Where are you going with all those weapons?' asked Vil pointing at the quiver of swords each member took, except some members wich had staff, or other items.
'We are going south, to the city of Larthon, to get food and shelter' said one of the group members. Vil looked at the fence, and then looked at south, with the city view at the distance
'I can give you shelter and food for a few nights' Said Vil looking back at the group.
'Alright, by any chance you have wine?' said a blonde warrior.
Vil looked back at his house, and said while looking: 'Yes, I farmed it myself, in fact'
one of the members, who seemed to be the leader, looked at everyone and spoke:
'Thank you for your kindness, we will only stay for a few nights, and continue our journey'
Vil opened the fence door, and let them in, they started observating the confortable cottage of Viltrah, and one of them asked to Vil:
'What is your name, sir?'asked one of the members.
'Viltrah Dultrah, to your service, the Seventh Knight of the Seven Knight Order, long Forgotten now' said Vil Pointing at his Knight armour.
'I heard of that order, it was explicit for the best warriors, its an honour to meet you, Viltrah Dultrah' said one of the members of the group.
'Please, please, Call me Vil' said Viltrah. 'Could you tell me your names?' continued.
'Yes, I'm James, a skilled hunter from the woods north here' said one of the men.
'My name is Herk, I'm a doctor' said a little gnoll who was standing next to James. a women approached to Vil.
'I'm Arinaisia, i lived in the north far lands, now i joined this group to...' James interrupted her by holding her hand, he then looked at a strange looking man.
'Oh yes, I'm Dredge, and I'm a ghoul, That summs it.' he then started looking at old pictures that Vil painted, about war and mitycal creatures.
'Well then, we'll get to meet more after the dinner, Who wants fresh Pig meat?' said Vil looking at the table, and pointing the furnace.
Everyone Cheered and went to sit, there were enough chairs for everyone, so none shaired chair. Dredge started speaking to Vil.
'I see you're a skilled human, Viltrah, You would be a good resource for our quest.' said Dredge as he was devouring the Meat. everyone looked at dredge for an instant, and stared at vil, while they ate the meat aswell.
'What cause, if I may ask?' told Vil after a short moment.
'Deepton, he has made a massive army, and his scientist have come up with a serum cure for creepers...' James softly said.
'Deepton?, Never heard of him.' said nervously.
'so back into the main question, would you like to join?' told dredge insisting.
'No....Yes...Yes, I wouldnt let unexperienced warriors go fight a commander such as Deepton.' said Vil as everyone looked at each other...
'You said you didnt kno...' Herk interrupted James with a hand sign.
'We will go out in the morning, I will explain you our status there.' James said.
End
Additional info;
I'm not new into Roleplaying, but indeed in minecraft, i would like to experience a good one for my first one :biggrin.gif:
I expect a lot of this :smile.gif:
Want me to add anything;
I still dont know the Attitudes of the group dont judge me by my meeting with you guys.
I havent followed the Roleplay, but i hope i catch up :biggrin.gif:
Also, what was with the second half of your bio? You essentially just controlled all of our characters, (which is against the rules of the RP) including one not even in our group (Arinaisia? WHO?). Also, you clearly don't know what happened between us or our character's personality's. Or, even there looks, as there is no "blonde-haired warrior" in our group. Actually, I don't think anyone has blonde hair. Unless you are talking about James, whom I remember giving black hair.
Also, your grammar is atrocious. Your app is a clear example of why quality is more important than quantity. In short, denied. You appearently did not read the rules of this RP.))
Don't take this as there is nothing that could cause sadness. I just mean it's pointless to dwell on it. I mean, depression is so boring.
Age;13.
Species;Angelican.
Class;Beast.
Skills;As beast is good at communicating and controlling Beasts Favorite Beast THE WOLF.
Appearance;Teenage girl black hair (just look at skin).
Biography;Has had a tough life alone found by a family here and has a love of animals
age 13 looks like a rouge or thug but really friendly :smile.gif: please accept.
Additional info;i dont have anything really just that ...
i like being a slave :ohmy.gif:.
Want me to add anything;well if you dont have maybe special bases for classes?
bye.