IGN: LadyNarwhal
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Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: Yes
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Character Name: Kelasa Fyke
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Race: Human
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Character Description: Kelasa has light blonde hair and sea blue eyes. She commonly wears a dusty blue and grey dress with a belt. She's very pompous and rude, despite coming from a rather uninsping family of farmers - which she'll never admit to. Her excuse for leaving her hometown to look for work is that "no one ever stays rich by spending," however she really just wants to get rich in the first place.
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Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
"Swamp rat? How /dare/ you insult a madam like that!" She would throw a coin at the man's eye, partially blinding and stunning him. "I'm afraid even butter would prove too difficult for you to cleave! Ta-ta!" She'd wave, laughing and she ran off into the night.
Fantastic App!
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All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Olcan's are more werewolf like, being tall, strong and agile. Me being the sort of 'alpha' of Olcans at the moment, I can tell you all about the lore we've forged for them so far.
Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: No but I did theater and improvisation for over a decade plus a college formation in Cinema.
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Character Name: Pandore
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Race: Human
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Character Description: Pandore’s sole existence should have never been but after Dagdaine gazed upon her self-righteous destruction, she became overwhelmed by her massacre. No book will ever tell you this but Dagdaine lost reason. For a moment, the only appropriate place to go for her seemed to be the Nether, for she felt unworthy of her own creation now.
There is no use in trying to define how much time she spent there for humans but when she stood before Haas, it is said that all of his kingdom started to florish, the lava turned into water and fresh, green, smelly grass started to grow. Flowers like Floradin never saw before began to bloom with colors so sharp and true that for a moment the Nether’s heart, beated.
It is also said that Dagdaine never wanted to leave and when she did, she didn’t come back alone.
When she met with Elohim once again, she did not say a word and presented to him a baby with the skin so pale that the deities could admire themselves in her reflection. Elohim took the baby girl and she smiled back at him, Dagdaine blew fresh spring air out of her mouth to the baby’s mouth and Pandore was born.
Despite all her best and numerous efforts to make the little girl grow into a blossoming woman, Dagdaine could only make her look human and mortal, but not remove her father’s blood boiling that was running through her veins. Pandore belongs to two worlds and as long as she will breathe, those two worlds will intertwine.
If you want to find her, and I heavily recommend you don’t, you will have to walk a lot, through many unnecessary biomes and distance, at some point, very south, very very very south, there will be a huge mansion, seemed to have been built for clostrophobic people conferences and inside that ridiculously big mansion is the cocky little Queen Bee herself. Sit down, take some wine and cheese on the table over there, if she speaks French to you she likes you, if she doesn’t, run you fool.
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Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Catch me if you can and while we are at it, you smell worst than a Ghast’s fart ! Pandore runs to a nether portal and right before she jumps into the purple mist, she throws at the drunkard : follow me if you dare !
Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: No but I did theater and improvisation for over a decade plus a college formation in Cinema.
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Character Name: Pandore
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Race: Human
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Character Description: Pandore’s sole existence should have never been but after Dagdaine gazed upon her self-righteous destruction, she became overwhelmed by her massacre. No book will ever tell you this but Dagdaine lost reason. For a moment, the only appropriate place to go for her seemed to be the Nether, for she felt unworthy of her own creation now.
There is no use in trying to define how much time she spent there for humans but when she stood before Haas, it is said that all of his kingdom started to florish, the lava turned into water and fresh, green, smelly grass started to grow. Flowers like Floradin never saw before began to bloom with colors so sharp and true that for a moment the Nether’s heart, beated.
It is also said that Dagdaine never wanted to leave and when she did, she didn’t come back alone.
When she met with Elohim once again, she did not say a word and presented to him a baby with the skin so pale that the deities could admire themselves in her reflection. Elohim took the baby girl and she smiled back at him, Dagdaine blew fresh spring air out of her mouth to the baby’s mouth and Pandore was born.
Despite all her best and numerous efforts to make the little girl grow into a blossoming woman, Dagdaine could only make her look human and mortal, but not remove her father’s blood boiling that was running through her veins. Pandore belongs to two worlds and as long as she will breathe, those two worlds will intertwine.
If you want to find her, and I heavily recommend you don’t, you will have to walk a lot, through many unnecessary biomes and distance, at some point, very south, very very very south, there will be a huge mansion, seemed to have been built for clostrophobic people conferences and inside that ridiculously big mansion is the cocky little Queen Bee herself. Sit down, take some wine and cheese on the table over there, if she speaks French to you she likes you, if she doesn’t, run you fool.
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Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Catch me if you can and while we are at it, you smell worst than a Ghast’s fart ! Pandore runs to a nether portal and right before she jumps into the purple mist, she throws at the drunkard : follow me if you dare !
Great app! Welcome to the server
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All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?No, but Roleplay Always seemed fun;
Character Name:Cray
Race:Human
Character Description:
Cray grew up with some bad people as a child. When born he was an 'accident'. His father wanted to sell him for booze money but his mother wouldn't allow her first child to be sold. When the 2nd child came along Cray's father sold the child and the mother was powerless to stop him.
The 'community' Cray grew up in was an underground dog fighting arena. 2 dogs went in, 1 won the other got shot. Cray took work feeding the dogs and treating their wounds. In return the 'boss' would pay decent pay. In Cray's spare time he would pick pocket distracted dog fighters of their money.
When Cray's mother succumb to sickness, Cray saw no reason to stay and left at 19 . Cray met a man who could promise a place to stay and a meal at the end of the day if he could preform some 'tasks'. Cray's pick pocketing came in handy and he was accepted into a new group of people all who had different skills. Some preformed jail breaks, others were assassins. Many where thieves and Cray was told he would be given training in being a successful thief.
5 Years being successful as a thief and earning respect among the group Cray was chosen as well as 4 others to do something dangerous. The leader of a nearby town had given as a gift a large sapphire the size of a kitten. The group of 5 were needed in stealing the jewel. 2 were assassins 2 were thieves including Cray and the fifth guy was the leader of the group. A sort of Jack of all Trades guy. Things were going well until Cray got the sapphire. Upon picking up the jewel it was noticeably light for something so big. It was then it became clear that it was a setup. The other thief was shot with an arrow and Cray took off running. He ran passed the dead assassins in the main hall and took a leap of faith out the top window. Luck was on his side and he escaped with his life. The leader was missing or dead and the group had been killed. Cray ran towards his home and away from the city. Bright lights were going off in the distance over his home. He watched from a distance as the they blew it up. They thought they were sneaky getting some of the best to leave the group so they could kill everyone but Cray survived and is convinced the leader survived and is now looking for him.
IGN: AutemSicarius
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Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: I haven't played in any RP server, yet, but I do love RPing in some FFN forum
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Character Name: Sicarius Vazz
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Race: Human
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Character Description: He's not really a sociable person, he tend to be alone where he will find peace and harmony. He usually wear dark clothing, not really fond with bright-colored clothes. He have a very rare gray eyes, and a short spiky hair hiding under his hood. Considering his behavior, it is hard to be friend with him, he only be friend with someone as long as he could trust them. If the person is not trusted, he will usually act cold to them
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Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained
leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron
longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Sicarius stopped, he raised his head and turned his head looking at the drunkard "..." he said nothing as he stared at the drunkard in the eye. The drunkard seems to pissed and charged at him, with a lightning quick reflexes Sicarius dodge to the right, take out his knife and stab the man in the heart. He pull his knife and push the man away "This is what you get..." he said as he walk away "Idiot" he added before he disappear in the shadow of the alleyway
Is it okay if I post my boyfriend's application with mine? He doesn't have a forum account and I sent him what he needed to fill out.
My application:
IGN: BayMickey
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Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: Yes!!
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Character Name: Mara Serei
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Race: Elf
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Character Description: Mara is a particularly young lady, just reaching the mark of womanhood in Elven society. She has a normal Elven-like body shape, as she is tall and very slender. She has long, dark blonde hair and big, bright green eyes. Her smile is bright and contagious. Her laugh can fill an entire room with joy. She is charming and sweet, but very sarcastic at times. Mara can befriend any person she meets. It is rare that you will ever see her not wearing colorful clothing or flowers in her hair. Mara has a vibrant, joyful soul and that is evident to anyone who is around her.
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Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Mara's eye widen, hand quickly moving to the blade hanging from her belted waist. She takes two small steps back, trying to get as much distance between her and her perpetrator as possible. In her mind, she is panicking. She has never been confronted like this! Mara remains speechless as the mad man begins to move forward, holding a dirty hand ! out towards her.
"My apologies, s-sir," Mara stammered, "but I-I'm afraid I cannot give you what you ask for."
Her attacked sneered. He threatens her again, this time even nastier. Mara snorts, drawing her weapon and holding it out in front of her. "I said no, sir," she said firmly. The mad man raised an eyebrow, drawing his weapon as well. He slashes the air as a warning, and Mara struggles on how to react. She glances quickly towards the door, trying to measure how far away it is.
I'm faster than this human, I can get out of his reach and out the door.
And then a final idea pops in her mind. The mad man lunges towards her, and in that split second, Mara throws her dagger right past his head. In digs itself into the wall behind him and causes Mara's perpetrator to look back at the thrown weapon. The Elven woman takes this chance to dash out the door. She pushes open the door, running with all of her might down the cobblestone road. She took the chance of glancing back, only to see the drunken man stumbling out the door and shaking his fist.
My boyfriend's:
GN: BodyOfWater
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Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: No, unfortunately
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Character Name: Alred (Alfie) Newell
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Race: Human
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Character Description: Alfie is a typical, hard-working man. He is tall, muscular, and fit. His blonde hair falls shaggily in his dark blue eyes. He is shy, quiet, and doesn't talk much with strangers. However, if Alfie happens to befriend you, he would give the shirt off of his back at any time. He is the sweetest, kindest, and most trustworthy person you might ever become friends with.
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Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained
leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron
longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Alfie keeps walking, ignoring the man. "Turn around unless you care to taste your own blood," he says over his shoulder. He slinks down into a chair, drumming his fingers against the bar. Alfie hears the drunken man's footsteps coming up behind him. He quickly draws his sword, placing the point delicately against his abdomen. Alfie does not say anything, but just stares the man blankly in the eye. A look of panic comes across the man's face, realizing that this will be no easy robbery. Alfie refrains from laughing at him. The man backs up, and returns to his seat across the tavern. Alfie orders another drink, sipping the warm mead and enjoying the rest of his night.
OOC: Out of Character[/b]
IGN: BigShweatyBalls[/b]
Sources:[/b] Nope just this thread.
Why do you want to join:[/b] My friends are joining and i wanna join
IC (In Character)[/b]
Name:[/b] John Doe
IC Age:[/b] 21 *!*
Race:[/b] Human
Profession:[/b] Warriors
Background:[/b] Don't really know who i am, woke up one day on the battlefield covered in blood and had a arrow in my head. Didn't really hurt, just left me with no memory of who I am, where im from, and what happen. I'm on a quest to find who i am. That's why I'm known as John Doe. (accept me and the story will unravel, dont want to reveal to much.)
Is it okay if I post my boyfriend's application with mine? He doesn't have a forum account and I sent him what he needed to fill out.
My application:
IGN: BayMickey
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Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: Yes!!
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Character Name: Mara Serei
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Race: Elf
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Character Description: Mara is a particularly young lady, just reaching the mark of womanhood in Elven society. She has a normal Elven-like body shape, as she is tall and very slender. She has long, dark blonde hair and big, bright green eyes. Her smile is bright and contagious. Her laugh can fill an entire room with joy. She is charming and sweet, but very sarcastic at times. Mara can befriend any person she meets. It is rare that you will ever see her not wearing colorful clothing or flowers in her hair. Mara has a vibrant, joyful soul and that is evident to anyone who is around her.
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Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Mara's eye widen, hand quickly moving to the blade hanging from her belted waist. She takes two small steps back, trying to get as much distance between her and her perpetrator as possible. In her mind, she is panicking. She has never been confronted like this! Mara remains speechless as the mad man begins to move forward, holding a dirty hand ! out towards her.
"My apologies, s-sir," Mara stammered, "but I-I'm afraid I cannot give you what you ask for."
Her attacked sneered. He threatens her again, this time even nastier. Mara snorts, drawing her weapon and holding it out in front of her. "I said no, sir," she said firmly. The mad man raised an eyebrow, drawing his weapon as well. He slashes the air as a warning, and Mara struggles on how to react. She glances quickly towards the door, trying to measure how far away it is.
I'm faster than this human, I can get out of his reach and out the door.
And then a final idea pops in her mind. The mad man lunges towards her, and in that split second, Mara throws her dagger right past his head. In digs itself into the wall behind him and causes Mara's perpetrator to look back at the thrown weapon. The Elven woman takes this chance to dash out the door. She pushes open the door, running with all of her might down the cobblestone road. She took the chance of glancing back, only to see the drunken man stumbling out the door and shaking his fist.
My boyfriend's:
GN: BodyOfWater
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Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: No, unfortunately
************
Character Name: Alred (Alfie) Newell
***********************
Race: Human
************!
Character Description: Alfie is a typical, hard-working man. He is tall, muscular, and fit. His blonde hair falls shaggily in his dark blue eyes. He is shy, quiet, and doesn't talk much with strangers. However, if Alfie happens to befriend you, he would give the shirt off of his back at any time. He is the sweetest, kindest, and most trustworthy person you might ever become friends with.
********************************
Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained
leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron
longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Alfie keeps walking, ignoring the man. "Turn around unless you care to taste your own blood," he says over his shoulder. He slinks down into a chair, drumming his fingers against the bar. Alfie hears the drunken man's footsteps coming up behind him. He quickly draws his sword, placing the point delicately against his abdomen. Alfie does not say anything, but just stares the man blankly in the eye. A look of panic comes across the man's face, realizing that this will be no easy robbery. Alfie refrains from laughing at him. The man backs up, and returns to his seat across the tavern. Alfie orders another drink, sipping the warm mead and enjoying the rest of his night.
Fantastic App!
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Seal I decided I wanted to play a Olcan because they apparently struggle as a race in numbers. But just how furry are we talking here?
Are we talking about a human with dog ears furry?
or like....werewolf looking furry?
Professor Snowcap here, to explain.
Olcan's are more werewolf like, being tall, strong and agile. Me being the sort of 'alpha' of Olcans at the moment, I can tell you all about the lore we've forged for them so far.
Here's a picture of my Olcan for reference.
great server!
Mump. Or was it bump? Hmm...oh well. Would you like some butter, sonny?
Fantastic. Welcome to the Dwarves! What happened to the other guy?
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
IGN: Pandore85
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Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: No but I did theater and improvisation for over a decade plus a college formation in Cinema.
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Character Name: Pandore
***********************
Race: Human
************
Character Description: Pandore’s sole existence should have never been but after Dagdaine gazed upon her self-righteous destruction, she became overwhelmed by her massacre. No book will ever tell you this but Dagdaine lost reason. For a moment, the only appropriate place to go for her seemed to be the Nether, for she felt unworthy of her own creation now.
There is no use in trying to define how much time she spent there for humans but when she stood before Haas, it is said that all of his kingdom started to florish, the lava turned into water and fresh, green, smelly grass started to grow. Flowers like Floradin never saw before began to bloom with colors so sharp and true that for a moment the Nether’s heart, beated.
It is also said that Dagdaine never wanted to leave and when she did, she didn’t come back alone.
When she met with Elohim once again, she did not say a word and presented to him a baby with the skin so pale that the deities could admire themselves in her reflection. Elohim took the baby girl and she smiled back at him, Dagdaine blew fresh spring air out of her mouth to the baby’s mouth and Pandore was born.
Despite all her best and numerous efforts to make the little girl grow into a blossoming woman, Dagdaine could only make her look human and mortal, but not remove her father’s blood boiling that was running through her veins. Pandore belongs to two worlds and as long as she will breathe, those two worlds will intertwine.
If you want to find her, and I heavily recommend you don’t, you will have to walk a lot, through many unnecessary biomes and distance, at some point, very south, very very very south, there will be a huge mansion, seemed to have been built for clostrophobic people conferences and inside that ridiculously big mansion is the cocky little Queen Bee herself. Sit down, take some wine and cheese on the table over there, if she speaks French to you she likes you, if she doesn’t, run you fool.
********************************
Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Catch me if you can and while we are at it, you smell worst than a Ghast’s fart ! Pandore runs to a nether portal and right before she jumps into the purple mist, she throws at the drunkard : follow me if you dare !
Great app! Welcome to the server
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Thank You
IGN:OkAycase
Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?No, but Roleplay Always seemed fun;
Character Name:Cray
Race:Human
Character Description:
Cray grew up with some bad people as a child. When born he was an 'accident'. His father wanted to sell him for booze money but his mother wouldn't allow her first child to be sold. When the 2nd child came along Cray's father sold the child and the mother was powerless to stop him.
The 'community' Cray grew up in was an underground dog fighting arena. 2 dogs went in, 1 won the other got shot. Cray took work feeding the dogs and treating their wounds. In return the 'boss' would pay decent pay. In Cray's spare time he would pick pocket distracted dog fighters of their money.
When Cray's mother succumb to sickness, Cray saw no reason to stay and left at 19 . Cray met a man who could promise a place to stay and a meal at the end of the day if he could preform some 'tasks'. Cray's pick pocketing came in handy and he was accepted into a new group of people all who had different skills. Some preformed jail breaks, others were assassins. Many where thieves and Cray was told he would be given training in being a successful thief.
5 Years being successful as a thief and earning respect among the group Cray was chosen as well as 4 others to do something dangerous. The leader of a nearby town had given as a gift a large sapphire the size of a kitten. The group of 5 were needed in stealing the jewel. 2 were assassins 2 were thieves including Cray and the fifth guy was the leader of the group. A sort of Jack of all Trades guy. Things were going well until Cray got the sapphire. Upon picking up the jewel it was noticeably light for something so big. It was then it became clear that it was a setup. The other thief was shot with an arrow and Cray took off running. He ran passed the dead assassins in the main hall and took a leap of faith out the top window. Luck was on his side and he escaped with his life. The leader was missing or dead and the group had been killed. Cray ran towards his home and away from the city. Bright lights were going off in the distance over his home. He watched from a distance as the they blew it up. They thought they were sneaky getting some of the best to leave the group so they could kill everyone but Cray survived and is convinced the leader survived and is now looking for him.
Done!! Had fun writing that btw.
Im looking forward to your finished app!
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...
Application finished!
IGN: AutemSicarius
**********
Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: I haven't played in any RP server, yet, but I do love RPing in some FFN forum
************
Character Name: Sicarius Vazz
***********************
Race: Human
************
Character Description: He's not really a sociable person, he tend to be alone where he will find peace and harmony. He usually wear dark clothing, not really fond with bright-colored clothes. He have a very rare gray eyes, and a short spiky hair hiding under his hood. Considering his behavior, it is hard to be friend with him, he only be friend with someone as long as he could trust them. If the person is not trusted, he will usually act cold to them
********************************
Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained
leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron
longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Sicarius stopped, he raised his head and turned his head looking at the drunkard "..." he said nothing as he stared at the drunkard in the eye. The drunkard seems to pissed and charged at him, with a lightning quick reflexes Sicarius dodge to the right, take out his knife and stab the man in the heart. He pull his knife and push the man away "This is what you get..." he said as he walk away "Idiot" he added before he disappear in the shadow of the alleyway
(I'm sorry if I got some grammar wrong...)
woot great night on the server!!
Is it okay if I post my boyfriend's application with mine? He doesn't have a forum account and I sent him what he needed to fill out.
My application:
IGN: BayMickey
**********
Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: Yes!!
************
Character Name: Mara Serei
***********************
Race: Elf
************
Character Description: Mara is a particularly young lady, just reaching the mark of womanhood in Elven society. She has a normal Elven-like body shape, as she is tall and very slender. She has long, dark blonde hair and big, bright green eyes. Her smile is bright and contagious. Her laugh can fill an entire room with joy. She is charming and sweet, but very sarcastic at times. Mara can befriend any person she meets. It is rare that you will ever see her not wearing colorful clothing or flowers in her hair. Mara has a vibrant, joyful soul and that is evident to anyone who is around her.
********************************
Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Mara's eye widen, hand quickly moving to the blade hanging from her belted waist. She takes two small steps back, trying to get as much distance between her and her perpetrator as possible. In her mind, she is panicking. She has never been confronted like this! Mara remains speechless as the mad man begins to move forward, holding a dirty hand ! out towards her.
"My apologies, s-sir," Mara stammered, "but I-I'm afraid I cannot give you what you ask for."
Her attacked sneered. He threatens her again, this time even nastier. Mara snorts, drawing her weapon and holding it out in front of her. "I said no, sir," she said firmly. The mad man raised an eyebrow, drawing his weapon as well. He slashes the air as a warning, and Mara struggles on how to react. She glances quickly towards the door, trying to measure how far away it is.
I'm faster than this human, I can get out of his reach and out the door.
And then a final idea pops in her mind. The mad man lunges towards her, and in that split second, Mara throws her dagger right past his head. In digs itself into the wall behind him and causes Mara's perpetrator to look back at the thrown weapon. The Elven woman takes this chance to dash out the door. She pushes open the door, running with all of her might down the cobblestone road. She took the chance of glancing back, only to see the drunken man stumbling out the door and shaking his fist.
My boyfriend's:
GN: BodyOfWater
**********
Have you ever played on a Heavy RP server before?: No, unfortunately
************
Character Name: Alred (Alfie) Newell
***********************
Race: Human
************!
Character Description: Alfie is a typical, hard-working man. He is tall, muscular, and fit. His blonde hair falls shaggily in his dark blue eyes. He is shy, quiet, and doesn't talk much with strangers. However, if Alfie happens to befriend you, he would give the shirt off of his back at any time. He is the sweetest, kindest, and most trustworthy person you might ever become friends with.
********************************
Respond to this IC:
.....the large drunkard pulls out his wine flask from his stained
leather belt, putting his other hand on the hilt of his rusty iron
longsword. Taking another giant swig, he yells at you again:
"Ya scared, little swamp-rat?! *hic* I'm talkin to YOU! I'll cleave ya right in two if I don't get that coinpurse in my hands!!"
Alfie keeps walking, ignoring the man. "Turn around unless you care to taste your own blood," he says over his shoulder. He slinks down into a chair, drumming his fingers against the bar. Alfie hears the drunken man's footsteps coming up behind him. He quickly draws his sword, placing the point delicately against his abdomen. Alfie does not say anything, but just stares the man blankly in the eye. A look of panic comes across the man's face, realizing that this will be no easy robbery. Alfie refrains from laughing at him. The man backs up, and returns to his seat across the tavern. Alfie orders another drink, sipping the warm mead and enjoying the rest of his night.
Thank you for your consideration!
she swears this life is often overrated...
IGN: BigShweatyBalls[/b]
Sources:[/b] Nope just this thread.
Why do you want to join:[/b] My friends are joining and i wanna join
IC (In Character)[/b]
Name:[/b] John Doe
IC Age:[/b] 21 *!*
Race:[/b] Human
Profession:[/b] Warriors
Background:[/b] Don't really know who i am, woke up one day on the battlefield covered in blood and had a arrow in my head. Didn't really hurt, just left me with no memory of who I am, where im from, and what happen. I'm on a quest to find who i am. That's why I'm known as John Doe. (accept me and the story will unravel, dont want to reveal to much.)
Wow, nice to see that you're still going Seal, man.
I've missed ya man, how's this server going?
Accepted!
~ BigShweatyBalls
~ OkAycase
~ AutemSicarius
~ BayMickey
~ BodyOfWater
Both Accepted!
Whoa lots of new apps!
All my life I thought air was free, until I bought a bag of chips...