Species;Human (of course)
Skills; A rooky archer who has potential his choice weapon is a spear. He favors it for its range and ability to deflect and disarm while also being able to be utilized as a ranged weapon.
Appearance;His already greying hair is dense on his head, a scarred face hides his true handsome appearance. On his chest he dons a chest-plate in the style of a roman legionary. With chain mail underneath and a red tunic under that. With tall fur boots finishing his clothes. He stands at a clean six feet and has a short stubble.
Biography; Born in the village of Stonecrest some 28 years ago in the now dissolved kingdom of Revalod. He lived a normal farmer boys life until roughly ten years into his life. He came from a minority culture called hadrians, they were a farming people while the rest of his home kingdom depended on the sea for sustenance. His people worshipped the god of the Milo harvest Larlin. While the majority followed the order of the Golden Sword. When he was ten a ethic purging began in the kingdom. When the royal army reached his village his mother fled with him while his father stayed behind. He keeps his fathers last words close to his heart to this day. "Do not loose yourself in what you have lost my son".
He was a refugee for ten more years of his life. When he turned twenty he made the pilgrimage to Brighton to find a new life and forget his past. He heard of the rebellion and can only find it familiar to the fate of his homeland.
Want me to add anything; Maybe you could mention the Ethnic purging and the fall of Revalod kinda like an infamous event in history and world affairs.
((Hmmm... Nope. Denied. The app is just so... unremarkable. The grammar is meh, the bio is decent, but not outstanding, pretty much the entire thing is "meh". I can't really give constructive criticism since it is so... uh... "meh".
EDIT: Ninja'd by Absolete himself! Welcome back!
Uh, generally we are still fighting Deepton, as it has been going pretty slow. It has been mostly me and MuttonHawk, plus 50+ apps for some reason. I only accepted one so far, nicknick111, and Beowolf I said I'd accept him if he workd on his bio, but that's about it, really.))
((Aww. You missed us. (except for me, right?) Lol. Nothing really happened. I was pwning Deepton until I froze him and no one decided to kill him, so now I'm unconscious and Marlin and James are trying to distract him so they can kill him. So, yeah, we're still attacking Deepton. Two new people were accepted, but they haven't posted yet. That's pretty much all, really.))
** Thank you, both of you. Although I am glad you are all so faithful... this roleplay will be continued. Perhaps join Viral Beasts, or Crimson Mist. Neilsaur has recently gained moderatorship, and I am completely obliged to say I am glad. Someone worthy. He deserves good people with him. Go to Viral Beasts. Finish up, claim your gold, and kindly finish the roleplay. **
Deepton smirks. "Kill one to save a million." The sword cut his jugular instantly. Dropping his own sword he falls to one knee. Blood splashes against the group as he slowly tumbles to the ground, his smile remaining even in death. His psychotic attitudes were unbearable. His own hatred for himself was intolerable. Undeniable. Explosive. He was glad to have not fallen by the sword of another... to have honor in death to Deepton was to kill your own children. Death is not dignified, nor honorable.
((B-but I had so many plans for my character and her race. Can we possibly continue with the boring stuff before making another plot and ending it? Because, if not, I'll just spoil all the plans I had, not that anyone cares, really, but as a writer, these plans are eating away at my soul.))
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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. ._.
((D: I love this RP though! I can't just let it end like this. Plus, I'd join Viral Beasts, but they ain't accepting. Tell ya what, Absolete. If you don't want to continue this RP yourself, you could just give it over to another person, permanently. Perhaps MuttonHawk, Azilla, or myself, since we seem to be on the most. Maybe someone else, I don't really care, since it's yours to give.))
** Tell you what. If you step up with the moderating, continue to show the shining examples you have so far, and actually maintain, I'll let you start a new thread just copying and pasting all of this so YOU can continue it/edit it. **
((It'll never be the same... actually, it will probably be exactly the same, so I'm only slightly worried. By the way, I'm glad I was in that list, Jum, even though I knew Absolete probably wouldn't let me take care of the server. :tongue.gif:))
Shell slowly opened her eyes. The wound in her arm started stinging, making it impossible to ignore. Laying on the ground beside her lay Deepton with a twisted face, but a mixture of solemn, elated, and both faces staring at his in shock.
** Exactly. Edit anything you want. Continue from where you are or assume everyone's rested up in a town, with their money spent and whatever items they want. They're pretty much millionaires now, y'know. They fought Deepton and took down 10 men's share of men. If you could, though... I'd like a funeral for Dredge? :wink.gif: I forgot how he died, but yeah. **
Not including OOC marks anymore for obvious reasons.
I suggest if we are going to make another thread you're going to have to think of a new plot on the spot, personally I like the idea of 'getting the band back together' blues brothers style to take on another threat.
Also, it might be easier to fill the gaps between now and then by re-writing the bio section of our apps (and possibly the equipment section now that we're millionaires) and posting them on the new thread with assumed acceptance.