Minecraft Username: CaptRadioactive Roleplay Name: William Criumnud
Character Race: Human
Profession: Warrior Job: Gatherer Kingdom: Republic
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To be a great soldier
Backstory: [1 paragraphs minimum] William was born in the Citadel. He was raised there along with his sister. He loved to play in the forest pretending he is a soldier. His sister loved to bake cakes. One day they were playing inside a forest when they heard the sounds of emergency bells. They went inside their house, William took out his wooden swords and start practicing while his sister baked a cake. When suddenly they heard some footsteps, they thougth they were their parents so they played hide and seek. William hide with his sister behind their door when suddenly a hooded man came and kidnapped them. This is where their story starts.
Minecraft Username: SoProMiner Roleplay Name: Klein
Character Race: Human
Profession: Archer Job: Soldier (server has mercenary as a job?) Kingdom: Republic
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Avenge my family
Backstory: [1 paragraphs minimum] Kirito (IGN-A7XDeadlyVenom) and I was born in a small cottage outside of the republic, our father was a hunter he would leave home for weeks at a time but when he came back he would bring wild boar and gifts from repulic, he was a great man he loved us and our mother who cared for us all the time even when she fell ill, we were so happy back then but that all changed one day when minions of the lich king attack our home our mother and father held off the attackers and sacreficed theirselves so Kirito and I could escape, Our father gave me his bow and gave Kirito his (based on class) we ran through the woods as fast as we could but we were separated, I searched and searched but I could not find him I spent the next years of my life wandering from village to village stealing what i needed to survive and doing any mercenary work that was avaliable I collected all the money I could so I could hire a band of mercenaries to fight the lich king and avenge my family but that plan changed when I met another man on the road to the republic, he was carrying a blade i instantly knew and as I asked where he found such a blade I saw his face, my face and now the true adventure begins
Minecraft Username: SeanShon Roleplay Name: Rikki Jessies
Character Race: Human
Profession: Rouge Job: Alchemist Kingdom: Imperium Republic
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Create an agricultural market in the desert.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]: Grown in a small village he had much promised to him. Wealth, food, and protection. However his village was soon burned down by Raiders. They murdered many of his people, and his parents escaped with him. His Brother and Sister were never recovered from the wreckage of the village, and presumed dead. Rikki was now raised in a roaming home, no actual place he could relax, and no one he really considered close.
He has spent many years gathering herbs and materials for creating potions and supplies. He however has no success. Now his plans involved agriculture within a place similar to his village. A well hidden hole in the ground, he now grows plants for hungry travelers who come across his hiding place. When he feels it is time, he will move into the city and start being social. But until then, he is remaining quiet and mysterious to travelers of the desert.
Minecraft Username: Owain6521
Roleplay Name: Ser Edwin Mariet
Character Race: Human
Profession: Warrior Job: Hedge Knight Kingdom: The Iron Citadel
Physical Appearance: Long blonde hair, a tattered grey surcoat over rusted mail, and a belt across his waist. Long mail haubergeon (Long mail shirt), with an aketon (Padded cloth jacket generally worn under chainmail). Alternatively, he'll wear an aketon with cloth trousers, and wrapped boots.
Personality: World-weary, with a grim outlook on life.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To amass wealth, and power.
Backstory: Born in a small village, Edwin worked on the land as a farmer, raised by his mother, since his father's death in a minor conflict shortly before his birth, until the age of fifteen, when he was forced into the local lord, Johan Adalric, lord of Rivermere's levies. He marched many miles alongside other peasants, armed simply with spears and shields, following a vanguard of mailed knights, led by the lord. They marched onto a field, edged by a river, forming up into long lines, seeing an enemy force approaching from across the field. Suddenly, the van of enemy knights charged forwards, into the spearwall of which Edwin was a part. They slammed through the men, who attempted to hold. Lord Adalric led his knights in a charge, but they were quickly routed, as Adalric's mail sprouted arrows, from a volley of bodkins, fired into the knights by a troop of longbowmen. The levies quickly broke and ran, streaming from the field in droves.
Within an hour, Edwin found himself hiding as a ditch, as the enemy marched past. By night, he returned to the field of battle, recovering a long coat of mail, a helm, and an axe. He declared himself to be Ser Edwin Mariet of Rivermere, and sold his services as a mercenary, or sellsword. Within ten years, he had not improved his lot much, barely gaining enough to buy himself food. He arrived in the Kingdom of the Iron Citadel, to attempt to make his way in these lands. Special Code: BVX26
Denied. There is no such thing as the Imperium Republic.
Minecraft Username: Gengar49
Roleplay Name: Prevaro Giabanni
Character Race: Human
Profession: Cleric Job: Alchemist Kingdom: Unaffiliated (If I have to be in a kingdom, assign me to one that needs players)
Physical Appearance: Prevaro usually wears a brown jacket, along with a black shirt and grey pants, a look he says will "never go out of style". He also has grey hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Conniving, Opportunist
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To create a casino or other gambling establishment and strike it rich.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum] : From a young age, Prevaro found the conflict between the races to be pointless. He did know very well why it was happening, but didn't see any possible gain from the mindless killing. Unfortunately, him and his parents were very poor, and barely gained enough money to buy food. Prevaro was never watched very carefully by his parents, and was frequently allowed to roam outside his home freely. He learned that to survive, sometimes things need to be stolen. Almost nobody would expect a small boy to pickpocket them, and that's were he saw his chance. Although the amount of money he got from thievery varied, depending on who the sucker happened to be, his parents were always appreciative of the extra cash their son just happened to find on the ground, and never asked any questions about it.
One night, which seemed like any other, Prevaro decided to strike it big. He'd try to pickpocket a guard, but not just any guard. He'd seen said guard spend a ridiculous amount of money at assorted shops, and he knew that his wallet, pocket, or wherever he stashes his money would be full to the brim. Things did not go as planned; the guard noticed Prevaro trying to steal from him as soon as he put his hand in the guard's pocket. Luckily, the guard didn't get a good look at Prevaro's face, and he couldn't really run with all his armor on to boot. Prevaro escaped, but only so slightly. He then came to the revelation that the common bandit was frowned upon by society and often watched carefully by guards or any other form of law enforcement. He decided to become somebody that nobody would suspect of petty thievery: a cleric.
Using the assorted money he'd gathered, he was able to get his parents to sign him up for training as a cleric, which took several years. Yet, his vows and pledges to always help those in need were never sincere, as he always crossed his fingers behind his back, and had no intention of following these morals once he was through training. He even became an altar boy in the local church once he was around 15, and stooped as low as to take a "share" from the collection box after every service. But even with all of this despicable scheming, he did truly care for his parents. Every week, he gave his parents at least half, usually more, of his stolen loot, which he said were his "earnings" as a cleric. Upon reaching age 20, he realized that the quickest, way to siphon money out of people was gambling. It was addicting, fun, and even legal! So, with a hearty farewell to his parents, promising an eventual return, he set off into the world, with slots and scams on his mind. Special Code: BVX26
Minecraft Username: R4bid_Ch1pmunk Roleplay Name: Henri Moorai Character Race: Human Profession: Archer Job: Farmer Kingdom: Where is the kingdom info?
Physical Appearance: Yellow-Brown hair -usually covered by a green cowl-, green eyes, lightly tanned skin, mainly rough brown and green clothing, grey boots. A brown belt is wrapped around his waist, and a leather strap holds the quiver on his back in place.
Personality: Serious, well-mannered, listens to other peoples opinions.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To get out of the war and grow his crops.
Backstory: Henri grew up in a back-country farmstead with his rather large extended family. He learned archery at a young age, so that he could hunt meat to provide some slight flavor to otherwise bland meals. His life was good, until he tired of the slow, boring life of a farmer. He left the farm, and ventured into the city to seek his fortune. What he found there was slightly less than fortunate...
Instead of living the easy life, Henri was caught up in the rigors of war. Coming from a simple farming home, he was unprepared for the trials and violence that lay before him. After serving in the archer division of the -insert kingdom name here- army for 5 years, Henri was granted leave to start a farm of his own, but before then, he had to find someplace away from the constant fighting.
Special Code: BVX26
Kingdom: Not in a kingdom. (If I have to be in one, than mind telling me what the kingdoms are?)
Physical Appearance: Dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin. Wears a dark green cloak with a hood over his tan clothes.
Personality: Carefree, fun-loving, but lazy. He's also not exactly someone who would give his life for someone.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To be rich enough to settle down and lead a good, restful life.
Backstory: Jack was always the least favored when he was growing up. It was understandable, because it was harder for anyone to get him to do his chores than it was to do them themselves. Whenever he smelled work nearby, he would disappear into the woods, and than come back later and act as if nothing had happened. But one day, his work escape plan saved his life. It was farming day in the Summers house-hold. Everyone got up early, dressed in old clothes, and ate a quick breakfast. Well, almost everyone. "Jack! Get down here right now!" yelled his mother. He always got up late and did very little, but not doing anything on farming day was taking it too far. She stormed up the staircase and into the boys' room. There, still in bed, was 14 year old Jack, still snoring away on his cot. "Get up!" she shouted angrily. "Whowhatwherehow!" exclaimed Jack as he snapped awake. Then he saw his mother standing there glaring at him, and he knew that he was in trouble. Big trouble. He quietly got out of bed, put on his dark green cloak, and ate a bit of porridge. It was cold, and Jack hated when his porridge was cold. Then when no one was looking, he quickly ran into the forest. He knew that he would have to be there all day if he was to skip the entire farm time. Then he smiled. He had come prepared. The night before, Jack had gotten some food from the cottage. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He spent the entire day climbing trees and cliffs, bird watching, and exploring the forest. When the sun was close to the horizon, Jack started back. But he had explored too far. He was as lost as a platypus in the arctic circle. Well, not that lost, but you get my meaning. He ran in the direction he thought was home, but soon it was dark. He tried to sleep in a tree, like all those people in stories, but he wasn't a story((Actually, he is.)), he was a real boy. It must of been mid night by the time he dozed off. When he woke up, he found himself very hungry, but he had already eaten the food he took from home, so he tried to remember what his father had said about eating plants that came from the woods. He found a few berry patches, and cautiously put a few in his mouth. They were delicious! He took handfuls of them and put them into his pouch, than continued. But the berries he had taken weren't meant for humans, and soon, he became delusional. He went this way and that, until he passed out. When he awoke, he had an even less idea where he was than he did before! He wondered around for a while, until he stumbled upon a great kingdom. "I hope they're friendly!" He said to no one in particular.
Minecraft Username: R4bid_Ch1pmunk Roleplay Name: Henri Moorai Character Race: Human Profession: Archer Job: Farmer Kingdom: Where is the kingdom info?
Physical Appearance: Yellow-Brown hair -usually covered by a green cowl-, green eyes, lightly tanned skin, mainly rough brown and green clothing, grey boots. A brown belt is wrapped around his waist, and a leather strap holds the quiver on his back in place.
Personality: Serious, well-mannered, listens to other peoples opinions.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To get out of the war and grow his crops.
Backstory: Henri grew up in a back-country farmstead with his rather large extended family. He learned archery at a young age, so that he could hunt meat to provide some slight flavor to otherwise bland meals. His life was good, until he tired of the slow, boring life of a farmer. He left the farm, and ventured into the city to seek his fortune. What he found there was slightly less than fortunate...
Instead of living the easy life, Henri was caught up in the rigors of war. Coming from a simple farming home, he was unprepared for the trials and violence that lay before him. After serving in the archer division of the -insert kingdom name here- army for 5 years, Henri was granted leave to start a farm of his own, but before then, he had to find someplace away from the constant fighting.
Special Code: BVX26
APPROVED - But you cannot start your own farm until APPROVED by Admin
Kingdom: Not in a kingdom. (If I have to be in one, than mind telling me what the kingdoms are?)
Physical Appearance: Dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin. Wears a dark green cloak with a hood over his tan clothes.
Personality: Carefree, fun-loving, but lazy. He's also not exactly someone who would give his life for someone.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To be rich enough to settle down and lead a good, restful life.
Backstory: Jack was always the least favored when he was growing up. It was understandable, because it was harder for anyone to get him to do his chores than it was to do them themselves. Whenever he smelled work nearby, he would disappear into the woods, and than come back later and act as if nothing had happened. But one day, his work escape plan saved his life. It was farming day in the Summers house-hold. Everyone got up early, dressed in old clothes, and ate a quick breakfast. Well, almost everyone. "Jack! Get down here right now!" yelled his mother. He always got up late and did very little, but not doing anything on farming day was taking it too far. She stormed up the staircase and into the boys' room. There, still in bed, was 14 year old Jack, still snoring away on his cot. "Get up!" she shouted angrily. "Whowhatwherehow!" exclaimed Jack as he snapped awake. Then he saw his mother standing there glaring at him, and he knew that he was in trouble. Big trouble. He quietly got out of bed, put on his dark green cloak, and ate a bit of porridge. It was cold, and Jack hated when his porridge was cold. Then when no one was looking, he quickly ran into the forest. He knew that he would have to be there all day if he was to skip the entire farm time. Then he smiled. He had come prepared. The night before, Jack had gotten some food from the cottage. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He spent the entire day climbing trees and cliffs, bird watching, and exploring the forest. When the sun was close to the horizon, Jack started back. But he had explored too far. He was as lost as a platypus in the arctic circle. Well, not that lost, but you get my meaning. He ran in the direction he thought was home, but soon it was dark. He tried to sleep in a tree, like all those people in stories, but he wasn't a story((Actually, he is.)), he was a real boy. It must of been mid night by the time he dozed off. When he woke up, he found himself very hungry, but he had already eaten the food he took from home, so he tried to remember what his father had said about eating plants that came from the woods. He found a few berry patches, and cautiously put a few in his mouth. They were delicious! He took handfuls of them and put them into his pouch, than continued. But the berries he had taken weren't meant for humans, and soon, he became delusional. He went this way and that, until he passed out. When he awoke, he had an even less idea where he was than he did before! He wondered around for a while, until he stumbled upon a great kingdom. "I hope they're friendly!" He said to no one in particular.
Minecraft Username: Gengar49
Roleplay Name: Prevaro Giabanni
Character Race: Human
Profession: Cleric Job: Alchemist Kingdom: Unaffiliated (If I have to be in a kingdom, assign me to one that needs players)
Physical Appearance: Prevaro usually wears a brown jacket, along with a black shirt and grey pants, a look he says will "never go out of style". He also has grey hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Conniving, Opportunist
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To create a casino or other gambling establishment and strike it rich.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum] : From a young age, Prevaro found the conflict between the races to be pointless. He did know very well why it was happening, but didn't see any possible gain from the mindless killing. Unfortunately, him and his parents were very poor, and barely gained enough money to buy food. Prevaro was never watched very carefully by his parents, and was frequently allowed to roam outside his home freely. He learned that to survive, sometimes things need to be stolen. Almost nobody would expect a small boy to pickpocket them, and that's were he saw his chance. Although the amount of money he got from thievery varied, depending on who the sucker happened to be, his parents were always appreciative of the extra cash their son just happened to find on the ground, and never asked any questions about it.
One night, which seemed like any other, Prevaro decided to strike it big. He'd try to pickpocket a guard, but not just any guard. He'd seen said guard spend a ridiculous amount of money at assorted shops, and he knew that his wallet, pocket, or wherever he stashes his money would be full to the brim. Things did not go as planned; the guard noticed Prevaro trying to steal from him as soon as he put his hand in the guard's pocket. Luckily, the guard didn't get a good look at Prevaro's face, and he couldn't really run with all his armor on to boot. Prevaro escaped, but only so slightly. He then came to the revelation that the common bandit was frowned upon by society and often watched carefully by guards or any other form of law enforcement. He decided to become somebody that nobody would suspect of petty thievery: a cleric.
Using the assorted money he'd gathered, he was able to get his parents to sign him up for training as a cleric, which took several years. Yet, his vows and pledges to always help those in need were never sincere, as he always crossed his fingers behind his back, and had no intention of following these morals once he was through training. He even became an altar boy in the local church once he was around 15, and stooped as low as to take a "share" from the collection box after every service. But even with all of this despicable scheming, he did truly care for his parents. Every week, he gave his parents at least half, usually more, of his stolen loot, which he said were his "earnings" as a cleric. Upon reaching age 20, he realized that the quickest, way to siphon money out of people was gambling. It was addicting, fun, and even legal! So, with a hearty farewell to his parents, promising an eventual return, he set off into the world, with slots and scams on his mind. Special Code: BVX26
Minecraft Username:tittle321
Roleplay Name: alex-vensura
Character Race: umm the air one
Profession: rouge Job:gather Physical Appearance: (Skin Picture) the male moon elf
Personality: serious angry at life
Your Character’s Goal in Life: find his brother
Backstory: [1 paragraphs minimum] alex was born on a cold cold night his family was killed and his brother was taken to a human camp alex needs to find a sword call DawnBreaker his father gave him a riddle before he died it says " in a place were light shines the brightest you will see you darkest days in side you will find DawnBreaker and it will light the way to what you want to find the most."
Minecraft Username:tittle321 Roleplay Name:Alex-vensura
Character Race:sightan
Profession:Rouge Job:Gather Your Character’s Goal in Life: find his brother
Backstory: [1 paragraphs minimum]alex was born on a cold cold night his family was killed and his brother was taken to a human camp alex needs to find a sword call DawnBreaker his father gave him a riddle before he died it says " in a place were light shines the brightest you will see you darkest days in side you will find DawnBreaker and it will light the way to what you want to find the most."
Accepted as a member of the citadel.
Denied. Republic is closed.
Hope to see you on the server! We're looking for more players to come roleplay in Chapter III.
Roleplay Name: Rikki Jessies
Character Race: Human
Profession: Rouge
Job: Alchemist
Kingdom: Imperium Republic
Your Character’s Goal in Life: Create an agricultural market in the desert.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum]:
Grown in a small village he had much promised to him. Wealth, food, and protection. However his village was soon burned down by Raiders. They murdered many of his people, and his parents escaped with him. His Brother and Sister were never recovered from the wreckage of the village, and presumed dead. Rikki was now raised in a roaming home, no actual place he could relax, and no one he really considered close.
He has spent many years gathering herbs and materials for creating potions and supplies. He however has no success. Now his plans involved agriculture within a place similar to his village. A well hidden hole in the ground, he now grows plants for hungry travelers who come across his hiding place. When he feels it is time, he will move into the city and start being social. But until then, he is remaining quiet and mysterious to travelers of the desert.
- Careers Evolution 1.2b10 [1.4.7]
- REDragons (Random Events: Dragons)
- RandomEvents
- BossEncounters (Custom API for Boss Fights)
Denied. There is no such thing as the Imperium Republic.
Roleplay Name: Prevaro Giabanni
Character Race: Human
Profession: Cleric
Job: Alchemist
Kingdom: Unaffiliated (If I have to be in a kingdom, assign me to one that needs players)
Physical Appearance: Prevaro usually wears a brown jacket, along with a black shirt and grey pants, a look he says will "never go out of style". He also has grey hair and blue eyes.
Personality: Conniving, Opportunist
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To create a casino or other gambling establishment and strike it rich.
Backstory: [2 paragraphs minimum] : From a young age, Prevaro found the conflict between the races to be pointless. He did know very well why it was happening, but didn't see any possible gain from the mindless killing. Unfortunately, him and his parents were very poor, and barely gained enough money to buy food. Prevaro was never watched very carefully by his parents, and was frequently allowed to roam outside his home freely. He learned that to survive, sometimes things need to be stolen. Almost nobody would expect a small boy to pickpocket them, and that's were he saw his chance. Although the amount of money he got from thievery varied, depending on who the sucker happened to be, his parents were always appreciative of the extra cash their son just happened to find on the ground, and never asked any questions about it.
One night, which seemed like any other, Prevaro decided to strike it big. He'd try to pickpocket a guard, but not just any guard. He'd seen said guard spend a ridiculous amount of money at assorted shops, and he knew that his wallet, pocket, or wherever he stashes his money would be full to the brim. Things did not go as planned; the guard noticed Prevaro trying to steal from him as soon as he put his hand in the guard's pocket. Luckily, the guard didn't get a good look at Prevaro's face, and he couldn't really run with all his armor on to boot. Prevaro escaped, but only so slightly. He then came to the revelation that the common bandit was frowned upon by society and often watched carefully by guards or any other form of law enforcement. He decided to become somebody that nobody would suspect of petty thievery: a cleric.
Using the assorted money he'd gathered, he was able to get his parents to sign him up for training as a cleric, which took several years. Yet, his vows and pledges to always help those in need were never sincere, as he always crossed his fingers behind his back, and had no intention of following these morals once he was through training. He even became an altar boy in the local church once he was around 15, and stooped as low as to take a "share" from the collection box after every service. But even with all of this despicable scheming, he did truly care for his parents. Every week, he gave his parents at least half, usually more, of his stolen loot, which he said were his "earnings" as a cleric. Upon reaching age 20, he realized that the quickest, way to siphon money out of people was gambling. It was addicting, fun, and even legal! So, with a hearty farewell to his parents, promising an eventual return, he set off into the world, with slots and scams on his mind.
Special Code: BVX26
Roleplay Name: Henri Moorai
Character Race: Human
Profession: Archer
Job: Farmer
Kingdom: Where is the kingdom info?
Physical Appearance: Yellow-Brown hair -usually covered by a green cowl-, green eyes, lightly tanned skin, mainly rough brown and green clothing, grey boots. A brown belt is wrapped around his waist, and a leather strap holds the quiver on his back in place.
Personality: Serious, well-mannered, listens to other peoples opinions.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To get out of the war and grow his crops.
Backstory: Henri grew up in a back-country farmstead with his rather large extended family. He learned archery at a young age, so that he could hunt meat to provide some slight flavor to otherwise bland meals. His life was good, until he tired of the slow, boring life of a farmer. He left the farm, and ventured into the city to seek his fortune. What he found there was slightly less than fortunate...
Instead of living the easy life, Henri was caught up in the rigors of war. Coming from a simple farming home, he was unprepared for the trials and violence that lay before him. After serving in the archer division of the -insert kingdom name here- army for 5 years, Henri was granted leave to start a farm of his own, but before then, he had to find someplace away from the constant fighting.
Special Code: BVX26
I used to have a good signature, but it got nerfed.
Roleplay Name: Jack Summers
Character Race: Human
Profession: Rogue
Job: Woodsman
Kingdom: Not in a kingdom. (If I have to be in one, than mind telling me what the kingdoms are?)
Physical Appearance: Dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin. Wears a dark green cloak with a hood over his tan clothes.
Personality: Carefree, fun-loving, but lazy. He's also not exactly someone who would give his life for someone.
Your Character’s Goal in Life: To be rich enough to settle down and lead a good, restful life.
Backstory: Jack was always the least favored when he was growing up. It was understandable, because it was harder for anyone to get him to do his chores than it was to do them themselves. Whenever he smelled work nearby, he would disappear into the woods, and than come back later and act as if nothing had happened. But one day, his work escape plan saved his life.
It was farming day in the Summers house-hold. Everyone got up early, dressed in old clothes, and ate a quick breakfast. Well, almost everyone.
"Jack! Get down here right now!" yelled his mother. He always got up late and did very little, but not doing anything on farming day was taking it too far. She stormed up the staircase and into the boys' room. There, still in bed, was 14 year old Jack, still snoring away on his cot.
"Get up!" she shouted angrily.
"Whowhatwherehow!" exclaimed Jack as he snapped awake. Then he saw his mother standing there glaring at him, and he knew that he was in trouble. Big trouble. He quietly got out of bed, put on his dark green cloak, and ate a bit of porridge. It was cold, and Jack hated when his porridge was cold. Then when no one was looking, he quickly ran into the forest. He knew that he would have to be there all day if he was to skip the entire farm time. Then he smiled. He had come prepared. The night before, Jack had gotten some food from the cottage. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He spent the entire day climbing trees and cliffs, bird watching, and exploring the forest. When the sun was close to the horizon, Jack started back. But he had explored too far. He was as lost as a platypus in the arctic circle. Well, not that lost, but you get my meaning. He ran in the direction he thought was home, but soon it was dark. He tried to sleep in a tree, like all those people in stories, but he wasn't a story((Actually, he is.)), he was a real boy. It must of been mid night by the time he dozed off. When he woke up, he found himself very hungry, but he had already eaten the food he took from home, so he tried to remember what his father had said about eating plants that came from the woods. He found a few berry patches, and cautiously put a few in his mouth. They were delicious! He took handfuls of them and put them into his pouch, than continued. But the berries he had taken weren't meant for humans, and soon, he became delusional. He went this way and that, until he passed out. When he awoke, he had an even less idea where he was than he did before! He wondered around for a while, until he stumbled upon a great kingdom.
"I hope they're friendly!" He said to no one in particular.
Special Code: BVX26
APPROVED - But you cannot start your own farm until APPROVED by Admin
ACCEPTED! Great Application!
PENDING FOR REVIEW
Lemonman101 - Denied. Write a story for your character, not about yourself in real life.
Roleplay Name: alex-vensura
Character Race: umm the air one
Profession: rouge
Job:gather
Physical Appearance: (Skin Picture) the male moon elf
Personality: serious angry at life
Your Character’s Goal in Life: find his brother
Backstory: [1 paragraphs minimum] alex was born on a cold cold night his family was killed and his brother was taken to a human camp alex needs to find a sword call DawnBreaker his father gave him a riddle before he died it says " in a place were light shines the brightest you will see you darkest days in side you will find DawnBreaker and it will light the way to what you want to find the most."
Roleplay Name:Alex-vensura
Character Race:sightan
Profession:Rouge
Job:Gather
Your Character’s Goal in Life: find his brother
Backstory: [1 paragraphs minimum]alex was born on a cold cold night his family was killed and his brother was taken to a human camp alex needs to find a sword call DawnBreaker his father gave him a riddle before he died it says " in a place were light shines the brightest you will see you darkest days in side you will find DawnBreaker and it will light the way to what you want to find the most."